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    About Tower Curator

    Hello everyone! I am Tower Curator and I write serial fiction. Since 2015, starting with Void Domain, I’ve been publishing roughly two chapters a week non-stop. The only breaks tend to be between the different series I’ve written. I publish in just about every genre, from urban-fantasy to isekai-adjacent, to a psychic espionage thriller. Everything I have written is available for free right here on my site.

    Outside writing, I typically spend my time playing games, reading books, and writing a bit more.

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    • Preparations for a Royal Visitation

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      by Tower Curator “Horrik! Unleash the cannons!” “Aye, Lady Katja.” The hammering thumps resounding in Katja’s chest as alchemical explosives detonated in series was music to her ears. According to one of the former Duke’s advisors, who now served Katja, Cliff had only once come under attack via sea. That had been nearly a hundred years ago in yet another conflict with Evestani—or rather, the empire that was their predecessor. But that didn’t mean that the local guard had neglected the defenses.…
    • Dawn

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      by Tower Curator The chamber, dimly lit by specially tuned glowstones to keep the light levels low, was thick with the scent of magic. It was practically tangible, more akin to the air in the Underworld. It was a different sort of magic, however, yet one familiar to Arkk. Now that he was experiencing it for a third time, he could easily pick up on Xel’atriss, Lock and Key’s touch of magic in the air. Claire, once a formidable dark elf warrior, now lay vulnerable on the bed. Her body, wracked by the unseen forces of…
    • Arrival in Mystakeen

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      by Tower Curator As dawn’s first light crested the horizon, a majestic procession emerged from over the hill of the Principality of Vaales, making its way toward the ancient stone bridge that spanned the vast canyon that was Mystakeen’s border. At the head of the caravan, a group of mounted heralds clad in gleaming armor announced the approach of royalty with the melodious call of trumpets echoing against the canyon walls. In all his time serving the Duchy, Hawkwood had never had a face-to-face meeting with the King…
    • Research and Development

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      by Tower Curator The war was still active and ongoing, but it changed in the last few weeks. Rather than marching a large army across the entirety of the Duchy, Evestani had taken to subtler tactics. Smaller cells had orders to accomplish specific objectives. Since capturing the leader of the Thyne River group, Arkk had come across three other cells in the vicinity of Elmshadow. The Thyne River group had orders to detonate alchemical explosives inside the Thyne Burg, specifically any building that sat on the river…
    • Trust

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      by Tower Curator “Haven’t we been this way before?” “No.” “You don’t know that. You can’t even see.” “I see what I need to see.” Leda glowered at the back of the dragonoid’s head. At one point in time, she had feared Priscilla would eat her. Or drop her. Having gone on more than a handful of these exploratory ventures with Priscilla, Leda wouldn’t say that she was afraid anymore. If the dragonoid were going to eat her, surely she would have done so already. That wasn’t to say that…
    • Expeditionary Matters

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      by Tower Curator “Why are you still here, elf?” Alya turned an irritated glare on the old orc. “You well know why I am here, orc.” Olatt’an let out a small chuckle. “Not here,” he said, waving a hand around the desolate landscape. The Underworld was, as always, void of life. The air was thick with an almost palpable sense of loss and desolation, as if the land itself mourned its fallen state. Olatt’an wasn’t sure if that was because of the Cloak of Shadows or if it was his imagination, projecting…
    • Of Necromancy and Gods

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      by Tower Curator “Current food stores can feed the prisoners for three weeks with mild rationing. Further than that and we’ll need either extreme rationing or another source of food.” Arkk nodded his head, sliding a paper across his desk. “Thank you, Alma. Maintain the mild ration for now then. We’ll reevaluate our situation after a week. I hope to receive a response from Evestani’s leader by then.” If it came down to it, he could create hatcheries and pig farms like what Fortress Al-Mir had. There were…
    • Securing Territory

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      by Tower Curator “It doesn’t feel good.” “War never does.” Arkk didn’t have the experience to make that kind of claim. He wasn’t old enough to have seen any other wars. All he had were the stories told by bards, mercenaries, adventurers, and other ramblemen who passed through Langleey Village. Hawkwood sat on the other side of the room, scowling at a letter delivered by a Swiftwing harpy. “They always glorified it. Stories, that is. Warriors fighting off the barbarian hordes and heroes standing…
    • Maintaining Order

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      by Tower Curator On one hand, Arkk felt like a deep burden had been lifted from his shoulders. The Duke was gone. His army was effectively under Arkk’s control. Evestani was broken and retreating. They had a whole nation across the border, so he couldn’t count them out of the fight. Especially not while that avatar was leading them. But, for the time being, they were not an immediate issue looming on the horizon. There was the issue of the Prince. Prince Cedric Valorian Lafoar. The Prince lacked scrying…
    • Phase Four – Siege

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      by Tower Curator Getting men to close the last few paces and engage in combat wasn’t an easy task. The young, no matter their talk while gearing up, would find themselves nervous while those experienced in war and combat would know the risks well. Only the foolhardy would charge ahead, bleating their cries of war. They were usually the first to fall. No matter how foolish they were, their deaths would harm the morale of everyone around them. Which was why Hawkwood did not accept the foolhardy…
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