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Zorzal and Molt have both been poisoned. Diabo escaped by chance and luck.

"My prince," Bouro rasped from his hidden spot amongst the bushes. "I have… concerns regarding your brother's sincerity." "Oh? You think my brother is a schemer?" Zorzal laughed, uncaring if he was overheard, sitting 'alone' in his palace garden. "Next I suppose you shall tell me you fear that...

M110 SASS is a mass produced AR-10 variant, used as a sniper rifle. I had a discussion on a discord server, that argued that because the company produced them in bulk, it might be possible to get a cheap, high quality Assault rifle from the company that makes them. Or just some decent sniper...

A.N. First off, sorry for this taking so long. Exams, school, etc. On top of that, I forgot that I had a backlog for this story. Still writing a new chapter, but this one should have been posted over a week ago. Enjoy! Giselle gave a sigh of contentment as she rested on the rooftop, her wings...

It was a joke about herding cats. Tara made another, related joke, about catfolk being part of the Long Patrol. Herding Cats: An idiom denoting a futile attempt to control or organize a class of entities which are inherently uncontrollable—as in the difficulty of attempting to command...

A.N. School eats up a lot of time and energy, especially papers. Richard's chest heaved with each breath, and the blade in his hand wobbled as he held it in a defensive position in front of his chest. His legs ached and shook as sweat rolled off his face in thick drops to land near his feet...

The caravan, coming from the East and just outside the borders of Sadera, came to a halt as they sighted the riders. The Order of the Rose, in full plate, barrelled down on them. Alongside rode members of the Emperor's Guard. The caravan master took a deep breath to settle his nerves before he...

"What happened, sister?" Tara demanded the moment the MPs guarding the hospital room permitted her entrance, Richard waiting outside for the moment. "Are you safe?" Tyuule's several moments of silence sent icy tendrils to wrap around Tara's heart. "She didn't harm me," Tyuule finally said...

The fire crackled as a servant added more wood to it. Roast animals were slowly turned above the flames, the centrepieces for the feast Diabo was throwing. He could, through the corner of his eye, see the way Zorzal was eyeing it, nearly watering at the mouth. It settled Diabo's nerves. His...

Ugh, ch 75 fought me. As did the Humanity's Illusion chapter I am posting today. Sorry for the slow rate of updates. With a groan, Pina collapsed into a chair, finally free of the negotiations with NATO, safe in the Jade Palace, her private estate. After weeks of negotiations, her job was done...

Oh, oh that's good. My compliments to you for the joke/pun.

He slept with Panache, several times, apparently.

Despite being out of it for some time, thanks to Exams, I have also been able to write an update for LI, so here is a chapter from the backlog. Merry Christmas, for the little bit of the day that is left. The first night back in the Imperial City, Zorzal felt restless. He found it hard to...

Radya watched as the Long Patrol, riding NATO machines, returned to Alnus. She scoffed. So much for Sir Richard, already off playing noble with the Empire. The rows of trucks, filled with soldiers, stopped just outside of the town. Radya frowned as she saw supplies brought out to the trucks...

Gate is a bit small for that. The Saderan's shock would be amusing though, yes.

Zufmuut's rival is Emroy, and to a political extent, Hardy. Sol was bound more as a matter of checking his ambitions, after his conditional surrender, than because of any real danger.

A.N. No jokes about the number, please. Not that kind of story. "I am surprised, brother," Diabo said, reclining aboard Zorzal's carriage, facing his brother. "That you are not more… upset at father taking your trophy." Zorzal merely grunted, staring at the half-empty goblet in his hands...

Molt is already aware that Richard isn't high enough to bring Canada into the Empire. At most, he might think it could seal an alliance with Alnus under NATO, or be used to bring the Empire into NATO, lacking information on how nations join. But Molt is also smart enough to recognise he is...

Despite the heightened security, the party continued. Richard found the anachronistic mix of events amusing, though he would have been fine not participating in the 'hunt' that the count had arranged, where prey animals local to Falmart were chased through a garden, boxed in by walls that...

Prince Zorzal, eldest child of Molt Sol Augustus, Propraetor Bellatrix Lepus Terra, and who, in his mind, should be crown prince, fumed. Despite the front he put on and the mask he wore, he was angry. Furious. His father stole his prize, won fairly in war, to placate NATO. As if they were the...