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The Mist (3)

It has never occurred to Kane Heder that his captive might lose her fetters. She had willingly offered the only roof on the island to him and his sailors, and took her companions – the remainders of her father’s followers – to camp out in the caves, as a respecting niece should. Most of her father’s men have switched their allegiance to him. Had the girl any sense, he believes, she’d be begging…

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The Mist (3)

It has never occurred to Kane Heder that his captive might lose her fetters. She had willingly offered the only roof on the island to him and his sailors, and took her companions – the remainders of her father’s followers – to camp out in the caves, as a respecting niece should. Most of her father’s men have switched their allegiance to him. Had the girl any sense, he believes, she’d be begging…

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The Mist (3)

It has never occurred to Kane Heder that his captive might lose her fetters. She had willingly offered the only roof on the island to him and his sailors, and took her companions – the remainders of her father’s followers – to camp out in the caves, as a respecting niece should. Most of her father’s men have switched their allegiance to him. Had the girl any sense, he believes, she’d be begging…

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The Adventures of Indigo Manaslu (2)

The Adventures of Indigo Manaslu (2)

On the shore, hooded figures move silently amongst the rocks. The storm has amplified from a subdued chatter to an agitated quarrel, interrupting the steady beats of the sounding sea. The broad-leafed palms morph those willowy needles of rain into watery fists, pounding the earth. The figures are draped in long black cloaks. Big drops of rainwater splash off the oil-skinned raincoats like…

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Alba Lucira - the granddaughter of Lord Buenos Lucira of Savanna, the heiress of the Duke of Savanna and all of his dominions. She is young - 19-year-old - and inexperienced in the politics of those around her. She loves riding horses along the white, sandy beaches. She is bold but brave, adventurous, curious and infinitely kind. Her bosom seems to overflow with sympathy for the poor and the unfortunate. She worked in the Abby of Sucasa under the high priest of Savanna, taking care of the medical camp and tending to the wounded soldiers, who were sent home from the frontiers of Kinshasa.  She would do all she could, she once declared, to defend Savanna like those wounded men she tended to. Little then did she know that she would be called to save her home by sacrificing something more important to her heart than she could have ever imagined.

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The Castle of Volonia - a lustrous opal on the southern coasts; the farthest outpost of the Empire of Viridine. Its walls mirror the soft beige of sunlit sand; its roofs reflect the pure azure of the sounding sea. Inside the walls, the meticulously kept garden are decorated with the most exotic trees that the Colinas has to offer, a haven of luxury for indigenous birds, flowers and people - pale skinned and dark chestnut haired Viridinians - who are far from indigenous. They’re the new nobility of the southern coasts, armed with a powerful army and a formidable fleet. The residents of the forest - the Icacos, the Gemenians, the Sutranians,  and the Laramites - whose ancestors have lived on this land since time immemorial, have been reduced to the role of servitude, given the most menial tasks inside the castle of Volonia, and living by the generosities of the new masters of the land and the sea.

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Yolanka, the great chief of the Icacos tribes. He was revered as a god, sitting on the same pedestal as the goddess of the trees and the goddess of the wind. He was a great marksman, leading his tribes into battles, defeating Gemenia and Sutrana, the ruthless plunderers of the Savanna Plain from the eastern hills. Now, the Viridinians have come, with their ships and cannons and swords, across the azure waves of the Coral Sea. They’ve built castles and fortresses along the coast, including the splendid Castle of Volonia and the impregnable Fort of Lifran. Before long, the armies in green armors soon stepped into the forests, guided by their ambitions and lust, meeting Yolanka and his dark, deep rage.

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“The Violet” sailing up on River Savanna, bringing alongside its wind-battered sails the outset of an unforeseen storm.

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Iona Greeley, daughter of Lord Islem Greeley. She succeeded the place of her father as the governor of the Colony of Betheny. But a seed of hate have been deeply buried in her heart at a tender age of 16 - a burning desire to avenge the death of her father at the hands of the Viridinians. But first, she must defend the fragile colony at the mouth of the river. She commanded her subjects with great authority. She strengthened the walls, expanded the plantations,  and pacified the old nobilities and the nouveau riches in the colony (who were by no means content to be ruled by who was then a 16-year-old girl). She granted them more lands along the river, but this move soured relationship with the native Laramie chiefs, and Iona was forced to look for friends elsewhere. She soon discovered willing friends from the former Marishanian colony of Savanna.

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“The Violet”, an Astorian ship nicknamed “The Purple Manatee”, sailing on the South Ocean, escaping the sack of Rellecca.

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Ayla Treen of Lujjen, sailor, sumggler, and pirate on “The Violet”, sailing from Sennen to the edge of the world...

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The stone goblin face grinned, up above the wall,

With jeer and scorn too, hearing my quick steps stall.

"Does a girl in white muslin" he said, "and silver jewels rich

Come to adorn the dark damp parlors of a church?"

  - "I was raised by a lord and proud, now I am suffering too!

Weed and thorny seeds on the marble pavements grew.

I can't restore my past – but it comes to haunt me still.

Where is the mercy of God, the pity of man, and charity for all?"