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Szesh Vyx'aria Vaezhasar held the Queen's disembodied heart aloft, inspecting it. The mouth located dab smack in the middle of his chestplate, opened. It opened with enthusiasm. The sort of enthusiasm typically reserved for mealtimes. Vaezhasar placed the heart into the cavity. The mouth...

Szesh Vyx'aria Vaezhasar seized the severed arm, still clutching the scepter, out of the air. This was, in his current state, miraculous. Not in the theological sense, though there were probably several deities who would have found the situation bemusing enough to lend a hand, no pun...

Szesh Vyx'aria Vaezhasar ran. Not terribly swiftly, mind you, speed being somewhat compromised when one has foreign objects perforating one's body. But he moved nonetheless. One foot. Other foot. Brief stagger. Continue. Vaezhasar's movements suggested that while the body was filing...

Szesh Vyx'aria Vaezhasar caught the gems. This was, by most reasonable standards, a perfectly ordinary thing to do when objects were hurled at one's person. Catch things. Don't let them smash. Basic survival instinct, really, encoded somewhere between "don't eat the yellow snow" and "fire hot...

Vyx'aria Szesh Vaezhasar's descent was notably less subtle, which is to say, he belly flopped onto the floor of the subterranean chamber that had just opened up beneath their feet. He landed with a bang and a crash, metal-covered face digging into the ice. Cracks blossomed all around his...

Szesh Vyx'aria Vaezhasar wanted to facepalm, and he would have, if not for the fact that both his hands remained preoccupied with holding the staff, fully intent on using it as a bludgeoning weapon against their foes. He couldn't wrap his head around the idea of someone refusing a FREE...

Szesh Vyx'aria "Dislodge, yes, but do not break them. We can put the crystals to good use should they remain intact," Vaezhasar echoed. His gaze settled on more animated wraiths dislodging themselves from the walls. They emerged with the grinding inevitability of bad news, peeling away from...

Szesh Vyx'aria Vaezhasar yawned. It was, by any reasonable metric, the wrong response to being set on fire. The correct responses to being set on fire included, but were not limited to: screaming, flailing, attempting to extinguish oneself, and, in more literary circumstances, delivering a...

Szesh Vyx'aria Vaezhasar regarded the woman, but his face, concealed behind living metal, remained unreadable. This was, it must be said, one of the advantages of a full-face helmet. It permitted a man to have expressions that would, in polite society, be considered impolitic. Behind the...

Szesh Vyx'aria There is a particular kind of entrance that announces itself before it arrives. It is the entrance of someone who has given considerable thought to the matter of presence, and has concluded that subtlety is what happens to other people. Vaezhasar strode into the chamber slowly...

Vaezhasar hovered around the open backyard surrounding the Allir Keep. The disc, his trusty mount, kept him afloat, roughly two feet off the ground as he levitated from one food stall to another, making tiny gestures with which he prompted the bits of food being displayed to float off the...

Definitely hopping into this one.

"Well, that is rather simple, Pomrick. I summoned my now-wife to make a trade, her knowledge for a favor from me. Except she wasn't interested in my soul, which I'll admit came as something of a relief since I'd grown rather attached to it, nor any of the magical trinkets I had at my disposal...

Seretha ibnat Rezhe Theodore Aleson Larewen Dragana Vaezhasar's gaze, insofar as anyone could determine where the gaze of a man wearing an ornate helmet was actually going, came to rest upon Larewen. He performed the sort of rapid mental cataloguing that experienced travelers develop after...

The Spear Thistle Fairy Pomrick Bloomsfield There are certain universal truths that even the most learned wizards tend to overlook. One is that dignity, much like a soap bubble, exists only until something pokes it. Another is that a man's choice of nightwear says more about him than his...