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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...

Legends Never Die: The Ripples of Change (ch. 121)

“Hjalmar. That means helmeted warrior, aye? So… where's your helmet?” It took every ounce of willpower and a quick prayer to the gods to stop Hjalmar’s eyes from rolling right out of his head. That, and the fact that he was already utterly exhausted. Sweat dripped into his eyes and down his face with seemingly every movement. His back and legs ached from yesterday's long day of hard labor which today’s labor had only made worse. 

“You’re hilarious. Really. Odin himsel...

Legends Never Die: Tide of Change (ch. 120)

I had decided on building a new capital from scratch early on in my plans to build an empire. The island of Sjaelland was perfectly located for that goal. There were two other locations that I had considered before settling on Sjaelland -- Gotland and Åland, both were more centralized in the heart of the Baltic, but I decided against them for practical reasons. 

First and foremost was the fact that my people needed to see the results of my promises, and they needed to see them rel...

Legends Never Die: An Oath Fulfilled (ch. 119)

The next month was a flurry of activity. The war had been won, and I was now the uncontested King of Denmark, but the truth of it was that becoming king was the easy part. The battle against Horrik was something that I had set in motion and prepared for long before I returned to the shores of my homeland. What I faced now was a very different kind of battle. 

It wasn't one that could so easily be settled with arms or words. It was a battle of influence. 

The majority of ...

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 ...

A Golden Path: Foundation 2.11 (ch. 20)

Answers. At long last, they felt like they were in the cusp of his hand -- all he had to do was reach out and grab them. The questions that plagued him every waking hour of the day as he tried to make sense of his senseless dreams… Rhaegar wasn't aware how desperately he wanted those answers until he could finally have them. But, the very act of being able to receive them left him with more questions than ever as the initial burst of excitement faded. 

For months, visions of Paul...

Best of Intentions: In Too Deep (ch. 22)

Hot water flowed over me, washing off what felt like gallons of sweat, smoke, blood, and grime. The water had flowed black at my feet from the gunk that had gathered on me over the course of the single longest day in history, and it had long since cleared up. The hotel water pumps had plenty of water, and given that I was the only occupant, all that hot water was reserved for me. I could probably spend days in the steam-filled bathroom if I wanted. And I kinda wanted to. 

I hadn't ...

A Golden Path: Foundation 2.10 (ch. 19)

“Yes! Yes! Brandon- get them! Get them- yes!” Rickard heard his only daughter hiss with approval, and he found himself very grateful for the private booth that was arranged for the Wardens and Lord Paramounts. She was entirely transfixed by the conflict below, as his son and her brother were putting on quite the show. Rickard hadn't quite been sure what to expect from such a grand battle where eight sides fought for supremacy. 

Perhaps that the Melee would be ...

Turning the Kaleidoscope (Multicross: Dune)

“Prisoner. Kneel before me,” Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam instructed as I strode down the uncomfortably long and dimly lit hall leading to the basalt throne that she sat upon. The woman herself wore all black, with a veil over her face which only revealed sharp angles and a piercing gaze that watched every step that I took, and each one felt impossibly loud in the expansive room. The woman on top of the throne didn't twitch, nor did she blink as she watched me approach, climbing the...

The Good Life: The Fox (ch. 88)

Mel Medarda had come to the city of Piltover as a fifteen year old girl, banished from Noxus and her family because she wasn't the daughter that her mother wanted. She was a Fox, as her mother called her. One prone to actually thinking things through, utilizing diplomacy, and building up their economical foundations as a house with means other than outright conquest. She had arrived at the city with only a single ally, Elora, who had saved her life in the troubles surrounding her mot...

The Good Life: Consequences (ch. 88)

Pain. It drew Cinder out of her slumber slowly -- a dull, radiating ache that seemed to cover the entirety of her body and grew stronger and harder to ignore as she became aware of it. Time was a haze that had no meaning, and even as she awoke Cinder could feel sleep trying to reclaim her. It wasn't until an eye butterflied open that the spell was broken and she found herself awake looking up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Dull gray and tiled, while the air carried the scent of cleaning chemicals....

