Tales of Steam and Sorcery:
"Warren!" She shouted, channelling more and more energy into the spell she had cast. She heard the young man tinkering away anxiously with his device, trying desperately to get it to work. "I'm hurrying! I'm hurrying!" He shouted back, sweating bullets and his mind raced through the schematics he'd drawn up barely a month ago. "It should be working! I don't understand!" Her hand were thrust forward, a thick beam of dark purple Arcane Energy streaming out of each one, forming a solid wall that kept a being of terrible power trapped and immobile... Or so she hoped. "Well hurry faster!" She screamed, feeling the strain quickly wearing away her endurance. Her eyes went wide n horror and she saw cracks form the Arcane Wall she was projecting. She was putting everything she had into the spell — no-one should be able to break it! Not so soon! "I've got it! I've got it! Circe, I've got it!" He said, excitedly, as the man-sized cannon made a series of loud clunking noises. "Then fire!" She screamed, her breath ragged. She saw a hand pressing up against the last few layers of the Wall, creating more and more cracks throughout it. "Fire! Fire! FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS, WARREN, SHOOT!" She wasn't sure what happened next, exactly, but she quickly found herself on the floor, her ears ringing, her lungs and eyes stinging, and her whole body hurting. She coughed and slowly sat up, trying in vain to see through the thick cloud of smoke that had filled the room. "Warren?" She coughed, trying to wave the smoke away. "Warren? You there?" She felt a cold breath on the back of her neck, and a terrible voice whispered in her ear. " Did you really think it would be that easy? "
Acetus, Circite Capitol. Day 1, early morning Circe Aentus awoke with a start and immediately sat up. Oh... She thought, with a sigh of relief. Just a dream... She reluctantly crawled out of bed and headed for the bathroom, tossing her nightgown - drenched in a cold sweat - aside to be washed later. So it's going to be one of THOSE days, is it? She thought bitterly. What else is new?
Weist town, Border. Day 1, morning "Rebecca! Rebecca!" He shouted, dashing through the near-deserted streets of the little town. It was one of the largest on the Border, but compared to Acetus or Takei, it was tiny. Weston Centrich, 16-year-old inventor, mechanic and idealist extraordinaire, skidded to a halt in front of his friend's house and started pounding on the door. "Come on! Come on! I know you're in there!" He said, eagerly. "I think I've done it, this time! I know it!" This was not the first time he'd come pounding on her door in the wee hours of the morning, and it probably wouldn't be the last. "Rebecca! Come on! Wake up! Selia's waiting!" He said. Were he any younger, he would be jumping up and down. As it was, he was fidgeting quite a bit just waiting for her. Given that Rebecca Weistrand had been inventing this sort of thing much longer than he had, he looked to her as a sort of mentor, and she sometimes found him inadvertently repeating steps she had already taken in the past. Nevertheless, his creations were often intuitive, if a bit unusual, at times. "Rebecca? You're there, aren't you?"
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Takei - Anilix - Morning Aileen held her breath as with practiced ease the thin brush drew on the finer details of today's body paint. Every day, before setting out into the world from her home, Aileen complemented the dark tattoos on her skin with personalized etchings, runes and drawings on her tan skin. The tattoos represented the most immutable aspects of her life. Her name, her ancestry, her tribe, her culture, her nature and her rank as a Sorceress. The body paint were things which came and went with time, the seasons, the rise and set of the sun. When her proclamation for the day was finally finished and dry, Aileen allowed herself to smile slightly... something she had barely done since arriving at this wretched city. Still, she must steel her heart and continue on with her work. She dressed lightly, as she usually did, and grabbed at her staff as she walked towards the door. After that, it was a short walk until she reached the park.
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