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“Apfelkuchen.” “Apfe’kuche’…” Leo wrote the word down, and pressed the button to translate. He stared at the tablet, trying to make sense of the gibberish on the screen. “Here.” He thrust the tablet at Jeisa, who stared at the glyphs in confusion. “This… doesn’t say anything,” the tiger said. “It’s just… it’s gibberish.” Growling, Leo yanked the tablet back, hammering out as close a translation as he could. Thank fuck he actually knew German — though this person sounded like they might b
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In the shadow of the goliath known as the Irespan, a clock tower sagged. A feat of modern engineering and magic, the limestone tower stretched sixty metres into the air, scraping the underbelly of the Irespan far above. Coradiel’s neck strained as he tilted his head back. He’d known about the tower for years — everyone knew about Magnimar’s failed attempt to bring some sort of civilisation to the darkness of Underbridge. But to see it with his own eyes in all its leaning, faded glory… Coradiel
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It is (un)surprising how often that seems to be the answer to Lidikrys in general.
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“Jeisa.” The tiger shot out of bed. Bleary eyes took in a white rat. Beady eyes stared back coldly. “Commodore.” Jeisa threw a hasty salute, one the Lidikrys didn’t bother to return. “I have been informed that you locked up your bonded not an hour ago. Far be it from me to question what kinds of games a tiger might play with their partner,” Matyáš said. “But something tells me you’re not playing. So I wonder. Why is your bonded in the brig? Perhaps you are regretting your hasty decision? I
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Sleep was a strange thing. To Coradiel, watching someone else sleep was a stranger occurrence. Particularly when the subject was an amurrun who was afraid of closing his eyes. His house was secure against invasion. Arlo could rest easy here for a little longer before they had to move. Coradiel had already prepared for their exodus. A bag of necessities sat beside the front door, and Diane and Jack waited to be saddled for the day. And still he let Arlo sleep. The amurrun was beautiful, l
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He didn’t care what the tiger said. Leo was a slave, just as much as the humans trapped in the cages. But he was in a position of privilege somehow. He’d do whatever he could to keep this position, but Leo’s first responsibility was to those people locked up in the brig. With that in mind, Leo paid close attention as they walked through the corridors of the starship. He still wasn’t sure they actually were in space, but everything he’d seen… well, there wasn’t anything on Earth like what he’d
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Still, to have your wizard out-rogue the rogue...
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“It’s boarded up?” Arlo stared at the townhouse in the waning afternoon light. Trees rustled in a light breeze, shaking leaves onto a flagstone path that led around the back of the building. More concerningly, boards covered every window, blocking out any view within. “I didn’t tell anyone Foxglove was dead. Did you?” Arlo asked, glancing at Coradiel. “No,” the paladin said, fiddling with a set of keys. “I got these off his body though-” “When did you do that?” “I had plenty of time
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“What are you?” Oh great. He’d found the speech function. Jeisa sighed, his eyes creaking open. Had he moved too much in his sleep? Or was the human that rude that he’d wake Jeisa up after — he looked blearily at his tablet — SIX HOURS?! Jeisa shot out of bed. He was late, he was so very late. Why hadn’t his alarm gone off? Probably because it was in neat pieces, with a tiny screwdriver beside it. Leo must have gotten curious about how the base worked. Like a blasted kit. Fine, he got it.
