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120 - Cultural Tour [Sturmblitz]

“See?! Even a fucking foreigner can tell what a failure you are!” he barked, slamming the pulp open-faced on his desk. The book’s spine broke. “Generations of meticulous breeding and the first one of our clan to reap the fruits in full can’t even use them properly, pathetic. At least yo...

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1 - Nuclear Revenant [Cherno]

Her head toppled from her shoulders.

When her killer picked up her disembodied head and placed it so that she had a good view of the city, saying that he was sorry, that it was for his family… Only then did the reality of her betrayal sink in. He’d been bought by the same scum who had t...

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Announcement

I intend to begin intermittently posting chapters of Cherno Caster on here as part of  an effort to put some external pressure on myself to do more work on it. They will be made available using the same scheme as Sturmblitz Kunst advance chapters. I will use the tags [Sturmblitz] and [Cherno...

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119 - Tensions

Zef snatched up the pendant and the effigy, stating: “I will be able to prolong the time the severance lasts, though not for long. A few days, at most.”

The Black Nail pulsed with eldritch light.

“Each time it does that, it’s the Gem trying to break its restraints,” she comm...

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118 - Severance

A/N: Minor edits to 117. Just some wording. Also sorry for the delay, moved a bunch of stuff around.

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Meanwhile, Victor kept spilling the contents of his train of thought unabated: “There’s al...

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Retribution Engine Vol. 1 Paperback Now Available on Amazon!

Vol. 1 of Retribution Engine is now available in Kindle and Paperback on Amazon. I'll make around $3.70 per sale of either, so if you just want to support me, Patreon is still the better option. This is mainly for those who want a paperback copy.


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117 - Severance Preparation Pt. 2

“Alright, I’ll trust you. We need to get started with the Itrian Severance Ritual once you’re done, though,” Zel said.

Zef briefly looked up from her scribbled notes: “Huh? Oh yeah, that. Yeah. That’ll be a good way to try these, good idea.”

Zel backed out of the room s...

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116 - Severance Preparation

A/N: Small fucky wucky, accidentally reposted 97 without thinking. 

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The redhead’s still-wet hair was done up in a ponytail and he was barely clad in a towel, clutching his clothes to his c...

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115 - Wolfblade Pt. 3

While she had her breakfast, she felt a number of not-quite-friendly eyes upon her back, but none dared approach. Pondering on the state of things as well as her interactions with Fryg and Kyriak only reaffirmed the very intent with which she’d come to Borea. She meant to push things ahead as q...

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114 - Wolfblade Pt. 2

Around this point, the other retainer returned hauling another huge pitcher, mead sloshing about within. Without being asked, he refilled both of their tankards before setting the pitcher down.

“The Ramdalls do not deserve their post. Honorless curs, the lot of them. Merchants that think ...

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113 - Wolfblade

He dropped into a huge, appropriately overbuilt chair, his retainers flanking him to either side. Zel took the hint, seating herself in turn and kicking her feet up on the table. A brief chuckle emerged from the man-bear, resembling the rumble of distant thunder more than a human sound.

“...

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112 - Lifting Heavy Pt. 2

Arcs of blue slithered about her, metallized muscles writhed beneath her skin and creaked with effort, the heretofore subtle silver lines under her skin now shone bright milky-white and covered every inch of exposed flesh.

Kyriak grasped the largest boulder’s cold-iron handles, and with a...

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111 - Lifting Heavy

“When you see one of the druids or clan elders lifting, you know what it looks like; they use magic, sure, but if you know what they are doing, it is straightforward. For her? It has to be half a dozen different things all working in concert and all immensely demanding in precision, and that is...

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110 - Gymnasium/Family Dirt Pt. 2

It was plain that Fryg was just waiting for a response to bounce off of, so Zel at least tried to steer the crone.

“The Jorfr I know is not mediocre in any aspect. If he truly was as mediocre as you describe when he left, his growth should have been abundantly clear upon his return,” Ze...

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109 - Gymnasium/Family Dirt

A number of eyes fell upon her, and though she felt some curiosity as to her appearance, Zelsys could tell that most of the onlookers were more curious about how much the weird-looking foreigner could lift. It was a gut feeling, but she also overheard an exchange along those lines between two str...

