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      Aftermath - SuleAftermath of the Duke’s Party – Sule

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      by Tower Curator The last rays of a peaceful sun set over the Evestani Sultanate. When the sun next shined down, it would be stained with the blood of war. Sule, Sultan of Evestani, sat with his legs crossed atop an oversized chair. Below him, two rows of young women leaned over shallow bowls of water placed in front of each, listening to the ripples. Every few moments, one would lean back, babble a few incoherent words, then lean back over their bowl. An interpreter, sitting in the center of the room at a circular…
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      Aftermath - HawkwoodAftermath of the Duke’s Party – Hawkwood

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      by Tower Curator Hawkwood hadn’t expected to wake. Ever. He could remember what happened well enough. The commotion at the party. A sharp stabbing sensation in his back. The attempt to call for help as his legs went weak. The shocked expression on Arkk’s face. Finally, the sudden rush of lightheadedness, akin to standing too fast except far, far more severe. He knew then, as the darkness took him, that he was dead. His heart stabbed straight through. Now, he could feel his heart hammering in his head, throbbing…
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      Aftermath of the Barrows

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      by Tower Curator Ilya grasped at her side, teeth clenched tight. The ointment that Abbess Keena had slathered onto her wound helped to numb the pain, but only while sitting still. She tried not to move too much, but at the same time, she didn’t want to appear injured. The orc, Dakka, sported a similar wound. A deep gash right in her side nearly twice as long as Ilya’s wound. She wasn’t grimacing and limping around. The Abbess hadn’t even tended to the orc. Yet Dakka carried around her ridiculous shield riddled…
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      Acquiring Allies Aftermath

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      by Tower Curator “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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      A Whole New World

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      by Tower Curator Every time Arkk closed his eyes, he saw a god. That brief glimpse that he had gotten with his actual eyes before Vezta pulled him down replayed in his mind over and over again. Even just walking into a dark room made him feel like that looming presence was going to pop out of the shadows. It might not be harmful. Xel’atriss might have even been helpful. Arkk didn’t think he wanted to go before any god ever again. It wasn’t even that he was afraid that it would do something. Arkk feared that…
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      A Return Home

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      by Tower Curator “Does anyone have any ideas on how to avoid the effects of mind magic?” Arkk looked around the meeting table. Vezta didn’t move in the slightest in response to his question. She simply sat with her hands clasped on the table, watching him with her unblinking eyes. Zullie, sitting across from Arkk, hummed but didn’t say anything. She glanced upward, looking to the ceiling as if she might be able to divine the answer to his question from the maze-like pattern overhead. Rekk’ar leaned back in…
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      A Missing Leader

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      by Tower Curator “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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      Adventures of a Lesser ServantA Lesser Servant’s Adventures Through the Anvil

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      by Tower Curator 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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      A Kingdom Fallen

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      by Tower Curator As Ilya stepped into the main chamber of the palace, her eyes were immediately drawn to the intricate patterns adorning the vaulted ceilings. Dozens of small tiles formed large, decorative circles and waves with swirling motifs of gold. The room was vast and wealthy. Rich tapestries hung from the walls, each telling the tale of Evestani victories and prosperity in golden thread, now overshadowed by the banners of the Greater Kingdom of Chernlock. A faint scent of incense lingered in the air, barely…
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      A Glimpse Into the Realms

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      by Tower Curator Morvin arrived at the portal chamber just in time to watch a lesser servant scurry up the side of the archway, slot in a keystone, and then leap from the height. It landed with a heavy slop against the stone tiles. Apparently unharmed, it scurried off to a corner of the room without delay. Vezz’ok moved ahead, hurrying over to the portal where he proceeded to give it that little spark of magic, activating the portal. Fortress Al-Mir would keep it running now that it was active. The shimmering liquid…
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