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How many years have I stood quietly in Eleusis, shuddering in my memories and not facing my fears? I lingered in the past, much like you did. Lost, broken, forgetting who and what I am. Blaming others for what I had become, when I should have been looking forward to what I could grow into.…
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It is Tuesday, the 23rd of December, and the following changes have been implemented: – Formicaries will now only have an upkeep cost if they are empowered.
Read MoreTwelve and Twelve
Twelve and twelve sit about a great fire in advancing night, their meeting one surrounded by the watching tribes. “The time is now,” Noyan Thoksikh roars, slapping a bowl of milk ferment against his thigh. “Noyan Tokhta issued the summons! He must take his title, lead us in war!” Noyan Tokhta only chuckles, taking a…
Read MoreConvocation
Three figures stand upon a hillock, their gaze overlooking a growing crowd below. Further out, new emissaries, new riders, join the expanding encampment. Each of the three is titled Noyan, each of mighty call among the tribes of the Daoric. “I must know. You have been silent, but I can be silent no more. Did…
Read MoreThe Last Will and Testament of Celaabi, the Tsol’aa Queen Mother
The trees are bright tonight, bright enough that the light slips beneath doors and into corners. From where I sit, I can hear the celebration as a living thing: the scrape of chairs on wood, a burst of singing that cannot find its tune, the clatter of cups, the sudden roar of laughter when someone…
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It is Tuesday, the 16th of December, and the following changes have been implemented:
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It is Sunday, the 14th of December, and the following changes have been implemented:
Read MoreShimite
The Tsol’aa known affectionally among his peers as Embertail reclined in his chair, fingers pressing the bridge of his nose while the parchment rested open upon his lap. Ink smeared the page in a hurried crawl, Ponder’s hand racing ahead of sense. The missive spoke of Ashtan, where citizens laboured through sleepless days to retrieve…
Read MoreCaptivity
A slow pulse rolls through the walls again. The latticed surface wrinkles under the infinity of my touch and pulls away before settling into place. The cage remembers every strike I ever made against it, and it enjoys the memory. I hear the mocking laughter of He in the vibrations. A seam opens near my…
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