Commoners are less likely to speak of their line of work when pressed not to, while the penalty for nobles is bailable. Hence why Lucian was chosen for minister of espionage. "Lucian, why had you ordered that I turn the adventurer in? Please tell me," the lass asked in Lucian's arms. "It was bound to happen sooner or later Joslin, but you can come with me, and escape it," Lucian said. "How could you," the lass said, her mindset irking her for not having questioned it up until now. "You're already too late, I'm Afraid. Now you can gain something out of it or not," Lucian proposed. "I won't leave my family like that. I will have you arrested," Joslin said, escaping his grasp. "As I said, it's too late. Your family is probably sleeping well in Kivrelia. They trusted that I would bring you next, but maybe they just forgot." The lass was just about to find out it was either her or her family. Either way, there wasn't really a choice. Oh, her womanhood's foolery. Imagine if that was one of Paul's lines.
All the audience can think is, will they be subsumed? They wore various attire and dark armor, durable and strong. Their armor from a place more hellish, but less horrid for them then this very circumstance. The final warning came apparent as a reckoning shriek filled their ears, the only sign of mercy from the skulk. If the skulk had mastery of replicators then the realm would have long been torn through. If only the skulk could have their hands on more, that they evolve beyond the comprehension of man. Souls trembled and feared, released from the shriekers, but unlike others, these men did not falter. To the side a lad moved his gaze, upon the crunch of flesh and bone forming below the ground, slowly reaching their grounds. More men from groundskeeper and greatcoat surrounded the premise as the monstrosity gloomed over them. A golem of flesh pushed itself up the ground, souls flowing in its ribs, a display of the fate of all who opposed their domain. The men held their fire, for at this time any damage done against it, would be healed back. As it stood and scrunched, leaning itself forward from lack of integrity, the warden sniffed. It could not see, and so by the sound not far off, its tentacle appendage of an ear perked. It moved to its side, made ready a charge and howled. The men all opened fire, their handguns being semiautomatic. All throughout the cavern the sounds of shriekers went off, men scrambled to wool them down, and take out the wardens.
Epic music is introduced, defining the scene. Suspense, expectation, and thrill fill the air, the music growing pace. An overview of the cavern through an operators night vision is shown. We see waves of signals in hues of blue shooting throughout the cavern, a spectacle akin to a firework show, but its own beauty. Next scene, we see a large tent with its occupants scrambling about. A man won a raffle by auction, he was to go to the capital to deliver a message to the president.
Another scene came to play, a text revealing its whereabouts. Beams of light streaked the sky, up to the heavens from throughout the capitals waters, in mostly bright and glorious color. The Great Prank War began. Fourth click on the Overworld standard clock. For such a time, odd as it may have been, Foran seemed unoccupied. The heart of the nation dormant; new logistics set up for the war effort; everyone halting their recreation. The capital personified is a well crafted skyscraper with futuristic appeal. An encircling barrier separating her waters from the rest of the ocean, starting from bedrock and reaching above the oceans level. Not a perfect circle below the waves, but above the sea it's perfect symmetry, a circle cut and replicated by saw. She went as high as could, a testament to the peoples folly. Platforms surrounded her, cuddling her frame. Floating aesthetics kept a natural beauty to her. Water, light, and stain glass constructs filled the heavens and her waters. As beautiful as she was, she was built for this shell to be expended. In reality she was a fortress built to house the last bastion of her people in the event that the worse happens. Perhaps miss programming a bot and giving it too much power. Not like that would ever happen, but better genius then gullible. She once supplied the whole nation with goods. She was impressive as architecture goes, but her sisters inland had more character. Yeah she was a construct you'd show your rivals not your ex.
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A Recent Dream
Mystery / ThrillerTasked to set himself apart from his predecessors, Brian, a boy from earth finds himself in a realm of fantasy; a familiar and yet daunting world in which he questions his use. He has three unique abilities: in discovering the lore of this supposed...
