I wouldn’t have given any thought to the man if I’d seen him on the street—brown haired, shorter than average, wearing red sweatpants and a white t-shirt that advertised a brand of pop.
I might have had a question about the sweatpants. They had stains.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Jaclyn and the final mobile Cabal soldier. Somewhere in the middle of our fight, she and the Cabal soldier had stopped facing off and started fighting. Continue reading If Found, Please Return: Part 1
Urin dropped it into my hand. The outside felt as smooth as it looked and I felt a prickle of energy.
I considered trying to interact with it more, but I wasn’t skilled enough with anything Artificer-related to do it casually.
Looking up from it, I asked, “What is it? Do you know who made it?”
Glancing up from my hand with a frown, he said, “I was hoping for more of a reaction from it. Very well. I don’t know anything for sure, but my assumption when I got it was that either the Abominators made it or that it had been made by the Artificers and found by the Abominators. It was supposed to help find the Artificers’ creations.” Continue reading Before Midnight: Part 8
Around us, reality changed.
We, and this we meant not just Uri and me, but also the rest of the team, now stood in a room with the same marble, the same forest on one side, and the same beach and ocean on the other.
In addition, new people were also in the room—guards who dressed in suits and wore guns, guards whose armor and weapons would have been at home on the cover of a Dungeons and Dragons rule book, and people with a mixture of the two styles—plate mail, a sword, and an automatic rifle for example.
It felt different too. Continue reading Before Midnight: Part 7