Anecdote XXII. Falient Leaves Alone

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July 5th, 1949 • Erumut Falient was rolling a smooth pebble back and forth between his hands. He was slouched at the stone table next to his father, listening to the Demon Epro and his allies bicker about when to make their move on a group of troublesome Luminari. Tiermond made Falient accompany him on all matters of business, saying he needed to learn how to make a living for himself, but more often than not, Falient was bored out of his mind. He had tromped up the stairs to the meeting room, complaining of a stone stuck in his more »

Anecdote XXI. No Love for the Dark

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“But Tabo, I’m ‘ungry,” Falient pleaded, reaching for a bit of the meat on his father’s makeshift plate. “You ate earlier today,” growled Tiermond, swatting his hand away. “Some of us haven’t had anything in days.” Falient stood next to him, looking up at him with forlorn eyes. “Tabo–” he ventured again. “Don’t call me that!” snapped Tiermond, pushing him away. “Go on with you! You ain’t gonna starve.” Falient surrendered and trudged away, striking off up the hillside to sit among the rocks above their camp. He drew his knees up to his chest as the wind gusted, and 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 »

Anecdote IXX. Belara Remembers Tiermond

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2014 • Not long after her arrival, Lask began asking Belara questions. At first, she despised him for it, but he struck a chord one day when he asked her about Falient. It was clear she had cared for the boy, so Lask inquired about her relationship with him, and the boy’s father. Belara was silent a long time, and Lask wondered if she would answer at all. “I always felt sorry for Tiermond,” she said after a while, “I like Viatrians, and he was as good as any of them. He was kind, hopeful, young, and bright when I more »

Anecdote XVIII. Tiermond’s Shot Heard ‘Round the World

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April 14th, 1865 “And smile,” purred Tiermond, as his vessel passed the card to the usher. Booth gave a smile and nod, then watched the usher disappear into the box. His heart pounded with both nerves and excitement, sending the fog of zeal flooding into his brain. Tiermond waited with him, unseen, buzzing with anticipation. This was the moment. Zestir and Warlyn would give him anything after this. The usher returned, holding the door open for him. Booth thanked the man and passed inside, shutting the door behind him. Making sure the usher had moved back to his post, he more »

Anecdote XVII. The Corruption of Tiermond

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October 8th, 1584 • Richmond, VA “If your mind dislike anything, obey it. I will forestall their repair hither and say you are not fit.” Tiermond smiled at the sound of his vessel’s voice as he wandered the crowded theater. The Viatrian wove through the rows, trailing his fingers over the heads of the audience. They were all riveted, watching the final scenes of Hamlet  unfold on the stage of the Richmond theater. He could feel their enthusiasm buzzing through him as his vessel performed, and relished in the warmth of it. He looked toward the stage again with a more »

Anecdote XV. An Audience with the Emperor

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October 11th, 1858 • Kotelgrym The road to Kotelgrym was lined with the signs of conquest. For three miles before the stronghold, spikes were placed along either side of the tamped dirt, bearing the tattered flags of thousands who had fallen to the Red Devil of Spain.  Even as powerful a Demon as Velserka felt a certain sense of unease creep up her spine as she traveled toward the dark walls. She recognized many of the banners, had done business with many of these fallen Demons. She had yet to do business with the one who had conquered them. Kotelgrym more »