PAINTINGS FRAMED IN HALF-LIGHT
No mercy from my mind tonight.
I stand in a glade and imagine it drowning in sights unreal. Grass melts. Rocks swirl into twisted faces. Leaves turn to liquid and drip down branches, bleeding into pools.
The moon is a closed eye.
Brush in hand, my ethereal palette emerges.
Memories resurface.
I repaint, relive...
MILIO'S SUPER-SPECIAL ADVENTURE REPORTS
Greetings, family! It is I, Milio, with my first official Adventure Report! I can't believe it's been three whole days since I left home. I made it safely to my first village and I'm ready to sleep in a REAL bed tonight. No more jungle floor! I can smell dinner too, mmm... (But your cooking is way better, Mamá! Yours too, Meli!)
AN INTIMATE EVENING AT OYSTER BILL'S
You will know joy
You will be a hero
And you will pass into legend as all great heroes do
The only price I ask for such treasures
Is you
—The Cycle of Ashlesh: Chapter Ten, Verse Seven
THE BOYS AND BOMBOLINI
There existed, among the multitude of disgusting Bilgewater shipping warehouses filled with rusted knives and arms-length carnivorous rats, one Bilgewater shipping warehouse devoid of such things. Owned by a Piltovan arms dealer whose relative was recently murdered (and skinned and stuffed into a dockside horror house)
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