Running a fifth trial for my Tridyminiumobulator this afternoon. Some fine tuning is required; singed my mustache. Need to adjust the energy throughput.
16:00
Tridyminiumobulator is still not maintaining intended proper energy efficiency!
By decree of the Ice Witch Lissandra herself, to perpetuate this forbidden legend is heresy against the true faith, and carries the penalty of death for any who speak it aloud. In all the vast libraries of the Frostguard Citadel, only a single written account remains—and that was penned by her most trusted scribe, many thousands of years ago.
Phillip Vargas
Her soft eyes simply pleaded with him not to speak.
The boy hung his head and looked at the ground.
They all waited as the moment stretched in silence.
Michael Yichao
“…Maybe.”
He looks at me, mouth agape. “Always protect the core!”
“Always protect the face!”
Matt Dunn
Let us fall together to rise as one, and sing our harmonies with the gust of life.”
“One last gust,” replied Lamb, Wolf, and Vulture.
Ariel Lawrence
“Fa-ir,” he pronounced again.
Riven did not speak, not for lack of words, but because of the accent she knew they would carry.
Michael Yichao
Graham McNeill
This was not how Nasus had imagined this meeting to go, but Sivir’s talk of duty fanned an ember that had slumbered too long within his breast.
John O’Bryan
His hand clamped down across the mouth of the sleeping warlord. The man’s eyes shot wide with rage as he uttered a muffled scream.
Michael Yichao
The bounty hunter started to speak again just as Marcin placed the mug down on the counter with a percussive thud.
L J Goulding
Horok, it was, that struck the first telling blow against your masters. Great and mighty Horok of the Ascended Host, whose name shall live forever.
The monk hadn’t even broken a sweat. His impassive mouth, covered eyes and casual disdain infuriated Horta.
He gathered himself for one final attack, drawing on every scrap of training, fury and strength he could muster.
Ariel Lawrence
Joab chews on his own thoughts for a moment.
Just as his mouth opens for another question, a glint of metal emerging from the forest catches the sun.
Zac is the product of a toxic spill that ran through a chemtech seam and pooled in an isolated cavern deep in Zaun’s Sump.
In Ionia’s central province of Bahrl, a mountain settlement once stood, hidden away in its serene beauty. Here, in the village of Wuju, the boy Yi grew up learning the ways of the sword, chasing a dream that later turned to tragedy.
At first, Caitlyn paid little heed—to her, Piltover was a place of beauty and order that she cherished after each trip into the wild.
All that was to change one Progress Day, some years later.
Aaron Dembski-Bowden
Anthony Reynolds