<Nychta’s Veil: This seraphic boon shrouds the User’s presence from members of the divine. Along with a passive protection from scrying eyes, the User may use artifacts of other deities without alerting the deities themselves. Artifacts include items, consumables, and shrines of elevation. Like any divine boon, there are hidden complexities to the veil that may show themselves in time.>
So. It wasn’t a dream. After reading the text, I still wasn...
2022-06-15 21:28:22 +0000 UTC
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It was hard to pinpoint the last time I’d been this tired. I’d been running on minimal sleep for as long as I could remember. Found an equilibrium for how much I could push myself, before the overdraw became a credit that would undermine the next day.
There were always exceptions, of course. Emergencies that threw that equilibrium into flux. More often than not, the price was mental. But it had taken everything I had to drag myself out of that cursed tunnel. And thereaf...
2022-06-15 02:20:52 +0000 UTC
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<Probability Cascade: A forbidden advancement of Probability Spiral in accordance with the Allfather of Entropy. While the previous ability allowed a glimpse of true power, Probability Cascade pushes the natural limits of magic beyond regulated limits, allowing direct alteration of the strands between. Be warned. This meddling will likely be noticed by the higher planes.>
The vagueness caught my attention first. It was hardly the first time the system under-desc...
2022-06-10 20:52:20 +0000 UTC
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<01:03:56>
It was aggravating that the advancement had come so late. I was positive I’d received more than enough experience from Ebryli’s Trial to push me well into the ninth level, if not enough to eclipse it entirely. And almost ever since then I’d been in some form of conflict, dispatching enough monsters alone that it felt like I should have reached ten some time ago.
There were some theories that tracked. The reduced experience being an effort to...
2022-06-09 23:23:22 +0000 UTC
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The biggest advantage of a knife is concealment and surprise. Take those two elements away, and the prospect of fighting with one becomes far more precarious. My father told me something once, on one of those days, where he came home pale and stricken, and wanted nothing more than to sit in his chair and stare at the TV.
”In a knife fight, the loser dies in the street. The winner dies in the ambulance.”
Mantle reeled backwards, hand covering his bloodied ...
2022-06-07 18:50:05 +0000 UTC
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Golden light shined down through gray clouds. I squinted upwards, shielding my vision with a half-cupped hand. Synthesized pop blasted over a light-grey wireless speaker on the patio table, a kitschy, catchy beat perfectly engineered to be a hit before it ever hit the album. The opaque glass of the patio table caught a muted reflection of the emerging sun, blinding my vision.
There was an inescapable feeling, like I was in the middle of something critical and had been uncer...
2022-06-07 01:22:18 +0000 UTC
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My ears popped from the sudden change in pressure, the semi-sterile scent of the church mingled with burning fuel and blood. A chunk of something impacted my head and sent me reeling, stumbling backwards until I caught myself on a wall, blinking painfully through a wave of blinding dust so thick it acted like a smokescreen.
When it faded, Mantle was frozen in the center of the room. There was an oversized messenger bag on his shoulder that hadn’t been there before, filled with the l...
2022-06-02 18:25:24 +0000 UTC
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Kinsley hadn’t said anything else after my last message. In and of itself, that was surprising. She almost always had some snarky remark when my suggestions and requests were more commands than suggestions. Maybe her experience with Ellison had unsettled her. Or something else had come up.
I wanted desperately to be wrong. Ellison was family. Family had always represented an emotional blindspot for me, which made it far more difficult to rein in my preternatural tendency ...
2022-06-01 18:31:08 +0000 UTC
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For a few scant seconds, the neon hexagonal red square of a stop sign held my full attention. There was nothing significant about the sign itself. What was curious was my reaction to it. I’d squeezed my brakes tightly to avoid going over the white line, despite the many blown lights, ignored signs and signal-less lane changes I’d made on my way here.
But for some reason, just on the cusp of reaching downtown proper, my muscle memory had kicked in. Maybe it was subconscious experienc...
2022-05-31 22:05:40 +0000 UTC
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Thunk
Thunk
Thunk
Miles burst through the door of the necromancer’s lair, his eyes wild. His bow was at the ready, the glinting arrowhead reflecting the sterile lights above. He aimed at me for just a moment before he lowered the bow slightly. “Hey kid.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Had me going. Seemed like you were actually worried before you opened your mouth.”
“Calling you kid wasn’t bait, you paranoid bastard. You just… ...
