Viana’s eyes blinked open slowly as she came to, and she winced first with the bright noon sunlight from above, then second with the searing pain in her chest. Covering her eyes with one hand, she rolled onto her side then jolted with a sharp pain as the bolt in her heart moved against the […]
Still shut. The woman had been gone for a while, Harlan thought. What was taking so long? He scratched the backs of his hands idly as he stared unblinkingly at the heavy oak door. When was she coming back? What if He didn’t want to see him? Then what? What if— The door grated against
Telara breathed in deeply, a slow smile spreading across her face. Aeon’s air had that same electric taste to it as the rest of the Starscape, blended with the tang of the city’s ambient magic, and the first lungful was always special. The wizard knelt down, twisted a face of the brassy cube at her
“So what do you think?” Karith’s eyes darted around, trying to determine the context for Sargon’s question. A few of the ship’s crew were chatting idly in the far corner as they ate, occasionally erupting in a burst of laughter. She’d been around the Walrus’ crew long enough to know there was nothing concerning. “About
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Encora Rise. The approaching aetherrail glid softly into up to the platform, heralded by the shimmering tone of the engines accompanied by a low whoosh of air and the rustle of waiting commuters rising to their feet. The carriage doors slid open, and a robed dark elf stepped off the vehicle, wincing as the afternoon
Garth sighed and stood to his feet, pushing open the bedroom door and trudging down the hallway towards the small cottage’s kitchen. “Gods damn it, Beth, what is it?” he said. A blanket of warm air enveloped the thin man as he entered the kitchen. By the window, his steely-haired wife stood with crossed arms,
“Right, Morden, let’s try this again. My runemaster is here. What’s that mean?” “Well he’s threatening my great smith.” “Aye. So what are ye gonnae do about that?” Morden let out a slow exhale. “I’m…I’m gonna move my smith…here?” Rurak shook his head. “You can’t do that, that means your Vazgrimst is threatened by my
The door to Tanner’s office creaked open slowly, heralding the soft voice of her aide. “Mayor?” Mayor Tanner put down her quill and raised her gaze from the papers, regarding her assistant through the heavy brass glasses at the end of her thick, aurcish nose. “What now, Tulio?” The Oselan clasped his hands behind his
“Mind if I join you?” The two dragonborn had difficulty placing the sound in the din of the noisy tavern, but eventually found the halfling, then looked at each other. They shrugged. “Sure.” The young woman pulled a chair out from the table and hopped up onto it, her robes spilling over the edges of
