Tales of an Original Character
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From This Moment
The tide had withdrawn from the cliffs. Lying on the floor of her cell, Risala distractedly played her fingers over the ridges of her pelvic fins as she watched the reflection of the sun off the water filter past the iron bars to dance over the worn stone ceiling. Soft, shallow waves trickled in and…
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To An End
“That is a terrible plan.” “Will you hear me out?” Merric’s fins fanned out in his anger as he glared at her. “You know, you’re right. It’s not a terrible plan. It’s idiotic! Are you insane?!” Risala pressed her back to the thick cave wall of volcanic stone where they hid to avoid sinking remnants of…
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Isle of Man
There was something exhilarating about racing down an empty seaside road as the warm sun crept up into the sky. Dawn summoned a low mist with it that hovered over the sea grass and heather, creating an alien landscape that lazily spilled across the roads and down the cliff sides into the sea. The days…
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One of Them Was Rayna
“Hey… Hey, Phyllis? Phyllis, wake up.” Phyllis groaned into her pillow and rolled over to glare up at her brother. “Morgan? Shit, what — Mor, it’s two in the morning.” “No, Phyllis,” he whispered urgently, tugging at the comforter. “You need to get up.” Something in the man’s voice snapped Phyllis fully awake. “What’s wrong?”…
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Plans: Part 2
Havald grit his teeth as he struggled with unfastening the knots of the ropes binding the last of the wagon drivers. “Your friend has had a few too many moon sugars,” murmured a freed Khajiit as he watched the commotion at the entrance to the small, concealed camp. Though hidden from sight, the rise of…
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Plans: Part 1
“You’re still sitting there?” Havald panted as he jogged down the dune. Not moving from the spot atop the warm stone where she meditated, Risala drew a deep breath through her nose. The air was dry, and hot. It smelled of sand, and sun, and the distant bite of salt, and a sand serpent’s nest…
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How We Move On, Part 1
Max was surprised when he walked into the dark office to find Jenny sitting alone on the floor. The woman who always seemed larger than life now looked small, and sad. Quickly bringing up old programming, the freebot walked across the room to sit on the floor beside her. “Ms. Jenny?” Jenny looked up from…
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Havald’s Choice
With an unceremonious yelp Havald felt every one of the twenty-four stone steps of the Eastmarch barrow. Every single one as he crashed down to the mud and snow at the bottom. “Augh! You — you rot-gutted horker!” he shouted as he drug himself up to his feet. “You can’t just kick me out!” From…
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Unexpected
“Well, well, well.” The slow, far too satisfied voice that echoed quietly across from the entrance to the burial chamber was all too familiar. Mouth full of several different lock picks, Risala sighed and rolled her eyes to the heavens before focusing back on her work. “Either you’ve upgraded to robbing better tombs, or you’ve…
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Adventurers
“I must have dozed off. When I woke up, I was still sitting in the circle of stones, but someone was kind enough to leave a mug of some kind of liquid in the circle with me. How nice of them! I hope it’s mead. I suddenly realized I have a powerful thirst. But why…
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