1. Santiago Malik

    Private To Fill the Father's Cup

    Blood, piss, and shit marred the air, stained the nose with every breath. Noniruth drew towards a frenetic end, bringing with it a chill that permeated the bone even so far south as the head of the Ilican peninsula. Sparse pine woodlands gave ground to the encroaching winter, dry branches...
  2. Santiago Malik

    Private Which Once Shone Before, the Sun

    "Listen to me, Mali, not once but twice: this was our home, and home it is no longer. You will know your roots, and the knowing will kill you. You must be cautious. Speak not lest your tongue betray you. Be silent and look, but do not be seen. You have heard me now, little Mali. A mother is...
  3. Santiago Malik

    Private Under the Father's Eye

    Of late, Santiago made it a habit to peruse the library. Villa Sutra boasted a vast emporium of books, rivaled only by the Imperator's own collection and that of a niche group of purveyors and monasteries. Its stacks were meticulously organized by category, with a staff of dedicated caretakers...
  4. Santiago Malik

    Private The Black Fort [dropped]

    From his ease standing before Legate Hyuli's desk in the innards of Castellis Sutr, Santiago wiped sweat from his cheeks. The air was stagnant, untouched by the chill spring breeze that whistled lightly against the worked glass windows embellishing the room. With a legionnaire at each of his...
  5. Santiago Malik

    Santiago Malik

    [/imgright] Where some men claw to greatness, their eyes seeing only the whims of self, others find themselves instead within the brilliance of Ko. To the layman, the dedicated of Ko oft appear haughty, swathed in the accoutrements of sanctimony. By Santiago's estimations, only the blind speak...
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