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A long moment passed. Roul could feel the thudding of his heart against his chest, quickening. He could hear the steady rhythm of hers, could feel the tips of her fingers pressing into his arm. She did not curse his name. She did not wish him death. No, she spoke his name tenderly, touched him...

"Hm. Nznzap. That doesn't make any sense. That's- oh..." Roul turned the letter rightside up sheepishly. "Bazuzu. Right." Clearing his throat, Roul strode on until they came to the street where the whores plied their trade. Scowling ferociously at the women and men who tried to gain his...

He uttered a curse, snatching his hand and glancing down to see droplets of scarlet bubble up from the toothmarks. He looked up and was met with her red grin. The mercenary did not back away, but he did pause, chest rising and falling with the heavy breaths of his anger, it swirled about his...

Magic whispered on the sea with the setting sun. Around the black sailed galley, a fog bank sprung up to cover the approach. As alarm bells rang, the rows swept forward until it reached close enough to the docks. Figures went pouring over the sides. Among them, Roul. He clutched a short sword...

"On command. Sometimes." The shard of the Eye he stole had not granted him omniscience, nor unholy powers. But it had unlocked some inner truth, some barrier of the mind between himself and his lupine passenger. If he focused hard enough, he could summon the beast within, but it was not...

A disheveled, raven haired woman in shackles stood upon the wooden timbers of the scaffold. Keres? In disbelief, Roul saw Iskra turn away, saying something about a healer, her own needs first. Did she not recognize Keres? Suddenly, Nicomo caused a commotion, screaming for a sword. Upon the...

She swatted away his hands and tendrils of inky darkness curled from her dress, up his legs, and around his wrists - as ethereal as mist and yet he could feel the cruel coldness of their presence - a promise of what they could do should they be commanded. He hated the way his anger provoked...

"Yeah," rasped Roul, reaching out and seizing the goblin by the back of his shirt. He started pulling the little guy toward the snake, who opened up a maw that horrifically grew larger and larger and larger. "Shit, oh shit, oh fuck, oh my god," screamed the goblin, "stop please - I'll tell yuz...

"Sure, why not," Roul rasped with a shrug, lifting his mug. "To the Black Bay." He took a sip and leaned back in his chair, seemingly at ease. "So, where you two from?"

"No," Roul replied quickly. "You're... No." He saw the fear in those obsidian eyes, beautiful but sharp enough to cut him to the quick, and it seemed a confirmation of his own worries and doubts. His own self-loathing. "The monster is not the wolf. I am. I have always been. The gold in...

Taller and taller the sails loomed against the sky, the setting sun behind painting them in blood hues - the last fingers afore twilight. Figures like ants scurried about the deck. Nigh on a hundred oars swept the water. And from this distance, the shape emblazoned on the sable flag atop...

Roul’s nose twitched and he glanced at Iskra, just for a moment he’d smelled… fear. Hmm. “Yeah.” The mercenary looked at the building. He didn’t particularly want to go inside. With one fist he banged against the door as hard as he could. “Come out,” he bellowed. A moment, some sounds...

Black sails peeked over the horizon, emerging against the setting sun. They fluttered in the wind. Beneath them, galley oars churned the ocean. Judgment came on the tide.

Oh. The door hadn’t even been locked. Annoyed, Roul jerked the handle and threw open the heavy oak. The door slammed against the stone behind it. He stormed inside, a brewing thunderhead of crackling, ill-tempered wroth. His own heartbeat sounded in his ears and he could hear a loud...

“Hm.” She’d certainly grown a tongue since that little caravanserai in Amol-Kalit. Roul knew he went through life like a bull, solving problems directly and usually with excessive force. When you train your whole life to commit violence, finding any other profession or method seems temporary...