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| − | Vladislav Taltos lay just inside the necromanteon, his wounds were many and in and of themselves could not kill him. But, since his entrance into Varvara Kale, Vladislav had been plagued by a slowly growing weakness that slowly, but surely relieved him of his strength the way he would liberate a wallet from a Gadjo. Worse still, his luck had turned sour, worse than bad, he knew as one of the People, that he labored beneath a potent curse. His decision to plunder the Tzimisce's fortress in Gabrovo Grad had been ill conceived. Although he had been warned by the Roma who skirted the place that | + | Vladislav Taltos lay just inside the necromanteon, his wounds were many and in and of themselves could not kill him. But, since his entrance into Varvara Kale, Vladislav had been plagued by a slowly growing weakness that slowly, but surely relieved him of his strength the way he would liberate a wallet from a Gadjo. Worse still, his luck had turned sour, worse than bad, he knew as one of the People, that he labored beneath a potent curse. His decision to plunder the Tzimisce's fortress in Gabrovo Grad had been ill conceived. Although he had been warned by the Roma who skirted the place that it was a place of death, he had never imagined that the tall tales told around the Kumpania's fire, might actually be true. The fortress had been a work in progress for some time, over five years, and it was hardly a ancient ruin. At the time, he had thought it simply a monument raised to the ego of a particularly rich and demented fiend, but now, he realized he had been wrong, dead wrong. |
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Mulengi Dori
Vladislav Taltos lay just inside the necromanteon, his wounds were many and in and of themselves could not kill him. But, since his entrance into Varvara Kale, Vladislav had been plagued by a slowly growing weakness that slowly, but surely relieved him of his strength the way he would liberate a wallet from a Gadjo. Worse still, his luck had turned sour, worse than bad, he knew as one of the People, that he labored beneath a potent curse. His decision to plunder the Tzimisce's fortress in Gabrovo Grad had been ill conceived. Although he had been warned by the Roma who skirted the place that it was a place of death, he had never imagined that the tall tales told around the Kumpania's fire, might actually be true. The fortress had been a work in progress for some time, over five years, and it was hardly a ancient ruin. At the time, he had thought it simply a monument raised to the ego of a particularly rich and demented fiend, but now, he realized he had been wrong, dead wrong.
