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Raven and His Echo

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Submitted by ripvanwormer on Thu, 2010-10-28 19:34
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Shortly after the world‘s first dawn, Raven was fleeing the wrath of Nascakiyetl, from whom he had stolen the sun, the moon, and the stars. He made to fly into a region of tall mountains.

“Be careful,” warned Heron, who was very wise. “The terrain there is very tricky.”

“Caw!” Raven exclaimed scornfully. “I am the greatest of tricksters! I have stolen the sun, the moon, and the stars! None can out-swindle Raven!”

“Hey!” he yelled into the steep valley. “I am Raven! I will trick you before you trick me!”

“Hey!” called another voice from within. “I am Raven!

Perspectives from Steampunk Sigil: of Airships and Air Genasi (Part I)

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Submitted by CrimsonLotus on Tue, 2010-07-20 11:13
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Sparks cascaded like falling meteors onto the floating pathfinder crystal. Rysse gritted her teeth and hissed a barbed curse. The tiefling pulled herself up from under the command console to inspect the damage. A long shard of heated metal lay embedded in the oscillating containment field. Nothing too serious if solved quickly. Rysse wiped her oil-stained hands on her dark leather jerkin. Everything was slippery. She had been busy maintaining the joints of the planar sextant fitted to the pathfinder crystal and the last thing she needed was a fire inside the navigation room.

The Secret of Secrets

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Submitted by sciborg2 on Tue, 2009-11-03 12:05
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~Pandemonium, Day 15~

It's like the wind knows who I am, who all of us are. And these pale men and women we kill, these packs with their pale bodies given hints of amphibian things - their frog smiles tell us they know too.

I hate it here. It's like all my thoughts are on the outside, like I'm traveling through the cavernous expanse of what I keep so deep I don't ever have to look at it.

Letters From The Blood War II

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Submitted by sciborg2 on Wed, 2009-02-18 23:10
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"My body aches to breathe your breath, your words keep me alive..." -Possession

My Ziporra,

Letters From The Blood War I

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Submitted by sciborg2 on Mon, 2009-02-16 23:47
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Dear Ananki,

I hope you and Ademtus are doing well. Please find enclosed my payment from the Baatezu. It should be enough to keep the room in the Hive you two are staying in. I know there is nothing Good inside these devils, but I have to admit being paid on time has its own virtue. And we are killing demons, just like the ones that killed my father. But I'm not writing to argue about this. In fact I wanted to say again how sorry I am for the way I left. I hope seeing the gold coins helps you understand that I did this for us and for Ademtus.

An Unusual Abyssal Transformation

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Submitted by Fubar on Mon, 2008-12-08 23:10
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He stretched his over-sized limbs in preparation for the coming battle. His dark blood seemed to boil within him as he prepared himself for the bloodlust that was to come shortly. The sky was a dark overcast pall that cast its shadow over the assembled horde. He looked as if he was but a shadow, his skin glistened in places as the ruddy dank light from unknown sources drifted over him.

The Lords of the Eight

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Submitted by RJR on Wed, 2008-09-24 23:10
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THE LORDS OF THE EIGHT, OR A LITERARY CRITIQUE OF FIENDISH CODEX II

A Selection of Stones from the Sensorium

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Submitted by Hymneth on Fri, 2008-08-29 00:26
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This is a collection of sensations hand selected from the vaults of the Society of Sensation. They reflect a variety of lives and experiences that will enrich any who would choose to consider them.

And without further delay:

A Priest of the Dead Gods

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Submitted by Rhys on Wed, 2008-08-27 19:00
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Gerg'klanwas sitting, knees folded atop the husk of the Dead God. He watched the astral current with a sad expression, the winds of the silver void whirling madly nearby.

The githyanki pushed open a flask of Ny'yrv. Remembering the old times, he gulped the strong spiced juice. He and his spirit-brother used to spend long moments on this desert and forgotten husk, watching the winds, drinking the juice brewed by the m'lar.

Blade of Innocence 3: Forlorn

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Submitted by sciborg2 on Wed, 2008-07-30 23:10
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"I know you harbor doubts, let me explain..." The artificer droned on, but Michel didn't hear him. He was listening to something just past.

You are unworthy of it.

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