You find the compound of the Unbroken Circle easily enough by going up the Hill and following the wall. It doesn’t have distinctive decorations, but then not all cults do. A beggar on the corner clues you towards the open gate on the otherwise residential street, leading to the yard of an ordinary-seeming townhouse. The… Continue reading The Unbroken Circle
You can almost see how the word about your return has started rippling out through the day. For instance, the cycling night shift at Ruby Dancer just happens to be filled with familiar faces. Overly-familiar, often enough, in the way they trip on each other to remind you of prior acquaintance in ways that skirt… Continue reading Let’s try something different
Phryne sets a dish down on the stove with an audible clank. Chrysal turns to her, taking her hand – and the jewel – along. — Do you need to go? Chrysal asks the girl. — I have to work today, yes, Phryne says, facing away. — Take care… The girl wastes no time slipping out of… Continue reading Derak in the Jeweled Swamps, revised
A mystery you have to solve, eh Derak? It is plain that you are rather rudderless tonight, and have been since your return. The old Derak would never have chosen to stick around in the Estuary at night, waiting for hours in the center of Scarlet’s nightlife with what amounts to a treasure chest just… Continue reading Doubting Your Streetwise Here
A moment of silence answers your request, only to be broken as Chrysal moves to lock down the straps on your chest. You can’t help flinching at it, but you compose yourself as she looks up and moves to take the chest to the back room. The girl, Phryne, stays seated, conspicuously unmoving. — You… Continue reading Take a Night Shape
I recorded the dialogue: ——I—— — Regardless, I never intended to run off with your package, honored Puppet, she continues while staring at your eyes, seeking signs of anger. — I held onto it as you told me to, and when I espied you on the street just now, I promptly followed to address your… Continue reading Trust and Paranoia
You amble into the city, circling around the Gate Square out of habit, knowing how crossing the cobbled expanse draws attention. The Vineyard gate may be open for all, but it is still watched by the many eyes of the Pseudoduke, and whoever else prizes such knowledge of the comings and goings. Such is the… Continue reading Does the Puppet patronize brothels?