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Shaman: Introducing KiyaKiya slid a little further down the pillar and raised a hand to her eyes to shield the sun from them. The hypostyle hall in the Karnak temples was filled with enormous, thick pillars which were impossible to see around, so she was forced to run a magical sweep to make sure they were alone. Kiya’s psychic powers weren’t as well developed as her elemental ones, but she knew enough to be able to mentally scope the surrounding area for signs of life. Nothing. The priests must be in another part of the temple.
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Shaman: Introducing Kiya
Kiya slid a little further down the pillar and raised a hand to her eyes to shield the sun from them. The hypostyle hall in the Karnak temples was filled with enormous, thick pillars which were impossible to see around, so she was forced to run a magical sweep to make sure they were alone. Kiya’s psychic powers weren’t as well developed as her elemental ones, but she knew enough to be able to mentally scope the surrounding area for signs of life. Nothing. The priests must be in another part of the temple.
“Coast is clear,” she hissed over her shoulder, and slid all the way down to the bottom of the pillar. A squeak behind her assured her that her companion had heard, and she spared him no time to catch up, but rather took off immediately weaving through the hall.
“Kiya!” Khasekhemwy whispered as he jogged up behind her, wringing his hands nervously. “This temple is only for priests and kings – ”
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Rhosalyn wasn't quite sure what happened, or how it happened, but the next thing she knew there was a horse in the middle of her bedroom.
It was a very attractive horse, if a little out of place. About fifteen hands high the average height for a riding horse it didn't appear to be any particular breed, although Rhosalyn recognised its slender limbs and well-shaped face from the sleek Arabic horses which were common in Iran. It was sort of golden-yellow in colour (she didn't know enough about horses to give the correct name for what that colour was), with a white mane and tail, no markings and brown eyes. All of that was normal. What wasn't normal was the enormous-looking pair of wings attached to the horse's shoulder blades, which were currently folded at its sides.
"Hi Joel." Its voice was definitely masculine. "Hi Elle. Hi Ste hey, you're tiny." It he? looked at the child admiringly, shook his head and turned to move in a peculiar sort
Shaman Christmas Special 2009
A year or so ago, in a world not dissimilar to this one, yet equally and completely different in almost every respect.
The ground is hard, cold, solid like ice, but a different texture. Earthy texture. There's a sharp wind too, playing with the locks of her silver-blonde hair: picking them up, putting them down. Picking them up, putting them down.
Aura opens her eyes.
She's lying on her front with her cheek to the ground in what seems to be a barren, empty landscape, devoid of any kind of landmark or scenery to mark its identity. It's soil beneath her plain, flat soil, slightly loose and gritty beneath her fingertips. Slowly she sits up, gazing out at the thick coils of fog obscuring the horizon from view. A quick 360 of the immediate area reveals nothing. No objects, natural or otherwise, and certainly no signs of life.
Aura's hands reach up to her heart to feel for her stab wound, only to discover that there isn't one. Her body, although clothed
Shaman Switchover v6, parts 1-7
The seventh rat lifts his nose into the air, inhaling the soft, sweet scent of earth. It’s been far, far too long. Perhaps he should have left sooner, but his patience will be rewarded.
Shaman is different to how the rat remembers. The landscape has been changed by the various curses; here volcanic ash has created a fertile strip of land from which a thousand new plants are bursting into life; there, where there had been a natural bowl in the ground, a new lake has formed as a residue of the flood. Parts of the land are familiar and the rat feels his insides glow warm when he sees them, but other parts are almost beyond recognition. Whole forests, yet to be replaced, have been ripped up by the flood. It’s unusually quiet from the lack of wildlife – about 95% of which perished in the flood – and the world smells new and clean, as if it’s ready to start anew.
Well. It soon will.
The rat sucks in his breath. As he slowly exhales, a thick black
Shaman Switchover v6, parts 8-13
Part eight –
“Aura!” A deep voice bleats in her ear, “Aura, Aura – I didn’t mean to – but something – I didn’t – there’s...”
Shaking her head to clear it, Aura lets the babbling nonsense wash over her as she sits up. Something – or someone – teleported her out of the Shrine... an impossible feat for anyone without reverse telepathy (of whom there are none in Shaman) or divinity. Blinking, she turns to the source of the noise for answers.
Penguin looks a mess. His pupils are dilated, his eyes wide, his tail is wedged firmly between his legs and he’s quivering. Absolutely nothing he’s saying makes any sense, and Aura can only assume that he had managed to teleport her here by accident. Courtesy of Poppy’s level six capabilities, he’s now inherited her magic. Divinity, being the most powerful of all magic, is also the most unstable; even when it is fully contro
Shaman Switchover v7 full
It had been necessary to move her. Mallos had already tried to kill her once; there's no reason why he shouldn't try again, and in her permanently unconscious state there's no way he couldn't succeed. The fact that Poppy can't control her powers is neither here nor there, since she represents divinity regardless. Indeed, there are ways of getting around the uncontrollable nature of her magic; the combined help of Aura and others of Set-Merut can help her to tame it for some spells, and when she's desperate enough the magic will respond of its own accord to her heart's wishes. Somehow, that Poppy would support Set-Merut has never been doubted by anyone, despite her disillusionment with Aura and her unusually affectionate relationship with Mallos - perhaps it's assumed that she wouldn't support him in the light of his recent attempts to kill her, and his not-so-recent attempts to kill her husband.
Nevertheless, whether or not Poppy would support Aura is irrelevant, becaus
Shaman Special: Entering the Alhambra
Estefania inhaled sharply as the arrow sailed cleanly over its target and landed smoothly onto the dry, yellow grass. She didn’t turn around; she didn’t need to. Like all Latino people, she had the ability to radiate fury from every pore but, like all Latino people, this was not enough for her. Her lips curled back over her teeth into a raging snarl, and she snapped out an explosive Spanish expletive. She felt rather than heard the movement behind her and turned her head slightly to the side in time to see slink into sight her currently least-favourite person. He slipped his hands into his pockets and raised his eyebrows at the arrow.
“You missed,” he pointed out.
Mallos’ sister had learned long ago that, in his presence, action must always precede thought: he could read her mind at will anyway, and acting without thinking seemed to be the one thing he could never predict. She whipped around, spinning the bow out of her hands downwards. He