E. Patrick Lacerna, aka Random Mudkip, The Woodsman, Velvet Canopy

B3: Chapter 10: The Central Hellzone

Chapter 10: The Central Hellzone The final leg of our journey through the Shorkath Mountains took another full month. Each day brought new

Chapter 10: The Central Hellzone

The final leg of our journey through the Shorkath Mountains took another full month. Each day brought new challenges: treacherous ice fields, narrow passes where we had to edge sideways along cliff faces, nights when the temperature dropped so low that even Arctur's reptilian resilience was tested. I sp...

B3: Chapter 9: The Desperate Deserters

Chapter 9: The Desperate Deserters For three more days, we traversed the mountain paths, our progress slowing as weather conditions deterio

Chapter 9: The Desperate Deserters

For three more days, we traversed the mountain paths, our progress slowing as weather conditions deteriorated. By the fourth morning, a full blizzard had descended upon us, transforming the world into a howling white void.

We need shelter, I stated, my tendrils retracting beneath my cl...

Art: Battle Mantles

Angelic Battle Mantles. Models Matthew 1810, Daniel 622, and Revelation 228-9.

Chapter 2, Choice 3

Finally, what is Angel 1's name?

• Michaelle, the Stalwart.

• Gabrael, the Avenger.

• Yurael, the Wise.

• Lucifel, the Redeemed.

Chapter 2, Choice 2

Battle Mantles are a formidable weapon in the Angels' arsenal. What model is Angel 1's Battle Mantle?

• Matthew 1810: This Mantle is a guardian-type that excels at defense. It is armed with a giant helic lance as well as a tower shield for maximum protection.

• Daniel 622: This is an attack-type Mantle with strong offensive capabilities. It is armed with a mace and a holy beam rifle. It is extremely fast and maneuverable.

• Revelation 228-9: A command-typ...

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Chapter 2, Choice 1

The Celestial Choir of Angels has arrived to exact vengeance upon the people of Ghamorr. Each Angel belongs to a seat in the choir. What is Angel 1's seat?

• Seraphim: The Seraph belong to the highest seat of the Celestial Choir. They are the leaders of the Angels. They are highly intelligent and have extremely tactical minds. Although their bodies are weaker than other Angels, their Halo generation is extremely powerful.

• Cherubim: The Cherubs are a middle seat of t...

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Chapter 2: Angel Fall (choice)

Chapter 2: Angel Fall (choice)

Through Ghamorr's turbulent atmosphere, Angel 1 plummeted in her Battle Mantle, a comet of righteous fury. The twelve-story construct of Quantum White caught fire as it tore through the upper atmosphere, blank stone eyes blazing through the inferno that engulfed its form.

The flames subsided as she broke through the cloud layer, revealing the darkened continent below. Cities lay in shadow, their power grids destroyed during the initial assau...

Chapter 1: The Angels' Wrath

Chapter 1: The Angels' Wrath

Thousands of warships hung in the inky void around Ghamorr, a fragile constellation of metal and fear. Battleships with their massive gun arrays pointed outward like accusing fingers. Fighter carriers, their bellies swollen with squadrons ready for a final, futile sortie. Destroyers and cruisers clustered in defensive formations, steel shields before a blue jewel.

They were the last. The final armada. The remaining military might of a civiliza...

New Story: Angel Fall

I've decided to write a new story. This one will be an interactive science fiction story titled "Angel Fall." Patrons will be able to vote on various aspects of the story, and through their input influence the events of the story that take place. Democratic storytelling at its finest!

I'll give a few days for votes to tally before writing the update. Have fun and please vote on the outcome!

B3: Chapter 8: Reaching the Mountains

Chapter 8: Reaching the Mountains I reached the foothills of the Shorkath Mountains as twilight painted the sky in deepening shades of purp

Chapter 8: Reaching the Mountains

I reached the foothills of the Shorkath Mountains as twilight painted the sky in deepening shades of purple. My war frame had maintained maximum velocity for hours, hydraulics whirring and mana conduits pulsing as I carried Arctur through Lathan's blighted landscape.

The undead posed minimal thr...

B3: Chapter 7: God of Knowledge

Chapter 7: God of Knowledge

Chosun's posture shifted from reverence to defiance, his jaw clenching as he stared at the god.

"What are you doing here, Lord Vardin?" he demanded, voice rough with barely contained fury.

Vardin tilted his head slightly, his golden eyes reflecting no emotion. "I was about to ask you the same question, Chosun the Mighty. What exactly do you think you and your men are doing in this forgotten place?"

"Exacting justice," Chosun replied...

B3: Chapter 6: Battle of Legends

Chapter 6: Battle of Legends

My Mind Sight swept across the terrain, cataloging every opponent with cold precision. Thirty elite warriors formed a shrinking circle around us, weapons drawn and spells readied. They moved with the coordinated efficiency of a well-trained unit; veterans all, their levels ranging from competent to formidable.

