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Smoke again, the figure became. Fangs flashed at air, and the river of dark scales kept flowing through the image of the Everwatcher. The snake's bulk came to crash upon the boardwalk behind Merrycourt. The scattered smoke could not hold Merrycourt in place. She lurched forward once more...

"My skin hardens; All within liquefies. I spend these last moments wondering - what will I become Will it be cruel, or beautiful?" — Lament of the Lepidoptera by Syr Edelbert Longmarrow Dulled again was Merrycourt's gaze, at the mention of the Monastery. "I can't... go home..."...

"Alright, Syr Damir, but don't go feeling sorry for me. I've seen better days." A step forward echoed across the hollow docks, and Merrycourt's face was cast into the light. She lifted her head to look at the knight and the basilisk. As the tailor had warned, she was a suit in need of mending...

Dreaming, dreaming, she stepped through the night. The heavy veil of death had been pulled off Merrycourt. When, she did not know. How, she had an inkling of. In and out of a restless sleep she fell, and in the dark spells she dreamed of needles, stitched skin, an artificial nymphae pumped into...

Fingers around his throat, eyes bulging, the tailor choked on Dejan's grasp. Truth flooded through him as the air left his lung, the light-headed realization that he would not be bargaining with the knights. That he had nothing they wanted, except his death. Boghan stopped squirming in the...

The Warehouse... Boghan the tailor took the knight's advice, and spoke quickly. "The Sightless paid me to put her back together for them," he said, then squawked as the second snap of serpent maw menaced him through the doorway. "Bu-but I'll give her to you, instead--!" The tailor squirmed in...

The Skittish Skiff... The woman on the other side of the door was not of Anathaeum. Her voice was not familiar to Merrycourt. The floorboards creaked as Merrycourt shifted her weight away. She did not speak, did not respond to the polite decline, nor keep up the ruse of having hot cider to...

At the warehouse. Lady Min's final words were not for Dejan. The blindfold slipped from her face, as scarred and empty sockets turned their gaze upwards. To the stars above. "Everwatcher," she pleaded to her god. "I gave you everything - my family, my vision, my future. Please, don't let...

At the Skittish Skiff. A lone woman entered through the door of the inn, shortly after Elinyra's arrival. She walked with heavy gait. Thin, silvery scars lined her skin, barely visible in the firelight. One of her eyes was closed shut, the other burned strange and pale white. She did not look...

At the warehouse . . . The two shadows of Lady Min stepped ever closer, hedging the Wyld Knight in against the warehouse wall. "Hoping for an explanation, are you, Damir? An excuse?" The real Min said as she swung her censers wide. The dopplers responded to the movement, lunging in...

THE BLIGHT DRINKER. A SWORD MADE TO CUT THE ROOTS OF GODS. LONG HAVE YOU SUPPED ON THE CORRUPTION OF THIS LAND, AND WAITED FOR ME. Astenvale Monastery was quiet, the night air flat, Dusk knights making their rounds on patrol as the Dawn rested. Below the dewy earth, within the guarded...

The seas responded to the inquiry of the Wyld Pursuant. They answered with twisting wet mass, streamers of browns and greens causing the bow of the cargo ship to creak and bend. The masts snapped, the ship rocked in the bay and sailors and dock workers shouted out their alarm as the aftermath of...

ANONYMOUS Wow this was so good, it almost made me like Lori. but why would sumone ship Hektor/Lori?!?! obviously Hektor/Aubrey is better Aubrey is so cool she would never ask hektor to lose all his elven lives for her!! besides shes waaay cuter than Lori. What if you wrote a story where Lori...

The Warehouse The stench of labor permeated the warehouses lining the riverside of Lanoline. Men, and some women, worked day and night in separate shifts, moving goods in and out of the buildings, as ships sailed downriver from Bhathairk and up from the Spine. To a regular passerby, nothing...

big bad for the KOA