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[Etude 1] To Honor Raven – Part 4

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The next hour seemed to stretch for an age. Brian spent most of it trying to see through the dark trees before him to find any sign of Huldra. Guilt gnawed within him, knowing that he was the reason she had not yet returned.

Valgar sat nearby, watching Brian carefully. Finally he began to speak.

“Brian - why did you go into the camp?” His tone was cold, emphasising the name as he spoke. Brian couldn’t look at Valgar, knowing just from his voice how disappointed his mentor was. “T-To get the totem,” he mumbled back. ”I just… wanted to help...”

“By ignoring those who gave council? Huldra told you how foolish that would be!” The norn crossed his arms, ”What were you trying to prove? Why did you ignore her advice?”

Brian buried his head in his hands, feeling overwhelmed as he hid the tears forming in his eyes. “Because I knew I could do it!” His voice cracked as he continued, ”Th-That stupid footprint - I was almost there! I could have been the one to get it back - if I had done it then no one would be complaining! Everyone would be celebrating and talking about me. How I got the totem back from an entire camp!”

Valgar sighed, shaking his head. “Legends are not forged through foolishness, Brian. To deny the wisdom of others… it is like cutting off an entire limb to make yourself lighter. It did not matter whether you could do it or not - what mattered were the consequences. A totem is not worth risking the lives of others, Jotan or Norn.”

Brian was silent, the words sinking in as he looked despondent to the ground. ‘Valgar is right - I should have listened. Why did I think I could take on an entire camp for one damn totem?’ He remembered how excited he had felt at the start, like it was a game. Now he just felt regret. “I did not mean for it to happen this way Valgar… I’m sorry...”

Moving over to sit by Brian, Valgar placed a large arm over his shoulder. "Your heart is that of Wolf. You are fierce, loyal, and you are strong. But a wolf always hunts in a pack. There is reason for this, sveinulf. Things will always work better if you together with others. Remember this wisdom from Raven:

'A lone wolf eventually staves, but a pack brings home a feast'.

Remember it, because your life may depend on it someday."

Finally Brian looked up at Valgar, nodding at his words. “I will, Valgar.”

A crack echoed close to the edge of the camp, and both Brian and Valgar stood as they looked to where the sound was. A bulk covered in black feathers emerged, limping slightly.

“Wolf’s teeth, I was beginning to worry about you Huldra!” Valgar made his way over to her as the feathers began to fall away, the transformation reversing itself. Brian quickly began to help as well, noticing how injured the shaman was.

“The spirits put up a decent fight, but I was able to flee the camp before they could see me properly,” she spoke, her voice now soft and quiet. She reached the small shelter and began to lay down on the bed Brian had prepared for her. “I did not want to lead them here, so I had to hide until they lost the trail.”

“I’m sorry Huldra,” Brian spoke, overflowing with guilt. “I was a fool - I should have listened to you!”

“What is done is done,” she responded, her demeanour tired. “I must rest now. We shall speak tomorrow.”

“Take watch Brian, while I dress Huldra’s wounds,” Valgar spoke, nodding to Brian who moved back to his seat - gazing into the forest ahead as Valgar helped the shaman.

It wasn’t too long before Valgar finished, returning to Brian once Huldra fell asleep. After a long silence Brian spoke, his voice soft so to not disturb Huldra’s rest.

“Valgar, I felt it again when I was up there. That weird itch.”

Valgar turned to look at him, frowning.“The one in your chest?”

“Yea.” Brian subconsciously touched his chest, the location where the increasingly familiar itch was occurring. “It started when the spirits appeared, and only stopped when I ran into you.”

“Is that so...” The norn fell silent, and Brian watched his face fall pensive for a moment. It had happened a few times in the past, although Brian could never pinpoint why. It would suddenly occur out of nowhere - a shift within him that felt hot and itchy, as if it was reacting to something unseen.

“I am not sure what is happening to you, sveinulf. Perhaps it would be wise for us to seek council for it on our way to the next shrine - perhaps even from a human. They may know what is triggering this within you.”

Brian frowned, not sure what to think of having consult a fellow human. He felt so disjointed from the rest of them, with their Gods and their Queen. Things he knew nothing about, nor cared to. But if the strange sensation wasn’t normal, he knew it was probably wise to have it at least looked at.

