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A voice like the tinny, mechanical screeching of a hundred thousand poorly-recorded voices boomed through the chamber. It was different from the dark scourge of the Ruina that plagued the Earth. This was no tide of chaos - no, there was a distinct sense of purpose, of order to its structure...

September 12th OE 102 Deimos Core 10:00 AM Martian local time Data. The ebb and flow of life, converted to numbers, lines, graphs. Every second that passed generated more of it, and this was meticulously catalogued, stored away, and analyzed. Such was their role. Their purpose, as watchers...

The Swordian's Guard fell through the air towards its farget, arm swinging down like an executioner's axe, its victory all but certain. The foe would be crushed like an insect, meeting the same fate as so many before it. But the target didn't move. Didn't flee. It simply raised its arms, hands...

The Straybird's purloining of its twin's magnum opus would bear immediate fruit. The twin beam surged forward, a wave of unstoppable power that ripped at the very fabric of space, sending what Feather Arks remained tumbling aside like paper dolls. The concentrated blast scythed across the...

"A gracious host, as ever." Ze'ev gave a thin smile, as he accepted the mug.., but he did not drink from it. The two's reflection was cast on its surface as he stood, looking down into it. As though choosing his next words with great care. "You ought to save your strength." He said, finally...

"Ah... Ahhhh!" Tilde shrunk back in terror as the blast surged towards them, with the two placed directly at its epicenter. Never before had she witnessed anything of its magnitude. The way the world shook, the way it rent the skies... but she didn't flinch. She couldn't. She stared certain...

September 21st, OE 102 11:18 PM Perindor Citadel, Study "Heavy lies the head that wears the crown". A certain Lunarian Queen had pondered the meaning of that statement, recently. Were it be she had met her Crescentian counterpart, whose nights were even more restless, she might have sheepishly...

The black sentry approached the innards of the Swordian, hovering effortlessly through the air as reality bend and churned about its outline, as though causality itself shivered at the sight of it. There, nestled in the heart of the once great edifice in the stars, was the prize it sought -...

Perfectio seemed to... study Johan, much in the way a bored child might observe an insect crawling on their window. Those golden hues moved slowly up and down him, as he paced, slowly. "So... small." He said, wetly. "So frail. And yet..." It was terribly, bitingly cold. Johan's breath came...

Scathelock listened to the master of the Earth Cradle's words attentively. Indeed, his entire being now seemed to be focused around this conversation - and even as the ultimatum was delivered, a broad smile split across his face, like flesh yielding to the blade of an axe. "You're right, dear...

The Queen watched the presentation, head still propped up on one hand as she idly tapped some notes on her screen. Her expression was carefully masked at all times, but not even she could conceal a blink at the mention of the refugee crisis. Sullivan had made much the same point, she recalled...

The Lord of Ruin listened to his servant - no, it was more as if he were absorbing the words, like the sound was dragged out of the air and into him, like a black hole devouring light. Even Melior Esse were not safe from his touch - and so it was that a distance was traditionally kept between...

"And you, of course, would be presiding over both such paths. A glorious future, built under your very own brand, to exact specification." Selene tilted her head sideways as she sat, propping her head up with a gently closed fist. There was no flinch in her stare, no hesitation in her words...

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"Heavy is the head that wears the crown." She'd heard that, once. Apparently, it was from some old Terran play. From the times when men played as the divinely ordained rulers of their lessers, bedecked in finery, wrapping themselves in myth, in legend, so as to hide the very human ugliness that...

“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...