Aloyan Erosei the Younger stared into the blue line of the horizon, ignoring the water as it foamed up to either side of the ship’s prow. All his attention, all his rage and desire were fixed on the dark fleck he could now see resolving from the waters — the island he and his quarry had sought for the past three weeks at sea.
On the Amands
“So tell me about Amandon,” said Cob as they walked. “Since it seems like we’re gonna be trekkin’ through it for a while.”
On the Corvish
“This is your fifth complaint against Specialist Weshker,” said Captain Sarovy, drumming a finger on his ledger. “And none of them are actionable.”
Lieutenant Linciard grimaced and wrung his broad hands together thoughtlessly. “I know, sir. But—“
“Is there something you would like to talk about?”
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E101: Introduction to Energies — How to Not Blow Yourself Up
Section 1: Tools and Traditions
Tradition 3: The Energy Relay
On the Riddish
“If we follow the plan, won’t we be heading into Riddian?” said Lark. “I’ve heard about that place. It doesn’t sound like fun.”
“It’s not,” said Dasira flatly. “I used to live there.”
On the Jernizen
Captain Sarovy frowned at the man who lounged across from him, as comfortable in the camp chair as if in his own home. “Lancer Jonmel Stormfollower,” he said neutrally. “Here again.”
“Yessir,” said the man with a lopsided grin. “Guess I can’t help myself.”
On the Wynds
“Enter,” said Captain Sarovy in response to the knock at the door. It cracked open, and Lieutenant Linciard slipped in, giving an inquisitive look to Scryer Mako who still sat by the captain’s desk.
“Eh, you sent for me, sir?” said the big Wynd.
On the Gejarans
“Are all ogre-kin so…rough-spoken?” said Captain Sarovy as the door closed in Magus Voorkei’s wake. He wiped the page they had been discussing with a rag, but the flecks of spittle from the half-ogre’s awkward speech still stippled it.
On the Illanites
“Well, I’m sorry it’s like that for you,” said Lark. “Kind of inevitable though, don’t you think?”
On the Kerrindrixi
“So what was it like, growing up in the mountains?” said Lark. “Beside cold.”
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