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Legends Never Die: Give and Take (ch. 143)

“If you're looking for a ransom, I'm afraid you'll have to look elsewhere. These beasts are more likely to pay you to kill me than they would for my release,” Hjalmar remarked, swallowing a lump in his throat while the name scratched at something in the back of his mind. Otto. He knew that name. But from where? 

“It is not gold that I seek, but something infinitely more precious. Life,” Otto answered, and the more Hjalmar looked at the man, the worse he seemed. The bruising...

Legends Never Die: The Eternal City (ch. 142)

The Romans weren't oblivious to their approach. Rome itself wasn't located on the coast, though it was close. Hjalmar was sure that Charlemagne or Irene would have at least a few spies scattered about the islands to keep informed of Hoffer's comings and goings. Hoffer had moved quickly, but gathering up an army fifty thousand strong took time. And while they immediately set out after the proclamation, the Romans had prepared for the worst. 

They arrived onshore, securing a beach he...

Legends Never Die: Rome (ch. 141)

Four years. It was strange to think about at times, but it had been seven years since he decided to take his chance to make a fortune in the military. Three years for the grand conquest that forged an empire. And it really spoke to how ridiculous of a feat that was because the four years spent in the Mediterranean had only been a fraction as successful. 

For some, at least. 

Hjalmar slammed a cup full of dice on the table, already knowing which sides would be facing up a...

New Story Poll

Best of Intentions has concluded, and now it is time to choose a new story to take its place in the rotation. There are quite a few possibilities to choose from, as the Idea-Pile has gotten pretty big over the past year, to the point that I can't fit all of them in a single poll, so I've narrowed things down to the top ten, which feel like they have the most potential.

However, there will be a small change to this poll compared to prior polls -- I will select the winner from the top th...

Best of Intentions: Fly Me to the Moon (ch. 34) (Complete)

“Dear people of Earth,” I began, resisting the urge to adjust my glasses while I looked at a tennis ball with a smiley face drawn on it above the camera I was speaking to. “My name is Rudeus Rain, but everyone just calls me Rude. Some of you might be familiar with me due to my actions during the Raccoon City ‘Incident’, but most of you probably have no clue who I am or why I'm speaking to you by hijacking every TV and radio station in the world. It is, in small part, because global ...

A Golden Path: Design 3.8 (ch. 31)

Salladhor Saan sipped a fine vintage, seated in the cabin of his flagship, the Valyrian, gazing out towards the Bloodstone through a stained glass window. Robert Baratheon, Heir to the Stormlands and son of the Westerosi Hand of the King, proved that he was more than just a boy coasting off his father's name. Taking the Bloodstone had been a shock for the masters and merchants of Essos, and the spark that saw to it that they treated this ‘island dispute’ with utmost seriousness.<...

Best of Intentions: The Final Countdown (ch. 33)

A sense of serenity filled me in the span of a breath just before the battle began in earnest. This was a moment that had been five years in the making. Five long years of playing whack-a-mole with narcissistic bio-terrorists, of dedicating myself to the task of uprooting them entirely. But, at long last, my enemies were directly before me, and we were having what would be our final confrontation. 

The details were different from what I had expected. Oswell turning himself into a m...

A Golden Path: Design 3.7 (ch. 30)

It was strange what caught your attention when one was fighting for their lives, Rhaegar noted, his blade slick with blood, his armor caked in mud, and the sounds of screaming echoing out all around him. He had taken a blow on the arm at the elbow, and one of the chain links seemed to have broken with one link poking through his gambeson and pinching his skin. He was aware of the frigid wetness in his boots, and how his toes were cold. He also latched onto the sound of whistles through the ai...

The Good Life: Raising Hell (ch. 110)

“Scalpel,” I intoned, appearing behind Yamato after she sent Sephiroth flying through a number of buildings with haki cackling around her and a roar spilling from her lips. Even before I said a word, she was reacting, a burning hatred in her eyes that was too intense to be anything less than personal. Yet, I hadn't slacked in my training this past decade. While pushing my limits was thoroughly out of the equation, refining what I was already capable of was the natural path for my progress...

The Good Life: Bad Blood (ch. 109)

“I should be out there,” Zack muttered to himself, a foot bouncing as he watched a video feed of the monster- the WEAPON breaching the water and attacking Junon. The city was nearly destroyed just by the tidal wave that its arrival brought, and from the drone footage he saw someone using an Ice Materia to do what they could to stop it. 

A sense of uselessness overcame him as he could almost hear the response that should have been there. ‘You’re needed here,’ or ‘We have...

