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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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    • Plots and Plans

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      by Tower Curator “This library is useless,” Ilya said, tossing a book into the trash pile. A pile that was growing much faster than the keep pile. Fortress Al-Mir’s library might have been an impressive collection of tomes and knowledge at one point in time, but that time had long since passed. If only time had been eating away at this room, there might have been some worth salvaging. Unfortunately, much like many other rooms in the fortress, there was a fissure in the ceiling. This one wasn’t as large as the…
    • Discussions and Promises

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      by Tower Curator “No amount of glaring is going to bring my mood down today!” Arkk said with a laugh, raising his flagon with the crowd. Once it became clear that Vezta was not a danger to the people of the village, suspicion turned to relief and relief turned to joy. Langleey Village would not fall to the wolves—or goblins—and the people would not have to beg the Duke for mercy. After clearing out the goblins who missed the memo that it was time to leave, everyone returned to the plaza. It was a bit of a grisly…
    • The Defense of Langleey

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      by Tower Curator Arkk drew back his bowstring, not bothering to aim. The second he had enough power behind the arrow, he released it. He didn’t watch where it went, assuming it would hit something in the mass of monsters, and instead pulled out another arrow, drew it back, and let it go as fast as he could. It seemed as if Ilya had gotten the rest of the village to flee. There were no other humans around. The goblins and orcs were not fighting anyone, free to pillage and plunder as much as they wanted. None of the…
    • The Constellation

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      by Tower Curator There were three things going through Arkk’s head. The first being that rituals were overrated. It was no wonder that most spellcasters avoided them in favor of spoken incantations. The academies maintained lectures on rituals more as a historical feat than for practical applications. Incantations were limited, they could only enact one effect and couldn’t be easily altered without rewriting the entire incantation, but they were typically safe because of that. Arkk struggled to come up with a…
    • The Lines

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      by Tower Curator It took time to recall Kia and Claire. With the end of the war, they often spent their time quietly moving around Mystakeen, acting more like the mercenaries they once had been than whatever Company Al-Mir had turned into these days. They hadn’t taken to the peacetime as well as most of Arkk’s other employees. Every few weeks, they stopped by to see if anything interesting was going on, bringing the heads of anyone causing trouble in Mystakeen, from bandits to unruly barons taking advantage of the…
    • The Great War Aftermath – Al-Mir

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      by Tower Curator Arkk stood in Langleey Village, seated on a small bench just down the way from the old shack he once called his home. A family far too large for the small building now tried to squeeze into it. Refugees from Smilesville, brought here after he ordered their evacuation in advance of the Eternal Empire warships sailing past the burg. They wouldn’t need to stay for much longer, only until his men were sure there was no danger of straggling groups that had made off into the night. A group of children, a…
    • The Great War Aftermath – Mystakeen

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      by Tower Curator Master Inquisitrix Sylvara Astra heaved a heavy crate up onto her shoulder with surprising ease. Multiple visits to Hale to repair everything from missing limbs to minor cuts had left her changed. She was yet to decide if those changes were in any way positive in the long term. At the time, war and the threat of the avatar left her eager to visit the heretical healer. Now, she was left to live the rest of her life with the abnormalities and any complications that arose from their presence. So far,…
    • The Great War Aftermath – Chernlock

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      by Tower Curator “Viscount Lethster has managed to scrounge up another eight hundred from the towns in his realm. He claims he will find another two hundred more.” “Viscountess Quincy already supplied well over two thousand men for the invasion of Evestani. She is unsure if she can amass a meaningful number of additional conscripts.” “Baron Bombast sends kind regards and a request to cease attempts at conscripting his miners. At least so long as you wish for the Kingdom to be supplied with his…
    • The End of an Empire

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      by Tower Curator “Found you,” Arkk murmured. It wasn’t a big thing. A small sliver of a wall going missing. Perhaps the length of his hand and the width of a finger. But Fortress Al-Mir’s Heart was incredibly sensitive to any disruptions. Any damage to its structure set off alarm bells in the back of Arkk’s mind. Alarm bells were currently tolling in one of the vertical shafts blocking the way forward. Arkk teleported to the shaft, standing on a small grate made specifically to prevent anyone from moving up…
    • The Empress

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      by Tower Curator Arkk staggered back, slumping against the wall. The fingers of his recently regrown draconic arm twitched and jittered. Sparks of lightning jumped from claw-like fingernail to claw-like fingernail despite having been interrupted before he could fry the Empress. At least he hadn’t blown the arm off this time. He wasn’t sure if that was because he had been more careful, the talisman that Zullie gave him that was supposed to redirect any backlash into a depleted glowstone, or if the draconic-looking arm…
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