“You think this will help?” Treyko asked, twisting his head in the vice of the chair. Even now, he still smiled. Heelna remembered those days, before she too had been plugged into the mainframe. Easier days, simpler days. “You know it will,” Heelna replied, as she tightened the wrist straps on Treyko’s wrists and upper … More Beyond Humanity (From the Archives)
Geyle watched the world spin below her. She tapped her foot gently on the window that separated her from the vacuum of space. The sound echoed inside the table, a gentle tap tap tap to match the gentle rhythm of her heartbeat. Most hated the training area, being exposed on four sides to the vast … More Vacuum (From the Archives)
“HOLD IT!” Cathen yelled. I’m trying gods damn you, Thyren thought. He forced himself to hold onto the spell book, despite the heat radiating off it. The magic poured off the pages, funnelled into the glass tube by the complex array of shielding spells. Fire magic normally glowed red, but this magic was almost white, … More The Jewel of Hanerath (From the Archives)
“Can you not pray away the rain?” Zivami asked as he paced around the table in the centre of the tent. “That’s not how it works,” Valite replied, adjusting her cloak, “and you know it.” Zivami snorted. “Could at least try,” he said. “You’re lucky the wards are still holding up around here,” Valite said, … More Temple of Ukla (From the Archives)
Nainea held on tightly to her copper badge, curling up around it to stop them taking it off her. The cave floor was cold, still wet with the blood of the guards she had managed to kill. At least the badge still listened to her, it still obeyed her. But now, until she could get … More Expel (From the Archives)
Fenla hummed as she stitched the new symbol into the cloth on the table. This one was a simple order, a quick piece of magic to ward off spirits from the mashlands. Not that the owners would be aware the spirits were attracted to anything that she touched. No one was aware, they thought it … More The Daughter’s Curse (From the Archives)
Dany looked at the shattered pieces of pot on the floor and smiled. The Sand Pot that had dictated her movements her whole life lay in pieces on the floor. “You little-” her mother started, lashing out with a slap. Davy patted it away lazily. The benefits of being taught how to fight meant that … More Shattered Sands (From the Archives)
“Put me down here,” Wilal said. The attendants did as he wished, laying the palanquin gently onto the ground. Wilal could smell the Northern Winds from here, the top of Lastmount Ridge. The salty smell of his home in the Northern Wilds, a place had not been to in years. Not since he had deserted. … More Northern Winds (From the Archives)
“Let us raise a toast, to Mito!” Captain Ralaydin raised her mug high into the air. The rest of the crew followed her example. Mito blushed. Not from embarrassment, he appreciated the gesture, but all twelve pairs of eyes staring at him was a bit much. Mito raised his glass to. “To the successful Blood … More One of the Crew (From the Archives)
Ineg brushed her fingers across the top of the cream pot. The thick blue substance stuck to her fingers. She held it up in front of the mirror, holding back her hair with her other hand as she carefully dabbed the cream onto the top of her forehead. The makeup was a practised art by … More Cream (From the Archives)
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