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Anecdote XIV. Keeper of the Keys

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April 8th, 1702 • Kotelgrym Malstefin had taken up wearing an eye patch again, something he had not done in decades. Before, the swelling had gotten too large and painful to bear the pressure of a patch and strap. In the weeks since Giemm had removed the splinter, the swelling had gone down enough he could cover the worst of the scar with a leather patch, though it was still not very comfortable. The right side of his face was still dominated by a large, grotesque mass of black flesh, and the Demon would snarl at anyone who seemed to more »

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Anecdote XIII. To Trust a Dark One

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March 9th, 1702 • Kotelgrym Giemm’s hands worked with brisk efficiency as he gathered the maps and papers Malstefin had left on the table. The Demon sat in a chair by the window, surveying the courtyard. The Lakvos were shrieking and scrambling over the blackened cobblestones, giving a wide berth to the rumbling black dragon chained on the east side. “Look at that,” Malstefin motioned out the window. “Is that not the mightiest thing you have ever seen?” “Methok is an excellent acquisition, senierro,” Giemm replied. Malstefin had taken the Titan from a powerful rival less than a week ago. more »

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Anecdote XII. Giemm Gets a Real Job

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November 28th, 1654 • Kotelgrym “Chevo’sssss messsssenger isssss here, ssssenierro,” hissed the guard. Giemm waited outside the door, carrying a large wooden crate. He had run from Chevo’s stronghold with it strapped to the back of his Runner shape, but his bird form was easier to maneuver indoors. He had lugged the crate into Kotelgrym and all the way up to the upper floor. The Serpent guard who escorted him had laughed at him getting winded. Even now, Giemm could feel his arms burning from the weight, but tried to keep a stoic face.  He heard Malstefin answer, and the more »

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Anecdote XI. Holy (Rocky) Ground

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Just after my 14th birthday, my mother and I joined a university group on a trip to Scotland. Lucked into it, really, by fundraising, and who knows what else. I was 14. I didn’t know how I was getting there, I was just excited. Lask was excited too. We talked about the trip for months ahead of time, agreeing on exactly what we would take. He demanded I pack his black cape (the only article of clothing I owned at the time that was “his”). I promised I would find a way to get it into the suitcase, no matter more »

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Anecdote X. The White One

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April 30th, 1990 • Avigdell Lask walked through the velveteen spring night, listening to the sounds of the island. The unceasing wind whispered and shushed itself in the trees as he walked, rustling his feathers, and running its blustering fingers through his hair. His wings trailed behind him like the train of a king, brushing the faces of wildflowers. He had ridden the winds above the island until his shoulders ached, then taken up walking. This was the place he had arrived. The Light had sent him to this place, this island of wind and springtime, and he was eager more »