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ANIR SQUARE Trajan heard the whispered apology. Felt Sloan's blade pierce into his chest and through his heart. A quiet, composed grunt in his throat. He managed a small nod to her in his final moment, a casting away of allegiances, of all worldly things save only the respect of one warrior...

ANIR SQUARE The other four Guardsmen didn't need Leon to explain it to them: when a First-Level Dreadlord told you to do something, you did it. So all five of the survivors of the 44th Company turned about once dismissed and went briskly jogging away. They all longed to see the resolution of...

ANIR SQUARE Kuldrin, Leon, Eversmann, and especially Zachary and Paravon, all shared a look of chastisement when Sloan had given her rebuke. They had all to some degree thought it a good idea to publicly hang Trajan, to send that stern and grim message to any and all would-be loyalists who...

TO ANIR SQUARE Eversmann and Zachary carried Trajan, one arm each across their shoulders, his boots dragging on the stone of the streets they walked through. Leon scouted ahead, making sure that the way was clear, and that they could avoid any fighting for the time being; the thickest of it...

OUTER WALLS They stood, panting, leaning on their weapons or leaning against the mighty wall surrounding the perimeter of the city or against the back faces of the nearby buildings, bloodied all. They stood as one, Trajan Meng and the five surviving Guardsmen of the 44th Company. They stood as...

"It was an honor and a privilege to meet you, Dreadlord," Trajan said to Zana. "Were it only under better circumstances." Do not let her fall. She is more important than you know. Farrus's words, echoing in his mind even as the man himself and his command staff stepped off to oversee the...

Commander Farrus read Shisha's first message and heard Zana's answer. He sucked at his teeth, a small look of disappointment inside of his open-face helm. He had been wondering how...prolific, for a lack of a better term, this Lady Victoria happened to be. Some vampires were, others were as...

Behind the gathering of Zana and Shisha and Farrus and Trajan by their captive vampire, half of the Guardsmen ordered to stay in the courtyard were arranging their fallen brethren and the other half were chopping up the slain corpses of the Wargheits. Much like quartering slain game on a hunt...

Rip it from her mind, Trajan thought. And it was an option presented with enough casualness to make it frightening. Could she truly do such a thing, or was she bluffing in an attempt to get the vampire to lose heart, to confess of her own free will in the slim hope of some manner of leniency...

Trajan watched--still with a low grade amazement--as the war beast wrote in the dirt and the grass with her claw. His fortress? Perhaps in a different life, one in which the Battle of Wandering Creek had not happened or, more so, if he had stayed in the Guard and not gone on his fool's errand to...

The war beast was clawing at the dirt--wait. No. Not just clawing. Those were...those were words. Ventor's mighty sword, the beast could write. It was intelligent. And there was a time when Trajan would have saw this as nothing other than a threat, classifying Shisha into that great mass of...

Annette did indeed drop the knife as her thumb lost grip on it. But her desperation was acute, and she did not relent. She tried to headbutt Zana square in the nose. * * * * * With the Wargheits dead the Guardsmen were being dispersed out with shouted commands from sergeants and officers...

Through the commotion of the Mistweaver Wargheit's slaying behind him, Iber heard the lumbering approach of something coming upon him. He'd a scant moment to look back to see that twisted thing, the Anirians' own monster, charging him down. Another moment yet and the thing had a hold on some...

The Mistweaver Wargheit's screech was interrupted. A malformed and curt sound, stifled in its birth, now more of an annoyed and rumbling growl. The monster looked back and down to the smaller creature attacking its foot. Its eyes and forever-grinning rack of teeth tracked the devourer's retreat...

The Wargheits had killed scores of Guardsmen, but the full force of the garrison in Fort Endurance was now roused. A wall of armored men wielding spears and pikes and polearms was forming about the milling Mistweaver Wargheit, boxing the monster in but presently giving it a wide berth. Eight...