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    Private Scales and the Scaled

    He let her exasperation wash over him. The dance had been far from easy – but not an unfamiliar rhythm. „I don't hold your frustration against you. I spoke in circles because I had to.“ His voice was slowly shedding the pagentry. Careful. The nose of a hunter. He had tracked beasts in human...
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    Private Needle in a Haystack

    Zayad accepted the offered tea with the soft hum of a drunk uncle. Let the heat settle into his palms. A familiar piece of comfort in the frozen wasteland. It was truly a marvel how people chose to live in the cold. But that was all the warmth two ghosts could spare each other. „Then perhaps I...
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    Private Unreadable

    He watched her ransack the shelf, scrolls fall and the moth rise. It seemed like his iron had stoked the fire proper. Even the horrible black seemed less biting a job well done coating his insides. „All seven dismissals of my envoys were most disappointing.“ He scraped the bitter off, tongue...
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    its and bits

    No one ever said it aloud, but everyone knew Lord Zayad could be terrifying. I didn't believe it. He wrote with a scholar's hand, spoke like he actually listened. Knew how to make a person feel smart even when correcting them. He even remembered the names of my sisters. Once, I'd coughed during...
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    Private Needle in a Haystack

    He was late on purpose. Arrived without haste, as though he'd been here once before. The warmth curled around him, folding around the saffron silks. He wondered whether the silks would read as vanity, or misdirection. Sometimes the upper hand came dressed in color. With the scent of fish and...
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    Private Scales and the Scaled

    He didn't flinch at her taunt. Didn't rise to the bait. That would be too easy. „You're right about the coin. Mere bait for thieves and fools.“ It was harder to keep pace once you'd already missed the rhythm. „But I didn't come here to buy a tool.“ „I came here because something in the north...
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    Private Unreadable

    Zayad's step changed with the tune of the conversation. And even while her voice may have lounged soft, he recognized edge for edge. It was his job description. So he didn't answer right away. He let the blade remain unsheathed between them. An unanswered question. Impossible to ignore. „My...
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    Open Controlled descent

    Deadlands, South of Cindersend Three years ago [OOC: Survival, exploration, conflict. We've just survived an airship crash, but are now in an area where natural shroudweaving is near impossible, and shroudstones present dangers of their own. What do we do?] They called it a „controlled...
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    Private Scales and the Scaled

    He listened to the hammer, because its thump told more truths than its owner. The only true voice in the room. Each strike louder than her words, but less revealing. Still, he let her finish up. It was only polite. „You mistake me for someone who fears a grave.“ His words were slow, to the...
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    Private Scales and the Scaled

    He did not smile, even if it may have been the appropriate mask. He simply listened beyond her words, to the implied shape. They were both creatures of metaphor, it seemed. Hers just had more teeth and less sense. Threatening a 'ni wasn't good business. Zayad may not have been the most dangerous...
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    Private Scales and the Scaled

    He had followed the trail for days. Wrong truths and misleading lies kept him always a step behind. But such was the hunt. Zayad knew better than to blame the world and circumstance. Each man was responsible for his own success and failure. If he was failing, it was simply because his...
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    Private Unreadable

    He followed. Quietly. The floorboards failing to sing of him. Peculiar for a man that size. The room was scented with paper and stone. Old and cold. Elderflower feeling out of place in the mix. He catalogued the room and learned the woman before him. This was an archive of someone too precise to...
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    Private Unreadable

    They were late. Three days, by the most optimistic estimate. Five if one chose to panic. A few of the scouts had returned. Brought back strange sketches. Shroud marked stones. Symbols like spines, curling down the vertebrae. Down roots. They spoke of a place that hummed even in silence. Of...
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    Open The Lion Dances Tonight

    Zayad turned slowly. His gaze passed over her without urgency. The silk, the frame, the cream – a woman raised on wine and war. A most interesting mask to wear. His expression did not change. „Lady Lysanne Kain“ A name like a spice. Familiar, smuggled, and far more potent in the north. „Your...
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    Private a Magician's Bouquet

    Zayad moved with a grace of someone who didn't belong, but always arrived on time. He was underdressed for the occasion by Miradi custom, but looking around the room, he wasn't alone in this choice. The silk that wrapped him was charcoal, blue embroidery visible only from certain angles. Still...
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    Open The Lion Dances Tonight

    „Announcing Lord Kuresh of Miraj'Dah“ Close enough. Zayad al-Kuresh zi Takoumba, though no one here would say it right, stepped lightly into the ballroom. The mistaken name was yet another in the layer of silks and linens that trailed behind him. His dress utterly unsuitable to the northern...
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    Zayad al-Kuresh zi Takoumba

    "A word is not good or bad. Penmanship is." Zayad al-Kuresh zi Takoumba
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