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The Good Life: The Prey (ch. 92)

Things had deviated from his plans rather significantly, Silco mused as he lounged in his seat at the half cog of the Council. He had joined the Council with certain… preconceived notions. Notions that he hadn't truly been aware of until he had been formally inducted into the Council of Piltove...

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The Good Life: The Hunt (ch. 91)

It was pretty simple to edit memories with my power now, but only because of the tools that I had developed along the way. 

The serum that flowed through my veins, which had catapulted me to heights that I'm not sure I could have ever reached on my own, was one aspect of why it was so ...

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The Good Life: The Wolf (ch. 90)

“You never struck me as the type to get married,” Robin noted, raising a cynical brow and her gaze became rather pointed. Ah, she was jealous ~! It was actually pretty cute to see. Her arms were crossed, her hips were locked and there was a dangerous tilt of her head that told me I was in View Post

The Good Life: The Fox (ch. 89)

Mel Medarda had come to the city of Piltover as a fifteen year old girl, banished from Noxus and her family because she wasn't the daughter that her mother wanted. She was a Fox, as her mother called her. One prone to actually thinking things through, utilizing diplomacy, and building up their ec...

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Legends Never Die: Rolling Momentum (ch. 124)

It had been roughly eight months since I had assumed the mantle of King, and thus far, I had met my own expectations. Though there was of course resistance to the new practices and reforms that I implemented. More resistance than I would have liked, but still less than what I had prepared myself ...

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Legends Never Die: Grasping Ambitions (ch. 123)

“Five generations! Five generations! Those lands belonged to my family since the time of my great-great-great-grandfather, and I won't let some jumped up farmer take what is mine by right!” Came a loud voice with thunderous wrath through the door of their makeshift home on t...

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Legends Never Die: Sparks of Creation (ch. 122)

There was no song more beautiful than that of a forge at work. Of hot metal being pounded into shape with the swing of a hammer. It was that melody that guided him as he made the iron sing, sparks flying with every impact as the ‘ting’ echoed out across the workshop. A low hum rumbled in his ...

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Legends Never Die: The Ripples of Change (ch. 121)

“Hjalmar. That means helmeted warrior, aye? So… where's your helmet?” It took every ounce of willpower and a quick prayer to the gods to stop Hjalmar’s eyes from rolling right out of his head. That, and the fact that he was already utterly exhausted. Sweat dripped into his eyes and down h...

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Announcement: Taking off next week for my birthday

Hello everyone, I'm letting you all know that I will be taking off next week for my birthday, so there will be no uploads between the 13th and the 20th. We will be back on the 21st with Best of Intentions and A Golden Path.

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Best of Intentions: Ain't No Rest For The Wicked (ch. 24)

It wasn't often that Ada found herself impressed, but it was hard not to be when Rude presented to them what he called a ‘Veil’. 

“This here doodad is something I whipped up to aid in our infiltration of Rockfort Island,” Rude informed, reaching up to behind his ear and pressin...

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A Golden Path: Foundation 2.12 (ch. 21)

The fickleness of lords was a fascinating thing to witness, Rickard Stark thought to himself as he gazed out at the celebration that carried long into the night and showed no signs of slowing down. Since Paul was presented to the court of the North, he had been an outsider. Someone… Other. He w...

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Best of Intentions: Fatlip (ch. 23)

As it turned out, it was kinda… ludicrously easy to build a secret shadow organization. Like, it was downright worrying how easy it was. It had me thinking about my old life in my old world -- and how those conspiracy nuts might have been onto something when they ranted and raved about the Illu...

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A Golden Path: Foundation 2.11 (ch. 20)

Answers. At long last, they felt like they were in the cusp of his hand -- all he had to do was reach out and grab them. The questions that plagued him every waking hour of the day as he tried to make sense of his senseless dreams… Rhaegar wasn't aware how desperately he wanted those answers un...

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The Good Life: The Hunt (ch. 90)

It was pretty simple to edit memories with my power now, but only because of the tools that I had developed along the way. 

The serum that flowed through my veins, which had catapulted me to heights that I'm not sure I could have ever reached on my own, was one aspect of why it was so ...

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The Good Life: The Wolf (ch. 90)

“You never struck me as the type to get married,” Robin noted, raising a cynical brow and her gaze became rather pointed. Ah, she was jealous ~! It was actually pretty cute to see. Her arms were crossed, her hips were locked and there was a dangerous tilt of her head that told me I was in View Post

The Good Life: The Fox (ch. 89)

Mel Medarda had come to the city of Piltover as a fifteen year old girl, banished from Noxus and her family because she wasn't the daughter that her mother wanted. She was a Fox, as her mother called her. One prone to actually thinking things through, utilizing diplomacy, and building up their ec...

