Captain Rob Sinks: Part Seven

Tales of the Living Sixteen: Ciamuse
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The first thing she had to get used to was privacy stalls.  Her tragedy had taken her behind First Stone Door and atop First Toil, to the expanse beyond First Seat and under First Tank.  She was in the shadow of Lunginvess and the toil’s lever.  The folk in the town there valued their privacy above all else and looked to the stall around them in their architecture. Continue reading

Captain Rob Sinks: Part Five

Graves of the First

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Dinner in Infinicilia occurred at the same time each night, just before Fwa Nippr descended and cloaked herself in a thick black robe to dim the light.  The other eight members of the living sixteen arrived right on time to help prepare the meal.  Rob was introduced to them all, but they didn’t add much to his evaluations.  Argnaught was extraordinary.  Vyra was aggressive and unpredictable.  Clix fancied himself in charge.  Fwa was the florent.  Ciamuse was a beloved nutter. Continue reading

Captain Rob Sinks: Part Three

The Pipes

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There was a time in Porce where the tiles, toils, and sinks were not the height of civilization.  Before the Age of Building, before the Age of Tragedy, things lived within the walls and pipes of Porce, feeding on moisture and lighting their way by thought.  Modern tales spoke of the Pipes as the underworld: a pit of damp suffering where evil souls and bodies were stored for all eternity, denied the mercy of complete rot.  Those who believed in the eight gods and those of the Toil Papers both believed this.  They were only partly right. Continue reading

Captain Rob Sinks: Part Two

Enough Stock for Soup

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Veer Keystonr could not see much of anything from his place at the bottom of the lifeboat.  He could only trade information with the other bodiless members of the Calcitheater Rob had rescued.  (Blaine’s Note: Veer is a skull we mentioned earlier, recognizable by the iron crown bonded to his head.  He tutored Alast in arithmetic when he first joined the crew.  In fleshed life he was a human ledger, and his memory for numbers seems to have only improved since then.) Continue reading

Captain Rob Fights (Finale)

A Beast Fights

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The tables for the feast had buckets crafted into them because bergfolk celebrations often devolved into dancing right where you ate; this way they could not be kicked aside.  The buckets were filled to the brim with all sorts of strange refreshments: spiced green cleansing water, warm red oystie sauce, pure blue toil water, and a foaming drink called scrub-throat that kept its bubbles for days.  The bergfolk swished them about in their mouths and noses, sometimes holding one nostril closed so they could blast a fountain of it out the other.  Alast watched as a woman gladly opened her mouth to accept a jet of cleansing water fired from a neighboring nostril.  It might’ve been rude not to join, but Alast couldn’t bring himself to do it; he let any liquid that came his way splash across his shirt instead. Continue reading

Captain Rob Fights (Part Eight)

Cracking the Knuckles

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Captain Rob moved through abandoned streets.  The folk of Dhonshui had been evacuated from the part of town near the gates, a district called Quig, before the assault began.  The closed mint was there and Rob made his move as soon as the last rows of soldiers came through.  Luck was on his side, as Inguin had not done anything about the bronze disk Alast had hidden the piece of the Reflecting Path inside.  The search Rob had endured for the supposedly swallowed piece was not his favorite thing, but it was far better than anything Yugo had planned. Continue reading