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The Ironwood Canopy
"Do not move a muscle or the rope will snap!" Marcus croaked, his voice raw from smoke and cold wind.He swung gently in mid air, dangling upside down fifty feet above the dark forest floor. Thick, black shadow tethers wrapped around his waist and ankles, caught tightly in the massive, metallic branches of a gigantic ironwood tree. The wrecked airship lay split in two fifty yards away, its broken iron frame smoking quietly in the damp gloom.A drop of thick, clear liquid dripped from the branch above his head, landing squarely on his leather pauldron. A sharp hissing sound filled the quiet air, and a cloud of bitter white smoke curled off his shoulder. The leather melted in seconds, turning into black sludge that burned hot against his bare skin."The sap is burning!" Marcus gasped, trying to twist away, but the movement only caused the branches to groan and drip more liquid."Marcus?" a faint voice called from the dark foliage twenty feet to his right.Lyra hung suspended in a web of
The Vertical Fall
"Catch the rope or the sky takes you!" Marcus screamed as the deck flipped completely on its side.Wind roared like a dying dragon. The broken airship plunged nose first through the burning clouds, screaming toward the dark earth below. Flames licked up the shattered timbers, turning the deck into a sliding slide of grease, blood, and fire.Lyra slipped off the broken railing, her hands flailing wildly in the empty air. "Marcus!" she shrieked, her voice swallowed instantly by the roaring gale."I have you!" Marcus roared.He forced his mind past the blinding agony in his skull. The midnight light in his left eye burst into a wild, jagged flare. Dark liquid shadow shot out from his outstretched palm, splitting into five thick, whip like tethers that cut straight through the rush of wind.The shadow tethers wrapped tight around Lyra's waist, snapping taut with a loud crack. The sudden jerk pulled her upward, her boots slamming hard against the tilted surface of the main cabin door. Marc
Deck Fighter
"Drive your boots into the wood and hit them before they form a wall!" Silas roared as the first wave of ironwood legionaries leaped onto the shattered deck.Steel clashed against steel with a deafening screech high above the cloud line. The two airships groaned, locked together by the giant dragon ram that had plowed straight into the main deck. Wind howled through the splintered timbers, carrying the sharp stink of burning oil and hot copper."Push them back!" Val yelled, stabbing his sword into the gap of a soldier's shoulder armor. The legionary stumbled back, but two more took his place, their heavy longswords flashing in the thin sunlight."Keep your lines tight!" a booming voice commanded from the royal destroyer's railing.A tall officer in gleaming red plate armor stepped over the broken iron bow. He held a massive broadsword that glowed with a sickening, bright orange heat. Heat waves rippled off the heavy steel blade, instantly scorching the pine floorboards wherever the ti
The Upper Skies
"Fire the emergency thrusters before those ironclads blast us out of the sky!" Silas screamed as a massive iron cannonball tore through the upper rigging.The wooden deck lurched violently. Shards of oak and frozen canvas rained down on the surviving crew as the main cargo airship surged upward out of the shattered mountain peak. All around them, the peaks of the northern range were crumbling into white powder, but the sky above was even more dangerous. Fifty giant royal ironclad warships hovered in a tight, deadly circle, their heavy brass cannon barrels glowing red in the bright sunlight."They have us completely surrounded, Silas!" Lyra shouted, grabbing the wheel as a second volley of explosive shells detonated twenty feet off their port side. "The main balloon cannot take another direct hit!""We are not sitting here like ducks!" Silas roared, stepping into the captain's spot on the raised quarterdeck. He grabbed the brass speaking horn and jammed it against his mouth. "All hands
The Third Lock
"Pour the shadow into the pit before the mountain splits in two!" Marcus screamed, his left eye blazing with midnight light as the floor crumbled beneath his boots.The white vortex in the center of the hall roared like a thousand starving beasts. Cold air whipped through the chamber with such violence that iron beams snapped off the walls and flew upward into the dark ceiling."Marcus, your eye is bleeding!" Lyra shouted, holding fast to an iron pillar as her feet floated inches above the stone. "You cannot hold that much magic alone!""I have to!" Marcus yelled back, driving both hands into the edge of the pit.A thick stream of dark, liquid shadow poured from his palms, spreading around the rim of the spinning white storm. The dark goo hissed and bubbled as it touched the pure frost, trying desperately to knit the spatial tear shut. But the vortex fought back, throwing heavy bursts of ice shrapnel high into the air."It is pushing the liquid away!" Silas shouted from the stairs, hi
The Captain's Sacrifice
"Break the staff, Marcus, I cannot hold him forever!" Briggs roared as blood streamed down his muscular arms.His bare hands were sliced deep by the sharp teeth of the razor hound skull, but his grip remained like solid iron. The Grand Abbot snarled, yanked hard on his weapon, and kicked his heavy boots against Briggs's chest. Briggs spat a mouthful of dark blood onto the stone floor, yet he refused to let go."Unclasp your hands, trash!" the Abbot hissed, his layered voice ringing through the red twilight of the hall."Not a chance, old priest!" Briggs yelled back, his jaw locked tight as his shoulder muscles quivered under the extreme strain.Marcus gritted his teeth as the pain in his right shoulder flared like hot fire. He reached up with his left hand, grabbing the cold spike of dark shadow pinning him to the altar wall."Do it now, lad!" Silas screamed from across the room as he pulled two wounded airship crewmen behind a stone pillar. "Pull yourself off that wall!"Marcus let o
