Gaven_Morren
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He's gone. Dragon take it all. I curl into a corner and cry.
8:12 PM Nov 1st
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"Perhaps the Saints can help you, but I strongly doubt it. It would be a waste of your time to try. Good luck to you." he walks away. "No!"
8:11 PM Nov 1st
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"Goodbye, Gaven. You were an entertaining Exile, but you're finished. And better men than you have 'disappeared' in such a fashion."
8:07 PM Nov 1st
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"You FUCK! You spineless git of a three-legged goat! You pox-ridden spawn of a jackal! You bastard sack of dragon dung! You can't do this!"
8:05 PM Nov 1st
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"I'm sorry, Gaven. even if I were inclined to do so, I am forbidden from interfering in this. You are in the hands of other Shadows now."
8:01 PM Nov 1st
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"Are you done gloating yet?" I say. I try to keep from growling. "You're right, I was wrong. Can we put that behind us and get me out now?"
7:58 PM Nov 1st
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"How little you valued it! How often you scorned it! And now, right when you need it most, you are without it. Look where it's gotten you."
7:55 PM Nov 1st
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"My protection, freely given for such a minor favor, the barest hint of compensation for the incredible risk I took on your behalf."
7:53 PM Nov 1st
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"And now you're the victim of forces you cannot understand and cannot fight, bereft of the protection that spared you before. MY protection.
7:51 PM Nov 1st
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"Did you really think that some minor magic maze, a few redcaps, and a band of thugs were the worst the Shadows had to offer?"
7:50 PM Nov 1st
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"Poor Gaven. You spent so much effort spitting in my face, only to realize now what it was I was protecting you from."
7:48 PM Nov 1st
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It takes a moment to sink in. "What!?" "You *do* understand the concept of No, don't you? After all the help I offered, which you rejected?"
7:44 PM Nov 1st
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"No."
7:41 PM Nov 1st
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"Look, I don't care what it costs me, Naros. You win. I'll do whatever you ask, just get me out of this hole!" I grit my teeth.
7:40 PM Nov 1st
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There's a liquid chuckle. "Oh, my! Gaven Morren, actually *begging* me for help. What's the matter, my friend? What can I do for you?"
7:38 PM Nov 1st
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I scramble up to the hole, peeking through. I can just barely make him out. "Naros! Please! I'll do whatever you want, just get me out!"
7:29 PM Nov 1st
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Finally! There's the clink of his silver chain, on the other side of the cave-in. I catch a whiff of rose perfume over the dank sewer air.
7:26 PM Nov 1st
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One minute passed. Five. Ten. I'm beginning to think he's not going to come."Naros! By God and The Dragon, Naros, please! I need your help!"
12:25 AM Nov 1st
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"Naros! Naros of miir! I summon you! Please!" Well, there's the call. Now I wait.
12:23 AM Nov 1st
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Naros. I could call on Naros. I'd owe him. I hate the thought, but not more than that of my skeleton mouldering aware here, unknown for ages
12:22 AM Nov 1st
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- Name Tale of The Exile
- Location Miir, the City of Shadows
- Web http://talesofthe...
- Bio Follow the adventures of Gaven Morren, a luckless thief as he tries to escape Miir, the City of Shadows. An ongoing Tweetnovel on Twitter.
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