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The Good Life: Indulgence (ch. 57)

“Oh, you were keeping secrets~!” Yoruichi noted while Chel masterfully rolled her hips, biting her bottom lip seductively while Cinder ground her pussy against the palm of my hand. Robin reached up to the knot at the back of her neck and undid it, letting the cloth that barely covered her breasts fall away for a split second before I felt a hand fondling my balls.

Nora rolled her eyes, unsurprised by the direction the night was going. As far as I could tell, she had seen it as an e...

The Good Life: Vacation (ch. 56)

I wasn't entirely sure what I expected when I decided to go with the flow on this, but I had to say -- these people knew how to have a good time. I gazed out at the people singing, dancing, having an absolute blast as I was seated at a table overlooking the festivities. The table was made out of solid gold, as were the plates and cups.

So was most of my clothing. I traded out the environment gear for some local threads -- namely a skirt thing that fell to my ankles made out of red clot...

The Good Life: Introductions (ch. 55) (El Dorado Start)

“So, what's changed with this one?” I asked, looking at the new and improved Dias. The design was more compact with fewer rings while the portal itself was larger. It had been under construction for about a month and its home was the old Vault 111. It was for safety concerns, in the end -- the further we got away from this World Line, the weirder things would get, and there was no promise that we'd find friendlies on the other side.

So, the old hibernation tech was cleared out and ...

The Good Life: Fly Me to the Moon (ch. 54)

The next three months were spent mopping up, if I had to describe them. The resistance was pretty much crushed and decapitated after Nora surrendered. A lot of natives to the Wasteland chose to leave the Commonwealth after the Minutemen’s defeat, but most decided to stay. Integration was having its issues, I'm sure, but they were largely mitigated by the fact that Taylor had fully come into her own. She used her insects, and now her machines, to project her presence across the Commonwealth....

Legends Never Die: Migration (ch. 90)

I was going to have to build a forum, I realized. And rush construction for several of my other projects. I refused to be shamed by the Christians that would soon flood my town. I'm certain that they would find a way to complain about something, but I refused to allow their complaints to be rooted in anything except for their own prejudice. And, admittedly, I wanted to watch them choke on their insults when I made something clear -- that I had built a city equal to any that they had ever seen...

Legends Never Die: Revelations (ch. 89)

It was strange what a person could get used to, I mused as I once more sailed into the port of Constantinople. I made the trip once a month to visit the university, picking up materials or taking lessons from teachers that couldn't or wouldn't sail over to Crete. It had been more than a year since my arrival in the greatest city in the world, and now I found it…

Normal.

The awe that it inspired when I first saw it had waned. Then, I had been convinced that it was the perfect c...

Legends Never Die: Confession (ch. 88)

A meeting with the acting Empress wasn't something that could be demanded on a whim, even with the favor that I enjoyed. A letter of introduction had to be sent, Irene had to read it, and set a date for the meeting itself. It was a way to project power, I recognized. To those that she did not want to meet, she would set the meeting back months, or even years I had heard in some cases. The diplomats would be confined into small quarters so bare that a prisoner would take pity on them, with the...

Legends Never Die: Deals with the Devil (ch. 87)

Out of everyone that could have arrived on the ship, the very last people I expected it to be were Otto and Astolfo. I hadn't seen Otto since the revenge killings in Francia where I had helped him and some prisoners escape the coming slaughter. We didn't part on great terms, even if he was thankful for helping some Franks escape. The last I heard, he was part of King Charlemagne's court but I never heard specifics.

Astolfo was a bit different. We’d parted ways after the war ended, wh...

Time off for Birthday

It was up in the air whether I would need to take any time off for my birthday, but this morning I was informed that I had plans. And since it's been a few months since my last break, I figured I might as well take the week off.

So, there will be no updates between the 14th and the 21st.

Thank you for your understanding.

A Golden Path: First Steps 1.4 (ch. 4)

Things were progressing well, Rickard thought as he sat behind his desk, sorting through small piles of parchment ranging from letters to long lists. His overtures to the Mountain Clans progressed well. It had taken a month for his surveyors to report back on the stones, indicating what minerals and metals he could expect to find in the untapped mountain range.

The reports were promising -- primarily iron, copper, and unripened silver in terms of metals. Minerals were far more abundant...

Best of Intentions: Falling Leaves (ch. 7)

To summarize the situation in Raccoon City -- shit was fucked. Shit was fucked bad. It was honestly shocking how the city could go from a little fucked up to an unmitigated, ass-blasting shit show over the course of eight hours or so. The police, led by Raymond, had managed to evacuate a large swath around central station, but everything beyond the immediate block?