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The Good Life: Consequences (ch. 88)

Pain. It drew Cinder out of her slumber slowly -- a dull, radiating ache that seemed to cover the entirety of her body and grew stronger and harder to ignore as she became aware of it. Time was a haze that had no meaning, and even as she awoke Cinder could feel sleep trying to reclaim her. It was...

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Legends Never Die: Grasping Ambition (ch. 123)

“Five generations! Five generations! Those lands belonged to my family since the time of my great-great-great-grandfather, and I won't let some jumped up farmer take what is mine by right!” Came a loud voice with thunderous wrath through the door of their makeshift home on t...

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Legends Never Die: Sparks of Creation (ch. 122)

There was no song more beautiful than that of a forge at work. Of hot metal being pounded into shape with the swing of a hammer. It was that melody that guided him as he made the iron sing, sparks flying with every impact as the ‘ting’ echoed out across the workshop. A low hum rumbled in his ...

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Legends Never Die: The Ripples of Change (ch. 121)

“Hjalmar. That means helmeted warrior, aye? So… where's your helmet?” It took every ounce of willpower and a quick prayer to the gods to stop Hjalmar’s eyes from rolling right out of his head. That, and the fact that he was already utterly exhausted. Sweat dripped into his eyes and down h...

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Legends Never Die: Tide of Change (ch. 120)

I had decided on building a new capital from scratch early on in my plans to build an empire. The island of Sjaelland was perfectly located for that goal. There were two other locations that I had considered before settling on Sjaelland -- Gotland and Åland, both were more centralized in the hea...

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Idea-Pile Interest Poll

The Idea Pile has been living up to its name, and the pile has gotten pretty high by this point. While I would like to write them all out, I do need to focus my efforts on the ones that are the strongest candidates to fill a slot in my rotation when one opens up. I've been working on the Going Na...

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A Golden Path: Foundation 2.12 (ch. 21)

There was a mix-up last week where I forgot to put a chapter I had written in my folder for this story, and as a result, AGP had chapters a week ahead of what was supposed to be out. I fixed the error pretty quickly, but it might not have been quick enough for some of you. So, if the chap...

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Best of Intentions: Fatlip (ch. 23)

As it turned out, it was kinda… ludicrously easy to build a secret shadow organization. Like, it was downright worrying how easy it was. It had me thinking about my old life in my old world -- and how those conspiracy nuts might have been onto something when they ranted and raved about the Illu...

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A Golden Path: Foundation 2.11 (ch. 20)

There was a mix-up last week where I forgot to put a chapter I had written in my folder for this story, and as a result, AGP had chapters a week ahead of what was supposed to be out. I fixed the error pretty quickly, but it might not have been quick enough for some of you. So, if the chap...

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Best of Intentions: In Too Deep (ch. 22)

Hot water flowed over me, washing off what felt like gallons of sweat, smoke, blood, and grime. The water had flowed black at my feet from the gunk that had gathered on me over the course of the single longest day in history, and it had long since cleared up. The hotel water pumps had plenty of w...

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The Good Life: The Wolf (ch. 90)

“You never struck me as the type to get married,” Robin noted, raising a cynical eyebrow and her gaze was rather pointed. Ah, she was jealous ~! It was actually pretty cute to see. Her arms were crossed, her hips were locked and there was a dangerous tilt of her head that told me I was in tro...

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The Good Life: The Fox (ch. 89)

Mel Medarda had come to the city of Piltover as a fifteen year old girl, banished from Noxus and her family because she wasn't the daughter that her mother wanted. She was a Fox, as her mother called her. One prone to actually thinking things through, utilizing diplomacy, and building up their ec...

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The Good Life: Consequences (ch. 88)

Pain. It drew Cinder out of her slumber slowly -- a dull, radiating ache that seemed to cover the entirety of her body and grew stronger and harder to ignore as she became aware of it. Time was a haze that had no meaning, and even as she awoke Cinder could feel sleep trying to reclaim her. It was...

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The Good Life: Freedom (ch. 87)

Prison wasn't that bad once you got used to it. The thought felt heretical compared to how she felt when she first arrived. The grime and mold covered concrete walls and floor with the iron bars over too small cells had felt suffocating. Maddening. She hadn't realized it then, but that was part o...

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