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<p>ᴉᵯᵱҎӪṦṩỉҌἾҿ</p> <p>Φ Ӂ</p> <p>A Scald and a Priest dubiously walk into the Cock Inn... and watch, laughing, as a drunk flies through the window. Looking around at the chaos they notice splinters of furniture, a shameful waste of grog and some angry looking legs buried in the ceiling kicking furiously. At the centre of the maelstrom is a dainty looking, if a little deranged, young girl. Glad that for once it wasn't their fault but more than willing to join in the fun, they decide to work up an appetite to match their thirst. Even if they aren't entirely needed. Fel and Yala never once meant anyone harm that didn't deserve it; nor wanted to goad all those prickly little bastards that seemed to haunt every pit along their path; but that doesn't mean they'll let themselves be pricked lightly. Thankfully though, this grim little hole will likely be exorcised of said pricks and right quick.</p> <p>Ѯ</p> <p>Zale's Master has plans for her, she's sure of it. She's not sure what they are but they're definitely going to end badly. Choosing her Patron certainly did. A Mad God babbling and gibbering in your head, crying, screaming, laughing, subsuming your thoughts 'til you feel like cracked glass, scratching against itself in a storm, begging to break. Who can live like that? How could they? If only she'd known... But Baharuth the Pandemonium sounded like a powerful God to bargain with, offers so sweet, temptation so strong. Too bad she had nothing to trade but her sanity.... if only she'd known.</p> <p>₪</p> <p>After countless deaths in the Imperium at the hands of his Hellion kin; through torture, torment and degradation spanning decades; left with nothing but an iron will to survive and a vicious streak to span continents, finally, he's been summoned again. Even if it's a life of slavery it will be more of a life than he has now. Hopefully the next life won't be as short lived as the last. Hopefully there will be an opportunity for freedom.</p> <p>҉</p> <p>On a world fast falling to the Abyss and comfortably basking the warm glow of the Inferno, heroes don't exist, evil is mainly greed, fear or a combination of the two and altruism is the vaunted delusion of legacy. Kings kill as many of their own subjects as their enemies do. Lords are as despotic as they can be without outright revolt and merchants are only looking to take as much as they can without doing anything in return...well, that's about normal. Bankers are the same on every world too and don't get me started on cart salesmen. Some people see this as a freedom of a sort. Others see opportunity. Maybe they're just more realistic about what life is though. Pragmatism has its benefits after all and a little reality and a lot of guile will keep you alive much longer than petty things like hope, idealism and dreams.</p>
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