Blair J Allan
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NOVUS - An Echo of Whispers
Just like the conduit, the entire ring of the harbor experienced substantially less artificial gravity than the main habitat of Farmore. Being just a seventh and a half of the radius, the generated gravity from the centrifugal spin is only at thirty percent. Convenient for transporting heavy goods and cargo within the bustling trade hub, but a serious trip hazard for anyone unfamiliar with the change in terminal velocity. William however, is well weathered to such changes.
By Blair J Allanabout 7 hours ago in Fiction
NOVUS - An Echo of Whispers
The atmosphere within the cabin is surprisingly still. Wvyman and his mercenaries stood rock steady as if it is just another regular day. Just another exercise that Wvyman would put them through on a routinely basis. Even Agna seemed to maintain a sense of ease as she cradles Tassy with both arms in an attempt to stop her from chewing an exposed strap draping down from a storage unit. But William found himself continuing to ponder, it didn’t make sense. Why are they here of all places? What do they want? Perhaps it was one of the refugees. Perhaps one of them is a prominent Union official that had managed to flee. “Wvyman. You said it’s the same forces that attacked Ceres, how many?”
By Blair J Allanabout 7 hours ago in Fiction
NOVUS - An Echo of Whispers
The forest was tranquil, it was always quiet and peaceful. William Qwey always prefers to spend every second afternoon exploring this secluded woodland. It was named the Vessian Forest in honor of his grandfather, Vessian Qwey. The man who had carried his family here from their distant ancestral homeland on the back of his success. It was fitting, as this forest was much further a reach from his home of Strathtown than any other. It was a further reach from any town, really. A perfect place to wander, a perfect place to escape the rambunctious noise of the modern world. There was only the faint ambience of a nearby stream trickling with the occasional chirping of birds from the canopy above.
By Blair J Allanabout 7 hours ago in Fiction
DRAAILA'S WAY
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, but Yuin insisted he saw one like the stories from their childhood. An oil which stung like a thousand wasps dribbled from its terrorising jaws as their thunderous strength threw them through the jungle, crashing and snapping, the rugged foliage echoed as it’s shivering hissed roared you still.
By Blair J Allan4 years ago in Fiction