The Good Life: Kaiju Fights (ch. 108)

I was a thirty year old man, and wisdom came with age. I wasn't the eighteen year old boy I once was, shaking his fist at an unfair world, angry and disappointed that it didn't live up to my expectations. I had spent a year cultivating a fight that saw the destruction of my world in nuclear hellfire, another year in an entirely separate post nuclear apocalypse hellhole, and then another year playing a subtle game of influence and leverage in a world full of magic. There was the odd month here...

Legends Never Die: Give and Take (ch. 143)

“If you're looking for a ransom, I'm afraid you'll have to look elsewhere. These beasts are more likely to pay you to kill me than they would for my release,” Hjalmar remarked, swallowing a lump in his throat while the name scratched at something in the back of his mind. Otto. He knew that name. But from where? 

“It is not gold that I seek, but something infinitely more precious. Life,” Otto answered, and the more Hjalmar looked at the man, the worse he seemed. The bruising...

Legends Never Die: The Eternal City (ch. 142)

The Romans weren't oblivious to their approach. Rome itself wasn't located on the coast, though it was close. Hjalmar was sure that Charlemagne or Irene would have at least a few spies scattered about the islands to keep informed of Hoffer's comings and goings. Hoffer had moved quickly, but gathering up an army fifty thousand strong took time. And while they immediately set out after the proclamation, the Romans had prepared for the worst. 

They arrived onshore, securing a beach he...

Legends Never Die: Rome (ch. 141)

Four years. It was strange to think about at times, but it had been seven years since he decided to take his chance to make a fortune in the military. Three years for the grand conquest that forged an empire. And it really spoke to how ridiculous of a feat that was because the four years spent in the Mediterranean had only been a fraction as successful. 

For some, at least. 

Hjalmar slammed a cup full of dice on the table, already knowing which sides would be facing up a...

Legends Never Die: Days Gone By (ch. 140)

Another year came and went, marked by the birth of my third daughter, Zahra. Her siblings welcomed her into the world, proving very protective of their newest sibling, as did the realm. It was the second year of my reign over all of Scandinavia, and things had begun to settle, to a degree. Though some things, not so much. 

The Khazar threat was nullified with a timely death, splintering the horde as they fought for supremacy over their rivals. I imagined that the Romans were quite ...

A Golden Path: Design 3.8 (ch. 31)

Salladhor Saan sipped a fine vintage, seated in the cabin of his flagship, the Valyrian, gazing out towards the Bloodstone through a stained glass window. Robert Baratheon, Heir to the Stormlands and son of the Westerosi Hand of the King, proved that he was more than just a boy coasting off his father's name. Taking the Bloodstone had been a shock for the masters and merchants of Essos, and the spark that saw to it that they treated this ‘island dispute’ with utmost seriousness.<...

Best of Intentions: The Final Countdown (ch. 33)

A sense of serenity filled me in the span of a breath before the battle began in earnest. It was a moment that was five years in the making. Five long years of playing whack-a-mole with narcissistic bio-terrorists and dedicating myself to the task of uprooting them entirely. But, at long last, my enemies were directly before me, and we were having what would be our final confrontation. 

The details were different from what I had expected. Oswell turning himself into a mold person w...

A Golden Path: Design 3.7 (ch. 30)

It was strange what caught your attention when one was fighting for their lives, Rhaegar noted, his blade slick with blood, his armor caked in mud, and the sounds of screaming echoing out all around him. He had taken a blow on the arm at the elbow, and one of the chain links seemed to have broken with one link poking through his gambeson and pinching his skin. He was aware of the frigid wetness in his boots, and how his toes were cold. He also latched onto the sound of whistles through the ai...

Best of Intentions: The Monster You Created (ch. 32)

The old Simulacurum trick. The favorite bait and switch of upper class wizards, as the spell was almost designed around the idea of sending a copy of yourself into the waiting arms of a blatant trap to see what happened when it was sprung. And, in this case, it allowed me to pick up quite a bit of information. 

Firstly, it lured them into a false sense of security as they led us right to their super secret base in Romania where I could observe them without detection. Secondly, it a...

The Good Life: Raising Hell (ch. 110)

“Scalpel,” I intoned, appearing behind Yamato after she sent Sephiroth flying through a number of buildings with haki cackling around her and a roar spilling from her lips. Even before I said a word, she was reacting, a burning hatred in her eyes that was too intense to be anything less than personal. Yet, I hadn't slacked in my training this past decade. While pushing my limits was thoroughly out of the equation, refining what I was already capable of was the natural path for my progress...