Pure, uncontrolled, absolute chaos. Yet, at the very same time, there were people going about their day. They walked along...

A Golden Path: First Steps 1.3 (ch. 3)

Jaehaerys Targaryen, for all of his considerable faults, did know how to bind the Seven Kingdoms together. Aegon the Conqueror knew how to take them, but Jaehaerys united them. In the case of the North, he stole the New Gift and made them more reliant on southern grain. However, not all of it had been the stick. Jaehaerys also gifted fine maps to all of the Lord Paramounts and Wardens, showing all of Westeros as a single unified whole. It had also been a declaration of intent because Dorne wa...

Best of Intentions: How Far We've Come (ch. 6)

Despite it all, I did manage to snag a long rest. Cure Wounds did nothing to deal with my mental exhaustion, and after the day that we just had, I was utterly spent. I actually felt a bit bad about it when I realized I more or less passed all responsibility over to Jill and the others just so I could catch some z's. You would think that with everything I had to worry about, I would have some trouble sleeping. But no, that was not the case. I slept like a baby and woke up feeling refreshed as ...

The Good Life: Vacation (ch. 56)

I wasn't entirely sure what I expected when I decided to go with the flow on this, but I had to say -- these people knew how to have a good time. I gazed out at the people singing, dancing, having an absolute blast as I was seated at a table overlooking the festivities. The table was made out of solid gold, as were the plates and cups.

So was most of my clothing. I traded out the environment gear for some local threads -- namely a skirt thing that fell to my ankles made out of red clot...

The Good Life: Introductions (ch. 55) (El Dorado Start)

“So, what's changed with this one?” I asked, looking at the new and improved Dias. The design was more compact with fewer rings while the portal itself was larger. It had been under construction for about a month and its home was the old Vault 111. It was for safety concerns, in the end -- the further we got away from this World Line, the weirder things would get, and there was no promise that we'd find friendlies on the other side.

So, the old hibernation tech was cleared out and ...

The Good Life: Fly Me to the Moon (ch. 54)

The next three months were spent mopping up, if I had to describe them. The resistance was pretty much crushed and decapitated after Nora surrendered. A lot of natives to the Wasteland chose to leave the Commonwealth after the Minutemen’s defeat, but most decided to stay. Integration was having its issues, I'm sure, but they were largely mitigated by the fact that Taylor had fully come into her own. She used her insects, and now her machines, to project her presence across the Commonwealth....

The Good Life: City of the Dead (ch. 53)

The battle began in earnest after her declaration and it was then that something became very apparent. For a month, Taylor had been preparing to conquer the Wasteland. She had her queen ants overworking themselves to create an army large enough to accomplish whatever task she set her mind to. Whatever task that might be, because it felt like it had slowly changed as time went by.

What became apparent was the Mechanist wasn't preparing to fight Law or Cinder. He had been preparing to de...

Legends Never Die: Revelations (ch. 89)

It was strange what a person could get used to, I mused as I once more sailed into the port of Constantinople. I made the trip once a month to visit the university, picking up materials or taking lessons from teachers that couldn't or wouldn't sail over to Crete. It had been more than a year since my arrival in the greatest city in the world, and now I found it…

Normal.

The awe that it inspired when I first saw it had waned. Then, I had been convinced that it was the perfect c...

Legends Never Die: Confession (ch. 88)

A meeting with the acting Empress wasn't something that could be demanded on a whim, even with the favor that I enjoyed. A letter of introduction had to be sent, Irene had to read it, and set a date for the meeting itself. It was a way to project power, I recognized. To those that she did not want to meet, she would set the meeting back months, or even years I had heard in some cases. The diplomats would be confined into small quarters so bare that a prisoner would take pity on them, with the...

Legends Never Die: Deals with the Devil (ch. 87)

Out of everyone that could have arrived on the ship, the very last people I expected it to be were Otto and Astolfo. I hadn't seen Otto since the revenge killings in Francia where I had helped him and some prisoners escape the coming slaughter. We didn't part on great terms, even if he was thankful for helping some Franks escape. The last I heard, he was part of King Charlemagne's court but I never heard specifics.

Astolfo was a bit different. We’d parted ways after the war ended, wh...

