Christopher Brown
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-Wahakten, the Thief of Dreams, Priest of the Nolothi, and Servant of the Hungers 20-20 The City Eternal (I) Cacophonic ambiance continued its reign in the Deep Nether, but the nodes of Emotion stayed apart from the symphony in silence. One after another, Famines entered the final threshold before their master, responding to the calls of the ascended polis. They arrived through shifting sessions, mangled thoughtscapes reshaping themselves upon command. The priests loaded into the space in staggered…-
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.rb3b57a45a7d94c1cbc00141a89734a3d{ display: none; } -The Hungers of Old Noloth 20-19 The Dreaming Unsea (II) Avo slashed through the surrounding mindscapes, like a wildfire propelled by desperation. He winnowed sequences clean as he surged through them, taking no time to mask his trail using hidden artifacts or altered mindscapes. Traveling as a plague of fire, his touch left the Nether cauterized as he tried to divine his current path, the Hungers collapsing through the firmament to devour the ash…
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.r76f2360dbbe7416b8642da7b2c8f4d0d{ display: none; } -Restricted Mem-Logs of Jaus Avandaer 20-18 The Dreaming Unsea (I) Naeko's consciousness pierced back into his flesh a nail punching through a wooden board. His cog-feed painted the world as a flickering mess, perception drowned by unresponsive ghosts. Screaming phantoms coated his eyes while pockets of intrusive memories exploded through his mind. All was a miasma of chaos and color, and those around him fared no better. The food truck he bought…
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- 20-17 A Crack in the Storm (II) The initial shock died after Avo elaborated on his reasoning. The premise behind the idea was simple: all the major players were going to be at the trial, and so too was Draus–and possibly Kae–promised to Naeko. Waiting and just wandering in was a recipe for being trapped. Ambushed. Blindsided. That wasn’t something they could afford. Potentially, it wasn’t something they could survive. A few more incidents like the one with Shotin would see some of them…
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-Quail Tavers, 20-16 A Crack in the Storm Memories splashed through the Nether as an invisible deluge, ghosts bleeding details into the ether like droplets of watery paint blossoming on canvas. Curtains of twitching mem-data tightened and fused. Light spread through the darkness of barren thoughts as the scenery began to load. Six columns rose from an expanse of polished onyx. They faced each other in pairs and flanked a carpeted path leading to a low seat made from bone and marble. Skittering…
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-Last Thoughtcast of 20-15 Everything in Motion (II) Reality shifted. Shotin materialized before a translucent door, triggering the in-built Specter governing its locus. Ghosts flowed out to connect with his Metamind while a grid of light flashed over him. Thoughtstuff spilled over him as a demand was conveyed. One that he had heard a thousand times and never once obliged. Shotin’s Liminal Frame spanked. His Parallelist descended like a falling axe on a thin slice of space before him, the sealed…
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- 20-14 Everything in Motion (I) Zein sheathed her blade, and all that could be ceased to flow. As her Frame quieted, she gazed upon reality with the eyes of a mortal and took in the sprawling Elysium before her. Existence here was a coiling serpent wrapped around a tree of ever-growing ice, and between the crenulations lining its snow-capped scales did the district hide. Twin titanic towers shaped from ice and frosted steam stood back to back at the center of the great leviathan, and from them spread…
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20-13 Suzerainty (II) Few could conceive of absolute power. Fewer still would ever wield it. As the sprawl of the enclave settled within Avo’s awareness, his reach sank deeper into all who dwelled here, the countless more beasts that lined stalls in the lower depths, and every last structure of the city. Everything here now existed as a dichotomy, affected by the Woundmother’s subreality within, and existence that was without. Biophilic elements formed the backbone of the city’s architecture,…
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-Samir Naeko to 20-12 Suzerainty (I) “I do not like your plan, ghoul, it is loud. It draws attention. Worst of all, it draws attention to me.” A waterfall of falling orange bathed the room in light and shadow, neon staining the crevices of the penthouse as Green River picked up her teacup. She sat cross-legged on a seat made from emerald and bamboo, and steam obfuscated the view out her windows. What few articles of furniture were applied artistically and efficiently. Her bed–and the den for her…
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-Quail Tavers, Blood in the Bright Across the Sunderwilds where patches of stability stood deviant from the sprawling chaos of impossibility, reflective conduits came alight far through the Fallen Heavens. Passage formed across each leg of their journey, becoming exits down a vast and long path. One such passage stood above all the others, and it was imbued within a single pane of glass, connecting enclave to a bivouac just beyond New Vultun itself. With such, the expedition stood a success, but the…
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