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“The things I was working on over there… You should have seen them.” “I did see some of them,” Arkk said. “The lesser servant is over there even now. So far, nobody has come by your workshop to check on you.” “Not surprising. I wasn’t… captive. At least, I don’t think I was. It’s just that only I and the leader of that place have the capability to create beings like Who. They figured now was a great time to increase production.” Arkk closed his eyes, drawing a deep breath…-
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They didn’t have long. Three people and a comatose dragonoid made noise, left tracks, and otherwise made it extremely easy for others to find them. They couldn’t move with any real haste. There was no easy way of finding their allies. They were, in short, in a deep pit of shit. Leda followed along, trailing just behind the human and the beastman. She kept glancing around, expecting a platoon of enemy soldiers to pop out from behind the trees. At the same time, she tried to rack her mind for any…
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“Priscilla?” Leda whispered, eyes darting around with fear and worry. She had finally found the dragonoid. It hadn’t been difficult. Priscilla plowed through the trunk of a tree, sending it toppling to the ground, and then left a massive gouge through the dirt for a good hundred paces, crashing against another few trees in the process. All Leda had to do was follow the destruction. The hardest part had been getting out of the harness in the tree. One of Leda’s wings was broken. She hadn’t…
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“He isn’t responding.” “Did something happen?” “The dark elves are still out.” “They’re fine… I think,” Hale said, leaning over the two unconscious elves. Neither were injured in any way that she could think to check. Because of some of Zullie’s experiments, their bodies weren’t exactly usual. Having sat in for some experiments, including Project Liminal, Hale was somewhat well-versed in abnormal magical effects. Because of that, she could see only one thing that might be…
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“Hey? You still alive?” Consciousness returned to Joanne like a mallet to the back of the head. She let out a hiss, reaching back as she lifted her head from the dirt floor. Her fingers felt an unpleasant wetness. Blood, most assuredly. Strangely enough, she didn’t feel any real wound. There was no stinging sensation that she recognized as cuts in her skin. Or else the stinging was simply drowned out by the sheer ache that coursed through the entire rest of her body. “You were banged up.…
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Noise and machines, sparks and fire, pistons and gears. The Anvil of All Worlds was, as always, in motion. It was a world of sound. A world of lights. A world of endless work. It never stopped. There was a sun in this world—though the thick layer of smog completely obscured the sky, the world itself still brightened in the morning and darkened in the evenings. Yet the machines never stopped. Even lesser servants paused their work and enveloped themselves in a starlight cocoon for brief minutes of rest…
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Arkk lightly tapped the tips of his fingers against the crystal ball, readjusting its perspective. From certain angles, at certain times of day when the light hit just right, he could almost see through the haze of mist that covered the Evestani army. It wasn’t clear. The effect worked only for a few minutes before the sun’s position changed too much. But it gave him a glimpse into the army’s actions. Usually, one of the scrying teams was in charge of the brief period of observation. They would…
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“Another project ready for testing,” Zullie said. “Project Capsule. I think this one might stand a good chance at eliminating the threat of those golden rays.” “Good,” Arkk said. “What do you need? Volunteers or material?” “Volunteers. They should expect discomfort, but nothing quite as life-altering as what those dark elves went through.” Arkk pursed his lips. He had asked Zullie to try to stick to projects that didn’t require people. First of all, it was surprisingly…
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“You don’t look like you’re all that happy, Mags. Wasn’t this what you wanted?” The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the rolling hills and the sprawling encampments of the two armies. The air was thick with the scent of earth and sweat, mingling with the distant clamor of soldiers preparing for the day’s drills. Joanne along with other former members of the Claymores led groups around a marked-out track, Lyssa the werecat was in charge of a small subset of Arkk’s…
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“Prince Cedric,” Arkk said. The private meeting room within the former Duke’s manor possessed the same air of opulence and finery that it had under the Duke’s rule. Heavy velvet drapes, a deep shade of burgundy, were drawn tightly over tall, arched windows. Slivers of moonlight slipped through the gaps only to be washed out by the bright glowstone lamps hanging from the ceiling. It was far too fancy of a place for either Katja or the Prince, which probably meant that nobody had bothered…
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