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The Deceitful One

With the advent of steam power, mankind has advanced and ushered in the industrial revolution. This is the age of steam locomotives, automatons, guns, and cannons, as well as curses, magic, artifacts, and the occult. Hidden in the shadows are a group of extraordinary people who wield enormous power and strange abilities that normal people cannot even begin to comprehend. They are known as Transcendents! Bryan, a wily thief with a penchant for mischief, lost his parents at a very young age and was forced to live on the streets. That is until his whole life turned around when he was shown the Path to becoming a Transcendent. The Theft Path specializes in deceit and illusions. It can steal everything under the heavens. Even the powers, thoughts, and lives of others. Follow Bryan on his journey through this dangerous and treacherous world as he steals from gods and robs the mortals. This is the story of The Deceitful One. *** My novel has a steampunk world setting, so expect a lot of steam-powered technology as well as retro-looking futuristic inventions. Furthermore, there will be churches, secret organizations, and cults. So if you're a fan of LotM—which I have taken inspiration from btw—you will definitely like my novel. Also, this is my first attempt at writing a novel so you might find some mistakes here and there. Just know that I'm constantly trying to improve. Cheers! *** https://discord.gg/ZwFUa2zM

PandaDumpling · ファンタジー
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Secret Gathering

The pale crescent moon shone like a silver claw in the dark night sky as the cold wind hissed through the trees that were now covered in orange and red leaves.

The light of the gas lamp posts shone on the trees, vividly highlighting the colors of the leaves. September was the month that officially welcomed the fall season.

Sometimes the days were unexpectedly warm but most of the time it got colder and darker as the leaves continued to slowly fall from the trees. The lingering warmth served as a constant reminder of the harsh cold to come.

A black horse-drawn carriage slowly stopped in front of a bar on Laurent Avenue and three good-looking men wearing fine suits alighted from it.

Naturally, they were Bryan, Andrew, and Elijah who had come out to drink and have some fun. Elijah paid the carriage driver and thanked him. He turned to look at his two friends and asked excitedly, "So are we getting drunk or what?"