About Tower Curator
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Arkk, Kia, Olatt’an, Vezta, Zullie, and Abbess Hannah teleported into the undead storage room, the rapid movement still feeling slightly sluggish but not as bad as it had been. All carried a veritable armory of the counter-demon weapons Zullie had developed. In the five minutes since escaping the demon’s captivity, he had devised a tentative plan for dealing with the entity. He wished there was more time, but he couldn’t allow a demon to roam unchecked through his fortress. There was so much to…-
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Ilya drew back an arrow on her bow, held it for a brief moment as she repositioned her aim, then loosed the arrow. It soared through the forest, missing trees and branches by the thickness of a leaf, narrowly avoiding being knocked off course. The forward scout of the Evestani Army dropped with the arrow sticking out the back of his neck. A quick motion of her hand had the Shieldbreakers charging forward, backed up by Dakka’s team of shadow-armored orcs. The remaining eight scouts tried to put up a…
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“Two Arkks, you say?” Vezta stood at the table. Her eyes—the ones in the usual spot on her face—swept over the group of five. Olatt’an, Kia, Claire, Zullie, and Hale. Everyone else was busy with the operation. Vezta had half a mind to put an end to it, to focus on uncovering what happened to Arkk, but Fortress Al-Mir had enough personnel to carry out multiple operations at once these days. The real problem was that of an imposter, period. If the story the dark elves told was true, an Arkk…
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Joanne moved through a series of tunnels with some of her fellow former Claymores. Working with people she had known for years made operations like today’s go smoother and easier. Not that working with Arkk’s other units was particularly difficult. She had thought it would be. As a human who had been in a human-majority organization, their tactics and training were designed for humans. Although demihumans, such as orcs, were relatively similar to humans, their favored tactics often differed. Orcs,…
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“Emissaries of the Laughing Prince are not to be trusted,” Vezta said through pursed lips. “You don’t like undead either?” Ilya asked. Watching the skeletons move about gave Ilya a deeply unsettling feeling inside her chest. The undead of the Necropolis weren’t like the skeletons Arkk had raised. Arkk created puppets using bones as a base. The denizens of the Necropolis were people, able to think and act on their own. Not only did Ilya find herself uneasy in their presence, but she felt…
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“Lady Shadows,” Arkk said, kneeling in front of the statue of the Cloak of Shadows. “In times past, your followers laid many offerings at your altars.” Arkk produced a small bowl of fruit. Dried preserves left over from the long winter. It was a strange offering, in his eyes. He expected an obsidian dagger, one of those bolts of shadowy cloth, or even something made in the Shadow Forge. But, after a consultation with the Protector, Arkk had settled on a few more mundane items. Fruit, back in the…
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Arkk leaned back in his chair, tapping his fingers over a sheet of parchment that sat atop his desk. “The temple room is a conduit to the Pantheon,” Arkk said, looking up to Vezta. “You said that before, right? Your former master was able to use it to gain boons?” “That is correct,” Vezta said with a half-bow. “Though I do not know the proper rituals as my former master considered it a rather private affair, I do know he frequently ventured into the temple, sealed all doors, and emerged…
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Arkk stood at the edge of the encampment, his eyes scanning the rows upon rows of soldiers assembled before him. They stood silently, their armor immaculately shined and the tabards in solid black with violet edges. Each bore the crest of Company Al-Mir on their chests, shields, and banners. Their faces were determined, showing no fear… or much of anything else. There was an eerie blank look to every one of them if looked at a little too close. Savren did good work. The ritual circle powering the ten…
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“We cannot communicate, can we?” The mechanical creature turned at Agnete’s question. The gears and panels making up its ‘face’ turned and shifted. A ratcheting noise came from somewhere deeper within. It clearly heard the question. There was no indication of understanding. It didn’t nod or shake its head, it didn’t speak back to her even in that language the clockwork eye used. It just… stared. Communication wasn’t a skill Agnete thought of herself as possessing under normal…
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“ᛈᛚᛖᚨᛊᛖ ᚲᛟᛗᛖ ᚹᛁᛏᚺ ᛗᛖ.” Agnete jerked her head at the voice. The background thrum of the Anvil hammered away, clacking and clanging and whirring and grinding. It had been overwhelming in the first few moments. Agnete wasn’t sure if she had adjusted to it or if her magic was at work, but it felt like a mere distant noise now. But that voice had not. As a living human who, on occasion, interacted with others, Agnete had heard voices before. In her time with the…
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