Protected: Airship Crew Bios
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The Hidden Blossom technically never closed, but all the patrons had left about an hour ago, being respectful of Eve’s time and worsening condition. Eve sat in her “office,” a…
The hold of the Requiem was Dusan’s sanctuary of order and decay. Here, the chaos of the biomass was harnessed, the jagged shards of corrupted Spectrocite humming with a malevolent,…
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The port of Cinder-Fell was a miserable place. The air was thick with the sulfurous ash of the dormant volcano it was built upon, and for the past three days,…
The airship’s galley was a cramped, steaming sanctuary, a pocket of warmth against the high-altitude chill that seeped through the hull. Sarka stood at the small stove, her movements economical…
The door to his private chambers slid open with a pneumatic hiss, the sound grating on Dusan’s already frayed nerves. The bridge had been a symphony of minor crises—a failing…
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