Cayden Wilde in Calling the Shots - Final Episode

If i were to be turned into a werewolf, i’d be stronger, faster and have sharper senses to find out who this ‘artificer’ is.” cayden shook his head and lifted a paw. “kid, that’s a business for the police. i don’t give a rat’s ass who this artificer is.

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Carim

He was an artificer, a master of the druidic techniques that fused technology with magic. creating and maintaining these technologies was his stock in trade, as it was for the many of the inhabitants of taris.

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The Worrld Beneath (1/3)

During the night the artificer also enjoyed a little bit of vigilantism, and a simple search of a club with a particular dress code gets him embroiled in something far more sinister.

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Light Bane: Chapter 11

The worst they do is change the wave too much for the ship to stray, but i trust the artificer. all we have to do is ride the waves and get to where we go."

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STCM Chapter 1: Fiction?

At the silver talon college of magic, we instruct the next generation of leaders, archmages, and artificers.

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Gaining Guardians

He had bought it from a fellow artificer and it contained plans that would allow him to build not only better weapons for himself but also the others... minus the druid who refused to use such machinations.

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Changing Fates, Chapter Three

After moving a few hundred meters, Chi ducked into a restroom. Amazingly, there was still some water left in the pipes, and she used the rest of that to clean off herself and some of the possessions that she brought with her. On the wall was a very...

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Changing Fates, Chapter Two

6 hours before. Alarms screeched and sirens wailed as smoke and sparks filled the corridor. Another hit shook the ship, sending tremors through the hull and almost throwing Chi to the deck plating, barely recovering and maintaining her sprint. Her...

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The dog and the cuttlefish

Saggal did feel air, from the corpses on the battlefields, clogging the lands with darkness, or from the tortured breaths on research facilities, infusing flesh with artifice.

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