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Swords and Oysters; Open to 1-2 others!
Topic Started: Sun Sep 3, 2017 7:00 pm (452 Views)
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So this is how I die. Funny, I never thought it'd be this way... always thought Death would come for me in the cold, lonely cloak of night, and with the sharp greeting of a stiletto in my gut...

A single bead of sweat trickled down his forehead in lazy agony, navigating the furrows of his creased forehead, deftly avoiding the trap of enthusiastically bushy salt-and-pepper eyebrows, and slipping, sliding, with an impish tickle, to the very tip of his nose. It clung for a moment, vibrating in the shallow breaths from his nostrils, before accelerating over the precipice and into his scraggled gray mustache. Ioann Gregori licked it away, nerves long since gone to hell.

"... can see why you've given me cause for consternation, ya?"

'Red' Yuri Viskovien's thick, callused fingers twitched with barely restrained annoyance over the remains of a plate of oyster shells. Butter greased his fingertips. Viskovien, without taking his eyes from Ioann, absent-mindedly held out his hands for a kerchief. The pinched face toadie sitting next to him responded with practiced efficiency, dabbing away the mess with a white linen kerchief produced from nowhere.

"When I ask for a favor, I expect it to be done. Correctly. And on time. When I pay someone for it, my standards are appropriately higher," Viskovien paused for a moment. "Stop, damn you!" he suddenly roared at his assistant, withdrawing his hands with undue violence.

Ioann stole the moment to respond.

"There were... complications, Mr. Viskovien. Complications that I had no way of knowing-"

"No way of knowing what, exactly? That the Constabulary would actually verify documents stamped with the Seal of the Marquise? That your shoddy mistake would send three of my men to freeze in some gods-forsaken penal colony in the wastes of the North? What have you been doing recently, Ioann? Surely you haven't been hiding in your hole the entirety of the past year!"

Ioann's knees felt weak. The cold sweat of his armpits threatened to make him shiver. With titanic effort, he gulped back both the nausea in his stomach and the cold, growing pit of fear that had taken refuge there since Viskovien's messenger had commanded his presence at the restaurant only an hour earlier. He wasn't ready to move to the acceptance phase of death yet. Seemed too sudden, somehow.

Viskovien sneered, then shucked another oyster, erupting congealing butter over the sausages of his digits. He slurped up the gray, silvery mollusk with abandon, licked his lips, then cast the mottled shell atop the rest.

"I am a generous man, ya?" he began again, with a cruel smile that only seemed darker beneath the sodden black, well-trimmed mustache above it, "and I will grant that men of your... age - and demeanor - are perhaps ill-suited to the rigors of our old life in this new Balefire that Karstoff insists upon creating.”"

Ioann's breath stopped in his throat. May I yet live?

"You have skills, Ioann, I do not seek to deny them of you. But times are different now, ya? The constables do not bend for silver as they used to. I cannot alchemie a jailor's iron key for gold, nor transform a guillotine to garland. Whatever this 'Taming' is, it's the new way of things, and we must adapt. Your documents must be flawless."

He put an edge to the word, and it felt far too much like a knife back to Ioann’s throat.

"So. What I will grant you is one more chance, ya? I need a shipping manifest created for a Cascadian vessel. Copy everything as is, with one exception. Add one Ondarri heirloom blade, 4 lbs weight, somewhere in the middle of an Istani merchant's belongings."

"Of course, Mr. Viskovien. The ship departs at first light, I am to assume? I can acquire and substitute toni-"

"No, Ioann, I would not grant you such a simple request to atone for your failures. This vessel - The Valiance - lands tomorrow morning. In Balefire, bound from Cascadia. It is likely still many leagues out, as you have a number of hours until dawn."

Viskovien picked up another oyster, eyes still locked on Ioann. Ioann gulped again.

"I would suggest you make haste, ya?"
Edited by Ioann, Tue Sep 5, 2017 12:32 am.
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The City of Balefire: once it was the home of many a crook and thief. It still was, but things had to be much more subtle these days, owing to the reclamation attempts by the local authorities. The last time a certain young woman could remember being here, was almost seven years ago, when she teamed up with an assassin to, quite literally, burn out a den of smugglers and slavers. Freedom was a precious gift, and those who took it from others by force were considered by some to be the lowest of the low.

