Tag Archives: Roots of Rookeri

Citadel Lecheni Boteras Rookeri-Sharmin aka Boddy Week Thirty-Two Breken was dead, killed at a reach by Kalamite. Kalamite, too, was dead, fallen from the high walkway between the towers. Now Boddy sat on the legere-chair in the Witan Chamber. But … Continue reading →

Citadel Lecheni Sifadis Lafdi, Shore House Heiress Week Thirty One Crud and crusts, was there no end to it? Arrested! All of them. As soon as they came through Garrison Gate. But at least they weren’t being held in the … Continue reading →

Citadel Lecheni Kalamite, Keefer-Papa of the Runman Order Week Thirty-One The gates were locked. But of course the cunning gates are locked. Look at the sky, you drip-headed jert. This is night! Are you speaking to me in such foul terms? … Continue reading →

Citadel Lecheni Boteras Rookeri-Sharmin aka Boddy Week Thirty-One Boddy was impressed. The Pink Lafdi wasn’t exactly a small cockle boat such as his father had used to cross the Luant. But did Disa know how to handle it or did … Continue reading →

Citadel Lecheni Boteras Rookeri-Sharmin aka Boddy Week Thirty-One Boddy heard, first, Disa calling him, then Jonesi. “Boddy!” another voice called, a man’s. There was a clatter of pikes. Great, yeah, fine: they were his men, though belatedly arming. He craned … Continue reading →

Citadel Lecheni Kalamite, Keefer Papa of the Runman Order Week Thirty-One The two token holden barred Kalamite’s way. And had he expected something other? “I need to speak with the Lafard-Legere. It is urgent.” “You have an appointment?” asked the … Continue reading →

Citadel Lecheni Sifadis Lafdi, Shore House Week Thirty-One Jonesi and Eshe were so long in returning. But, as they said as they burst through the door, this half-day of dark had delayed them. It was beginning, this complex pattern of … Continue reading →

Citadel Lecheni Churen Manse Eshe Parlan, Femella Week Thirty Kunnadi Bachelor, tall, thin and blond, wore the Two Boars’ colours, red and blue. But, as Eshe was quick to notice, his coat and brecks were only of wool. Neither, though … Continue reading →

Citadel Lecheni Kalamite, Keefer-Papa of the Runman Order Week Thirty Aiya, aiya, everything calamity. First with the return of the cunning Shore woman – aiy and Mallen, the treacherous jert, could expect retribution. He would not be living much longer. … Continue reading →