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Arkk stood at the edge of the encampment, his eyes scanning the rows upon rows of soldiers assembled before him. They stood silently, their armor immaculately shined and the tabards in solid black with violet edges. Each bore the crest of Company Al-Mir on their chests, shields, and banners. Their faces were determined, showing no fear… or much of anything else. There was an eerie blank look to every one of them if looked at a little too close. Savren did good work. The ritual circle powering the ten…-
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“Three… two… one… stop,” Arkk said, watching as the sands ran out of a small hourglass. Savren pulled a small glowstone from the center of a middling ritual circle and quickly began examining it. It took a few minutes to finish and then he still had to pull out a small notebook and scribble down a few numbers. Arkk occupied his time watching as the landscape shimmered around him. A withered village, run-down and abandoned from the first time Evestani traversed the land, wavered and wobbled.…
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Agnete stepped into the vast chamber, her breath catching in her throat as she stared with wide eyes. The room was a colossal expanse, a domed structure as large as a moderate village, where rivers of molten metal flowed like lava throughout a great basin. Streams of red-hot metal fell like waterfalls from tall crucibles hanging from massive chains or wide-open pipes mounted in the walls. The heat was oppressive, even for Agnete, but the hazy, burning air wasn’t enough to stop her. She stepped…
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“We cannot communicate, can we?” The mechanical creature turned at Agnete’s question. The gears and panels making up its ‘face’ turned and shifted. A ratcheting noise came from somewhere deeper within. It clearly heard the question. There was no indication of understanding. It didn’t nod or shake its head, it didn’t speak back to her even in that language the clockwork eye used. It just… stared. Communication wasn’t a skill Agnete thought of herself as possessing under normal…
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“This is it?” Arkk leaned over Zullie’s desk, frowning at the object clasped between the metal claws. It… wasn’t exactly what he had expected. His researchers had been hard at work. Since they couldn’t try to connect to the Anvil until the scrying team found another portal archway, Sylvara, Zullie, and the others went back to the binding agent project to oppose the avatar of the Heart of Gold. This binding agent was constructed using items recovered from the Silence. Although several…
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“ᛈᛚᛖᚨᛊᛖ ᚲᛟᛗᛖ ᚹᛁᛏᚺ ᛗᛖ.” Agnete jerked her head at the voice. The background thrum of the Anvil hammered away, clacking and clanging and whirring and grinding. It had been overwhelming in the first few moments. Agnete wasn’t sure if she had adjusted to it or if her magic was at work, but it felt like a mere distant noise now. But that voice had not. As a living human who, on occasion, interacted with others, Agnete had heard voices before. In her time with the…
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Arkk stared at the crystalline archway with a mild nervousness. He couldn’t stop sweating. Granted, part of that was Agnete at his side, running a little hotter than normal, but at least a little came from worries over what might come through that portal. The former orc homeland was a wide and, as with all of the Underworld, desolate place. A few days of labor had rebuilt some of the ruins around, providing shelter and, more importantly, fortifications around the portal. Flying, lightning-spewing…
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Prince Cedric Valorian Lafoar stood with his hands clasped behind his back, staring out to sea from the tall tower of the Cliff manor. The early light of the Mon morning gleamed off the glassy surface of the calm ocean. Clouds, high and wispy, did little to diminish the light. It gave him a clear view of the three dozen ships spread out around the Cliff harbor in a defensive arrangement. None of the ships were even half as large as one of the Eternal Empire’s warships, but they didn’t need to be.…
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They said that the heat of battle could do one of two things to age. The adrenaline, the sudden happenings, and the drive to survive in the face of death could erode the effects of age, temporarily lessening the wear and tear on a soldier’s body, making them move with the agility and vigor of a man ten years younger. Muscles, remembering past and training, might stretch and react with a quickness honed to a fine point in years past. Reflexes would hasten, senses heighten, and, for a few fleeting moments,…
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“Excellent work, keep it up,” Arkk said, leaving Sylvara and the rest of his research team. Following the information Sylvara acquired from the Abbey headquarters, they were well on their way to creating an actual weapon against the Heart of Gold’s avatar. They were utilizing both the flowers and the hammock from the Eternal Silence’s domain. Judging from early trials, the hammock was going to work better as whatever catalyst Sylvara needed. Arkk didn’t care much what they used so long as it…
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