Battle Hymn of the Republic

Aulan blinked her eyes, the tears spilling off of her cheeks onto the Spriggans below her. Those words seem to give her a measure of hope, but the anguish that crept behind her eyes were washed away in a wave of confusion. "This can't happen unless the font has died," Aulan insisted, her eyes traded...

Aulan had inherited a lot of things from her parents, her mother's hair, her father's horns, but she seemed to lack their energetic zest. Where Aurus would have struck out against the taunting, she simmered. Where Zulan would have stood and admonished them both for their lack of control, her divine ...

Jane's Spriggan began shaking its wooden head as it was tugged off the horse, its brethren watched in wide-eyed awe as she placed him in one of her larger pockets. A moment passed when it seemed as though all eyes were on the gunslinger. One of the Spriggans, roughly brambly and fatly circular in sh...

Tulan stared blankly at Ruarc, silent at his word, but attentive that he spoke to her. Her eyes were lost in the distance, but her line of sight passed through him somewhere, that much he could make out through her thick glasses. The small construct's face bunched up in the first reflection of emoti...

As if they had been directly commanded, the Spriggans that surrounded the former battlefield broke away. The thin line that surrounded the mages eventually began to swell as more of the wooden creatures lumbered out of the woods, their glowing eyes bouncing up and down over the grassy knolls into t...

The tantrum sealed itself in the girl's cheeks, orange as apples with all the contained fire. Her hateful gaze waned as she was scolded, and the withdrawn heat was taken from her body in a way that made it seem as thought a bucket of water had been dropped over her head. Like before, a humid plume o...

The girl fell, dirt crunching under the plates that formed around her body. On contact with the ground, molten orange lines webbed from the creases in her armor as she let out an angry snarl at being dropped. A plume of steam began to form at her head as she visibly cooled, the pipes affixed to her ...

Eryl's eyes reopened in their brilliant blue way. "My dear archebusier, hoisting a mage is one thing--..." The orb gave a stony pop as Jane split the artifact open with her twist. "... Oh my." Janes arms began to become filled with light as the object melted in her hand, and that light began to gain...

Eryl had been in the process of recovering some of her dignity, pulling her hair back, straightening her clothing, and settling her staff into one of the stirrups. She had the appearance of a practiced rider, with a somewhat Victorian grace to her, with a similar Victorian desire not to seem too rag...

On closer inspection of the tool, Miyuki found that Maelstrom appeared very similar in craft and make as the silvered wand she had pulled from her own wound. The moment her fingers touched the shaft, the dark iron began to peel off like birch bark, revealing a similar silvered finish. With no battle...