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    William Drake stepped into the magic circle he had prepared, ready to make another try at getting out of this nightmare.  Trapped in this lost recess of time, Will's grip on his sanity had waned severely in the ten years since he had woke to this small, dust covered room with no exit.  He didn't know how he knew ten years had passed, or why he hadn't aged, only that the time passed and he was still nineteen.  At first he thought he had finally been caught by the conclave, but something here was wrong.  It was as if he had simply slipped through a crack in reality and fallen...somewhere else.  This strange place kept him from suffering fro

Politics of the Galaxy With political intrigue, conflict, and unrest all across the galaxy, the political scene of the galaxy is rife with turmoil. Each faction has their own agenda, and the council often dissolves into useless bickering and grandstanding. Despite the flaws in the system, the people of the galaxy mostly manage to get along with their lives, and technology, information, and resources are traded, if not openly, at least often. The dream of a unifying council of the races is full of corruption, but somehow or other manages to keep relative peace nonetheless. The Alvani Empire Spanning the space from the great Saufon barrier all

   Kao sat uncomfortably. The Spiral served mostly off-worlders, but it was far from the Draconis League worlds, and rarely had to accommodate his kind. He dwarfed the seat made for particularly obese Goffans, and even seated he was taller than most of the standing patrons. Looking around, he saw that there were only a few Liskani in the bar, despite Kriss being a Liskani world. He saw a group of Goffan merchants celebrating some large haul and nervously eyeing the Jatta explorers seated only a couple of tables away, chattering away about their recent journey, and where they would go next. Kao had always liked the little ratlings, but you had