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He offered both a small bow of his head, touching his hat with courtesy. But his chest clenched with worry. A seer and a midwife. These two were not warriors - and what they were facing were some of the deadliest and malicious fighters in Arethil. Still, he recalled the magic she had brought to...

Hugo grunted, a low drone of a sound, like a beast trapped by bars. Indeed, the stones themselves seemed corrupted by some malignant force. He pocketed Darius' medallion in a pouch near his chest and brushed off rotten vegetation from his uniform. "Aye, certainly some foul magic a-foot here...

Hugo kept his eyes shut, weighing their words. Weighing the odds of survival or disaster. It had become an old habit of his. He could hear in Gbáyọ̀dé’s voice the sort of fatigue that came with having watched friends die, along with other plentiful terrors of war. It sounds as though we would...

Grul's rushed words stirred through him. The spell of his past broke and Hugo snapped awake to the present danger. The goblin was right. They had little time. He broke the string and brought the medallion with him, rushing to catch up to Grul. The expanse behind them turned a distant memory...

A touch, light as sand, whispered across his brow and neck. His guard lowered from the steady touch of a healer. He was in someone's care - the woman he had aided - that much he realised by now. But why or how she had managed to bring him here, he still struggled to grasp. He could have been a...

The soldier still stirred and mumbled incomprehensibly, assailed by dreams from a buried past, each shovel-stab of the goddess digging deeper down within him. Long, agonising moments, hovering between life and death, reality and dream, present and past, all rolling over him like waves...

He barely managed to close his eyes in time, before the cavern exploded in blinding light. Unearthly shrieks of dismay followed. These cries were nothing like the sounds spawned by throat or lungs of the living. Instead, they came out as wet, gurgling yowls with a faint, female undercurrent, as...

Hugo was about to dig into his apple again, eating its hull. Instead, his teeth painfully sank into wood. The guardsman had experienced many things. The vicious pranks and beatings of fellow soldiers. The gruelling tests of the battlefield. The explosive sorcery of the Dreadlords and the...

Dark-green mucus and amber sap splattered behind him, exploding from the head of the creature with sheer, kinetic force. It rained with plant-matter - the underdweller reduced to a headless abomination, yet impossibly still staggering towards him, arms outstretched. Hugo whirled in response...

Hugo slept, his cris-crossing belts of equipment rising and falling with his breath. But peace would not find him. Vaene might have saved him - but she wasn't going to allow this mortal to rest easy. Beneath her hands, he would witness his own sins, and repent. A dream slithered into his mind...

Hugo cursed as his foot caught in a thick tendril of vegetation. He nearly slipped, thrown forward by the treacherous terrain, cutting part of his face against a sharp rock, its jagged edge veiled by mushrooms. "Son of a Cortosi harlot," Hugo swore, wiping his face with his arm. A scratch...

Hugo took a few, long moments to answer while they squeezed through the narrow opening. One might think he was going to ignore the questiom entirely, until his voice emerged, a gravelly whisper like a millstone crunching seeds. "I'm here to settle a score." He angled the weapons on his back so...

A weak smile twitched at the corner of Hugo's mouth, as he began lumbering down into the bowels of the earth with the goblin. This Grul seemed unflappable, and in some sense, it was a great comfort having someone else join him on this crazed venture. Grul's modest and earth-bound demeanour...

Hugo was about to protest against the support, having seen the beating she took. But upon leaving his sanctuary of the wall, his legs immediately betrayed him, feeling like stumps of lead, and he had to admit his gratitude for the aid. Time flowed strangely when wounded and fading between...