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Anecdote L. The Poison Tree

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June 26th, 2015 Though Zestir had fallen, there was no easy way to his poison tree. Falient led Lask to the edge of the crater in silence. The hunter moved with his natural stealth, needing no magic to move undetected, but Lask was wrapped in the crimson cloak Phena had given him, which shielded him from Dark eyes. He had taken the extra precaution of painting himself with the ashes of some of his previous enemies, the ash helping to mask his Light, but Falient doubted even those measures would be enough. A Luminor Rose like Lask could not help more »

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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 »

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Anecdote XLVII. To Steal a Titan

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June 22nd, 2015 When it was time to put their plans into motion, Lask assembled nine children in his territory of Verica to help them prepare the prison for Zestir’s Titan: Daia, Jericho, Alannis, Cora, Max, Noreen, Thessula, Cressida, and Quinn. Falient’s daughter Cressida was a Reader, like Jackie, but one of the spirit kind, and her magic worked differently. Lask had brought supplies from his magical stores, and tasked the children with making Light water, and preparing various herbs to be mixed in it. He had the Serpent girl Thessula draw a web of patterns in the dust outside 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 »

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Anecdote XLIII. The Enemy of My Enemy

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May 7th, 2015 Try as he might, Lask could not stop word of those crimson feathers Charlotte had discovered from spreading. “What are they?” “Where did they come from?” “What did they come from?!” “Why do you have them locked up?” “Are they magic?” The questions came from all sides– his vessel, the Reader, his family, his allies. Eventually, in a fit of rage and grief, he broke and bellowed, “Once, the sky was mine! Once, I belonged to the heavens and the stars, and in a moment of innocent ignorance I lost it!” He told them of that terrible more »