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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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“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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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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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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“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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