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The Drogen's Law Blood Moons (Rina)
Rina repeatedly tapped the table with her index finger. This was getting on her nerves. The man no older than her, who sat opposite her, inspected the inscription on the dagger she had carved, turning it round and round in his hands. Rina scoffed. As if he knew anything about the scripts. Scripting was The Most technical art of Drogen. “You have excellent calligraphy,” the man said.Rina snorted. “A fish that can’t swim is worthless.” “Point. Shall we test your handiwork? I hope they are as powerful as they are beautiful.”The scripter woman nodded. Finally! She would earn her keep and be rid of the man soon.The runes in the dagger glowed golden. The man flicked his wrist and the dagger cut through the air and struck the wall. There was little sound. Golden lines of runes flickered across the room. The dagger quivered for a second and dropped.Her pride swelled like a balloon. She had done a better job than she had believed. “To think the dagger activated the protection formation
The Drogen's Law Scripting (Jimmy)
Jimmy listened to the elder, who taught them the properties of various metals. “This is Firesteel, this is Watersteel, this is Bloodsteel…” The elder got out seven metals and introduced them to the class. These were the best conductor of said Law and amplified their effect. The elder produced another seven metals and explained about each of them; Firebane, Spiritbane and Earthbane and so on. These were poor conductors of corresponding Laws—almost an insulator. These metals either diminished or nullified the effect of the corresponding Law. Jimmy learned much in his Blacksmith class. The identities of unique metals, their source, their properties—and how and what to forge with them. How to make an object of power? It was a simple process, impossible as it was to believe. First, forge a required item, take a beast core, and after that reach out with spiritual sense to the item through the core and push the power of the core to the item—the spiritual sense was the medium to such tran
The Drogen's Law Prologue: Eron the Last Collecter
Eron, the last Collector, covered his ears as the earth heaved and shook as if in great agony. This explosion was too loud, even with the wards set on his ears. His wards explicitly filtered out loud sounds like explosions. He was an expert at sound-based blending. Of course, even wards couldn’t handle everything. Tapping and blending weren’t all-powerful art. The war this time was one of the worst. No one had seen it’s like for thousands of years. And the explosions that not even his wards could handle seemed to reflect the ferocity of this war. Of course, no one had fought against the dragons in known history. They were like gods to men, and in some ways, they were. But soon he would be the one to become a god. He crept forward, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible towards the frontline where the battle was most ferocious, and as he did so–he collected as much Drogen as he could, filling himself to the brim. With the amount of power he was holding right now, he could sunder a
The Drogen's Law The Vancorg Tribe (Edwin)
Act 1: The Exiled Planet: Eronas Edwin work up to the dreaded sound that was a daily occurrence to him. His master was banging at the door like a raving animal. Edwin groaned, pulling the seats over his head, and used the pillow to cover his ears. It did not work. The banging continued, disturbing his precious sleep. Why must everyone in this Tribe be so infuriating? “Edwin, do you want me to break the door again? Your father won’t be happy. Wake up now—it’s already dawn.” Edwin could hear the door handle turning ominously. He knew his master, Armin, was ready to break through his door. Edwin made a growling sound in his throat. And today was supposed to be his birthday. ‘Father does not even remember, does he?’ Edwin threw the blanket—he was already sweating from the heat. “For heaven’s sake, Armin, at least let me put on my clothes.” “Is that how you address your master? You have one minute—anything more and I will break this door.” “OK! OK! Just don’t break the door.” Edwin
The Drogen's Law Before Dark (Edwin)
Edwin opened the door of the smithy and went towards the room where his twin brother worked and practised his blacksmithing skills. He opened the door of his brother’s forcing room. Ignoring everything else, he did not even notice Chris who has following right behind him. The wave of heat from the forge struck him. He ignored the anvil, forges, barrels of oil, and the other solution and forging tools that were around the room. His eyes were fixed on his bastard of a father and the most valuable person in the world—his twin brother. He heard someone gasp behind him. Edwin ignored that, too. His blood was boiling. He wanted nothing more than to twist that thick neck of his father when he saw the condition his brother was in. His brother lay there sprawled, his right hand twisted at an unnatural angle. He could see the bone protruding out of his broken arm, slick with blood. He had a blunt wound on his head, and his lower lips had split open. And worst of all, there was a pool of blood
The Drogen's Law The Aether Tribe (Edwin)
In his room—which only had a bed, a table and two chairs, and one small closet—Edwin made a slight cut in his palm and filled a pewter cup with his blood. That should be enough to bring Jimmy back to full health. Edwin went to Jimmy’s side, who was in his bed. He pinched his brother’s nose and poured the blood into his mouth. Jimmy’s wounds healed at an incredible rate. When Jimmy woke up—thankfully he did not throw any tantrums. Edwin explained everything that had happened to Jimmy in a soft and slow voice as if explaining things to a child. “What do you do now?” Jimmy said with watery eyes. “We do as Father says. We leave this shithole of a tribe.” “But there are monsters outside the walls.” Tears rolled down Jimmy’s eyes. “I know.”“But we will die.”“I…I know.” “Tell me you have a plan.” Jimmy was practically screaming hysterically by now. “You always have a plan. When you and Chris found out about me, the two of you protected me. You hid the truths. You can do it again. You
