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Protagonists are by their very definition, special people who are the focus of their stories. Besides that, most of what you've described...
Chapter Twenty: Overwhelming
When Valerian saw his opponent he could not help but think of the more stereotypical depictions of arcanists he had read growing up. Tireneal Reed fit them to his ‘T’. He was gaunt, sickly and pale. His eyes were red, appearing bloodshot at first but on closer...
Chapter Nineteen: Grim Prospects
Allard looked at him appraisingly before answering. “The how is something very few understand but I can tell you of the necessary conditions for it. The first is to have daemonic ancestry and a very strong blood tie at that. The second is to have very potent...
Chapter Eighteen: Innate Phantasm II
Tirenael Reed surveyed the fighting platform, delighting in the chaos that had been unleashed. Below, a mighty behemoth raged. Fifteen metres tall and built sturdier than a marble obelisk, the armoured spectre tore through everything in its path, guided...
Chapter Seventeen: Innate Phantasm
Water overcomes fire. Earth overcomes water. Wood overcomes earth. Metal overcomes wood. Fire overcomes metal.
That was the order of the primary elemental circle. It was something that popped into Dorian Veldt’s mind the moment he saw that damned...
Chapter Sixteen: A Hateful Bow
I lost. I lost so shamefully.
Those were the words that kept echoing in Valerian’s head. He was still in shock. When the referee called the match, he meekly went home, ignoring all of the platitudes that were offered him by his family and well-wishers. He...
BK II, Chapter 15: The Exhibition
Ignoring the reactions of the crowd, the Viscount began to speak again. “What you see before you is a sign of new growth. Thus far, the changes have been varied and without a set form, making it clear that this is just the beginning and that there’s more to...
Chapter Fourteen: Steelborn Affairs
The finals were to begin. The Zebre was nearing its end. Every category had completed its group stages and now all that was left was to discover the true winners. The best combatants and their respective rankings. The day before the runner-ups from the...
Threadmarks: BK II, Chapter 13: Scattering The Clouds
Chapter Thirteen: Scattering The Clouds
The judges of the Zebre were a queer sort. They were all ancient. The youngest was nearly four hundred. True, very few had beards but you don’t really need a beard to be old and the other one’s overly long moustache pretty much doubled as one.
They...
Chapter Twelve: A Sporty Wager II
The wind swirled without warning causing everyone to look up. They didn’t have to look far. The commotion was happening only fifty metres above the fighting platform. The more essence sensitive had a slight edge over their contemporaries. They could sense...
Chapter Eleven: A Sporty Wager I
A few thousand years ago there were no DriftClouds. At the very least, their line had not been established yet. However, a young mercenary would make a discovery in the forgotten ruins of an ancient cultivators’ sect and in doing so, open the doors to becoming...
Chapter Ten: The Wind Borne Cloud
The next couple of days were very quiet and awkward in the magistrate's household. Valerian tried not to pay it too much attention. He was still a contestant in the Zebre and there was only one more match before the finals – his. He had no time for other...
Chapter Nine: Confrontation
"I never thought you would disappoint me as much as you have right now, Valerian", his grandfather told him. "Did you honestly think I would never find out?"
Valerian just looked at him refusing to reply. Richard and the others had already disappeared into the...
Chapter Eight: Conclusions
Blake came spinning at a surprised Valerian. However, Valerian did not remain stunned for long. Collecting himself, he raised his mace as if about to cast a spell but at the last second, he leapt to the side instead. Tornado Blake turned and followed causing a...
Chapter Seven: Wind Borne Troubles
In a special, roofless viewers' box in the Steelborn Arena.
William Steelborn, Viscount of Cragsveil, turned to his brother. "So that is Valan's boy!" "Not what I expected."
James glanced away from the fighting platform to look at his brother. "I...
Chapter Six: It begins
The Steelborn Arena. Roland's Bowl. The Home of Champions. The lure of the city. It had many titles, all of them true epithets of its greatness. Commissioned by the former viscount, Roland Steelborn, it was perhaps the grandest structure in the entire city. The most...
Chapter Five: The Zebre
Cragsveil was charged with energy. The entire viscounty was filled with a certain joy and spirit. The Zebre had come. The Zebre is a festival held once a year over a two-week period in pretty much every town or city of the plains folk. In the eye of most, it is one of...
Chapter Four: Motives and Drives
The Veldt were one of the old noble clans of the dales. In fact, they still held a barony in Cragsveil. However, they had never been satisfied with that and thus, they conspired for the viscounty. It took years of planning but they finally succeeded in making...
Chapter Three: The Steel Truth II
It was a riveting story, a piece of Steelborn oral tradition that had been passed down for generations and the magistrate was an exceptional storyteller. He was able to weave a tale so entrancing whilst pointing at the murals, that he seemed to bring them to...