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Justice is Color-Blind Ch.12

September 17, 2009
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Dhurka and Glag flew up out of the crevasse, shrieking in fury. They redoubled their attack. The Grandmaster raged. In the darkness, Neniel’s light blazed ever brighter.
There was no choice but to Smite the UnJust Evil before her.
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The manacles dissolved. Gavriel’s eyes flew open. In an instant, he took in [...]

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Justice is Color-Blind Ch.11

September 10, 2009
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Dhurka and Glag hit the ground rolling. No one noticed. Torrents of flame poured from the mouth of the Red Quean. Leigh and Gavriel were hard pressed to hold the fire at bay, while Vi and Drang were desperately searching for an opening.
“We made it,” Glag hissed gleefully.
“Quickly, while the Red Quean [...]

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Justice is Color-Blind Ch.10

September 3, 2009
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“Give me back my son,” Leigh screamed at the Archbishop. A bolt of white hot light slashed across the intervening space.
The Archbishop batted it aside with one negligent wave of his hand.
“Oh, I don’t think so. I will play you for him, however.”
“For both of them.” Vi’s voice was as steely as [...]

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Justice is Color-Blind Ch.9

August 27, 2009
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The Sanctuary of the Bishopric was peaceful. Peaceful gardens of stone, intricate mazes of black and white, and a vast array of tombs, mausoleums, gravestones and cathedrals turned this level into a labyrinth of cold, dead, beauty. The Grand Heirophantic Plaza was a wide, checkered field, growing grass in both black and white.
Here and [...]

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The Truth Hurts

August 25, 2009
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The following is a TwitFic Edition Short Story featuring Gavriel and Vi.  It appears here almost exactly as it did on Twitter.  One Tweet was posted per day.
TTH1 – Gavriel quirked his left eyebrow. “You call that a sword?” Vi tossed her hair. “You call those magic hands?” G: Bytche V: Quean #GnV
TTH2 – The bandits [...]

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Justice is Color-Blind Ch.8

August 20, 2009
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“What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Wait, where exactly is here?” Vi glanced around, disoriented.
“Nevermind what you’re doing here,” Leigh snapped, “what am I doing here? Where’s Drang?”
“Mother?” Leibrev stood up.
The young man had been sitting against the wall, behind the spot where Leigh had materialized. [...]

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Justice is Color-Blind Ch.7

August 13, 2009
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“The Power of Justice? Seriously?”
Let me tell you a story. There once was a young man named…
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The Grandmaster laughed. No longer dry with disuse, the laugh roiled form his lips, dark and rich. Plans within plans within plans played out across three separate levels of gameplay. His attention was [...]

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Justice is Color-Blind Ch.6

August 6, 2009
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“A little help here, if you wouldn’t mind,” Vi grunted.
The swordswoman was straining to lift a massive stone slab. So far as they could tell, it was a sort of door, blocking the entrance to the next level. Vi had managed to lift it perhaps a foot off of the ground. Dhurka [...]

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Justice is Color-Blind Ch.5

July 30, 2009
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There was no movement. The cavern was dark, still and silent. Even the sword was speechless. Gavriel, Vi and Dhurka stood motionless in the darkness, as still as statues. Well, statues of the non-animated, non-ches-playing variety.
Gavriel’s head turned, a jerky, stiff motion. His jaw worked soundlessly for a few moments [...]

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Justice is Color-Blind Ch.4

July 23, 2009
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Gavriel and Vi stared at the sword.
What? What is it? Do I have a rust spot?
The sword sounded anxious. Most swords did not sound anxious. Most swords did not sound anything other than, well, steely. Then again, most swords did not speak.
Vi found her voice first.
“Ah, no, no rust [...]

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