Tallin felt the warm wind blowing in from over the Teren Wastes on her face as she looked out over the Dusk District of the Tarn Slums. Her district, she thought, the first of many to be hers. Fist Novack, the fabled leader of Advent, was losing control. He was starting to ease his iron grip, he was starting to lose the people and with them, he was losing Tarn. “Teach me all your tricks that I may use them against you, Fist.” Tallin chided. He puts too much faith, blind faith, in his prized Seer, she thought to herself. A smirk started to form on Tallin’s face. Everything was starting to fall into place. The Seer, Black Alice, had set all this up, unknowingly.
“It will work out all the better for me if your predictions come true, Alice. I will be first in line to claim this sleeping power you preach about.” Tallin promised as she gave one last sweeping look over the Dusk District then jumped from her perch atop a ruined shelter into the alleyway below. It was time to set her plans in motion. It was time to test her theories. She exited the alley into the bustling midday streets of the Slums, easily disappearing into the crowds. This day, Tallin moved with purpose.
83rd Year – Yulano’s Passing
Tallin
Second in command, The Advent Gang
The City Of Tarn
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