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1.82

The Son of Rome

After three days and four nights spent wandering the boundless lands of Thrace, we found our first true city. More than just a collection of brutal nomads and...

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1.81

The Young Griffon

On the third day, we sent the sea dog home.

The lands of Thracia were an unmarked expanse of snow capped mountain ranges and lush river valleys, with ...

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1.80

The Son of Rome

The Thracian kingdom could hardly be called as such. In my time I had seen some truly dilapidated capitals, and borne witness to some heinously destitute king...

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1.79

The Young Griffon

For the concept of a greater to exist, a lesser was also required to give it meaning. For a man to be notably tall, a distance notably far...

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1.78

The Son of Rome

“The kyrios of the Raging Heaven was a Hero before he was the Tyrant riot,” Scythas spoke softly as we rode beneath the light of stars. “And before that...

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1.77

The Young Griffon

Our objective in Thracia was clear. It was also nearly worthless.

A golden cup filled with spirit wine. That was all the Gadfly had given us, along wi...

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1.76

The Son of Rome

Thracia, otherwise known as the nation with no definite boundaries, was a barbaric land in every sense of the word. Its cultures were unrefined, its peoples w...

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1.75

The Young Griffon

As a boy first learning how to sail beneath my father’s watchful eye, the Eos had seemed to me a daunting vessel. She was large for what she was. Not a View Post

1.74 [Athis]

Athis

The Caged Dove

Life in the Rosy Dawn Cult was miserable.

Athis knew it was an ungrateful sorrow. From the very beginning, her prospects had...

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1.73

The Son of Rome

We moved with purpose through the dock city. It was a good day for sailing, as far as I could tell - though admittedly I was far from an expert. The abundance...

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1.72

The Young Griffon

I collapsed onto my back in the sand, breathing heavily. My body ached fiercely, satisfying as it throbbed. I ran my tongue over my bottom lip and prodded t...

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1.71

The Son of Rome

Having aired his frustration, Griffon seemed to shake the worst of his foul mood. Whether it was relief after admitting it, or irritation with himself for let...

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1.70

The Young Griffon

Olympia‘s western dock town was as I remembered it, though it felt downright decrepit after weeks spent in the grandest city in the free Mediterranean. St...

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1.69

The Son of Rome

Anastasia‘s shadow pulled away deliberately from mine beneath the wood-carved table, an active separation that was impossible to see and nearly impossible t...

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1.68

The Young Griffon

I leaned back.

Six Heroic cultivators crowded around the table alongside Sol and I. They had been at the furthest edges of the room when the story beg...

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1.67 [Aetos - END]

Youngest of the Convocation

Tribulation lightning.

There were as many explanations for it as there were thinking cultures on the earth. From the truly anci...

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1.66 [Aetos]

Youngest of the Convocation

“Move, boy,” Aristotle said, grabbing a fist full of my hair and dragging me bodily across the beach. “You’re no use gawking.”<...

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1.65 [Aetos]

Youngest of the Convocation

I danced through lashing coils of flesh and lowered my shoulder into the back of Gyro’s man. The lowly Civic cultivator’s head snapped bac...

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1.64 [Aetos]

Youngest of the Convocation

The Raging Heaven had called for aid in Olympia’s name, demanding a resource that only institutions of greater mystery could hope to provide...

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1.63 [Aetos]

Youngest of the Convocation

Bursting from the sea and wailing in a woman’s voice, a monster took the stage. We watched without comprehension as it exploded upward and c...

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1.62 [Aetos]

Youngest of the Convocation

“Found you,” Damon declared with bone deep satisfaction, and my heart started hammering.

“Freedmen! Maintain the pace!”...

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1.61 [Aetos]

Youngest of the Convocation

“Lord Aetos-”

“Call me Anarygyros! Or Gyro if there isn’t time,” Gyro said, cutting off the slave he had brought alon...

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1.60 [Aetos]

Youngest of the Convocation

“Pull!”

“The oars in-to your guts un-til the tides are gray,” Gyro sang, volume and spirit filling the gaps a poor sing...

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1.59 [Aetos]

Youngest of the Convocation

“What does this have to do with sailing?” Gyro asked curiously, having arrived late to the entire tangent.

Sitting as they ...

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1.58 [Aetos]

Youngest of the Convocation

“You did well, both of you.” Gyro paced a winding line through the sand, rhythmically easing his blade out of its sheath a sliver before d...

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1.57 [Aetos]

Youngest of the Convocation

Dawn break my oath and cast me down, say all who walk in chains;

If turning wheels are what’s to come, I’d rather die in va...

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1.56

The Son of Rome

Griffon’s trio of Heroic cultivators stared at me without comprehension. The boys on either side of Lefteris leaned around their guardian to whisper to one ...

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1.55

The Son of Rome

We gathered in the home of the Sword Song, the first Heroine to respond to my unintended call on the night of the kyrios’ funeral.

She stood while the...

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1.54

The Young Griffon

Emerging from the heart of the mountain was a slightly less pleasant experience than going in. My late uncle’s sword made for a poor walking stick, and us...

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1.53

Hero of the Alabaster Depths

When Jason was six years old, his father sat him on his shoulders while they sailed into a cyclone and told him it was time he learned about stan...

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