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This place hasn’t changed. Not a single stone has moved since I was last here. The entrance is still standing, sealed up with heavy rocks and sand. Nothing has disturbed the massive piles of rubble that were once hauled from this mine on the backs of children, many of whom are held in permanent memory by twenty-seven diminutive suns gouged into the face of the cliff. My body is moving on its own, tracing those small stars with the tips of my fingers. It’s been so long since I came here, but I still remember the feeling of this stone; soft, rough, and grainy, as if someone had taken sheets of fine sandpaper and glued them to the o

“Laryn?” No answer. “Laaaaryyyyn...” Not even a glance. “You’re not listening to me are you?” Nothing but the incessant scraping of her blade against its whetstone. Uleki heaved out a noisy sigh and flopped onto his back, staring upwards into the darkening sky. Most days at this time, from his house just outside the Military district, he could hear the raucous shouting of half a dozen drill sergeants during evening inspection. Sometimes they were laying into a recruit for a minor offense, sometimes it was just a nonsensical stream of profanity. Today, though, the silence loomed  over the field l

Name: Uleki Sirek (Wrath) Age: 23 Race: Human Appearance: Height: 6'4” Weight: 250lbs Build: While tall, he doesn't appear so bulky as he is. In fact, he almost appears to be scrawny. Face: Shaggy black hair. Red eyes are a minor, purely cosmetic mutation.  A scar runs from the edge of his left eyebrow to the right corner of his chin, having cut across and blinded his left eye. Skin: Pale, and heavily scarred. It can be assumed that these scars are the result of severe mistreatment by relatives. Dress: a plain white shirt and deer-skin pants, also has a tattered gray hooded cloak with which he conceals his injury. Religion: He does

 What is Shapeshifting? Shapeshifting spells are most easily characterized as spells that directly affect the Caster's body by changing its basic structure. Its visible effects can range from a simple bulge in the muscles that can make the caster stronger (Which may be confused with the effect of an enhancement spell, the difference being enhancement spells are incapable of eliciting any sort of physical change), to changing into an animal, or even into an inanimate object. Who can Shapeshift? There are several requirements for an aspiring shapeshifter to meet before they should ever attempt an actual shift. First, a thorough knowledge

Name: Layla Moonwave Age: 19 Height: 5’8” Weight: 147 lbs Gender: Female Species: Human Class: Warrior/Mage Combo Social Status: Nobility Affiliations: Averick Empire Attitude: she lacks much of the dignity and self-control that would usually befit a woman of her standing. She also has a propensity for flirting with people of the lower class (particularly soldiers), considering the rest of the nobility “stuck up and snobbish”; though she herself likes to hang the fact that she’s the Emperor’s daughter over their heads. She also often compares her beauty to that of others; usually with a more favora

"I am fully aware of that, Major, but there is little logic behind attacking us and leaving us alive." Gregor's scratchy, semi-monotone is beginning to give me headaches. At least I think it's Gregor and not some new symptom or something. Whatever got inside of me, it's been doing a number on my body. I feel like I've drunk too much of my whiskey, except that I still feel everything just fine, and I haven't had a drop since I got down here. I have to think hard even to respond to Gregor, trying to clear the fuzziness that has dominated my mind. "Think about it," I say at last, "She knew she was being followed. Did she seem at all surprised w

 Mission log; day 1, 0900hrs Have descended into total darkness, and my flashlight isn't helping a whole lot. The cave I am stuck in seems to have had a way out once, but there is a pile of rocks where the entrance should have been. I can hear sounds coming from the other side, but I don't dare try to break through. The vibration from my walking is enough to send a few pebbles down on my head. Have also been in contact with 'Dr. Ollivander' Though I wasn't able to glean much information from him. Something is interfering with my transmissions, and we weren't in contact long. Gregor, however, has proven useful. 'He', if you can call a compute

"It's been too long, Maddie" A couple of the gallows project personnel cast sideways glances at the solitary figure sitting at the end of the bar. He shook his head at them, and turned back to the small, framed photograph that he had placed on the counter.  "Heh, can you believe this?" he said, jabbing a thumb in the direction of the staff and taking a sip of whiskey as he did, "All the whack-jobs in this place, and they think I'm crazy for talking to a picture." "In other circles, they would think you were insane, Major Walker." Will looked to his left, toward the voice. A man sat down next to him; shortish, blonde, and quite shaggy, with a