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The blade came down upon her, and Innis couldn't react in time. She didn't have the shielding steel of the forge like Hector did, or swift fighting reflexes like Torche. The blade came down, and all Innis could do was flinch. Amelia took the blow for her. She felt the force of the behemoth's...

"Wait! That thing's obviously--" It was too late. Torche was already rolling away, trying to flank the automaton. "Ugh," she sighed out in disapproval. If it hadn't been a fight, she would have spared the attention to roll her eyes. Actually, the construction wasn't an automaton, was it? It...

Clicking her heels together in attention, Innis nodded resolutely at Syr Damir's order to go. She knew she wouldn't get anything more than that out of the old knight. It wasn't in either of their natures to linger on sentiments. She turned about stiffly and with excellent posture, then rolled...

"As fun as it is to play ghost and haunt around the library at night, there's plenty of stories out here too, that no one writes down," Innis responded to Hector's teasing with nothing but earnestness. A smile touched her lips, genuine, but then turned turned to her usual sharpness. She tapped...

Innis knelt down along the line of sentinels, scraping away leaf litter to clear a place for her own warding stone. When she rose, her hands were cold and crumbly with dirt. It was a good feeling. She felt steady on her feet as she turned round to here what Syr Damir had to say to her. His words...

Of course, as soon as Flynbul said it, the nature of the challenge all made sense. And the little man was ready to test his words with a brave step through the flames. As the others followed suit, she could hardly lag behind. At the threshold of the flames, Innis stilled herself. No magic, no...

The fire was warm. Innis had gotten so used to the steady glow of lochlight - heatless flames that illuminating the library shelves, or cast shadows down long, dark hallways - that she'd forgotten about people and dancing and the crackle of real flames and the rough scratch of wood against her...

Innis will be participating!

The sun was starting to set already, and Innis was running late. She was hastily throwing things into her pack that she didn't need, and stepping right past essential items. "Hurry up Innis, we're going to be the last ones there," Winry, another squire a couple years younger than Innis, called...

Innis crossed her arms and rolled her eyes as Torche and Amelia bickered with each other. "Come on, you two," she scolded the both of them. "Everyone in this room is too old to be--" She trailed off as Hector approached the fire, and a moment later was thrown back with a rush of flame. A lick...

At the onset of this quest, Innis had decided to mind her own business. Flame was not her strong suit, nor did the pursuit interest her much. She'd only gone along because she'd never been on this side of the Spine before and she didn't know when the next opportunity to go would present itself...

The camp was practically set up, when the eagle's call disrupted their work. Innis held on to the corners of the blanket she had been unfolding as she watched the Sworn hurry back to the entrance of the temple. She waited a few more moments to see if any more orders would be given, but no words...

As the stony-looking woman clawed her way up the wall, only Innis's eyes followed behind. She stared up in disbelief at the distance they still had to go, and the falling rubble, and a sharp crack! as a slab broke against the woman's back. "There's no way..." she muttered to herself. Luckily...

Billowing clouds above parted, and the sun shone on Innis' face. She squinted up through it at the figure who came to squat next to her. Squinted even more as the elven woman began to give her a pep talk. Innis propped herself up on two elbows. As she spoke, she watched the next victim step up...

Torche's condition was way worse than she thought. Innis watched his bored eyes glance at the page and then wander away. But she didn't pay it any mind, putting her notebook away into her satchel and starting to pay more attention to the people around her rather than the words on her page. "At...