This is the page for fiction set in the world of Aduelle, and will expand as the world itself does.
Azen woke up in the dark wet
sewers beneath Azekal City. He looked around for his torch, but found
it missing. He spent a few moments concentrating and then a light
appeared, showing him the various tunnels in the disused complex.
They had been carved decades ago before magical sanitation had come
to become the standard, and now they served as little more than a
drainage system for the city. They were now home to vagabonds and
rogues of every description; runaway homunculi and humans alike found
their way into the complex to avoid the attention of the merchant
Azen was torn from his thoughts by the
sudden appearance of a homunculus wandering through the pipeways. It
clattered and clanged, and a quick glimpse showed it to be a remnant
from back when the sewer saw use; too primitive to be re-purposed but
not so dangerous as to be dismantled, it was left there to continue
working until it ground itself to bits. Azen focused again on getting
out of the sewers, ignoring the wounds on his leg.
noise came from behind him, and Azen sent a stream of fire from his
fingertips into the shadows. It wasn't enough to stop the giant
snake, which continued advancing unfazed. Azen ran as fast as he
could, but the snake was much larger and faster than he was, and
despite his best efforts to reshape the pipes around him to block the
snake and fling the stagnant water back at his assailant, Azen knew
he was losing ground too quickly. He screamed loudly in case there
was someone to hear him, and darted up the first ladder he saw,
barely avoiding the giant snake's fangs as he flailed his way up the
He came up into the tunnel and looked around, finding
that it was blocked off at both ends by landslides. Azen swore to
Jutil that if he ever got out of the sewer he'd give up drinking the
Arel, and waited for the hissing below to subside. The sounds of
struggle below caused him to slide down the ladder, and he was
greeted by a man fighting off the snake, launching barrages of magic
at it while striking strategic sword blows to its face. He nimbly
dodged the fangs and struck a blow to the top of the beast's mouth,
and narrowly evaded getting caught in its death throes.
stood with his mouth open, staring at the man who'd saved his life.
The man just walked past, and smiled.
“Don't touch the
stuff anymore. Go down to the cross-section over there and up the
ladder on the left and you'll be out.”
Azen felt a shiver down his
spine as the man disappeared into a golden burst of light, but was
too grateful to complain. It was only after he got out of the sewer
that he realized that he'd have a hard time going out and celebrating
with his buddies, but he decided that he'd just have water tonight.