《The Collected Short Stories of Necrontyr525》Potential
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I am a Seer, one of many of my race. You know of my kind, both the legends and actual scientific publications. Some of us pry into the future, with middling degrees of success and certainty. Others into the past, unearthing records of what was. I am unique in that I do neither of these things. I am an appraiser of people and races. I Look upon them and see what they might be, what they have the potential to accomplish. What I See depends upon whom I am Seeing. Artists show forth as displays of color and sound; the more vibrant and varied, they more wondrous their works might be. Of soldiers and warriors, I see battlefield and killing grounds; count the dead and the scope of the field and you might know how capable they are. members of the same race will show similar themes, so one will be much like his fellow. These Sights do not change over time, only with potential wasted or stripped away by injury or misfortune.
There are debates surrounding my work, of course. Fate vs. free will, the ethics of sharing the results with the one who was Looked upon, their parents or caretakers, so on. I keep everything confidential unless the one Looked upon permits it
I have Seen mountains with beasts of many shapes at their peak, howling to the stars and leaping to sail across them. I have Seen warriors standing atop mountains of corpses and awash in oceans of blood. I have wept at the Sight of endless displays of art and the most beautiful echoes of the sound of creation. but I will never forget the first time I Saw a human.
He was an Engineer, skeptical of my abilities and those of my race. Usually, I simply shrug these off. But the human was willing to try, and I was interested in what I might See. We sat down, and I began to Look. I saw the Engineer sitting before a great library, full of the knowledge of his people, their triumphs, their failings. I Saw a learned man, content with his place in the fabric of creation. But as I moved to pull away and emerge from the Sight, the Engineer stretched out a hand and bid me look about further. I was elated! Never before had the Vision reached out and interacted with the Seer. Curious now, I did as the Engineer bid and looked beyond the library and Saw a great ocean calmly lapping at the banks of the island. And within the depth of that ocean, I Saw the strength waiting. The currents of emotion running deep, each one fit to shape entire systems. I Saw the clouds in the infinite sky over the ocean, and knew of the great storms that they could become, each one capable of tearing apart all in its path. I turned back to the diplomat and Saw in his eyes the echo of the Fires of Creation and Destruction themselves.
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When I emerged from the Sight, shaken to my core, the Engineer asked what I had Seen. I looked into his eyes, and saw the Fires still echoing there.
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Crucible - A Lost Dungeons Tale
All stories must begin somewhere, this one starts with the creation of the universe. What follows is a tale of chaos and order, of gods and monsters, of creation and destruction. The birth of a universe is a tumultuous journey, different entities working with opposing ideals, cooperation giving way to frustration and jealousy. It is in that dangerous concoction of emotions that the god of monsters created the first dungeon core. Forged in a crucible of dedication and desire, the first core held potential, the likes of which could surpass even the civilised mortal races. Unfortunately it was not meant to be, the core was lost in a tragic accident and its creator thought it to have been destroyed. Over one-thousand years later, the core reformed inside an extinct volcano. In time it would grow enough to learn and learn enough to grow. This is the story of the first dungeon core. Crucible, the lost dungeon core. Note: Story updates every hiatus*. *I appologise for the delay.
8 160Zairen
Zairen was a vagrant doctor who was killed by bandits. After he died, his journey began once again.
8 562Newton's Cradle
Tristan Jameson has a couple of missions: to make sense of how quantum forces are changing Newtonian laws; to help his sister, Ricky, who’s targeted by the force that set these changes in motion; to foil Ricky’s nemesis, a psychopath who wants to be Jesus—Oh, and to come back from the dead in order to do all this. As Tristan searches the worldlines of those he cared about in life, he learns that reality is far different than can be seen with physical eyes and how easily it may all slip away…..
8 122An Unknown World
In the far future humanity begun expanding its borders and the colonization of the universe began. Many youths have decided to take on the opportunity of becoming the vanguards of humankind and Ward was no different.
8 222Headbutter
I hate my (new) life. Who the hell sticks a man in a tunnel with flesh eating insects an unknown amount of distance beneath the ground with the nerve to say they're offering you a 'better chance in a second life' with no further explanation. If I ever find the HR department responsible for this ridiculous relocation I will simply punch all of them in the face multiple times- actually screw that. If I ever find any of these idiots i'm not just gonna punch them in their face, I'm gonna head-but them in their soon to be bloody, crooked as can be noses.
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خيليا تا وقتي فن فيك كامل نشه نميخوننش نميدونم اين چقدر به دردتون ميخوره اينجا پيج و اسم فن فيك های لری كه پابليش شدن رو ميگيم🌟⚠️🌟:خب اینجا خیلی از فن فیکشن هارو گذاشتم که برای سه چهار سال پیش ان! طبیعیه خیلی ازینا پاک شده باشن یا آیدی هاشون رو عوض کرده باشن. به هرحال پیداشون نمیکنید ؛ پیشنهادم اینه که از آخرین قسمت که گذاشتم شروع کنید که فف ها جدیدترن و امکان اینکه پیداشون نکنید خیلی کمه@nmsh_larry ممنون برای زحمتِ آپ کردن این بوک💚💙ممنون برای کاور صــــــــــبو 💚🍏🍭🍬@iwontbetheone
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