230 Results with the "fortress al-mir" tag
Abbey (2)
Agiel (2)
Alexander (5)
Alicia (9)
Anderson (9)
Anise (10)
Arachne (105)
Arthfael (1)
Baxter (92)
blog (5)
Calvin (3)
Carlos (18)
Carr (3)
Catherine (52)
Chris (4)
Clement (12)
Cole (8)
collective thinking (129)
Cross (26)
Des (12)
Devon (47)
doll (2)
Drew (3)
Edgar (1)
Emily (4)
Erich (6)
Eva (205)
Genoa (42)
Gertrude (23)
Halsey (1)
Hanson (8)
Harry (1)
Henry (2)
Hugo (3)
ideas (22)
Irene (52)
Ivonis (1)
Jordan (29)
Juliana (104)
Keeper (2)
Kines (3)
Kristina (2)
Kuvon (1)
Lepus (3)
Lucy (8)
Lurcher (39)
Mable (1)
Maoa (3)
Martina (1)
Max (14)
Maxstina (1)
Naranga (2)
Nel (41)
Neuro (1)
Post (7)
Prax (18)
Price (1)
Rachael (3)
Randal (7)
Redford (6)
Saija (21)
Sarah (2)
Sawyer (13)
Saywer (1)
Sebastian (1)
Security (2)
Serena (24)
Shalise (54)
Shelby (31)
Srey (14)
Sunji (2)
Tom (1)
Tony (2)
Toomey (2)
Turner (17)
Twillie (4)
vacant throne (287)
Vektul (11)
Void (4)
void domain (258)
Wayne (1)
Weilks (3)
Willie (7)
Ylva (39)
Yuria (3)
Zagan (31)
Zoe (9)
-
Chapter
The Duke’s Manor
“I feel like an impostor.” “We are impostors,” Ilya said, fiddling with the sleeves of her dress. She grasped hold of long, dangling strips of cloth. “What are these for? Can’t I cut them off?” Arkk looked over her. Madame Webb’s Fine Threads had come through. Last night, the day before the party, Arkk had received the delivery at the Cliff’s Edge. Clothes for himself, Ilya, Dakka, and Zullie. Ilya’s dress was a long white gown that hugged her waist and left the tops of her…-
772.5 K • Completed
-
-
Chapter
Interviews
Wealthy merchants, knights and lords, and other important people, tended toward the far grander stayovers not far from the Duke’s manor. The Cliff’s Edge, situated near the garrison and nowhere near any cliff’s edge, was still the kind of place where people like Alma wouldn’t normally be allowed inside. It was a fine building, one of the taller ones around, made of hearty wood washed yearly with a glaze to fend off the corrosive ocean air. The washing had been done just a few months prior, leaving…-
772.5 K • Completed
-
-
Chapter
Scouting Mission
“So that’s it?” Arkk asked, looking out over the wide gardens and open plazas that made up the promontory that jutted out into the ocean. The grounds looked idyllic, the kind of place where fairy-tale princesses would frolic during the day. At night, the white stone walls would provide plentiful security for a peaceful rest. Clinging to the roof of a building with Ilya at his side wasn’t how he pictured his day going when Ilya said she could get their eyes on the Duke’s manor. He wouldn’t,…-
772.5 K • Completed
-
-
Chapter
Slaver Aftermath
Nyala peered around the edge of one of the many doors within Fortress Al-Mir. Something big was going on. Something she didn’t want to miss. The two months she had spent with that miserable Master taught her a few things. Maybe things more important than anything she had learned while still at Hallow Hill. Knowing what was going on was important. Vitally so. Being able to anticipate the Master’s mood and plans for the day let her adjust herself to be exactly what he had wanted to see. Knowing saved…-
772.5 K • Completed
-
-
Chapter
Freedom
When Arkk witnessed the destruction left behind by the fire tornado, he thought it might have been a bit much. A little overkill. The ground around where the main tent had been was a smooth, glassy surface sprinkled with globs of metal that might have once been weapons. There was effectively nothing left of it. The three smaller circles didn’t have quite the same level of destruction. They should have been smaller fire tornados but the area where the circles had been looked more like they had exploded…-
772.5 K • Completed
-
-
Chapter
Slavers
When Arkk had been told that the slavers were held up in an old military outpost, he had expected some kind of fortress. Like the garrison at Cliff, with tall stone walls and observation turrets at the corners, or even like the bandit encampment and its imposing spiked defenses and tall wooden walls. Instead, he was greeted with a squat brick wall that he could probably see over just by jumping—Ilya and the orcs wouldn’t have a problem in the slightest. The wall wasn’t even thick. Shoving his…-
772.5 K • Completed
-
-
Chapter
Turnabout
Tracking down the slavers was taking longer than Arkk had hoped for. The land outside Moonshine Burg was vast and empty. Old outposts dotted the plains, most long abandoned, relics of the old war. Arkk stared down at Lexa, a gremlin who barely stood tall enough to reach his waist, with a frown on his face. On loan from the leader of the bandits, she wasn’t a proper employee. That had Arkk a little on edge in her presence. The way she looked at him, large eyes roaming over his shoulders and arms, had…-
772.5 K • Completed
-
-
Chapter
Visibility
“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…-
772.5 K • Completed
-
-
Chapter
Reassessment
“I want more.” “Water?” Vezta asked, leaning over Arkk’s shoulder. “Everything,” Arkk said, hands slamming against the top of the meeting room table as he stood up. “I see. I shall see if the kitchens are well stocked. If you’ll excuse me…” “What?” Arkk waved her off, motioning for her to remain where she was. “No. I’ve just had a realization in the last few days. We can’t continue as we are.” Arkk looked around the meeting room. All his advisors were…-
772.5 K • Completed
-
-
Chapter
Inquisition Expedition Aftermath
Master Inquisitor Darius Vrox limped across his temporary office within the Grand Old Church of Cliff City, slung a pack onto his desk, and sunk low into an old wooden chair. Not the most comfortable of accommodations. Still, he appreciated what little reprieve on his aching muscles the chair provided. One would think that returning to Cliff in his carriage would have provided ample opportunity to rest. He had sat for most of the journey. Travel, however, had a way of draining energy. Especially when it…-
772.5 K • Completed
-
- Previous 1 … 9 10 11 … 23 Next