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

Captain Rob Fights (Part Seven)

Trespassing Reflections

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Second Stone Door was now out of their reach, according to the information they received at the next ekapad station.  Yugo’s only stated goal was the tiles, and he did not seem happy about one slipping from his clutches.  His forces moved faster than ever, off the established roads and into any territory they saw fit.  There were not enough aker shortcuts to keep them ahead of bonepickers indefinitely, so a change of course was required. Continue reading

Captain Rob Fights (Part Six)

Yugo’s knuckles

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“Damr told you to what?” Roary hissed just as he hopped up and closed the door.  The current and former cabin boys were in the school’s kitchen; Rob had ordered them to earn their keep by peeling and washing vegetables for Oobla’s cooks before they stepped in to prepare dinner.  Alast stood behind the slate counter with an oddly-curved blade in his hand perfect for skinning squish-squashes.  The pile of vegetables and their leafy tops was so towering that Alast and Roary had quickly turned to conversation to stave off boredom. Continue reading

Captain Rob Fights (Part Five)

Crosstahl

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It was the boy’s first city, and it could have easily been his last if he hadn’t overpowered his awe and remembered to breathe.  The ground before their party was an ancient split: a crevice of stunning depth and length that ate up the horizon just as well as any ocean.

“In the time before the Age of Building, four tiles met here,” Rob proclaimed.  “Nature has eaten them away, turned them to soil and dust, but their convergence remains, hollowed by rain and river.  Feast your eyes upon Crosstahl: the city of crossroads.”  Continue reading