The Drogen's Law The Misty Hills (Edwin)
Once Chris stopped laughing, she looked at Edwin, her lips still twitched now and then, probably with laughter she was trying to control.“One good thing about being the hair of the tribe is that you can know things, learn things. The Aether tribe is real, Edwin.” “It Is?” Edwin said.“Yes, and from what I know, the Aether tribe is not the only strongest tribe on the continent. Two more tribes rival the Aether tribe in strength, though I do not know their name.”“If they are real, why don’t we know about them?” Edwin said, apprehensively. He still did not believe in the Aether tribe. “Why is it just a rumour?”“Of course, it’s just a rumour,” Chris said in an exasperated tone.“The world is too dangerous. Even though there are hundreds if not thousands of tribes out there, we only have contact with four other tribes. The other tribes are either too far or too dangerous to travel to. The rumour flies, however, during the trade with those other four tribes. However, my father quickly su
The Drogen's Law Dragon Heart System (Edwin)
The next day, Edwin, Jimmy, and Chris mounted the horse, staring at the vast ocean of mist that expanded to the horizon. As the name suggested, a thick veil of mist shrouded the Misty Hills. The three of them nodded to each other and urged their horse forward.As soon as they entered, the mist disappeared. One second it was there, the next it was gone. Edwin halted his horse and looked in front of him. A vast expanse of barren rolling hills greeted them.Edwin dismounted his horse and moved backwards. His other two companions followed him. As soon as he was outside the awe-inspiring zone of Misty Hills, the veil of mist reappeared and when they entered the Veil, it disappeared. All three of them exclaimed in amazement. Edwin had heard of this, but witnessing it yourself and hearing about it in a story were two completely different things. It was both awe-inspiring and somewhat scary.After gawking at everything until they were satisfied, they marched toward the krozon tribe. Following
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Scripting (Jimmy)
Jimmy listened to the elder, who taught them the properties of various metals. “This is Firesteel, this is Watersteel, this is Bloodsteel…” The elder got out seven metals and introduced them to the class. These were the best conductor of said Law and amplified their effect. The elder produced another seven metals and explained about each of them; Firebane, Spiritbane and Earthbane and so on. These were poor conductors of corresponding Laws—almost an insulator. These metals either diminished or nullified the effect of the corresponding Law. Jimmy learned much in his Blacksmith class. The identities of unique metals, their source, their properties—and how and what to forge with them. How to make an object of power? It was a simple process, impossible as it was to believe. First, forge a required item, take a beast core, and after that reach out with spiritual sense to the item through the core and push the power of the core to the item—the spiritual sense was the medium to such tran
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Blood Moons (Rina)
Rina repeatedly tapped the table with her index finger. This was getting on her nerves. The man no older than her, who sat opposite her, inspected the inscription on the dagger she had carved, turning it round and round in his hands. Rina scoffed. As if he knew anything about the scripts. Scripting was The Most technical art of Drogen. “You have excellent calligraphy,” the man said.Rina snorted. “A fish that can’t swim is worthless.” “Point. Shall we test your handiwork? I hope they are as powerful as they are beautiful.”The scripter woman nodded. Finally! She would earn her keep and be rid of the man soon.The runes in the dagger glowed golden. The man flicked his wrist and the dagger cut through the air and struck the wall. There was little sound. Golden lines of runes flickered across the room. The dagger quivered for a second and dropped.Her pride swelled like a balloon. She had done a better job than she had believed. “To think the dagger activated the protection formation
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Distant Threat (Chris)
“Why are you doing this to yourself?” Edwin asked on their way to class. “You had to visit a healer three times this week. Please tell me what is happening with you, maybe I can help.” “I am fine,” Chris said. A wave of nausea struck her. The world must hate her. Why did it have to happen now when she had just told Edwin she was fine? If the man hadn’t caught her, she would probably be bleeding from her nose right now.“Chris, can you stand by yourself?” The man looked ready to princess-carry her if need be–that she would not allow.Chris pushed herself out of Edwin’s arms and jumped up and down to show she was perfectly fine, thank you very much. She was, and anyone who said otherwise be damned. “See, I am fine.”“You weren’t, just a second ago. I think it best to go see a healer.”Chris caressed Edwin’s hand. She did her best to make her voice as soothing as possible. What she was about to say Edwin wouldn’t like. “You needn't worry about what’s happening to me. You know how we were
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The Old Man in the Bed (Chris)
