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The forest was quiet the next day, save for the wondrous melody of Cassandra retching into the river. She thought she probably would have been alright were it not for the fact that all she dreamt of last night were the mixed feelings of terror and exhilaration that she experienced the day before. Even now the crimson waterfalls that gushed from the thief's body as she tore into him taunted and tugged at her mind. The rush of adrenaline had long since worn off and yet another reminder of yesterday's events, this time the red of a robin's breast, caused her stomach to churn. Up to h


Session FourSession Four: A Glimpse of FateSession Four
Just outside the city limits of Brigstown lies the Stalin-class mobile fortress 'Faust.' A veritable mountain of steel, it casts its imposing gaze over Hell's Kitchen, an ever-constant reminder of Fate's occupation of the city. Deep within the catacombs of this monolith will we find a bank of offices, the impromptu headquarters of the Fate Internal Securities Team. Although FIST has small bases in just about every city on the Twin Continents, this is where all that information comes to. It is eerily quiet in this seat of power, the only regular sound being the tapping of keystrokes. Illyana Corasti


Elements of War: Chapter ThreeWere it not for the situation, seeing the outside again would have been good for the Minotaur. It was still early autumn and the trees were just starting to turn causing the forest to seem as if it had been set alight by some unseen force. The birds had not yet begun to go south for the upcoming winter and they were abuzz with some sort of forest gossip, chirping almost incessantly with their silly bird-musings.Elements of War: Chapter Three
But he did not have time to sit and listen to them twitter. The great and mighty Silverton had decided that one of his fields needed tilling so that it would be ready for the spring planting. Not that it would have matter
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