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Savas stared at the new Laws.

He nodded to himself and said, "It's a start."


***

A red moon rose over Radasanth.

If anyone had looked up, they would have seen the Wizard running rooftop...

Wormaxe closed the book with a defeated sigh. He spent the rest of the week in a self-destructive haze, too weak in spirit to even murder anyone and too distracted to notice when a little boy with...

Days ticked by before Savas was up for a journal entry. He was not happy with what he wrote, but journal entries are seldom the stuff of pleasure.
When he was done, Savas closed the book and stared...

Hours later, Savas staggered back through his front door and threw up all over the central room of his tower. Again. It was bile and blood, mostly. He knocked over a bench on his way to the door...

...except that it didn't.

And the Eye, as it turned out, was much larger than anything Savas expected.

And it had teeth.

He woke to find himself weakened beyond belief, nailed down in the...

"...that's my line," Savas mumbled pitifully as Decimus lurched forward, his wings arcing fast so that the tips came down like blades. Savas dodged it, fear and lingering pain jolting him at last. He...

I still exist. I've just been adventuring in The Real World lately. The Caden Character is basically on hiatus while I finish up some stuff with Savas. And Althanas is low on my priority list right...

I went to the moon.

That is all.

...this is clearly the best thing.

The best thing.

Those of you who say otherwise are unAmerican Commies and you'll be first with your backs against the wall when St. McCarthy rises from the...

Chalk it up to leftover lag from the ghost dust; Savas was too slow to respond to one of his own tricks and he paid for it dearly. The hand completely enveloped his shoulder, neck, and part of his...

Picture a wooden door.

A very large, sturdy wood door surrounded by heavy duty brick and mortar; the kind of door that, in Alerar or Kebiras or some other industrial powerhouse, would belong to a...

Savas cleaned himself and staggered out into the night in a fresh change of clothes.

The streets looked different. It was less like seeing the real world and more like seeing multiple versions...

The way was open and the work was down and the hour was at hand.

Savas stared at the dust he'd refined out of samples from the last murder site. It was a new technique, an effort to refine his...

THE RED GOD HUNGERS.

"Well," Savas mumbled to himself with a giddy grin. "This changes things."

The message wasn't fresh. Rainwater had washed it away just a night or two ago, and the body was...

You love me! You really love me! ;_;

Most arsonists just use some oil and a lighter or flint and a knife.

Most arsonists are rank amateurs.

Savas was a much more spiritual professional about this kind of thing. He reached out to...

THE RED GOD RISES.

Her name was Teresa, just Teresa and nothing more. She was fifty going on thirty-eight by the looks of her, tall and brilliant and an utter ideal of maternity at a glance. She...

THE RED GOD LIVES.

His name was Horace Hegel Holmes, self-professed Doctor in Law, owner of a moderately successful hostel in downtown Radasanth, because a City of Heroes is not a city of people...

THE RED GOD WAKES.

It sat there on a wall that no longer existed, silently mocking him, nothing but the ghost of an impossibly large bloodstain shaped for the sake of malicious trickery. And...

Savas ripped out Montague's soul and vivisected it in record time. It helped that there wasn't much to Montague's soul in the first place -- it cut down on the amount of time he had to spend...

Montague Pedechenko was a very hard man.

He stood a grand six foot eight inches in a time and place where most men barely topped five and a half feet. He was built sturdier than the house he was...

Generally speaking, Wizards don't go in half-cocked. Savas was no exception. He eased back into his corporeal body, took his sweet time to recover from the strain, locked down his mental defenses and...

Savas reached out with new senses, new rituals, and the old contempt of a monster out to defend its territory. The message was old, degraded by changes in Time and Space, but it was a starting place...

The next few days were exploration and refamiliarization with a place that Savas no longer knew. The walls were gone. So were the soldiers, the bonegrinding poverty, the despair, and all the horror...

Savas and Caden are both from Salvar, but only Caden has actually returned there post-CharApps. Savas is essentially looking to settle down; he was stuck in Raiaera for a while, then tried Scara...