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Night of the Living Dead
Yeoldebard commented on Yeoldebard's story chapter in Night of the Living Dead
I couldn't come up with a name for Coradiel's horse, so I just went with my gut -
Coradiel swirled a glass flute, watching crisp white wine lap against the sides. Delicate bubbles ran down the glass in a mesmerising pattern, echoing the effervescent dance playing across his tongue. “That is most fascinating, Lord Scarnetti,” he said politely to a blonde man. Titus Scarnetti’s slightly wrinkled face and woollen scarf around his neck spoke of a noble who was getting on in age — Coradiel had seen more than his share of nobles waste away into fragile, ever-chilly caricatures of
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Leo’s eye cracked open. He could have sworn he heard the hissing door. Was it open? Was he free of- “You took your shirt off. You can’t leave the room if you aren’t at least somewhat dressed.” He rolled over groggily, eyes blinking. Heavy fog was swiped off with a hand, and Leo yawned. Strange… he didn’t feel dead. And Jeisa didn’t act dead. One plus one probably equaled two… though he wasn’t even sure about that any more. Still, Leo was going to operate on the assumption that he was still
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Pick your poison: A night hiding from ghouls or a night hiding from overzealous matriarchs who think you're marriage material
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A body slid down Coradiel’s back. It slumped to the floor with a breathy groan. The arms holding him slipped, relaxed, fell away. Fingers trembled. And a piece of bloody wood clattered to the ground. Hands scrabbled for his throat, smearing red across bare, unmarred skin. Coradiel collapsed against the desk, sobs wracking his body. He hadn’t killed Arlo. It was just a vision. Just the house trying to hurt him. And it was succeeding. The house had beaten him, and he hadn’t even reached Alde
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It's unfortunate that when you kidnap someone from their home, they're not usually inclined to be cooperative.
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It was a long walk from the senior officers’ quarters to the brig. Jeisa fiddled with a pad by the door, punching in a code only four people knew on the ship. This time, he ignored Leo’s inquisitive stare, making sure to shield the pad with his body. The human snorted as Jeisa jumped off the stool by the lock. The door hissed open, and Jeisa motioned him into the chamber beyond. If the rest of the ship was dark, the brig was flat out depressing. Red lights kept the dark at bay, barely, and t
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Coradiel’s eyes opened. For a moment, everything was okay. Songbirds chirped cheerfully outside his room. Warm and cosy under the covers, Arlo snored beside him… except Arlo didn’t snore. Emptiness dropped into him. Every effort to move was met with a minotaur on his chest. Beside him, Kaesi slept peacefully, her mind untroubled by the atrocity their companions had committed. He needed to get up. He needed to find a place to say his prayers. But what was the point? Lead weighed him down, an
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No, the loss of Leo's tongue happened years before this. Jeisa might be a slaver, but he doesn't mutilate people.
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We can only hope. One thing's for sure, this author enjoys breaking characters a little too much.
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The captives slept peacefully within Ngarin’s medical pods, cushioned by a gel that would heal most wounds. Jeisa had already been alerted to a major problem — one of the humans was missing their tongue. There was no chance of repairing the damage either; the Tiger’s Maw did not have the capability to clone what was left of the tongue as a prosthetic. Besides, such a process would take time they didn’t have. The male was damaged goods; it would be a miracle to successfully sell him, even to a Fa
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Oi! Quit using logic to predict the story!
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When there's a Lidikrys around, you know it's going to be trouble.
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“I’m telling you, it’s Foxglove!” Arlo leaned forward in his seat, nearly spilling his mug of whisky. Across the table, Kaesi stared back impassively, a mug of cider half as big as her head sitting before her. The mug was nearly empty — a fact that amazed Arlo almost as much as her blatant ignorance of the true threat to the town. “Okay, fine. Let’s say it’s Foxglove,” Kaesi said quietly, glancing around. The tavern was busy tonight. Everyone seemed to be out, sharing gossip about the murder
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Artillery struck outside. Screaming metal, explosive roars — Leo bolted out of his bed, rolling under the wooden frame. His heart echoed the thunder outside, thunder that retreated rapidly before dying out. There was no explosion — a premature shell? Leo tensed, waiting for the bang that would destroy his home- His home… he was home, not in the trenches. What the fuck was that sound then?! Cautiously, he crawled out from under his bed. Leo grabbed the baseball bat tucked away in his clos
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Unfortunately, this is a case where Chapter 1 has somehow posted before the Prologue. Hopefully when that posts, everything will be much clearer.
