Tag: Casselia
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Chapter Twenty-Five: Oaths and Empire
The Justicars—and by extension the City of the Veil—hold aloft a singular creed: justice as fairness. Through their sacred veil of ignorance, they claim to rise above mortal bias and behold the world as it ought to be. In that vision, power is not hoarded by lineage but surrendered to uplift the weak; when governance…
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Chapter Twenty: Unraveled Expectation
In youth, we hunger: for opportunity, for sustenance, for purpose. In life’s prime, we feed ourselves, crafting meaning where once it was given. True wisdom is marked by feeding others: mentoring, inspiring, cultivating greatness in those who come after.
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Chapter Seventeen: Fog and Fire
The body births potential, yet culture’s hand shapes its destiny. Flesh and sinew grant freedom, but the lattice of tradition binds with unseen chains. Where the flesh dares to stride, the laws of man retreat in wary hesitation. – Mairad the Veiled, from The Tome of Flesh and Fate Aslavain: Twenty Days After the Summer…
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Chapter Fourteen: Progress
Dragonflies kill their prey in the air, devouring it on the wing. They feast on creatures too small for the world to notice, yet nuisances to those who dwell within it. Mosquitoes, macaw, and moths fall to their swift grace, a pale imitation of the dragons of old who hunted drakes, direwolves, and demons. Though…
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Chapter Eleven: Oaths
The Sul Empire is shaped by twelve dominant schools of thought on justice, law, and social order. Each school enforces its own unique moral code. Officially, the empire claims these schools are equal in power, but in practice, four of them hold disproportionate influence: the Virtuists of the Bal clans, emphasizing proper action; the Consequentialists…
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Chapter Six: The Trial
At the break of dawn, as golden light spills over the plains, the bison stirs, muscles tensing as it senses the call to stay one step ahead of the hunter. Somewhere nearby, the wolf stretches and prowls, hunger sharpening its every move, knowing that without the chase, the day ends empty. Each morning, whether built…
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Interlude: A Triumvirate Reunited
Casselia awoke with a gasp, hacking up water as she broke the surface. Memories of her last death surged—stabbed by an [Assassin] sent by the [Procurator] again. The pain had been searing, a betrayal that burned deeply. Coughing violently, she struggled to her feet. How many times must I endure this? She scowled, already plotting…
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