The Good Life: Freedom (ch. 87)

Prison wasn't that bad once you got used to it. The thought felt heretical compared to how she felt when she first arrived. The grime and mold covered concrete walls and floor with the iron bars over too small cells had felt suffocating. Maddening. She hadn't realized it then, but that was part of the process. The first months were spent gnawing at the bars to escape, the second was spent carving out a niche for yourself, and everything after that… 

Vi hadn't realized it, but she...

The Good Life: Creeping Sedition (ch. 86)

“You're alive?! You're alive!” Jayce erupted with joy the moment he saw me, crossing the distance between us and delivering a back breaking hug. That brought the others attention to us in the Council’s chamber. I patted Jayce on the back, my gaze bouncing between the others -- Heimerdinger was all but bouncing in his seat when he saw that I was okay. Mel, Cassandra, and Hoskel, however, had much more reserved reactions. Still pleased, of course, but reserved. 

“Barely,” I...

Legends Never Die: The Ripples of Change (ch. 121)

“Hjalmar. That means helmeted warrior, aye? So… where's your helmet?” It took every ounce of willpower and a quick prayer to the gods to stop Hjalmar’s eyes from rolling right out of his head. That, and the fact that he was already utterly exhausted. Sweat dripped into his eyes and down his face with seemingly every movement. His back and legs ached from yesterday's long day of hard labor which today’s labor had only made worse. 

“You’re hilarious. Really. Odin himsel...

Legends Never Die: Tide of Change (ch. 120)

I had decided on building a new capital from scratch early on in my plans to build an empire. The island of Sjaelland was perfectly located for that goal. There were two other locations that I had considered before settling on Sjaelland -- Gotland and Åland, both were more centralized in the heart of the Baltic, but I decided against them for practical reasons. 

First and foremost was the fact that my people needed to see the results of my promises, and they needed to see them rel...

Legends Never Die: An Oath Fulfilled (ch. 119)

The next month was a flurry of activity. The war had been won, and I was now the uncontested King of Denmark, but the truth of it was that becoming king was the easy part. The battle against Horrik was something that I had set in motion and prepared for long before I returned to the shores of my homeland. What I faced now was a very different kind of battle. 

It wasn't one that could so easily be settled with arms or words. It was a battle of influence. 

The majority of ...

Legends Never Die: Parental Love (ch. 118)

It didn’t feel real. Not really. Not even as a look of crushing defeat filled Horrik’s eyes as he understood all too well what this meant for him. A moment that he had been dreading as much as I had anticipated it for years by this point. His defeat was more real to him than it was to me, I think. And, as much as I would like to pretend that I didn’t know the reason why… I did. 

Three years in Rome. A year in Saxony and Norway. Four years of my life I had been preparing for...

A Golden Path: Foundation 2.11 (ch. 20)

Answers. At long last, they felt like they were in the cusp of his hand -- all he had to do was reach out and grab them. The questions that plagued him every waking hour of the day as he tried to make sense of his senseless dreams… Rhaegar wasn't aware how desperately he wanted those answers until he could finally have them. But, the very act of being able to receive them left him with more questions than ever as the initial burst of excitement faded. 

For months, visions of Paul...

Best of Intentions: In Too Deep (ch. 22)

Hot water flowed over me, washing off what felt like gallons of sweat, smoke, blood, and grime. The water had flowed black at my feet from the gunk that had gathered on me over the course of the single longest day in history, and it had long since cleared up. The hotel water pumps had plenty of water, and given that I was the only occupant, all that hot water was reserved for me. I could probably spend days in the steam-filled bathroom if I wanted. And I kinda wanted to. 

I hadn't ...

A Golden Path: Foundation 2.10 (ch. 19)

“Yes! Yes! Brandon- get them! Get them- yes!” Rickard heard his only daughter hiss with approval, and he found himself very grateful for the private booth that was arranged for the Wardens and Lord Paramounts. She was entirely transfixed by the conflict below, as his son and her brother were putting on quite the show. Rickard hadn't quite been sure what to expect from such a grand battle where eight sides fought for supremacy. 

Perhaps that the Melee would be ...

Best of Intentions: Enemy (ch. 21)

“Rude, please tell me you have an actual plan?” Jill asked, hating the pleading note in her voice. Fear crawled up her spine as she gazed up at the gigantic creature that seemed to still be pulling itself out of whatever hole it had crawled out of. Something like that… It wasn't something she could have imagined in the worst of her nightmares. 

