Ruckerman’s Pub is hosting a trivia night competition, so there’s a decent crowd already building up even before taking into account the appeal of happy hour as off-work citizens (quite a few of them offworlders who have made the Stellar Consortium their adopted home) gather to let off some steam. Among them, currently hunched at…
It had been dark for so long, he couldn’t quite remember what light looked like. Lost, these past years, between realities. He’d held the stone in his hand on that platform overlooking the desolate plains of the windy planet Fracture. All he had to do was clutch it, absorb its power, and he would throw…
“I never imagined I’d live to see such a thing.” Solas Creek, the plump proprietor of the Lightholder Tavern, stood on the wooden slats of the pub’s front porch, toweling off a pewter mug as he watched the strongbacks pulling on the ropes to bring the statue to its full height of twenty feet at…
Six Months Earlier… “Here’s the situation.” His conversations almost always started there. It gave him time to weave the lie in his mind. He couldn’t exactly remember when the lying started. Or why. Did it matter? It was a formula. It worked. His brothers always bailed him out. Always had. Always would. Every financial shortfall….
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Razorback is hardly the most graceful of riders, but he manages to stay astride his Varas Lizard as he approaches the valley suggested by Fluffpaw the day before. He comes to the valley entrance and relaxes his gentle pull on the reins, allowing a pair of blinders to snap shut over the reptile’s eyes. His…