She sat on a bench along a main road, indifferent to the night, or the lanterns that combated it. Her eyes were covered by an elegant blindfold, and multiple streaks of scars peeked out from its edges, along with a black line like a tattoo on each side that one might assume led to her eyes. A primitive design of an eye was on her forehead, uncovered by her wavy red hair. All over her face and body were more scars, some so large one might wonder how someone could survive such an injury. She was average in height and build, and she wore modest clothing, save for the low neckline, which revealed little of her smaller chest. The corset of her dress was made from thick leather, desperately trying to improve assets beyond what they were capable of. Two black gloves hung from her waist, only they were made of thin, dark steel plates rather than leather. Her feet were bare, and brown leggings came to her ankles, the skirt of her dress stopping mid-thigh. She wore a few trinkets and amulets around her neck, but otherwise nothing of high value seemed to be on her person, save perhaps the violin that hung from a case strapped to her back.

She sat in silence, the blind woman's sharp ears soaking in all that was happening around her. Maybe the city would be quiet, and maybe it wouldn't. Only time would tell, in the City of Balefire.
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Viskovien's men ushered him out of the restaurant through a sidedoor to a narrow alleyway - and then to the pavement of said alleyway - with surprising professionalism, allowing for only a meager handful of cuffs and kicks, and those few all well between his neck and waist.

True gentlemen among thugs.

Ioann staggered to his feet and limped out into a sidestreet. He was only a few blocks from King's Cross, and then just a short walk back to his apartment, though time, it seemed, was determined to get the better of him. Viskovien's task was simply... impossible. Impossible, even if he'd had a team at his disposal and time to meticulously plan. But Ioann was no demagogue to begin with, and the debacle with the tar shipment had earned him no more allies.

And as he shuffled forward through the eerie twilight that seemed perpetually resident in Balefire, the cold fear in his belly seemed only to rouse from its hibernation. There were just too many tasks, too many unknowns, and not enough favors to call in. He was reasonably certain he could prepare the document, given access to the original, though boarding a Cascadian merchant vessel, gaining access to her shipping manifest - no doubt secured in the captain's berth - and escaping unnoticed seemed... simply impossible.

So caught in his thoughts, Ioann didn't notice the figure sitting alone on a bench off King's Cross until he nearly tripped over his own feet to avoid theirs. He stumbled back, started to murmur an apology, but his breath caught for just a moment in his throat. It - she - was blind, disfigured, with twisted scars and tattoos decorating her visible skin, a violin casually slung over her shoulder. She radiated a calm assurance that Ioann, even at a glance, found himself deeply jealous of.

So he coughed a little uncertainly, then barked up that too-slow apology.

"Miss... er, Madame, if you would excuse me. I was just... lost in thought. I failed to notice you there. The fault is mine."
Edited by Ioann, Tue Sep 5, 2017 12:44 am.
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Silnimare chuckled at the stumbling of a stranger over her feet, not paying attention to where he was going. She chuckled at his apology, waving his words away with her hand in a friendly gesture.

"There is no fault to take. I am not hurt, and therefore all is well."


She continued facing ahead, not betraying the face that she could sense exactly where he was, down to the position of each finger. She smiled warmly, her cold, corpse-like lips lifting in a smirk.

"Might I ask what has one such as you in such a state of concern? I have no obligations or plans, and perhaps I might be of assistance. What troubles you, good sir? One perk of blindness: I make for a good listener."


Could she have read his mind? Yes. Would she? Of course not. Silnimare valued the ideals of freedom, and unless someone wished her harm, their thoughts should remain their own.
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The blindfolded woman's smile was chilling. Ioann had the distinct impression this was no ordinary troubadour, come to rest her feet between gigs.

"State of concern? Ah, yes," Ioann cleared his throat once and rubbed a nervous hand over his mustachioed lip, "My patron has given me a job of particular importance-"

Careful, Ioann. No telling if she's a constable...

