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Tabris - Chapter 12
Chapter 12: The Vhenadahl
That face... Melted, contorted into a monster. She'd seen it before but this one was somehow more menacing. More evil. The people that surrounded her were either dead or unconscious. Her friends had already fallen beneath the demons terrible powers and as the creature locked its gaze on her Fallon couldn't help but crumble. First falling to her knees, and then to sleep.
Fallon rolled over to find herself in her old bed, lumpy, comfortable and smelling of straw. She wore the plain cotton nightclothes common in the Alienage. Her feet were bare and her hair was undone in a dangled mess on her pillow. As her eyes slowly adjusted to the light, she noticed Shianni's feet dangling in front of her. Her cousin sat reading on the bunk above. Fallon rolled her eyes, shook her head and jumped out of bed.
"Enough with the damned dreams! I'm tired of it." She was furious, cursing
Tabris - Chapter 11
Chapter 11: Old Friends
Kingsway 13th, Evening
They had ridden for a full day without rest. Fallon sat in the front of the wagon with Bodahn, Sandal, and Alistair. The rest of the group was in the back, holding onto the sides for dear life as the cart raced on at incredible speeds. The wagon was lightened considerably. Everything except the essential food, water, and tents had been dumped. The dwarf merchant was fairly sad to see his goods tossed carelessly onto the West Road, but perked up when Fallon promised to pay for everything they had to leave behind. As they threw out exquisite pieces of heavy armor she knew the tab would be high.
Just as the stars began twinkling in the sky, the cart crested a hill and there was the Circle Tower. Majestic and frightening, the sharp spire scraped at the blackening horizon. It had been erected a few miles out into Lake Calenhad, with a dock and boat nearby acting as the only means to get there. The structure had a large ring of pe
Tabris - Chapter 10
Chapter 10 : Poured Like Syrup, Smelled Like Death
The smell of burning flesh was not something Fallon was familiar with, yet she recognized the stench before her eyes opened. It was a dark heavy smell, musty and sticking to her nostrils like caramel. After the scent came the twinge of pain. Hot pinpricks peppered her arm and spread like it was still on fire. She was afraid to open her eyes.
The burn wasn't so bad, mostly superficial but still incredibly painful. She instinctively cradled the wounded arm close to her body, wanting to protect it. Fallon looked around, trying to remember where she was and how she had gotten there. The walls on either side of her were so close that she could touch them with both arms, if one wasn't indisposed at the moment, and it was made of a dark grey rock. There was a ceiling above her of the same material and it took Fallon another moment to see that she was in some sort of tunnel. That seems familiar, she thought to was a plinking noise behind her,
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