Jin’li coughed, blood spraying from inside his lungs into his hand, which covered his mouth. There was a lot, and Jin’li had so very little to lose.Â
He was weak, his body frailer and less strong than it had been before he was stabbed through the lung in Ul’dah.
He had lost so much of his blood in that street. He should have died, he had come so close, seen what lay beyond the fabric of this world. Seen his old master, Adin, waiting.Â
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But his new master was kind.
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Jin’li pulled out a white cloth and wiped his hand clean ofthe sickly, red blood.
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She had come to him before.
Given him the vial, pleaded with him to take. Jin’li had to honor the woman. He had not known what it was until he had been dragged back into his body and seen her face looking down at him, a worried smile on her lips.
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Lady Rema had saved a poor slave for she was kind. Kind enough to try and fix his body, which, after two close calls had become for more than just feeble. His muscles were nearly dead from two long periods of deprived red blood cells. He would never heal entirely, and his diseases would kill him, but, for now, Jin’li was able to move due to the power of magictek.Â
It did not grant him superior strength or speed. He still moved slowly, but he could move, and that was all Jin’li needed to serve his new master.
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She had left him with gifts to give those whom had slain Adin while she was away. His new master had never liked his old. Jin’li could not voice his displeasure. His old master had saved him just as his new master had. He loved both his masters equally and felt conflict. He should kill himself andjoin his first master, but his new master wished him to live and Jin’li could only obey as a slave should.
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Jin’li looked around the city street of Ul’dah, a box resting in his lap as he sat straight, his hands folded on the box in his lap as he gazed around waiting to see one he should give the gift to. His old master had wanted the city destroyed. His new master was more ambitious. Jin’li would serve his new master till his body finally could contain his soul no more. For a slave must serve a master.
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And his new master is kind.
He was weak, his body frailer and less strong than it had been before he was stabbed through the lung in Ul’dah.
He had lost so much of his blood in that street. He should have died, he had come so close, seen what lay beyond the fabric of this world. Seen his old master, Adin, waiting.Â
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But his new master was kind.
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Jin’li pulled out a white cloth and wiped his hand clean ofthe sickly, red blood.
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She had come to him before.
Given him the vial, pleaded with him to take. Jin’li had to honor the woman. He had not known what it was until he had been dragged back into his body and seen her face looking down at him, a worried smile on her lips.
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Lady Rema had saved a poor slave for she was kind. Kind enough to try and fix his body, which, after two close calls had become for more than just feeble. His muscles were nearly dead from two long periods of deprived red blood cells. He would never heal entirely, and his diseases would kill him, but, for now, Jin’li was able to move due to the power of magictek.Â
It did not grant him superior strength or speed. He still moved slowly, but he could move, and that was all Jin’li needed to serve his new master.
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She had left him with gifts to give those whom had slain Adin while she was away. His new master had never liked his old. Jin’li could not voice his displeasure. His old master had saved him just as his new master had. He loved both his masters equally and felt conflict. He should kill himself andjoin his first master, but his new master wished him to live and Jin’li could only obey as a slave should.
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Jin’li looked around the city street of Ul’dah, a box resting in his lap as he sat straight, his hands folded on the box in his lap as he gazed around waiting to see one he should give the gift to. His old master had wanted the city destroyed. His new master was more ambitious. Jin’li would serve his new master till his body finally could contain his soul no more. For a slave must serve a master.
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And his new master is kind.
