Month: February 2018

  • Finding Gratitude, Part 15

    Sela caught the practice sword tossed her way. It was actually a rather fine piece of wood. Tested, weathered, but still retaining a supple nature. Sela tested the blade, and was amazed by the nature of the sword. There was a perfect balance, right in the center of the blade. Beyond a blunt edge, she was holding a true weapon. And it had been given to her by a true swordsman. Named only Bill, he […]

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  • Finding Gratitude, Part 14

    “Right, that was wonderfully pathetic. Somebody remember to wake up Ragged Knuckle and slap the bill to his forehead, or something. What a waste. Anyways…Bluelight!” Regni scanned the crowd. “I know I saw Bluelight in here somewhere. Bluelight, you up for a little action? I see you, passed out by the…BLUELIGHT!” One of the tables shuddered, and crashed to the ground. A dwarf woman raised her head, and squinted. “Regni?” “Bluelight, time to sober up. […]

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  • Finding Gratitude, Part 13

    Lady Violet “All right, all right…gods below, everyone shut up!” Regni paused to take a breath. “That’s better. You hopped-up adrenaline junkies ready for your next hit?” The crowd cheered. Regni was a petulant little beast, but he knew the fights. The gnome could size up anyone who wanted in the ring, and match up accordingly. For newcomers, this meant a real challenge. For the old hands, it prevented rust and complacency. And for the […]

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  • Finding Gratitude, Part 12

    The Reza remained silent. They stared at Lana, questioning her words. This new girl, this creature they called kin, cursed at them. Degraded their entire existence with that word. how could she? Was she so offended by the birds’ little playings that she was so crass? “Waste Beast?” Mister Clops said. He shook his mane once, and turned away. He snuffled, and wheezed. “Is that what you think we are?” Lana tensed. Of all the […]

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  • Finding Gratitude, Part 11

    Lana looked at Nahc. She had so many questions. Who were the Waste Beasts, or the Reza? Was there going to be any trouble for them for breaking curfew, even if she didn’t know there was one? These questions faded away as the two walked through the wall, and into the Waste Quarter. The place was packed. Buildings all extending up four, five, six stories in the air. They leaned against each other for support, […]

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  • Finding Gratitude, Part 10

    Darkling Nahc looked down at Lana. “So, what do you think?” Lana thought there must be some mistake. Nahc had led them through the night, and finally stopped this morning at… a wall. Easily a hundred feet high, built out of stone. It was cracked in some places, but held firm. It jutted one way and another, before making a sharp right turn and leading off into the distance. The walls loomed up out of […]

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