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Collection: Age of Youth//the Halleaux//Skeletons of the Past
Chronicled by: Ghasty Petra sat at a small table in her private room. She had a small mug of coffee in her left hand, which she slowly sipped. Her right hand flipped through the pages of the bible sitting in front of her. Sunlight filtered through a small window looking out upon the vast an seemingly never ending dunes. It had been two and a half days since Aileen, Antonin, Hallr, Jehan, Melody, and Zenobia had left with their prisoners. No news had come back, which planted a seed of worry in Petra’s mind. The entire room had an aura of peace and tranquility. This aura was then interrupted by a knock on Petra’s door. This knock surprised Petra, causing her to spill her coffee on herself. Petra yelped in pain from the hot coffee. Collection: Age of Youth
Chronicled by: Ghasty “Please, allow me and my two partners to stay,” Mictecacihuatl pleaded to Petra. “Why should I?” Petra asked heartlessly. “We have failed a contract with the Authority to kill Aileen Eochaidh, Lacea Elmstone, Lukas Kenway, MechLaughlin, and Xanthia Sanna. We would be hunted down by the Authority and executed if we aren’t allowed to stay.” “Why should I care?” “We could be useful assets. We’re professionals in fighting, stealth, and tracking.” Collection: Ages of Youth//Elysian
Chronicled by: Valhel Preceded by: the Halls of the Mountain King ptII Reccommended Listening: "Long Time" by Boston Seven years before the first Halleaux... Boots kicked gravel into the dust choked air as a young woman raced through the rail yard. She wove in and out of abandoned freight cars with a frenzied determination. The sunset caused her shadow to cascade like moments suspended in the past as the last light burned brightly in her squinting eyes. Mud and sand flocked her black coat and a stack-barreled sidearm danced within its holster at her side as she ran. Collection: Age of Youth//Elysian
Chronicled by Valhel Entry No. 3 "You take yourself too seriously, you know that, right?" said Merc. Two figures stood black against a violet abyss flooded with impassive stars. Pandora watched them intensely as if waiting for one of them to reach out across the night with a hidden word. She had left her helmet inside the bunker, she didn't need it much anymore. The desert air was becoming bitterly cold and she should have been clutching her black coat tightly, but Pandora's wonder had taken over. Beside her stood Mercury, a smuggler in Pandora's company. He folded the arms of his leather jacket to his chest, forbidding himself to shiver in front of Pandora. "I feel-' Pandora sighed,'I feel like I've been lying to myself." Merc looked down and nodded, "We all lie. That's how this works. We tell ourselves that everything's okay. That we are who we say we are. And we believe it." Pandora turned away from the merciless stars to search out hope in her friend's eyes, "But what if I don't? What if I can't lie anymore?" "Then we will lie for you." "That won't be enough." "Not while you hold on to the truth, no.' said Merc, 'This insanity. The Authority. The world we live in. You have to lie to yourself." Pandora looked up again at the cold stars to chart the winds that swept from untold darkness. Merc turned away to descend back into the barrack. "Merc." The smuggler stopped in the doorway to look back. Pandora was still staring out at the stars. "Thank you for being serious with me." fumbled Pandora. Merc drummed the door jam in frustration, "Yah. Rest up, big day tomorrow." "Merc." "It is freezing out here! What?" stammered Merc. "Do you think what the professor said is true? That the dead can live again? That there is redemption?" Merc walked back out to the berm where Pandora was standing, "What I do know is that if we don't take this job we'll be dead for real. What I also know is that if I don't get back inside I'm going to be dead a whole lot faster than you. Good night!" "We're dead already. Dead if we take this job, dead if we leave it." muttered Pandora. "Why can't you be philosophical during the day!" Pandora turned back toward the bunker. Her face worn with conflict. "Look, whether it's the grave or resurrection, the dead have no choice.' said Merc, 'The dead cannot choose life. It must be given to them." "Good night, Merc.' said Pandora, 'Lie easy." "It's always easy." smiled Merc before he turned around and descended into the bunker. Collection: Age of Youth
Chronicled by: Ghasty Skeletons of the Past: Chapter 13 Standoff After Desmofýlax, Eoin, Hallr, Mech, Petra, Ren, and Xanthia left the well area, Alexa snuck down to the holding cells. Alexa went one by one to each of the cells containing prisoners, freeing Dullahan, Mictecacihuatl, Grim, Zenon, and two other prisoners in the process. Alexa handed the Harbingers their weapons, Zenon her lupara, along with supplying the other two prisoners with revolvers. One of the prisoners was an older woman. She wore a woolen blue dress and blue silken scarf around her head. The other prisoner was a man wearing a bandana over his mouth and goggles covering his eyes. Collection: Age of Youth
Chronicled by: Ghasty Chapter 12: A Divergence in the Rebellion Petra stood in the center of the green flames. Petra decided she needed to do something quickly before the fire engulfed her. Petra held her shield in front of her and jumped through the fire. Her jacket caught fire in a few places, which she quickly patted down. She tried to open the door, but it had been locked from the outside. The door was made of heavy iron door with an airtight seal. Petra realized trying to throw her weight against the door would be futile. She began to bash her shield against the door to try to get a passerby’s attention. Collection: Age of Youth//the Halleaux
Chronicled by Valhel Glaring beams of white swept over midnight dunes. Mech managed to roll over the crest of the sandy ridge just before the Authority searchlights glanced by. Beside him rested Ren who was attempting to brush granules of sand out from a night scope. "Not sure I can forgive you for this." muttered Ren. "It was us or your bike." sighed Mech as he lifted his eyes to peer over the desert. Smoke and embers fluttered into the violet skies as the Authority airship circled about the smoldering remains of Ren's treader. "Why couldn't we crash your treader?" grumbled Ren. Collection: the Fall
Chronicled by Project 23 West walked down a dark and empty street. The road was made of stones, bricks, and whatever was available at the time. All the buildings were universally one size, they were all one story high. Collection: Age of Youth // Weird
Chronicled by Valhel Pt IV Streams of mists trickled down the muddy paths of the dark forest. Auric led the way closely followed by Pandora. The floor of the midnight wood was choked with loose stones and grappling roots, and every now and then the mist would conceal a shallow puddle before the two accidentally sloshed through it. Strange insects shone on distant tree trunks, their pale flickering a ward of an unseen path. The lights from Pandora's helm would fall on the occasional revealing invisible sigils and traces of forgotten lore. Collection: the Fall
Chronicled by Project 23 The bunks of the ship swayed back and forth, as only one man laid there sleeping peacefully. Then a voice came over the announcement speakers, “We are approaching the tower and getting ready to climb the ladder to the palace, all hands on deck.” |
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