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Legends Never Die: Rolling Momentum (ch. 124)

It had been roughly eight months since I had assumed the mantle of King, and thus far, I had met my own expectations. There was, of course, resistance to the new practices and reforms that I implemented. More resistance than I would have liked, but still less than what I had prepared myself for, which made the transition go smoothly. 

The first of my notable projects had reached its first milestone -- the Kingsroad. A grand web of roads that flowed through all of Denmark, connectin...

A Golden Path: Foundation 2.14 (ch. 23)

‘It feels wrong to be happy,’ Ned thought to himself. His joy tasted of ash, his actions weighed heavily upon him to the point it was suffocating. Crushing. It was a betrayal of the highest order, but he didn't know what else he should have done. Yet, when he gazed into the violet eyes of Ashara, he found that he couldn't regret his decision. Even if his happiness felt like it came at the expense of his brother's. 

“It's done then?” Ashara questioned, her eyes glit...

Best of Intentions: Across the Line (ch. 25)

“How? How much money do these… these… these motherfuckers make?” I heaved, thumping a fist on a table. Ada, Rebecca, and Leon had all settled in Rockfort Island with Leon being the last to be recruited. Hacking government agencies had been so laughably easy that I'm eighty percent sure that it was a trap laid out by the CIA to catch over ambitious blackhats, but it mattered little when our goals were focused on Umbrella's remnants. 

I was in the Bus with the other ...

A Golden Path: Foundation 2.13 (ch. 22)

His room felt like an adequate representation of his life, Rhaegar Targaryen felt as he raised his head from his hands. Everything in his quarters had been destroyed -- the wardrobe, his desk, chairs, candlesticks, pitchers and cups, even his bed. All of it was destroyed in a manic fury that came and left him in fits and bursts. There were even scoring marks on the walls where he beat his sword dull against the stone. He sat upon the floor of his bedroom with his back against the wall, feelin...

Best of Intentions: Ain't No Rest For The Wicked (ch. 24)

It wasn't often that Ada found herself impressed, but it was hard not to be when Rude presented to them what he called a ‘Veil’. 

“This here doodad is something I whipped up to aid in our infiltration of Rockfort Island,” Rude informed, reaching up to behind his ear and pressing something. In response, his face rippled to take on the appearance of Chris. The burley man's head was completely at odds with Rude's lanky build, at least until a hologram emerged from the...

The Good Life: Deals with the Devil (ch. 94)

“Feeling better?” I asked Jinx, looking down at where she was curled up in my lap like a cat with her head pressed into my chest. It had been an hour since she made the declaration that she belonged to me, and in the time since she’d alternated between choking on tears, clutching at me for comfort, and riding my cock until her hips gave out. And sometimes she managed to do all three. I let it happen, for the most part. As much as I could temper the harsh spikes of her emotions when they...

The Good Life: Dashed Expectations (ch. 93)

“Guess who!?” Jinx exclaimed, dropping from the ceiling soundlessly and covering Law's eyes as he tinkered at his workstation. But with her hands on his face she could feel how Law didn't so much as twitch as his vision was robbed, telling her that he probably knew she was there the whole time. 

He couldn't see it, but she pouted behind his head. She had gone all out to make sure she got the drop on him this time -- she’d oiled the hinges, found every squeaky board, ...

The Good Life: The Prey (ch. 92)

Things had deviated rather significantly from his original plans, Silco mused as he lounged in his seat at the half cog table of the Council. 

He had joined the Council with certain… preconceived notions. Notions that he hadn't truly been aware of until he had been formally inducted into the Council of Piltover by his… peers. He had been right on the mark with some of his fellow Councilors -- Hoskel was a foolish, petty man who cared about nothing beyond his bottom line, and Sa...

The Good Life: The Hunt (ch. 91)

It was pretty simple to edit memories with my power now, but only because of the tools that I had developed along the way. 

The serum that flowed through my veins, which had catapulted me to heights that I'm not sure I could have ever reached on my own, was one aspect of why it was so easy. Another was the fine control I had trained relentlessly over everything within my Room, which quickly began to shift from the tangible to the intangible and esoteric. 

Emotions had co...

Legends Never Die: Unification (ch. 126)

“That road work helped us along, eh?” Hjalmar heard to his right as he laid on the sand, breathing deeply as he tried to get a grip on his racing heart. All around him, he could hear the panting and grunts of everyone else in the troop as they did much the same. His side pinched like someone was stabbing him with a knife, while his arms and shoulders screamed with strain. He couldn't even feel his legs. 

“How… are you… still talking?” Hjalmar panted, looking to Trym to ...

