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![]() ![]() In the Event of My Untimely DemiseIn the Event of My Untimely Demiseby Robin D. Laws ... Chapter Four: ReckoningNeed I remind you? Naphrax asked his prisoner. ... Tears further wet Gaval's bloodied cheeks. Of what? ... Of what we know. ... You're wrong. ... Jordyar jabbed the poker in Gaval's face. You've replaced Aruhal in his comely wife's bed, haven't you? ... Gaval held his chin up. I love Seriza, and Seriza loves me. That doesn't mean I've heard of this treasure. ... She spoke nothing of it? Naphrax snorted. ... Outrage...
Tags: Mike Capprotti Pathfinder Tales Robin D. Laws Web Fiction ![]() In the Event of My Untimely DemiseIn the Event of My Untimely Demiseby Robin D. Laws ... Chapter Three: Old ComradesThe trim, white-haired man responded with seasoned stillness to Luma's knee and sickle. His foreign-accented voice purred soothingly, with a hint of disarming irony. Who am I and why I am I following you? I might equally ask whose blade caresses my jugular. ... Depending on your answer, Luma replied, I might tell you. She glanced at the alleyway's mouth. The street it jutted onto was not such a quiet one. This...
Tags: Mike Capprotti Pathfinder Tales Robin D. Laws Web Fiction ![]() In the Event of My Untimely DemiseIn the Event of My Untimely Demiseby Robin D. Laws ... Chapter Two: TreasureWhere is what? Luma asked, withdrawing her hand from her trickbag. If it came to a fight, she could reach out to Magnimar's spires and towers, gather their memories of the lightning that struck them with every thunderstorm, and from this summon a bolt of energy to strike the dwarf down. Unlike some of her other magics, it required no props, just concentration, a gesture, and a few words of entreaty to the city. But...
Tags: Mike Capprotti Pathfinder Tales Robin D. Laws Web Fiction ![]() The Seventh Execution—Chapter Three: The Fettered FreedThe Seventh Executionby Amber E. Scott ... Chapter Three: The Fettered FreedThe moon was a yellow bruise in the sky as I hurried through the streets of Edme. Sweat poured off me as if I raced through a furnace. I ran without seeing, navigating the streets by long practice. I felt I had left part of myself back at home, as if I had lost a limb. ... I stopped, panting, when the cobbled road spilled into a flagstone-plated quadrangle. Prickly weeds, trampled flat by the mobs that congregated...
Tags: Amber E. Scott Mike Capprotti Pathfinder Tales The Seventh Execution ![]() The Seventh Execution—Chapter Two: The Faithful FalseThe Seventh Executionby Amber E. Scott ... Chapter Two: The Faithful FalseWe retreated into a network of side streets where we could escape if necessary and where we'd easily hear anyone approaching. The night was cool enough to frost our breath. The smell of refuse lingered beneath the familiar city smells of dirt, sweat, horse dung, and boiled potatoes. ... When I thought us safe, I turned and held up a hand. “Speak quickly.” ... “First let's make certain I have the right person. You are...
Tags: Amber E. Scott Mike Capprotti Pathfinder Tales The Seventh Execution ![]() The Seventh Execution—Chapter One: The Watcher WatchedThe Seventh Executionby Amber E. Scott ... Chapter One: The Watcher WatchedHer or me. It was her or me. ... After the execution, after too many sleepless nights, afraid to face the waiting nightmares, I had to put the matter behind me. ... It was her or me, I declared, then made myself believe it. If I stopped, though, if I ceased whispering my mantra under my breath when I was alone, if I left off repeating it in my mind until I nodded off at night, the horror of the day returned. It seeped...
Tags: Amber E. Scott Halflings Mike Capprotti Pathfinder Tales The Seventh Execution ![]() A Passage to Absalom—Chapter Two: Dry SherryA Passage to AbsalomBy Dave Gross ... Click here to read this story from the beginning. ... Chapter Two: Dry SherryPlease, Captain, you must see it from my perspective. ... Captain Qoloth brayed so vigorously that the top of his close-shorn head bumped the ceiling. The Katapeshi stood several inches taller than I and doubtless carried thrice my weight on his broad frame. His prominent jaws and bristly whiskers suggested a parent among that nation's hyenafolk, though my studies at the Acadamae...
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