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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...

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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...

Boom. The shockwave alone tore at the construction site, sending beams scattering and piles of materials floating in all directions, a cloud of dust forming as the two titans struck one another. Pointed black grappled with furrowed, pitted ocher, as Ze'ev's sword danced towards its foe, hungry...

"Fanatics have their dreams, wherewith they weave A paradise for a sect; the savage too From forth the loftiest fashion of his sleep Guesses at Heaven; pity these have not Trac'd upon vellum or wild Indian leaf The shadows of melodious utterance." -John Keats, "The Fall of Hyperion"...

Sedna catapulted herself through the air, a shimmering azure blur that bounded forward with the intensity and fury of a predator of the deep smelling blood. It was a testament to her skill that she could even muster an attempted correction in mid flight. Collision seemed inevitable as the prongs...

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"I know." Myr registered the raised pistol with a scowl - but the reassuring metallic click of the Bioroids' own arms made him relax once more. It was almost as if Elhirut's boldness had taken him by surprise - but only for a moment. Looking down the barrel... he began to pace in a slow circle...