1. Silk

    Private Ride or Die

    The morning crept in like a knife slipped between ribs, quiet and without apology. Silk had been up for hours, though time held little meaning in a root cellar. Cellar was buried beneath earth like a forgotten silver piece, tucked between the skeletal ribs of burned-out tenements and shuttered...
  2. Silk

    Private Dysphoria

    The last haunting chord of the elf’s lute faded like breath on glass. For a moment, the tavern was quiet, which was unusual for an inn like the Bleeding Crown. Applause was muted, a few hands slapping the tables, but most patrons just went back to their drinks, and the murmurs resumed, tankards...
  3. Silk

    Dare From Gods into the hands of thieves

    It was neither late nor early. It was right there on the border where waning night and rising day met. The hour was neither dark nor light, but a gray in-between. Gray was the day, gray is the night. The dew lay thin on the streets. The warmth was waiting on the horizon with the first light. The...
  4. Silk

    Open Damnatio memoriae

    Visibility was low and it was eerie how the humidity in the air could dissolve the outlines of the world. The moisture that came out of the ground and hung in the air during cold nights like this clung to the metal. Heavy skies, lead and rust seemed to belong to each other. The warm red rust...
  5. Silk

    Silk

    About Silk She became an orphan at a very young age. However, the circumstances surrounding this are not so clear. Whether her parents died or were simply unable to care for her, she does not know and no one has been able to tell her anything about her parents either. But how can you ask around...
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