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Azmelqar shifted his weight from one foot to another, fingers twiddling with one of the gilded rings affixed to his mustache. "They most assuredly did not, Your Majesty," he said, clarifying first whether or not Xaviera's current treatment had any precedent with her father. "We may yet have the...

Azmelqar lingered on the outskirts of the ring of advisers, still warring with himself whether it was best to look perfectly aloof or perfectly concerned. He frowned and scowled at various points, expressing the same displeasure as everyone else. It was unfortunate that celestial movements had...

"The firmament is rarely, ah, relevant to worldly matters," Azmelqar quickly - perhaps too quickly - corrected, in sensing some defensiveness. "It is of little concern." The stargazer shuffled closer to the edge of the terrace at her continued insistence of some perceptible change. Perhaps she...

He shifted weight from one foot to the other. "Ah, Maester has been used, though not in some time..." Azmelqar, truthfully, did not have a formal title. The wizards up in Elbion had a lovely system of titles and epithets based on skill and stature and educational attainment, but here in...

Azmelqar arrived a few minutes later than expected. The art of quickly removing traces of stew from one's mustache was a technique few had mastered. He silently cursed the absence of reflective surfaces near the kitchens even as he followed the steward back to the terrace. Very rarely had he...

Azmelqar Biographical information Birthplace Somewhere, Amol-Kalit Born Died Age Early 30s Home Tyria Physical descri...

Hernan's eyes drifted to the bouquet of shrunken heads. A bouquet of shrunken heads. Now there was a sentence, a descriptor, Hernan had never thought would cross his mind. But there they were, dangling in the rafters, faces contorted in agony. Or shrunkenness. It was difficult to tell, and a...

Hernan sighed heavily and shook his head. When you describe such things out loud, they tend to sound worse than they actually are. Hopefully the foreigner hadn't been unnerved. "Men with wild imaginations. I'm sure the prisoner you visited had more problems than just whatever he'd seen in...

Hernan wore a friendly smile, one which gradually evaporated in favor of a tight-lipped grimace as she concluded her macabre list. A ruby? Sure. He could dig that up. A captured Naga? There would be plenty where he was going. The tongue of a sailor and his most cherished memory? Laughable...

When Diego, Kishou, and the lot of their middling friends entered the cabin, the first thing the would see was the map of Nagai. A large thing, spread out over a suitably large table. Hernan stood at the head, and was maneuvering three little figurines - wooden ships - into their approximate...

Hernan glanced up at the movement and caught a glimpse of the python. His lips pressed together, expressing something between mild disturbance and blithe resignation. Yes. This is my life now. Surrounded by shrunken heads and giant snakes. Hernan realized that this was but a small fraction of...

The doors to the captain's cabin flung open, and out marched the Captain-General of the expedition. He looked worse for wear. Gaunt. Eyes sunk. Like he had spent the better part of the night indulging someone else's torturous speech. The likely culprits followed just behind him - Brother...

Cortos is a land that has been preserved by its twin rivers - shields against the the warlords of Amol-Kalit to the North and the encroaching hegemony of Vel Anir to

Hernan smiled joylessly at Kishou. "I thought not." The Captain-General reclined in his chair, the wood creaking under the stress. There were other meetings to sit through today, and the less time spent haggling over floggings, the better. He gestured, shooing them all towards the door they had...

Punishing chivalrous men was always such a fiasco. Between Diego mewling how he had done it all himself and now Kishou begging for the full measure, this was becoming quite the chore. Hernan exchanged a questioning look with Brother Francisco, whose mouth was taut with a grimace. Back home...