Dragon Quill

Ah, back to this nice, wholesome story of sociopaths and evil gods.

Today is a Wren chapter. A while back, Wren got into a fight with some people trying to loot the smoking remains of Yushuv’s beloved peasant village, took them out because they were just mortals, and took their horses. Now he’s trying to rest at an inn and see what new items the town has on offer. He decides to get a wide hat, which is a felt/leather hat because the book is boring and no one’s wearing conical straw hats or anything.

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We ended the previous chapter with Wren picturing the poor innocent survivor of the massacre, running away sobbing from the horrors, so naturally we transition to the actual survivor, who is doing no such thing.

The book, though, is attempting to walk back on Yuyu being a complete sociopath by having him dream of the time before everyone he knew was brutally murdered. (more…)

A new character appears!

We open today with a thief.

She called herself Vicious Whisper, and she was dressed in black. Such was her wont when she was working, swathed in it from head to toe. Black boots muffled with black cloth were on her feet, and black leather gloves covered the constantly twitching fingers of her hands. She crouched in a patch of shadow and waited, patiently.
Minutes passed. A stableboy hurried past, rushing to an assignation with a lover, and never noticed her. A snake wound its way lazily by where she squatted, flicked its tongue at her twice, and then moved on. Still she waited, until the sound of snoring became regular and drifted down gently through the open window.

A competent, stylish thief, no less! She hops into the air and manages to land on a windowsill fifteen feet up, so she’s additionally one of the chosen magic user cool people. (more…)

Today, the many faces of filler.

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Last time, fucking Yushuv. Today, Ratcatcher!

None of the prince’s remaining servants paused to watch Ratcatcher go.

And who were they, and why was it apparently a valid concern to worry they might steal from Ratcatcher?

Who knows. Point is, Ratcatcher is a buttmonkey. But a buttmonkey with style! He rode off in the gloom of a misty evening, his two companions and a pair of pack animals trailing behind him like rags tied to a tattered kite. (more…)

The fifteenth chapter is an Unforgiven Blossom one, which again reminds us right from the first sentence of how nonexistent her motivation is.

The problem with the lands west of the forest and south of the ice, Unforgiven Blossom had long since decided, was that they were too damnably large.

Yup, a person currently trying to shake pursuer(s) is complaining there’s just so much land to hide in. (more…)

And now we’re back to Yuyu. When last we left him, brain-eating chaos fairies were putting perfectly ordinary brambles in his way and then he went a different way they didn’t want him to go and somehow this meant the brambles stopped.

Today, he’s still in the boring woods with boring plants and no fun wyld-related monstrosity stuff. (more…)