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Honolulu March

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Honolulu March

“Boss, can I be frank with you?” Reya questioned, scanning the bleeding orange horizon with a squint, both due to the intensity of the fading light, and her own natural suspicions. Her chilly gaze moved further down from the sun, sinking itself into the ocean as it did every night, and to the beach itself, where her companions ran like children in a game of volleyball, each trying more desperately than the last to outshine the others. That level of energy within their competition would have been suitable for an actual tournament, but as far as she could tell, most of them were as knowledgeable on the game as she was; which was to

Wanted, Preferably Alive

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Wanted, Preferably Alive

If there was one thing that Linda dreaded when it came to her line of work, it was a lack of choice. Being the wanderer she was, freedom was never a luxury, more of a constant. Like the sky above, and the branding's that scarred her body, it was always there, ignored until it was threatened. Such was the case with her current job, a supposedly simple hunt for a bounty. The difficulty, and constraint of the particular job came from the fact that the lawmen insisted on a trial. And as easier as it would be to just bring a corpse to said trial, they wanted to at least give the notion of a fair trial, despite the presiding Judge being in the pock

Silver Reflection

S

Silver Reflection

Mist fell upon the lakes of mercury, and she retreated as she always did whenever those thin clouds snaked and slithered into the large billows she feared so. Risking more than a moment in those grey gaseous blankets was essentially suicide; the fogs brought her to the realm of metallic silver islands and quicksilver seas all those years ago, and she knew quite well that they could evict her from her makeshift home if she allowed them the chance. Jumping headfirst into the unnatural waters, the young woman floundered and bobbed in her flight from the insidious haze, paddling sloppily while keeping a single ash colored eye locked on the object

And I have to choose

A

And I have to choose

Once more, Savalence's grass green eyes peered back into reality much earlier than he intended them to. The depth of the darkness, unbroken by even the slightest bit of star or moonlight suggested it was somewhere near three, perhaps four, as winters influence over night melted the time together. There was probably some long winded, technical, and all together dull explanation that the scientists and mages could provide for just why that happened, but he had no need for it. The amount of dusk coated escapes he had pulled in the past had honed his inner clock to perfection. He knew that the right hour to slink out of bed depended heavily on th

When It Comes To It

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When It Comes To It

"What in Oblivion were you thinking?" These words were all too familiar for the Argonian. From gang to gang, clan to clan, she was guaranteed to hear the phrase at one point or another. From her homeland of Black Marsh to the frigid tundra of Skyrim, someone always said it. And usually, when those words were uttered, her time with that group of bandits was coming to a close. The mistakes varied from place to place, but she knew that even though it happened far too many times for her to care about counting, all her punishments were for one reason, and one alone. Greed, the one thing that linked cut-throats with their favored prey of merchants

Servant, Not Slave

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Servant, Not Slave

Plonte was afraid. This was a rather common feeling for her. She had grown used to that gnawing sense of paranoia in the back of her mind. It was almost comfortable, since the Su’el had predicted all the possible negative outcomes produced by her current master. But all that collected data was soon to be invalidated by a change in owners. There was the potential to be put into the ownership of someone less likely to yell and curse at the slightest mistake, but there was much more of a chance to be given to someone worse. The exchange was set in some far off realm, hidden from the prying eyes of the Celestial Bureaucracy. Government offi

Switching Shadows

S

Switching Shadows

Devotion was a concept that did not easily come Savalence. Often did he muse over the thought of giving one's self to a concept, and just as often was he confused by that sacrifice. The closest comparison in his certainly-not-self-centered mind was addiction. Just as he pursued alcohol, so did they chase after a feeling of gratification, either from their liege, or from within.  Why go to all that trouble, when a bottle of spirits could provide that and so much more? Granted, whatever the devoted did was unlikely to leave them with such intense headaches as he after a few glasses of strong (but fine) wine, but it was a much easier hunger to f

Ain't Misbehavin'

A

Ain't Misbehavin'

Vierna considered herself a clever woman. If she wasn't, she'd be dead with a knife in her back by now. While Slaver bands had a sense of comradery unheard of in Drow society, one could not change the fatal flaw of these groups: they were made up of Drow. Freedom-crushers were often killed over a particularly rare or noteworthy slave, either to ensure that the other merchant could profit off them, or keep the new thrall for themselves. These murders were usually done with less malice than usual, as the life of a slaver left little time for the usual torture and breaking of victims. Surface back-stabbings were usually literal, and always kinde

Deer Hunt

D

Deer Hunt

City weather was shit. The most absolute shit. If it wasn't snowing, it was raining. When was the last time the sun actually shone? It was hard to remember considering how it hardly ever showed up. Instead of getting that big fire in the sky, Yavna had to deal with angel tears, and......whatever snow was in those old stories her grandma told her. Angelic dandruff? Something like that. Either way, the winged ones were assholes for crying so damn much. All it did was make more rain. If she could just wrap her hands around one of their pretty little necks, the ill tempered woman would give them something to cry about. That thought brought her so

Laws of Landscape

L

Laws of Landscape

The art of body-guarding is not one with middle grounds. One must keep a constant vigil on the employer, but the strength of that watch depends on two main variables: Payment, and how significant the boss was. The former factor is usually unimportant, as a guards pockets are often heavy enough to crush any thought of slacking off. But the latter is sadly unchangeable. A basic rule in the business is that the more important the target, the more attentive the defender. Shame would be on the man who fails to fulfill his duties, ruining his reputation, and create the question of just where his next meal will come from. Sadness deeper than the los
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Honolulu March

