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[2.17] The Broad Strokes

Sol,

The Raven From Rome

The Broad strokes of it were thus:

The Civic Realm was a period of relatively carefree cultivation—the formative years in which a cultivator was punished the least for dabbling in contradictory concepts, and rewarded t...

[2.16] Load-Bearing Principles

Sol,

The Raven From Rome

“You may have heard these words before, but bear with me until the end. There are as many paths to heaven as there are stars in the sky, but that doesn't mean that any man or woman can walk just any path they choose. Fortune...

[2.15] Unsanctioned Salvation

Sol,

The Raven From Rome

The world went dark, so abruptly that I feared the poison had knocked me out. In the next moment, however, the sea of clouds surrounding the platform of Selene’s heart flared to life once more—brighter than before, and wit...

[2.14] The Prerequisite to Providence

Sol,

The Raven From Rome

"You've seen it for yourself now," Selene spoke up from the central dais. She smiled. "Though you'll need context to make any sense of the why that stands before you."

The Saint of Scarlet Hearts waved her hands...

[2.13] This Kills Heart Demons

Sol,

The Raven From Rome

Griffin had already moved past the second column and on to the third by the time I pried myself away from this first flawed ideal.

The scarlet marble of Selene’s soul was cool beneath my feet, free of any imperfections...

[2.12] From the Vine

Sol,

The Raven From Rome

It was a nostalgic feeling, marching outside myself again.

Selene had been right to assume that gravitas would allow me to function within the boundaries of her soul. She had been right, right enough that it mad...

[2.11] A Total Eclipse of the Heart

Griffon,

The Risen Flame

Sol’s eyes shut, his chin dipping down to his chest. His shoulders shifted all but imperceptibly, moved by a sigh that the Roman did his best to stifle. It was the reaction of a man that was all too used to being disappointe...

[2.10] The Going Rate

Sol,

The Raven From Rome

The haggling carried on long into the evening.

Beyond the bare basics that every mentor of a young patrician was owed, Selene was to be my master in cultivation. That demanded more. Her hallowed status of Oracle, anointe...

VS 2.9

Sol,

The Raven From Rome

In the end, we didn’t turn the ship around.

There were practical reasons. The whirlpool that had nearly sunk us, for one. I thought I had the trick of navigating it now, having watched the solar barge, but that ship ha...

Saint Slayer Supreme [Title Pending] [0.1]

This is my first attempt at a litRPG story. It's not great, but then again, I'm trying not to split too many hairs with this one. I'm pretty new to the genre, so feel free to let me know if you have any suggestions (or warn me if I'm committing any unforgivable litRPG sins). For those wondering, ...

2.8

Apologies for the radio silence. Holidays and a cross-country move have been kicking my ass, but that's all over with now. Going to do my damnedest to get back into the swing of things and power through this arc starting tonight. You've all certainly waited long enough.

2.7

Sol,

The Raven From Rome

Echoes.

In the false light of a Roman pre-dawn, on the first morning of my married life, my wife took me by the shoulders and shook me out like an old toga. In the gray light of the coming dawn, I saw those schemes shini...

2.6 [Scythas & Myron]

Scythas,

The Hurricane Harvester

“Look at what they did to us.”

Jason sighed and turned back to his raft. Lefteris and Kyno stared at him from across the beach, that same wariness to them as there had been in Elissa. Like he’d bleed liquid...

2.5 [Scythas]

Scythas,

The Hurricane Harvester

When Scythas woke, the sun had risen behind a curtain of ash. The Sanctuary City of Olympia had been reduced to an airborne miasma, a sickly yellow film that tainted the morning skies. It reminded him of the extra set ...

2.4 [Selene] (I am so sorry)

BORN TO WRITE

STORY IS A FUCK

Kill Em All 199th Olympiad

I am trash author

410,757,864,530 DEAD GODS

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2.3

Griffon, the Risen Flame

The day I watched my cousin’s golden mother die, a question had taken root in my mind. No matter how completely I’d tried to suppress it, utterly uncaring of my efforts, that uncertainty had remained - festering somewhere in the shadow of the so...

2.2

Sol, The Raven from Rome

I moved silently through their ranks, looking the sailors up and down. They stood frozen, waiting for something, the same thing that I was searching for in them. The closer that I looked, the more wretched that they seemed. Still too thin. Still too...

2.1

Sol, The Raven from Rome

Cultivation.

The race against mortality went by many names, depending on who was asked and where. The people of Rome knew it as the course of honors. The children of Helen called it the stairway to heaven, and the hollow Macedonians referred t...

Interlude: Caesarion

Caesarion

“Beware, cultivator. Your sins are set in stone.”

Caesarion knelt upon the cool marble of a dead man’s dias, back straight and regally poised. His words were carefully measured, his voice a royal tone. Shadows of painted gold encircled both of his eyes...

1.e [Nikolas Aetos]

The Stark Blade, Nikolas Aetos

Niko stared at the burning nightmare that had once been Olympia's dock town, and not for the first time, he wondered if his world was ending.

Closer to the clouds, their feet planted firmly on the deck of the Alikonia - higher than they ...

1.e [Old 'Zalus]

One of two epilogue chapters to wrap up the Olympia Arc, then we're off to safer shores. Enjoy.

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The war for the indigo throne was over. A cold conflict until the very last moment, eight elders of the Raging Heaven Cult had clashed in lethal violence - every one of them reaching fo...

[MISC] The Fair Folk Went Down To Georgia

This isn't a Virtuous Sons chapter, just a little snapshot I wrote for a 1k contest in the discord server. I'll have the next VS chapter up sometime tomorrow.

'Til then.

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The Fair Folk We...