La vela se extingue y la oscuridad envuelve a Micael. Desesperado, busca salir a la superficie. Sus manos están adoloridas, por el antebrazo siente pequeñas gotas cayendo, mas no sabe si es la humedad de la pared que se le ha pegado al cuerpo o su propia sangre.
Continúa avanzando, cada vez más despacio. La fría inmundicia del agua vulnera los tobillos y hace que se tambalee a cada paso. Se ha acostumbrado al olor de las cloacas.
Micael se detiene un instante para escuchar si lo siguen, pero sus oídos solo detectan el rumor del agua a sus pies y el eco de su respiración. Quizás aún no lo han des
Ysillith grumbled to herself. The town had seemed so well laid out looking at it from out in the hills. Once inside and the newly bought horse had been stabled, she'd found dozens of smaller buildings and edifices crammed into the space between the older, larger structures. Creating a maze of alleys, switchbacks and plazas. The entryway and road leading into the town; where the inn that her horse had been stabled was located; had been nice and straight, wide and open. To her minds eye it screamed 'Killing Box'. She'd over heard about the altercation between some blow in dueler and the Lich's Pistol Wraith, her hands itched for her swords at t
surrounded by a great nothingness, the smell of incense and alcohol making me dizzy. Whenever I moan something fresh is brought against my face and then the pain is gone. I can hear voices in the darkness; I search for them to no avail. I can hear something else too, something I easily recognize: the musical sound of silver against silver in the eternal abadarite dance of money changing hands.
"I am sorry, this is not enough".
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The darkness was full of clanking sounds and dry heat. That wasn't what disturbed Natalia. She was used to such sounds, having grow up in the forge. What disturbed her was a certain noise of silver against iron
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The girl's eyes wandered in half circles, following lazily the dance in front of her. The bees themselves moved slowly, but with the natural grace of two sisters... or two lovers.
Her goddess symbol was the wasp and surely her grandmother, high priestess of Calistria, elven goddess of lust, trickery and vengeance, would chastise her if she found Jiriel contemplating these lesser creatures... still, there was something in the dance that mesmerized her.
Was it the dance or was something else?
Unable to look away the though came half invited, half forced by her own passions, her cheeks burning red as she thought of her, Jezebelle.
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Ash giggled and covered her hair with her hands as her mother flicked water at her over the freshly washed vegetables. As she stumbled back against the wall with a delighted squeal there was a loud crash outside. A look of worry crossed her mothers face. Love? Are you all right? She wiped her hands in her apron as she stepped toward the curtain that hung over the back door of their small home.
No! Dont come out! her father yelled from behind the house. Take Ash and run toward the old human town! Ash heard fear in her fathers voice and saw a look of panic on her mothers face
The group was camping outside an oasis, 3 days north of Katheer. It was not uncommon to see a caravan of merchants or soldiers staying there for the night, the uncommon sight was the leader, a gorgeous osirian lady of noble blood and olive skin, her amber eyes searching with interest both the strange dunes and the different star sky, while her ears listened with intend to the quadiran storyteller.
Lady Persephone Jepri, noble lady of Sothis and osirionologist. She was far from home searching for an ancient osirian relic, stolen during the times when Quadira had its yoke over her country but lost a few centuries ago when the sheik Avenar