"-with further - employment - contingent upon success."

It's true, if understated. One needs further life to engage in further employment, after all...

Feeling a surge of boldness faced with Viskovien's unforgiving task that, in Ioann's estimation, would certainly end in his murder, he spoke again.

"In fact, it is one that I could use some assistance in, if your skills align with what needs doing, Madame -?"

Rationality justified his question a moment after he asked it.

Better to die with my name on the crowd's lips by the Marquise's guillotine than bleeding out and forgotten in some back alley.
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Silnimare laughed aloud at the man's hesitance. She hesitated to read his mind, but given where she was, she could guess. She chuckled, and slipped her fingers into her corset, and pulled out a small emblem.

"I have some authority, but it's nowhere near here; nor am I on the job, so relax."

She stood, slipping her hands into the metal gloves that hung from her belt. She flexed her hands briefly, before asking in a gentle tone,

"So tell me what it is you need. I could find out myself, but I'm in a good mood, so I'll skip that step. Tell me what is the problem, and I'll tell you if I can help. It's that simple. If I can't? I'll be on my way. How does that sound, stranger?"
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"I need-" Ioann paused for a moment, considering how best to phrase his request. The stranger's response seemed to indicate she would know whether he was lying or telling truth, so he kept it simple.

"-transportation, maybe more. There's an airship, The Valiance, that will land in Balefire tomorrow morning. I need to be on it, tonight."

In case it wasn't obvious, he added, "I don't know what's on the ship, but whatever they're transporting, it must be too sensitive - or too valuable - to use the scorch line. Which means it's probably well guarded. I'm not a fighter, as you can see," he wiggled his thin, ink-stained fingers, clearly better suited to pen than sword, and explained, "I... I deal in documents of fluid legality."

He let further clarification hang in the air between them. The admission wouldn't be enough to put him under a guillotine, at least, if this partnership fell through.

"And I'm pretty good at it."

Excepting the tar incident, of course. Viskovien was right. It was a careless, rush job.

"But the kicker is," he cleared his throat and gave her a nervous smile, "I can't even pay you for it."
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Silnimare thought for a moment, still unsure of what was going on. Clearly the man was involved in some... less than savory business, forgery at the least. But that wasn't Sil's problem. So long as people weren't being robbed of choice or freedom in her eyes, it was a gray area. She crossed an arm across her chest, tapping her chin with the other metal-clad hand.

"I'm inclined to help you. But first I must know two things. The first, is what exactly is your goal once aboard? I would assume the... alteration of certain documents, given what you have said of your skill set. If that is all, I will help. Second, what is your name?"

Her lips then twisted into a smirk, although whether it hinted of cruelty or dark amusement, it was hard to tell.

"I'm not worried about money, friend. I gave up such concerns long ago. Think nothing of it, save perhaps a means to a new friend."
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Ioann sighed and unconsciously dropped his gaze from her bemused expression.

"Yes, alteration of documents. That's it, as far as I'm concerned. An addition, if you can believe it, to the ship's manifest," he replied, looking at her once more. "Though addition can be as deleterious as its counterpart, when reputations and lawyers get involved."

He glanced about, suddenly wary of their conversation behind overheard. The section of King's Cross where they stood was quiet. That didn’t mean their meeting wasn't being observed and recorded by constables or rivals, or even Viskovien himself. Despite what ol' Red had implied, Ioann had been aware of Balefire's crackdown on its own dark underbelly this past year. The Taming had amplified his already considerable baseline paranoia.

"My name is Ioann Gregori. Please, come with me to a quieter place to talk. We don't have much time, and the streets here are not safe."
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Silnimare nodded with a smile, and said,

"Well, my name is Silnimare, around here they call me the Blind Bard. I have a better idea, let's talk on the way there."

With that, two wings seeming to be made from diamond scales sprung from her back, and she reached out to grab Ioann. If he was willing, she would carry him into the sky, to start hunting this ship. Silnimare had an absurd amount of physical strength, so she would be in no danger of dropping him, or anything of the sort.
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“On the way there-?”

