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A Chapter by Isemay
Anykrocath, the place the goddess of song gathered her blessèd chosen. Or rather the place all with the gift of prophetic song were gathered. F..
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A Chapter by Isemay
Malav had been ready to kill her. The little thief had stolen his staff, that he hated it made no difference, it was his. She had no right. And then s..
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A Chapter by Isemay
Charyic’s arms ached from the unexpected jerk of catching herself on the staff, that her hands hadn’t slipped was a small mercy. It had fe..
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A Chapter by Isemay
Miryil was peeved. A Light Bringer sent like a common courier. She didn’t dare argue when the Holy Father issued the command, however. He had sa..
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A Chapter by Isemay
Malav had loathed the staff. Yet in the hours since its return, he hadn’t let it out of his hands. He saw now had been too hasty to judge its wo..
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A Chapter by Isemay
Ivhir was enjoying his time at Lallareth. Built on the stone cliff face carved by the churning river below, the small fortress towered over the Oryr r..
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A Chapter by Isemay
The Oryr Road began at the point the Anykon Road met the Oryr River, and not long after that the forest opened into fields and grassland and the river..
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A Chapter by Isemay
Miryil had decided she would take the more direct route to Gaelel the following morning. Whoever received her missive at Lallareth would bring the gir..
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A Chapter by Isemay
Two messengers had been sent ahead, to the generals under his command and to his father. Malav was not yet King, but when the gods had given him the w..
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A Chapter by Isemay
Esus watched her, watching him. He began to preen, and between glances, the tired girl’s eyes fell closed. She was wearing Miryil’s armor,..
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