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| 3371017761 | Conditional Finality | The sound that escaped me resembled a roar. A psychic echo. It soared through the air and pierced every corner of my ship. Anger coursed through me as I toppled the ground in a heap. I wheezed with each breath and clutched at my chest. I watched that… | |
| 3001205424 | Ecliptic Distaff | Mara stood at the Farm, her body a glowing conduit of energy. Power streamed ceaselessly from her palms, upward and outward. She gradually became aware of the bleary figure standing before her. "Yes, Petra?" she croaked. Her throat was hoarse. The figu… | |
| 3608027009 | Grips of Trepidation | The slow drag of Koraxis's injured leg made the trek back to his empty ship longer than it had been before. Persistent exhaustion made itself known between each pang of pain that jolted through him. He was thankful the captain's beating had been interrupte… | |
| 2787963735 | Vest of Trepidation | Koraxis instinctively moved toward the Pyramid, an echo of a journey he wanted desperately to forget. The Pyramid peaked over the edge of the chasm, a foreboding sight. It was complimented by a stillness that filled the area and made him feel as if he wer… | |
| 621315878 | Cloak of Trepidation | The whispers and screams drilled into Koraxis's mind. He lifted his hands to his face. Whimpers and pitiful chitters were the only sounds that escaped him. Again, the scenery around him had shifted, and he stood on the edge of a meteorite. Though the Reef… | |
| 3810243376 | Mask of Trepidation | The Reef's labyrinth of asteroids and debris provided many a hideout for those who wished to be lost… and a potential gathering place for those that partook in less savory acts. A large Ketch had set up among the debris, on a random asteroid of its captai… | |
| 807905267 | Boots of Trepidation | The energy of the crew bustled. Koraxis opened his eyes, revealing the vastness of space beyond the nearby porthole and a dozen or so Eliksni partaking in various activities. The air was heavy with tension, hushed tones, and cautious movements as they mane… | |
| 630432767 | Gauntlets of Agony | The cycle remained the same, but my actions were not my own. My blade felt heavier with each battle. I did not recognize the shadow attached to me. I did not recognize myself. Did I even know who I was to begin with? The shouts and pleas of my enemies… | |
| 824228793 | Plate of Agony | …You are mine… My threaded silk sheets were no longer a comfort. Instead, they felt like gravel against my skin. Every twist and turn yielded pain. The lit candle beside my bed did not ease my mind. I turned onto my back, eyes trained on the ceiling to a… | |
| 2138394740 | Mark of Agony | The campfire crackled and echoed throughout the cave. I reached toward it, allowing the warmth to guide me. The man across from me had remained silent throughout my recollection. "You carry the scent of him… of Nezarec." "As do you, Briar of the Wild Bra… | |
| 3475635982 | Helm of Agony | The weight of the forest's darkness pressed down on me. Adrenaline pumped through me as I watched my opponent fall. I listened for the thud as their body collided with the ground. Deep crimson painted a nearby tree, sliding down through bark and seeping… | |
| 3846650177 | Greaves of Agony | "I did not ask for your help!" I shouted. Rage coursed through me. My knife was stained red. I shouldn't have been able to see it. Any of it. But here I was, staring back at my Ghost. "You need your sight!" Firethorn returned. His voice was laced with c… | |
| 2445962586 | Wraps of Detestation | I waited until I heard her troubled breathing and whimpers before I got up. As I approached, my eyes settled on her sleeping face. It was difficult to get a good look in the dark; moonlight barely trickled into the cave. She writhed. It was a nightmare. O… | |
| 2597227950 | Robes of Detestation | The structure I find myself in resembles a simple, quaint home. It's small, filled with decorations donning symbols I do not recognize. At the center of the room, two Psions sleep peacefully among a stack of blankets and pillows. I watch the memory unfold… | |
| 2915322487 | Bond of Detestation | The hatred Acasia felt for her people and Nezarec permeated every inch of the cave. I didn't know what to say. She knew what it meant to be touched by Nezarec. Though I would have preferred her partner, Acasia would have to suffice. "I understand your p… | |
| 4123705451 | Mask of Detestation | The jungle density was oppressive and threatened to keep inexperienced explorers from traversing it. Though I had never navigated such a biome, I did not let it deter me. The humidity, the bugs, the overgrowth—I endured them all. I knew she was here… her… | |
| 3702434452 | Boots of Detestation | HE WAS CHOSEN. The phrase repeats throughout the rest of Acasia's memory. The words bounce around the walls of my mind; it becomes hard to focus. Different voices flood in, mixing with hers. Different inflections. All different Psions. He had been c… | |
| 4033010923 |  | III—Thrysiks | Devrim heard the Skiff break through Earth's atmosphere before he saw it. From his elevated post in the church steeple, the whine of the Fallen engines was unmistakable. The aging scout put down his thermos and turned off his datapad, which displayed the… |
| 2656540432 |  | The Village | Nora and Bram named their child Amanda. They filled her heart with stories of the Last City until it was as overflowing as their own. Stories of rest and relief, of laying down their weapons. Stories that made their fear, sharpened by the long road and its… |
| 3013196156 | Common Nobility | Matthius leapt from his chair as the antique radio sprung to life. The old mechanic had been waiting anxiously for the call. "This is Devrim to Neu Turbach. Neu Turbach, do you copy?" The scout's voice crackled through the old speaker. "Devrim! This is M… | |
| 345934404 | Dream Demon | Mykel was sweating. I noticed it when I woke him from a deep slumber the night of his 18th birthday. It was late, almost the time of Nightmares. And tonight, I would pull back the curtain. The leatherbound tome I dropped on the table made him jump. I cou… | |
| 3403636746 | Gift of Cruelty | "That does not belong to you." A woman's voice cut through the air and traveled to Drifter's ears at the center of the room. The altar he'd been searching for stood before him adorned with hallowed objects. Many were of Eliksni origin, much like the tomb… |
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