Too late Ioann saw her reach out to him. He stumbled back, but not before the front of his shirt and threadbare gray cravat were caught within her vice-like grasp, and they shot upward into the black sky. The dizzying acceleration and rush of air drew the breath from Ioann's lungs, and he let out a staccato of exclamation. He felt the familiar fear of Viskovien, of failure, of death, slip away like the passing clouds as they rose.

Not even Viskovien can find me here!

"Your... initiative... is appreciated!" he finally shouted over the wind when he could breathe again. "But I don't have The Valiance’s flight plans. Can you get us out of Balefire's gloom?!"

While flying was not his preferred method of transportation, Ioann had enough experience looking at Balefire from the sky that he felt reasonably certain he could direct them north by northwest along the main Cascadian air routes. If Viskovien knew the vessel was coming from Cascadia, he was willing to bet the flight plans agreed.

But why does Red want me to plant a fictional Ondarri blade on an Istani merchant coming from Cascadia?

Perhaps there were subtleties here than he did not yet appreciate.
Edited by Ioann, Mon Sep 11, 2017 1:15 am.
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(OOC: I have very limited availability through September 17 due to an out-of-town trip for a wedding. I may be able to manage a short post or two, but in the interim please feel free to auto Pyx if it helps keep things moving.)

Pyx awoke in darkness, his tall frame contorted uncomfortably between the ship's narrow bulkheads. The rest of the crew breathed softly in their sleep throughout the bunkroom, and at first Pyx assumed he had awoken early. But as consciousness trickled through his dreamy thoughts he recalled that they were due to arrive in Balefire, and it may very well be morning. He reached out to check his watch, but of course he couldn't see to tell the time.

As quietly as he could, Pyx rolled out of his bunk, grabbed his pants off the floor, and walked barefoot towards the ladder that led above deck. The darkness was impenetrable, and as Pyx hopped along half-pantsed he bashed his head on an unseen overhead beam and tripped on someone's shoes, landing heavily against the ladder. Several disgruntled noises emanated from the room as people stirred, but fortunately no one could see to identify Pyx as the source of the offending clamour.

Pyx emerged on deck, nursing several bruises, and saw that the Valiance flew through a skyless dark. There were no stars, or moon, or city lights below. It was unsettling, as if they were nowhere surrounded by nothing, save for the wind and the creaking of the ship that belied their movement through the black. The sailors had strung lanterns upon the ship's masts, bow, stern, and railings, but their light dimmed quickly in the gloom. He approached one of the lanterns and held up his watch; the sun had risen an hour past.

Eager for his first glimpse of Balefire, Pyx donned a heavy knitted cap and scarf and made his way to the bow of the airship. Soon there was a shout from the crow's nest as the lookout spotted the guiding fairy lights that led the way through the gloomwood to the Balefire airship docks. Pyx peered intently at the lights below, straining to see the city of lanterns, but moments later someone clapped him on the shoulder and he turned to see Rainer Elysmoor, the ship's owner. Rainer gestured at Pyx to follow him; there was work to be done.

They each took one of the many lanterns stored in cabinets throughout the ship for use on journeys to Balefire, and Rainer led Pyx below deck. The cargo hold on the Valiance was massive; in truth Pyx had not sailed upon such a large ship before. Rainer used a key from the ring on his belt to open one of the holds, and they entered a room filled with grain. "Well Pyx, your uncle tells me you've some skill at your trade. I'd say it's time to earn your keep." He handed Pyx a thick roll of parchment.

Pyx, having worked to balance Rainer's record books most days he'd been on board, panicked. Oh no, he thought, his eyes widening. He knows I have business meetings in Balefire, I can't possibly assist with unloading the cargo! He'd more than earned his keep on board the ship, what reason could Rainer possibly have for giving him more work? Tentatively, he unrolled the parchment, and his eyes widened even further. It was the shipping manifest. The complete, original shipping manifest. Son of a holy goat.

Rainer smiled. "You'll be overseeing all transactions, starting with our arrival at the customs office," He paused, seeming to enjoy Pyx's obvious state of panic.

"But..." Pyx stuttered. "But... what about Jaden?" Surely the ship's senior merchant would be handling everything, as was his responsibility.

