1. Kalinus Setra

    His Master's Voice

    A swirl of the silver vessel. The last drag of wine. "I have no time for such delays, Brahmus," he set forth. Set the goblet down, and stood himself up. "But I look forward to the lessons you administer to the young Scion of Argun," his robes needed no adjustment. "If your... aquaintences wish...
  2. Kalinus Setra

    Open Effigies of Power

    "Men of Argun!" "Souls of Setra!" "Form the line! Form the line!" Those dead were pulled back or forgotten. Some broke. Some ran. But Most stayed locked in their step. Shields forward. Formation tight. War. What they were made for. What they had trained for. Veterans spurred on the green. All...
  3. Kalinus Setra

    Open Effigies of Power

    Like spark to tinder. The Prince's words found the tattered. Enkindled them. Set their fibers ablaze. Bone, skin, and fingernail clutched tight about sword's grip. Felt sure the length of the blade that ran silvered and shined from the end of their limbs. Cruelties that they had seen dealt...
  4. Kalinus Setra

    His Master's Voice

    What darkness stirred beneath the surface of Kalinus Setra did not come to light. "An agreeable arrangement, Brahmus," he spoke as a mountain would to the wind. Hand clutched in a stone's stillness about the silver goblet. "Ortan Argun has grown well into his responsibilities as head of Clan...
  5. Kalinus Setra

    Open Effigies of Power

    Withering was the heat. Great was the malice. The blows rained. One after the other. Against those dogs that the man who was the Prince once called comrade. One shield cracked. Heat blazed through to sear through the arm of the man. He screamed and fell back. Gagan, on one of the Argun's...
  6. Kalinus Setra

    His Master's Voice

    There was little in the world worse than a fool who had lost the sense to fear. He had seen it in soldiers, just as he had seen it in the spoiled, and rotten. He had seen it in the slaves, made to fight in the pits. How it turned them from nothing, into avatars of something far older and...
  7. Kalinus Setra

    Private The Black Fort [dropped]

    Sure steps to the edge of the desk. Eyes on the journal. Hands never moved to touch it. A minute bled by. Slow as the crawl of a dying man, left behind the hard march. "Read me the scouting reports," he said, finality there in the sound of his chords. "Line by line, along with dates, as...
  8. Kalinus Setra

    Open Effigies of Power

    Shock was a cold thing. A still thing. Nerves waiting to catch up to the red hot gush that came there at so many ends. The soldiers around the scene gawked. Minds racing with what they had just witnessed. Those slaves stared on at the scene. Some flinched away. As if the very sight of what...
  9. Kalinus Setra

    Private The Black Fort [dropped]

    Praetor Setra remained standing. Eyed Hyuli and what she had been attending to prior to his entrance. He returned her salute. As respect amongst the legions dictated. An automatic thing. "Save me your grace, Hyuli," the older man gave. Stalked about the study. Measuring every polished bit and...
  10. Kalinus Setra

    Private The Black Fort [dropped]

    Steps down the carriage, Setra's feet planted firm before the gathered gaggle as Khashatrii barked commands and orders to muster and move the hundreds gathered. The babble ran against his ears like the trickle of stream about a stone. Might has well been piss. His eyes taking in the garrison...
  11. Kalinus Setra

    Private The Black Fort [dropped]

    Snap the banners and strike the colors of the white tiger of the frontier, its silken symbol with black stripes, rampant against the field of cobalt. Boots of the XXXIII Legion stamped in drilled unison. Armor and equipment rattled, spears gleamed. Four hundred and eighty two souls who made up...
  12. Kalinus Setra

    His Master's Voice

    "May The Most Radiant, be praised," Kalinus said dry as the vintage that sloshed with the lift of his cup, again he drank, and so he let pass the gulp down his throat. He had heard of the horrors that had been hidden there, beneath the very streets of Karmatun. Of those souls that had gone...
  13. Kalinus Setra

    Open Effigies of Power

    Beneath the wheel, there was nothing but death. One man had already gotten too close. Tears fat in their eyes as what was left of their leg, a thing so flat and bloodied it resembled churned meat, made a mess beneath them. His fellow slaves gathered around him, tried to keep him awake. Tried to...
  14. Kalinus Setra

    Private No One Mourns the Wicked (Garuda)

    White were the robes that trailed behind the head of Clan Setra. His proud headdress, tall above the golden trim that framed his bronze face. His expression set as it so often was. Hard and unamused. Were he any other man, might be that he would ponder how it was he had made it so far in this...
  15. Kalinus Setra

    His Master's Voice

    Broad hand, laden with scars, went wide about the copper colored neck of the carafe. Squeezed about its narrow width, and lifted it from the tray, much to the serving girl's wide eyed horror. The pour glugged fast from the wide mouth of the vessel. Came to stop with twist of the wrist. How he...
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