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World Fire Belvon Laire
Trys dragged her upper body across the podium and towards the lower half of her body, which she picked up and reconnected to her torso. The feeling and sensation of her lower half spread across her body, and as the adrenaline faded from her, the pain of Sparrow’s final attack pounded through her. She held herself above the surface of the water and vomited.‘How do I get out of here?’ she asked herself, trying to make out the details in the darkness. At the far end of the pool, she saw a vine that stretched down from above and dripped into the water. She waded through the water to the vine, tested it, and decided that it could handle her weight. Then, she carefully climbed up the side of the wall, using the rocks that jutted out from the wall to her advantage.She reached the top, pulled herself back into the jade room, and made her way back through the halls clutching her head. It took her a great deal of effort to walk in a straight line, and she knew that she would not last long in
World Fire The Terror of Belvon Laire
Belvon Laire stretched out his arms, crimson fury radiating from him. 'Run! Flee!' he demanded with a scowl etched to his face.‘I will do no such thing!’ Locke shouted, scorching flames bursting from his body, as hot as his temper. Locke and Trys readied themselves in the fighting stance Stag had taught them.‘Loooocke … Tryyyys … ruuun.’ Arla’s voice was almost a whisper.‘Not anymore, Arla,’ Trys said. ‘We’re not running.’ She stretched out her legs and got into a ready position, elbows raised and knife pointed out in front of her.Belvon Laire whipped off his cloak. ‘Then you shall have it!’ He threw his polearm of blood at Locke in a powerful overarm swing. Trys pushed him out of the way and stood in front of its path, smiling as the polearm burst seamlessly through her, where it then crashed into the ground and broke into a pool of blood that stretched across the water.Locke focused his mind. Are you ready?‘Ball of Scorch!’ The ball of fire shot at Belvon
World Fire The Passion
Locke caught the syringe and held it flat on the palm of his hand.Don’t worry, I’m not going to make any more mistakes.The syringe wobbled and spun around.Then the syringe spun around once more.Flames coated Locke’s fist and he punched with all his might to the right, crashing against Belvon Laire’s ruined face.‘You will pay for this, boy. I underestimated you, but you seem to continuously grow the more you fight. No more games.’ Belvon Laire held his hand up to the roof and an orb of blood swirled around the space above his hand, slowly growing bigger. ‘This ends now. Call of the Bloody Night!’ Spikes erupted from the orb of blood, reaching forward and skewering everything.Locke gasped, shocked at the bloody death that waited for him. He shut his eyes, braced for the worst, but the death never came.A figure stood in front of him, dried and grey, electricity shroud
World Fire Erased Years
The slab read:The city of Justisar is Eternal.The Spirit of Justisar eats at the truth.Sparrow let out a shout of laughter. ‘So here is the proof. Listen well, all of you, Justisar is a city that has existed for centuries upon centuries, millennia upon millennia. It is a perennial city that never falls, and it persists by repeatedly shutting down the truth of its continuous existence. Read any history book that you can, and it will only date back a hundred years or so. The royals of Justisar know the danger of the truth of their eternity ever leaking out, so they destroy and erase all that knows the truth. I, myself, have had to claim an entirely new identity, and now I live a false life hidden far, far away from society, and yet they still try and hunt me down.‘A month ago, the city of Arindel saw its last breath, but what if I said that this was not the first time that the city of Arindel has fallen, and it will not be the last.’‘What?’ Locke shouted. ‘My city, Arindel, has exi
World Fire Reaffirming Desires
When they returned to the Amber Hall, Stag was very, very disappointed. They had not noticed how much time had passed. It was the next morning already, and Stag had been expecting them for a game of poker. Not only that, but they were also in too weak a state for their training.‘Very well, training will be postponed for today, but you will suffer accordingly.’ Stag eyed all of them. ‘Now, tell me. Something is amiss.’Arla looked from side to side of the training hall, noting how Stocke, Rickter and Kets were practicing hand to hand combat. ‘There is a secret that you must know, but I am not sure if, well, everyone else should hear it. It concerns the very history of Justisar itself.’Stag furrowed his brows. ‘Do Locke and Trys know?’ He looked to them, and they nodded. ‘Then everyone should know. I trust everyone here. Stocke! Rickter! Kets! Get over here. Miles, make sure no one can overhear us.’Miles reached into his pocket and threw down an odd, shell-shaped token. It gave off a
World Fire Royal City, Justisar
‘Where on earth is that Stocke lad?’ Stag kicked up his feet onto the table and looked over his cards. He peered over at Locke, who had quickly taken to the rules of the game and saw that uncertainty in his eyes. He does not have a good hand at all. He turned to Kets, who always wore her heart upon her sleeve. Nor her.Arla, Miles and Rickter were in a game of darts. Rickter had shown considerable growth with his aim, and Miles stressed his pride in Rickter’s developing skill to Stag just last night. As always, Trys was shovelling down bowls of rice.Wait a minute, something was wrong …‘Ahh!’ Stag let out a scream and jumped to hit feet, pointing at the headless figure of Trys. He dropped his cards, pocket aces, goddamn it, and ran to Trys. ‘Oi, girl! Where’s your head?’Trys’ laughter sounded out from the other side of the room. Her head was smiling from ear to ear on the couch, cackling to herself. Locke smirked and noticed that Kets was pale in shock.‘Come on Kets, you know that
World Fire Manipulative City, Justisar
‘Well, while you deal with the Royal Army Office, I’ll be off by myself,’ Kets said. ‘I want to do some shopping.’‘Are you sure you’ll be safe by yourself?’ Stag asked, looking uncertainly to Locke, as if to see what he thought.‘Of course I will. I know how to keep myself out of trouble.’Locke cracked a smile. ‘Oh, I don’t think that’s very true.’Kets gasped. ‘Locke, come on man, help me out here. I don’t want to go to the Royal Army Office. Do you know how dreadfully boring that place is? I don’t want to go there!’‘Go on, then, leave us to suffer by ourselves.’ Stag gave her a small, playful push. ‘Ugh, I hate having to go to this place. Follow me, Locke, it will be easier and faster if you’re with me. Hopefully they don’t try and trip me up on any baseless claims or anything.’They split up and went their separate ways. Locke and Stag went into the Noble District where the Royal Army Office was while Kets stepped through the streets. She wandered through the Military District o
World Fire Classist City, Justisar
Kets, eyes to the ground, the heavy weight of the hammer weighing her down, crashed headfirst into someone. She almost dropped the hammer, and as she regained her balance, she glanced behind her, gave a short wave and muttered an apology under her breath.She took another step forward, but that same person grabbed the cuff of her uniform to prevent her from taking another step.‘Sorry, girl, but a sorry is far, far from enough.’ It was a man’s voice, edged with the signs of grand nobility. He let go of her cuff, grabbed her shoulder, and spun her around to face him. His eyes were cold and cruel, and Kets bit at her tongue as he inspected every corner of her body. The man was unnaturally tall, almost twice as tall as Kets, with vibrant orange hair and a face contorted like a vicious tiger. His eyes lingered on the badge of the Amber Army.‘Amber Army, eh? A vicious smile crept over his mouth, demented, and far different from Cracker’s. ‘What’s a rat like you doing here? Has Stag made h