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...circled one another, probing for the slighted hint of an opening. There was a sort of kinship between them, Nereus thought; the woman before him was as much a tool to her makers as he was. Except her makers had been the gods themselves, and their role for her had been far grander than...

Completely forgot about this; le bump!

...but ruins left in the wake of the skirmish, vestiges of a once bustling town-square reduced to this. Screams echo off in the distance and the gushing of ruptured water lines mix with the electric crack of sparking power lines. Dust hangs in the air like a thick bank of morning fog. There's...

There was something of an annoyed hiss that eked its way out of the corner of Veseth's mouth when she turned around to address the new elephant in the room. Sure as shit, her Regent was laid flat and smoldering in illusory fire. She kicked the leg of the table in frustration; said as much too...

...across the deck he moved, not once stopping till his grim work was done. There was a blade brandished in one hand; long as a man's arm yet wielded like a mere knife in the giant's armored fist. He swung it to and fro with a ghastly precision, every stroke ending the life of whatever...

...stab at her, just missing the mark by a couple inches. She weaves to the side and goes on the backfoot, jabbing out at the lady with a mean left hook. It clocks her right in the jaw, and sparks go shooting every whichaway as she goes sprawling out to the floor. She's out like a light, and...

...length of quarts maybe a foot long, its lower end wrapped in a simple leather strip affair. It glowed with an internal light, rosy and flushed. Veseth recognized it at once: a chivvy, the choice of rogues and mugs that didn't mind a more overt means of murder. Plunged into the victim, the...

...watched in amazement as the prisota produced a knife from the waistband of her pants. She held it up for him to inspect, and he was dumbfounded at what he saw: no larger than a razor blade, and scarcely more complex, the edge glinted in the hazelight. This, Veseth announced, was a Molly. The...

...felt the heat of the flames through the thin bodyglove he wore. Nereus watched the crackling bonfire with corpse-eyes, enjoying the quiet moment he shared with the nothingness around him. No, not nothingness. Just nothing that called him to action once again. He glanced around and took in the...

...across the city the voices of the dead howled. From the lowest wretch to the highest corporate executive, all joined the chorus of the departed in their desperate attempt at beseaching salvation. Unseen winds whipped down the streets and through winding alleyways, carrying the pleas and...

...reeled from the buckle that decided to take issue with the side of her face. She sputtered a crocodilian curse in prisotan and a hand flew to where the belt had left a gnarly cut in its wake. Anger flared in those green eyes, prompting Veseth to retaliate by lunging at the offending scuttler...

Break-ins! Assaults! Mysterious figures spotted at the windows in the dead of night! These headlines and more have captivated the readers of the various news outlets across the Bulwark City for nigh a month now. From seemingly nowhere, a fresh wave of unexplained (and often violent) strangeness...

...has been pretty dry around the area, lately. The middle of summer always is. Spring storms have spent themselves ushering in the new year with an abundance of verdant green across the land. They need time to recharge. That doesn't stop folks for wanting a little more, though. Especially for...

...nearly ten minutes waiting, and the novelty of watching the ratter has long since worn off. Yawning for the fifth time in as many minutes, Topaz brings her knees up to her chest and asks how much longer Harper intends to drag this out. She's met with a mean look from the mar, who retorts with...

...bolts rain down around them, a seemingly endless hail of iron from the heavens above. Men fall and screams fill the air as the militia scrambles for what cover they can find. Finn mutters a desperate prayer on his lips as he for the protection of a nearby cart. Solid thunks issue from the...

...flames rage as you rush down the corridor at full speed. Scant minutes have passed, yet the inferno waits for no one, and continues to spread despite the sprinkler's best efforts. Through the choking smoke and thermal haze you soon reach your destination: the apartment where the fire began. A...

...much he hates living in this city. Despite the obvious benefits of better security and advances in nearly every aspect of infrastructure, there's been little done to make the place more accommodating to outsiders. Even a trip to the market is usually met with a game of try-not-to-be-crushed...

...riot of impossible colors and the rush of seawater that comes with the process. Nereus blinks with nonexistent eyes at the gloom around him, feeling the pressure of the ocean bearing down with its cold embrace. This is the place he and all the Nosferati call home, in these moments between...

...swears as he trudges through the knee-high water, barely keeping his footing on the slimy rocks below. Dark and damp, as caves are wont to be, this particular excursion has proven thus far to be Torbeth's bane. Twenty minutes he's fought to make sense of the map he was given back in town. And...

...flames rage and time is running out fast. Myirn's thoughts race faster than his feet, which carry him through the smoldering brush and undergrowth. He can't rely on sight any longer, the smoke simply won't allow it. Beneath his robe he can feel his companion shivering at the thought of their...