Jennifer Miller
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They pushed into the facility, ignoring the blaring announcements telling them to proceed to the testing chamber and its ‘helpful’ reminders that they were going in the wrong direction. “Lucky and Stein are dead,” Rochester summed grimly as he paced by the rest of the pack, a revolver in his hand as they peered into the black windows on either side. “That was their bodies by that door.” The ‘open area’, which served as an industrial storage space merged with a lounge, quickly broke into…-
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The shutter that separated Erec and Enide from the depths of the facility twitched. There was an infuriating scraping noise as motors, and metal fought one another in contradicting movements. Erec braced, hand going to his side for a hatchet. Did VAL decide to open the floodgates to this place? If he did, what kind of excuse could Erec use to explain that away? ‘Sorry, I don’t know what happened, Boldwick. The doors just went and opened on their own after being closed for the last few years; no idea…
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Erec decapitated the last lizard; his breath came out in desperate puffs. Behind him was a trail of scaley corpses which lined the last street toward the vault. Ahead, he could see the bunker-like building. The exterior of it was uninspired and boxed in, a total of three stories, and made of brick and concrete. It is the type of place that would drive a person mad if they had to spend all day every day in its drab interior. Even with such a soul-sucking architecture, or perhaps because of it, it helps up…
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Their tour of the city was one blood bath followed by another. The Pendragons learned soon into the trip to keep a strict trigger discipline. That was always the best option if an encounter could be solved without bullets. So, each battle became a careful balance of considering whether or not the Pendragons with Lazrifles and Knights could handle the nest they’d chosen to take on. Because if they did fire those guns, any Lizard that heard the bang would rush towards their location in a mad dash to…
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The gilded roads of the ‘Golden State’ lived up to the name, and the hype. As promised, they were clear of scrap. Wreckage of old cars rusted to the side in sections, and it made it the smoothest driving Erec had ever seen. And it wasn’t just because the roads were clear, out here, they carried the cars like a long sheaf of black silk; any broken road was repaired with poured asphalt by a special Pack. These patched places of road were distinctive too, they shone brightly in the sun with flecks of…
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Erec stared at the notification as Yniol drove away from the storm on the horizon. These were unsurprising results of his efforts—shoving cars along the road and keeping himself together despite Fury. For them both to advance at the same time was a welcome relief. Psyche helped him control himself, while the Strength was vital above all else. It let him slay the Stag; with it, he would find the power to achieve his goals. With it, he’d find his mother, and ask why she left her people, her husband,…
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It took all of ten minutes before Yniol’s care got stuck. Cars pulled ahead, and others had already stopped behind. They were already turning into one long stretch of a convoy, and the rain beating down defied imagination. But, from what the Arch-Magi said, this ‘Sota’ was supposed to be worse. Erec couldn’t picture anything but an ocean for where this thing came from and the wall of rain around them. He’d seen Dame Juliana stopped in a group a few minutes ago. But the visibility was terrible.…
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Two days passed easy on the road. They were slow days since the Pendragons didn’t want to push too quickly. That, and the streets were cluttered toward Vega, prompting them to rely on off-road ventures more. Once near the coast, things were supposed to change. All of this was due to a man named Uther, whom Yniol was more than eager to share stories about around a campfire. As he told it, all the Packs descended from him, and the man had a talent for metal synthesis and a knack for tech. With the two,…
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Duke Nitidus loomed over Colin. His arms were crossed, and his glare was like the Goddess glaring down at a sinner from the heavens above. After a few miles free of Vega, the Pack pulled over to talk route and travel arrangements with the Arch-Magi. And to have a more frank discussion about their new agreement outside of the listening ears of the rest of the council. But this. This was something Erec hadn’t expected. After parking, the Duke yelled at his son that it was time to have a discussion. Within…
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Unlike last time, this visit to the Glass Pyramid was much more hostile. They rushed processing. The Magi handling the group of Pendragons and Knights weren't sure how to manage them, given they'd just killed other non-citizens in their streets. So, they found a medium ground in that they didn't say a word to the prisoners. Nope, they threw glyph-shackles on the Pendragons and Knights. Then, they shoved them into the council room for the Arch-Magi, which was noticeably absent any Arch-Magi. Still, when…
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