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as written by Ylanne It was almost midnight when Amira Qahtani all but kicked in the doors to the central communications room in the main headquarters. The younger woman, brown-skinned and stocky, wore frayed cargo pants and a t-shirt with a logo for some band that probably only a handful of...

as written by Krysis The faded older woman was telling her story again. The grand kids that met a fatal end in traffic right before her eyes, when her aching hands could not hold them back. It was tragic and morbid, and just plain sad, but a story repeated lost impact. Of course putting it into...

as written by Calcos The muffled churning of the rotors atop the helicopter could be heard from within the cargo area, where Samedi and two Skull Society enforcers sat, watching as the man opposite them squirmed awake, a black cloth sack shrouding his visage and masking his own vision as well...

as written by Saarai and Calcos Mark stood behind the counter of his deli, newspaper in hand with his eyes on the sports section. He was an older man, kind of chubby and with a thick mustache. The deli had a few people inside eating, including a few members of the Hammer & Star Bratva. They had...

as written by Calcos It was an enigmatic, megalithic structure looming gracefully over the midnight outskirts of the city. Myriad houses lined the outer rim of the grand metropolitan locale, their lights snuffed out as the denizens within slept, unaware of the strange, eldritch spire that...

as written by Calcos He approached the podium with an air of confidence about him, his eyes fixated on the crowd that had gathered outside of City Hall, their excited cheers filling the air with a cacophonous uproar that brought a smile to his lips. His ran a hand through his platinum hair...

as written by Calcos The chapel was just as uninhabitable as the rest of the Normans, bearing the same tells of the entirety of the city district; crumbling, decaying infrastructure adorned the whole of the edifice, its once-pearly white columns cracked and dirty with ash and mold. The carpet...

as written by Calcos The riotous noise of the engine was like a predator's growl, the darkened beast swiftly advancing down the dead-end roadway, pushing around gusts of wind with its behemoth mass, whipping around the air and causing it to bend the blades of grass beside the asphalt. The trees...

as written by Calcos Out on the dance floor, the obnoxiously over-loud tones of goth rock blared over the loudspeakers, as people moved and swayed to the macabre instrumentation and dull, somber vocals. The Voodoo Chile was a haven for the peculiar and downright weird; a select few of those...

as written by Tiko Somewhere in Therrier-Paix... As the situation within the Midlands continued to unravel and war rested on the doorstep of Caldonia, the TNG Prime Minister worked diligently and without rest to contain the situations. "The Eastern and Northern borders of the Midlands have...

as written by Tiko As the sun broke over the crest of the Tananeen Mountains in the east and swept its light across the Dying Sands of Caldonia, it carried with it the tidings of war. The town of Valenar was filled with an armed military presence that walked the streets with guns in arm, and...

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as written by Tiko It was the crack of dawn and the light that swept through the mountains revealed that all was not as it was when it had set the night prior. Two Tirian militia outposts now bore the flags of Volaria, and the soldiers that now manned them bore matching insignia. The Tirian...

as written by Tiko A hushed unease held the small town of Valenar within its grip, and the locals who ventured from their homes did so with hurried steps to reach their destinations quickly. Whispers passed from ear to ear speculating into the joint presence of the Shintenchi militaries, but...

as written by Ylanne For their massive size, the boulder hiding the entryway into Têmardo Waystation should have made some equally jarring sound, scraping, rumbling, something. But it was strangely silent, muted -- mercifully -- through the artful work of a mage who had lent her talents to the...

as written by Tiko Leonis and the Mira hunting party made their way back to the Mira village without further incident, though more than a few had cast wary glances over their shoulders at the thick plumes of smoke and fire that had tore through the jungle in their wake. They were clear of the...

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