Christopher Brown
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-Conversation between Zein Thousandhand and Aegis EGI “Kant Was A Prick” 20-10 A Playground for Tyrants (III) The Regular was three full kilometers away and a whole rung below, jumping between pieces of broken glass to observe the conflict in motion. She desired to continue observing the movements and makeups of each clashing faction, and using the intelligence gathered, she populated the enclave’s simulated battlespace with new markers, reticles, and data threads detailing critical theaters and…-
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-Enclaver Prayer 20-9 A Playground for Tyrants (II) “The pools shine! The master lives! The master returns! Hold true! The dawn rises still!” “The dawn rises still!” The words left Aladon’s lip without thought, and what remained of his cohort chorused after, as if possessed themselves. Aches and bruises lined every inch of his torso. His arms were blocks of leaden fire, but his fingers remained fused tight to his shield and fang-axe. He broke his spear against the hardened shell of a…
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-Drill-Master Millenau Daanouriks, Regular 20-8 A Playground for Tyrants (I) The light from the distant watchtowers speared through the miasma. Lanes were paved in the darkness, and the shadows were held at bay by a constant stream of radiance. Casting his Skimmer high into the air with an eruption of thought-fire, Avo surveyed the emerging route. It was as if a constellation had been carved out from within an ocean of darkness, the interconnected paths running from lighthouse to lighthouse, beams of…
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-The Mad Monk Alsyim, Fallwalker 20-7 Frontiers (II) Displacement. Dilution. Such were the expressions of the penultimate rupture, preventing them from reaching Dice's former enclave. In accordance with the roots of Thaumaturgy, no heaven was formed in a vacuum. All was an alternate expression, a perversion of the natural order, of laws that were now interpreted to be different by the infection of culture, of incomprehension, of entertainment. Or pure delusion. Just as the Woundmother was a…
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- 20-6 Frontiers (I) Space shattered. Fissures overlapped as the Arsenalist pierced through space as if it was shattering glass. Behind by a mere kilometer, arteries lashed across the Rend-despoiled skies in whips of crimson lighting. Far below, the ground mirrored the air as a storm of blood ignited canopies and infested the bark of a thousand trees. Yet, as blood and glass warred, a third entity shot through branches and dashed across the waters without encountering a hint of resistance. Its form…
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-Mirror 20-5 Players and Pawns (II) “Oh, so you wanted me to make some noise, did you Avo? Something to draw the Chief Paladin’s attention away? A false trail?” Chambers cackled as he stared at the glowing marker pulsing just beneath the wreckage of what used to be the Conflux megablock back at Mazza’s Junction. A DeepNav simulation of the district was projected over the dais within the George Washington’s Command Nexus. Rubbing his hands together, Chambers kindled heat and glee in equal…
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-Quail Tavers, 20-4 Players and Pawns (I) By the time Avo finished Chambers’ recounting, Tavers was squinting at him in disbelief via a simulated face constructed from phantoms. “Have him check in with the Sang again. Ask her if she has true confirmation if it’s actually Naeko. Hard to believe that lazy half-strand finally got off his ass, stopped playing his game, and decided to hit the ground running with his police work. He’s been down and out for practically half my life. This is a little…
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-Elder Iyar Kazahara (Ori-Thaum) 20-3 Outside the Garden Not even light could escape the defilement of reality, but still, the brightness of dawn fell, lathering all things of solid shape in a thin sheen of radiance. Merging from the horizontal crevice that was New Vultun lowest level, the outer layers of the Maw crept forth in diminishing detail, no longer the intricate sigils dividing the districts and Sovereignties back within the layered city. Here, there were but vast rings rounding the perimeter…
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-Chief Paladin Osjane Thousand (Circa Second Guild War) 20-2 In Unofficial Capacity Naeko focused, turning the fullness against Green River. He waited to feel if the blood inside her would quicken, if the pulse of her heart would speed, if her posture would break, or if the muscles in her face would tighten. The only response she gave was an imperceptible tilt of her head–her true head. The fox draped around the person tilted its head and fixed him with an unreadable look. Eyes of brilliant amber…
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-Cala Marlowe, The FATELESS Thoughtcast 20-1 Interrogations All children born under Highflame’s banner learn early that there are some beatings you just have to take. It was this understanding that filled Abrel’s spine with steel and turned her nerves into titanium. Shame coursed through her person, but in her existed a draught of fear or sadness, for the lesson of the beatings came paired with another of the High Seraph’s teachings. Pride. Pride in one's wounds for the scars to show what they…
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