She watched as a house sized claw hooked around a skyscraper, nearly effortlessly tearing the building down as Nemesis used ...

The Good Life: Consequences (ch. 87)

Pain. It drew Cinder out of her slumber slowly -- a dull, radiating ache that seemed to cover the entirety of her body and grew stronger and harder to ignore as she became aware of it. Time was a haze that had no meaning, and even as she awoke Cinder could feel sleep trying to reclaim her. It wasn't until an eye butterflied open that the spell was broken and she found herself awake looking up at an unfamiliar ceiling. Dull gray and tiled, while the air carried the scent of cleaning chemicals....

The Good Life: Freedom (ch. 87)

Prison wasn't that bad once you got used to it. The thought felt heretical compared to how she felt when she first arrived. The grime and mold covered concrete walls and floor with the iron bars over too small cells had felt suffocating. Maddening. She hadn't realized it then, but that was part of the process. The first months were spent gnawing at the bars to escape, the second was spent carving out a niche for yourself, and everything after that… 

Vi hadn't realized it, but she...

The Good Life: Creeping Sedition (ch. 85)

“You're alive?! You're alive!” Jayce erupted with joy the moment he saw me, crossing the distance between us and delivering a back breaking hug. That brought the others attention to us in the Council’s chamber. I patted Jayce on the back, my gaze bouncing between the others -- Heimerdinger was all but bouncing in his seat when he saw that I was okay. Mel, Cassandra, and Hoskel, however, had much more reserved reactions. Still pleased, of course, but reserved. 

“Barely,” I...

The Good Life: Foundations For The Future (ch. 85)

The Institute was in pretty rough shape. The synths were all slaughtered, but that was no real loss. While they had trashed the synth printer in the laboratory, I had my portable one back on Runeterra to work off of. But a solid third of its scientist population had been slaughtered in the synths revolutionary fury -- the once sterile white walls painted red with blood. The human body only had about five gallons, which wouldn't look that impressive if you dumped it into a bathtub. However, pa...

Legends Never Die: Tide of Change (ch. 120)

I had decided on building a new capital from scratch early on in my plans to build an empire. The island of Sjaelland was perfectly located for that goal. There were two other locations that I had considered before settling on Sjaelland -- Gotland and Åland, both were more centralized in the heart of the Baltic, but I decided against them for practical reasons. 

First and foremost was the fact that my people needed to see the results of my promises, and they needed to see them rel...

Legends Never Die: An Oath Fulfilled (ch. 119)

The next month was a flurry of activity. The war had been won, and I was now the uncontested King of Denmark, but the truth of it was that becoming king was the easy part. The battle against Horrik was something that I had set in motion and prepared for long before I returned to the shores of my homeland. What I faced now was a very different kind of battle. 

It wasn't one that could so easily be settled with arms or words. It was a battle of influence. 

The majority of ...

Legends Never Die: Parental Love (ch. 118)

It didn’t feel real. Not really. Not even as a look of crushing defeat filled Horrik’s eyes as he understood all too well what this meant for him. A moment that he had been dreading as much as I had anticipated it for years by this point. His defeat was more real to him than it was to me, I think. And, as much as I would like to pretend that I didn’t know the reason why… I did. 

Three years in Rome. A year in Saxony and Norway. Four years of my life I had been preparing for...

Legends Never Die: Know Thy Enemy (ch. 117)

During the past two weeks, I’d had my scouts searching for a battlefield that met my specifications -- flat open fields, ocean access, with a forest on the other flank. That, and it had to be within a day's march of Alabu. I desired the terrain to be to my advantage, but not so much so that Horrik would refuse to fight me. He would know how hard his men had been pushed, how angry and demoralized they were. His hand was being forced, but even he wouldn't take to a field where he felt defeat ...

Best of Intentions: In Too Deep (ch. 22)

Hot water flowed over me, washing off what felt like gallons of sweat, smoke, blood, and grime. The water had flowed black at my feet from the gunk that had gathered on me over the course of the single longest day in history, and it had long since cleared up. The hotel water pumps had plenty of water, and given that I was the only occupant, all that hot water was reserved for me. I could probably spend days in the steam-filled bathroom if I wanted. And I kinda wanted to. 

I hadn't ...