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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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      Departure

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      by Tower Curator “Dakka,” Arkk said under his breath. “Are you aware that there are about eight demihumans following us?” Arkk could see his employees wherever they were, in the fortress or out here in Cliff. He could see a little bit of the area around his employees as well. At least while outside the fortress. For those inside Fortress Al-Mir, he could see everything if he focused. It was an odd sort of vision. A bit like going cross-eyed from drinking too much, except instead of seeing two of whatever was in…
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      Defensive Preparations

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      by Tower Curator “This is it?” Arkk leaned over Zullie’s desk, frowning at the object clasped between the metal claws. It… wasn’t exactly what he had expected. His researchers had been hard at work. Since they couldn’t try to connect to the Anvil until the scrying team found another portal archway, Sylvara, Zullie, and the others went back to the binding agent project to oppose the avatar of the Heart of Gold. This binding agent was constructed using items recovered from the Silence. Although several…
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      Dealing with Armies

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      by Tower Curator Primvila stretched her leathery wings wide, angling to catch an updraft. Normally, she enjoyed flying. As a syren, most people who lived on the ground didn’t take too kindly to her presence. Syren voices carried a certain type of magic that made their words more appealing to those who heard them sing. It was nowhere close to the mind magics that Savren got up to, yet people—humans especially—generally looked at her with ire and suspicion. Humans didn’t fly. That meant she could stay in the air…
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      Day of the Dead Aftermath

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      by Tower Curator Hale was fairly certain that she knew a great deal more than she should know. Things that were supposed to be secrets. Things that would probably get her in at least a mild amount of trouble, if not a lot of trouble. So she kept her mouth shut. She might be one of the youngest actual employees, but she wasn’t an idiot. Best to keep her mouth firmly sealed and herself out of trouble. In fairness to her, it wasn’t like she was snooping about the place, seeking out the secrets of the fortress. It…
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      Dawn

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      by Tower Curator The chamber, dimly lit by specially tuned glowstones to keep the light levels low, was thick with the scent of magic. It was practically tangible, more akin to the air in the Underworld. It was a different sort of magic, however, yet one familiar to Arkk. Now that he was experiencing it for a third time, he could easily pick up on Xel’atriss, Lock and Key’s touch of magic in the air. Claire, once a formidable dark elf warrior, now lay vulnerable on the bed. Her body, wracked by the unseen forces of…
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      Darkwood Defense Aftermath

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      by Tower Curator “We’ve been searching for a week across this soggy marsh,” Olatt’an grumbled. He slapped at his arm, crushing more than one mosquito. “The exercise and fresh air were nice for a time. These bugs are not. How long are we going to keep looking?” “They have to be here,” Ilya said, frowning at the bit of cheese on her stale bread. She knew as well as he did that their time was running out. Their provisions were running low. The wet marshlands and accompanying insects were irritating…
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      Darkwood Burg

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      by Tower Curator “Not the friendliest place, is it?” Dakka asked, eyes traveling over the muddy road and the few poor souls who had ventured out into the moderate rain. Arkk didn’t say anything as he pulled his heavy cloak a little tighter, but he agreed in full. Darkwood Burg wasn’t a particularly well-to-do settlement. Arkk would never compare a regular burg to an actual city like Cliff, but even compared to a backwater like Smilesville, Darkwood was lacking. The quality of the buildings wasn’t anywhere…
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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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      Crash

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      by Tower Curator “Two Arkks, you say?” Vezta stood at the table. Her eyes—the ones in the usual spot on her face—swept over the group of five. Olatt’an, Kia, Claire, Zullie, and Hale. Everyone else was busy with the operation. Vezta had half a mind to put an end to it, to focus on uncovering what happened to Arkk, but Fortress Al-Mir had enough personnel to carry out multiple operations at once these days. The real problem was that of an imposter, period. If the story the dark elves told was true, an Arkk…
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