Anecdote LVIII. Into the Fire

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January 27th, 2016 The sounds of cannon fire and shouting rang across the river as the sun was rising. Moloch’s army had arrived in the night as the Train passed, and had begun their assault on Corerrofin hours before sunup. Lask had left Stefin to oversee the battlefield, and returned to Avigdell. Falient had prepared his ship, and was ready to leave, but Lask needed to wait until sunrise for the final piece of magic. He stood with Barrett on the balcony as the sun appeared in the east, the two facing the light appearing over the falls. Barrett knelt more »

Anecdote LVII. Allies in Time

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January 18th, 2016 Lask engaged the time dial on his forearm with a final click, gold magic curling around his wrist and hand, engulfing the key as he slid it into the door. He glanced at Giemm, who nodded. Lask opened the door, peering around it with cautious eyes. The door opened into a dim chamber. Lask recognized the space of the huge master bedroom of Kotelvira, but the room was back in the Dark stronghold of Kotelgrym. The grey overcast of daylight filtered through the tattered curtains, and a thick buildup of soot blackened the mantle and nearby wall. more »

Anecdote LVI. To Wind a Careful Trap

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January 26th, 2017 Giemm ventured to the outpost of Cadurapi to check on the operations. In the past six months, Stefin had seized many of his old holdings, and begun to draw continually greater numbers to his side. Word was spreading on the Dark side of the Demon who befriended a Rose and retook his empire. Word spread, too, of the plentiful food, comfortable beds, and the luxuries of life most Dark beings had never experienced. It was easy to lure lesser Dark beings to the Light with nothing more than the promise of protection, kindness, and boarding… and, of more »

Anecdote LIV. Never Leave a Man Behind

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September 3rd, 2015 Lask landed on Falient’s ship, near the helm where the captain waited. “Time to go,” Lask said, voice grim. He had been observing the chaos from the watch tower. “The place is nearly overrun.” Falient gave an affirmative, and Lask went to where Quinn was helping Wyatt and Ivan double-check the supplies. Ivan was loading the machine with canisters of medicine and magic. It was no easy feat to keep a spirit alive after the vessel’s death, so Lask had called in an expert, one who had survived himself. “Ready?” asked Lask. Ivan nodded. “Everything’s here.” Falient more »

Anecdote LIII. Fall of the Unknown Soldier

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Lask watches people. It’s what he does. His life’s greatest work is the watchtower, and he spends long hours moving its lenses to observe both his friends and his enemies. His ability to peer through time and space is what has no doubt kept him and his family alive, and allowed him the necessary edge to win when it counts. While a few individuals have been trained to operate the tower for recon and safety, no one knows how to use it like Lask, and no one knows exactly what Lask sees. Regardless, it was obvious he watched Barrett. Perhaps more »

Anecdote LI. The Things That Were Lost

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July 21st, 2015 • Avigdell Lask’s wings waited in the healing solution. It had taken weeks for them to regenerate in the sarcophagus Garth had constructed, but now they were full and vibrant, floating in the glowing water in the corner of the infirmary.  In the center of the room was a table, where preparations were happening. Lask lay on the table, and Falient was trying to make him as comfortable as possible. Elanor had taken the day off work and laid down in the dark at home, so as to clearly project herself to perch on a stool by more »

Anecdote XLVIII. Zestir Meets Big Red Karma

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June 23rd, 2015 Stefin’s army marched through the doorways the officers had drawn in streamlined precision. Stefin and Giemm watched their progress as the dozen soldiers beside them readied the Light explosive Kieran had built. Once through the door, Giemm would remain with the device and oversee the field. As they waited for the army to cross through, Giemm murmured, “Don’t get yourself killed, mi senierro.” “I won’t,” Stefin growled. “You’d better not either.” Giemm gave him an affectionate peck, then noted the officer’s signal at the nearest door. “Come on,” said Stefin. The soldiers behind them braced themselves against more »