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Rheinhard had to admit he agreed with Len’s assessment. The balls were clearly meant to move somewhere. The statues…perhaps, but the cascading pillars had been a warning. He flared his nostrils and followed Len with his head as he passed, trying to catch a better idea of the man’s scent. He...

The myconids clapped as Kikwi and Volker became their size. They held leaves, now easily the size of wagon wheels, over their heads. Around them, the rain had turned from thick to thunderous, and one wondered just how in hell travel was possible this small. Volker cleared his throat, and nodded...

Why not? I like the 2/3 person threads versus the larger events.

Rheinhard studied the man for a moment. He had struck his head rather hard, enough to split his lip and cause blood to flow. He was pale, with silver hair against the side of his face. A rarity in one who looked so young. He was beautiful. Rheinhard pushed away any thoughts entertaining that...

He wasn’t about to get any rest under the onslaught of Kikwi’s curiosity, was he? He sat up properly and yawned, stretching his arms along the bottom of his nest like a cat. He settled his cloth around his shoulders and made sure that the nest wasn’t going to get dirty. The myconids offered him...

Volker was so used to fighting pits, they were as familiar as his own cradle. The poorly built box with slats along the side to cage in the contestants. The deep set into the floor and the grimy sand, no doubt from dredging the poles for the docks, coated the floor. There were men clustered...

Rheinhard cracked open an eye and looked at the myconid fluffing the little down feather and taking a seat next to the fire. “Myconid.” He grunted. “Can’t hurt you. They’re friendly to anything that doesn’t eat mushrooms. That’s just one. There will be more.” Volker yawned, and made an unusual...

Rheinhard carefully watched the two fight, but a loud grinding noise immediately yanked his attention to Seteta. She was moving one of the pillars, sliding it...then it all went wrong so very quickly. Two horizontal pillars slammed into the first, sending it careening across the floor. He...

Volker wasn’t so much afraid of the trolls. He respected them, but they wouldn’t attack out of nowhere. It was the breeding season, with all the wet, and bull trolls would begin to fight each other for women. Ambitious bachelors would attempt to woo away the daughters of such harems to start...

Volker was settled quietly onto a small shaft of dry land. He had built a decent bed from sticks, and had dried moss by his fire to make sure it was soft and dry. He laid in it like a dog with a bed, his chin settled on the edge. An oilcloth was pulled over his head and the nest, keeping him dry...

Volker eyed the combatant, and his mustachioed opponent. He carefully braced himself against the open trap door, not wanting to remove their (as of yet) only means of departing a room. He pulled out a smaller knife, watching the stranger fight for a moment. He could take out one or both of them...

Volker eyed Seteta, and knelt to examine her cut. He pushed up her shirt sharply, without a care as to her modesty. “You will be fine. Be still.” He unstrapped his knife roll and worried around in a small pocket. There was a vial of knife oil, which he set aside carefully, a spool of thread, and...

Volker was trying to navigate the darkness but he was practically blind. His human eyes couldn’t penetrate the darkness, and while Seteta was guiding him, brushing her magic against his was profoundly uncomfortable for the denizens of the Well. He could hear the rushing of the sand targeting...

Volker felt Gale strike him weakly, but like any good pit dog he simply clenched down and waited. Her struggles weakened, and he caught site of the key she vaguely grasped for before she well and truly passed out. He spat her throat out, but stayed in a defensive position with his eyes focused...

Volker watched Seteta look at Vulpesen, and how her eyes sparkled. He eyed her for a moment. “More than just an old companion? Do not let Chaceledon see.” He told her. “I will cripple but not kill. Six month rehabilitations. It is the best I can do. Any other move would be deleterious to us at...