Anecdote XXXI. A Demon Comes Home

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March 20th, 2014 • Avigdell Malstefin sputtered awake with a groan. Something was pawing at his foot, and he jerked it away on reflex. “Hey, hey, easy!” It was just Falient. “Easy, ol’ boy. You’re alright.” The Demon looked down to see Falient bandaging his tattered foot. His other foot was already wrapped, along with the wounds on his legs and arms. The stab wounds to his sides and belly had been cauterized– the farero’s fire, no doubt, he thought– and treated with a blackish green salve. He recognized the smell. “You have falstaroot here?” the Demon was surprised. “Aye,” more »

Anecdote XXX. The Fallen Emperor Flees

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March 20th, 2014 Malstefin’s massive feet slipped on the loose gravel, but he caught himself on an outcropping of rock as he scrambled up the ridge. The shrieks of the pursuing Runners echoed behind him. He had always been swift, but never had he needed to run for his life. He pushed himself to the brink of collapsing, racing northward toward his only chance at life. His chest swelled in gasping breaths, throat dry and ragged from dust. He had covered hundreds of miles in the night and the day following. As the second night descended, he entered the last more »

Anecdote XXIX. Kotelgrym Falls (Again)

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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 the stairs, blinking away the last of the sleep lingering in his eyes, and arrived on the ramparts among the frantic soldiers. He looked out across the dusty land beyond, and for a moment, thought he was still asleep and dreaming. Pouring out of the twisted more »

Anecdote XXVIII. Deals with Demons

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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 place in the tree and leapt down behind him. Malstefin was not startled, and turned to face him. The Demon glanced around, pausing a moment in silent, then shifted into his human form, as he said, “So it is just you. I wondered if you more »

Anecdote XXVII. For Want of Saber

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  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 stop him. Instead, he asked, “Shall I go with you?” “Aye,” said Falient. “At least as far as you can. I must go down into the fog alone.” “Very well. Do you know where the place is? Can you find it in your mind?” “Aye.” “Then more »

Anecdote XXIV. Falient’s World Changes

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August 12th, 2013 • Kotherak Falient reported to the west side of Kotherak, to the square dark grey building where most of his quarries ended up. All the Demons who worked for Daleroth were required to participate in the breeding projects. Falient had put it off for months, thinking he would have moved on to other work by now, but Daleroth paid well, and Daleroth was growing impatient. He had told Falient to go see Cronvor, or Falient would be locked up like the prisoners he returned with. Falient trudged out to Cronvor’s building, kicking a loose stone ahead of more »

Anecdote XX. A Childhood Dismembered

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March 3rd, 1945 “Get in there, boy!” Tiermond’s rough hand shoved Falient back toward the leering Demon. The boy’s breath came in trembling gasps, but he dared not cry. He was already covered in bruises and cuts, but his father insisted he learn to fight. This was not the first beating he’d received in pursuit of this, but today the Demon Foko, who was overseeing his father’s expedition, offered to practice with him. It was hardly practice, as every time the boy came within reach, the Demon would smash him back to the ground. The handful of Warmongers and Lakvos more »