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| Hash | Icon | Name | Description |
| 1681909867 |  | 1. Judgment | This being the recollection of Irrha of the House of Slayers, apprentice to the Baron Kiiraskes. [This is so exciting! I will translate as best I can. –Eido, Scribe of the House of Light] It was a beautiful day at the end of the wet season, and the wate… |
| 1681909864 | | 2. Fields | Kiiraskes stank strongly of sea-grass and sunsoak root [1]. I took care to sit toward the front of the watercraft, but the odor wrestled powerfully against the wind. I did my best to focus on the task I had been given, which was to mix the contents of thr… |
| 1681909865 | | 3. Light | At the time, it seemed natural to pursue the creature at the hour of night when it was most likely to be on the hunt. I was distracted from all thought of fear by Kiiraskes, who decided to question me briefly on the qualities of Tenar, Brossk, and Liisok [… |
| 1681909870 | | 4. War | I do not know if I would have seen anything at all had I not been given the tonic. What I did see, I did not understand at first: a dark shape clawing its way into being, caught on the edges of reality and tearing itself apart in order to make its existenc… |
| 1681909871 | | 5. Monsters | I thought her dead. Kiiraskes sat up, then fell over again. She spoke a very foul oath. "You're hurt!" I cried stupidly. "I'm not," she hissed. "Help me face the Great Machine." She was too heavy to drag anywhere she did not want to go. I helped her… |
| 1681909868 | | 6. Return | The artificial current did more to steer the watercraft than we did. Kiiraskes held loosely to the oar with one hand. I held the drone carefully, mindful of the occasional splash of water from the restless river. It chimed cheerfully in my hands, perhaps… |
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