"Stomach bug. He's been puking his guts out over the stern since last night. Looks as if he'll be useless for days. Opportunity of a lifetime for you, I'd say."

He was right, of course. If Pyx could pull this off without screwing it up and gained Rainer's reference, he would have no trouble finding work on just about any merchant airship in Imythess.

......Crap.

"All right," he agreed with a wince. "Thanks for the opportunity, sir."

"Excellent," said Rainer, his eyes twinkling. "Not to worry, lad, I have every confidence that this will go smoothly. We'll be landing within a few hours. Go ahead and disembark and take the ship's papers to the customs office for approval. Once that's done, get to work overseeing the offloading of cargo. With luck it won't take more than a couple of days."

Pyx suppressed a sigh, and tucked the papers into his coat pocket. If he could get through customs quickly enough, he could find someone to run a message to his contacts in town, and reschedule his meetings before he missed them altogether.

They left the cargo hold and headed back onto the deck, where Pyx anxiously awaited their arrival.

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He didn't hear the threads of his shirt and cravat tear, so it was both unexpected - and altogether unpleasant - when they snapped violently apart. His guts ascended with cruel alacrity to his throat and as he fell, he stretched his arms upwards toward Silnimare with futile panic.

"Silnima-aahhhh!"

Falling through the sky over Balefire was disorienting. There was utter darkness from everywhere but below, where the orange glow of a hundred thousand lanterns grew steadily stronger. It was a dreamlike experience, rather like tumbling headlong into the open maw of some great black dragon. Down he went through the beast's throat as it exhaled its foul, urban breath and stole the gasps from his lips.

Worst were all the inane thoughts that rushed into a mind faced with certain death. Shouldn't he be panicking? Praying? Bargaining with demons?

Well, I guess ol' Viskovien won't get his way on this one... Bastard's luck finally ran out!

Wonder what he'll do to me when he finds me? Doubt there'll be much left of me to do anything with...

How long will this take, exactly?

...and why am I growing impatient?

Hmm... feeling a bit hungry. Could go for Sal's famous meatloaf right about now...

Wonder what Sal's doing at this hour? Probably up and cooking, no doubt...


And then with a great CRACK! the fall was over. And the darkness was complete.



Slowly, gingerly, Ioann opened his eyes, expecting to see heaven or hell or even nothing at all. He tried to move but found his extremities trapped in heavy, stiff fabric of rough character. Rather like... canvas?

A vice grip at his ankle tore him from his berth and into the open air. He came to rest hanging suspended a pace or so over the dark wood of an airship's deck, staring upside-down at a very unpleasant-looking woman of unsavory character and impressive forearm strength.

"Just what the [removed] are you doing in my sheets, human?" she spat through thin, pale lips. "You nearly took down the whole mizzen!"

A gaunt, sneering face was stretched across her skull, with shadows collecting themselves in the hollows beneath piercing dark eyes. When she spoke, Ioann caught sight of an ugly mouthful of very sharp, very long teeth.

Ioann coughed. She was standing stock-still on the boom and held him at the ankle with a single outstretched hand.

"Th-thanks for catching me?" he tried.

"[removed]ing humans..."

Then she dropped him on his face.
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The Valiance descended slowly, following the path of fairy lights that guided the way to Balefire. Her speed was less than half of normal, in order to allay the risk that they might collide with another ship in the gloomwood. Pyx stood on the foredeck, watching the shadows of sailors dance upon the wooden boards in the lantern light as the crew scrambled to furl the mainsail and prepare the ship for docking. His thoughts were adrift, focused on the job ahead and carefully planning how to complete his assignment efficiently so that he could resume his business in Balefire as soon as possible.

Shouts from the ship's crew returned his attention to the present. Many of the other merchants on board had joined him on deck, and several were pointing into the sky and exclaiming wildly. Pyx was slow to comprehend the situation, having been paying absolutely no attention. He turned to the nearest passenger to ask. "Sorry, what-"

"PIRATES!" someone shouted. There was a sudden, deafening roar of wind as another ship came into view, traveling the opposite direction and passing so close to the Valiance that Pyx could see the shocked faces of her crew. All of the passengers screamed and dove for the deck, anticipating a collision, but the helmsmen somehow managed to turn away in time. Pyx realized that someone's boot was planted upon his back, and he had a splinter where his nose was pressed against the deck. Ow.

