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      Rays of Gold

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      by Tower Curator “Possession,” Arkk said, looking around the table. “It fits. The assassins at the Duke’s party also gained glowing eyes once things started going wrong.” Hawkwood’s tired face twisted into a frown. “Possession is something only ghosts or gods can accomplish. Ghosts tend to shamble about, trying to resolve whatever anchors are keeping them tethered to the world. This doesn’t sound like that…” His fingers tightened into fists on top of the table as he looked to the inquisitors, perhaps…
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      Critical Morale

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      by Tower Curator If there was one good thing about the purifier going rogue, it was that his actions gave Arkk an idea. Inquisitrix Astra came forward and confirmed the death of Purifier Tybalt. It felt a little too easy to Arkk. An Avatar of the Jailor of the Void, felled by a lightning bolt. Then again, he was just a human, albeit with strange magic. Agnete was no different. Perhaps she could use some aspect of her flames to avoid a bolt of lightning, but Arkk couldn’t see how. If she got hit, especially with him…
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      Siege of Elmshadow Aftermath

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      by Tower Curator Clarkson pulled his cloak tight, shivering in the winter wind. Snow clung to his face and stung his eyebrows. It was all he could do to keep moving forward. One foot went in front of the other, slowly yet steadily. The light sack hanging over his shoulder thumped against his back in a lethargic rhythm. He wasn’t the only one out, moving across the plains. Vanny and Kev stalked along to his left, eyes dead as they stared at the snow-covered ground. Kumm’av snapped at the reins of an ox, trying to…
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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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      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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      Alien

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      by Tower Curator Company Al-Mir was ready. They had been ready from the moment the two werecats noticed something amiss. While they had held their attacks at Arkk’s urging, that only meant they were all the more ready once the creature landed in their midst. Dakka went for its legs with her axe. Crossbow bolts flew from four different directions. A bolt of lightning flew through the air while Zullie flicked her wand, sending out a blast of air. The creature, tall and lithe with its carapace-covered limbs, did not…
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      History Lesson

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      by Tower Curator “Well,” Arkk said, peering into the prison cell he had constructed specifically for the creature. “It still hasn’t moved.” Zullie hummed to herself as she ran a scrub brush down the horse’s side. Little bits of meat scraped off, leaving the bare white bone beneath. Arkk watched in morbid fascination as the skeletal horse shuffled in place. Its movements didn’t look anything out of the ordinary compared to a regular horse being brushed. If Arkk were to judge, he might even say that the…
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      Alarm

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      by Tower Curator Despite the looming threat of the so-called Protector, work continued within the Underworld. A few things had changed. They were focusing on smaller areas that could be built up quickly while under plenty of protection. Lookouts patrolled constantly. Drills kept the guards on their toes. Zullie had even taken to cycling through everyone on guard duty, ensuring that they could all cast at least one lightning bolt without passing out. Not everyone had passed that little test but at least those who…
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      Fissure Aftermath

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      by Tower Curator Sylvara Astra clutched at the stump of her left arm, teeth clenched in pain as she staggered through the forest. Tybalt was dead. Sylvara would bid him good riddance if his traitorous final act hadn’t cost them so much. Then again, those golden beams had opened up the city of Elmshadow well enough on their own. His help had hardly been needed. Ludwig had been missing since the day Elmshadow fell. The chronicler could be dead or he could have made away with the retreating armies. Sylvara didn’t…
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      The Duke’s Manor, Aflame

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      by Tower Curator The Duke’s throne room had recovered in the weeks since the attack on the party. Arkk wasn’t sure if he was surprised or not. Even with all the death and destruction ravaging the Duchy as a result of the war, the Duke still found the time, resources, and manpower to remove all evidence of the attack. The floor gleamed with fresh polish. The tiles and brickwork which had been destroyed in the explosions had either been repaired or replaced. Even the chandeliers were back up, though the glowstones…
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