by daltoven
If there is something to win, there is no sense in pondering what might be lost. That's all Averon has ever known. And now, deep in debt, displacement and all kinds of tedious circumstances, there's a promise of another game. Beyond walls no mortal should pass, through bargains one cannot yet honor, lies a chance to have it all back.
| # | Title | Words |
|---|---|---|
| 0 | The Wall of the Divine | 0 |
| 1 | No dying | 0 |
| 2 | A prize | 0 |
| 3 | A god's tools | 0 |
| 4 | The blue tiles | 0 |
| 5 | Limb from limb |
| 0 |
| 6 | Jortrin | 0 |
