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Her nails scrape against something. Something hard-edged and round. Breath catching in her throat, Orrenrook pries it out of her not-quite-mother’s stiffening fingers.
A gambling chip, the type a cad might use in a game of Wicked Grace. It’s the size of a gold piece and almost as heavy, and is the deep plum-purple of good wine. There’s something inscribed on it, too. Wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand, Orrenrook squints down. The letters are iridescent in the lamplight, glistening like oil.
The Cantori Diamond.
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Two ancient elven tyrants are bent on the destruction of the known world and, somehow, Orrenrook Ingellvar has signed up to try and stop them. Antiva’s finest assassins may well be some of the very few allies in the fight to save Thedas—but Rook’s adoptive mother has been murdered, and all signs point to the Crows.
Will she be able to push her lust for vengeance aside, or will it destroy her—and the rest of civilisation—in the process?
chapter two is up. if you even care (it’s short and I wrote it in an hour and threw it on ao3, because why not)
chapter three is here and rook is living her amateur detective dream. well, for about two paragraphs, and then things go tits up
chapter four and fun little Lucanis interlude, for your reading pleasure
chapter five (technically six but who’s counting) has arrived and Rook Is Not Pleased. but when is she ever
