Entries Tagged as 'Ohiska'

Roaring quietly.

February 11th, 2013 · No Comments · the Ai'loa, The Primal, The Wakeful One

‘You were quiet when you came back. I should have known.’ There was silence for a few moments to weigh the option of a conciliatory gesture or a final imprecation under my breath. As there was no clear choice, I sagged into the sand further and rubbed my aching legs. ‘Yes. You’re angry, Dzivah can […]

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The old with the new.

September 16th, 2012 · No Comments · Ohiska's Grace

Procuring supplies for a trip of unknown duration attracted some strange questions, and put me in touch with strange merchants. And to whom do these merchants owe their livelihoods? The wretches, the villains, the unscrupulous… But it still came as a surprise to see him, even if it shouldn’t have. Drek’tal: as strong, jagged and […]

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Waking whispers.

September 12th, 2012 · No Comments · Ohiska's Grace

Time passes easily, without the reluctance that it would have in more trying times. My duties have been disharged, as I have been deemed unfit for performance due to my failing health. With little choice but to live off of a meagre stipend until I either die or find further work, I became relegated to […]

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Rehabilitation.

May 10th, 2012 · No Comments · Ohiska's Grace

I didn’t think I deserved to live at all. If Ohiska had not found me, I’d be dead. I’d spent my last few bursts of fire trying to extinguish anything that came close to trying to help me. I don’t remember how long I was in Booty Bay for. I lay in a cot, depleted […]

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Chasing the steel.

January 29th, 2012 · No Comments · Ohiska's Grace

Work is scarce in Booty Bay, and I fear I’ll take to petty thievery again to live the life I’ve become accustomed to. Pride dictates I shouldn’t turn to my old brethren, but a strange compulsion is driving me to seek out Brother Ohiska. It’s as though the fates are conspiring to end me of […]

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Can’t wash it out.

November 9th, 2011 · No Comments · The Tribe

Sometimes a gift isn’t necessarily a generous one. It’s sometimes just an oversight from someone who is ludicrously high. If I ever wash this out of my system, I’ll be sure to tattoo the following words to my wrist.

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