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"Rye...lee..." He responded slowly, as if in recognition of receiving something. "Like the grain." A smile formed at the corner of his mouth as he looked past her, down the halls of the utility corridor. The ambient light of the single torch gave hint to the depth of this structure, serving as...

Salogan's gaze followed the young boy as he moved back up the stairs. Another urchin, taken over by the culture of the dregs, fated to continue on his path and once more find homage under the influence of another mid street swindler. Dagonet was not unique, particularly for a place like this...

"Fal’car’o Naeg." Salogan uttered with suddenly pristine elvish, favoring the sort of dialect that might be picked up on the lower streets of a great elven city or settlement. Not the sort of the of pronunciation born from higher education. In that moment, Oliver's attention snapped to the...

Stopping along the path as the stairs came to an end along a level corridor, Salogan turned to look up towards the ceiling. Ruffling in his pockets, he extracted a metal device and gripped it between his thumb and index finger. Lifting it, he struck the metal against the spring loaded flint...

The architecture of his intents and design did not terminate with the demise of the child or the woman. In fact, he was fairly certain given what he had seen so far, her capabilities would make her departure a difficult task for the him. But even beyond that, she was not part of the plan. And...

He had been called many things in his life. Demon. Hellspawn. Devil. If given enough time, he could likely conjure a name for every letter in the alphabet. But boogie monster and numpty were certainly not on the list. Letting go of the false gable, Salogan slid down the slanted slate roof to...

He came to a slow stop, ensnared by the competing shadows of the nearby dormer and a false gable, peppered in the broken gnashing shingles of an angry roof. He was quickly finding that everything and everyone was encumbered by it, a foreboding sense of despair. It was something that seeped into...

“I…I don’t understand. W…why?” “Fal’car’o Naeg…” The hooded figure whispered as he approached. The man, addled by scars and a confused disposition, laid partially propped against the alleyway wall. A pool of red grew beneath him, filling in the cracks of the cobblestone. “How do you know about...

“Even in the depths of the city, the brutalist architecture is always in view...” The man whispered as he stood against the wall of the alleyway, stone expertly placed and shoddily maintained. Looking across from him stood a man that seemed to be shrouded almost entirely in darkness, standing by...

For all those I'm writing with, I apologize about not responding to threads. I've had a massive reduction in muse here, likely spurred by numerous real life distractions and the fact that my wife and I are expecting our first born at the end of the month. If I am not critical to the thread...

"A store for books on magic..." He slowly repeated, gaze shifting from the Komodo to a vacant expression. It was, perhaps, the greatest pain of his existence to be so removed from the magical world. It was through his endeavors that he hoped to eventually change such a thing, either through this...

His companions had done well and with a certain level of irony, the one pursued had not been at all involved in the scuffle. By the time Salogan had landed, a good deal of the assailants had been properly slapped around either by the beaut who claims to be a dancer or the captain and his...

"No, you are right..." Simin wasn't disturbing him because Salogan couldn't be disturbed at the time, he was only idly preoccupied. Like scratching at a divot in the wood or tonguing a sore tooth, it was simply a matter of instinct and muscle reflex. A way to pass the time between one moment and...

Salogan smiled as he lifted his gaze from the book, absentmindedly tracing the impression of the quill across the parchment. "You are not disturbing me, Simin." After all, the Komodo had asked for the servers company. At the table, through the City of Elbion; their presence was a part of the...

The idea of this situation frustrated him, though he was careful not to show it. This was a simple matter of investigating a particular individual, entirely unrelated to the matters at hand. Yet here they stood, in a dimly lit alleyway beneath rows of span bridges, being hotly pursued by a...