Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter IX: The WestRim Party

“The Wayn building is a small city” Mads started excitedly.

Lukas steeled himself for what was sure to be an overly exuberant briefing on the target structure, but Mads had managed to get his hands on the blueprints and had the best knowledge of local security countermeasures.

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Wordslingin'

On the downside, the plot didn’t advance too much last night. On the upside, there was a ton of exposition. …Actually, I’m not sure that’s an upside. It seems like it’ll only lead to more complications.

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Wordslingin'

The bad news is, we’ve lost all our leads on the webble. The good news is, we may have picked up some new ones. It involves a party. Of course it does.

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Wordslingin'

The plot thickens! This week, we discover that there may be a third party in play in the hunt for the webbled dog, that Torgath’s NGIS ex-girlfriend is definitely not done with him, and that old friends can come in very handy.

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Lyonnesse

In the UMF, success is everything. And no place displays that ethic more than the capital,
Lyonnesse. 

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Wordslingin'

Into the North! In this week’s session, we followed the webbled dog to the city of Mainz, where the grass is lush, the walls are stone, and the organized crime is active. Highly, highly active...

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Wordslingin'

Into the trenches! Quite literally, in fact. This week we followed the webbled dog into the Westridge Trench, headed north to Mainz. The only question is, will we be able to follow it once it crosses the border?

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Koreshi Chronicles - Chapter IX: Amor Vincit

21 Spring 1928 – Jan Mayen

Light streamed through their hotel window as it overlooked the square. Lyta caught glimpses of the early-morning Perfect Form practitioners as they started their routine. The bed was soft beneath her, the first real bed she’d slept in for half a season, but it didn’t stop her stomach or her arms from aching. She closed her eyes and traced the pattern of the bedspread with her fingertips.

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