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Deana was in her lab, standing at a work bench. Before her was a deactivated drone. She had constructed it herself, but still had some kinks to work out. It could fly with an anti-gravity spell, so it didn't need propellers. It had a few other spells as well. Currently, she was trying to make it more energy-efficient. While it could recharge itself with the ambient mana in the air, a number of its spells would drain it's capacitors too quickly. At the moment, she was working on a new circuit board for it.
The room was half-filled with the different gizmos and inventions she had created, along with a mannequin she had been using in her research, so to say. She was standing on a special stand Deana had made. Some of the items were made to help her collect and view data from her experiments, as well as things like work benches and examination tables. The room itself was one of her inventions as well. She wanted a few robot helpers to maintain it, somet
The City Was Dark In The NightMy target was running. I could hear his footsteps hitting hard upon the asphalt in the silence of the night, expertly making his way through the city's streets. I was chasing him. Why did they always have to run? My heart was beating so hard I could swear my eardrums would explode... I hate being so out of shape.
My target on the other hand didn't seem to tire at all. Of course not. He probably was an ex-marathon runner, or maybe a circus clown, I don't know. Maybe he had experience escaping the taxman. All I know is that he was really, annoyingly fast.
Suddenly he took the Twenty-Second Street. That was a mistake... unlike most of the city's street, this one was a dead end. Finally. I just might stop running and begin breathing again.
I turned around the corner and there he was, stuck between three brick walls. I unholstered my pistol and aimed at him, carefully walking closer to get a better shot in case he'd try anything. I had to be careful with the man. There was a chance he knew
Abomination: Sea of Stones: 4 - Aftermath
Abomination: Sea of Stones
Danton – Aftermath
Christophe Flashsteel, the former Guard-Captain of Danton, stood in what was left of the market square of the city he had sworn to protect. The sun had only just risen, and already the city was in ruins. Crows, buzzards, and other scavengers filled the skies or prowled among the debris feasting on the carnage. Most of the fires from the night before had burned themselves out, leaving only smoldering wreckage that created a choking haze that hung over the once mighty port city. Only the castle, stone temples, a few of the more sturdy or lucky wooden structures, the docks and ironically the wall itself remained intact. At least half of the population was dead, or soon will be. Corpses littered the streets as far as the eye could see. Most either burned in their homes or were ripped to bloody pieces by the fiends. And those were the lucky ones. Christophe smil
Truel - Chapter IVChapter IV
The forest around him didn’t look any familiar. Mernion was standing in the middle of a little clearing, surrounded by thick oak trees. He looked around him and noticed that the trees were so close to each other, that they were blocking his way. “Impossible” he thought and started walking around the living wooden wall, searching for a passage.
When he figured out there is no way, he tried climbing up. As he climbed up about ten meters, he looked up. The tree seemed to never end. Suddenly he heard a familiar, insane laugh. A moment later a man in brown robes appeared above him, kicking him and causing him to fall.
It wasn’t a long fall. In fact, Mernion was barely a meter above the ground.
- There is just one way out from this prison - said the man - Kill Shabal.
- I will not do that!
- We will see about it! - he laughed maniacally.
A dark cloud appeared around the man, making him barely visible to young barbarian. After a moment, the