“Yea - that sounds like a good plan.”

Valgar hummed in satisfaction.

“Go and get some rest now. You will need it for the journey tomorrow.”

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By the next day, the raven shaman seemed to have almost completely recovered from the night’s wounds. As Brian was packing up his sleeping gear he eyed the Raven shrine before him, wondering if it’s invigorating properties had perhaps sped up the healing process.

Or perhaps it was Raven’s blessing directly on the shaman itself.

“Young wolf, do you understand the lesson Raven has taught you?”

Brian looked up as Huldra approached, the shame of the previous night causing him to avert his eyes back down.

“Yes - Valgar spoke to me. I didn’t listen to you, and that was why you ended up wounded…” He looked across towards her, still not looking up. ”Thank you for saving me, and... I’m sorry you were put in danger.”

She nodded, “I accept your apology. Indeed - Valgar is a good teacher - you are lucky to have him. He seeks to honor Raven with his pilgrimage. If you too wish to honor Raven then you must take on the wisdom of others. You are impatient, young wolf, but I hope you have learned raven’s lesson.”

“I have, and I will honor Raven,” Brian responded, looking up with resolve. Huldra smiled in return, turning as Valgar approached the two.

“How will you deal with the Jotan?” He asked, looking to Huldra. ”While you may have put them off the trail, I’m sure they will be suspicious of those three guards that were slain.”

“Do not worry, Valgar - I have a plan on how to deal with those Jotan.”

“Oh? Huldra, what is your plan“ Valgar asked, eyeing the shaman with amusement.

Huldra gave a sly smirk. “I intend to make them believe the totems are cursed. I shall make sure to ‘haunt’ them, disrupting them and ensuring the totems are to blame. I suspect they will soon send them back where they stole them from.”

“Ho! A cunning plan indeed - you shall cause some mischief yet!” he responded with a grin. “I look forward to hearing the stories!“

“I shall be sure to share them the next time we meet,“ she replied, a knowing smile on her face.

It wasn’t too long before the two were ready to head off, and after they had knelt at the shrine once more Valgar stood, turning to Huldra.

“Now, we must continue on to the next shrine. Farewell Huldra!”

The feather-clad norn smiled, watching as Brian rose as well.

“Farewell Valgar, and farewell Brian. May Raven guide you both in the journey ahead.”

Brian smiled, waving at the shaman as he and Valgar continued their long pilgrimage.

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[Etude 1] To Honor Raven – Part 3

[Part 1] [Part 2] Brian crept slowly up the hill, shivering from the chill breeze as he started to approach the Jotan camp. The moon, high in the sky, shone brightly as it illuminated the clear night. An owl, perched on a nearby tree, began to hoot as Brian silently moved past. Pausing behind a shrub, he began to analyse the sentry camp before him.

‘There’s only two of them - I should be able to make it past without much trouble.’ He had practiced silently stalking prey with Valgar when they had gone hunting. In his mind, this would be no different. After all, they would not be expecting him to sneak past.

Glancing down, he carefully picked up a nearby rock - measuring the weight in his hands before throwing it down the path he had come from. There was a loud ‘thunk’ as it struck some rocks.

‘Urh?’ a Jotan watchguard grunted in surprise, standing from his hut to squint out in the darkness. Stepping slowly and lightly, Brian crept around and behind the hut - his eyes alternating between the path before him and the Jotan who began to meander down to investigate the noise.

Brian’s heart began to pulse, the thrill of managing to break into the settlement making him more alert to the potential danger. He reached a torch marking the entrance to two different tunnels that bore through the rock, and quickly he hid behind one of the trees.. ‘Now I just need to find that totem.’ He grinned, excited at the prospect of beginning his own legend - knowing that he would soon have an exciting story of his own to share to the Norn. As he looked around he saw that one of the tunnels lead towards a groups of tents. ‘Might as well start with that.’

Carefully he began to enter the tunnel, making sure the torch did not emphasize his shadow as he kept close to the side. The torch flickered in the wind, and Brian spotted something glisten on the ground. It was a large footprint, preserved within the snow as ice - reflecting the light of the torches lighting the tunnel.

Brian frowned curiously as he began to step towards it, figuring the footprint belonged to a Jotan. ‘Damn, that’s a huge footprint! Are there some that are really that big?’

