Provenance Black

Provenance Black

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Paranormal
Not everything is as it seems... It is widely discussed across the country, that it is possible that a person could be born, live and die in one city and never explore it all in one lifetime. This has never been proven, yet in a city like London, with a population of 8.63 million, it is most likely true. It is an ever growing city, with new paths, roads, sewers and canals created everyday; it is so badly crowded, that even someone raised in the city will get lost, never see each and every crevice of it- even cabbies use sat-navs now. It has been proven though, that it is easier to hide in plain sight than out of it. It is also true that there is safety in numbers. Provenance Black is a shining example of a street that can never be found, no matter how hard a body looks, it has been lost over time as forests of steel and glass take over and unless you know what to look for, you'll walk right on by. Or you will stumble upon it quite by chance and never see the outside world again. This is a collection of short stories of those who inhabit The Black. There are witches, skeletal bartenders, talking foxes, were-beings and mad scientists found in these tales, all of whom have little time for humans. You have been warned
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Once upon a time there was a world, much like our own. This world is gone. The machinations and wars of man saw to every manner of apocalypse. What was left is a world as nightmarish as it is fantastical. Gunslingers and swordsmen ply the same trade. Science, chemistry and magic are indistinguishable from one another. The monsters prey on all, but the true villains will always be human. Humans who have walled other humans in to the most violent part of The Husken Earth, The Wastelands. The Immortal Red Eyed Man sits atop this wall and uses his airships to drop experimental drugs into The Wasteland. Both mutants and parasites live under the shadow of the Abominations birthed. Monsters and men fear their brothers and sisters who fall prey to the allure of Elysium. It's hard to tell what is more addictive, the magical drug itself or the power it promises. {End Blurb} [Lore] Only one wall was ever built to protect the non-cannibalistic mutants of the Grey Coast and the inhabitants of Valoria from the true Wastelands; it has fallen. The remaining warriors built a great defense to fill the gap in the frontline wall. This outpost was overrun and the warriors that defended it became too few. They did the best they could and many died in the battles to keep the True Wastelands at bay. Survivers became little more than wanderers, sell swords and try hard defenders of the inhabited wastes. This is the tale of one such wanderer and his mission to unite the Wastelands against the abominations created from Elysium. This is the tale of The Wandering King and his sadistic counterpart.

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