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“Good evening, Mr. Xander of Alkahest.” As Xander and Tian Di spoke, there was an ominous crackle as a third party intervened in their communications line. The fair features of Scathelocke looked back at them, unblinking, as it materialized on their monitors. A faint smile played on his lips as...

For a time, there was silence from the body on the throne. Naught but the gentle tumult of the Fabula Forest reached Slask's ears. It beggared the question: Had their Lord been wounded in his last battle, somehow? His return had been silent, the Fatum bearing grievous wounds unlike any seen...

Name: Flint Scathelocke Age: 22 (Aging has ceased) Gender: Male Height: 5’11 Weight: 132 lbs Eye Color: Green Hair Color: Blonde Ethnicity: Crescentian Descent, Mixed European Appearance: Other Information: Highly talented alchemist and fearsome wielder of Prana. Seemingly immortal, as a result...

Meanwhile, on the opposite end of the Earth Cradle, the air began to buckle and warp unnaturally. As if something, or someone, were exerting the smallest fraction of unimaginable power, forcing the laws of physics to bend to their will. A form billowed into existence, seemingly from nothing...

October 31st, OE 102 Earth Cradle, England Alkahest HQ 10:18 PM Clank, clank, clank. The labyrinth interior of the Earth cradle rang with the sound of mechanical feet, as a pair of machines strode through its outermost extremes, searchlights sweeping through the murky darkness of the disused...

September 8th, OE 102 The Fabula Forest Throne of the King of Ruin 8:10 PM Bleak. Inhospitable. A black hole of despair, from which nothing could escape. All these words and more described the Ruina's present base of operation, where the power of the Fabula Forest waxed and waned, pulsating...

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Eliza, perhaps for the first time in public, didn't shy away as Ana met her lips... and sure enough, her face turned a bright crimson at her words, mumbling something incoherent in response as she stammered - but finally managing to settle on a tiny little squeak back into her ear of...

"Pointless." Perfectio's laughter echoed across the battlefield, a sonorous rattle that, much like its owner, seemed to deafen and drain of hope all that it touched. The needle-like bugs spat death at the lurching Fatum as it slithered forward, slowing it only slightly as the Emet Asher pounded...

The wind howled. Tilde Cortaine blinked rapidly, against the sharp, sudden sunlight. The sounds of battle being joined were on the air, and she watched transfixed from atop the dune as the black sentinel advanced, intent on fulfilling some nebulous goal. Something about the very sight of it...

"Yes, thank you Penelope. The Solarian is holding together too, thanks to your help. Please, do your best for us out there." Eliza smiled at the android, puffing herself up a little in her Captain's chair - only to be immediately deflated by the chattering crows, her features falling as she...

MOBILE WEAPONS: Angeloi Arca: The dreaded executioners of true order. Pantheon's most recognizable agents, these are the original forms of the mass-produced Angeloi utilized by the Giants of Crescentia, differentiated by their jet-black coloration and staggering difference in ability. A...

NOTABLE INDIVIDUALS: Zivon: The first, and with the loss of Gail O'Brennan to Perfectio, last "Angel". Presiding over the element of time, he has overseen the reign of the Ur-Humans in its entirety - its past, present, and future. A being of unspeakable power, whose word is law in L'Isola, his...

KEEPERS OF ORDER, GUARDIANS OF CAUSALITY: PANTHEON SUMMARY: Pantheon consists of a tiny handful of "order-keepers", those beings as close to mankind's conception of divinity as can be who preside over L'Isola, as well as those entities that serve them. Despite wielding unsurpassed power, they...

Iniitalizing Quantum Database Inquiry... Done. Synthesizing... Done.

Ze'ev waited, unblinkingly. The Gunleon's wrench tightened about his frame, threatening to crush it- And then... paused. Vapor and heat streamed off the Super Robot as its roaring settled down into a guttural purr. Within the cockpit, Adrian closed his eyes... and let his breathing slow. At the...

OE ??? Christmas Day L5 Cluster A dirty, forgotten alleyway A pale, pallid eye unscrewed itself, weakly in the dingy light. Even in the cold, there was a sharp sense of pain. With a cry, the young girl's hand lashed out in a panic, meeting soft, warm, mangey fur - and she saw, retreating...

SCHOLARS OF THE GOD OF CREATION: THE CULT OF GIZOS GRAGIOS SUMMARY: The Cult of Gizos Gragios are those who've thrown their lot in the with the most powerful, and yet enigmatic of the three Evil Gods. Possessing unmatched fervor, ancient engines of destruction, and twisted by the horrors of...

"As if...! As if I'll work with something like...!" Her world was spinning. Not even stepping away from the bridge made a difference. Tilde could feel cold sweat on her forehead, as for the second time now, outside forces intervened to get between her and her Lord. A more rational soul would...