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The Sea Tower | Chapter 18

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The Warring Surf Brogan considered retiring, thinking that putting the life of a seadog behind him was worth weighing. “Dismantle the damn cannon, if you have to!” he shouted over the ruckus on-deck. “It does us no good pointing out at open waters.” Impatience had frayed his nerves, honing his words to a sharpened edge. His wife would appreciate him being home more often, the kids would enjoy it...

The Sea Tower | Chapter 17

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The Shifting Tide “What the hell was that?” Mikhail had barely spoken the words before the enemy opened fire. A cascade of explosions rocked the harbor and, as one, the crew turned to watch the Legothica suffer a series of devastating blows. Gouges were rent open along the hull, then licked by flames, seared at the seams. It was one ship out of many, and not the closest to the enemy, but the...

The Sea Tower | Chapter 16

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Occulum Rising Nester sat on the lip of the Occulum, kicking his leg out in a swing. He had been watching the fleet of ships sailing for almost half an hour now, having been left in the care of two surly looking older mages by his uncle. He recognized his caretakers as elder wizards, real high-ranking honchos of the Wizarding Corps. He’d spent the first half of their stay balking under their...

The Sea Tower | Chapter 15

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A Case of Triage “If that’s the case, then Istan is all but lost. We’ll never make it in time, nor should we expend the effort. We should focus, instead, on defending the main isle at all costs.” Kilgore said, stating his opinion as fact, and as if that fact carried with it the weight of dogma. A murmuring of disquiet buzzed about the room at the bold proclamation, and the general received his...

The Sea Tower | Chapter 14

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A Murder of Crows Glissinda sat atop the cliff face, cross-legged on a grassy knoll. The wind rustled her hair, much like it did the leaves atop the imposing tree off to her side. The black feathers in her hair shined as inky as her own raven locks, making them indistinguishable underneath the obscuring shade from the nearby tree. Her hands were clasped as if in prayer, but her mind retained the...

The Sea Tower | Chapter 13

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The War Council Ahmet took lunch in the dining room. Always. He and his wife, Calliope, preferred it that way. And as king and queen, they were entitled to their proclivities, benign as they might be at times. Before his tenure, the modest setting had been designated the servant’s dining quarters. They’d since had it refurbished, and insisted on eating every meal henceforth in the quaint...

The Sea Tower | Chapter 12

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The Plan Watching the sea freeze was nothing like turning round the hand on a clock and watching the seasons accelerate in tandem. It was an explosion, yet not. Implosive, yet nothing of the sort. Inertness radiated outward from the Devanagari at its epicenter, sapping the life from anything in the path of the detonation. Water welled, compacting, folding, churning inward on itself until becoming...

The Sea Tower | Chapter 11

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The Catch To the eyes of the enemy, the sudden appearance of a flaming carriage onshore was not a subject of import. It was as interesting as any other burning object, of which there were many; which is to say, not at all. Nobody second-guessed its appearance, nor gave it a second look. However, upon closer inspection, one might question how a horseless carriage was being propelled. Even in a...

The Sea Tower | Chapter 10

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Barracuda’s Garrison Jacobi hit the deck when the enemy opened fire, taking refuge behind one of the hastily constructed fortifications the company had erected along the docks. More barricades were still being erected along the coast. The first shots struck wide of their position, hammering the surrounding berg outside the base while only minimally strafing the base itself. The township suffered...

The Sea Tower | Chapter 9

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The Seamstress and the Wardrobe The square fell deathly silent. A moment ago, the town’s commercial hub had been as lively and raucous as any diurnal iteration of the laissez-faire exchange. Beggars, hagglers, and traders all clamored over each other, sublimating ancient practices of hunting and gathering with the modern conveniences of consumerism. They bartered a mile a minute to a discordant...

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