1. The Prince of Tatters

    Open All Roads Lead to Hestio

    When I found you, you were broken and shambling. A noble and gaudy thing turned wretched by the works of evil men. Now you lay beneath brick and earth as but a wisp of vengeance... Have I not made you strong? Have I not made you worthy of the title bestowed upon you. I play now with your...
  2. The Prince of Tatters

    Open Effigies of Power

    Those brave souls fought and perished at the end of many spears. They were torn asunder by blades far more sharp and with disciplined hands. With each one that fell, Malice whirled and claimed more of his former brothers-in-arms. Their faces were many. Quantifiable and yet such logic was lost in...
  3. The Prince of Tatters

    Open Effigies of Power

    Death fell upon them all like black rain. Something out of the nightmares of madmen and those with the spirit of war in their hears. Slaves died about him, those that had taken up the blade or whatever they could carry in the name of freedom or perhaps something more edged. Something more...
  4. The Prince of Tatters

    Private The Sixth and the Ghost

    "The Lilted Lilly," the Prince repeated from beneath the metal of his mask. His head had not changed position, almost as if the darkness of the abyss that made up the eyes of his mask were fixed upon the mercenary. "I know of this place. Enough to know that there are more than Chopra and the...
  5. The Prince of Tatters

    Open Effigies of Power

    Malice still burned brightly in his hand. There was a hunger in him that would not be satiated. The men he'd killed were nameless. Rank and file swords of great and cruel masters that hid themselves behind metal and tech. In that moment, he swore as he had a thousand times that he would build a...
  6. The Prince of Tatters

    Private The Sixth and the Ghost

    "None shall stop your departure, Sixth." The Prince sat back comfortably in his seat. He could see the subtleties in his muscles. The thought that he might be provoked. The Big Man in the pool was wise enough to read the room and yet, there was daring in his eyes. The sentiment that if a man...
  7. The Prince of Tatters

    Private The Sixth and the Ghost

    "Because for all we might have heard of you, you've returned with the information requested all the same haven't you?" The Prince responds as he crosses one leg over the other. The eyes beneath the eyes of his visage narrow upon the Bladedancer as his metallic voice seems to resonate through the...
  8. The Prince of Tatters

    I Know You Said Not To Call You Again, But I Miss You

    Letters passed between distant lovers a decade ago. Before the death of the line of Vexion. When last I saw you, you were as peaceful as I'd ever seen you. Set adrift upon dreams as Telperion's sun fell upon you. I remember your pale glow and the way we spoke the night before I departed. I just...
  9. The Prince of Tatters

    Private Phantasmophobia

    For a moment, he did not respond. He weighed the man's words in a mind that had seen death and what came beyond it. A strange thing. It was hard to know where his own humanity began and ended. Perhaps it did when he was tarred and feathered. Perhaps it ended when he'd seen his family hung high...
  10. The Prince of Tatters

    Open Effigies of Power

    One rammed. The Prince stumbles backward and is forced to gather his footing. The pain that came from the shield striking him was numb. A distant thing despite the force that shocked him. When the second man sliced, he moved backwards just in time, taking advantage of the opening and thrusting...
  11. The Prince of Tatters

    Private Phantasmophobia

    "Better men are an illusion. A thing we tell ourselves to remove the shadow of duty from our mortal forms and to hide another day from Father's judgement... or Takoumba's waiting embrace. Whichever poison tastes better." His eyes narrow behind the mask, though the Spider that wore the portly...
  12. The Prince of Tatters

    Private Phantasmophobia

    His head tilts to the side, the smoke from incense drifted to meet them here, even in the darkness of the rim of the gathering they both haunted. It made him appear as some dark dream perhaps. The shadow one sees in the corner of their eye when there's naught there but one's own paranoia. A...
  13. The Prince of Tatters

    Private Phantasmophobia

    "Hm... Quite the question," he tilts his head in response to the inquiry. A fair one. Those who knew death well often pondered what it meant when it's agents guided them to speak softly and gladly. "I have walked myself to my own funeral in the past, friend. I assure you that I had not done so...
  14. The Prince of Tatters

    Private Phantasmophobia

    The wise knew that the void held the reins to all secrets. Men imagined often that things whispered in the dark could never hurt them so long as no one could hear them. But there were creatures that found nourishment in the shadows. Winged and spiteful things. The maw of spiders who's many legs...
  15. The Prince of Tatters

    Open Effigies of Power

    Time feels like it slows. A thrumming from the Prince's bones. It asks him what this mission is worth. Tetron appears before him as a maelstrom of wings and eyes that stare into the pits of his very being, ever testing, ever watching. Wings resplendent reach past the vehicle of war they stand...
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