I brushed my mind against the goddess’s, intrigued, and got half a thought in answer. “So Komena said,” the crow sourly replied. “We need all the nasty surprises we can get.” “Mastery has proved laborious,” the Eldest Night conceded. “Bringing to life your little notion,” Andronike said. “Sounds like something your sister would say,” I teased. “The time for subtlety is passed,” the crow replied. “Heavy-handed of you to come in person,” I commented. Soldiers cursed and reached for their swords, but I raised a hand to stop them.Īndronike landed on my shoulder, light as a feather, and dug her talons into the cloth of the Mantle. A dark shape moved against the dark sky, lazily gliding until it took a dive towards me. Two legionaries were waiting to escort me to the ‘situation’, saluting as I approached, but it was not to them my eye turned.
With wards to filter the air, there was no need to worry about the poison mists in the camps. The night was oddly pleasant – weather around Keter was largely unchanging, knowing neither winter nor summer – and I took a deep breath as I limped out. I left her to it, closing the claps on the Mantle of Woe and finding my staff waiting for my hand. “Take too long and I’m helping myself to your liquor stash, fair warning.” She snorted, kissing my clothed shoulder affectionately. “Might not be too long,” I told her as I pulled on my last boot. Indrani was somewhat more awake when I returned, though when I told her I needed to go out she decided to gather all the covers to her like a cocoon and pout instead of helping me dress. He could not get out of the tent fast enough. “Send word I’m on my way,” I told the orc. It took me a moment to shake out the rest of the sleep, but once I had it fell into place immediately.
“And another two that are supposed to be scribes.” “The Lord of Silent Steps, ma’am,” he replied. “There’s trouble with the drow,” he hastily said. “What’s the urgent situation about, sergeant?” I impatiently asked. “Urgent?” he ventured, carefully staring at the quill sharpener on my desk. “There’s a situation, ma’am,” the legionary got out.
Order of the stick half orc skin#
My teeth were sadly herbivorous, I’d been told, and my skin thin as paper. The large orc on the other side coughed, visibly embarrassed and unsure where to look, which was mildly amusing considering that while I was showing skin it wasn’t like I had anything an orc would care to look at. I blinked away the light from the candle borne by legionary behind the partition in the pavilion, sliding on a robe, and limped out without bothering to hide my irritation. We were still both pleasurably sore and exhausted. She was usually better at waking up than me but she’d, uh, put her back into it tonight. “I’ll eat their livers,” ‘Drani groaned, pulling the pillow over her head.
It was the bloody middle of the night, so if they didn’t have a good reason for waking me we were going to have a brisk round of hangings. “Greatness is a chariot pulled by ghosts: it goes nowhere without deaths, but too many will tear it apart.” – Argea Theodosian, Sacker of Cities, Tyrant of Helike