The Mook Maker, Chapter 66: From Bed to Worse
I learned to dread the nightmares that came back to haunt me each time I tried to close my eyes, filled with the vague flashing images of the traumatic scenes that had transpired to this point. It made me wake up in fright, my heart pumping, with no...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 67: One In Pain
At first glance, it wasn't a bad deal. While I was admittedly entirely inexperienced in the true intricacies of grand diplomacy, and would seriously struggle should any written agreement be presented, the actual terms offered were very...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 68: Signed In Blood
The shrine was quiet. I waited for a brief moment, wondering whether the disembodied voice of the self-professed goddess would manifest itself once more, or whether any magical wards would activate immediately upon its disappearance, but...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 69: Viridian Dominions Unbound
Choices. They weren't getting any easier. I was, once again, put in front of a choice that would affect me and mine for the days to come. Weeks, months, years, in fact, but trapped in another world and confronted with problems I would...
The Mook Maker, Interlude 16: The Damned
Ari looked at the shrine. Statues of the old gods were damaged, desecrated, mostly shattered. Only the traces of the paint on some pieces had suggested what they once were, but they, too, were nothing more than the rubble that still bore the...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 65: Blessed Are The Ignorant
There was something wrong. Something changed, at the very least, in quite an unexpected, indescribable way. My previous experiences quickly taught me that all changes have terrible, sometimes even catastrophic...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 62: Draining Conclusions
I still have no clear idea why the humans turned on each other. "Quick! Try to shield them!" I shouted, pointing at the spot where the unit of human riders fell under the volley of arrows, apparently from their comrades, and where Narita...
The Mook Maker, Interlude 13: The Landlord
Viceroy Gam Youngjae was furious. The blood thumped in his ears, and his heart paced, but he didn't let any of that show on his face, even for a short moment. Youngjae didn't consider himself suicidally brave, he even despised those who...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 63: The Hangover
It was quite a rough awakening. Not the usual kind. Typically, bad mornings involved splitting headaches, mild memory loss about the night spent drinking, dizziness, upset stomach, or perhaps just crippling tiredness from...
The Mook Maker, Interlude 14: The Landlord
Viceroy Gam Youngjae disdained the foolish and the brave, whatever small distinction lay between the two. He, however, had been forced to take a risk and refuse the Spirit's offer to protect his holdings should the Jin army make their way to...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 61: Wind of Change
It seemed simple. My girls had been returned to me Fifteen 'Eviscerators' and nine 'Purifiers' that had been 'sealed' during our ongoing fight with the natives, all accounted for. Only Ekaterina, the...
The Mook Maker, Chapter 64: Before We Reap the Fruits
I stepped out of the portal. The small 'Displacer' still held my hand, while she guided me through the shifting rift of collapsing space and carried me there when I wished for quiet time to rest and think, leaving the busy stronghold behind,...