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NaNo Check-In, Day 28

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“I reckon there’s a misunderstanding here,” Juda offered, adjusting the way he held Gavriil. “Maestro Gavriil was the one who let these men in, but he did it under duress--”

“And this one helped him.” The girl’s lips peeled back in a snarl. “A man as strong as ten, and he let this happen.”

Imsantorel shrugged. “Elan’ti do not involve themselves in the affairs of men.”

“You let the men out of the storehouse, did nothing about the men blockading the gate.” The girl shook her head. “That is not uninvolvement, Elan’ti.”

“I was asked for a favor.” He raised his eyebrows, looking so very little like the man Juda knew. “I complied. That was the extent of it.”

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NaNo Check-In, Day 10

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“Hells,” Juda spat, twisting around in his saddle. There weren’t supposed to be any magi on this trip, non save Konstantijn’s knack with the healing cantrips, but whatever that was came straight from one of the high academies. The old man had been holding out on them. Hells. Hells.

“You could have set off our powder with that!” Juda snapped at the old man, hearing weak and soft from the pressure of that spell. “Would have blown us all sky high if you hadn’t aimed it just right!”

Konstantijn wasn’t even listening, instead staring at the overlarge Olmü beside him, mouth agape. He nearly called out again, just to get the man’s attention, but then he saw Mondo’s paws, still steaming, and pads charred black --

And it wasn’t possible. Olmü couldn’t cast magic, everyone knew it. It was part of why they had go so popular as slaves in the south -- no way to rightly fight back, when the magi came to collect.

“Next time,” Saatzade said, with the sort of long-suffering patience that made an Olmü caster seem commonplace, “try not to hit a man that’s already dead.”

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NaNo Check-In, Day 6

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A cold wind whipped through the mess tent, and the man growled, “Do not allow Otyrek to blow his breath upon us.”

“Suck my cock, Ax-Breaker.” Sen did not need to look to see who has spoken, but he did anyway, watching Vyvodskaya tap a fist into the Volk’s beaded breastplate. “If Otyrek has a problem, he can come down here and blow me himself.”

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NaNo Check-In, Day 21

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“There has been a change in plans,” he told her, turning away. “Come with me. Or do not. It is your choice.”

He took a step, and she dogged it, pressing up close to his side. “Wait.”

“We do not have time for --”

“I don’t have shoes,” she blurted out. He blinks, looking dumbly at her flushed face before letting his gaze drop to her feet. Her conspicuously bare feet. “No coat either…”

He sighed, hunching down. “Come on, get on.”

She blinked, eyes wide. “But…”

“Get on. As I said, we do not have time for--”

“I’m heavy!”

His head swiveled slowly over his shoulder, incredulous. She was wide-hipped, generously proportioned, but heavy?

“Get on,” he repeated, annoyed. “I am Elan’ti. I could lift you even if you were as much cow as your eyes.”

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NaNo Check-In, Day 25

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“Gates of Heaven,” Banassi breathed. “How did they get in here? How is this possible.”

“Betrayal,” Sen repeated. “It is the only way.”

“It is not possible,” the man said, shaking his head. “Who would betray us? Why would we be betrayed.”

“Gavriil,” Sen said, the accusation meeting the hard wall of Banassi’s denial.

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NaNo Check-In, Day 23

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Juda hissed out a curse. “Did she know?”

“No,” he told him, stern with conviction. “I never told her what I had done. How could I? My Sveta would never forgive me.”

He did her too little credit, but Juda knew better than to say. “I’ll get you inside. That’s all I can do. Hopefully they won’t look for anyone in there.”

Gavriil shook his head with a cough. “No, you should go, help the Meridian--”

“Oh, I reckon I will,” Juda told him with a grim smile. “But what do you think Maestra Svetlana will do to me, if she finds out I left you out here for bandits or worse?”

He laughed, pained. “Ah, now there’s a point.”

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NaNo Check-In, Day 22

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Boyar Bdeniye greeted them with a stony face, his eyes taking in Elena as she sat, his mouth pulling thin.

“Get off your knees, Sen,” he rumbled. “I had wondered how long it would take for this day to come.”

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Compassionate, rational, witty

Compassionate

Mondo. Mondo loves every one and every thing he meets, and that any of his NEW FRIENDS could have ever suffered hurts his big otter heart. It’s all the more impressive that he knows how, since compassion was surely never shown to him.

Rational

Faina. Faina may not always make the most rational decision, but she knows what it is (usually). While everyone else is debating about what to do with a criminal, Faina’s usually already cut of their head. It was the logical choice, why is everyone so upset about it?

Witty

Juda. The Vyvodskys come close as well, but Juda's got that special sort of charming wittiness, where he says a joke and pretty much everyone in the room gets flustered by it. He’s one of those funny guys that you feel like you’ve known forever, and it’s a little devastating when you find out you never quite knew them at all.