1. The Prince of Tatters

    Private In the Shadows

    "Who would indeed, Bonneknitter? ...Who would indeed..." He sat there almost like a statue for a few moments, the light from the candle between them making him look like some sort of effigy to pray even if just for a little while. One who was keen intuition might have realized that the masked...
  2. The Prince of Tatters

    Private The Sixth and the Ghost

    "I have not come here to kill off his numbers, Sixth. I've come to see the end of one man," he responded calmly. "Make no mistake, Fool. I have not come here to raise swords or to bring others into my conflict. Mine is the only blade I will need... But you know this city. You are one of the...
  3. The Prince of Tatters

    Private The Sixth and the Ghost

    "I am certain there is much to be found in the latter." A gloved hand moved to pull the chair away from the table so The Prince could take his place. The Prince moved gracefully like a shadow on the wall or a shape in one's peripheral. Like the wind could blow and carry this wraith away...
  4. The Prince of Tatters

    Private In the Shadows

    "Wise," He responded quietly. Beneath his masque of steel, his eyes darted to the waitress who brought the Boneknitter and ale and while he didn't get a drink himself, he nodded politely at her and watched her walk out of earshot before he turned his attention back to Moina. She was certainly a...
  5. The Prince of Tatters

    Private The Sixth and the Ghost

    "No, Bladedancer. I do not seek your coin. And yet, we are all after something are we not?" The man's face was familiar. He wanted to tell him. To remind him and perhaps even jog his own memory as to what conversations they might have had in the past. That they might have fought side by side on...
  6. The Prince of Tatters

    Open Effigies of Power

    The rumble of such monstrosities used to be a comfort to you, did it not? The Crucible made you a weapon sharp as any other. And you forgot what it meant to cherish the rhythm of your own beating heart. To cherish the heart of another. Now your heart pumps to spill the blood of those you once...
  7. The Prince of Tatters

    Open Effigies of Power

    Do you remember hell? Do you relish it’s burn? Do you remember what war feels like? Stand straight old Loha. For time remembers heroes. Fortune favors the bold. He stood in lock step with them and remembered old words. Little memories that tugged at the edge of his consciousness and bid him...
  8. The Prince of Tatters

    Open Effigies of Power

    Kalinus Setra. The Prince remembered a time where even his own father from a life long gone feared the man. And if the old Raj Imperaatus that sat and decayed on his throne in the capital city was wise, he would have feared him as well. There was nothing more dangerous than limitless ambition...
  9. The Prince of Tatters

    Private The Sixth and the Ghost

    Lightning flashed across the sky and his cloak blew in the wind as he leaned off the edge of one of the tall towers in the City of Fools, looking down on the streets below. He must have looked akin to a demon to those with keen enough eyes to spot him above the winding streets. The heavy rain...
  10. The Prince of Tatters

    Private In the Shadows

    Naya Vapna. Others likely imagine some Hell in their afterlife to serve as their place of torment. It’s my torment in this one. I look upon this city and wonder how my father imagined he might have changed it. How I figure I could have brought it down with all of the swords in the City of Fools...
  11. The Prince of Tatters

    The Prince of Tatters

    Naya Vapna stinks of corruption. The vultures have gathered about the yet breathing corpse of the Raj Imperatus. The potential my father saw in this great Empire died with him. It rests at the bottom of the Boiling Sea as punishment for fabricated betrayals. His was a dream of Republic. Where...
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