Synopsis: Multiple NaNos

UNTITLED:

Asric spends his days well enough. Though Shattrath is poor and full of refugees, and Asric has to sleep on the streets most days, he's not starving and he has a job - when he can be bothered to find cases - and can still afford to have an ale every evening. He's pretty much a normal city elf, even if he likes to drink to the damnation of his grandmother.

But that's before he gets roped into working on a new case - a case where he has to assist a stuffy, uptight windbag with one eye and a hell of a temper. The draenei's just as pleased as he is to be working with him, and suddenly Asric can't wait until the case is over and he can get rid of the annoying git.

Just as everything settles down again and it looks to be drawing to a close, fate throws a spanner into the works, turning Asric's life upside down. As he runs into old enemies, helps criminals he'd been so quick to condemn and begins to lose the person who matters most to him, he starts to lose himself in all the chaos. And yet, as everything changes and morphs around him, only one thing remains constant - the steady presence of a certain draenei.

If only he wasn't so. Fucking. Annoying.

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LUCIDITY:

Sometimes, reality isn't what we think it is.

All she knows is the hut by a lake in the middle of a desert, and the endless cycle of fishing and sleeping that she goes through every day for countless years. She doesn't know her name. She doesn't even know she's supposed to have one. All she does is forget: why she's here, who she is, what this place is...

And just as her thoughts numb to nothingness and she forgets how to think, it all vanishes. She's pulled from her prison into the dream planes where she is the identical twin of a missing psychotic dictator, and best friend to a stranger who says he knows her. Now people are out to kill her - her only crime being related to the sister that is now in hiding. All she can do is avoid them, and aid the friend who says only she can help him as they try to save the very fabric of existence itself.

As it all begins to unravel, it feels like being imprisoned again as she loses her grip, feeling lost as dreams and reality become indistinguishable from each other. Does the waking world truly depend on the dream planes? Is the waking world even real? Or is this just the dream of a mad forty-year-old woman who just wrapped her car around a tree?

As it all falls apart, reality begins to warp into something it never should have been...

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DIVIDE AND CONQUER

Against the backdrop of a war between the Solar and Sirian Systems, the Clones run around wreaking havoc. Anjelie D'ertoe has taken on the top secret mission to bring the space pirates and their enigmatic leader, the Rogue, to justice - not even her husband, or the families of her crew, are allowed to know of it. Her Nightravens would follow her to the edge of the galaxy, and to hide from them the Sol-Martian dons a new identity and calls herself "The Carrion Bird."

When one of the few breaks she gets each year is suddenly interrupted by a transmission about a desperate Clone attack, Anjelie falls right into the trap - a manipulation by a third party to get the Clones and the Nightravens to work together on a plan that may end the war once and for all, but for the worse.

As things begin to spiral into desperation, Carrion and the Rogue find themselves working together to sabotage it from the inside. After a series of betrayals and revelations that draw them into something far bigger than themselves, it becomes evident that they can only trust each other.

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DEATH AND DISEASE

Being a fallen god sucks, but being a god sucked even more. Pestilence is finally free of painful, crippling illnesses, and is now part of the world she left when the Archgod chose her to take a place among his fellows. Having been drawn to the beginning of time after he chose her, she's incredibly lucky to have turned up to the place she was taken from only six months after the event.

But she's now alone.

Lost without her husband, Death, and the brothers and sisters she'd known for so long, she has no way to find if they even survived the cataclysmic events which left her stranded, and can't even die. The world was saved, yes - but now she has to find out what happened to her fallen brothers and sisters, whilst pretending to be the person she was before it all began. As she encounters old enemies, lies to cover her secret and keeping the facade becomes more and more difficult, she begins to discover why it all truly began...