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    Open Along These Godless Streets [completed]

    He nodded like he understood. But he really didn’t. You don’t renounce your home. Not while it still existed. Going back to help them after a fire anyway – seemed a doomed effort. But some people couldn’t help themselves. That was an impulse he knew. Rest of the conversation felt like a buzz...
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    Open Along These Godless Streets [completed]

    Ah, there we go – anvilface – back to a familiar rhythm. Only he didn’t tease this time. Having mixed feelings about your home was a known thing. He’d not heard of Cathmore before. Suppose that wasn’t too incredible, but given how well-versed he was in Ilica, hearing of new places continued to...
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    Open Along These Godless Streets [completed]

    Delivery pass to enter past a point? That didn’t sound like the type a thing honest people needed. It smelled funny. But he really shouldn’t be talking. Everything he did was dodgy. So he nodded to Meredith and near choked on spit at Syr Monroe Fucking Cuthmore. Must be why she was so upset all...
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    Private know a guy

    Some men believed in gods. Some found strength in each other. Trevor believed in beer. And ale. Sometimes wine, too. Liquor was a tougher mistress, but he wasn't above it – just a luxury harder to justify than the more usual swill he got his hands on. Three drinks deep – he'd reached a new...
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    Open Along These Godless Streets [completed]

    Trevor followed on in amusement. Always found asking for directions amusing. Wasn’t a thing normally done. Usually, you’d just know which spot was correct. It just felt right. But he did his best not to know, and he followed instead. “Ducks, huh? That’s fun.” The direction the boy pointed felt...
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    Open Along These Godless Streets [completed]

    Yea, suppose moving didn’t make much sense. Someone would be told. People would know. And the line would surely form elsewhere. There would be an annoying local pretending it was an obvious and known thing. Wanted to dismiss the tiny creature’s worries about animals – worrying over rabbits was...
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    Private Blade and balance

    Trevor had done well to keep his cool up to that point. Even if he didn't understand half the words exchanged between the other two, he knew enough to understand it wouldn't be easy. Some of the things he'd failed to unsee still scratched at the back of his mind. But he wasn't showing Dancer his...
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    Open A Break in The Road

    A smile. Because he did mean stupid. Matvi slid off to weave his shit. Cool to cold, to a will of slippery steps and frozen over cobbles. Another time, in another life – Trevor could imagine Matvi as a seamstress. Had the moves for it. The manifestation was powerful enough now that even his...
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    Open A cold day in Astenvale

    Even the guy's smile seemed to be a bite of air. Fingers snapped and ice to snow, to melt. The luckier of the ducks pushed past them in a most unfriendly quack you. Couldn't blame the poultry. Getting your ass frozen wasn't an everyday activity. Wasn't sure what world this man came from – but...
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    Open A cold day in Astenvale

    That had been... too easy? Still, Trevor wouldn't blame the world for playing to his favor. „Some people got to calling it World Tree years back.“ Tsk. Tsk. „Lots of redtape ever since.“ His mind rife with all the possible quests he could send the bastard on. Would've been good for iceman to...
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    Open A cold day in Astenvale

    Fucking weavers. Each one had a board loose. And judging by the looks of this guy – he was more floating than using the floor. Art? Wanted to art him right up the nose. But no, he'd just freeze more stuff. Someone would get hurt. „Oh, I'm an artist alright.“ A bullshit artist. That's what the...
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    Open A cold day in Astenvale

    Was that a spell? Had the smithy been any closer, he'd have already been rummaging over there. Ready to knock the floating icefucker straight back into the oncepond. Felt a slight twinge of shame when he saw how unlucky the ducks got. Figured it was much the same for their non-flying neighbors...
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    Open A cold day in Astenvale

    Watched the skin fly away in disbelief. When the fucker keeled over, it wasn't him Trevor went to check on. Empty, small bits of Dingle all around them – they might kill the grass. But those weren't the weeds they were bought to remove. More than a healthy amount of resentment welled up in his...
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    Open Along These Godless Streets [completed]

    Morning had the troublesome habit of sneaking up on you. One moment you were sound asleep in your...well it was a sack this time around, and the next sky itself wanted to stab you in the eye. With light no less. Rude. But life was one big hangover anyway – couldn’t expect waking to it to be any...
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    Private Not all fiends come from shroud

    „As far as we can, then.“ Wasn't sure what Briar's deal was. But he had to go. Lingering would only bring more trouble. When the bucket broke, every drop just found your boots. „Get up, Briar.“ Stood and offered a hand. Didn't wait long. Sooner they left all of this behind, the better...
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    Private Not all fiends come from shroud

    Blinked once, twice. So that's what it was. Briar believed himself to be an agent of order. Maybe that was true. Seemed unlikely. There weren't many like Trevor – well, there weren't any exactly like him – but he'd seen this face before. Pretending to be the scales to make your influence...
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    Private Not all fiends come from shroud

    Briar, huh? Fitting – one prickly guy. Or maybe Trevor had been the abrasive one. Hard to tell with the fatigue stacking like fortune he owed. At least some of them got to take a nap – by stone or otherwise. He'd have taken a concussion over staying awake to witness all that had unfolded. All...
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    Private Not all fiends come from shroud

    Kept his mouth shut. Glad all of them made it out alive. Significantly less so after the broken stranger opened his. Stared down at the sheer gall of it. Mouth started moving wordless, a few curses uttered mute long before breath caught up with the voice: „Not even a good fucking morning. No...
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    Open A Break in The Road

    The initial worry about not being able to catch up to Kla was still there. But diminished. Because they really couldn't outpace the deva with Trevor's limping ass. At least he wasn't getting any futher away either. Matvi could probably do it alone, sure. But Trevor wanted to be there. They would...
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    Private Not all fiends come from shroud

    They were getting chattier on the way up. And even as his mind refused communication – keeping them all tuned down to an illegible hum – he couldn't help but notice the growing unease in the stuffy passage. He'd stoned all of them. Diggy had seen him kill a guy. All it took was four Rockies...
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