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Tariel leaned closer to the wall. He pressed his ear against the aged metal and closed his eyes. He listened. There was a light hum from the pipes that snaked through every passageway in the city, but something else too. Every few seconds it happened: a quiet ringing, like a wind chime...

...emerged from shadows of the niche with the quickness, closing the distance to him in seconds. James barely had time to register the fact he was under attack before the air was filled with a sickly-sweet smell that clung to the back of his throat when he gasped in shock. He tried and failed to...

...as it turned out, dealing with it was much harder than expected. Dhalia just hit the ground when the flash of green burned the top layer of rust and moss away from the machine she'd hauled herself over. Quick on her feet, the ratkin scuttled her way down the length of the inert metal...

...his hammer down with all the weight afforded to him by the hydraulics of his suit - brasteel rang and the bent section of the metal rectangle was smoothed out, good as new. James smiled beneath the boxy helmet protecting him from the sounds of industry all around him. This was the third...

...shook with the force of the roiling waves of sunlight-force overhead, making Tariel wonder if the cave would collapse on them yet. "How long did you say these things last?" he asked, looking at the expedition lead. Crouched near the mouth of their underground nook, illuminated by the...

...hoof and recoiled almost immediately, horrified at the burp that was issued forth from the steaming muck. "No doubt about it," Tariel groused. "Corpse Soup - probably too many bodies in this one little plot over the years." Behind him, the gathered physickers-in-training exchanted glanced...

...and forth he went, his pace never once slowing despite the frequent pivots he made on the balls of his feet. Gathered before the frost-covered man whose height dwarfed the tallest orthisi present, the crowd listened in awe at the stranger's raving. His voice was booming and filled the space...

...at the papers before him with complete befuddlement. "You can't be serious." Across from him, the vicar -- his face obscured by the cowl that swallowed his head and horns both -- grinned once more. For James, the pointed teeth of the boy-chimera were unsettling in kind words. He was a...

...frowned at the flickering display before his eyes. Even with the damage he'd sustained from the grocery store encounter, there was no way his in-house chrome was this faulty. Kaiser refused to believe it. There had to be something going on, and he made that known by saying, "Whatever you're...

...watched as the woman scribbled away at the layer of wax set into the curious device between them. To Tariel, the words she wrote were both foreign and familiar at the same time. He could make out the occasional deity or spirit whose name was to be invoked, but the rest was nothing but...

...whiskers twitched at the unsettling feeling that'd come to hang in the air. Making sure she wasn't just imagining things, Dhalia glanced to her companion and waited for his input - he glanced down to the curious device about his wrist, studied the sceen, then gave a thumbs up. This was the...

...bewilderment at the scruffy man sitting across from him. Nothing could've prepared him for this meeting - not even his sister's weird star-reading. Up and down he searched for any sign that this was the figure of myth, the living legend that birthed entire schools of spiritual and...

...credits for a Hound?" "Don't even think about it." Flee frowned, offended enough to shoot Gower a dirty look. He hadn't taken his eyes off his slagon since they got them ten minutes ago. "What's this, now?" he asked, more demanding really. "Said don't even think about it - you daft?"...

...him that, no, I can't let him talk to his dead aunt." "Oh, what'd he say then?" Tariel snorted. "You know what he told me? He said he'd get my status with the coven revoked." Across the table, his brother choked on his tea. While he recovered, Tariel folded his legs and whipped his tail...

"C'mon! Do the thing!" "No." "Why not? It was fun!" "You tore apart everything on the table trying to get away." "That was fun!" "No." "Please?" Gallan glared at the young vicar from across the campfire, meeting those huge yellow eyes with an unwavering gaze. "The Eye... like the Voice...

...at the young man before her, as he continued to add things to what she could only surmise was meant to be a nest. "What... is the purpose?" Elega asked, bewildered by the vicar's actions. Kalehar paused his work and glanced back at the woman, staring with wide yellow eyes. He had the...

...shook hard enough to rattle the windows of the courtyard, and anything not fixed in place. Kale's ears perked up when he caught wind of the all-too-familiar screams that usually followed these setbacks. A small grin came to his lips as he resumed tending to his turnips - the blood dripping...

...underfoot as he waded through the icy rapids of the river. Pistons and merchanical calibrators kept him stable despite the water's attempt to topple him, making him thankful for the Old Man of the Sea's gift of this technological wonder. He'd made this trip hundreds of times, but the things...

...the city and hummed a quiet tune, watching the throngs of worshipers and tourists intermingle on the streets below. These were the best nights - when he evaded his captors and snuck out for a few hours, no one else to watch over him or boss him around. Kalehar groused the fact that his status...

Frid watched in horror as the chimera tore into the still-warm remains of his kill. The way he bit away huge chunks of raw meat was enough to flip his stomach, an impressive feat given his work as a mortician. There was an almost feral manner in how the young man acted, both in his hunting and...