Culver is pulling the stiletto out of the back of Lilly's neck as Emma comes in; not a moment before there was the sound of shared laughter as he told her back one of her own jokes. "So this isn't to be a wasted trip after all," he greets Emma with. Lilly's head slumps forward as he fastidiously cleans the blade.

( A flurry of footsteps preceeds the opening of the door ... )

So I read Last Train out of Warsaw the other day, and part of its character sheet has these two really interesting sections: a WE ALL WONDER section and a AND WE KNOW section ( Read more... )

Random sits at a table and appears to be playing a large game of blackjack by himself.

Culver takes two flunkies to support properly. He's been through-and-throughed, probably with a sword, and there's a fair amount of blood ( Read more... )

Culver's striped horse fights him before it consents to setting hoof on the wider of the two circles of cracked earth bisecting the Black Road.
Culver says, "You see?"

Emma follows along, on her placid mare. "This is Blighted, then?" she asks ( Read more... )

Fiamme chokes on her wine, almost spitting it back up onto the table. "You /what/?"

Culver explains patiently, "Looked up what it'd take to make myself Chancellor."
Culver says, "It's not so strange is it? I'm not mad, am I?"

Fiamme leans forward and says, "Plague in Amber? Being, perhaps, the last literate and numberate man available for the job ( Read more... )

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You concentrate on Caine's Trump...
The contact with Caine comes like an icy wind.

The image of Caine is wandering around in bushes by a wall, peering at it before focusing on the contact. "Yeah?" Supremely relaxed, this guy.

( Culver is laid up by a long-ago charcoaled tree. )

--[ Dark Clouds, Dark Deeds(#2450RJ) ]-----------------------[ Somewhere ]----
    Leaden sky. The Black Road. Creatures unwholesome. And the reek of death.                                                                    
    Culver and Yami are here.                                                 
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You concentrate on Bleys's Trump...
The contact with Bleys comes like an icy wind.

The image of Bleys is at a desk, looking over some terrain maps. He has a wax pencil in hand, which he is using to mark places upon the maps.

To the image of Bleys, Culver is in a comfortable chair somewhere dimly lit and high up. An opera at half time.

( The image of Bleys lifts his head. )

(This is actually two logs stitched together -- it is from shortly before Culver acquired Hippo.)

--[ Reinforcements Have Arrived ]-------------------[ Somewhere ]----
    The suppurating mess of the Black Road, oozing with bad things, and       
    bad premonitions.                                                         
    Culver and Fiamme are ( Read more... )