“It was not clad with metal like our fighters, it was mud, and metal, and something else. Its claws were long like horns, sharpened for many lifetimes. But it would not use them, for it had words and gaze that[…]↓ Lire la suite…
Chapitre 3 : Victoire
“I don’t care what the boy is doing in his free time, there’s so much clay anyway! But these sculptures he makes… something about them makes me uneasy. Too lifelike. One evening as I was going back home, the dancing[…]↓ Lire la suite…
“This morning I bought a bag of khizi jewels for the price of their weight in grain! Too bad my associate got conned into buying a bag of grain for its weight in jewels. I hate Kizh right now.” Semetra[…]↓ Lire la suite…
“So many ships! All tall, old, decorated and well-manned! A collection of masts more dense than a forest, with sails of every possible color. They all sailed to the New Continent, and never came back.” Jaos Gyrimonnos the Elder, Measures[…]↓ Lire la suite…
“The First Nomadic War has the repute of being a fairly stupid conflict on our part. The then-king Seculor didn’t like having savages trading freely on his land, without paying taxes, or following price charts. So he forced them out[…]↓ Lire la suite…
Heyyy we’re back! Still a bit tired but it’ll get better 🙂 One of the issues I have, earning more money right now, is that -> I can’t rest, or not much. I’m figuring and contemplating ways out, as it[…]↓ Lire la suite…
“Darling, I write to you, to tell that I’ll have to stay in Kizh for some more weeks. The political crisis is calming, but grain stocks and prices are all over the place! Still, I have to come home with[…]↓ Lire la suite…
“On the next morning, she thought to have made it up. While she was still fumbling out of sleep, a blurry reality and vague lights around her, she remembered the precise words, and the iron pitcher shocked her fingers. There[…]↓ Lire la suite…