Chapter 5.26 L

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Released on: Oct. 6, 2018, 11:41 a.m.

Last edited: March 16, 2023, 6:05 p.m.

Book: Blood of Liscor (8)

Most mentioned character

268 mentions

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
Lyonette du Marquin	180
Erin Solstice	98
Krshia Silverfang	45

Most mentioned class

20 mentions

[Princess]

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
[Barmaid]	10
[Sergeant]	3
[Necromancer]	2

Most mentioned skill

1 mentions

[Flawless Attempt]

Most mentioned location

7 mentions

Liscor

Some honourable mentions

Name	Count
Celum	2
Ruins of Albez	1
The Wandering Inn	1

Mentions

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Name	Text
Pawn	In the depths of the Hive, Pawn heard her approach. Her footsteps were soft and she walked slowly. He didn’t move.
Pawn	Pawn was curled up into a ball as if he were sleeping. Only, he wasn’t. He was just like this now. The curl wasn’t just physical, it was in his heart.
Lyonette du Marquin	He’d hurt Lyonette. Made her angry at him. She probably never wanted to see him again. He’d made her cry. Again.
[Princess]	He’d just been trying to help. What had he done wrong? He just wanted to give her back her class. She was a [Princess]. Had been a [Princess]. Why didn’t she want her class back? Why, why, why—
[Princess]	He’d just been trying to help. What had he done wrong? He just wanted to give her back her class. She was a [Princess]. Had been a [Princess]. Why didn’t she want her class back? Why, why, why—
Erin Solstice	And now Erin was here. Pawn listened as she walked towards him. Close now. He shivered but didn’t move. He didn’t want her here. She might be able to move him.
Pawn	And now Erin was here. Pawn listened as she walked towards him. Close now. He shivered but didn’t move. He didn’t want her here. She might be able to move him.
Pawn	He wanted her here. Pawn felt his thoughts jumbling in his head. He told himself not to move. Not moving was easy. No matter what she did he wouldn’t move. He stubbornly thought that as Erin paused.
Erin Solstice	He wanted her here. Pawn felt his thoughts jumbling in his head. He told himself not to move. Not moving was easy. No matter what she did he wouldn’t move. He stubbornly thought that as Erin paused.
Pawn	What was she doing? He could feel her eyes on him. He could even hear her breathing quietly, the only sound in the deserted barracks. Pawn tensed as she walked—
Erin Solstice	Around him? Erin didn’t immediately approach. She walked around Pawn in a slow circle. Inspecting him. He didn’t raise his head. He was curled up. He wouldn’t move. Pawn anticipated Erin speaking so much that when she finally did say something, it was a shock.
Pawn	Around him? Erin didn’t immediately approach. She walked around Pawn in a slow circle. Inspecting him. He didn’t raise his head. He was curled up. He wouldn’t move. Pawn anticipated Erin speaking so much that when she finally did say something, it was a shock.
Pawn	Around him? Erin didn’t immediately approach. She walked around Pawn in a slow circle. Inspecting him. He didn’t raise his head. He was curled up. He wouldn’t move. Pawn anticipated Erin speaking so much that when she finally did say something, it was a shock.
Erin Solstice	Around him? Erin didn’t immediately approach. She walked around Pawn in a slow circle. Inspecting him. He didn’t raise his head. He was curled up. He wouldn’t move. Pawn anticipated Erin speaking so much that when she finally did say something, it was a shock.
Pawn	“Hey Pawn.”
Pawn	That voice. Pawn shivered but refused to uncurl. That voice haunted him. It was unforgettable. He remembered her. She had asked him that fateful question. She had given him purpose, given him identity. No, not given—she had helped him find it.
Pawn	A kind face, staring into his. A soft hand, placing chess pieces. Tears flowing as she placed chess pieces. A song. From such memories had she defined Pawn’s world. He could picture her perfectly in his head, bending over him. Erin spoke softly.
Erin Solstice	A kind face, staring into his. A soft hand, placing chess pieces. Tears flowing as she placed chess pieces. A song. From such memories had she defined Pawn’s world. He could picture her perfectly in his head, bending over him. Erin spoke softly.
Pawn	“Pawn?”
Pawn	He wouldn’t move. Pawn stayed put. If he did that long enough, Erin would go away. Even she would go. And then he would be alone until he died. That was okay. He felt Erin shuffle closer. Her voice was very soft.

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