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      Xel’atriss, Lock and Key

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      by Tower Curator Arkk stared through the void around him, hesitant to take a single step. The world had shrunk down to the size of a small sphere, upon which only he and Vezta stood. It was about the size of the , though despite feeling like he was standing at an angle, he didn’t feel like he was about to fall off. There was nowhere to fall to. No up or down, just the sphere and the void. It was as if he stood on the edge of a dream. Vezta was looking around just as much as he was, a frown firmly planted on her…
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      Welcome Home

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      by Tower Curator “The things I was working on over there… You should have seen them.” “I did see some of them,” Arkk said. “The lesser servant is over there even now. So far, nobody has come by your workshop to check on you.” “Not surprising. I wasn’t… captive. At least, I don’t think I was. It’s just that only I and the leader of that place have the capability to create beings like Who. They figured now was a great time to increase production.” Arkk closed his eyes, drawing a deep breath…
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      Weapons Testing

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      by Tower Curator “Brace. Three. Two. One—” The floor of the Walking Fortress Al-Lavik shook as a boulder slammed into its side. The slight rocking made Arkk take a step to the side. Beyond that, he barely felt anything. Closing his eyes, he focused on the tower, examining it through the link to its . Some of the reinforced stone bricks had taken a slight beating. He could see where the boulder had impacted it. Conjured dirt and stone from the boulder scraped off against the wall, leaving an ugly scar on its…
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      Wasteland

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      by Tower Curator There were a few things about the other side of the portal that stuck out as just being off. The sun didn’t seem to set. If whatever was up in those orange clouds was a sun at all. Since the portal opened, round-the-clock guards stationed at the entrance had kept an eye on the situation. None of them could recall any darkening of the other side. Even after spending three hours on the other side of the portal, waiting for Zullie to give her assessment of its stability, the dark orange light in the sky…
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      War Machines

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      by Tower Curator “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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      Walking Fortress Istanur

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      by Tower Curator “Master, I am not sure this is the wisest idea.” “Neither Evestani nor the Duke are making any obvious moves. That surely won’t hold out. This may be our only chance for a long while.” Arkk stood atop the wall in the Underworld, looking out across the deserted wasteland. He couldn’t see the shadowy tower that Priscilla and Leda had discovered. Priscilla wasn’t the best at estimating distances because of her blindness and Leda had been too frightened to keep her eyes open for most of the…
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      Walking Fortress Al-Lavik

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      by Tower Curator The Walking Fortress in Allworld was almost complete. It wasn’t as tall as the Walking Fortress over in the Underworld, nor was it as bulky. That wasn’t to say that it was small. The base of the tower occupied an area as large as the Stone Hearth Burg garrison. And it just went up from there. Following his directions, the lesser servants had constructed a simple series of circular rooms, all stacked on top of each other. Living quarters and ancillary rooms, for the most part. It fit the…
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      Visit to Cliff Aftermath

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      by Tower Curator Three days into her journey and Ilya was starting to question whether this was a good idea. When younger, her mother had told her about her people. The elven community that had raised her mother was somewhere in the northwestern areas of the Duchy of Mystakeen. A locale known as Marrowlands Fen. Geographically, it was an interesting area. Lots of islands of varying sizes right on the edge of the ocean with people living on most if not all of them. Unfortunately, Alya’s stories had not included…
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      Visibility

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      by Tower Curator “Master,” Vezta said, sliding her body to one side to dodge the oncoming axe strike of a random brigand. She didn’t need to retaliate. One of the orcs planted a pike in his back. “I don’t mean to question your decisions,” she continued as if nothing had happened, “but is this the wisest usage of our time?” “That depends,” Arkk said, arms clasped behind his back. Zharja snaked forward, coiling up around one of their attackers. Restrained in her coils, arms pinned at his side, he…
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      Viscount Wesley

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      by Tower Curator “She didn’t even look at me. The moment she realized who I was, she turned away. Not once did she even pretend to glance back.” “Did you expect her to start shouting and waving? Pointing out the elf on the rooftop about to attack the Duke?” Arkk said with a shake of his head. “I can’t believe you were about—” Ilya cut him off. “I wasn’t.” “What else were you grabbing your bow for?” “I just… nothing,” she said through her teeth. “I don’t want to talk about…
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