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The Pack's Rebels Harithen’s Homecoming
Concordia, Six Hundred and Ninety Years BeforeThaelen’s office was the one room which had been decorated according to his taste rather than Sigrid’s interpretation of what a fashionable merchant’s home should look like, and thus it was a simpler space, functional, with the only piece of furniture which existed for more decorative purposes being the High Chair of his ancestors which he set behind a desk, facing towards the door.He heard the arrival of the carriage and was not surprised when Sigrid paused in the doorway within a few minutes, attracted by the flickering lamplights. He took a sip of the whiskey that he was drinking and looked up as she paused by his door. She was wearing a day dress rather than evening wear, the cheerful floral pattern of the fabric Concordian design but cut in the Estrean way – the fabric imported probably by one of his own ships.That she was dressed in day wear well into the night was a sign that one of her temperamental artists was having dramas. “L
The Pack's Rebels Mended Fabrics
Concordia, Six Hundred and Eighty Years BeforeHarithen, in gold trimmed eggshell blue tunic that emphasized the width of his shoulders and belted tightly at the waist with a sash that went from just below his nipples to his hip bones, the billowing material drifting out behind him like a sail in the wind, bartered over the fabrics laid out in the warehouse for display. He had opted to powder his hair, rather than wear a wig, and it had been curled so that it hung over one shoulder in thick sausages of ringlets.However, the most startling part of the costume to Thaelen was when Harithen turned displaying the tight-fitting trousers and codpiece. “I have not seen one of those since…” Thaelen commented to Sigrid.“Since the plague in Concordia, I know,” she replied. “Concordia is all the rage in Estreau at the moment. What concerns me, though, Taylen, is that many of the pieces I am seeing worn, are actual vintage pieces. Is it a case of clever thrift, sending to sell elsewhere that whi
The Pack's Rebels Flying Devices
Concordia, Six Hundred and Eighty Years BeforeThaelen had established Medelyn in a small house within a short walk of his own, although in a less fashionable and exclusive street. The Estreans liked to have outward markers of their place in society and their wealth, and where the houses on Thaelen’s street were declarations of wealth and power, in Medelyn’s street they were neat and tidy but of a more modest size.He knocked on the front door and the maid that he had employed to help with the house opened it, bobbing a curtsey. She showed him straight into the parlour before heading upstairs to fetch down Medelyn.Medelyn did not keep him waiting long, hurrying into the room, fidgeting with her hair before smoothing her hands down over her skirt in one of those unconscious gestures that women performed when concerned about their appearance.“Tasan,” she greeted him the warmth not disguising her nerves. “Forgive me. I was just putting my youngest to bed. He is going through that age…”
The Pack's Rebels Concordian Crisis
Concordia, Six Hundred and Eighty Years BeforeThe front door was thrown open announcing the return of Sigrid and Harithen several hours later. Thaelen stood in the doorway of his office and watched as Sigrid swept in. To anyone else, her face was set into neutral lines, however Thaelen had known her too long not to read beyond the surface. She peeled off her gloves, a muscle working in the corner of her jaw as she chewed on the words she was not vocalizing.Harithen’s wide grin confirmed Thaelen’s suspicions, the other vampire swaggering into the house with smug flare.“What did you do?” Thaelen sighed.“You should be pleased,” Harry announced with a wicked smirk. “I arranged our sister’s marriage this evening. It’s a good match. A minor title, but still an excellent match for a merchant’s sister. He is balding, rotund, and smells like a sewer, but he comes with three lovely estates, as well as a beautiful house just two streets over, and he is very keen to sire an heir upon our sist
The Pack's Rebels The Return of the King
Concordia, Six Hundred and Eighty Years BeforeThe changing mood of the crew as they left open ocean for Concordian waters alerted Thaelen and Harithen that they were close, and they left their cabins to stand on the top deck as captain ran up the Greibron and Alden trading flags under the Estreau flag. The sky was overcast and grey, but not all the cloud was weather. Smoke rose from the land in thick plumes.There were many ships flying the Alden flags in the waters around them, and the water was littered with debris. Thaelen could see the cause - a ship slowly slipping into the water. He heard the outcry of the sailors as bodies washed up against the hull.A vampire, clinging to a half drowned human child, caught hold of the netting over the side. “Help me!” She pleaded.They hauled as many survivors as they could aboard as the Alden ships drew closer.“Take them below,” Thaelen told Harithen. “Into the holds. Out of sight.”“They would have seen us pull them on board,” Harithen rep
The Pack's Rebels The Steam Machine
Concordia, Six Hundred and Eighty Years BeforeThey huddled in the ruins of a building, surrounded by cloth and ribbons caught in the debris. Harithen groaned. “What a waste.”Thaelen’s eyes, however, were on the sky as the source of that terrible roar came into sight. “What is it?” His jaw fell open. It certainly didn’t look dangerous. There was a giant bubble caught by string to something that appeared very much like a metal ship below. How had they managed to lift such a weight as that metal, he marveled even as his stomach pitched in dread knowing it to be the source of the damage to his city.As he watched, he saw something drop, and the man who had dragged them into the shelter breathed out a sigh of relief. “Not near here,” he said a moment before there was a terrible BOOM! Thaelen could feel the vibration through the soles of his feet and saw little grains of mortar shake free of the rubble around him.On the horizon a great mushroom of smoke rose cleared to reveal flames.“Oh
The Pack's Rebels Delwyn in the Temple
Concordia, Six Hundred and Eighty Years Before“This is…” Harry sat on a rock and pulled off a boot shaking out stones and dust. “Ridiculous. You mean that a lot of your people make this walk annually?”“Traditionally,” Thaelen sat beside him and looked down over the city. Memories overlaid a green, lush land of grass and forests, in which the fortresses of the vampires were islands of stone and wood. Now it was the green that was an island amongst the stone and soaring towers of the castles. Both memory and present were beautiful in different ways… except the present was marred with smoke, fire, and destruction.There hadn’t been another attack since they’d begun the walk to the temple, but the land was not peaceful even in the absence of the flying machine. The burning wreckage from recent attacks, the movement of light through the city, and out to the bobbing ships in the bay.Thaelen sighed heavily. “Traditionally, it was a journey taken over several days, no one walking faster th
The Pack's Rebels The Evacuation Begins
Concordia, Six Hundred and Eighty Years Before“Well, that was a long shoe destroying walk for nothing,” Harry grumbled as they began their descent down the mountain.“It was not for nothing,” Thaelen replied grimly. “We know that there is no help to be had from the temple, and that they have closed their doors and taken drastic steps because they believe there is no hope. We will heed Delwyn’s advice and concentrate on evacuation and not defence or attack.”“Thaelen,” Harry began, but broke off, lifting his head. “Do you hear that?”“Yes,” Thaelen growled through his teeth. “I do.”The distant mechanical roar echoed through the mountains, distorted by the rock so that it was impossible to pinpoint the direction from which it came until it passed overhead so close that Harithen’s arm shot out, grasping hold of Thaelen’s wrist, as he stared up in aghast horror and terror.“They are not here for us, Harry,” Thaelen had to yell to be heard over the engine of the device. “Two vampires are
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