He knelt down, touching the ice-covered print in curiosity. ‘I wonder how th-’ The air around him suddenly became oppressive and heavy, pushing Brian’s shoulders down with a suddenness that he did not expect. Feeling a strange stirring within his chest, Brian immediately raised his head - stumbling back as he met eyes with an enormous Jotan ghost.

“HWAAAARRGGGHH!!” It yelled with an anger which shook Brian to his core, and with it two other ghostly Jotan appeared - one standing by the entrance of the tunnel, the other beside the original ghost.

Brian fumbled as he tried to draw his sword, still reeling from the sudden appearance of the spirits before him. The stirring in his chest, like an itch, was growing - and panic seemed to smother any thought he tried to make.

“CAWWW!”

A huge bulk of feathers suddenly flew by, and with surprise Brian watched as a giant raven creature clawed at the spirits before him, forcing them to move back. The raven turned its head towards Brian, beady eyes staring him down. He wanted to shrink into the ground.

“You should not have come here!”

The voice was cold and and angry, turning back to face the three spirits that started approach once more. Brian could only just recognise Huldra’s voice, and upon realising who it was he quickly drew his sword - no longer paralyzed in shock.

“I’ll help you!”

“No!” she spoke, batting the spirit’s club away with strong talons. “You will return to the camp immediately!”

“Bu-”

“Leave! I will deal with these restless spirits you so carelessly stirred!”

Brian grit his teeth in frustration before running back the way he came, feeling the shame wash through him. He had been so sure that he could be a hero, so certain that he could bring back the totem, and now he was forced to run away like a coward!

He heard distant sounds of shouting, and he realised that the camp was rousing. Shame gave way to dread as he realised the shaman would be alone in the tunnel, potentially facing an angry mob of Jotan.

‘What have I done?!’

He quickly reached the hut he had previously snuck past, halting immediately when he saw the Jotan’s giant bodies strewn across the ground. There was a sound from within the hut, and Brian breathed in relief as he saw Valgar emerge looking at him with concern.

“Sveinulf! Raven’s wings - what were you thinking, coming up here by yourself?”

“Valgar - the shaman is in trouble!” Brian exclaimed, pointing towards the tunnels, ”We have to help her - she’ll be overrun by Jotan! The camp-”

“Is awake,” Valgar interrupted, his voice deep and serious. “I know, Sveinulf. I am here to take you back to our camp before it gets worse.” He stepped over the surrounding corpses, turning as he began to walk. As Brian stepped forward to speak he could see the lethal claw marks that had made them. ‘She... took out all of these Jotan?’ “Huldra is blessed by Raven,” Valgar spoke, watching Brian as he looked back up. “Raven has provided her with all the knowledge she needs. She will be able to handle herself. Now - let us leave this place, and we must be careful not to leave tracks.” Brian could not find it within himself to believe Valgar’s words, but he followed Valgar back to the camp anyway - knowing there was nothing else he could do to help.

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[Etude 1] To Honor Raven – Part 2

[Part 1]

Valgar and Brian eventually reached the shrine after a long trek, and at spotting the fire beneath the tall Raven shrine Brian ran ahead with the promise of feeling sensation within his hands once more.

“Raven has guided you here today.”

Brian paused at the voice, looking around before spotting a tall female norn, adorned with feathers, sitting on a rock beside the shrine with a curious look on her face. Brian could only assume it was the shrine’s shaman.

“I’m here with Valgar Blinderhogg,” Brian spoke, his voice hoarse from the cold. He continued to walk towards the shrine, eager to reach the fire. “We are on a pilgrimage to visit Raven’s shrines. Valgar has brought the offering.” Upon reaching the shrine he began taking off his gloves to soak in the heat from the crackling fire. ‘Blessed warmth!’

“So Raven has told me, young wolf.”

As Brian glanced at her in surprise Valgar emerged, looking slightly out of breath as he spoke. “Sveinulf - you should be more cautious when you run ahead like that. My magic can only go so far!” He quickly spotted the amused shaman sitting nearby. “Ho! Raven’s spirit is here today - Huldra Darkfeather, is it?”

The shaman rose with a smile, “Valgar Blinderhogg. Raven has been expecting you.”

The dark-haired norn smiled warmly, “I see - I have brought a gift to honour Raven!”

