About Tower Curator
Stories
6
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3.6 M
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12 d, 13 h
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Erika’s good mood did not last long. As if attracted by the fight with the pale-tattooed man, flocks of metallic birds swarmed overhead. If there had been a sun in this place, they would have blotted it out. As it was, Erika didn’t know why she could see with no obvious source of light and, frankly, did not care. “Reload!” Erika shouted, passing her spent gun to one cultist whose name she still had not learned. They took it from her and passed her a loaded gun in return, which Erika snatched up,…-
324.6 K • Ongoing
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Layer by layer, sense by sense, Erika felt herself peeled apart. Sound went first: the gunfire, the shouts, the screech of metal birds all stretched and warped, then snapped into a cacophonous silence. The bridge, the van, and her allies smeared into streaks of color, then into impossible geometries—shapes that hurt to look at, their colors did not exist. Smell and taste followed, but not quietly. The spiciest curry paled compared to the taste of reality. A violent explosion of every taste at once…
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324.6 K • Ongoing
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Erika sat in the rear seat of The Warrior’s enchanted van, glowering out the window as they traveled away from the bird city, back toward the long, black cobblestone bridge. “Am I the only one who thinks we shouldn’t be headed toward the giant monster chained up under a bridge?” The Stalker asked, echoing Erika’s thoughts. Nothing about the situation felt good to Erika, but she didn’t exactly have better ideas. They were headed back to where Erika found herself after appearing in this…
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324.6 K • Ongoing
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The van jerked and shuddered, throwing its occupants around, as Erika tried to get them back to the ground. She kept one hand tight on the parking brake, depressing the release button and easing it forward, only to rip it back again once they started falling. It was slow, uncomfortable, and giving her a headache, but they were moving. If there was a better way down, The Stalker wasn’t saying. “Can’t believe he’s dead,” The Stalker said, gripping the handhold over the rear seat. “I…
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324.6 K • Ongoing
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Erika peered out the motel window, eyeing the cars as they moved up and down the street. This motel was a dump. The door next to hers looked like it had been in a fight with a battering ram and had only survived thanks to someone bolting a metal plate over a gaping hole. Mold clung to the air, thick and sour, around the entire block, while her room smelled of smoke. There were burn marks in the small table next to the bed—too big for cigarettes, more like the calling card of a heroin junkie. The…
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The light of the ritual circle blazed to life as Eva pressed a slight bit of magic into the center of the circle. Around her, back in their spots, everyone knelt with far more nervous faces than they had when they first started out today---if that was possible. They weren't kneeling because they were forced to. At least not yet. Despite the glowing violet light of the ritual circle having reached the outer edge, both avatars were still entirely inert. Apparently, when Arachne had first started changing,…-
1.0 M • Completed
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Nel's body shook as a chilly breeze swept through the throne room. Her back pressed up against the marble throne. Nel tried to shrink her body in on itself without looking like she was. A tight metal collar around her neck and a few leather straps around the rest of her body was not enough to keep her warm. If she had her focus, the problem could easily be rectified. A simple warming spell was no issue for a mage of her talents. Warming spells shouldn't be an issue for any thaumaturge that was not a…
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1.0 M • Completed
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Eva slumped over her desk. Basila lay curled up on top. Eva lightly prodded the sleeping sculpture, poking the side of its scaly head. It didn't seem to like that. Every now and again, it would snap at her finger. Some kind of mental conditioning kept it from biting hard or with its fangs. It ended up suckling around Eva's spindly finger. That only made Eva prod it more. Her master didn't have any useful advice about her eyes. He only said, "don't take the first deal you hear," and stalked off to…
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1.0 M • Completed
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Irene dug her fingers into the moist soil. The small hole grew as she wiggled her fingers. As smooth and soft as the magically modified dirt was, she could feel it grinding underneath her fingernails. She had to purchase a fingernail brush for this class alone. Her nails were clipped short and she'd long given up painting them. Other students wore gloves to avoid getting dirt on their hands. Irene's hands instantly turned into balls of sweat the moment gloves touched her. Her hand snapped back to her…
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"Spencer!" Eva crushed a glass vial in her hands. She glared up at the teacher. Or the black band of leather over her eyes glared up. "Gloves off in this class unless they're lab gloves." "I was doing fine until you shouted at me." "You'll soak up materials you don't want to walk around with." Professor Lurcher glowered down at the girl. "Gloves off." The steel spoon bent in her other hand. Grains of paradise spilled over the table. Eva grit her teeth. She threw down the spoon with a clatter…
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1.0 M • Completed
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