Legends Never Die: Bestowing of Expectations (ch. 125)

Under normal circumstances, I would have preferred to delay my conquest of Scandinavia by at least a year. Perhaps two,  to be safe. Such a thing required more than just an army of young men willing to fight -- there were logistics to consider. Information needed to be gathered to determine which settlements were important enough to take first, which locations were suitable for battle, which locations we should avoid, the names of the local political players, and the general disposition ...

Legends Never Die: Rolling Momentum (ch. 124)

It had been roughly eight months since I had assumed the mantle of King, and thus far, I had met my own expectations. There was, of course, resistance to the new practices and reforms that I implemented. More resistance than I would have liked, but still less than what I had prepared myself for, which made the transition go smoothly. 

The first of my notable projects had reached its first milestone -- the Kingsroad. A grand web of roads that flowed through all of Denmark, connectin...

Legends Never Die: Grasping Ambitions (ch. 123)

“Five generations! Five generations! Those lands belonged to my family since the time of my great-great-great-grandfather, and I won't let some jumped up farmer take what is mine by right!” Came a loud voice with thunderous wrath through the door of their makeshift home on the outskirts of Miklagard. 

Greta picked at the hem of her dress, idly wondering why her parents sent her outside if they were just going to shout loud enough that she could hear them anywa...

Best of Intentions: Across the Line (ch. 25)

“How? How much money do these… these… these motherfuckers make?” I heaved, thumping a fist on a table. Ada, Rebecca, and Leon had all settled in Rockfort Island with Leon being the last to be recruited. Hacking government agencies had been so laughably easy that I'm eighty percent sure that it was a trap laid out by the CIA to catch over ambitious blackhats, but it mattered little when our goals were focused on Umbrella's remnants. 

I was in the Bus with the other ...

A Golden Path: Foundation 2.13 (ch. 22)

His room felt like an adequate representation of his life, Rhaegar Targaryen felt as he raised his head from his hands. Everything in his quarters had been destroyed -- the wardrobe, his desk, chairs, candlesticks, pitchers and cups, even his bed. All of it was destroyed in a manic fury that came and left him in fits and bursts. There were even scoring marks on the walls where he beat his sword dull against the stone. He sat upon the floor of his bedroom with his back against the wall, feelin...

Best of Intentions: Ain't No Rest For The Wicked (ch. 24)

It wasn't often that Ada found herself impressed, but it was hard not to be when Rude presented to them what he called a ‘Veil’. 

“This here doodad is something I whipped up to aid in our infiltration of Rockfort Island,” Rude informed, reaching up to behind his ear and pressing something. In response, his face rippled to take on the appearance of Chris. The burley man's head was completely at odds with Rude's lanky build, at least until a hologram emerged from the...

A Golden Path: Foundation 2.12 (ch. 21)

The fickleness of lords was a fascinating thing to witness, Rickard Stark thought to himself as he gazed out at the celebration that carried long into the night and showed no signs of slowing down. Since Paul was presented to the court of the North, he had been an outsider. Someone… Other. He wasn't one of them, a northerner, even if he claimed Sakgos as his fief, the northern most land still in control of the North. 

His established lords were wary of him. They were wary of chan...

The Good Life: Dashed Expectations (ch. 93)

“Guess who!?” Jinx exclaimed, dropping from the ceiling soundlessly and covering Law's eyes as he tinkered at his workstation. But with her hands on his face she could feel how Law didn't so much as twitch as his vision was robbed, telling her that he probably knew she was there the whole time. 

He couldn't see it, but she pouted behind his head. She had gone all out to make sure she got the drop on him this time -- she’d oiled the hinges, found every squeaky board, ...

The Good Life: The Prey (ch. 92)

Things had deviated rather significantly from his original plans, Silco mused as he lounged in his seat at the half cog table of the Council. 

He had joined the Council with certain… preconceived notions. Notions that he hadn't truly been aware of until he had been formally inducted into the Council of Piltover by his… peers. He had been right on the mark with some of his fellow Councilors -- Hoskel was a foolish, petty man who cared about nothing beyond his bottom line, and Sa...

The Good Life: The Hunt (ch. 91)

It was pretty simple to edit memories with my power now, but only because of the tools that I had developed along the way. 

The serum that flowed through my veins, which had catapulted me to heights that I'm not sure I could have ever reached on my own, was one aspect of why it was so easy. Another was the fine control I had trained relentlessly over everything within my Room, which quickly began to shift from the tangible to the intangible and esoteric. 

Emotions had co...

