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"Yeah well," the man mumbled in response. "I wasn't born yesterday, you'll wear him down until he tells you the name." He smiled imagining them around Kwame like buzzing flies. "Give us the name Kwame! The name! Give us the name Kwame!" Despite her taunts he would avoid that mistake. "While...

"Why should Yua worry? I only have a couple years before my brain turns to mush, might as well help while I can!" He leaned on his cane and smiled as snakes swarmed the warband. The men danced like fools spinning and leaping from the biting mirages, spears twirling and slashing through thin air...

He contemplated the woman on their trip across town, a malaise gripped him and she lingered on his mind, a sense of dread for his place in the world. That more existed beyond the known universe, a gnashing maw of demons and devils with bile oozing from their mouths, eyes burning for everything...

They were accompanied by wondrous bugs bigger than birds, though perhaps wondrous wasn't the word they would use. Indeed they were gigantic and many bore long barbed stingers, venomous mandibles and colorful patterns — nature's way of saying please leave my lawn. They eyed the stomping apes who...

"Thanks ain't enough mate," Zak was almost incomprehensible over the roaring sea, her teeth bared as ice advanced in massive waves, white chunks punching through the deck like fists. He smacked one away as it flew towards his face, barely avoiding a lethal blow. "Oh wonderful," Zak grunted...

Huracan was piecing this together like a puzzle in his mind. They were snakes from a ship and crashed into a sight, but how did that make any sense? Was someone punched in the eye? Were they ships from a site that crashed into a snake? He must've lost something in the translation process — or...

He clicked his teeth hearing what Anya said, how naive to think Hannah wasn't already imprisoned, poked and prodded by well intentioned men heading to hell. He offered a sympathetic smile and slowly shook his head, meeting her eyes with sorrow in his own. "Oh, my dear Anya." His words dripped...

Mischa hardly needed courage in her pencil pushing workshop, and only once had she seen violence of any kind — a pirate attack where she hid and hoped for the best. Her life was peaceful besides that one isolated incident, so what the hell did she know about war? Her stupidity hit like lightning...

"Oh was it not satisfactory?" Bean stepped back and ushered Nihall forward, beckoning him with exaggerated waves. "Go on then, master o' master of sign creation, may your sign be the greatest sign of all signs. Kingly even! May it burn into the retinas of those who see!" He stared at the singer...

The witch wheezed and sputtered and laughed like an old creaking door, a gravelly sound from the black, rotten bottom of her throat, bubbling with hatred and bile. Her tongue slid from her mouth and traced her lips as she smiled, black toothed with viscous ichor. "I will relish when she withers...

He paced the floor as anger rose in his stomach, a wave of warmth at their incessant noise. Like gnats buzzing in his skull. They were relentless and he had a nagging suspicion, that even if he argued with them again and again and again, they would come back with a dozen counters. "Would I tell...

Bean stopped in the middle of the street. He looked up at the cavernous ceiling high above them; glowing mushrooms were like stars in the deep darkness. He took a long breath and for the first time in many, many days, he actually sounded bitter — sharpened with hatred for the bard. "I hate him...

Huracan had no idea what Spivey was screaming about, but he doubted this was a friendly greeting. He wasn't sure why the man was mad though — was Huracan supposed to have telepathic powers? To see the future and know who crossed his path? To stand and fight killers with his bare hands? His...

"Do not worry yourself." He guided them through the village where the prisoners lived, ragged tents covered in dust and grime, men and women in rags and sandals. They narrowed their eyes as the newcomers passed them by, whispers filled the mine and for a brief moment, the workers stopped what...

"Full of questions aren't we?" He showed his palms and bowed his head with respect, even though he despised their questions. He liked when people followed along without digging in his business, and his reasons were his and his alone. He suppressed the urge to scold Anya for prying where she...

Irina opened the door with the creaking of old hinges, revealing a basement with a short, claustrophobic ceiling. It was filled with blacksmiths and crafters and men studying maps, while some made posters and pamphlets. It was mayhem — pandemonium in a basement. There was barely any space...

Marigold strutted around like an actor on a stage, humming and hawing at their many questions. He flourished his hand and spun around to face the group, raising up his arms like a preacher. "It was horrific! Horrible! A haunting hex upon my heavy heart! I saw savagery so satanic it surely shant...

Isaac watched them with a slow-growing smile, laughing as they vanquished their enemies. He was so enamored he barely focused on his opponent, only looking when a warrior ran towards him, lunging forward with his spear. Isaac gasped and fell over landing on his back, raising up his hands in mock...

Kwame shrugged and looked between his companions, a faint smile playing on the corners of his mouth. He liked their aggressive approach to the knight. The prying and pushing for every scrap of information, leaving nothing to worry about later. It was contrary to his methods though. He was...

Mischa was overwhelmed by the chaos around her. Her eyes went from one crisis to another in rapid succession, showing the indecision inside her. There was no easy answer of what to do — she could chase the woman but then houses would burn down, but then again, ignoring the wounded was bad too...