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“There are words that you travel on the Long Ride.” came the voice of the woman in the shadow, who must be Corinne. The redolent scent of honeysuckle danced along the breeze from where she stood. But his eyes made out her ample, curvaceous form, the turn of her leg. And nothing else. She was [...]
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Darda closed his eyes, a wave of sadness cresting over him. “Yes, I See it.” he said quietly. When his eyes opened again, they were full of anger. “The Rabid Dog must be put down, Auryn Singer. The blood of Yahn is on his hands, yes. But he threatens us all. You [...]
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The river-hawk gave its cry as it rode the warm morning breeze down to a perch set aside just for his use. His wings ached from the long flight, but his duty had been made clear to him. The hawk settled on the perch, tucking his wings [...]
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“How do you know this, Auryn?” Peter said, looking skeptical atop his horse.
“Suffice it that I know, for now Sergeant. It is a certainty.” Auryn said quietly, but very sincerely.
Peter nodded, accepting what he said. “Very well. Miss Shandra, I think it’d be best if…”
The door slammed shut, the sound of a [...]
Welcome to Chapter 4!
The arrow flew past Auryn, wide to the left, and vanished into the darkness. Another followed the first, more narrowly missing the Gypsy.
Auryn had already drawn his pistol; now he futzed the chargestone, and shot back. He knew that none of his people were in that direction, and even if he didn’t [...]
Welcome to Chapter 3
Peter finished a bite and swallowed some of the Sydalian cider the teamsters had brought out. “Yeah, OK, Jurgen. But here’s the thing. Seems as though we’re dealing with two separate threats here. Gnaeltongues don’t much go in for wine – they’re more for Erendani whiskey if anything. So we’re talking about [...]
“Master Chief, with all due respect.” Peter began.
“Sergeant, you know how things are. This isn’t any different than, say, the Amishkan run. They’ve got Factors on them, too. You know what is said and what is done are two different things.” Hornboot said.
“I ain’t taking kindly to the idea of following that little wick-nipper’s orders, [...]
This is where it all begins.
Auryn nodded, and declaimed in a strong, clear voice. “But the river is the least of the worries. There be the Gnaeltongues, and some say Mad Jack’s bandits, and worse. The River Road’s the only way North to Irontown, and they ain’t got any real goods since summer last, isn’t [...]
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The Bear’s Grove Bardic Circle