The Good Life: The Wolf (ch. 90)

“You never struck me as the type to get married,” Robin noted, raising a cynical brow and her gaze became rather pointed. Ah, she was jealous ~! It was actually pretty cute to see. Her arms were crossed, her hips were locked and there was a dangerous tilt of her head that told me I was in trouble. Not capital T Trouble, but certainly in for a finger wagging if I didn't choose my next words carefully. 

“I'm only getting married to cuck Cinder,” I answered swiftly an...

Legends Never Die: Bestowing of Expectations (ch. 125)

Under normal circumstances, I would have preferred to delay my conquest of Scandinavia by at least a year. Perhaps two,  to be safe. Such a thing required more than just an army of young men willing to fight -- there were logistics to consider. Information needed to be gathered to determine which settlements were important enough to take first, which locations were suitable for battle, which locations we should avoid, the names of the local political players, and the general disposition ...

Legends Never Die: Rolling Momentum (ch. 124)

It had been roughly eight months since I had assumed the mantle of King, and thus far, I had met my own expectations. There was, of course, resistance to the new practices and reforms that I implemented. More resistance than I would have liked, but still less than what I had prepared myself for, which made the transition go smoothly. 

The first of my notable projects had reached its first milestone -- the Kingsroad. A grand web of roads that flowed through all of Denmark, connectin...

Legends Never Die: Grasping Ambitions (ch. 123)

“Five generations! Five generations! Those lands belonged to my family since the time of my great-great-great-grandfather, and I won't let some jumped up farmer take what is mine by right!” Came a loud voice with thunderous wrath through the door of their makeshift home on the outskirts of Miklagard. 

Greta picked at the hem of her dress, idly wondering why her parents sent her outside if they were just going to shout loud enough that she could hear them anywa...

Legends Never Die: Sparks of Creation (ch. 122)

There was no song more beautiful than that of a forge at work. Of hot metal being pounded into shape with the swing of a hammer. It was that melody that guided him as he made the iron sing, sparks flying with every impact as the ‘ting’ echoed out across the workshop. A low hum rumbled in his chest and at the back of his throat, letting him time his strikes to perfection and he was rewarded every time with the song increasing in pitch. 

Before his very eyes, the lump of orange h...

The Greatest Stage (One Piece/Warhammer 40k) (Second Primarch SI)

“Guys! Wait up! Wait for me!” Luffy cried out, running as fast as he could after his brothers. Both of their backs were far ahead of him, easily jumping from branch to branch or leaping over massive tree roots. Both of them wielded pipes, similar to the one that was strapped to his back, clearing a path for him, but even then, he saw that they were moving further ahead. 

Sabo glanced over his shoulder, grabbing onto his top hat to make sure it didn't fly off. “We can't, Luffy...

A Golden Path: Foundation 2.13 (ch. 22)

His room felt like an adequate representation of his life, Rhaegar Targaryen felt as he raised his head from his hands. Everything in his quarters had been destroyed -- the wardrobe, his desk, chairs, candlesticks, pitchers and cups, even his bed. All of it was destroyed in a manic fury that came and left him in fits and bursts. There were even scoring marks on the walls where he beat his sword dull against the stone. He sat upon the floor of his bedroom with his back against the wall, feelin...

Best of Intentions: Ain't No Rest For The Wicked (ch. 24)

It wasn't often that Ada found herself impressed, but it was hard not to be when Rude presented to them what he called a ‘Veil’. 

“This here doodad is something I whipped up to aid in our infiltration of Rockfort Island,” Rude informed, reaching up to behind his ear and pressing something. In response, his face rippled to take on the appearance of Chris. The burley man's head was completely at odds with Rude's lanky build, at least until a hologram emerged from the...

A Golden Path: Foundation 2.12 (ch. 21)

The fickleness of lords was a fascinating thing to witness, Rickard Stark thought to himself as he gazed out at the celebration that carried long into the night and showed no signs of slowing down. Since Paul was presented to the court of the North, he had been an outsider. Someone… Other. He wasn't one of them, a northerner, even if he claimed Sakgos as his fief, the northern most land still in control of the North. 

His established lords were wary of him. They were wary of chan...

Best of Intentions: Fatlip (ch. 23)

As it turned out, it was kinda… ludicrously easy to build a secret shadow organization. Like, it was downright worrying how easy it was. It had me thinking about my old life in my old world -- and how those conspiracy nuts might have been onto something when they ranted and raved about the Illuminati or the Freemasons. Not because I believed those organizations existed, but they might have been a cover for an actual international cabal of puppet masters secretly pulling the world's strings ...