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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 »

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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 »

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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 »

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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 »

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Anecdote XLX. Wrathful Reminders

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Before Alkesh Alushain, there were many others, drawn together by Fate for purposes only the Light understands. One of them, called the Alkesh of Timoral, was all that held back the forces of Darkness stirring the Civil War. There was but one human member: Edgar Alan Poe. His Luminara, Lenore, had an obsession with Darkness, was convinced it could be cured. Eventually, she came to convert a Demon, who joined them, her Shadow, and a Runner named Maridigron. Theirs was a tumultuous group, hounded by the Dark wherever they went. Wyatt, then unbound, and his alkesh of Viatrians protected them more »