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      Concurrent Operations

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      by Tower Curator Agnete stood in front of the crystalline archway. It was the same portal she had originally come through when entering the Anvil. The Anvil was a truly massive world—Agnete didn’t have the slightest idea how fast their trains moved over the terrain, only that they moved far beyond even the swiftest horse. That made comparing it to Mystakeen or even the Greater Kingdom of Chernlock somewhat difficult. As it turned out, the portal wasn’t all that far from her workshop. Which, she supposed, made…
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      Hunkered Down

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      by Tower Curator It was a rather novel experience to ascend a set of stairs without moving one’s legs. To be more accurate, it was the stairs that were moving, lifting up into the upper reaches of the factory before, through some sort of magic or machinery, returning to the bottom to continue the unbroken staircase. It wasn’t the first time she had ridden such a contraption but this was the longest. “I have received a report.” Agnete turned to her side, looking over Who with a mild frown. The construct,…
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      No Plan Survives Contact

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      by Tower Curator As expected, Walking Fortress Al-Lavik lost most of its momentum once beyond the pre-claimed territory surrounding Elmshadow. Not wanting to lose contact with the ground cost him speed, but not as much as he had assumed it would. It was true that lesser servants couldn’t outpace the tower on the ground, nor could they spread out fast enough once the forwardmost leg planted itself on the ground. But Arkk had a workaround to the issue. A teleportation ritual and a truly copious number of servants…
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      Reinforcements Arrive

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      by Tower Curator Frying the bastards was easier said than done. Arkk stood out in the gale caused by the tower’s defensive spells, staring up at where he thought the enemy craft should be. He couldn’t see it. Even if the twisting winds weren’t there, he doubted he would have been able to see the ship. It was just so far above them that his pitiful human eyes couldn’t see more than a black spot that the rest of the sky bled over. Electro Deus didn’t like not having a target. On the rare occasions he had…
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      Fulcrum

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      by Tower Curator “It’s good to see you again.” Ilya nodded her head, clasping hands with Hawkwood. She had wondered where White Company’s leader and its remnants had gone. The last she saw of him, he had been playing attendant to Prince Cedric. A fairly concerning position given the Prince’s reputation. When he dropped off the face of the world, Arkk had feared the worst. It was nice to know that fear was entirely unfounded. “You as well,” Ilya said. “Shame Arkk isn’t here. He would have been…
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      Descendant

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      by Tower Curator Dakka stood back, watching with narrowed eyes. The legs of the walking fortress were equipped with magimechanical defenses, a joint venture by Perr’ok and Morvin. There wasn’t much to them. Metal wheels attached to a magical array that made the wheels spin. The large scythes attached to the wheels turned them into defenses that should have sliced-n-diced any human who dared to walk into it. It worked. The first of the invaders stopped short, not daring to move forward. A few at the front tried…
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      Meditations on the Battlefield

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      by Tower Curator The tower loomed in the distance, taking hit after hit from the bombardment. Flames spread around it every few minutes only for the bombardments to resume. Even from the corner of Lexa’s eye, she could tell that it was being worn down. Arkk had stopped trying to repair less essential parts of the tower and the areas he was focusing on didn’t manage to recover in the brief reprieves. Worrying, but nothing that Lexa could focus on. She had her hands occupied with the endless demands of the…
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      Interlude with the Grunts

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      by Tower Curator Hawkwood, holding aloft his sword with a loud cheer, felt every day of his age and then some. White Company knights rushed forward alongside an assorted mix of Vaales and Chernlock soldiers present to fill some gaps in his ranks. Evestani’s primary garrison had surrendered. All it took was a massive shadowy spire holding a threatening leg over the building. There were still a few pockets of resistance holding out within the structure, but the vast majority of the city guards had already thrown down…
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      Trekking Homeward

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      by Tower Curator “What do you mean, he isn’t available?” “How else can I put this?” Alma stared at the bubbling, angry bowl of water. She wasn’t sure that whatever was on the other side could see her, but she leveled a flat look in its direction just in case. “He can’t respond to your summons. His attentions are required elsewhere. His presence is non-negotiable. He is tied up in matters that don’t involve you.” Alma folded her arms over her chest. “Do you want me to rephrase it a few more…
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      Race Condition

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      by Tower Curator Rekk’ar stood atop the lower ambulatory of Fortress Al-Lavik, a small balcony that ran the circumference of the tower near its base. Archers stood to either side of him, wielding greatbows mounted to the brickwork. It was only a step removed from full ballistae. The lance-like arrows they wielded were enough to punch through most armor of any poor sod hit by them, and then anyone standing immediately behind them as well. The Eternal Empire’s armor protected them to a degree, but it still obeyed the…
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