Jennifer Miller
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Erec and his friend returned to the same glass pyramid they’d been to earlier in the night. Only this time, an armed Magi patrol escorted them in after putting the same manacles they shackled Seven-Snakes with on their wrists. It was disappointing to enter the building this time around, other than doing so after a massive fight, was the lack of the massive black orb topping the pyramid. Without the council present, it simply stopped existing; yet a permanent glyph rested in its place. That was rather…-
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Erec’s fist crunched into the man’s face and sent the man flying onto the ground on his ass. It was too easy to be satisfying, but shutting him up gave its own little flush of pleasure. The rest of the Casino staff paused, stunned, as Erec just confirmed the way this situation was going to go. Then, another one of their thugs made the mistake of trying to get revenge, rushing at Erec. Only for Enide to appear, one of her high heels in hand that she smashed into the guy’s face, a wide grin on her…
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Enide flew through the strip like a gale across the wasteland. She flowed by scantily clad dancers, through clubs, and by all the street performances and shows on the strip. All of brushing past them in a haze of joy and jokes that left Erec reeling, especially after the long discussion with the Council. Everywhere they went was another distraction. Another thing yanking their attention. Lights, sounds, and action. People rushed around from street shows to betting. Enide got into a drinking contest with…
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“Delegation ties, with the intent of securing an exclusive economic contract for a total of three years?” A big man in the council rumbled; rubbing his stomach as he spoke. Hours had passed, and all they’d done was hedge bets and hash out how to work out a beneficial agreement to communicate with one another. What the Duke had neglected to mention throughout the entire discussion was the Church and its pending rejection of this sort of opening up past the walls. They’d also brought up the Armor,…
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TO DO IN VEGA: LOSE ALL MY MONEY GET MARRIED TO A DANCER BLACK OUT DRUNK (3 NIGHTS) GET A GLYPH-TATTOO SEE ONE OF THEIR FAMOUS PRISON CELLS -Barbara Clancy, Degenerate Checklist (302, 3rd Era) The Siren’s song ended with applause loud enough to rival a Royal Ceremony. Erec clapped along with the rest, watching the woman give a smile and bow. Her performance wasn’t the only one that night—even though Lucas told them it would be. During the intermission, servers can up and brought wine to their…
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Erec was familiar with cards, but what struck him as odd was all the other games at play—tables with dice, the flashing machines with spinning symbols, and the odd red and black wheels. Erec found out the flashing machines were called ‘slots,’ but that explained nothing at all. This was a casino, and to Erec’s eyes, it would be better if it didn’t exist. The way people aggressively placed bets, winning but mostly losing them. It couldn’t have been good for them. The hollow look in their eyes…
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Everyone stiffened and spoke in hushed tones in Yniol’s closer. The closer they got to Vega, the more the Pendragons sat on the edge of their seats. They weren’t any better than Erec. Which was surprising. They’d been here before. The Jewel of the wasteland, they called it. Though, in the light of the day, the city was more grounded than before. It came alive at night when those neon lights blasted everywhere. Vega… was beautiful. A world completely on the surface; the massive buildings in the…
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“Can’t you channel your mana? I don’t understand why the lines keep breaking,” Colin shook his head. Erec sat on the hood of Yniol’s car, his hand held out before him. Gwen and Enide sat in for the lecture. Both girls were on either side of him. With Enide going along and trying to learn what she could. Gwen supervised. They’d gotten deeper into what Boldwick affectionately referred to as the ‘badlands’, a known section of the desert where Knights liked to avoid. Both because of a lack of…
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Getting back in Yniol’s car was almost like returning home. He knew how much it meant to the man, and despite the threat, it was like the wound healed. Yniol went right back to treating him how he had before. With a bit of an odd lean. He’d offer fatherly advice—which was a dynamic Erec didn’t know how to deal with. Enide mocked him and asked when they were going to get hitched in front of everyone. Yniol would freeze up whenever she mentioned it, and she’d start laughing. She wasn’t the…
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Erec scarcely opened his eyes for a second, before he had to roll over and vomit pure black rot out of him. And he kept vomiting, tears running down his eyes as he emptied his stomach into the dirt. It had a peculiar way of gathering, pulling together, and becoming an almost mud of vomit and wasteland. For most of an hour, his reality centered on a single point of suffering. Once he’d spewed out more black-like grease from him than he could’ve imagined, he finally gathered himself enough to see what…
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