2022-05-27 20:39:26 +0000 UTC
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“Kinsley. And my name is Vernon Fields. Not that it matters. In a court of law, I would have just given you motive alongside the smoking gun, and the assertion that I cannot stop my work. But there is no court of law anymore.” Vernon’s hands were shaking. He rotated away from me on the swivel chair.
Though I kept my crossbow pointed in his general direction, I removed my finger from the trigger. <Cruel Lens> marked everything he said as true. My...
2022-05-27 02:26:21 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 99
I positioned myself five feet away and held my crossbow to his head. Some part of me itched to pull the trigger. Necromancer, kidnapping and killing people by the dozen. It should have been clearcut, entirely justified. And I realized that for possibly the first time in my life, I was tired of granularity.
Focusing on the minutia, the complexity and imperfect lines that compose a person, was always how I’d managed to stop myself from doing something stupid in the pa...
2022-05-25 18:03:25 +0000 UTC
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When I returned, Miles didn’t ask any questions. That felt significant somehow. Either he was committed to his own plausible deniability, or he already knew. Normally, I’d say I was confident he hadn’t been watching me, but considering his background and skillset, it wasn’t a safe assumption.
Before we started to climb, he grabbed me by the arm. “Look. I know you’re trying to limit casualties. It’s part of why I felt comfortable signing on, considering who you...
2022-05-24 23:01:10 +0000 UTC
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Astrid flinched backwards like she’d been punched in the gut. It was the first time I’d seen her act anything other than stoic or borderline hostile. That was good. The volatile reaction cemented the plausibility that she wasn’t doing this on purpose. I felt her eyes follow me to Astria as I bent down over the younger girl and checked her pulse.
“It’s low. Way lower than it should be.” I said. It would take too long to get the actual number, but Astria looked up at me thro...
2022-05-20 19:02:13 +0000 UTC
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A never-ending stream of profanity ran through my mind as I watched the fleeing man gain ground. He was out of the effective range for <Page’s Quickdraw> and with this distance, it was unlikely I’d hit him. If the mages could hold on for just a little longer—
I lost the trail of thought as Astria slipped, her face drifting perilously close to the road as consciousness nearly left her. Astrid, seeing her sister falter, fought harder.
Damn it.
2022-05-19 22:13:13 +0000 UTC
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There was a moment of shock as the crossbow bolt pierced Pat’s back. <Awareness> was so common, I’d half expected the shot would miss. Instead, he whirled to face me, surprise undercutting the clear pain written across his face.
“Who… are you?”
It only took a matter of seconds to rationalize what I was doing. I’d vaguely intuited that the suits might be here, but upon finding one had acted on instinct.
I fired off <Suggestion&g...
2022-05-18 23:35:26 +0000 UTC
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Emil didn’t know much, but what he did know was useful. His group’s name was Fidelis. Cutting through the heavily romanticized and editorialized description, and they were fringe paramilitaries with a viagra-assisted erection for the Second Amendment—and not the kind with serious training. Mall cops, security guards, bouncers, bootcamp washouts and dishonorable discharge wannabes. In practice, they acted much like the soldier of fortune types they idolized—with significantly less eff...
2022-05-18 02:42:09 +0000 UTC
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“This is fucked. It’s a bloody war zone out there. The whole point of agreeing to do this, was that they promised we wouldn’t be bothered.”
“That right, big guy? You know where “Pat,” is. Why don’t you go tell him your thoughts, I’m sure he’s interested.”
“Maybe I will.”
“Stop egging him on.” A third voice urged. “We know they don’t hesitate to drop bodies, you really think they’ll hesitate to put us on that list?”
Our...
2022-05-13 23:45:33 +0000 UTC
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Miles removed his bow from his shoulder and drew a coated arrow, nocking it and drawing the string taut, pressing the back door open slowly, as if a gust of wind or explosion had edged it open. Judging from his focus and the look in his eye, he was prepared to fire as soon as he had the spellsword in his sightline. At the same time, Talia made her move.
“What was that?”
All three heads turned towards the source of the noise, away from the backdoor.
I held my hand at my...
2022-05-12 22:57:31 +0000 UTC
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The throbbing rumble of explosions rattled in my ears like an overactive bass line. <Persuasion> didn’t go smoothly this time. Miles was right that the man was disciplined, but he looked anxious, and any visible emotional fragility indicated a more significant underlying weakness. That observation was the only thing that kept me from visibly recoiling back from the bad connection. I couldn’t afford to fail here.
I took his resistance apart, looking for the r...
2022-05-12 00:59:21 +0000 UTC
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Max glanced around the back grimly, as if worried everyone would disappear the moment he answered. “Seven.”
