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Name: Amy Sanderson
Date registered: December 12, 2012

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  1. Chapter 5: Part 1 – Mouse in the Snow — December 8, 2014
  2. Chapter 4: Part 13 – A Plan of Escape — November 10, 2014
  3. Chapter 4: Part 12 – Catastrophic Consequences — October 27, 2014
  4. Chapter 4: Part 11 – The Right Path — October 13, 2014
  5. Chapter 4: Part 10 – Guilt by Association — September 29, 2014

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Dec 08

Chapter 5: Part 1 – Mouse in the Snow

There is a saying amongst humans, that you can be most alone when in a crowded place. It’s true, in a way, for those who need the constant reassurance of the company of friends, and wallow in loneliness otherwise. Asura tend towards solitariness, though: our krewes, our creches, our cities are all constructed for practical …

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Nov 10

Chapter 4: Part 13 – A Plan of Escape

You would think, being as small as we are, asura would have the finely honed instincts of prey creatures, ready to flee at any point. The thing is, we’ve been superior for so long that whatever instincts we once had have been lost – asura are used to reasoning, or building, or even fighting their …

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Oct 27

Chapter 4: Part 12 – Catastrophic Consequences

There’s something about human settlements that puts me on edge. They’re always curiously joyful places, optimistic in the face of overwhelming odds. And the odds usually are overwhelming, given the adversity humans face on every front – but they’re always hopeful, relentlessly so, and it tends to make me nauseous. Still, it was with a …

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Oct 13

Chapter 4: Part 11 – The Right Path

Night had descended over us by the time I rejoined my companions. Someone had lit a crackling campfire in a small clearing, and most of the party were huddled around it. Spark was mending a rifle propped across her lap, Weir roasting some unidentifiable hunk of meat over the flames, and Blaise neatening the fletchings …

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Sep 29

Chapter 4: Part 10 – Guilt by Association

In all our lives, there are times for silence, and there are times to speak and be heard. Quite what made me open up to Darr, that chill evening at the end of summer, surrounded by the hills and glades of Harathi Hinterlands, I couldn’t say. Perhaps I’d simply been dwelling on my past too …

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Sep 01

Chapter 4: Part 9 – Flikk’s Legacy

A curious mix of exultation and disappointment fell over our party as we regrouped. Spark, Weir and particularly Blaise were triumphant, their victory over the centaur shaman and its summoned elemental everything they’d hoped for. I supposed I should feel equally pleased – I was the one who’d disarmed the shaman and ultimately caused it …

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Aug 18

Chapter 4: Part 8 – The Shaman Falls

There are times when it pays to be cautious of one’s allies, to study their motives and try to rely on them as little as possible. There are also times when circumstances spiral out of your control and you need all the help you can get. Times like now, when I was confronted by an …

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Aug 04

Chapter 4: Part 7 – ‘Can We Kill It?’

I hadn’t seen Zurra in weeks, but there she was, as brazen as ever. Zurra, whose experiments for the Inquest had caused untold destruction. Zurra, who had killed my master and wanted nothing better than to see me dead. Well, the feeling was certainly mutual. Which put me in something of a tricky situation. Weir, …

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Jul 21

Chapter 4: Part 6 – Elementals and Energies

The night was cool and silent, the dew of early autumn coating the grass in a filigree of glimmering drops and silver spiderwebs. A bright moon was peeking through a tattered veil of clouds, casting flickering shadows across the uneven ground. Shadows through which we crept, single-file, following Blaise’s lead. In any other situation, I …

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Jul 07

Chapter 4: Part 5 – Traitors and Deserters

I had never noticed, until that day on the hillside in Harathi Hinterlands, just how loud birdsong could be. The creatures were trilling all around us, pleased with the sunshine and the gently swaying trees and whatever else it is birds like. I could hear them because everything else was silent, the tension surrounding our …

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