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Ildikó flipped the battered business card up between them, the worn address on the back still retaining that subtle ballpoint gleam. "I need a job done and I need someone with zero dignity to do it." She had been rehearsing her story on the way over, trying to boil the events down into the...

Everything was happening all at once. There was a keen ringing in the air, the kind of piercing mosquito whine only dying electronics made. Heat, flickering light. Cracks. Sizzling pops. And a smothering hiss, sibilant and ominous, overlaid everything. A gas leak? It took more effort for Ildikó...

It was a relatively peaceful night, as they came. The evil sort of battle that had been inflicted on Jadis was rare, in truth, and Surima rarely had to claw someone back to the world of the living like that. Today's fare was far more common - stab wounds, concussions, and the occasional broken...

When Tern left, her apology for a crime she didn't fully understand dying on her lips, Surima didn't turn. Her back was an icy, bloodstained wall. If one murdered another because they were ignorant that it was a bad thing to do, did that make it any more excusable? Still, the healer knew she...

"I did, for his own sake. Whatever he saw when you cursed him, it was kinder to put him to sleep than let him dwell. At least for a little while." Picking up the stone, Surima held it up between them. It looked quite unremarkable, just a pebble, but to the healer's eye it's edges blurred and...

Surima's lip curled in disgust. Tern was acting as though she didn't even know what she had done. The idea...god, it was hard to tell whether ignorance or intent was worse. Crossing her arms, Surima closed her eyes in momentary supplication to her gods. If it fell to her to be an educator, well...

Surima watched the fight with a sort of tired half-interest. The newcomer with the claws was interesting. He clearly didn't want to be here, whatever his capabilities. It looked like a pretty sure win for him, and Surima sighed at the thought of having to patch Tern back up after he cut her into...

The first couple of brawls were just some human scrapping. Surima watched, intensely disinterested, from her usual position up top. Mati was letting the more boring fights run to warm the crowd. It was still too early for anyone to be drunk enough to lay out big, juicy bets, and none of the rich...

Surima crossed her arms, frowning. "I am. I don't like watching new blood get mulched in an unfair match. Plus, it's like as not ends up a waste of my work." It was an open secret that Surima didn't particularly like the fights. She treated it the way the cabin boy might treat a fantastic...

Surima slept through the night without so much as a twitch. She simply rolled onto her stomach, hands folded under her like a cat, and passed out instantly. The scuffles, murmurs, and occasional quickly smothered shout or bark of laughter did nothing to disturb the healer's rest. Most everyone...

Surima Intro Ternazol Intro Meeting Each Other Getting Acclimated

Kylah breezed through the rest of her day in a fugue. Perhaps it was her cold aloofness, perhaps it was the clear preoccupation with bigger matters, but everything seemed to take no time at all. Preparations for Fet-i-Bani were completed in record time, and none of the chefs even gave her...

Kylah watched Bryn, the hurt on his face, and found herself suffused with relief. She had...well. She was not the innocent flower she had once been. It was not the first time Kylah had spoken to an assassin, and they had always had such...empty eyes. The best of them, they were like butchers. It...

((It's fine, it happens. I get really busy with school myself.)) Kylah did not even flinch when Bryn snatched his hand away as though burned, though his words brought a bit of color to her cheeks. "You jest. 'My opinion of you now'? 'Undying loyalty'? Bryn, the last time we saw each other...

Kylah squeezed her eyes shut, leaning her head against the back of the chair. The minute she had felt the concealed weapon, she had known, but having it said out loud somehow made the tragedy so much more real. Bryn's hands felt so hot against her cold fingers, solid and real. To see him so...

Hot tears pricked Kylah's eyes, though she blinked them away with the ease of long practice. "Never let them see you bleed" was a lesson she had taken in at her mothers breast. Even more than a king, a queen was always scrutinized for chinks in her armor that could provide a place to gain...

Kylah nodded absently as the servant introduced Lord Tulles' man. The door clicked shut, and there was a moment of silence but for the scratching of pen on paper. Kylah pressed the cool dampness of the goblet to her forehead, sighing. Four barrels, two barrels, seven casks....yes, all should be...

When the sky began to streak pink with the first hints of dawn, Kylah had still not slept. Vague bruises marred the skin under her eyes, but it was no matter. Slipping out of bed and onto the thickly carpeted floor, the young queen padded to the bathroom. The tub was already full of hot water...

Kylah dy Casmera The windows rattled loudly in their frames, their clattering mingling with the hiss of sand blowing against the castle walls. How Kylah hated the dryness, the incessant heat, the monotony of the landscape. Urda was a beautiful place, she had to admit, but it was the sort of...