Secret War: Upon Blood Sands Chapter 45 by Adrassil, literature
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Secret War: Upon Blood Sands Chapter 45
Despite being in the midst of the whirling, chaotic melee and smashing and bashing with his precious, now empty long las. Hayden still managed to see the little bitch fall, then suddenly be taken like a child's hand snatching up a doll and fly a long way. That was Karmen; it had to be her using her telekinesis to bring Adelana to them. Lucky little- Hayden's commlink beeped into life. 'Hayden,' said Darrance. 'What in the hell do you want, Darrance?' Hayden roared as he smashed in the top of a Velrosian Resurrected's skull. 'I'm in the middle of a frigging battle here!' 'I'm sorry to avert your attention, old friend, but just let me speak. We have worked together for a long time,' said Darrance. 'Over twenty years now. You have been a good friend, a good colleague. You must have saved me on countless occasions now-' 'I saved you far more than you saved me frig you.' '...Indeed. Do you remember what that Eldar warlock said? That this world, this planet, is infected with chaos.
The Angaran Chronicles: The General and the Poet 1 by Adrassil, literature
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The Angaran Chronicles: The General and the Poet 1
The General and the Poet by Benjamin Agar Year: 2484 AHV (After Holy Victory) Age: Late Industra era Country: The Kingdom Zathar Raleas lined up another shot. Her Stegran mark seven rifle's scope crosshairs were perfectly sighted, but that knowledge hadn't stopped her instincts, making her check obsessively after firing. It only took her around a second to look, but it still felt like a waste of time. She barely had to think before she exhaled and pulled the trigger. The orc shaped dummy swung on the rope tied to a tree branch as the bullet went through its dead centre and whizzed out its back. She'd hit it there so often there was no explosion of wood; it just passed through a hole about as twice as large as a bullet. It was fifty metres from where she lay prone in the backyard of her house. Her father had set it up for her when she was twelve. Her mother hadn't approved, Raleas' mother. She... Water welled within Raleas vision, but she shook it away. She wouldn't cry; crying
The Angaran Chronicles: A False Legacy Epilogue by Adrassil, literature
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The Angaran Chronicles: A False Legacy Epilogue
Arken awoke with a start. Despite the pain thundering through him and his blurred, spinning vision, it took an instant to see he was in a cell. The walls were stone, the bars iron. It reminded him of the cell he'd been kept in by the Hunters years ago. He felt the cold iron manacles clasped around his wrists and heard the chains rattle as he writhed. 'Good,' said a voice and Arken's attention snapped to its source. A large, well-built human who seemed in his late twenties stood in the cell with him. His arms were as thick as a troll's gut, and his features looked like they'd been carved from granite. He was shaven bald, and his thin, scarred lips smirked down at Arken. 'You are finally awake; I've been waiting and waiting.' The man's accent was Varmorian, throaty and coarse like his throat was forever inhabited by thick phlegm, but nasally too. 'Who are you?' Arken managed through dry lips. The man hushed him, approached, took out a flask and forced Arken to drink. 'If you must
The Angaran Chronicles: Hamar Noir Chapter 11 by Adrassil, literature
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The Angaran Chronicles: Hamar Noir Chapter 11
Solen and Falin ran out into the street and helped Anargrin into the house. They brought the exhausted, beaten Hunter to the table, and Anargrin slumped into a chair. 'Kelth. Go to bed,' Solen snapped. It caused Kelth to flinch; then, she stormed to her room with tears in her eyes. 'Do you need a healer, Anargrin?' said Falin. 'No,' gasped Anargrin. 'I'll be fine; just give me some time.' Solen and Falin exchanged a look. 'You're incredible,' said Falin sounding as awed as Solen felt. Anargrin laughed. 'No, I'm just a lucky, cheating bastard. But anything and everything to win.' Solen and Falin didn't say anything. 'And not just a cheating bastard, but a lying one too.' 'What do you mean?' said Falin. 'I-,' Anargrin paused. 'I wasn't entirely honest with you. I'm sorry.' 'What are you apologising for?' said Solen. 'You saved us from that vampire. You risked-' 'In all honesty, you wouldn't have been at such risk if it wasn't for me,' Anargrin said. 'We haven't much time.
The Angaran Chronicles: Hamar Noir Chapter 4 by Adrassil, literature
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The Angaran Chronicles: Hamar Noir Chapter 4
The old grandfather clock's ticks seemed explosions in the silence. After some minutes, Sammil looked up from the paperwork scattered on his desk. They were in Sammil's large, well adorned and ornate office. 'The Devanworth Cult?' said the Headhunter. Anargrin nodded. 'There are very few connections between each victim but their ages, ages which usually are in line with when magical potential emerges.' 'Not usually, rarely,' said Sammil. Anargrin shrugged. 'Yeah, a fifth of the time, but it explains much. Even if they weren't, they could've gone undetected due to their isolation and the church's disinterest of Hamar.' 'The Devanworth Cult was wiped out a century ago,' sighed Sammil. 'By you know who.' Anargrin flinched and clenched his jaw, attention falling to the floor before he looked back to Sammil from under a hooded brow. 'We only had his word at their destruction. A word we can't trust any more due to his...betrayal.' Sammil frowned. 'It wasn't just Kalthasin who took
The Angaran Chronicles: An Ulterior Motive Part 1 by Adrassil, literature
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The Angaran Chronicles: An Ulterior Motive Part 1
An Ulterior Motive by Benjamin Agar Year: 2379 A.H.V. (After Holy Victory) Age: The Medivale age Country: The Kingdom of Camaria Emilia awoke, back to the pain, back to the bitter cold. Back to the blur of the starry night sky and the branches looming above. She'd been dreaming, a good dream, a warm dream. She shivered. The cold burned through the thick fur blankets wrapped around her. Her whole being ached; it almost made her forget the agony of the bite, the ragged wound on her shoulder covered in bandages. Emilia cried out as the agony returned. She writhed, clutched at her shoulder, but a strong hand stopped her. 'Emilia. Emilia. Please.' Her breaths shuddering, Emilia rolled over to find Anargrin, the handsome elf leaned over her. His large eyes were wide with watering concern. 'Anargrin?' she managed. 'How...long?' 'About three hours,' said the Hunter and stood to his slight height, his eyes darting, surveying their surroundings. 'Can you walk, Emilia?' 'I don't