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by T.S. Luikart Lilhaydra the Hare lost her name while playing at throw bones in a betting den called the House Resounding. Whether it was destiny, chance, or the strange echoes of the Restless City throwing her aim off she cast the Void thrice and was thus undone. She gambled away her rights to the sobriquet she had long carried amidst the martial artists of the Dust Road, since her master had bequeathed it to her. So it was Lilhaydra
by T.S. Luikart The bank reeked of smoke and fear with a hint of the iron tang of spilt blood as a chaser. Less than a minute into the heist and the plan had already gone to shit. The safe had some fancy new cog-lock courtesy of the Twin-Eagle boys that had shrugged off a bundle of dynamite with ease. The security guards who were meant to be old, fat, and cautious had proved to be recently swapped for young
The road to the Far West began four years ago, in May of 2007. That’s when the idea settled in my head, and development began. This first entry is an attempt to quantify that development, so you know a bit where I’m coming from. If you can see my tracks, then it’s easier to follow me, neh? The inspirations for Far West were, like many things, seemingly separate events which suddenly coalesced. In the introduction added to the more recent