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Chapter 9.64 BH 

Word count: 38171
Released on: Oct. 28, 2023, 7:22 p.m.
Last edited: Nov. 19, 2023, 1:16 a.m.
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Right now, it was Kasigna and Cauwine. Tamaroth and Norechl were in check; the odds might reverse, but they’d been sidelined from the Solstice by heroic sacrifice.
Right now, it was Kasigna and Cauwine. Tamaroth and Norechl were in check; the odds might reverse, but they’d been sidelined from the Solstice by heroic sacrifice.
Right now, it was Kasigna and Cauwine. Tamaroth and Norechl were in check; the odds might reverse, but they’d been sidelined from the Solstice by heroic sacrifice.
Right now, it was Kasigna and Cauwine. Tamaroth and Norechl were in check; the odds might reverse, but they’d been sidelined from the Solstice by heroic sacrifice.
Laedonius was fallen. He might return, but Emerrhain was well and truly trapped. You didn’t trust such things forever, but they were not the main contenders.
Laedonius was fallen. He might return, but Emerrhain was well and truly trapped. You didn’t trust such things forever, but they were not the main contenders.
Cauwine. Goddess of Last Stands. The Huntress of Victory. She had killed fellow gods and masters of war. In a sense, she was more dangerous than her mother.
Cauwine. Goddess of Last Stands. The Huntress of Victory. She had killed fellow gods and masters of war. In a sense, she was more dangerous than her mother.
Kasigna, Goddess of Death, the Three-in-One, Corpsemother, the Final Judge…oh, she had many names. Once, they had been to her credit, like laurels hanging upon her brows, a noble, distinguished, and yes, petty goddess at times, but no more so than the rest.
There had been a reason some, like Zineryr, loved her. Now, she was just desperate carrion, eating souls to regain a fraction of her power. So vengeful she was warring with an [Innkeeper] whom she had plucked from another world to play her games.
No, wait. That was wrong. Cauwine was like Cronus, a firstborn Goddess who had risen far beyond her kin. The others were more like Gaea. Or could have killed the likes of her if pantheons made war.
She had not told Erin Solstice that, or even Ryoka Griffin; what good would it be for them to know they were up against the best of the best, even at their worst? It was plain from how dangerous they were.
She had not told Erin Solstice that, or even Ryoka Griffin; what good would it be for them to know they were up against the best of the best, even at their worst? It was plain from how dangerous they were.
She had seen worse games, but seldom. And seldom done well. Two goddesses of varying natures on their own sides. Erin Solstice making a stand, and the disparate peoples of the world…each piece moving of its own accord.
There were—variations in the game she didn’t predict, even now. The deadlands and the time travellers had warped the game. Her one solace was that even the gods couldn’t predict what was going to happen. Her one solace was that he, her liege, the King of Avalon, the Ruler of the Fae, Oberon, was on her side.
There were—variations in the game she didn’t predict, even now. The deadlands and the time travellers had warped the game. Her one solace was that even the gods couldn’t predict what was going to happen. Her one solace was that he, her liege, the King of Avalon, the Ruler of the Fae, Oberon, was on her side.
But he couldn’t enter this world easily, and so he was playing with fifteen pieces against him, forced to use whispers against Kasigna in her strength. Yet he did play, and he had watched his Queen die for this particular game.
That was Shaestrel’s duty, and she sat across from the goddess of death as they checked their pieces, drew cards, and cheated—for you cheated like you breathed in this game. She had told Erin Solstice how to play this game, of course, but the [Innkeeper] could barely even see the board.
That was Shaestrel’s duty, and she sat across from the goddess of death as they checked their pieces, drew cards, and cheated—for you cheated like you breathed in this game. She had told Erin Solstice how to play this game, of course, but the [Innkeeper] could barely even see the board.
That was Shaestrel’s duty, and she sat across from the goddess of death as they checked their pieces, drew cards, and cheated—for you cheated like you breathed in this game. She had told Erin Solstice how to play this game, of course, but the [Innkeeper] could barely even see the board.
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