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    Private slowbake

    The long road north found the time for Vyn and Frank to grow somewhat chummy. He was still rude to most other people, but they were getting there. At least he'd stopped calling the little ones bakerless. He lived on the windowsill of Vyn's Wagon now. Caught the sun for most of the day. Called...
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    Private Rest

    Seven and something years ago The Road further south had been uneventful by Elum standards. Bad weather and broken wheels, two horses and a goat gone lame – none worthy of a story. Until they came upon Gordar's Rest. Never been much to look at. Just a patch of empty by the roadside, long and...
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    Private pale remains

    The ritual was a smudge now. Even remembered things stop being sharp with enough time. And she no longer could honestly tell how much time they spent huddled together or how long it took for Dusty to come back. Suppose it didn't matter much in the end. Because stuff had healed enough. There were...
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    Private All teeth

    The path narrowed. Old cart tracks vanished into the dry brush and low, leafless trees. Less road, more memory of one. It suited her mood. The Pale had gone. So had Makaela, veering sharp and proud down the other way. She remembered the night and the teeth in the underbrush. Wasn't sure if it...
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    Private There won't be a third

    The Wagon stood apart. Not far enough to be strange. Just enough to make the Nightline wonder while promising to meet the rest of them halfway. The horses were tethered loosely, content. The bison pair dozed in the dust. The great elk, always had trouble laying down, watched them approach...
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    Private Nothing good happens quietly

    Eyes opened for her. Blinked slowly, evenly. She was getting better at that. She had even learned how to stand up properly to avoid bumps and bruises the next day. Not all vessels were sturdy, and it made sense to take care of your tools. She took a moment to relearn the balance of Vyn's body...
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    Private Story water

    The night unfolded ahead like the tarp Jem struggled with earlier. Slowly, then all at once. Too warm for coats, but too cool for sleep. An evening of in-betweens. Air felt snug, and the fire licked higher than it should. The Wagons had already said their goodnights. The big fire was dying...
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    Private Mistakes made

    „I think I'll turn in for the night.“ Vyn seemed concerned. „'Aight!“ a knock against the wheel. „Sleep tight!“ The door closed behind her. She wanted to delay the transition, but couldn't. A deal was a deal. Body slumped down slowly onto the blanket. Vyn blinked. Before the flesh had time...
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    Private Wasn't here last year

    They came upon ruins and decided to make camp there. Now a bunch of stones in the middle of nowhere wasn't anything new to people who spent their lives on the Road. What made these interesting is that no one remembered seeing them before. Which was especially strange, given they took a very...
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    Private Moonsoft

    The storm came in sideways. One moment the Elum were laying kindling, stringing lanterns, tuning flutes, preparing for a fire dance worthy of the Eight. Thunder decided otherwise. Sky cracked open like a bad egg. Buckets, not drops. Wagons scrambled open. People ran for cover. Cloaks became...
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    Open Before the embers die

    [This thread opens on a circle of people over a dying campfire, trading stories. We establish the posting order by the passing of the token between the speakers. Maybe you're an Elum. Maybe you're visiting. Maybe you just snuck in for free stew. Friend or foe. Stranger or kin. Everyone has a...
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    Dare Beyond the Last Lantern

    Somewhere, the Road no longer wishes to be a road. That is where I'm sent. To light the path before it forks. On the road. Tired but willing. The Council wanted it done and so it would be. The thought of refusal, however possible, never dawned on her. Her mount mimicked her broken spirit, both...
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    The Wagons of Elum

    Elum is not a name of pride. In the old tongue of their ancestors, it means “forgotten.” They say the first of their kind broke the law. So they remembered the lesson, but not the man. No tale bears his name. No child is told it. He was unnamed, and thus the Elum began. “No one soul is worth...
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    Vynella Audrin of the Wagons of Elum of the Sons of Rahim

    „Even the most spectral touch leaves prints.“ — Vynella Audrin, Pathlight of the Wagons of Elum
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