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    Private The Smoke of Promise

    Alcyone gave Malice a hooded look, loosely veiling the satisfaction she felt. The older woman managed to still herself before shaking her head again. "You look fine," she said. Moving to her desk, she picked up a bell and rang it twice. "Come," she said, making for the door, "we will...
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    Private The Smoke of Promise

    Malice moved over to the sofa while Faine picked out an outfit, tilting the princess's head up to check the bruising on the younger woman's lip. Alcyone, for her part, managed to blank her expression. A scowl lurked there, just below the surface, but not a hint of it peeked out on her lips...
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    Private The Smoke of Promise

    What opened the door was no servant but rather the glaring figure of a princess, hair still wet from bath and cheek flushed from rouge that did not quite hide the fresh sting of bruising that split the flesh. Layered cloth fitted tight to her form, palette deep in how it contrasted the pale of...
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    Private The Smoke of Promise

    Malicevora waited, listening beneath a veneer of patience for Faine's reply despite fixing the game in advance. Even Alcyone, still bristling, retained some blessed silence. It served neither's agenda if Faine refused to cooperate. When that answer came, she ghosted out a grin, the barest hint...
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    Private The Smoke of Promise

    The doors shut behind Deren's exit, cloaking the parlor in momentary silence. A welcome thing, cut by a noise that shot from Malice's throat. Indelicate. "Help yourself," she said, gesturing to the tray. Filled with sliced meats and fruits, lined with unblemished cream and a dark sauce that...
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    Private The Smoke of Promise

    The sun shone bright over the city of broken vows. Naya Vapna, heart of the empire, bustled in the late autumn afternoon. This deep into the South Ilican peninsula, the weather had yet to turn towards winter's chill, reflected in the dress of the passersby filtering through the streets. In robes...
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    Private Under the Knife of Silence

    13 Miuzund 332 E.O.D. A letter delivered unto one Aurelian Vaidyan: A, By order of the Raj: acquire fiend hearts, sparing no expense, as many as you need to see Project Homunculus reach its conclusion. Time is of the essence. The magisters suspect. I can buy you eight months at most...
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    Kernels of Progress

    Dearest Kalinus, my mentor and hero of the Karmatun Siege, It is with great pleasure that I write to you from the offices of the Senate-elect in the garden palace of Naya Vapna. I am proud to share news of the recent election and the success shared by me and cohorts in the Legion in nurturing...
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    Malicevora Ipqay

    Retired Primus Khashatrii Malicevora Ipqay came to prominence in 333 E.O.D., eight months after her graduation from the Karmic Crucible in the wake of the razing of the Imerisian plains. Having led a detachment of the LX Legion's infantry through the jaws of Selvarin skirmishers that worked...
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