The Campaign "Where is your...other?" Amelia could not help the furrow of her brow, though in truth she was not altogether confused. "I do not understand." "You of our brethren--- and sisters, I suppose---" began General Heidi, gesturing towards her unnecessarily, "of the north. There is an oath you must take in regards to the …
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The Beginning of It All The guild had been easier to find than Amelia had expected. Given that she had never traveled to the south, Amelia decided to go against hunter travel norms and follow the road; she kept just a few paces from the broad, dirt path, wanting at least the cover of the …
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The Past General Kawthar spoke quietly, vehemently, his voice sinking into the once impenetrable walls of his fort. Malikai almost couldn’t differentiate when his words began and ended, though it could just as well have been her fatigue rather than the alien speech. “I can’t understand you,” Lawrence said airily. He was ignored; in fact, …
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The Past Aldhein Fort was the only place between their armies and the southern capitol that posed a significant resistance to His Majesty’s campaign and victory; indeed, a majority of the orders of movement to the southern brigades came stamped with the gold flecked seal of Aldhein’s war room. The general’s strategy had kept Lawrence …
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The Beginning of It All Seated above the blackened forest canopy was the bluish print of the moon, a half-inked medallion, its watery edges tainting the vast reaches of the sky. Grey smudges of clouds drew themselves shyly across the stars, blurring but a few while the rest shivered from above. Their twinkled shards floated …
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The Past Their soldiers had set up a tent for the knights just on the outskirts of the crumbling village. Malikai followed after Lawrence in the direction of their temporary quarters, keeping her head tilted towards the ground as she stepped over the remains of southern soldiers, abandoned swords and helmets. Not an unfamiliar sight, …
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The Past Malikai felt a spot of wetness on her cheek, which she wiped away unconsciously. When she pulled her hand back she saw that the tips of her fingers were smudged with blood. The battle had ended. A fire blazed nearby where the last of the southern brigade had fortified themselves inside a general …
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The Beginning of It All Amelia lifted her leg and struck the side of Jackson's foot with her boot, having found him exactly where she thought he'd be. The stable whistled with modest sound, as the horses snorted in their sleep despite the daylight, having long grown used to the schedule of their owners. Jackson …
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The Beginning of It All "Enter." As always, the air in the study was damp. She could feel it cling to her, a prickling coolness that settled darkly on her uniform and skin. It was a quiet enclosure, small. There was nothing more than an aged map, its leather curling at its sides, resting upon …
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Prelude "Behold, the saviors of our kingdom!" A thunder of applause ripped through the cerulean sky, banging against the gates of heaven as the men and women and children of Aryaedn crowded below the wooden platform, cheering and throwing flowers even as the kings' guards prodded them back. A small child, hair matted and dirty …
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