The Good Life: Bad Blood (ch. 109)

“I should be out there,” Zack muttered to himself, a foot bouncing as he watched a video feed of the monster- the WEAPON breaching the water and attacking Junon. The city was nearly destroyed just by the tidal wave that its arrival brought, and from the drone footage he saw someone using an Ice Materia to do what they could to stop it. 

A sense of uselessness overcame him as he could almost hear the response that should have been there. ‘You’re needed here,’ or ‘We have...

The Good Life: Kaiju Fights (ch. 108)

I was a thirty year old man, and wisdom came with age. I wasn't the eighteen year old boy I once was, shaking his fist at an unfair world, angry and disappointed that it didn't live up to my expectations. I had spent a year cultivating a fight that saw the destruction of my world in nuclear hellfire, another year in an entirely separate post nuclear apocalypse hellhole, and then another year playing a subtle game of influence and leverage in a world full of magic. There was the odd month here...

The Good Life: Hello and Goodbye (ch. 107)

“Don't be so shy, Tifa,” I said as Tifa sank along my cock, burying every inch of it into the depths of her slick embrace. She audibly swallowed a low moan when my cockhead rested at the door to her womb, with the walls of her pussy twitching around my length. “It's hardly like Cloud will learn about this.”

The remark had the intended effect as her pussy squeezed down hard enough that I would have bruised before I took the serum. There was a flicker of horror in her reddish ambe...

Legends Never Die: The Eternal City (ch. 142)

The Romans weren't oblivious to their approach. Rome itself wasn't located on the coast, though it was close. Hjalmar was sure that Charlemagne or Irene would have at least a few spies scattered about the islands to keep informed of Hoffer's comings and goings. Hoffer had moved quickly, but gathering up an army fifty thousand strong took time. And while they immediately set out after the proclamation, the Romans had prepared for the worst. 

They arrived onshore, securing a beach he...

Legends Never Die: Rome (ch. 141)

Four years. It was strange to think about at times, but it had been seven years since he decided to take his chance to make a fortune in the military. Three years for the grand conquest that forged an empire. And it really spoke to how ridiculous of a feat that was because the four years spent in the Mediterranean had only been a fraction as successful. 

For some, at least. 

Hjalmar slammed a cup full of dice on the table, already knowing which sides would be facing up a...

Legends Never Die: Days Gone By (ch. 140)

Another year came and went, marked by the birth of my third daughter, Zahra. Her siblings welcomed her into the world, proving very protective of their newest sibling, as did the realm. It was the second year of my reign over all of Scandinavia, and things had begun to settle, to a degree. Though some things, not so much. 

The Khazar threat was nullified with a timely death, splintering the horde as they fought for supremacy over their rivals. I imagined that the Romans were quite ...

Legends Never Die: Pawns on the Board (ch. 139)

The Council had gathered, the debate had begun, and what a web of intrigue Morrigan saw from above. Threads connected to everyone in the grand hall -- those who were allies, those who had accepted bribes, those who feigned friendship even as they reached for a dagger to stab the other in the back… for a moment, it was as if she were in Constantinople all over again. 

Siegfried had learned to disdain politics in that ancient empire, but he had also learned a thing or three about i...

Best of Intentions: The Final Countdown (ch. 33)

A sense of serenity filled me in the span of a breath before the battle began in earnest. It was a moment that was five years in the making. Five long years of playing whack-a-mole with narcissistic bio-terrorists and dedicating myself to the task of uprooting them entirely. But, at long last, my enemies were directly before me, and we were having what would be our final confrontation. 

The details were different from what I had expected. Oswell turning himself into a mold person w...

A Golden Path: Design 3.7 (ch. 30)

It was strange what caught your attention when one was fighting for their lives, Rhaegar noted, his blade slick with blood, his armor caked in mud, and the sounds of screaming echoing out all around him. He had taken a blow on the arm at the elbow, and one of the chain links seemed to have broken with one link poking through his gambeson and pinching his skin. He was aware of the frigid wetness in his boots, and how his toes were cold. He also latched onto the sound of whistles through the ai...

Best of Intentions: The Monster You Created (ch. 32)

The old Simulacurum trick. The favorite bait and switch of the upper class wizards, as the spell was almost designed around the idea of sending a copy of yourself into the waiting arms of a blatant trap to see what happened when it was sprung. And, in this case, it allowed me to pick up various amounts of information. 

Firstly, it lured them into a false sense of security as they led us right to their super secret base in Romania and observe them without detection. Secondly, it all...