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There is one vermin, huge, hulking, next to Maxwell and as the pugilist drags himself back through the portal, badly injured, it moves.
Torse watches, horrified, too far away, as the vermin slams a battering ram sized fist into the body of the man he loves.
Maxwell is thrown backwards, into the fiery maw of the Calefactory Biangle.In which Maxwell is lost to the Calefactory Biangle, leaving Torse and the crew to try to find him and pick up the pieces of what's left.
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10 Apr 2026
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Maxwell's been coughing an awful lot lately.
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29 Mar 2026
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Wealwell is second guessed his entire life and has to get used to it to survive.
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Wealwell hated bad news. He hated bad news and had for as long as he could remember. He knew nobody really liked bad news, but he assumed it was something most people handled a lot better than he did. At least the people around him always handled it better than he did.
He had a curse. Wealwell was only the fifth Gotch son, not the seventh, but he still felt as though he had some sort of curse.
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29 Mar 2026
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Sometimes Torse looks at Ludmila's face and only remembers the Queen stealing away his will.
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29 Mar 2026
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Stiles gripped to Derek’s shirt, attempting to stay on his feet as he was manhandled. He whipped his head around, trying to spot whatever had Derek on the defense. He froze when his eyes landed on two tall, greenish, figures standing right in front of them.
“No need to growl, dog. We are not here to harm you.” One of them said. Her… his...? Their voice sounded like music, echoing in the trees. They were both dressed in long silky robes, and they had the posture of royalty.
“What do you want?” Derek growled. The two Fae glanced at him, then turned their eyes on Stiles. Stiles felt his own eyes widen in surprise. “Answer me, nymphs! What do you want?”
Stiles snapped out of his surprise to smack Derek on the arm. “They’re Fae, Derek, not ‘nymphs.’”
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02 Mar 2026