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"You don't ask questions, alright. On the other hand you could be to here to kill me which... is something I just thought of, but if you were I think you'd've done it by now, pretty sure I'm right about thinking about it like that." The woman rested her head on her hand and scrutinised Shark...

Seeing off the two men like a bulldog, strong-jawed and scowling as they left, Tethys received a nod from the barman. Reading it as an invitation, she breezed past Shark and slapped her hand on the bar. With the order restored, people returned to their evening entertainments. The card table...

(I rolled a 14 on my d20: I will add a 2 to that since Archery is a major skill, but it is not practiced as much as sneak and one-handed, for a total of 16.) "I will wave down a courier next time I need a little letter delivered, don't worry. And with this man, what was his deal? Did he just...

"Alive? This about the war?" Why wouldn't it be about the war? Everything was about the war. Even streetlamps were about the war: plastered over with layer upon layer of jazz-band flyers, premiers, general store sales, paperboy leaflets and pieces of gum, the streetlamps sported new attire...

"You ain't getting my spanner," Tethys said, when the mustachioed man gestured behind himself. Clearly, he wasn't listening, so she let her eyes follow the thumb to its end point. The thumb led its gesture through the air towards the woman of the group. This was to be Tethys' overseer, her...

"There's some things best left in my head," Kumiko advised Saorat when she queried him on the lycanthropy business. But seeing as she dropped the subject so quickly, he was intrigued as to why. When he saw her packing her things, he wanted to help, but knew his paws would not be welcome. He had...

There was no music playing, but in Tethys' head there was. Inspired by a regular thumping of a man's shoe on the floor at a table beyond her, her brain conjured up a Duke Ellington piece. A rough, distorted memory, it played anyway, spinning slowly and occasionally hesitating while Tethys...

They call it the Pits. A joke, mostly. It's no more awful than the rest of the cities in the east. Especially these days. The world is being threatened by a new Axis, one we do not want it to turn on. So what do we do: we fight, we provide, we pray and we survive. It might be the Pits, but it's...

Saorat was going through what Kumiko could only term 'skin convulsions.' Others might call it 'shivering' but it was slightly too warm for her to be shivering. He glanced at her, but failed to read her expression, having not ever felt the emotions she was currently wading through. He looked at...

Kumiko had long since resigned himself as a Skyrim-dweller: he preferred the cold but beautiful landscapes of the land to the heat of Elsweyr. The travelling caravans of his brethren who spoke of warm sands and light skies were lost on him, though as they made their peace with the cold, Kumiko...

The camp was nothing beautiful, but it told Kumiko a multitude of things. Saorat had her isolation. Whether it was out of choice or necessity, Kumiko wasn't sure. It was true he was more disconnected from the Khajiit culture than he had been since his life in Skyrim had become a permanence in...

With the story his fellow Khajiit was telling, Kumiko was reminded of why he had felt so strongly for her as he had. It was the fire in her. Burning somewhere between her heart and liver, it heated the ire that threatened to dampen her fur and pull her down into an abyss. If such thing as a...

"No, I don't have potions to control lycanthropy. I don't have any sort of that. How exactly would you have me make that? The only way I can see is to isolate whatever it is the blood that triggers a transformation, and work backwards from there. So unless you have a sufferer of that curse who...