Requiem Shard

Deliverance Dawn was slowly breaking, casting hints of sunlight onto the sleeping rooftops. However, the roads were quite tenebrous still, enough for Quincy to leave his house heavily camouflaged and not be pestered by the drowsy White Cloak on watch. As soon as he covered his nose with a cupped ha...

Everything in the room was refined, from the murals hanging on the walls to the dark wooden table between Quincy and the mercenary leader. He replayed in his head what took place when he set foot in their headquarters. The entrance hall of the building instilled within him just what he expected: a ...

It was impossible not to feel like a speck of dust surrendered to the wind. All of his plans slipped between his fingers, leaving Quincy in a bind that defied his entire modus operandi. One would think a bard would choose to face the music. However, that wasn't a sentence in one of his books to imp...

He cast one last look around, his travel coat folded over one forearm. There was only so much time to etch in his mind a picture of his favorite room in that house. Even though the decoration suited him, the atelier was something else: tidy, but not too much; messy, yet just enough to stir that cre...

His trusted satchel wouldn't cut it this time. For this trip, nothing less substantial than a backpack would do. It lay open on a chair, the neat stack of provisions carefully wrapped and tucked on the bottom. Quincy was no hunter, so he needed to manage his nourishment very closely lest there was ...

The docks were becoming his go-to place for reflection, the placid waters lapping slowly as they mirrored him. Quincy didn't really want to be bothered by anyone, and the northeast corner of the Fort was seldom remembered: other than the loading crew handling the next shipment headed to the Pass, i...

When someone introduces themself with such a curious moniker, it's better to keep one's ears open: you never know where the next story might come from. She couldn't have seen more than thirty summers, but already carried herself with such confidence and detachment! Either the name she gave Quincy m...

More and more his wardrobe irked him. Even though he still cherished the varied hues available when he opened his armoire, Quincy couldn't deny he was irrevocably used to softer fabric, more intricate weaving. Most of the apparel he had at his disposal was slowly but surely proving to be subpar, so...

The man following Quincy back home was a sore slap in his face, one of many he would need to put to rest his preconceived notions about most things. When he thought of a priest, the first image that struck his mind was that of a placid, presentable person with an aura of kindness and maybe boredom....

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