Muttering rose to a fever pitch as the others discussed the evaluation. From what Max had said, his evaluation scale worked from one through twelve, twelve being a total success, one being an abject failure. A seven gave us the narrowest expectation of success. There were multiple questions I wanted to follow up with, when Max’s cool down expended.
On the ...
2022-05-09 21:46:47 +0000 UTC
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There was an uncommon confidence to the voice. The sort of conviction charlatans and con-artists can only dream of. Like he was speaking his own will into existence, and he knew it.
I turned from Grayscale to study the newcomer.
Golden hair framed intelligent green eyes that studied me back. He was my height, maybe half an inch taller. His armor wasn’t armor, really—it was the same threaded kevlar-analogue composite my original starter armor was made from, only far more comp...
2022-05-06 20:16:03 +0000 UTC
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Even as I prepared to leave the rooftop, a million warring thoughts about Ellison battled for attention in my mind. They dulled to a distant siren as I replaced the mask, and felt the chaos in my mind dissolve to almost nothing.
Later. Focus on what matters.
I flicked on the <Operator’s Belt> and stepped off the roof, using the nearby storm gutter to slow my descent. Even with the weight reduction, I landed hard enough to rattle my te...
2022-05-05 22:15:43 +0000 UTC
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Kinsley led me into the crackhouse. Black graffiti covered the walls, and it stank of stale piss and cigarettes. Not exactly a sterile environment. There weren’t many healthy members of Roderick’s lodge around, and those present too busy tending to the injured to pay any real attention to either of us as we walked between the rows of cots. I wasn’t certain why we were going into another group’s territory to discuss this, but she’d handled herself well enough outside that I was will...
2022-05-05 01:32:06 +0000 UTC
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A good bluff doesn’t stop after the bluff is spoken. You can’t just stand around, waiting to see if the mark will buy it. People are by and large more sensitive to desperation than any other emotion. It’s why it's so easy to pick out a panhandler from a distance regardless of how they’re dressed, or the little feeling you get right before someone tries to sell you something.
You have to follow through. Inhabit the lie. Wear it, like it’s a jacket you’ve owned for years.
2022-04-29 23:22:05 +0000 UTC
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It was a peculiar scene. There were dark-green plastic loungers scattered around the backyard, which was mostly dirt. The slab of cement that had once been a porch was cracked from years of neglect and shifting earth. Further back, there was a grill that was more rust than metal, absent a propane tank. A slimly built, stodgy man in white and gold armored robes was seated in an oversized deck chair that vaguely resembled a throne. A golden circlet adorned his forehead, keeping the hood of the...
2022-04-29 04:17:31 +0000 UTC
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There were too many people around, and I was moving too quickly to see how full the receptacle was. Civilians, both neighbors I’d known for years and a some I didn’t, were lingering in a cluster around the receptacle.
I pulled the front and back breaks evenly, not waiting for the motorcycle to stop before I jumped off and recalled it into my inventory.
The crowd was thick enough that I felt a knot of anxiety settle in my gut, even in the guise of the mask. There were too man...
2022-04-27 00:09:14 +0000 UTC
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That was it.
There was nothing more to say, no other discussions or negotiations to be had. I’d consulted both Kinsley, and afterwards Talia. Talia hadn’t known anything of the Eldritch, her advice remarkably neutral, as Kinsley’s had been.
It’s ironic, in a way. When you’re conditioned to take the selfish option for the sake of survival it’s easy to make decisions. Everything is binary. Plus or minus. Positive or negative. Black, or white. It’s when you have to th...
2022-04-25 23:57:36 +0000 UTC
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“Myrrdin? What happened? Are you—“
I ended the call with Sara.
There were no easy answers to the questions.
Only suspicions, all of them too horrible to voice. The underside of my jaw tingled as I struggled to keep myself from vomiting, eyes still glued to the spot my foot had impacted the ground. Beneath my boot was a piece of dark red tissue that was stretched to the point where the connecting flesh had begun to tear. A mix of yellow-black liquid pooled under my fo...
2022-04-23 00:30:01 +0000 UTC
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It took more than a few uses of <Suggestion> to get Jacob to the point where he wasn’t going to try to kill me as soon as my back was turned. Subsequently, he was amenable enough. Even helpful.
One of the big problems with this entire set-up was the utter lack of communication. On some level, I suspected that was the point. Cutting off our phones, enabling voice chat at the last minute, it all felt like an intentional move to cut down the likelihood of coordin...
2022-04-22 03:14:24 +0000 UTC
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