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Ask Languid Anything:
ask.fm/HellbornQMYou are Sierra Beckhoff, and you are the Imperiate – the one true tyrant of the thousand hells. That is, if you can survive long enough to reclaim your inheritance.
In order to ensure you’re kickass enough to take your varied enemies head on, you and a select cadre of badass old guys (plus your dog) are going to telezap into Canada. From there, you’ll go tripping over to the shores of Lake Superior, where you will claim the anchor node of an elemental spirit. Its power shall be mastered as your own.
Failure is not an option. If you mess up this spirit business, you’ll be too weak to confront all the power players who want to destroy you. The King in Yellow, the Archduke of Mardusia, and a Stygian Grand Wyrmwrither all want you gone, and now you can go and add some jerk named Cadwyn to the mix.
Time is running out. Tonight, you ride.
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You’re as ready as you’ll ever be on short notice. Isaac’s got the guns, Borislav’s got the dog, and you’ve got yourself. You don’t know what Ranthix’s got, but you don’t doubt he’s bringing more than enough of it.
And here you are, standing the garage ready to ride out on motorcycles to Muir Woods to get to teleporting across the continent. Your ultimate American hero dad is coming with, too, on his vintage older-than-you motorbike.
Man. Your life is cool as fucking hell.
Though Isaac’s leather jacket is kind of gay. “Isaac,” you say, wincing incredulously, “you’re kind of... the lamest person I know. You know?”
He gives you a slightly crestfallen look. “So Rowan’s finally gotten to you,” he says.
The slight but tangible coppery vibes from him are like a punch in the gut.
