Encyclopedia for the Fragrance Administrative Region (FAR)
*Thick, sulfurous smoke trickles out of the warlock's pistol. The FAR PD officer and his rifle tumble over the railing, his polycarbonate helmet blown into the harbor by the eldritch blast. Thumping hip-hop from harbourfront nightclubs in full swing drown out the splash of the body.
"That's the last one," the warlock mutters. Turning to his crew, he makes a quick fist, dissipating the custom Chiappa revolver into a heavy yellow mist. "Load up the crystals, and be careful. If we break one, Boss will flatline us all." The orcs leverage hydraulic-powered limbs to lift the shipping containers onto the massive UAV transport. Ion micro-thrusters burn white as the fifty-ton hunk of metal makes its way through the sprawling skyline.
A networking cardslot embedded in the warlock's cheekbone blinks four times. "Just got paid, chooms... less than promised but better than nothing. When we get to Dragon Eye, first round on me." Sitting on the edge of the transport, he gazes down upon the glowing metropolis. Lines of Personal AV traffic tether the looming Superstructures to each other like the humming veins of a neon beast. In his palm, yellow mist swirls and gathers density. He snatches his revolver from the sulfuric cloud and turns it in his hands, fiddling with the hammer to pass flight time.
Tech. Arcana. Money. Power. Just another Saturday evening in Fragrance.*
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