Category: Arc 3

Root had never had much of a taste for gambling. No particular reason, really—it just wasn’t her vice. Or, rather, it wasn’t one of her vices. She made hobbies of

“Come on!” shouted Azriah. He was already up, Orne Tyn unsheathed in his hand. He didn’t wait before hurrying down the stands. It was slow going. Root hadn’t realized before

When they left the racetrack, Root’s pockets were only lighter by the cost of her lunch, which she felt pretty good about, all things considered. Sure, she’d had fantasies of

The following morning, they crossed the last stretch of desert in their final approach to Urk. The winds blew—not overly blusterous, but enough to kick up the sand and throw

It took Tohlog some time to get all the necessary information sorted and printed onto the blank papers. Despite his urging, they’d decided to keep their real names for the

There were more perks to the pilgrim papers than easy movement through the city’s many, many walls and the handful (literally) of stamps that came with it. Chiefest among them:

It was a rare breed of optimistic perspective that made “robbing one of the most powerful religious institutions in the worlds of their most sacred, coveted artifact” capable of moving

The Numinous Cathedral held frequent services for visitors to the city and for locals alike, welcoming in so many worshippers that they crammed the pews full from end to end,

Root flopped down on her bed back in their room at the Eight Trees Inn. All that sitting around in a church had her exhausted. Or, maybe the sitting wasn’t

Confirming the existence of secret, fabled tunnels turned out to be a lot more difficult than they’d expected. They spent nearly a week hopping between libraries, archives, and hubs for

After what felt like much too short of a stay within a mile radius of a bed, Root didn’t feel excited to be stuffing her belongings back into her bag.

Corrivack could hardly call itself a village. The terrain had started getting hilly as the group finished the latter half of their walk from Sewch to Corrivack, and by the

An enormous gate yawned at the foot of the Eddrealms, tall enough that even the largest spirits Root had ever seen could’ve come and gone as they pleased while giving

“Is it clear?” asked Vit from behind her as Root stuck her head out into the hall. Back in the direction of the main hub, she could hear footsteps, but

Root slipped silently back into the bathroom. She’d reemerge from there unsneakily to keep up the ruse, then return and feign indigestion or some other tedious affliction of the bowels.

Eleven miles of tunnel was the sort of venue only a spirit would bother to construct, being immortal with infinite time to kill. It was a terrible size for a