Rings of Honor

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Chapter Four: Oasis Oasis. A place of fertile land within an arid landscape. The Sparrowhawk, for all of its benefit, was nowhere near to being the Oasis that Akarui proclaimed it to be. It was a darkened steel behemoth surrounded by empty and shifting sands, holding within it three souls. Two that...

Chapter Three: A Friend Yet another day upon his Oasis. Akarui rolled out from the hammock in the back of hangar bay, having fully secured a corner of it and began the process of unpacking his fleeting possessions. A home in progress. The Derelict Carrier, the Sparrowhawk had been battered by yet a...

Chapter Two: A Name The winds of a night long sandstorm had battered the derelict carrier. Such was the nature of the electromagnetic storms, fueled by the strange energies of the Nexus, that large parts of the dunes from the day prior were all but changed. A shifting tapestry of loose sands. Yet, ...

Chapter One: Discovery The sandstorm had only just begun to clear. The viscous winds still whipping the freshly carved sand-dunes into place, molding them like puddy into their final resting place, at least until the next storm rolled through in a few days time. As far as the eye could see, there w...

The soft buzzing against the side of my head is what wakes me. Newly refurbished thanks to one of Shelby's teammates, I don't think I could ever miss an alarm again. Not that I would ever miss this one. The hammock sways back and forth as I drop right down into my boots and pull up the first layer o...

(This story is part of this on-going event: The Remote Incursion ) The Skies over Cadentia had been the site of conflict for over a month and a half. The Southern Star, a virtual battleship flying through the sky, designed to take on nests of Wyvern’s and other supernatural threats that lurk in the ...

The great Cadentian sea of sand was tumultuous and shattered. Dunes moved and replaced old like waves upon the ocean amongst the worst of cyclones. Alone upon this sea of whipped sand was a singular vessel. The old Soviet truck bore down into the sand, its nose dipping deep into the shifting crystal...

It was during the earliest hours of the afternoon, just as many that lived on Kabuki street were commuting back to their places of work from their lunch breaks that Akarui slipped into each other dorms, as well as inside of Sunny Mart. All so he could ensure that his handwritten note could be seen b...

https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/709156424714027029/737073237556723782/Payphone.jpg The payphone at the southern end of Kabuki Street was a welcome relief from the scorching heat of the summer day. This was the kind of day Akarui was thankful the motor pool had several large fans that circula...

The back of the Bronco was not the greatest of places to sleep. Hard on the back and only the bare slim sleeping bag barely managed to keep the cold of the desert from penetrating through. Yet, it was not the cold, or the exhaustion of working upon the fickle fusion engines that Shelby had purchased...

https://i.gyazo.com/ac42c66838aa6ceab6aed5265f8171ca.png Akarui had put off getting a Yukata until it was too late. With little money and even less time, he made his way into Sunny Mart South to purchase one. Of course, the only thing within his budget was cheaply made and even worse, cheaply fitte...

Looking down at his phone, then back up to the motor pool, then back down again Akarui would take a moment. Why was he even nervous? The place smelled like home. Between the random fits of Japanese cursing being strewn about, the occasional wrench clattering against the stones and the scented oil fi...

It wasn’t hard to find ‘home’ again. With the winds rushing off of the docks and into the East, the new arrival was surrounded with the scents of home: ramen, fish, and rice. The greatest tracking device for a delinquent was their nose when their stomach was demanding more food, and considering he h...

The ambient rattling of the metal-framed bus, as well as all of its passengers, had become something of a constant over the long journey from Akarui’s home, to Rhy’din. Bumps in the road causing people to bounce around in their semi-plush seats, a luxury in interdimensional mass transit. From lush r...