Recent content by Inqu
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Private Let the Mother Sort Them Out
Rust red linen cloaked about Inku's slender form. Hid the metal sockets and joints where in the gift of their ancestors met his mortal flesh. Gilded wounds, kept open by doctored scars so that bone and neurons linked to peeled endings, fanned and frayed like grasping fingers so that shroud... -
Private Let the Mother Sort Them Out
And who was he to challenge the words of the Unassailable? But a Spider, still sticky on the web. Yarn spindled out. Spent. Each breath through his lungs, slow. He had earned it. Rest. Said words echoed through the purple haze of his war dreams. It rumbled. It shook. Like a pink bruise... -
Private Let the Mother Sort Them Out
A scream. White as the sun's light. That which killed all that stood beneath its cruel light for too long without the wisdom woven into cloth. Sunken into skin dark as midnight. As airy and light as the breeze itself. Folded. Draped. Tended to fall across black fields. Blades tore through... -
Private Let the Mother Sort Them Out
There would be no time to mourn Donoro, the Dancing Hourglass. No time to see if his wounds could be mended. His life saved. For the enemies of the Greatest City That Ever Was and Ever Would Be were many. And its Champion of Champions called out to him. To him! Inqu dipped a spear. Sliced... -
Private Let the Mother Sort Them Out
Soundless signals caught from the periphery of eyes. One and two. Fly. So Inqu flew. Spider's claws loosed from thopter's holds, shard bolts raining down like glass hail. Streaks of blue and purpled lightning turned fire. Could smell them burning through the atmosphere. Through the flesh and... -
Private Let the Mother Sort Them Out
Eyes full of it. A pulsing darkness that fed from a hole in the heart. Whittled and carved deeper than any knife could ever hope to reach. A thing that needled through ribs and snaked with spine. Coiled with those very chords that ran through the whole of you. Fingertip to toe. The third and... -
Private Let the Mother Sort Them Out
Every detail that trailed out of the champion's mouth only drew the young spider closer and closer. Breath poured off his tongue and he could feel his throat tighten up. A priestess so fine, the Mansa himself bade gift her to those most loyal. Most lethal. "No knife-" he let the words hang... -
Private Let the Mother Sort Them Out
"Dunubu, that's crazy," Inqu said through a face cracked by a smile, voice all wheeze and huff. A hand raised to try and hide the laugh there behind it. "You're crazy. Keep your damn hands on the yoke, old timer, we don't need to crash cuz your dick got too hard, thinking about some priestess,"... -
Private Let the Mother Sort Them Out
Through the thrum of the armonium glass wings, the thopter's chassis hummed as the craft whirred through the air. Almost a mirage in its own right, as it's enameled body shimmered and gleamed with all the colors of the desert. A thing that looked like the distant haze of unforgiving heat, an... -
Private Let the Mother Sort Them Out
"Khamath Nai," the younger man sounded. Syllables stretched out, as if to hang them upon the cosmic web of his memory, and see where the shimmering lines lead him. "There, the sands are rich in the mother's gifts," he remembered. Recalled some news in regards to raids hitting shard stone mines... -
Private Let the Mother Sort Them Out
Eyes like polished knives looked to the Mansa's undisputable champion. The spill and shift of black dreads bounced with each step. The tight crisscross of their braids painted Kaikias red. Lips, too young to know the meaning of that song that stirred the air, peeled to show sharp and hungry... -
Open Three Crates and a Dream
Climb and climb the higher. Shroudstones screamed as the arbalest locked its arms back into place. Runes set to glow the hotter. Snapped forward to spit out a bolt of shroud fire that zapped forward. The air behind it set to sizzle with the fumes of shroud-stripped atmosphere. Each shot had... -
Open Three Crates and a Dream
Skimmers raced across the desert sands, ancient engines howling like fiends set loose from the spells that bound them. "Ready the arbalest!" one cloth wrapped Spider shout over the scream of the vehicle he piloted. The dune spat out behind them in billowing tail. Their second, straddled upon... -
Open Three Crates and a Dream
A dying man slammed against a strong-box, his hand dug into a pouch at his waist, found the shape of runed stone. Blood high, breath shallow, he fed the stone from what life he had still to live. A groan turned to shout as he threw the overwoven crystal out at his attackers. Crack and boom...