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On the rough-hewn, cold stone floor, Garrett's eyes shot open. The first thing that the sniper realised when he awoke was the peculiarity of his location. These were not the high-concrete walls of an alleyway, instead the dingy, confined mud-carved walls of a cell, a subterranean dampness on his...

In the darkened grove, hidden from the moon's blaring glare, the harsh, cold wind willowed through the camp. For a moment, Abel imagined a sensation playing to him, carried by the gentle hands of the chilling gust. The biting wind passed again. Abel looked about, blinking the harsh, yellow orbs...

Edoardo Vargas Melcher Edoardo nodded along as Reece detailed the berth of his order's characteristics — not simply the covenant between God and mortal, but the valiant anonymity they imposed upon themselves. In a way, it reminded Edoardo of the vows, oaths his kind took when they enter the...

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Their booted footfalls through the Dwarven flagstone echoed slightly as they went, louder to the inquisitor's bestial-enhanced ears. The wide tunnel at their backs split into three paths, each one honeycombed with rooms. A few of the rooms held evidence of activity, now long gone: wrinkled...

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As his blade's guard crashed into Ser Locke's form, the clang of metal against metal loud, Siert felt a rush of satisfaction. He was swiftly disabused of such a feeling. The Lion went back, giving himself enough room to recover his bearings. Siert pressed the Lion, striking again. But the Ser...

He sees his opponent saunter onto the arena, hefting a shield and flail, carried forwards by the crowd's titillating cheers. The very air itself was electric with their roaring praise. However, unlike with the Southron Wind, the sellsword felt no blasphemous envy of the man's status. While he...

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Heilwyn's helm shifted, his body rigid. Though his movement within the Kero-CRS Mark Four seemed ponderous, now there existed a constant threat of sudden, rapid motion as though his orange lenses were the raging, twisting inferno of a forest fire. It took a second for Heilwyn to recognise the...

"I'll join the Saint on this one." Rajko remarked, clenching his fist, rolling his wrist. It hadn't been a question of preference which drove the inquisitor's decision, rather the diversification of abilities — a werebeast for each group, one or two who could provide restorative aid, and the...

Edoardo Vargas Melcher Edoardo sat down, mug in hand, the ambers of his eyes glinted in the tavern's subdued light. Despite the water's flatness, the warrior priest hadn't been in a disgruntled mood — in fact, his expression particularly light and jovial, able to partake in a moment's rest from...

Heilwyn had to consider his answer. The AGIs of his universe were highly advanced, capable of complex computations that were simply unfeasible for his human mind, but rarely did they display such depth to their emotions as Ted here presented, save perhaps the Philo-Sofer class. "It'll be...

Heilwyn clapped his gauntlets together gently, a metallic thump as metal met metal. His left nozzle went up to his faceplate and a brief hiss knifed out from Heilwyn's helmet as though he were blowing out a lit match. "Smokin', Chief. I'm stoked." Heilwyn spoke, his broad voice resounding in the...

In terms of the modern setting, how much are we allowed to deviate?