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Descendants #107 – Loki’s Game Chp. 1

“What did you do?” Vorpal demanded from atop the ancient tower she suddenly found herself on.

“Why do you think this was me?” Warrick shot back. He was standing on the wall adjoining said tower—no armor, no armbands he used to summon Isp and Osp, no chain-link belt—No metal at all. He was wearing only the black togs and Zorro-style bandanna over the top half of his face.

Vorpal leapt nimbly down from the tower to the wall. She was wearing her combat outfit, complete with her cowl. “Because th...

Descendants #105 – Foreign Relations Chp. 5

“Bet our president wouldn’t be part of a super-strike force against magical jackasses,” Tammy mused aloud as she, President Esteban-Vega, and Tink strode toward the main gates of Mara Sangua. “Are you the coolest world leader, or does Queen Charlotte fight aliens in another dimension on the weekends?”

She was practically skipping around her two relatively silent teammates, occasionally checking the shaped iron bars strapped to her wrists to make sure she was able to fight at the moment’s noti...

The Descendants Will Return… 5/13

I’ll write a longer apology for my long absence at a later date, but right now the important thing is I’m back in action. Descendants will start updating this coming Sunday starting with the end of Foreign Relations.

 

Thank you all for your pateince with me through this trying time.

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Oh Vaal, Where Art Thou? (where I’ve been)

I’m sure you’ve all been wondering what the hell is going on with updates to the site this month.

 

Short story: I’ve been recovering from a nasty flu without really any opportunity to recover at all with my job.

 

Long story: I work for one of the dumbest companies on Earth. So basically, my schedule got changed so I no longer have two days in a row off. If you’ve ever worked this schedule, you know that it lets you get nothing done and you have no time to relax.

The reason for this was told...

Descendants #105 – Foreign Relations Chp. 4

Reaching the Mara Sangua was easier said than done. After a decade, the soil treatments inside the plantation still kept the jungle from reclaiming it, but there were no such protections for the road leading to it. Ten miles out, and the APC could carry them no further.

“We need to stay to the road—or what’s left of it,” stated the President, as they followed remnant of the road. It was mostly now marked by a lack of trees and a wealth of low-growing plant life that was wide enough to cause a...

Descendants #105 – Foreign Relations Chp. 3

A steady rain was pattering down by the time the military APC reached the site of the attack.

An elderly electric bus had run off the road and stuck a tree. It’s rear doors had been left open and the rain was turning the dirt road around it into mud. Bluish blood mixed with it was one of the three soldiers President Esteban-Vega brought with her crouched over the body of one of the small gray-furred creatures—korrigan–that had pursued the Descendants in the Lost World.

“Shot by the bus driver...

Descendants #105 – Foreign Relations Chp. 2

“You have to admit that they’re better than one might expect,” Juniper was saying as she and Melissa were being hustled down hospital corridors by a pair of men in suits.

Melissa glared aside at her. “Are you actually trying to look on the bright side and the best you can come up with is that our hospital gowns are higher quality than normal?”

“Well yeah. All things considered… that they don’t open in the back is the best thing I can come up with.”

One of the suits snorted and therefore earne...

The money was too good. I got stupid.

So I’ve accepted a commission to write a short story for a fan of Rune Breaker. I can’t go into detail, but it’s 20k words and I have to have it delivered by Christmas.

That means no update this week and possibly next depending on when I get done. Normally, I politely refuse commissions because they’re usually $20 for again 20k or more words, but let’s just say someone is paying for my friends’ Christmas presents so I write theirs. Couldn’t say no with a car payment and way too expensive insu...

Descendants #105 – Foreign Relations Chp. 1

The long, drawn out squeak from what might have been freshly squeaky hinges woke Lisa.

Before she could do much to react, someone started speaking in Spanish. “I have her results. I’m not quite sure what to make of them.” The speaker was male and young, no older than early twenties from what she could tell.

An older female voice spoke from nearby—her bedside? Lisa didn’t remember going to bed. In fat, she remember her last rest involved trying to get comfortable on a pile of grass. “I expecte...

The Descendants #104 – VIRAL Chp.5

The Angel dropped into the alley where Viral went down. Brick and the twisted metal remains of the fire escape littered the area, pilled up in drifts of rubble. She folded her wings and dismissed her glaive, rushing forward to look for her fallen for—and more importantly its host.

Black heat leapt from her hands to encapsulate bricks and reduce their weight enough for her to quickly and easily toss them aside.

Moments later, Vamanos arrived, skidding to a stop when she found herself face-to-f...