He looked up to a chaotic flurry of passengers fleeing for their lives. That seemed a reasonable idea, except he couldn't think of any place aboard where he could hide that pirates wouldn't think to look. Behind the foremast seemed as good as any place, for the moment.

The captain was busily shouting orders to the crew, among other expletives. "@)*$&! Think they'll take this ship, do 'e? I'd like to see 'em try!" Pyx gulped. It sounded like the captain would, actually, like to see them try. "Bloody vampires're going to regret crossing the threshold of this ship, yessir!"

...Vampires?

Nope. Nope, nope, nope... Pyx bolted for the nearest door that led belowdecks, thinking of the deepest darkest corner of the hold where he could hide. But someone grabbed his collar just as he was passing through the door. "Where do you think you're going, there, lad? Got a job to do, don't 'e?"

Pyx would have responded with an extremely eloquent reason why he was urgently needed belowdecks, except that the crewman was half-choking him with his own coat. He gasped, tried to escape but failed, and found himself being half-dragged along the deck and tossed with several other passengers and crew before the lieutenant commander in charge of the ship's militia. The ship was well-defended, but they were about to be raided, and all hands were needed on deck. He'd missed his chance to escape.

The ship's lanterns flickered, and Pyx felt the ship lurch as it turned sharply. The lieutenant commander smiled eagerly in anticipation, and Pyx shuddered.
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Ioann came-to face down atop unyielding wooden floorboards. It was completely and utterly dark. Expecting to find himself bound, he was pleasantly surprised to move his limbs freely. He sat up, feeling every blooming bruise in his face, and lifted a hand to gingerly probe his cheek and orbit.

Nothing seems broken.

It was only then that he realized he was not alone. In the confined, black quarters, the smothering scent and heat of too many bodies racked over him. He heard a multitude of staggered, shallow breathing, felt the closeness of others just beyond his touch.

“So. You’re awake,” called out a disembodied voice in the darkness.

Ioann stiffened at the sound. He screwed up his eyes, trying in vain to see who had spoken.

“You used to be a human? You must be totally blind in here now.”

“Used to be?”

Ioann’ adrenals gave a fresh surge of epinephrine that nearly sent him to jitters.

“Yeah. We’re all sheep now,” the voice replied. “Mew.”

Ioann stood carefully, catching his head with a sharp rap on the low ceiling, then crouched down on hands and knees. He ambled forward. Each time he bumped a warm body or brushed against some shred of fabric, his body twitched with involuntary fear, and he redirected his course.

“Sheep don’t mew,” he replied, feeling his way forward, to the side, anywhere but sitting still.

“Oh. Right. Baaa...”

Somehow he found a wall and started to trace it around to a corner, then another, path impeded by prone, barely responsive forms that occasionally let out pitiful, sleepy moans as he passed.

“What are you looking for?”

“A door.”

Ioann used the silence to trace another wall with his hands. He stumbled over a pair of forms lying carelessly atop one another, then continued his search.

“...why?”

The question brought him to a sudden halt.

Why? Why!? How can that even be a question?!

Instead he replied, “To get out of here.”

There was no response. Ioann shook his head with fear and incredulity, then crept forward again. His fingers suddenly jammed into vertical split and small horizontal gap along the wall. The door! He stood cautiously and felt around where the handle should be. As his fingers closed around the cool metal knob, he ground his teeth, praying that somehow it would not be locked.

It opened outward with ease.

It wasn’t even locked?

“Mind closing that on your way?” called out the voice.

As he stepped into the empty space of the similarly sin-dark hallway, the vessel turned sharply, and he was thrown into the opposite wall. The door whipped open, then rebounded shut with a slam. He heard echoes of activity from down the hall. Slipping back to his feet, Ioann started toward the barest glimmer of a new yellow-orange light that, in any darkness other than complete, would have been invisible.
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