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Exiled: At the Gates Exiled: At the GatesExiled: At the Gates by AzraNoxx
The Wazao Estate turned out to be some kind of castle, built in the times when castles were a practical defense measure. The roads leading up to the estate had been repaved into modern roads, but they still held the ancient slopes engineered to make attackers run through death while the defenders laughed from behind fifty-foot high walls and football fields worth of killing fields, fields still clear of any hiding place. The double curtain walls, winding pathways, and rooftops of the estate were festooned with gargoyles and statues of great beasts. Every third statue had conspicuous gems inlaid into the rock, marking it as an expensive magical construct made of living stone and undying vigilance. There were security cameras, magical trip wires, servants with discreetly enchanted steak knives whose supposed purpose was to serve the line of guests refreshments as they waited to be admitted. Kole kept his dismay hidden as he once again put
Exiled: A Special Occasion Exiled: A Special OccasionExiled: A Special Occasion by AzraNoxx
Kole finished toweling his hair dry and pulled his coat on. A second glance in the mirror told him his teeth really were clean. Kole didn’t bother double checking his hands. Getting under his nails and finding all the inconvenient creases had become as easy as cleaning a gun. Kole wandered out into his living room-kitchen area. A brownish red spot on one of the fake tiles near the sink caught his eye. Kole draped his towel over his camp chair and grabbed one of the napkins he’d helped himself to at Joey Joe’s. He bent over and scrubbed the spot off his tile. Kole was glad he’d noticed. Any kind of blood sets horribly if it’s left alone. The dirty napkin went in the grocery sack filled with balled up and bloody napkins. Kole dismissed the bulging sack from his mind. He’d expected it to be a bit messy. At least he hadn’t gotten much on the carpet.
The InvestigationThe InvestigationThe Investigation by AzraNoxx
“What do you mean, don’t investigate him?!” Sandy slammed his hands on the desk. “Why put me on the task force and then tell me not to investigate our first real lead in years?”
“Calm down Sandy, you’re making me look bad,” Sargent Nava hissed at the sand elf. “As disrespectful as he is, Officer Sed does have something of a point, Sir,” the orc said more loudly, facing Chief Rhidnar who watched the two of them with an infuriating calmness.
“Allow me to reiterate then. Officer Sed, because of your discovery of this lead and generally well-reviewed performance as an officer, I have decided to transfer you to the Whealen Task Force. Your current partner, Officer Merrick, will be given another partner for the time being. In addition, I am denying your request to remain a beat officer despite your passing the detective training exams for the seventh time,” Chief Rhidnar said.
Exiled: A Hunt Interrupted 2 Exiled: A Hunt Interrupted 2Exiled: A Hunt Interrupted 2 by AzraNoxx
Kole sat in an antiseptic waiting room in Herrington General Hospital. The walls were as bleakly white as his mood. Kole wasn’t watching the woman whose daughter was in surgery or the dwarf with a broken arm waiting for his wife who’d been in the car accident too. It was a relief, not going crazy over their blood. Inside the hospital and the ambulance, he just felt weak and horribly tired. It made sense that his thirst was easier to control inside: the powerful wards required for accredited hospitals and certified ambulances canceled the blood smell. They made fading life force and vulnerable souls harder to see too, not that Kole was interested in those. The wards were a sensible, if expensive, precaution against magical attacks of all kinds, and were just as necessary as the mystical injunctions preventing the opening of portals on the hospital’s suffering-soaked grounds. Kole leaned forward in his seat