Elwen vanwa rusva dineth The mind veers into strange modes of contemplation after great tragedy. In my youthful arrogance I had always acted as if there could be no pain or fear sufficient to affect one’s duty to the Tel'Quessir. Within my broken memories, always were you the one who understood my devotion, my need …
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Violence and war predated the rise of the empire. The collapse of several regional power structures led to war across once relatively peaceful lands, as well as civil conflict between warring factions of some noble families. Increased corruption by several key financial cities enhanced the tensions of neighboring lands, and betrayal amongst former allies …
"Yo, Byron." I stopped, and turned from the entrance to Keliendi's Kustom Leathers and looked around. The sidewalks were relatively uncrowded this Sunday afternoon, but that didn't mean empty, so I didn't eye any chummers at first, and not many others knew that name. But then I saw Omar waving from a heavily customized Ford …
e “Hoi! Chummer, you gettin’ out?” growled the dwarven driver, with a hint of nervousness. “Huh?” I replied, with extreme wit. “Corner of Broadway and East Galena. Fifty nuyen.” “Already? Sure,” I mumbled, and I swipe one of Byron’s cred sticks across the scanner, adding ten for a tip, not really sure how long …
Rest. That seemed a joke last night with the memories heavy upon me, but exhaustion had taken me. Safety, I was safe here. I was always safe here, had always been. No matter what, she always helped me, even if I didn't want it, or probably deserve it. It may be the only …
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wqhR37qSUMA The fog of memory parted as raven black wings unfolded, piercing the shroud of obscuring mist while hoof beats echoed lightly. As the veil of darkness lifted, the golden notes of a cello echo through the cavernous warehouse, a figure sitting motionless in a circle of pale light on an old wooden chair. …
I cracked the lid of my left eye. Yep, Talon was still sitting there before the fire. Sigh....... I closed my eye and tried to again enter the meditative state. There are lessons. Then there are lessons. The latter you always remember. Or should. Sound. One of the earliest took me a long time to learn …
If you want the chip-truth, this used to freak me the fuck out. Not that it happened all that often, not 'til Talon found me for the first time and started to train me. Frack, I'm still amazed she didn't skrag my ass the first time we met with what I tried. I still laugh …
His nostrils flared at the overpowering scents of burning grasslands wafting by on the light breeze. His sleeping body shivered, reacting to buried memories of burning flesh. He rolled onto his back and then over again, thrashing against the long grasses of the prairie. He staggered groggily to his feet, lidded eyes blinking rapidly. His …
The hot water steamed around me in the shower. Compared to the Mitsuhama resort enclave, the place was simple. Compared to my slag of a flat, the one that six months ago took nearly continuous tight interfacing, often some rough docks, and healing other geese on the side for the bosses for enough cred to pay for, well, …
I sit in the passenger seat of the liberated hauler, shivering even with the heated air blowing. I shrug my shoulders, and pull my long legs up onto the seat, lowering my chin further into the collar of the battered black leather duster. Clammy hands jammed into the pockets, my pale blue eyes stare back at me from the reflection …
Meditation. Trances and memory enhancement. She says that if I do this every night before I go to sleep as part of a short trance, I'll remember shit better, plus it will help with learning new spells, new rituals, protecting my mind from others, and about a dozen other things that I am sure I …
I thought it'd be chill. Guess I should have known this wouldn't be the kittycat run Sateen described. Just a second a go all the chummers were laughing at my jokes and impressions of the pompous priest of the white god, but now the team just linked an alert about those go-gang scum headed this way. …
I don't know why she gives a shit about this drek. She's not even going to read it, or so she says. But it's supposed to improve my skills, let me pass in all types of situations or something. And that I need to know how to write and track formulae, even if its more …
Pain. Fiery pain radiates out like broken wheel spokes from his shoulder. He sucks in breath through parched lips and starts to cough from the smoke filling the air, eliciting an additional moan of pain from the broken ribs on the same side of the body. Remembering the punishments for making the wrong sound at the wrong time, he stifles his …
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