Brian watched as the two norn greeted one another, still amazed that Raven had spoken of him to the shaman. ‘I wish I could know what it was like to speak to the Spirits,’ he thought to himself. That privilege only existed for the Norn, as Valgar had explained to him, and was very rare. It was the same reason Brian was unable to feel anything as they both moved and knelt at the looming shrine. Valgar had always described the experience as invigorating, as if his aches were slowly lifted. Brian envied his mentor for that.

“You are welcome to stay the night if you so wish,” the shaman spoke once they had finished, indicating a small makeshift camp that was set up next to it. The group sat around the shrine, the fire crackling behind them. “A Jotun tribe live within those hills nearby, but they know not to disturb Raven’s nest. You will be safe here tonight.”

“Ho - a Jotun tribe hm?” Valgar looked to the hills nearby, managing to spot a small campfire through the wind and snow. Two Jotun were walking up towards it, carrying large sticks in their hands. “Yes - they have lived there for generations. They have a holy site nearby where their elder spirits lie,” the shaman explained, also looking to the hills. “Occasionally we have those from the Durmand Priory pass through here to study them.” “I’m not surprised - the Jotun have a rich history!”

Brian scoffed at the two, “We saw some Jotan on our way here - looked more like drooling ettin to me. What do the Priory study from them, mud huts?”

Huldra raised a judgmental eyebrow at the young human, “The Jotun were once a very advanced race - they studied the stars and were great philosophers. Most wrote their findings on large runestones, which to this day provide a deep insight into their culture. It does not do well to sneer at them.”

Brian averted his eyes, his face flushing at the tall norn’s rebuke. He heard Valgar chuckle, “Never simply judge from appearance, sveinulf! The Jotun are smarter than you think - despite having fallen so far from their ancestors.”

“Why did they fall?” Brian asked, becoming curious despite the previous rebuke’s sting.

“Pride,” Huldra began, the other two looking to her as she spoke. “At the height of their advancement, the Jotun tribes began to view each of themselves as superior to others. Because of this, their community became fractured - and they fell into a multitude of civil wars that continued for centuries. Unfortunately, the wars destroyed most of their knowledge and technology - leaving them now to be less than they once were.”

Looking up to the far hills, Brian frowned as he listened to her words. ‘Those things? Philosophers?’ It seemed bizarre to him, remembering the grunting Jotun that they had carefully avoided as they had trudged down the snowy path.

Suddenly, all three turned to see someone approach the shrine. Brian was quick to make them out to be a young human woman wearing the uniform of the Durmand Priory.

“Hello!” she exclaimed, before pausing to catch her breath as she stopped in front of the group. “Hello - my name is Alexis, I’m from the Priory. Have you seen a Jotun carrying large totems passing through here?”

“No,” Huldra responded. “Not anywhere close to this shrine.”

Valgar frowned, “What did these totems look like?”

She frowned, “Tall - like giant sticks only with elaborate carvings in them. We were transporting them to the Durmond Priory but we were interrupted by a group of Jotun - we survived but they took the totems.”

“Ah!” Valgar responded, his voice raised in realisation. “I did just see two Jotun carrying large sticks as they arrived back at their camp over there!” He pointed to where he had seen them, much to Alexis’ despondency.

“Damn it, back to their camp?! Urgh, Kasen’s going to have my head for this!”

“We could go and get it back from them,” Brian suggested. He didn’t think the Jotun were much of a challenge - not compared to Valgar at least. He needed the sword practice too, and this was a great opportunity for it.

Huldra shook her head, “No - it is too dangerous. There are too many of them up there - you will have to wait for a more opportune time to get it back.”

“Bu-” Valgar raised his hand, and Brian shut his mouth - annoyance brimming inside him. “We should not disturb the peace. Huldra is right, it is not wise to rush in. You will have to come up with another plan”

Dejected, Alexis sighed. “I guess you’re right. Thank you for your help - we’ll see what we can do.”

Brian crossed his arms as the Priory woman left, his face pouting in annoyance. “It would be simple to get the totem! A bit of a distraction and we can grab it - why should we wait?!”

“Never rush into unknown territory on a whim,” Huldra spoke, looking down at Brian. “You do not know the Jotun like me or the Priory. They are hostile, and will not hesitate to hunt you down if they discover you have stolen from them. I’m sure that’s why they attacked that group in the first place.”

