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Saturday, October 25

Heart's Blood, Fire's Vengeance: Prologue

The sun had set over the horizon and the night crept slowly over the east. Garan met them at the Dark Gathering, a tavern just outside Nishanpur.

Though still enveloped in the eerie quiet that permeated the air, there was a surprisingly light atmosphere about the inn. Speakers and musicians entertained with audience witch exciting stories, moving songs, and breathtaking poetry…all no louder than a whisper.

“I need you to deliver a Sarishan blade,” said Garan.

“That’s it?” asked Kham, incredulous. “That’s your big plan for an army?”

“You will have to do dis ting vithout questions,” said Garan. “You vill have to trust me.”

“When does it need to be delivered?” asked Sebastian.

“Tomorrow. At dusk, near de Merchant’s Square. Someone vill identify himself as a servant of Sarish. Give him de blade.”

“If this blade is as important as you think it is, “Vlad leaned forward, “then the Order of the Secret Flame will be looking for it.”

“Your confidence is undervhelming.”

“Yeah, well, we didn’t exactly have great intelligence last time,” said Kham.

“Dere is another vey.” Garan sighed. “A vey through de sewers.”

Beldin slammed a mug down on the table. “Now you’re talking!”

“But be varned, dey are wrought vith peril. Dey say dere is a monster dat prowls de sewers, seeking whom he may devour.”

“So what’s the downside?” asked Beldin. [MORE]


posted by Michael Tresca at 8:53 AM

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