At the end of Fakir's encounter with the Shadows, Princess Kraehe ordered him to go to a nearby bench and sit there. Later that same night, there he sits. Every once in a while, a passing breeze makes him shiver slightly from the chill, but he does not think to move. He is swordless and there is a knife-cut on his right shoulder. His eyes are blank ( Read more... )

[[The sun is shining, a cool breeze makes it's way through the town, and the Raven is running through town like a school boy just released from the semester. He manages to stifle any joyous whoops, having already screamed himself hoarse after initially discovering his emancipation from the Mage's curse (he had killed a mouse unlucky enough to try ( Read more... )

[[A thick fog has coalesced in a thicket near the edge of the forest, the entire area suddenly cold and damp, while the surrounding woods still seem as warm as ever. An observant person might sense a faint air of melancholy permeating the fog, as if simply walking through it sucks the happiness from one's mind. The thicket is eerily silent except ( Read more... )

[[Wandering the streets on a fog-choked summer night is what at first appears to be a cloaked, hooded version of Fakir. Not quite as tall as Lohengrin but still taller than most of his doubles, he makes no sound as he walks through Ginkan, not even that of footfalls upon the cobblestone street. His eyes are hidden beneath the shadow of his hood, ( Read more... )