AscensionGate Round 1: The Place of GhostsMaking it out of the village without alerting anyone was proving to be far easier than Adam had expected. In fact, he was slightly disappointed. He’d always been told that the Genthin Guard vigilantly patrolled the outskirts of Na’kin territory, constantly watching for Otherbeasts and scouts from less than friendly neighbors, but he had yet to see a single soldier. He supposed that it might be due to the fact that he hadn’t quite reached the outskirts of the village yet, but he was still shocked that the streets were so empty.AscensionGate Round 1: The Place of Ghosts5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Adam rolled his shoulders back, shifting the weight of the bag situated on them. The bag was full of various supplies that he had decided he’d need along the way. Firestarters, dried meats, deerskin canteens full of water, and garden variety herbs had been carefully loaded into the leather bag in preparation for the long journey that he wasn’t sure he’d ever return from.
“Last stop before there’s no turning back,
AS: Artificial SoulFor as long as Man has believed himself the creation of the gods, he has attempted to emulate those gods. Whether it be by attempting to build mountains of stone in Egypt, or building islands of mud in Holland, he has striven to master the world around him, either in testament or in defiance of nature. But there has always been one accomplishment that has eluded him; an accomplishment argued as God’s greatest masterpiece: Life.AS: Artificial Soul11 months ago in Academic Essays More Like This
But not just the simple life of any organism (oh no, that would be too easy) but life with that most abstract and important of elements: a soul. A life that is not only conscious of the world around it, but of itself, a life which can feel, laugh, cry, and love. These elements, which man has long considered his most flawed, but ultimately his most valuable. To Man’s dismay this ultimate accomplishment has eluded him. That is, until now.
In an estimated fifteen years’ time, machines, in the form of Artificial Intelligence (AI) shall have
The Pretender God Chapt. 3 Pt. 1And after three days and an half the Spirit of life from God entered into them, and they stood upon their feet; and great fear fell upon them which saw them. (Revelation 11:11)The Pretender God Chapt. 3 Pt. 14 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As the grey twilight betwixt night and first light covered the ruins of the Place of Ghosts, an eerie stillness seemed to shroud the entirety of the labyrinth of rock and twisted metal that was once a great metropolis of times long past. And as the ruin seemed now little more than a looming silhouette on a distant horizon, the remaining twelve men of the Pretender Prince, Cyneric, looked on in a mixture of fear and grief, lamenting the miserable turn of events which had stolen from them their comrades and their prince.
Some, now delivered from harm, took chance to sit where they stand as they, men hardened in the broil of battle, wept softly in grief, as many questions assaulted their strength of mind: Had their trials been for not? Had they come all this way in pursuit of a false dream? Had they left behind fam
AG R1 - A Story Told In Five Grams - P1Ascension Gate, Round OneAG R1 - A Story Told In Five Grams - P15 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Human Beings in a Mob: A Story Told In Five Grams (Of Sedative)
“Go ‘that way’, they said. Just keep walking that way, you’ll come across something, we’re sure of it.”
Lucas took a few more steps, slow and begrudging. Rock crunched beneath his feet; the sand had given way to gravel and smatterings of grass long ago, which had given the thief hope.
Two hours later, he concluded that long fields of rock and grass weren’t that much better than long fields of sand.
Lucas trudged along, then sat down with a heavy sigh. He fished in his satchel, finally allowing himself a small, badly needed drink from the water bottle stashed within. It slaked his thirst, but not the pestering thoughts at his mind, poking at his brain like hungry little birds. What was he doing? What could he do? Where should he go, what should he do from here?
The only answer was the faint whistling of the wind. Lucas was beginn
Ascension Gate OCT Round 1 Entry“He actually did it? He survived?” Raven exclaimed. Carson, speechless, looked even more shocked, if that was possible. Shia hugged herself, torn between her grief for Carmen and her joy that Carlisle had been able to fulfill his sister’s dream.Ascension Gate OCT Round 1 Entry5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The goldflame image of the Gamekeeper nodded, smiling kindly, and disappeared. “I hope Avery survived, too,” Shia said in a hushed tone, hugging her arms.
The Gamekeeper bellowed his summons again, and Carson grabbed his niece’s hand. They rushed through the flocking, excited crowds and right to the edge of the plaza. Raven was not so swift; he was stuck about a hundred yards back.
The hole where the plaza had been gaped like a wound, surrounded on all sides by eager, excited people. The Gamekeeper walked out to the center of the hole and suddenly, the plaza appeared below, rising up to meet the god’s silk-shod feet. The members of the crowd gave a strange sound; half a groan of despair, half a
Ascencion Gate: The Book (round2,part1)The wind ghosts through the night air, weaving between twisted rebar beams that strain upwards from rocky and ruined soil, the remnants of a town long dead. In the midst of the ruins the Bard sits with his back against a glass plate far thicker and clearer than any glass blower of the current age is capable of. His lute lays quiet in his lap, his long fingers laced atop of it. His head leans back, his face turned towards the heavens and his breathing slow.Ascencion Gate: The Book (round2,part1)4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The scar faced boy moves silently, standing up from the reed mat the Bard had set out for him. He holds his sword still against his leg as he creeps around the fire pit where coals made of a strange algae glow, giving off a pale light and dark blue smoke that curls up against the starry sky. He hushes the horse as he approaches, patting its nose gently and moving around it towards the heavy saddlebags that the Bard piled against a rocky outcropping when they stopped for the night. The leather scraps along the ground as he pulls the f