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108 - Arrival Pt. 4

The day passed. After a brief exchange with a few other members of the Hulson clan, Zel and Zef were assigned a room together. Victor was assigned the room next to theirs, both being on the second floor of the longhouse. The sheer size of the structure was closer to a sect building than a home, w...

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Flu

Hello!

It appears that I've caught a flu of some sort. Body pain, headache, fever, urge to vomit, etc.

As much as I would like if it were otherwise, I can't write shit while suffering from a flu.

So... Yeah. No chapters for a bit. Hopefully just a couple days.

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107 - Arrival Pt. 3

“Other one,” the northman, sat on one of the ledges, calmly pointed with his thumb whilst whipping himself with a bundle of evergreen branches. By contrast Victor, who stood just inside the pool with the water going up to his thighs, froze in place like a scared animal. It took Zelsys conside...

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106 - Arrival Pt. 2

A/N: I feel like shit, need to take another day off. Next chapter on Tuesday, Nov. 15th.

The blood which they’d bled took on a life of its own as they spoke the words in turn, forming an interlinking knotwork pattern joining their hands. It began boiling for a moment, only to burn away in...

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105 - Arrival

Oasis City: the great capital of Borea, a self-keeping secret by virtue of its location. North-East to the northernmost point of the Ankhezian Imperium’s original borders, just barely within range of the Suncage Grid’s solar wrath when it had been at its full capacity. Its crescent shape was ...

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104 - The Rainbow Passage

“A revenant of a sort,” Jorfr finally said, prompting Zel to gesture to him in agreement. The Borean gave a smirk, adding: “Do not tell anyone I said that… And do not repeat it either. I only now realized what a grave insult that comparison is to our good king. The blood loss must have fo...

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103 - On the Precipice

In the next instant, her full attention turned to ascertaining the state of her comrades. Zefaris was already halfway down the stairs when Zel passed them, but she stopped dead when she saw the cathedral’s door slowly closing.

“Go back to the top. Keep the doors open, just to be sure,...

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"Sturmblitz Kunst Vol. 2: The Conqueror of Borea" Cover

We're coming up on the next volume transition, so here's the new cover art. 

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102 - The Wingless Dragon's Flight

Baiting him in his enraged state was easy - too easy, in fact. His next move proved her gut feeling right, when he deftly stopped his own momentum using jets of curseflame, as if mocking her need to use someone else’s servitor to move in a way he could under his own strength. His tail suddenly ...

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101 - Comet Plan

Midnight Wolf didn’t just react to her - there was no latency, no reaction delay. It was as if Midnight Wolf was part of her body, reacting to her intentions as readily as her own limbs. She met him in another head-on clash in order to get an opening on him; she intended to finish him off by ri...

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100 - Second King's Mystic Wisdom

By some accursed miracle, his might in his current state equaled hers. The only reason that sword in his hand hadn’t exploded, in her mind, had to be up to the armor and the purple flame enshrouding the blade. It was a nice sword, but not nearly possessed of the natural durability to withstand ...

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99 - Spindle Release

With her left hand, she took a blade from one of her braids and threw it at Adalbert. Then another, and another; though he managed to dodge two, the third hit him head-on.  It smashed into him with enough force to dent his armor, exploding into a million tiny pieces and causing numerous chip...

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98 - Re: Storm-conqueror's Mantle

That thing didn’t move like an animal. It propelled itself forward upon blasts of flame that issued from the ends of its limbs with each bound, constantly snarling and howling as it spewed a seemingly boundless deluge of bonefire. Such festering, explosive anger spilled forth f...

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97 - Midnight Wolf, the Hellhound Fury

A/N: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uTdp8sXFcU

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Meanwhile hidden behind the stairway, Victor saw an opportunit...

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96 - Hate Beyond Hate Pt. 2

Adalbert’s howling blast of curseflame broke through his shield, shattered the haft of his hammer, and ripped through his side, carrying on and blazing a trail of scorched flowers until it smashed into the cave wall. Its force threw Jorfr back a good twenty meters, trailing blood and viscera fr...

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