Chapter Interlude – Burning Alcohol
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Released on: March 8, 2020, 10:20 a.m.
Last edited: March 16, 2023, 6:17 p.m.
Book: The King of Duels (16)
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| Montressa du Valeross | 77 |
| Bezale | 69 |
| Palt Fenrisol | 53 |
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| [Innkeeper] | 15 |
| [Princess] | 10 |
| [Guard] | 9 |
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| [Bar Fighting] | 1 |
| [Crowd Control] | 1 |
| [Flawless Attempt] | 1 |
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| [Deafness] | 3 |
| [Fireball] | 2 |
| [Panic] | 1 |
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| Garden of Sanctuary | 7 |
| Celum | 5 |
| Pallass | 4 |
Mentions
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| Erin Solstice | It was another day. One where Erin didn’t have anything planned while waking up. |
| Grimalkin Duveig | No—to rephrase that, she didn’t have anyone else telling her what they needed done. No Grimalkin and his weights, no playdates with Mrsha at the inn. Nothing new, save for what Erin herself took on. |
| Mrsha | No—to rephrase that, she didn’t have anyone else telling her what they needed done. No Grimalkin and his weights, no playdates with Mrsha at the inn. Nothing new, save for what Erin herself took on. |
| Erin Solstice | No—to rephrase that, she didn’t have anyone else telling her what they needed done. No Grimalkin and his weights, no playdates with Mrsha at the inn. Nothing new, save for what Erin herself took on. |
| Erin Solstice | Normally, Erin treasured those days. They were rare in The Wandering Inn. And yes, some days Erin Solstice, insane Human, [Innkeeper] of the infamously famous inn, friend to Goblins, purveyor of strange events and her own kind of magic…sometimes she was tired. |
| The Wandering Inn | Normally, Erin treasured those days. They were rare in The Wandering Inn. And yes, some days Erin Solstice, insane Human, [Innkeeper] of the infamously famous inn, friend to Goblins, purveyor of strange events and her own kind of magic…sometimes she was tired. |
| Erin Solstice | Normally, Erin treasured those days. They were rare in The Wandering Inn. And yes, some days Erin Solstice, insane Human, [Innkeeper] of the infamously famous inn, friend to Goblins, purveyor of strange events and her own kind of magic…sometimes she was tired. |
| [Innkeeper] | Normally, Erin treasured those days. They were rare in The Wandering Inn. And yes, some days Erin Solstice, insane Human, [Innkeeper] of the infamously famous inn, friend to Goblins, purveyor of strange events and her own kind of magic…sometimes she was tired. |
| Erin Solstice | It had been an interesting week. And they were all interesting weeks. The only times Erin really remembered nothing happening in the inn was every time something so large had happened that everything was background noise. Static. |
| Reiss | Like the battle against Reiss, the Goblin Lord. The silence after Skinner had attacked. The days following Ulrien and Brunkr’s deaths. |
| Reiss | Like the battle against Reiss, the Goblin Lord. The silence after Skinner had attacked. The days following Ulrien and Brunkr’s deaths. |
| Ulrien Sparson | Like the battle against Reiss, the Goblin Lord. The silence after Skinner had attacked. The days following Ulrien and Brunkr’s deaths. |
| Brunkr | Like the battle against Reiss, the Goblin Lord. The silence after Skinner had attacked. The days following Ulrien and Brunkr’s deaths. |
| Erin Solstice | The inn only really grew silent when something bad had happened. But Erin also remembered the feeling after the Horns of Hammerad had returned, victorious. There had been sadness, then. But triumph. |
| Toren | Until Toren, that was. It was true that the inn had a reputation. For great tragedy and great joy. But Erin felt like there was as much victory as loss. |
| Erin Solstice | Until Toren, that was. It was true that the inn had a reputation. For great tragedy and great joy. But Erin felt like there was as much victory as loss. |
| Erin Solstice | It already felt like a long time ago, but it had only been…a month ago? Something like that. And yet, Erin remembered waking up and fishing, or wandering around the camp. Taking out the portable chess set she’d brought, or staring at the sky. |
| Erin Solstice | She’d been terribly sad, then. But the two weeks had helped. And Erin had done a lot of thinking. She hadn’t enjoyed it as much as needed it. And if she had a choice—no. Erin wouldn’t do it like that again. |
| Erin Solstice | She’d been terribly sad, then. But the two weeks had helped. And Erin had done a lot of thinking. She hadn’t enjoyed it as much as needed it. And if she had a choice—no. Erin wouldn’t do it like that again. |
| Erin Solstice | For one thing, Erin had a family. Mrsha, Lyonette, Numbtongue, Bird. She had left them behind because she’d needed to. But if Erin could do it again, she’d have brought Mrsha and Lyonette with her at least. Bird and Numbtongue would have been hard to smuggle into that campsite. But if Erin could take them to a theoretical campsite… |
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