"We're losing light," came the quiet observation from Euan Cawdor.
He was an unassuming boy, cursed with a youthful face, narrow frame, and the thick eyelashes of a particularly bashful cow. From a single glance, you wouldn't have guessed that he was a Dreadlord Initiate, trained to be the...
They worked like clockwork; they had to.
Individual pieces, fast and constantly moving, all it would take was one mistake, and every well-worked plan could fall apart. Guerilla warfare was often typified as seeming chaotic on the face of it, with minor individual skirmishes creating an illusion...
https://i.imgur.com/CQn97e1.pngThe Town of Darren - 30 Miles from Vel Anir
"Shit ain't changed worth dick."
In the Shambling Willow those words were all to common. A rising sentiment of grievance expressed in spurts of anger and distaste that rose to forefront whenever the peasantry was...
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