About Tower Curator
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The park was always a relaxing place. Peaceful. Calming. The bright sun was warming, a welcome change from the relatively cool air that had been around as of late. Sticking around outside wasn’t going to be possible for much longer. Winter chill would be arriving soon. But for today, a number of people were out for that last bit of outdoor fun. Watching families come out for a picnic, enjoying each other’s company, was always nice. It stung a bit, but he always tried to look on the brighter side of…-
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Brakkt stood atop the ramparts of the Fortress of Pandora, looking out over the sandy desert. It wasn’t his first time here, but it was always somewhat depressing. There once stood a city, far out across that desert, that dwarfed Lyria in both size and grandeur. Even the lowliest peasant lived like a king, with wealth and food aplenty. Magic was currently a shadow of what it once was. According to legend, of course. Legends had a tendency to get a little inflated, but there was probably some grains of…
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The darkness of the void was impenetrable, even to the ones who dwelt within. There was little inside. A floor, wide and spacious, could barely be called a thing. It was merely something to stand upon to keep those who lived here from falling endlessly. Beyond that, there was nothing. Nothing but other residents. Most just chose to lie down and curl up. Few ever moved unless an outside stimulus broke them from their misery. Some select few actually engaged with other residents, but even they seemed…
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Bercilak leaned back in his cell, wondering whether or not this was the victory promised to him. It was… difficult to believe it was despite the bravado with which he had faced down Lyria’s Black Prince the day of the battle. If it could even be called a battle. A slaughter without bloodshed was a more accurate descriptor. Or, without much bloodshed in any case. Almost everyone wielding some of the prophesied technology had fallen. After the battle, a few had tried to fight back instead of laying down…
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Alyssa… was not quite sure what was going on. She was adrift again. Or that was what it felt like. No sights or sounds anywhere. No real sensations at all. Yet it was different this time. Every other time, there had been something of an apathetic warmth surrounding everything, which she had decided was either angels or the Throne. Possibly both. Whatever divine magic filled them radiated out through the otherwise void to create a sea of comforting magic. That was all gone. The first thing Alyssa did…
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“To restate, our goals are to find a way to the Throne, take control of the Throne, and use the Throne to shut down the Seraphim.” Alyssa found it a little odd that they were essentially planning a heist—or maybe a coup—right in front of the people they were about to steal from—or overthrow. The Seraphim were obviously the biggest threat, but they were just standing there. Alyssa really had no reason to believe that they would move at all until someone made to move toward the Throne. Even…
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For a moment, for a bare instant, Alyssa just about tried to move closer to the Throne again, just as she had moved from some random balcony into the Throne’s room. If she could just grab it before the Seraphim noticed her standing around, everything could be fixed. She could tell the Seraphim to stop chasing her and Tenebrael and she might even be able to fix this stupid Endless Expanse so it didn’t kill her every time she moved more than a step in any direction. Three things stopped her. The first…
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For all that the Endless Expanse was a hell to mortals, it was, at least, a pretty hell. No fire and brimstone, obviously. Just the fractal iridescence of multi-faceted towers and buildings, all standing tall over what appeared to be an infinite chasm. Looking at it through those portholes that Irulon had developed did not give the city of the Throne the justice it deserved. Everything was just so much more here in person. The towers were unfathomably massive. From all the windows she had looked…
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No one moved. Not Kasita. Not Tenebrael. And certainly not Alyssa. All three of them knew that this was bad. Even Kasita, who had read through the notebooks Alyssa had been making during her stay in this world. Seraphim were protectors of the Throne. The final line of defense. Tenebrael had said that their power was second only to the Throne itself. They were able to destroy planets with a thought or tear reality itself apart. Once deployed, the Seraphim never lost. According to Tenebrael. Though she…
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“Tenebrael sure looks less impressive than I originally imagined.” “Excuse me? I’ll have you know that I can look very impressive if I want,” Tenebrael said with a hefty huff. She spread her wings just a bit. Enough that Alyssa might have thought it was just a natural and unconscious reaction caused by small shifts in her posture were it not for the fact that Tenebrael was a deeply unnatural being. An angel didn’t make unconscious movements. While Alyssa had long assumed such a thing, for…
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