H

Honolulu March

“Boss, can I be frank with you?” Reya questioned, scanning the bleeding orange horizon with a squint, both due to the intensity of the fading light, and her own natural suspicions. Her chilly gaze moved further down from the sun, sinking itself into the ocean as it did every night, and to the beach itself, where her companions ran like children in a game of volleyball, each trying more desperately than the last to outshine the others. That level of energy within their competition would have been suitable for an actual tournament, but as far as she could tell, most of them were as knowledgeable on the game as she was; which was to

Wanted, Preferably Alive

W

Wanted, Preferably Alive

If there was one thing that Linda dreaded when it came to her line of work, it was a lack of choice. Being the wanderer she was, freedom was never a luxury, more of a constant. Like the sky above, and the branding's that scarred her body, it was always there, ignored until it was threatened. Such was the case with her current job, a supposedly simple hunt for a bounty. The difficulty, and constraint of the particular job came from the fact that the lawmen insisted on a trial. And as easier as it would be to just bring a corpse to said trial, they wanted to at least give the notion of a fair trial, despite the presiding Judge being in the pock

Silver Reflection

S

Silver Reflection

Mist fell upon the lakes of mercury, and she retreated as she always did whenever those thin clouds snaked and slithered into the large billows she feared so. Risking more than a moment in those grey gaseous blankets was essentially suicide; the fogs brought her to the realm of metallic silver islands and quicksilver seas all those years ago, and she knew quite well that they could evict her from her makeshift home if she allowed them the chance. Jumping headfirst into the unnatural waters, the young woman floundered and bobbed in her flight from the insidious haze, paddling sloppily while keeping a single ash colored eye locked on the object

And I have to choose

A

And I have to choose

Once more, Savalence's grass green eyes peered back into reality much earlier than he intended them to. The depth of the darkness, unbroken by even the slightest bit of star or moonlight suggested it was somewhere near three, perhaps four, as winters influence over night melted the time together. There was probably some long winded, technical, and all together dull explanation that the scientists and mages could provide for just why that happened, but he had no need for it. The amount of dusk coated escapes he had pulled in the past had honed his inner clock to perfection. He knew that the right hour to slink out of bed depended heavily on th

When It Comes To It

W

When It Comes To It

"What in Oblivion were you thinking?" These words were all too familiar for the Argonian. From gang to gang, clan to clan, she was guaranteed to hear the phrase at one point or another. From her homeland of Black Marsh to the frigid tundra of Skyrim, someone always said it. And usually, when those words were uttered, her time with that group of bandits was coming to a close. The mistakes varied from place to place, but she knew that even though it happened far too many times for her to care about counting, all her punishments were for one reason, and one alone. Greed, the one thing that linked cut-throats with their favored prey of merchants

Servant, Not Slave

S

Servant, Not Slave

Plonte was afraid. This was a rather common feeling for her. She had grown used to that gnawing sense of paranoia in the back of her mind. It was almost comfortable, since the Su’el had predicted all the possible negative outcomes produced by her current master. But all that collected data was soon to be invalidated by a change in owners. There was the potential to be put into the ownership of someone less likely to yell and curse at the slightest mistake, but there was much more of a chance to be given to someone worse. The exchange was set in some far off realm, hidden from the prying eyes of the Celestial Bureaucracy. Government offi

Switching Shadows

S

Switching Shadows

Devotion was a concept that did not easily come Savalence. Often did he muse over the thought of giving one's self to a concept, and just as often was he confused by that sacrifice. The closest comparison in his certainly-not-self-centered mind was addiction. Just as he pursued alcohol, so did they chase after a feeling of gratification, either from their liege, or from within.  Why go to all that trouble, when a bottle of spirits could provide that and so much more? Granted, whatever the devoted did was unlikely to leave them with such intense headaches as he after a few glasses of strong (but fine) wine, but it was a much easier hunger to f

Ain't Misbehavin'

A

Ain't Misbehavin'

Vierna considered herself a clever woman. If she wasn't, she'd be dead with a knife in her back by now. While Slaver bands had a sense of comradery unheard of in Drow society, one could not change the fatal flaw of these groups: they were made up of Drow. Freedom-crushers were often killed over a particularly rare or noteworthy slave, either to ensure that the other merchant could profit off them, or keep the new thrall for themselves. These murders were usually done with less malice than usual, as the life of a slaver left little time for the usual torture and breaking of victims. Surface back-stabbings were usually literal, and always kinde

Deer Hunt

D

Deer Hunt

City weather was shit. The most absolute shit. If it wasn't snowing, it was raining. When was the last time the sun actually shone? It was hard to remember considering how it hardly ever showed up. Instead of getting that big fire in the sky, Yavna had to deal with angel tears, and......whatever snow was in those old stories her grandma told her. Angelic dandruff? Something like that. Either way, the winged ones were assholes for crying so damn much. All it did was make more rain. If she could just wrap her hands around one of their pretty little necks, the ill tempered woman would give them something to cry about. That thought brought her so

Laws of Landscape

L

Laws of Landscape

The art of body-guarding is not one with middle grounds. One must keep a constant vigil on the employer, but the strength of that watch depends on two main variables: Payment, and how significant the boss was. The former factor is usually unimportant, as a guards pockets are often heavy enough to crush any thought of slacking off. But the latter is sadly unchangeable. A basic rule in the business is that the more important the target, the more attentive the defender. Shame would be on the man who fails to fulfill his duties, ruining his reputation, and create the question of just where his next meal will come from. Sadness deeper than the los
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