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Tales: Hollow's Night, Pt. 8 Vask's journey back to the waking world felt like swimming through tar. Every particle of his being ached, as though he had been stretched to the point of tearing into a billion pieces. Now and again, sensation would return, but it would be at times painfully intense, or incomprehensibly muddled. After what seemed like five centuries, the mage could finally open his eyes without feeling like they were made of molten iron.Tales: Hollow's Night, Pt. 8 by ~Valros
Softness below him, behind his head. My bed. He was back on the Tales. Then that must mean...!
"At last! The hero of Lybbran awakens!"
"W-wh..." His throat felt like a gravel pit. The air rasped out of his mouth... was th
Tales: Hollow's Night, Pt. 7 It took every last drop of their endurance for Rein and Vask to evade the shambling horde and duck inside the Library. Inside, some of the Lybbranese villagers had clearly overcome their fear of the place and huddled here and there in groups. Some wept softly, but most were quiet. The entire Library stank with fear.Tales: Hollow's Night, Pt. 7 by ~Valros
"Well, Vask," Rein said. He brandished his twin pistols and aimed at the line of oncoming hollows. "I'm more or less out of ideas at this point. I told you the Tales needed a rope ladder..."
The ship's name snapped Vask to attention. "Ah! That's it!"
"No, didn't you hear me? You wouldn't let me get any rope—"
"Not the shi
Tales: Hollow's Night, Pt. 6 When Vask opened his eyes, they immediately began stinging. He opened his mouth, and immediately his tongue registered a hint of ash in the air. Now fully returned to the waking world, Vask realized that the jail cell was bathed in a faint ruddy light, which flickered through the high window. Faint screams flickered in as well, and these more than any other stimulus shocked the mage into action.Tales: Hollow's Night, Pt. 6 by ~Valros
"Hey!" he called to the empty corridor. He grabbed the too-shallow bedpan and struck it against the iron bars, filling the cell block with a multitudinous tinny clamor. He shouted again, struck the pan again, until his hands and throat were numb from
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