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The work had been beyond her. She'd had to wait until she could ask Saetan for assistance. While any Black Widow had a particular gift for weaving illusions, the strength and skill it took to set a spell into a nonliving object permanently was something she couldn't do alone. Yet, she'd been asked, and wanted to try to get it done. Of course, the ( Read more... ) -
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SaDiablo Hall is old, has been rebuilt several times but retains the look and feel of a castle that houses royalty. It might look at home in any medieval age...until, that is, you noticed winged humanoid figures circling overhead ( Read more... ) -
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Tersa had rested for a day or two, but she kept feeling uneasy. Unsettled. There was something she had to do, and it wasn't at the Hall ( Read more... ) -
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Terreille's roads
Tersa'd taken a pack of food with her from the Bar when she left. Where she was going, she wouldn't be able to trust what people might offer her. While poisons were a specialty of hers, she didn't want to have to use the energy and concentration it'd take to test every crumb she ate ( Read more... ) -
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Tersa's at the Bar, sipping a hot cup of cider. She has a book beside her, along with paper and pens ( Read more... ) -
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She has gone through the process of brewing antivenin before now. Going out to the forest, she sets a nonlethal snare near a rabbit hole she finds, baiting it with a fresh carrot. The temptation works. A few hours later, she returns to find the trap occupied by a sleeping(tranquilized) snowshoe hare. She brings the little animal back to her room, ( Read more... ) -
[for Serena]
Tersa's room at Milliways isn't large or fancy. There's a couch, a couple of upholstered chairs that are more interested in being comfortable than stylish, a desk, and a bed shoved against one wall. Rugs cover the floor. She walks in ahead of Serena, half turns to wave her inside.
Guardian. Oh, that's not what they call it here, but at home--Well ( Read more... ) -
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Back home, Tersa had grown used to people who would, without realizing it, literally never sit with their backs to her.
Good instincts, she would have said, if she'd been able to get the words out--and remember why she wanted to do so. ( Read more... )