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    Private Tumult Tearing Through the Limbo

    The cup thumped the tabletop clumsily. His fingers felt numb. Nails neatly clipped. The inside of his cheek was raw. Tasted of…dried blood. Tongue traced the shape of his own teeth. Like he’d been chewing on it a while. Must be some booze, if he hadn’t even noticed. Sometimes stuff was strong...
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    Private know a guy

    He could feel it even as they stood still. The pull of getting closer. Only they weren't goi... SHIT! His eye barely caught the glimpse beyond the barn door opening. An amber eye squinting, then going wider, before becoming still. Sometimes you spent ages searching for something, and sometimes...
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    Private Debt

    He nodded along to Naku's story. Might've even had things in common if Trevor dealt in more savory things. But the Miradi could never be trusted. The spice to their voice and the lull of their tales made you forget the floating fortress of shroud. They called it engineering, and sure – if you...
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    Private Debt

    „Usually problem when people can't hold their drink...“ Took a swig cause it was strong. „This one couldn't hold mine.“ And another for poor, spilled Dingleberry. The cards fanned out on the table, each one making him more confused. What the hell was a bi ki ni? Looked like some kind of tit...
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    Dare Primroses

    „Smallest guy round camp gets washer duty more often than not.“ Wasn't always pots and pans he scrubbed, but it was much the same. Metal was metal, grease was grease. Soot and sand did their part. Scrub and scrape, swipe and polish – small movements working things back to their cleaner selves...
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    Private Tumult Tearing Through the Limbo

    Trevor had a talent for making sure bullshit happened just far enough not to nip at his toes, but close enough to wake him up when it went tits up. Or the cat. Same difference, he learned. But it rarely looked bad at first. The first inn you stepped into had vacancy. Rooms were cheap. They even...
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    Private Debt

    For all the show he made about it, Nakuguy seemed unaffected by the booze. Not a thing Trevor would miss, if they were to trade drinks, this guy likely wouldn't fold under the table quick enough. Wondered how he'd fare with stronger stuff. Had to stop at wonder, as nothing stronger was...
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    Private know a guy

    Some things, a morning couldn't mask. Like the uprising he hadn't dreamt about. Some things were content to be forgotten. Others liked to poke their heads out whenever called upon. One day they'd be real nice and sneaky, and then someone would use the wrong word. Summon a wrong thing. And you...
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    Open Along These Godless Streets [completed]

    Watched her a good moment. Because this is where you called bullshit on people and their big mouths. Thing is...Monroe seemed the sort to believe all that flowery justice nonsense. If she wanted to help feed and house a bunch of kinless and starving little fuckers, let her. There were so many...
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    Private know a guy

    Trevor and his big mouth. Couldn't just talk horses. Nooo...had to make it about things best not discussed. But a man could say a lot without ever really saying anything. One of those roadgifts practiced by those stuck to the shadier side of things. „Figure it was four, five jobs after Ogam's...
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    Private Debt

    Twelve damn days. Twelve. Hadn't been anyone living who could stay this slippery in years. Well, other than Painted and Manylegs...but that was a different animal. Hopefully what kept 'em up wasn't what'd kept richgirl away. Still, far as hiding in plain sight went – suppose she did alright. A...
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    Private Debt

    Twelve days ago „Her folks want her back at Brighthearth. Apparently, bit of a roadspirit, this one.“ The scar under Rob's eye never healed right. „That place still standing?“ „There a reason why it shouldn't be?“ „No, no.“ Memory safely tucked between gulps of the bitter they passed off as...
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    Dare Primroses

    Time too was liquid, it seemed. Felt only moments ago the dough got shoveled in. But if she felt it almost ready, suppose it was. Looked golden enough, brown enough. Between the two, she was likely the greater baker. Especially if she studied under Syr Recipes of the monasteryfolk. He'd seen...
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    Private know a guy

    Trevor took the strange, heavy blanket and wrapped around himself. Felt more like a rug than a blanket, but whatever was covering your ass was blankety enough. He'd heard of Threnodyn before. Viscounty was far too big to miss. Some maps argued over its exact borders, but all of them were honest...
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    Open Along These Godless Streets [completed]

    His brow went up enough to pause the next bite. Was that what she heard? Strange. Sure, she could probably take Meredith. Many people could. But he figured Monroe would get her ass charmed mid second sentence about justice or somesuch. But just like he knew to shut it with Tooths, he didn't make...
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    Private know a guy

    Ass firmly on the ground, by the fire. Was it comfortable? No. But it was warm and dry, and on a day like this, that had to be enough. „Thanks.“ A mutter for them both, as the clothes got hung. Trevor'd spent too much with soldiers to notice when people flapped around nude. There was the...
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    Dare Primroses

    Nodded sagely, cause he'd heard this story of angry chickens before. Was surprised it didn't end with soup or skewer. Food really shouldn't be harassing you. Sure, sometimes you had it coming. But some things, like goats, really needed calmer tempers. Being all chew, chew, headbutt was only...
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    Open Along These Godless Streets [completed]

    Surprise crept up his face at the rejection of the meat. Sleep sure, whatever. But this really was a good meal, even if it did have some whiskers stuck to it. Come to think of it, she was a noble...right, right... would need plates and stabby bits to make it look proper. Well, sucks to be her –...
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    Private know a guy

    Blondie seemed to be barnborn, so he'd figure it out. Trevor knew how to clean 'em and some minor acts of haymagic. When it came to controlled fires and not burning things you shouldn't... well, let Laric handle it. The trashfire got going, smoke finding new ways to escape. Whatever the other...
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    Dare Primroses

    Took the cold goblet with the singed hand. Probably wasn't the best idea, but it felt good in the moment. Wasn't too bad a burn, just a red one. Red ones usually went away by themselves in time. It was the more colorful and liquid ones you had to worry about. When stuff started growing bubbles...
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