“Tch.” Brian huffed, frustrated that he was so simply brushed off. He wanted to prove that he was strong enough to help others - and it seemed like the perfect opportunity to put that into practice. Gazing at the hillside, he watched the Jotun move to put out the small campfire - and soon they were obscured in the dark.

The group prepared the camp for sleeping, and while the conversation between the two norn had lead to other discussions - Brian’s thoughts remained on the stolen totem. Sliding into the flat bed, he gazed up as he touched the small wolf totem that hung from his neck. ‘I’m smaller than both Jotan and Norn - it would be easy for me to sneak into the tribe at night! That totem won’t be too hard to find...’

He lay his head down, feigning sleep as he started to formulate a plan.

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WINTERSDAY

i.e. Don’t throw snowballs at Brian.

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A few more snaps of Brian (+ mounts) during Wintersday 2017.

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Some shenanigans I got up to this Wintersday with @thenecrographer and @charrwithacamera

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I’m supposed to be preparing to edit my Pabro nano novel but all my Sonareans are all LOOK AT ME LOOK AT ME YOU WANT TO DEVELOP MEEEEEE!

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Yngwie J. Malmsteen - Far Beyond The Sun

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[Etude 1] To Honor Raven – Part 1

Brian raised his arms, wanting to capture as much heat from the fire in front of him as possible. He heard a deep voice call behind him.

"Cold, Sveinulf?"

He turned around, glaring over at the large, smiling Norn who appeared to be perfectly content in the freezing blizzard that howled outside the small cave.

"Are you kidding me?" Brian responded incredulously, suppressing his shivers as much as he could. "I can barely move, let alone feel a damn thing in my hands!"

The Norn, known to Brian as Valgar Blinderhogg, chuckled as he moved back inside to throw another log on the fire. Brian grimaced as the heat temporarily dimmed, and he leaned forward - trying to recover some of it.

"How long until we reach that shrine, Valgar?"

Moving his large coat from underneath him, Valgar sat down on a nearby rock as he responded,

"Ho! At this rate it would be three more days – I doubt this blizzard will let up anytime soon."

Brian groaned, longing for the comfy, warm lodge he had grown used to prior to the pilgrimage.

"What's the point in visiting all these shrines anyway?" He asked, his voice quivering from the chill.  "It's just boring statues – how does that help anyone?"

Valgar shook his head. "You misunderstand, Sveinulf. Our journey to honor Raven. In visiting Raven's shrines, we are able to gain wisdom from the shamen there. Raven rewards those who seek wisdom – so is the purpose of our journey."

Brian clicked his tongue in annoyance, unsatisfied with the answer. He wasn't sure why Valgar was so adamant to set out into the frosty wild for the chance to learn some strange fact from a stranger.  

‘It's probably written in some tomb with those Priory folk, anyway.’  

At least, that was what he had heard. He had only met a couple of people claiming to be part of the order, but it didn't take long for them to praise the inordinate amount of stories and knowledge they kept contained in their vaults.

"Why not just ask to go to that Priory place?" Brian suggested, "It sounded like they had lots of knowledge – surely that would please Raven, right? There's got to be lots of tomes and writings there."

‘And a fire.’

"Ho – the Durmond Priory contains a wealth of knowledge!" Valgar agreed, and Brian grew hopeful. "But knowledge is not the same as wisdom, Sveinulf. One can easily fill their head with the knowledge of books - however, without wisdom, they will not know how to use it."

Brian frowned, not quite understanding what Valgar meant as he glanced over to the Norn in confusion.

"You will see, Sveinulf," Valgar continued, a warm smile softening his face as he looked out again at the blizzard.  

"When we reach this shrine, you will learn what it means to honor Raven."

[Continue to Part 2]

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finished centeral tyria map comp the other day then did a brief photosessh with @thenecrographer and @nzotaku. oh how i do love it when toonies ham for the camera. also fiddled around with my editing software for the first time in a while. lol im a bit rusty.

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Don’t ever make me wear this thing again...

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Commission for @nzotaku, those wings were a fun experiment oh boy

Thanks again!

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So I was playing around with the Black Desert Character Creator to try and make Brian, and by some miracle I managed to capture this magical moment...

