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@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=IM+Fell+Great+Primer&display=swap); "Weird magics? Oh I couldn't have guessed from the corpse on my back slowly getting younger!" While snarkier than anything else he had said up to that point, watching a man ignore the fey on his head like...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Inknut+Antiqua&display=swap); The mud trapped the sole of his boots each step, already being quite big, with his own pack and the full weight of a second man on his back, it all made the treck harder on Aibek. Yet, he did not show it, instead...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Inknut+Antiqua&display=swap); "That.. is not the corpse I saw ten minutes ago." Flashes of Pyotr's decomposing face filled his mind for a few seconds, the feeling of the skin tearing from the muscle beneath his palm, the stench of death and...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Inknut+Antiqua&display=swap); "...did I forget these people? No, no, they don't... They do not know who I am, I didn't forget." Aibek pensively rocked from a foot to the other, mulling over what the Proctorate said until.. Thud! "What in...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Inknut+Antiqua&display=swap); Dzwonyr's gaze was met with only a tired look, absolutely no malice accompanying it. That's about how Aibek had seemed the entire time: tired, done with the situation before it had even started. A...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=IM+Fell+Great+Primer&display=swap); Aibek's eyes followed the conversation around the room, chin resting on the palm of his hand. First, the new arrival, Sana's welcome and the fey's quips, then, the accusations rushing out of everyone's...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=IM+Fell+Great+Primer&display=swap); "A pyre might not take, not if the rain doesn't subside." He groaned, attempting to stretch out his legs, finding very little room to do so. "And he.. he looked more than a day and a half dead to me. I am...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=IM+Fell+Great+Primer&display=swap); Pyotr's frozen face stared back at Aibek with open whited out eyes and a slack jawed mouth. He hadn't even had a chance to meet the man and there he was, decomposing in front of him. I should probably get...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=IM+Fell+Great+Primer&display=swap); He made his way back outside, this time, trough the back of the building, where the limbs of Pyotr sprouted up from the recently moved earth. Quickly looking around, the place was a mess. An overgrown...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=IM+Fell+Great+Primer&display=swap); Aibek stared down the small fey creature curled up in the middle of the room. Gently scooping her up in his arms, then sitting her down on the chair pointed out to him, he takes the chance to look at her...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=IM+Fell+Great+Primer&display=swap); “I would much rather not get soaked further.” Aibek shuffled away from the door, dragging his equipment behind him, settling on the opposite side of the room from the cleric. The looks, it's always the...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=IM+Fell+Great+Primer&display=swap); Stood outside the house, unaware of all the knife-pointing happening inside, Aibek eyed the frame of the building, sizing it up. Small. With a heavy sigh, he secured his pack and equipment on himself...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=IM+Fell+Great+Primer&display=swap); I'm going to stink like a wet dog. The first thought on Aibek’s aching mind, surrounded by strangers, holding onto a letter likely never meant for him. He pulled the wolf pelt further up his neck...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=IM+Fell+Great+Primer&display=swap); Aibek was little more than a bundle of tears the night he was found. Dropped off at the steps of the orphanage under a watchful full moon, clutching a pearlescent pendant in his tiny little hands. The...

@import url(https://fonts.googleapis.com/css2?family=Inknut+Antiqua&display=swap); Aibek was little more than a bundle of tears the night he was found. Dropped off at the steps of the orphanage under a watchful full moon, clutching a pearlescent pendant in his tiny little hands. The workers...