As Director of Personnel, Lana easily read the malice in their welcome's demeanor. There was no concern, no consideration, he was just looking for a reason to pull the trigger and he would have done so regardless of their answer. David did well to try to defuse the situation, but the click of the ...

"Guns again?" Lana asked, immediately reminiscing on their last excursion together to Uran. The Arceneaux Corporation unloaded a whole artillery in an open lobby with innocent civilians and David had the rare chance to get filled with lead in a public setting. Lana never had much luck with guns, but ...

The fields bustled quietly while the quiet whine of the compound's machinery droned in the background. David and Lana waited quietly, knowing how unlikely their plan to meet with the leadership would have been. Still, they'd rather have an awkward parlay than lay siege to the base with the two of ...

A door from the basement flew open and filled the mostly empty dining room with tired groans echoing from below. They were muddied, talking over one another, but none of them sounded very accomplished or satisfied. Lana stepped up through the doorway, shaking a bit of dust off her shoulders and ...

The construction of the Goku’s Plantation marred the goldenrod Tarkan Plains with the stench of death and industry. The clear, tundra air once crisp and clean now grew stagnant with the pungent smell of oppression riding the exhaust of their mechanical production and subjugation. The slave ...

Traits:

Ars Culina - Sacred art of the warmth of the hearth. This discipline is involved in the survival skills that hunt live game and stoke the fires to prepare it. This trait passes on the necessary skills with martial tools and the heart of flame to give its users a destructive edge. They ...

“Perfect timing, friend!” Frances yelped while she watched Ovan bring himself to the table. He looked like the training was going well, he survived and had the energy to make it up the stairs. Most people who go through the Leviathan training pass out on the floor of the dojo their first run through ...

"Why thank you!" I don't get a lot of chances to use it so I get a little nervous sometimes.



It was then her eyes brightened behind her lenses, as if a lightbulb had gone off in her head. "Actually, perhaps you could assist me with something else? I'm searching for someone—an Ovan Hellgate ...

"Oh!"

I hope you don't mind my VSL is rusty.

Frances signed using mostly common letters to spell out her words, but she hoped she got her point across. Rather she misspell a word than misspeak and offend their guests. Being a front line server, Frances found her niche in communications within ...

"Welcome in! Take a seat anywhere and we'll be right with you."

Frances traced the tavern floors toward a table with a family seated at it, sipping tea and lemonade. She unloaded her tray one by one and departed with a smile, twirling the empty tray on the top of her finger. She made her way ...