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The Mercenaries’ Tale – 1.14 Sniping

Blaise Takes Aim

Natural assassins kill to a beat. Like a proficient ballroom dancer circling to the key notes of a waltz, a good killer moves from one target to the next in one continuous movement. Blaise secreted herself within an alcove under one of the balconies overlooking the three layers of decks…

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November 11, 2013 at 12:00 pm | The Mercenaries' Tale | No comment

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The Mercenaries’ Tale – 1.13 Pursuit

Thump! Thump! Thump! Blaise pounded on the door but there was no answer. She concluded that Doug either had drunk so much the night before that he had lapsed into a coma, or he hadn’t come back to his room. She ran a hand through her hair, contemplating whether or…

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November 10, 2013 at 12:00 pm | The Mercenaries' Tale | No comment

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The Mercenaries’ Tale – 1.12 Doug’s Hangover

Darkness so thick it was almost tangible enveloped the world. It weighed heavy, blocking out everything until it felt like being encased in a thick layer of cotton wool. Everything beyond the veil of darkness felt faraway, as if the sounds on the edge of sensation were hurling themselves across…

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November 9, 2013 at 12:00 pm | The Mercenaries' Tale | No comment

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The Mercenaries’ Tale – 1.11 Drinking

The bar was attached to a dancehall. The heavy bass of a techno soundtrack reverberated throughout the hall. The room was kept dark with the exception of pulsing coloured lights set up around an expensive looking DJ deck which lit up in time with the beat. Tables and chairs lined…

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November 8, 2013 at 12:00 pm | The Mercenaries' Tale | No comment

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The Mercenaries’ Tale – 1.10 Airship to Galmanoc

An edifice is usually a term reserved for things that have the common decency to stay put and not move much unless suddenly motivated to by a large natural disturbance (earthquakes, hurricanes, etcetera). However, to behold one of the magnificently huge airships docking at port in the City of Light,…

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November 7, 2013 at 12:00 pm | The Mercenaries' Tale | No comment

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