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Alyssa stood over a long wooden table set up in a small cave a half-a-day’s draken ride out from Illuna. Both hands were hovering a foot above the table, making her look like she was about to slam them down on the keys of an organ as she played some creepy music fitting for an old horror movie. Haunted organ music wouldn’t have been out of place for what she was currently doing either. A bit of The Ghost and Mr. Chicken soundtrack would have fit perfectly. She was in the middle of some real mad…-
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<-- Back | Index | Next --> Tether Knock Knock The body’s design had finally been finalized. Irulon has sketched out an almost disturbingly detailed image of what the dragon wanted from a whole variety of angles. And it wasn’t just the outside that Irulon had drawn. Alyssa had a skeleton drawn out. Another series of sketches laid musculature over the top. Irulon had even gone all out in drawing circulatory and nervous systems. Understanding that Alyssa needed accurate information to…
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Brakkt strode forward, undaunted by the group of infected before him. The group was relatively small. Twelve. No. Thirteen. One was occluded by a larger body in front of it. None looked particularly dangerous. Surely none were as aware as the infected Taker had been… or even his infected younger sister. They were the same low-level infected that he had been killing for the last week. So far, they didn’t know where the infected were coming from. One or two might have been missed by the Astral…
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Although she had agreed to not do anything that might draw the attention of angels to what they were doing, Irulon was not content to simply sit and watch the panels of the Endless Expanse like they were television channels. She had watched for a while. A good hour, even. Irulon could not see the angels—not even the massive wheel-like ones—but she had been able to see the Throne. Or it’s housing structure. The tall tower that was simply there from every angle. She had commented on the shape of the…
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Yora was gone. Alyssa had watched from Illuna’s walls as the entourage disappeared over the horizon, the tips of their banners being the last thing to go. It had made Alyssa wonder whether the bannermen were supposed to carry their banners the entire way back to Yora—a location roughly two weeks out from Illuna—or if they could be collapsed and attached to their horses in some manner. Regardless, after ensuring through Kasita that they hadn’t caused any incidents on their way out, she got some…
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Alyssa took a deep breath. “Sorry I snapped at you,” she said after a long moment of holding it. “I’m just a little frustrated. I expected this to be…” “Easy?” Irulon said, handling a glob of dripping… something. Alyssa’s latest failure. The princess didn’t seem concerned in the slightest that whatever it was leaking might be toxic. Rather, she looked at it like she wanted to dissect it. Not that it was living. At least, Alyssa was pretty sure it wasn’t living. Alyssa wasn’t…
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Alyssa woke up much too early. She had a headache. Her throat felt a little sore and her eyes were dry. The woes of having stayed out way too late. Perhaps she should have expected it, but Rokien and Worrik had sat around talking with each other for hours. The topics they covered ranged from joyous assurances that they were both alright to mournful recounting of the deceased—names Alyssa hadn’t recognized, for the most part. She really felt awkward listening in on them. Most of the time, she sat off…
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Clasping her hands together in front of her, Alyssa closed her eyes and concentrated. She could picture what she wanted. A nice, tight-fitting pair of sports sunglasses. Not goggles, but something that concealed her eyes fully even from the sides. And something that wouldn’t crack or chip easily. Sunglasses. She had worn them tons of times, donning many different styles over her life. She knew what they looked like. Her mental picture was as perfect as could be. Pulling her hands apart from each…
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Even knowing that the apophis hadn’t randomly murdered humans and wasn’t likely to go around randomly murdering humans, taking the apophis back to Illuna was still an iffy idea at best. A gremlin could be easily ignored by the general populace as a quaint curiosity. They were half the size of grown men and not particularly strong either. An apophis hanging around the camp, big enough to easily spot from the farmland north and east of Illuna, would surely start rumors spreading. Not the idle…
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Waiting for the Fractal Lock to end was a lot more nerve wracking than Alyssa felt it should be. She had neglected to look at her phone immediately after starting the spell, so she didn’t know the exact time she had cast it. Even with that, Fractal Lock wasn’t a perfect twelve hours. Just close enough. So Alyssa had started a small camp fire in the middle of the island nearest to Lueta. Partially for the light. Night had just fallen a short while ago. But mostly, it was to try to dry off a bit. For as…
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