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Action Chronicles for Maae: The Ascension

Kni~ht or Dynamism

Frustration is the fuse

The flame is hate

Tick, tick, tick,

Detonate

By Phil Brucato, Aaron R.osenber~ and Lindsay Woodcock

- L7, "The Bomb"

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Woodcock

Prelude Story by: Kathleen Ryan

Developed by: Phil Brucato, with Ken Cliffe and Lindsay

Woodcock

Edited by: Ken Cliffe

Art Director: Larry Snelly

Layout and Typesetting: Aaron Voss

Art: Michael Gaydos, Drew Johnson, Toby Cypress,

Richard Clark and Paul Harmon

Front Cover Art: Michael Gaydos

Front and Back Cover Design: Aaron Voss

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ip~~ Brucato, Aawn Ro"nbetg and' Lind.ay

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Talesof Magick

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Contents

Prelude

Introduction

Chi}pterOne: Tick, Tick, Tick

Chi}pterTwo: You NeC\r Somethin~?

Chi}pterThree: Boom!

Appendix:Bits C\ndPieces

Contents

"".

Prelude

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By Kathleen Ryan

Alexande! Gericault waits patiently at

~e{;Ol.!nte.r.ofas.mallpiikt)!Y. He sips strong

black caffee. from a plain white mug. and setS

it biiCkinta itsring~stained sauger. .~ '\.

The quiet rhythm .of canversation and'

cutlerY arallndhim shatters in a ca$tade of

glass and china.

A heavy, thick-haired waman at the

cash register shrieks and begins scalding the

busbay. He fires back a stream .ofcurses and

camplaints - half in broken English, half in his unrecagniz-

able native tangue - ending clearly in, "I quit!" He spits an

the flaar befare the cashier, throws dawn his apron and starms

out through the kitchen.

Gericault keeps watch steadily an the franr windaws.

Directly behindhim, ata tablefartwa, an elderly lady digs

through her handpag and pulls farth a pillbax. She fishes out

tWa pale-green tablets and places them gingerly in her mauth.

Her pink topgue .flicks briefly aver thin, cracked;red-paintecl

lips, and she takes the medicine with a glass .of water and a

grimace. She stares h:if(;llyattQe. Waitingcup, sQi.ledl'lateand

vacant chair appasiteher awn. With her right hand, she

empties the pillbox intO herhusband'scoffeei with her left she

picks up his spaan and begins stirring. Her expressiQn never

changes.

Gericault catches sight afhis subject .in the street .outside.

He pays far his caffee, tips well and rises.

As the Nephandus passes a yaung girl- a callege student

sitting alone at the table clasest ta tQe daar - she wipes a

fallen tear fram her jaurnal, staps writing paetry, and begins

camposing her suicide. nate. He smiles kindly at her and leaves

the little caffee shap.

Ge.ritault walks like a bllsTne.ssmantaday. In well-cut gr::i.Y'

slacks and a slightly rumpled wlJ,ite.oxfard sQirt, he laaks like

anyathe.r cubicle-dwelleron lunchbre.ak - he even gives the

impressian that hiscaat and tie .:lre.hl.!ng up next to his

keybaard, waiting. His face and haIr are s~lected ta match, and

entirely cammanplace.

He steps anta the sidewalk with the exact pasture .of a

man wha has warked desk and mause .one year taa many, and

nat a saullaaks at him twice. A wave .oftaurists surges past and

he adjusts his pace td'match. From the curb side, screened by

the sightseers, he scans the group ahead.

He spats the red-haired alchemist easily: A tall, gangly,

bayish man, head and shaulders abave the crowd -slauching,

then standing straight and maving well, but abviausly uncam-

fortable with himself, his height and his fellaw travelers.

Ta the yaung man's side, a teenage-girLinoveralis. She

haps alang like a broken spring, alert but easily distracted. She

see,,!!sta do mast .of the talking.

Bhe. t.urns suddenly wirhan etnphatlcrdauble-handed,

splay-fingered gestl.!re.and Qiirkssamething afthe ather man

walkiI1gbesidehe.t ~ the .oldest .of the three. He wears

sunglasses, tQough the light daes nat quite call far them, and

stalks alang like a tiger, thaugh there is1.1.need far that, either.

He tries ta play itstropg :lnd silent, but the sharp-tangued kid

beside him erodes his' compasure. His stany face breaks in

aggravatian and the twaargue.(ar a whale black.

An Asian man in his mid-JOs laaks bad:atthe fight and

threws theredheiid3 wryJ1iilf-srqJle. He clearly means it to be

reassuring, but taa much wanysh6\Vs threugh the mask. The

yaunger man trots te catchUp With' the leader and they walk

en, talking quietly. .

The Nephandus nates the drama,almest grateful thllt .

Amanda has faund these campanians. If it were .onlyher and

the [>ries. he had ta fallaw. ."

The priest drops .outof sight again, and Gericault.curses.

With effartrhe finds him- an .oldgray miin in a pale-blue

pele shift and wrinl<ledtWill trousers:He isthe slewest walker,

and says little. The stream of pedestrians winds araund him

withaut taking much Dorice, antleve~Gericault finds it hard

ta fecus en the frail, staaped figure.

Beside the faded cleric, .Amanda Janssen flaats alang the

sidewalk like a pillar .of fire. Men stare. Wamen approve or

envy. Children smile and peint at the pretty lady - and

Gericiiult knaws that nat: .one will remember her clearly after

he),:pi!!Ssing.If. they see herllgain jn ether clethes, they will

hardly rec6gnizeherj if he stops al1e'of her admirers and asks

what she loaks like, the petSOnwiH find 1.1.rearwards, only

vague cemparisens. Her features are indescribable and there-

fare as ananymaus as his awn.

The Nephandus tears his gaze fram her reluctantly. At

last he catches sight .ofhis other quarry.

Twa men walk at a peculiarly deliberate pace .one half.

black ahead .ofhim, dressed in suspiciausly bulky caats, their

eyes fastened an the backs .of Amanda and thase with her.

There's a pair who could use practice in the art of the Unseen,

thinks Gericault. He facuses his senses and takes their mea.

sure: There are minar wards protecting them, armar beneath

their clathes and weapens at their hands, but these twa are

cannan fadder against real Craft. He smiles proudly, anticipat.

ing Amanda and her knives wading through the pair's dumb

flesh.

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