I wake up in the dirt once again. Panic seizes my heart, then fatalism freezes it.
The exhilaration of unleashing devastation upon our pursuers has now faded. It has been replaced by a terrible sense of impending doom. The Knights are too good and too well motivated for us to escape, and they were on our heels up until an hour before dawn. I managed to hide myself and the others underground, but I know that it is only a temporary solution. With carriages at their disposal, the Knight ca...
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For the first time in my second life, I wake up in absolute panic. I cannot move, I cannot see. The presence of the sun weighs on my mind like a yoke. A deafening silence assails me and deprives me of even a limpet of information. I believe that my time has come. I shall be stuck in limbo for all of eternity, finally punished for the murders and the greed and pursuing naughty activities with Torran.
It takes me far too much time to realize that it is, in fact, a normal and predictable s...
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The sun has set for an hour and I am giving the finishing touches to what will be the most devastating explosive device this world has ever seen. I used the sarcophagus as a base, its isolating protective spells enough to protect it against all but the most determined assaults. Unfortunately, the lid needs to be opened to start the countdown but I deem it a necessary precaution.
For a primer, I have a simple yet sturdy contraption based around a clock and a generous amount of mercury fu...
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We run and we keep running until we reach the camp. Our retreat is made in silence as we spend all our attention searching the earth and sky for danger. No cloud of death descends upon us, nor do the stones beneath our feet rise up, but after seeing what we stand against, I can no longer dismiss the possibility as too outlandish.
We did not truly stop at the camp so much as take it with us. It only takes ten minutes for the twitchy mortals to pack up their wagons with our help, and we o...
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I readjust the peasant’s garb and swear under my breath for what must be the sixteenth time tonight. The dress is nice enough, I suppose, with a white shirt and a small red skirt over a larger blue one that reaches my ankles. Unfortunately, it barely fits. The shirt is so large that I could fit two Arianes in there. The second skirt is just a little too short and my heavy boots peek from under the azure fabric. Were it not for them, I would be showing my ankles and thus die of embarrassment...
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“Join up with the local visiting lady and investigate a string of disappearances,” Phineas summarizes as we step down from the train. “It looks straightforward enough. What if a group of bandits is to blame? Do we pass the test anyway?”
“First,” I reply, “a lady would not move for a group of bandits. Second, I have a strong feeling about this mission.”
“Your intuition again?”
“My intuition told me to move...
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Still contains typos sry
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A frigid wind blows on the dead mountain, raising powdery white ice into the air.
Cadiz essence for focus, Natalis and werewolf for strength. I draw on them in my relentless assault against Svyatoslav as he parries and dodges backward. He flows around in a liquid manner that frustrates me to no end, avoiding strikes by a hair. There are so many things to focus on. Roland essence to keep going. I use and release as needed.
My attention falters and Svyatoslav pounces. His blade rake...
2021-07-15 15:28:57 +0000 UTC
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Chonk.
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Krakow is burning.
I wish I could have seen the city before the mob and before the persecution. Even now, the Saint Mary’s Basilica rises from the ashes around it, clad in its late Gothic glory. Ochre stone offers a counterpoint to the blood-stained snow and its many tiny windows seem to peer at the two pyres beneath. The stench of fear, offal and roasted meat saturates the air of the main market square. A few stalls lay crushed to the side.
Behind us, the convoy moves. The feet...
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Oops sorry about the failed upload.
2021-07-05 10:21:19 +0000 UTC
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Same here, edited and corrected.
2021-07-05 02:45:37 +0000 UTC
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Those chapters have been proofread and edited, I'd recommend reading those instead of the independent chapters.
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Vampire ‘physiology’
The different stages of vampire life.
Vampires are made by a sire ranked at master or above. A mortal is drained of blood and fed concentrated essence (in blood form) over three days, following which they die and are reborn as vampires. The process is punishing for both parties and cannot be reversed for the mortal. The mortal enters a state of suspended life where they can survive devastating bodily harm but if it stops, they die.
O...
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Russian winter has descended upon the Ural. The cold, crisp air carries no hint of human presence. No soot, no smoke, no persistent stench of sweat and refuse. Only the vague taste of slumbering sap floats under the snow-covered boughs. At night, nothing moves, nothing but diamond powder caressed by the wind. The landscape is one of death and eternal silence, and it is on that perfect canvas that we battle.
Team Willow runs through the valley, fast and silent. Little wafts of pure darkn...
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Contains typos, sry.
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Journal of Peter Seminov
Last night, I dreamed of rope. I felt the harsh caress of woven hemp around my neck and every wood grain of the barrel under my naked feet with unnatural intensity. The recollection was so vivid that I woke up in a jolt, drenched in my own sweat at some ungodly hour. Only when dawn came did I realize the cause of my anguish.
It has been five years since my peculiar proclivities have seen me banished from Guildford in shame, reputation ruined and social cre...
2021-06-23 18:00:34 +0000 UTC
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Two things to announce.
First, we have a new tier available for those who want Bob but not Journey.
Second, there will be a renaming of the different level of skills for Bob, but it doesn't change anything. It's just to harmonize them across the story and make things clearer. I'll probably go for novice then apprentice then intermediate then master and then pretentious words.
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I slap Octave’s blade aside before it can bury itself in my breast, counter-attacking immediately. Our swords click against each other, whistling through the air. We step back and forth and to the side in a lethal dance. I am fully absorbed in the fight with the help of the Cadiz essence and manage to reach a state of perfect calm and focus where my arms move faster than I can think. Instinct, experience, intuition, all guide me through a fight I cannot truly win. Right now, it does not mat...
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