Only when Chris was well away from Linden and the arena did the consequences of what she had done dawn on her. What was she thinking dunking him in the water? If Linden had taken what she had done as offence and not as a joke, she would be howling in pain for who knew how long. Perhaps forever. She must have been mad. Why did she always let the anger get the best of her? She had to learn to control it better. ‘What’s done is done,’ she told herself firmly. ‘There is no point in fretting over it.’ Aside from her horrible mistake with Linden that could have ended up with her head on a pike, her days went smoothly—with only one sour note. It was, of course, Rina. Chris asked herself a thousandth time why she was sharing a room with her. The woman had no decency at all. None. Two nights a week, sometimes three nights, the woman brought a man to spend the night with. The partners she brought were sometimes young, sometimes old. The woman changed her partners like men changed their cloth
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Icy Water (Chris-Linden)
Linden stopped laughing, gave her a lopsided glance, and struck. Chris brought her sword before it to intercept the attack. At the last second, Linden twisted his sword, and it landed on her wrist. She almost lost her grip on her sword. Still, she powered through the pain and kept her hold of it. Chris was just glad she hadn’t yelped in pain and had just winced. That would be beyond embarrassing. They exchanged dozens of blows, and with each blow, her anger spiked up a notch. Linden had thwacked her left and right—blows that would bruise. Yet, for the life of her, she couldn’t land a single hit. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t. Why should she be bruised and in pain, while the other man was grinning like a fool? She knew he wasn’t using vital technique or any form of Drogen. That would have left behind a residue that she would have undoubtedly seen, being a collector as she was. So, what was it he was doing? There had to be something. He can’t really see the future, can he? No, that w
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Funny Shadows (Chris)
Chris watched as the heir strode towards them. The bare-chested man walked like any heir should, back straight, one hand resting on his sword hilt as if he were assuming a sword stance. He could have made any girl’s neck turn in his direction and made their heart flutter. Not hers. Her heart fluttered for someone else. Someone next to her, no less regal than the heir himself, standing there, hand poised on his sword hilt, ready to draw at a moment’s notice. The man she suspected to be Linden’s bodyguard. Tim, was it? He could do with an earful. Holding a sword at her throat like that. When her eyes shifted back to the bodyguard, her mouth went dry. Sweat glistened along his abs. She gulped. Her knees wanted to buckle. She wanted… ‘Heavens above, what am I thinking?’ She wanted to get into good graces with the heir. Not canoodle with his bodyguard. She wouldn’t mind doing it, though. It could be warming. Gods, she had always prided herself on having great control over her thoughts.
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Canvas and the Sword (Chris)
[PRESENT TIME] Chris Scoured through the sect library searching for information on collectors. She had hoped to find some record to understand her powers. Useless, there was nothing she didn’t already know. All that knowledge in here and they were all deadwood to her. Unless she broke into the restricted section of the library, there was nothing new she could learn. That meant she would have to learn everything by experiment. The thought of experimenting with her powers sent a shiver down her spine. Playing with something she didn’t understand didn’t sound healthy to her. All her classes went well, better than well actually. She was one of the best in her class—aside from a few mishaps like that one time when she had turned into a giant; it was one of the most embarrassing things that had ever happened to her. What surprised her most as she navigated through her powers was the fact that her abilities were incredibly similar to that of a Dweller and, at the same time, quite differen
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Chapter : Her Past (Part 2)
Chris stood next to her brother as she watched him paint on a massive canvas. The strange amalgamation of colours slowly began to gain cohesion and shape. Slowly, the paintings began to gain more shapes and details. She saw villagers washing clothes in the rivers. Children playing near them. Why couldn’t her life be so peaceful as well? Why couldn’t she be as happy as that? Children playing in the river. This was the first time her brother’s paintings had made her feel more pain than soothing her.However, she did not blame her brother for her mood. She knew something like this could happen. She had been lucky that it hadn’t happened before. And her brother had never drawn a painting with people before.When her brother finished his art. She asked him a question. “What will you call this painting, brother? I always like it when you name your paintings. It is the most enjoyable part of all this.”“I will call this one A Vain Dream.”“Why do you want to name something so beautiful? Somet
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Her Past
Five Years Ago. It had been about five years since her mother died. Killed was more accurate. A band of people made from Dwellers and Vampires had killed her mother. And even after five years, Chris still wept herself to sleep. She had abandoned her in her time of need. They punished the murderers of her mother for their actions. They were flogged and tortured publicly before being killed. And yet Chris still could not feel at peace for the death of her mother—like everyone told her to do. Even though they had already received their punishment. Even though they were already dead, she still hated them for taking her mother away from her. How could they do such a thing? How could they have no regard for human life? That question always haunted her. Their death wasn’t enough. Someone else deserved punishment—it was her.A part of Chris wanted to forget about her mother. So that she did not have to hurt, so that she did not have to cry so much, so that her father would not have changed
