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November 11, 2024

Atari ran as though hellfire were chasing him through the back alleys of Torga.

Which they were, if metaphorical.

If Craggy Tom caught up with him, he would be thrown into a figurative burning pit, left screaming for days, weeks, until his voice came out or Samael Crighton came to pass judgement and deliver his sentence.

And all this over a few stolen spells. Sure, they were expensive, dangerous, unique spells that Samael had paid to have created, but would he really need the two Atari had stolen? He needed them. Desperately. And now that he had them, he only had a small window to get them back to his family.

December 13, 2024

Magic swirled behind him as Craggy Tom lashed out with a spell, and Atari darted down a side alley to escape the hit. Crates lined the edge of the wall, and it was the work of a moment to climb them and leap to grab the eave hanging down from the roof. The metal creaked under Atari’s weight, but it held as he pulled himself up onto the rounded clay tiles.

A moment’s reprieve, but not enough. Craggy Tom was just as capable of getting up here. He had to move, keep the shadows.

Sure enough, he’d only just ducked behind a chimney when a gust of wind told him Tom had used a spell to get him up here without the effort of the climb.