1. The First

    Private The House Always Wins

    Sarabi had the last man pinned. Massive paws, wide as dinner plates, sank curled scythes into his chest. He thrashed, but the sand cat just leaned into the pressure, yellow eyes unblinking. Ahmir approached at a stroll, wiping a red smear from his chin where blood had flown. He crouched beside...
  2. The First

    Private The House Always Wins

    Ahmir stepped out from behind The Sixth’s shadow with a long, leisurely stride, the faint glow of his cigarette flaring as he took a puff and surveyed the mess with an unhurried eye. The desk had been gutted, ripped of its drawers, papers strewn about, muddied bootprints tracking over...
  3. The First

    Private The House Always Wins

    The city bustled even at this hour. Crorefell never slept. Too many wagers being made, too many knives being sheathed in silk, too many voices jostling for a place in the great chorus of fools. It thrummed beneath their feet like a hungry thing. “You are many things, Brother,” Ahmir drawled...
  4. The First

    Private The House Always Wins

    The First studied her brother, the barest flicker of consideration in those kohl-lined eyes, before relief bloomed the edges into a crinkled grin. For all of The Sixth’s ways, he was not a liar—at least, not to her. If he said he had no hand in this, then she believed him. Not that she doubted...
  5. The First

    Private The House Always Wins

    The sand cat chuffed happily at the man and shoved herself under the table, leaning her considerable weight against him and asking for the attention she was owed. "Traitor." The First mumbled under her breath. But it broke the tension she felt, and the levity allowed her to take a deep breath...
  6. The First

    Private The House Always Wins

    The door to the tavern slammed open, rattling on its hinges like the place itself flinched. Smoke, sweat, and the stale tang of spilled ale clung thick to the air, an offense to the finer senses. But Ahmir had long learned to navigate filth when necessary. The scent of his own perfumed silks...
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  7. The First

    Private This is Family, No Matter What

    A buxomed barmaid of fair complexion came traipsing over, her tray filled with sloshing steins of fresh ale and a jovial tune on her lips. Blatantly ignorant of any stares that burned her cheek at her audacious approach. "There we go, one for each of ye, on the house." Came her chirping...
  8. The First

    The First (Jahára)

    "Rage, maybe rage would lift me up, make me stand, make me walk." -Marlon James Jahára was born on the slum streets of Crorefell. She was born with a name she couldn't remember and a mother she didn't know. But steel was born in her spine and when pickpocketing no longer bought her safety...
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