Legends Never Die: The Start of Something New (ch. 86)

Six months could pass deceptively quickly, I discovered. It felt like nothing more than a blink of an eye looking back at the months that went by, but at the same time, so much happened during that time. Winter once again came and went with barely any notice except for the celebrations of my people. It didn't even get cold enough to put a true chill in the air. During this time, all of my projects had taken massive strides towards completion.

Norlands prosperity had only increased. As...

Best of Intentions: Falling Leaves (ch. 7)

To summarize the situation in Raccoon City -- shit was fucked. Shit was fucked bad. It was honestly shocking how the city could go from a little fucked up to an unmitigated, ass-blasting shit show over the course of eight hours or so. The police, led by Raymond, had managed to evacuate a large swath around central station, but everything beyond the immediate block?

Pure, uncontrolled, absolute chaos. Yet, at the very same time, there were people going about their day. They walked along...

A Golden Path: First Steps 1.3 (ch. 3)

Jaehaerys Targaryen, for all of his considerable faults, did know how to bind the Seven Kingdoms together. Aegon the Conqueror knew how to take them, but Jaehaerys united them. In the case of the North, he stole the New Gift and made them more reliant on southern grain. However, not all of it had been the stick. Jaehaerys also gifted fine maps to all of the Lord Paramounts and Wardens, showing all of Westeros as a single unified whole. It had also been a declaration of intent because Dorne wa...

Best of Intentions: How Far We've Come (ch. 6)

Despite it all, I did manage to snag a long rest. Cure Wounds did nothing to deal with my mental exhaustion, and after the day that we just had, I was utterly spent. I actually felt a bit bad about it when I realized I more or less passed all responsibility over to Jill and the others just so I could catch some z's. You would think that with everything I had to worry about, I would have some trouble sleeping. But no, that was not the case. I slept like a baby and woke up feeling refreshed as ...

A Golden Path: First Steps 1.2 (ch. 2)

“I mislike this,” Mance Rayder muttered, his breath coming out as a cloud of fog. The snows had receded, making it possible to travel beyond the Wall, but the cutting chill in the air was still there. He leaned against the cold stone of Castle Black, dressed in the dark cloth of the closest thing he ever had to a family. He was raised by the Watch, saved as a babe, and when he became a man he swore the oath.

Which always made it odd to him when he saw men wearing colors other than ...

The Good Life: Introductions (ch. 55) (El Dorado Start)

“So, what's changed with this one?” I asked, looking at the new and improved Dias. The design was more compact with fewer rings while the portal itself was larger. It had been under construction for about a month and its home was the old Vault 111. It was for safety concerns, in the end -- the further we got away from this World Line, the weirder things would get, and there was no promise that we'd find friendlies on the other side.

So, the old hibernation tech was cleared out and ...

The Good Life: Fly Me to the Moon (ch. 54)

The next three months were spent mopping up, if I had to describe them. The resistance was pretty much crushed and decapitated after Nora surrendered. A lot of natives to the Wasteland chose to leave the Commonwealth after the Minutemen’s defeat, but most decided to stay. Integration was having its issues, I'm sure, but they were largely mitigated by the fact that Taylor had fully come into her own. She used her insects, and now her machines, to project her presence across the Commonwealth....

The Good Life: City of the Dead (ch. 53)

The battle began in earnest after her declaration and it was then that something became very apparent. For a month, Taylor had been preparing to conquer the Wasteland. She had her queen ants overworking themselves to create an army large enough to accomplish whatever task she set her mind to. Whatever task that might be, because it felt like it had slowly changed as time went by.

What became apparent was the Mechanist wasn't preparing to fight Law or Cinder. He had been preparing to de...

The Good Life: Anything Goes (ch. 52)

Taylor had absolutely no idea what she was doing. She thought she did. All the way up to that first kiss, she had a plan. She would impress Law, work her way up to a position of power and influence, and from there she would dismantle Law's organization from the inside. Only things weren't as simple as they had seemed.

Law was trying to save millions of lives. Everything he did, all the evils he committed, all of it was for the greater good. He wasn't a hero, Taylor knew, but he wasn't ...

Legends Never Die: Confession (ch. 88)

A meeting with the acting Empress wasn't something that could be commanded on a whim, even with the favor that I enjoyed. A letter of introduction had to be sent, Irene had to read it, and set a date for the meeting itself. It was a way to project power, I recognized. To those that she did not want to meet, she would set the meeting back months, or even years I had heard in some cases. The diplomats would be confined into small quarters so bare that a prisoner would take pity on them, with th...