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Anecdote XXIX. Kotelgrym Falls (Again...

March 19, 2014 • Kotelgrym Giemm had just trudged out into the courtyard when the shouting began on the ramparts. The sun was not quite below the horizon yet. Giemm ruffled his feathers, rousing himself, and went to see what the commotion was. “Key Keeper! Wake the senierro!” the guards were shouting. Giemm trotted up more »

Anecdote XXVIII. Deals with Demons

March 14th, 2014 • Outside Kotelgrym Falient watched the red demon emerge from the castillo and stride toward the trees. Malstefin tried to look at ease, but Falient noted the telltale tension in his shoulders, and the way his tail was poised behind him. When Falient was sure Malstefin was alone, he left his hiding more »

Anecdote XXVII. For Want of Saber

  November 18th, 2013 • Avigdell “I’m goin’,” Falient told Lask at breakfast. “Today.” “I knew it would not be long,” Lask replied.  A mere week ago, they had discovered Falient’s Light-given weapon was not, in fact, lost to him. Since the Library revealed its location, Falient was determined to go after it. Lask would not more »

Anecdote XXVI. Falient Gets a Bath

September 11th, 2013 • Avigdell Lask opened the door to the dungeon, the sound of the hinges waking his prisoner. Falient was slumped against the wall, and looked up with sullen eyes as he entered. “Since you’re going to be here a while,” Lask told him, “I thought you might like some better accommodations.” Falient more »

Anecdote XXV. Falient Captured

September 10th, 2013 • The mainland across from Avigdell Moving with the speed of a bolting stag, Lask went tearing through the woods after Falient. Behind him, Wyatt’s gun made quick work of the Dark scouting party. Lask could see the flapping hem of the hunter’s black leather coat through the trees ahead of him. more »

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