Battle Hymn of the Republic

Something in Gideon’s soul told him he was wise; careful. This was not just a matter of being a snake that preferred flight to fight, but who he was. Destiny was speaking of things she couldn’t possibly know about, nor could he give any credit to things to come. Throughout it all, he stayed on the t...

“ He put me here! I’m down that shaft because of him ,” railed Diligence against Willow, becoming more frantic as she became more insistent that he mend bridges, “I was one of them until he cast me out! For what? Some dreams? Who gives a shit if it’s my fault he’s here, it doesn’t change what he did...

Around this stage of his life, Gideon didn’t know many creatures that were much smaller than himself. Even if he had been growing rapidly from his youngling stage, he was still little compared to most other familiars. Ezekial was barely larger than the human finger! Despite having met Francesca earl...

A churlish look of indignance blossomed on the demi-god’s face, being reminded of his own words. His fist had gone past tightening and were beginning to curl in under him. Snaking white jets of fire streaked up the sides of his head, and steam began to build over him. The quarrids around the two beg...

”She shoots straight! I like her,” shared Drysi with Gideon. ”I want to know my fortune…” Gideon answered with youthful curiosity. This surprised Drysi, if not for the fact that her familiar had really been coming into his own since coming to Carneath. Even if he had an almost otherworldly understa...

“Try wh-aa–AAAUGGGH!” Diligence flagged in the wake of Willow, throwing her off as they began their ascent. A gentle glow from above gave the Allomancer enough guidance to know where she was going, but the grand width of the shaft and the thickness of the darkness made it hard to see. Even with the ...

Internally, Drysi gasped. A comrade. She missed her chance to speak to that other third she had seen in the dorms earlier. Now she was sitting across from one. A number of questions rose in her mind, particularly what the fortune-teller may have been working on at the time. It seemed like the crafte...

“Huh, why didn’t y’juss lead with that?” asked Diligence with a lipless smile. He gave Willow’s head a little tap, “Your head looks so hard, I could pro'lly split granite wit’it.” A jovial, deep laughter erupted from him, right as a small wave of magma rose to wash human features over his skull head...

“I am merely answering prayers,” Manon struck the same pose from before, holding her hands together, “It is so strange, I felt I was needed, and here I came. Monsieur Casson tells me he can hear people zat pray to him, even back home; I just thought he had a god-complex. I am happy to help. If you n...

“Pbhuogh,” Manon spat out the bead as she felt it leaving her mouth, “don’t make it weird, Willow.” “Weird!? You just kissed me! I don’ even know you,” roared Diligence as Willow began her next set up. Manon, being more level-headed and seeing her friend making her move, chose to egg the forge god o...