Christopher Brown
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23-1 Borrowed Insight (II) Fear. Confusion. Surprise. Suspicion. Recognition. Such were the dominant emotions reigning in Cala Marlowe’s mind as she laid eyes on Avo, and as transparent splinter sank through her accretion, he too regarded himself vicariously through her insight. His monstrous visage loomed over her even with meters of distance between them. The phantoms molding his body caused him to radiate with ethereal light. His presented sheath was a contrast of monochrome, the white of his Bone…-
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-Cala Marlowe, The FATELESS Thoughtcast 23-1 Borrowed Insight (I) A growing staccato of drums hammered in the insides of Tavers’ aerovec as they passed over the district of Fountaintale. Fittingly, the intensity only grew when they slipped beneath the shadow cast by the Tiers, the risen memite mountain separating not only the FATED from the FATELESS but the face of a new dawn from the Warrens. Slipping free from the nest of metal and carbon that comprised most of the Grave Valley Sovereignty, the…
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-EGI “Kant Was A Prick” 22-18 Awakening The wind rose of its own accord. The heads of the Fardrifter whistled out from Avo as he returned to reality. Coiling free, they passed through the confines of his tower and fled beyond, to the open sky outside, rushing over the enclave with booming laughter. He beheld his former Heaven–the fragment of a fallen god reawakened–rising free through blood-made walls to embrace the world once more. Gales rose in jubilation and flags danced across all the…
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- 22-17 Conjoinment “So, you’ve still got that Heaven of Darkness floatin’ inside you,” Draus asked after her final resurrection. “Got something special planned?” “Could say that,” Avo replied. He turned his attention inward and felt at the Heart of Noloth–felt the Soul that came with it, bereft a cycler. He could have grafted it onto the cycler he took from the Instrument earlier, but he had other plans for the ouroboros. “Will wait until I have the thaums before including it. Want…
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-Thoughtcast between Elder Mwaba D’Rongo and 22-16 Kidnapping Hadrian Aslowe was a prisoner in more ways than one. Each day, he woke within a gilded cage, risen from silken sheets to be serviced by cheerful servants who hid their mechanical interiors behind a masquerade of flesh. He wasn’t sure how he noticed their inhumanity–why some of their actions made the hairs on his neck stand–but the wrongness called to him all the same. He lived on a beachfront So it was that he spent his days in…
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-Elder Ganduuri Kazahara, Representative of Clan Kazahara (Circa 184 P.F., months before the Third Guild War) 22-15 So Above Peering out at the resplendent streets of the Purgatory, Avo wondered how he could have ever believed himself to be a denizen of these heights. Absurd though it might seem, his physical appearance was the easier thing to mask. A lie manageable by claims of augmentation and a desire to test the most extreme of sheath morphologies. Such eccentricity was common enough to earn him a…
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-Mem-log of Junity Nevers “Humanitarian Necro” and Guild-Recognized Cultist 22-14 As Below… Coherence returned to the former refugee like a light flickering to life within his awareness. Mere seconds ago, his mind was a tangled knot, invasive thoughts flowing through him, outside memories polluting his cognition. His sense of self was melded to a disfigured whole–a party to a twisted collective for a brief eternity. All the world was disjointed. Disconnected. Dislocated. During those moments,…
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22-13 Shifts in the Wind Distant sirens and peripheral thoughtcasts sang serenades of success. Across the Sunderwilds, from the safety of his enclave, Avo listened in on Exorcists conversations exchanged in various Oversecs. With the backdoors he had into the Paladin’s internal networks, nothing they knew was veiled from him. From the summary of events they provided, Avo learned that the surviving Regulars had vacated the premises, burning their dead and destroying their trail as best they could.…
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-Seraph Osjon Thousand “The Faithtaker” 22-12 …Then Comes the Noise Riding within Cas tested Avo’s patience. It wasn’t that they were going all that slow either. Sound moved efficiently through the din of busy environments, tumbling forth in a constant cascade of vibrations at the pace of nearly three hundred meters a second. The nature of his ontology allowed him to harness and merge with all that was noise. Through winds, through crevices, through people, across an entire district,…
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-Marriet eld’Canduir’s last thoughtcast to her son, Cas eld’Canduir 22-11 First Comes Lightning… Unleashing peace was like setting a wolf free in a daycare. The Famine was an avatar of destruction – ruin in motion. Under his touch thought ruptured and minds shattered, the damage total and delicate, striking deep to sunder egos whole. He unleashed traumas that astounded Avo, reaching into minds, grasping cracks in psyches, and delivering on optimal devastation as a conjunctive act leading to…
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