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An Awkward DeliveryCharisse exhaled, pausing at a corner, under an oil-fired lamp. The dim golden light it cast flickered when she approached and grew significantly brighter when she stood under it. In the distance she could hear gunshots and shouting, but paid them no mind, they had nothing to do with her. Someone nearby shouted "thief!" just before a man dressed in black shot past her into the alleyway.
Two more men, both sporting the latest model of rifle, approached her, pausing to look into her face. "You seen a man in black come past here?" one of them asked. She raised her left hand and pointed further down the street instead of into the alleyway. Idiots... the cat demon thought, watching them head the wrong direction. She turned into the darkened alleyway, her boots tapping lightly against the cobbles.
She paused when she felt a hand on her ankle and turned, ready to drive one of her chain spears into the owner's head. "Unhand me!" she hissed.
"Th-thank you... I never would have escaped without y
The Far Point was a place of foreboding; a place that couldn’t be spoken of without shivering and glancing southwest in Aurora. It was rumoured the dark elves of U’rune held weird rituals there, and it was rare that travellers returned from the Far Point; even the fearless Rangers of Illinara avoided the place. It stank of evil magic and the environment was twisted in unimaginable ways. The few creatures hardy enough to survive there were nearly immortal and trophy hunters sought not their heads, but perhaps a fragment of their armoured hide or a broken piece of a talon, something to prove they had battled the fearsome creatures. There was always that one hunter that desired more, however - the one that had the power to back their outrageous claims of combat skill.
She sat quietly in a pub in Aurora, talking with a few companions, her heavy claymore resting against the wall behind her. Around her, other hunters traded stories of
An Untold PastAn Untold Past
The crumbling ruins of the ancient city of Cairadem stretched before the trio of adventurers as they stood at the lip of the volcanic crater the city was nestled within. It was said there was a great treasure buried deep within the city, somewhere in a hidden vault. They had ventured southward for months to reach the city’s ruins. All that stretched before them, however, was a crumbling city on the verge of total collapse.
“Is there really treasure here?” a young woman with dark brown hair and deep sapphire eyes asked her companions. She wore black and brown studded leather armour and carried a heavy broadsword strapped across her back. A small buckler was hard-mounted to her left bracer and it was emblazoned with a golden phoenix riveted to its surface. She wore good quality black leather boots that came up to her thighs and had reinforced knees.
“Of course there is, Cutter,” a girl with ligh
The roar of the crowd filled her ears as she walked out into the arena. Her traveller’s garb melted away in a flurry of icy-blue snowflakes, giving way to her gladiator outfit. The sun reflected off the polished ice of her pauldrons and bracers. Her blue and white skirt flapped lightly in the dusty breeze that blew across the arena’s sandy floor. She brushed her icy-blue locks from her face and her sharp, icy eyes settled on her opponent.
A figure in what at first appeared to be heavy armour exited the arena’s other gate. However, Icicle’s first impression of her opponent had been wrong. When her opponent unfolded her wings, the ice demon saw one was wrought of clockwork and thorns, the other of flesh and feathers. Her right arm ended in a heavy, clawed gauntlet and the golden glitter of a visor covered half her face. She gripped a trident in her left hand, the prongs of which arced with red lightn
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