Battle Hymn of the Republic

Brooke moved to chase after Drysi, but Destiny put a hand on her shoulder. Everyone handles fortunes differently, and none of them were the wrong way. As the Fatecaller explained, Drysi would end up exactly where she needed to be. So Drysi ran, and continued to run as she wound around people objects...

A side-long look on a cocked head signaled Willow’s disbelief in listening to these two Artisans. Then with a roll of her eyes she waved dismissively at the conversation in general. Following Diligence’s gaze down the slope Willow burned Tin and shielded her eyes as she looked back at the Garden. Th...

“So…” Willow began to speak, panting as she collected herself after the excruciating experience. A part of her found an irony in the thought that her magic involved burning metals, and yet she hated heat. Getting burnt? The worst. She’d rather get a cut than a burn. Stowing her pride now that the em...

“Then yield!” Willow barked at Noble. “I’m here to help the both o’ ya, so stow the thanks.” Then she turned her attention to Diligence. Under any other circumstances, such as the world not about to end and a man not about to die, Willow would have been rooting for Diligence; and in fact she felt li...

“I’m terrible at charades,” Willow muttered as she cocked her head at the retreating faerie. Best she could figure, the little sprite was telling her shit was going down and her clock was running out. Or in other words, pitter patter. The momentary confusion burned away with the heat of Willow’s me...

“Nuts to that,” Willow chimed in as she turned to Creative. “I’ve heard just about enough of folk saying what we’re doing doesn’t matter, since everything is jus’ gonna end. But hey! [/b] At least it all starts over again! Nah! Nuts to that! People live here! They have lives here. They have made fam...

Smart would find herself standing eye to eye with Willow well within the Artisan’s personal space. The Briton had begun moving shortly after the first rock struck Creative, and once a boulder came into play she picked up the pace. Now, mere inches away, she squared off. All of her Brass and Zinc fla...

A sharp whistle sounded following Smart’s rebuke as an auburn streak of light darted into the ground by the Artisans. It had been one of Willow’s Bronze bearings, but the whistle had come from Willow herself as she pulled herself towards the bearing; descending towards the group of demi-gods in what...

All Willow could do was look incredulously at Mister Caxton. Mouth agape, the teen squinted as she looked out across the vista; her face easily showing that she was genuinely trying to wrap her head around the situation. Every time there was some new development that she needed to deal with she thou...

“Uh, but… Caxton!?” Willow called after the man as she hesitated; looking between the retreating forms of her instructor and Diligence. After one last look at the two Artisans, Willow grumbled before hustling after Percy. Catching up in short order the Brit fell into step with the alchemist. “Um, re...