Tag: Valentine
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Chapter Twenty-Three: Veils and Oaths
There are those, in idle moments, who ponder the nature of the Nygmar. Dwellers of the deep, neither beast nor kin, they stand apart from the true races of the empire. They lack the grace of the Silkborn, the resilience of humankind, the divinity of the Numen. Not even the greenskins, wicked and wily, would…
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Interlude: Aslavain
The snake in the jeweler’s box slithers no more. – Dion Proverb Aslavain: Seven Days After the Summer Solstice Emilia was jolted from sleep by a suffocating grip of fear, her skin slick with the remnants of a nightmare that clung to her like a shroud. Twisted specters writhed in the gloom of her subconscious,…
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