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For Lucien You feel a sudden surge of... pity. Not yours. Then frustration, mild like one might feel for a child refusing to eat, tempered with care. A vision of a yawning void assails you, an all-encompassing antithesis to existence. A warning, but not a threat.

Moonday 1st of Sunsheight, 572 AF @Random Word

Trysday 4th of Hearthlight, 572 After Foundation

Somewhere upon the beast's belly, where the scales of the back transition to the flesh of the stomach, should make for the best scale and easiest carving. If the local prospectors are willing to let you have a share. You can hear their work songs and the hum of their saws from here.

A narrow tower stands a few yards from the flank of the struggling Demon, and at the top a marvellous suspension bridge leads to the lowest platform on the creature's scaled belly. It barely shivers with the beast's titantic spasms.

You can sense the approach of more hostiles, their minds strapped and bent toward violence over all other concerns. They are coming from behind you, but the way ahead seems clear enough to proceed and loop behind them, depending on how this place is laid out. Perhaps the entity that woke you can...

Back to the endless road. Rolling dunes of rust flank the path, studded with plastic and copper cacti, and the silence is broken only by distant cracks of gunfire and the cries of scrapvultures. And then the arid waste gives way to the warm karst of the Fourth Circle, and the road becomes...

A wriggling mimic larva with golden skin bites ineffectually at Dog's grasping digits before giving up and curling back into the shape of a coin from some fallen mortal empire.

Garutik tears the bed-mimic to shreds with a succession of savage kicks while Patrjulf slaughters his way toward the queen. Between the remaining three of you, the mimics are butchered in short order. The queen gives up only token resistence to Patrjulf's onslaught, and as if he takes the...

The technician turns left and runs to turn a corner, stops, and then turns back to you. It's paralyzed by fear. Caught between you and... Your psychic comms network chimes. A patch of heat and pressure appears on your skin. A name appears in your mind. ASHVATH Another Bandi, right around the...

Shortly you're all gathered in the shade and provisioned with refreshments of your choosing, to discuss your findings. One might expect Chaundra to break the quiet.

In retrospect, the result should not have surprised you. The rifle does not kick; it's a direct energy weapon, you realize, as a heat-haze and flash sparks from the muzzle. You can clearly see that at normal ranges, those shields of theirs are specifically designed to ablate beams. At this...

You reach the cabinet at the same time as one of the strangers, who with a gesture causes it to hiss and unfold revealing a pair of slim, blocky rifles. It hesitates, mere feet from you, and you can its terror - dampened, overridden, but the being under that jumpsuit is almost overwhelmed with...

Initially there is no resistance; their minds are weak, shackled, and though they lack weapons the six of them begin to struggle to throttle each other. And then you feel that other mind, something deformed and unrecognizable, something you realise is not a mind really, but it emulates one. An...

Awareness blooms from inchoate dreams. A memory escapes, but leaves its strange taste behind. As the canopy of the Cradle - upright - begins to slide back, you see through it to the room beyond. Sterile. White. Terminals and slabs are arrayed in regular patterns towards the door, ten...

Wright tosses Doe a ring of keys - with only two keys on it. "The locker is a closet in the back there," she gestures, "and your names are on the doors to your rooms." She raises a brow archly at John before leaving the room; "you strike me as a man who keep his head down and his mouth shut when...

The Armchair Mimic keens in fury and pain as Dog devours it from within, blood pouring from its mouth and fresh holes torn in its flesh. Meanwhile, Garutik severs a tentacle from the hungry bed mimic, which shivers and shrieks more in anger than hurt. Imzada's hammer snaps one mimic clean in...

The ghost requires a little effort to send on - unusual, since normally their god would have claimed them when they died. What could be shackling them to their corpse like this? What could be hiding them from the gaze of their god? It hardly matters now; you exercise enough power to open the...

Outside The novice breathes. She closes her eyes. She lets the sun wash her face as if some darkness still clings to her. "Thank you, holy Spinner. I-I think I can talk now." She explains, haltingly, how she arrived late - just as the sun cracked the horizon. The cicadas fled the temple as she...

"Just browsin'," she drawls, mildly. Favours you with a half-glance and faint smile while looking over a row of canned food. Sounds Texan, maybe. "Y'all got any of those travel cushions?" You do. Right at the back of the next aisle. Outside, the man filling the gas tank doesn't even look in...