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Chittering jaws roared at the lick of green flame, shaking further the foundation of the now-dilapidated fortress. It rung in the hollows of Ryiek's chest, chipped away at the snarling veneer contorting his mouth. Beat for raucous beat, he met it. Feet skittering through the mud, chasing the...

Lashes fluttered in the rain on Ryiek's eyes. He quavered there, knees knocking into the mud, somnolence thick on his tongue. The air buzzed with activity; the cries of imps and men, the ring of steel like so many bells in the toothless twilight. Kaleidoscopic sight rendered before him. He...

Ryiek took a single steadying breath. The Knights ringed him (a redoubt in their midst, grim determination striding forth to mete out Justice). Vacuous imps streaked the sky. Horned roars shook the keep's foundation. Tremors wracked the smattering rain. The deep perversion of it lifted his...

Fog occluded the eyeless gaze of night. The watchers wrought Dark about the palisades, sundered in the greening flame. Ryiek's shoulders rolled and shuddered, remnant pulse coursing the length of his spine; he expelled it with the last of his breath, eschewing the terror that gripped him. He...

Mid pitch, laughter cut, curtailed. In the cascade of wind and rain, the bleating of beasts in mad flight, a figure stood before Ryiek. It occluded the leylines, interrupting the flow that coursed between sky and tree; between Ryiek's gooserippled flesh and the tempest beyond. As a doe, he...

Emboldened by the chant, Ryiek tore back his lips in a howl. Voice lifted to the blackened sky, he filled himself with the night's own ardor. Settled it about himself, a mantle of power that crested his hood of fur. The crash, the peal, the mighty bay of dawning melee drew him ever closer to the...

Thus trilled the warning shot of warbling metal; the bale scream that sundered through the keep. Resonance on stone, cut by rain but not softened (never softened as it sung a raucous fervor that beat the pale to flesh and bone). Ryiek, face contorted, dug tooth into lip. He struck himself to...

Ryiek swayed in the fading eve, knuckles white against the haft of his makeshift spear. Weakness clung to his knees, to hips that bucked in place with but a sparing touch of drizzle kissed breeze. Acid roiled in his stomach; nausea that threatened to spill from his throat with each passing step...

Deep in the wild's Valen did Ryiek's willowy frame pay grace. Palms uplifted, lips turned in gratitude, he pranced with each limber step; pallid lurch and trickling tumble tossed him to and fro, laughter cooing from his throat. Deigned a merry tenor, it ensconced the wide canopy of trees...