Blair J Allan
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NOVUS - An Echo of Whispers
The jetties lobby is a cacophony of stubborn individuals arguing and shouting amongst the blaring sound of the emergency sirens. The displaywrap, a micro thin photon emitting screen that wraps every wall, floor and ceiling is no longer an on-demand screen access, sign board, information portal, light source or even a canvas to show draw-dropping landscapes. Instead, red arrows and pulsing lights flow orderly along the floors and walls towards the emergency exits. “For fucksake, I can’t even hear myself think!” The local sirens seize and the displaywrap resets itself at command from William’s thinkpiece. “Everyone!” he shouts. “Either go home or get out of sight!”
By Blair J Allanabout 5 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 5 hours ago in Fiction
NOVUS - An Echo of Whispers
The forest is tranquil, it is always quiet and peaceful. William Qwey prefers this secluded woodland. It is 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 is fitting, as this forest is much further a reach from his home of Strathtown than any other. It is 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 is only the faint ambience of a nearby stream trickling with the occasional chirping of birds from the canopy above.
By Blair J Allanabout 5 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
