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    • Ticket to the Moon Cover
      by Tower Curator Alyssa pressed her back against the house’s wall, having ducked around the corner. Fela charged off, out of Alyssa’s bubble of invisibility. She should have cared more. Fela being seen by other people could be a disaster. A monster in the middle of the city, attacking a human. And if one of the royal family was seen with Fela… They would have found out eventually, but that would presumably have been under controlled circumstances. Here and now, there would be panic. At the moment, Alyssa found it…
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      by Tower Curator Alyssa’s heart skipped a beat as she heard the garage door creak open. It was such a familiar noise. She honestly hadn’t believed that she was homesick, but being around so much nostalgia was trying. The footsteps through the laundry room were softer than she remembered. Is that a sign of depression? Or am I imagining things? She didn’t get a chance to consider her own question. “Mom,” Alyssa whispered to herself. The woman who just crossed the hall into the kitchen didn’t notice. She…
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      Soul Searching

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      by Tower Curator Alyssa bolted up the stairs of the guild building toward the individual rooms. She practically threw some poor man into the wall as she sprinted upward without so much as a word of apology. Ignoring the indignant shout behind her, she continued to the third floor. Like many taverns in large cities, the guild had an attached inn. Smaller towns didn’t have anything of the sort. One was expected to either sleep in their own cart or to ask for shelter with one of the local residents. Teneville had a…
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      Prophecy

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      by Tower Curator The vanguard for the Juno Federation included two familiar faces. Made up of only thirty people, Alyssa had to wonder at them sending two arcanists with them. She could honestly not remember either of their names. The man who had been captured by Brakkt and later freed during the incident at the palace was right at the head of the vanguard group. Just to his side and back, the woman who had been with him rode along. They were all on horses. Most of which were wearing some kind of armor over their heads…
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      by Tower Curator 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…
    • The Woman Above All Cover
      by Tower Curator The universe wasn’t as large as it used to be. It hadn’t physically grown smaller in size. Quite the contrary, actually. There were systems of the Throne designed to expand and populate the physical universe in perpetuity. No actual conscious effort was needed to do so, though it also wasn’t a constant or quick thing. But, for Alyssa Meadows, even what little expansion there had been felt like nothing in the grand scheme of things. It was a consequence of taking the Throne. It was everywhere. And…
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      Mental Fracture

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      by Tower Curator Alyssa blinked. She was staring at Irulon for some reason. The princess had a look of genuine surprise on her face, but she quickly schooled it away behind her smile, which opened right up as her lips began to flap. Noise came out. Vibrations in the air that might as well have been static on a radio for all Alyssa could understand it. So she didn’t bother trying. Instead, she focused on herself. Moving ever so slightly rubbed her the wrong way. She was soaking wet. Sweat poured off every inch of her…
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      by Tower Curator Getting back into the town proper was the last thing Alyssa wanted to do. With their food and water destroyed, she didn’t see much of a reason to stick about. If this were a true medieval society, they would almost certainly be dead by now. Unfortunately, the Message spell existed. Alyssa had found the spell moderately useful. It definitely wasn’t a phone, but sending quick warnings was probably what it had been originally designed for. And if these people sent off a request for help, extra supplies…
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      Adrael

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      by Tower Curator The Endless Expanse truly lived up to its name. As far as could be perceived, crystal lattice formed into structures. From tall towers to smooth domes, the Expanse encompassed all. No matter for how long one traveled, they would never reach the end. Prismatic light of every hue glimmered off the pristine walls. It was a sight that no mortals had seen. Many sections couldn’t be seen by mortal eyes. Every so often, sections of the Expanse shifted out of existence, folding in on themselves as the landscape…
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      Help from Above

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      by Tower Curator Iosefael hovered in the air high above the group of mortals. She stared down with piercing eyes, just as unblinking as Irulon’s. Both of them were focused on Izsha’s body. Or rather, both were focused on Izsha. Irulon couldn’t see souls and Alyssa doubted that Iosefael cared much about bodies. She had not returned empty-handed. One of Iosefael’s hands was wrapped up in that golden glove that stretched halfway up her arm. Her other hand held a familiar staff. Adrael’s golden staff matched…
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