But none compared to Chosun.

The Black Knight stood a head taller than his subordinates, his dark armor absorbing the morning lig...

B3: Chapter 5: The Dead God

Chapter 5: The Dead God

The "museum" loomed before us, its weathered stone facade bearing the unmistakable architectural hallmarks of military construction. It featured thick walls as well as narrow windows positioned for defense rather than view. This had indeed been a garrison barracks once.

I deployed two scout spiders ahead as we approached the entrance, their sensory data revealing a cavernous interior with minimal heat signatures. Just one person waited inside.

B3: Chapter 4: The Cursed Land

Chapter 4: The Cursed Land

The seasons changed as we journeyed southward, following Arctur's lead through increasingly dense woodland. Weeks stretched into months, our progress slow but steady. Summer heat gave way to autumn's cooler embrace, leaves turning golden before falling to carpet the forest floor.

How much further? I asked one evening as we made camp beneath an ancient oak.

"We've covered roughly half the distance," Arctur replied, stoking our smal...

Art: Poster and Wallpapers

Here's some wallpapers for those who want a little more Primordial horror on their desktops. Sizes are 1080p, 1440p, and 4k. If you want any more resolutions, just ask in the comments and I'll work one up for you.

Art: Traveling Attire

Just some art of the protagonist wearing the widow traveling attire over its war frame.

B3: Chapter 3: Through the Woods

Chapter 3: Through the Woods

We left the cabin behind at dawn, the structure shrinking into the wilderness as we ventured deeper into the forest. My tendrils adjusted seamlessly to the uneven terrain, occasionally acting as braces to steady me against tree trunks when necessary. Arctur led our small procession, his scaled form weaving confidently between the dense vegetation. Casper brought up the rear, his experienced eyes scanning constantly for threats.

The morning dew...

B3: Chapter 2: An Unannounced Guest

Chapter 2: An Unannounced Guest

Three days passed in a blur of focused work. I barely registered the passing of time as I hunched over the damaged war frame, hands moving with precision that belied their delicate appearance. The cabin filled with the metallic sounds of grinding and tapping, as well as the occasional welding hisses when I applied focused heat through Assembly.

The interior components had suffered extensive damage. I extracted the hydraulic system first, sp...

B3: Chapter 1: On the Road

Chapter 1: On the Road

The road stretched before us like a pale ribbon cutting through the dry, desolate landscape. Casper walked ahead, his greatsword strapped to his back, while I followed in my humanoid frame. Its auric steel structure and porcelain plating, though looking fragile, was remarkably durable. The black dress and veil of my widow disguise covered the frame entirely, its edges fluttering in the gentle breeze as we maintained a steady pace eastward on the main high...

B3: Loss of Unity

Loss of Unity

I stared across the room at my fellow gods, all of them sending accusing glares in my direction. The air in our sacred chamber crackled with tension. The council of the Holy Twelve, now eleven, gathered in emergency after Kaldos's demise.

"You told us this Primordial was not a threat," Ayen's singular eye fixed upon me, pulsating with magical energy. Her silver hair writhed like serpents around her head. "Yet now one of our own lies dead, his Mantle passed t...

Art: Vardiel

Some art of the protagonist.

Art: Widow

Old art of the protagonist in its war frame.

Art: No Eyes

Just some old art of the protagonist in its first body.

B2: Chapter 76: My Graduation

Chapter 76: My Graduation

The next few hours passed by in a blur of preparation. I moved methodically through my workshop, gathering materials and components for the journey ahead. The remains of my war frame, twisted and broken from the battle with Kaldos, needed careful packing. Each auric steel component represented hours of crafting, irreplaceable outside these walls. I would need to repair it during our travels; having a combat-ready chassis might mean the difference betwe...

B2: Chapter 75: Final Day

Chapter 75: Final Day

My friends clustered at the Academy gates, faces etched with concern. The moonlight cast long shadows across the courtyard as they rushed forward, forming a protective circle around me and my burden.

"Vardiel!" Annes's eyes widened at the sight of Harke's limp form in my arms. Blood had soaked through his tattered clothing, his face barely recognizable beneath bruises and dried blood. "How is he?"

Bad shape, I replied, my mental voice ...

B2: Chapter 74: The Rescue

Chapter 74: The Rescue

My friends erupted in protest as I moved toward the exit.

"You can't seriously be going alone," Annes blocked my path, arms crossed. Her face had that stubborn set I'd come to recognize during our training sessions.

Genta appeared at her side. "We're coming with you. We've fought together in the Hellzone. We killed a Void Stalker together!"

That was different, I transmitted, carefully stepping around them. I appreciate your ...