Machine, AI, being, God? The best guarded secret of the country of Egypt, Former Earth. One which secured them their galactic future and survival, at the same time, damning them in the eyes of every nation of the Republic for an eternity.
The Bannington Lapur LRTI AA Particle Rifle was developed by Deimos Inc to replace the Republic’s older R3X7 Particle Rifle. The weapon is currently only being used by Elite Clone Units and Special Forces and is still undergoing trials. Several prototypes are known to exist their whereabouts unknown except for the original which is on display at the Republic Central Fleet’s Museum of Armaments.
They were made as a promise of everlasting peace and unity. One has been opened to prevent a war. A second sits on display in a Dwarven hold. The last has vanished, and to this day, has never been found.
An interesting little idea I came up with. Also my first attempt at a 100 Word Challenge.
A tiny marble cherry with an amber heart inlaid. One of the Lolliful Avenger's most devastatingly effective weapons.
This was it? A small ornamental hammer the size of his palm. Where was this "fabled treasure" this man possessed?
The young rogue left the manor by the same smelly route he'd came by, disappointment showing plainly on his face.
<span italic;"="">In the study, the case sat open, empty.
"If force doesn’t work, use more of it"
Here is a selection of 30 different hammers, used by those who enjoy hearing the sound of bone being crushed.
Hammer good for monster bash! Flat monster is good monster!, ja?
The thief slipped through the alley, and sped down the next hoping to lose his persuers.
"Damn", why did he have to lift this one, it seemed like such a simple job. How on earth did it turn into this?
He could hear the mans bodyguards closing behind him, and he prayed to the goddess they wouldn’t catch him, for he knew if they did, he would surely be hanged.
An idea sparked in his brain. "The shadows", he thought,"I must get to the shadows."
Only another few meters and he would be safe. As he neared his destined stop he slipped back his sleeve revealing the bracelet. "Karnir Aroyth", and as he stood there in the shadows, he vanished from sight.
The Nomin gypsies have a fiddling competition every year, known as the Danse de Velose. Beaters hit out the rhythm on taut drums and the competitors start to play, slowly at first. Youngsters can compete, but are soon pulled away by worried mothers, before the competition becomes too dangerous. After two hours the haunting tune has become dazzlingly fast. You can resign at any time, but the moment you make a mistake you receive an arrow through the neck. Strings may snap, but the players must play on. The whole affair never lasts much longer than three hours, and the last fiddler playing is crowned king of the gypsies.