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A hastily written note

Yesterday, I had a dream. No, a vision. Or would it be a premonition? Look, it was definitely something alright? None of my other dreams had ever felt so… real. And I’ve had some pretty damn weird dreams in my life. This one... this one I still remember vividly. Almost every detail. And it felt so damned urgent too. Tell you what – I’ll describe it and you tell me what the hell I should make of it alright? It began in a strange bright haze. The air around me was hot and thick, like it was squeezing around my throat trying to choke me. For a moment I can’t feel anything except my breathing, until I realised I was on the ground for some reason.

I try to stand up but something’s wrong with my body, so I end up kinda crawling along this ground – trying to see through the damn fog that was everywhere so I could get some sort of reference. It takes me ages, but somehow I manage to get up and start walking. There’s all these thick trees everywhere and weird plants, and it was only when I get to the edge of some cliff where the haze clears somewhat that I realised I was in some sort of jungle. I didn’t recognise it at all.

It was strange. It was a jungle alright, but it felt… hm… how do I put it. It felt… oppressed? Yea, I’ll go with that - like something was pushing down on it. Not physically – but, the atmosphere was… tense.

So here I was in this weird tense place, barely able to see and I turn around to look back…

To see what I think was some sort of corrupted Sylvari, babbling about Mordremoth as it raised its scythe. Now my body was still pretty damn sluggish and I couldn’t dodge out of the way, so when it swung the blade at me I had no choice but to go backwards and over the cliff.

I fell slowly, and quickly I looked up before the mist could consume my vision. Giant vines rose around me – reaching far into the sky as I continued to fall. They were attacking something up there, but I fell too fast to see exactly what it was...

Descending felt like forever, and as I went down the vines became thicker and more numerous. I think... the vines were Mordremoth. Nothing about those vines was natural, and there were just so many. It had consumed the world around me, and I was falling forever in this vast sea of vines that surrounded me.

Closer, and closer…

It was only when I felt the brush of the vines around me that I woke up.

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dani-steele:

“Brilliant! That’s so good to hear. We’ll have to talk to Joreth as soon as possible,” I enthused. 

“I guess we’re waiting on that then… and, I suppose, the Alto to contact us,” I added, before remembering how little I told Rachel of the whole Bartolo situation. “Oh and Rach needs to hear what happened with Paris too. But other than that, what sort of stuff is real work?”

“Indeed – I have yet to hear from her, but I am optimistic.” Dalton was certain that Vanessa would cross paths with Paris at some point in the day, given how much work she was likely doing with the Sharps.

“Ah yes,” he began, turning to Rachel. “Bartolo has pulled Paris from our group as a consequence of our rejection. However, Paris expressed that he wished to help serve our group still despite going against his father’s orders. So we decided that he would be a spy for us among the Sharps. While he is unable to maintain contact with us, he can still pass on information through Joreth.”

Rachel grinned, “That’s fantastic news! I was worried that we would be without anyone left within the Sharps.” That was much more than what she could have hoped. ‘I did not anticipate Paris to go against his father – I suppose it was the last straw…’

“Yea, we are lucky that Paris is on our side,” Brian added, his mood somewhat improved than before. “The real work is doing our job – making sure the Sharps don’t screw the rest of us over by Dome Fall. With Paris among the Sharps we can start collecting the information we need to figure out what the state of things is, now that the Understudy is gone. We will need to police those who are putting us all at risk because they jumped ahead.”

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At Brian’s explanation I dialled back my nerves a fraction. Even if it happened I could still be here, which was a relief, though I couldn’t see Dalton wanting me to be out there. 

“Right, right. Yeah, I can understand that. I still wouldn’t really want to but if it was the only option…” I trailed off.

My eyes lit up as Dalton came through the door, and I grinned as he gave the news. I’d done good. I’d succeeded.

“That’s fantastic!” I said with utter enthusiasm, punching the air to top it off. “It’s worked out then? We don’t need to panic about things too much, right?”

Dalton beamed, “It most definitely worked out. Once I explained our situation and the position we were in he was more than happy to help towards our financial security. Now, all we need is for the Trabens to do their part and we should be back on our feet.”

Brian sunk back in his chair with relief. Despite the Rangos jumping the gun on them, they had managed to dig themselves out of the hole the slimy group had left. “Fucking thank god for that! Now we can actually get onto some real work!”

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