About Tower Curator
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“So, first thing first I guess… I am assuming because you are here that you got rid of the Astral Authority?” Alyssa said as she walked along the street. She would have liked to have had this conversation in a bit of a more relaxed situation. She didn’t have to talk with Tenebrael over tea and crumpets, but standing around on the street able to talk face-to-face would have been nice. But she had other work to do and not a lot of time to do it in. She could have asked Tenebrael if she would stop…-
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There were no assassins for the entire night. Not a single one. Kind of a let down after all the preparation that Alyssa made. Disturbing Fela and Kasita to have a slumber party in a filthy jail cell—there was a vacant room opposite from the intelligencer that Alyssa had asked to use for the night—had been entirely unnecessary. Not that either of them seemed to mind. Really, it was just Alyssa who had been grumpy about it all, despite it being her own idea. The intelligencer hadn’t been all that…
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The intelligencer had been far less useful than Alyssa had been hoping for. She could honestly not tell if she was being lied to or if the intelligencer genuinely didn’t know anything about the group of people. Alyssa had presented the idea that the people were still alive and had simply been detained in the hopes that the intelligencer would worry that one might betray Yora if pressed, but… In short, the intelligencer had done nothing but deny, deny, and deny. She didn’t know anything. She…
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“Going somewhere?” Alyssa asked as she tapped her knuckles on the open door of Volta’s office. The doppelganger was inside, placing some items into a large trunk. Most of the items seemed to be raw materials. Rolls of cloth, mostly. There were a few other odds and ends as well. Cardstock for spells as well as vials of ink, a fairly thick blanket, and a few changes of clothes—which was somewhat strange as Volta’s clone appeared with clothes already on it. Then again, maybe the clothes were for…
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“The old man hasn’t woken up yet?” A… person—Alyssa had trouble referring to anyone in this world as doctors—shook his head. “Not yet.” She had been a bit nervous about bringing the bearded man to the so-called medical professionals of this world. Her memory of the field hospital after the Juno Federation attack was still far too fresh in her mind. Leeches, no sanitation to speak of, people lying in the dirt with open wounds, people throwing up on each other, filthy blankets and…
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The threat level of the city decreased over the following week. No new instances of demonic incursion appeared. That included both infected coming toward the walls and newly infected individuals within the city itself. Fela made frequent rounds to confirm that nothing strange was going on even in the far corners of the city. No giant pits had formed in the swamp or anywhere leading toward Owlcroft, at least not as far as Alyssa was aware. That was despite the massive amount of pentagrams accompanying every…
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“Prince Brakkt, Alyssa, Kasita.” Martin greeted them in the manor’s foyer, wearing a comfortable robe instead of the more militaristic garments Alyssa had seen on him recently. Although he looked about ready to turn in for the night, he appeared to be in a good mood. He was far more relaxed than he had been at the wall the night before and was even smiling as he looked to Fela. “And hellhound. I apologize, I never actually caught your name.” “Fela.” “Fela, excellent. I do believe the…
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Two dozen infected had been chased into the swamp. Either the swamp slowed them enough for pursuers to slaughter, or the Astral Authority already out in the swamp moved to intercept. If she hadn’t known better, Alyssa might have thought that the Astral Authority was working to protect the city. In the distance, both to the north and to the south, Alyssa could see more lights flittering about. Likely chasing more infected. With the darkness, Alyssa couldn’t actually see any infected. It was too far,…
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“It seems as if they are genuinely after some of the monsters. Not to enslave, but to have them work for Yora. Inspired by ‘that hellhound that’s been running around Lyria’ apparently,” Alyssa said with a glance to Fela. The hellhound looked up from her jerky for a moment, offering a shrug. “Not sure that I believe that fully, but it is what the Yora intelligencer said.” Rokien leaned forward, rubbing at the hairs on his bovine chin. Fezzik started to mirror his motions, stopping…
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Dignitaries, such as those visiting from Yora or Irulon and Brakkt, had dedicated quarters almost directly adjacent to the manor of the lord of the land. Brakkt and Irulon weren’t staying in it, of course, choosing to distance themselves by housing with the guild instead, but they could request housing at any time. The building itself rather reminded Alyssa of a mother-in-law house. It was attached to the manor by a covered walkway, but was otherwise a completely separate building. It had its own guards…
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