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Tuera on the Mean Streets of Gadgetzan by Sheason Tuera on the Mean Streets of Gadgetzan :iconsheason:Sheason 1 0
Literature
To Catch a Lotus
Phyacair calmly floated through the chilly pines of the Whispering Forest in western Tirisfal. He knew that his target was here, somewhere, but – ah! There he is. A lone figure was standing in a clearing, and even though his face was concealed behind a rather macabre mask, the identity of the undead man was clear.
“Greetings,” Phyacair rasped out, floating toward his target. “You are Nimin Duskhammer of the Black Harvest, yes?” Of course he was, Phyacair thought; there was no one else here, and this is where they had agreed to meet. But there was no sense being impolite and assuming.
“Yes I am,” the Count of the House Duskhammer replied. “I can only assume that you are Tuera’s... representative outside of Harvest meetings?” Phyacair nodded.
“I am indeed.”
“You have your Mistress’ gift for me, then?” Nimin asked, cutting to the heart of the matter immediately. Phyacair merely smiled,
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Literature
Shells
Somewhere on the Broken Shore...
DIE, INSECT!” The massive Fel Lord boomed, swinging the equally massive poleaxe. The blackened and dead ground practically exploded in a shower of blazing green fel fire and rubble, sending Tuera Ashama flying. “I will cleave your soul ASUNDER!
She smashed back-first (and upside down) into one of the nearby fel-crystal stalagmites, and collapsed into a bloody heap. With difficulty, she pushed off the ground and got back on her feet, wiping the blood away from her mouth. She balled her hands into fists, which were instantly surrounded by a shroud of green flame.
“Was that your best shot, Xar’thok?” she said with a laugh. “I’ve met gnomes who hit harder!” She didn’t seem bothered that the Fel Lord was easily ten or fifteen feet taller than she was, and at least five times as broad. The Legion lieutenant charged at her with a roar, raising the poleaxe high above
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Literature
Mana Wrench in the Works
It was raining at the Temple of a Thousand Lights. Then again, it was always raining in this part of southern Azsuna. Tuera suspected that the constant stormy weather had something to do with the Naga stronghold just off the southern coast... but that wasn’t really her concern at the moment.
No, she was here in these ancient Nightborne ruins because she needed the money.
When she was forced to destroy the Ashen Citadel, most of her liquid assets and spell foci were rendered to ash and superheated slag. There were certainly ways to make up the money fast and “acquire” more spell components even faster if she wanted to go the flashy illegal route. But that might not be the best idea at the moment, considering so many warrants out for her arrest. The best plan right now was some subtle, only quasi-legal work, and that meant a bit of freelancing for the League of Explorers... and maybe the Reliquary too, if she could find the time. They did tend to pay bette
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Literature
Second Chances, Second Opinions
A week ago...
Green.
The goblins loved this particular shade of green. Phyacair, on the other hand, utterly despised it. It wasn’t the soothing shade found in the Undercity’s slime canals; it wasn’t the tantalizing allure of fel-fire and all the power it offered; it wasn’t even the familiar shade of the Re-Agent, bringing promises of resurrection.
No, this particular shade of green was wholly artificial. The color of plastic. And it was absolutely everywhere here in Gallywix’s Pleasure Palace. Why on Azeroth would someone like Karthys be in a place like this? Phyacair did not know.
All he knew is that Tuera’s Black Harvest communicator indicated to her that Karthys, a rather well-preserved lich and Hand of the Council, was here, somewhere. Tuera had instructed Phyacair to find Karthys, because she needed advice; the kind of advice that a lowly servant like he could not give.
There was a word for this. What this... <
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Literature
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Afterword)
Afterword
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Something felt odd. I could feel something, for one thing, and that was certainly a change from... from... I’m not sure. I’m confused. Was I dead? It felt like I was supposed to be dead. I think. I’m not sure. Didn’t I already do this? Something tells me that I’ve been here before.
“I think he’s waking up!” I heard a muffled voice, like it was miles away.
I tried opening my eyes. The sterile chrome roof above my head was blinding. Everything felt fuzzy. But I could definitely hear a steady beeping, and it felt like I was covered in... wires? Where am I? Am I in one of the Big MT labs, or...
A hand squeezed my own. I looked down and tried to focus...
“Bout time yer crippled ass woke up,” Cass said from my side, smiling at me and holding onto my hand tightly. Her hat was nowhere in sight, and her messy red hair was hanging loosely around her smiling face. That just made me even more c
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Literature
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Epilogue)
Epilogue
- - -
And so The Courier, who cheated death in the cemetery outside Goodsprings, managed to do the impossible one last time, and the Mojave Wasteland was forever changed.
The army of securitrons beneath The Fort was a secret weapon that only Sheason’s closest friends saw coming. It caught both Caesar’s Legion and the New California Republic completely off guard, driving them both from Hoover Dam and securing the independence of New Vegas. With the aid of both The Kings and the Followers of the Apocalypse, the securitron army was able to maintain order in the city streets following the battle. The citizens of Freeside were already well accustomed to securitron patrols after the defeat of Los Zorroz, so very little seemed to change for most people.
With the reigns handed over to Julie Farkas, New Vegas assumed its position as a powerful independent city-state: a shining beacon of civilization in the wasteland, and a refuge for those who wanted peace
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Literature
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 172)
Chapter 172: Cashing Out
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I may have spoken too soon.
All I managed was a measly three shots from the LAER before he closed the distance. Two of the beams impacted against his chest armor amid a shower of sparks, and the third hit his shoulder briefly, before glancing off. Didn’t have long to be surprised though, because that massive sword of his was coming straight for my face. And if that weren’t bad enough, the sword had set itself on fire again.
I tried to remind myself what Benny had told me, and focus on the fact that it wasn’t real. But even if the flames weren’t, that fucking sword was.
I rolled out of the way as fast as I could, but I wasn’t quite fast enough. The ground under my feet split apart with a monstrous explosion, showering me with sharp rocks and flying shrapnel. I tried to get back up on my feet, hoping that he hadn’t expected me to dodge that first strike-
WHAM!
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Literature
A Chat over Coffee
It was a chilly Saturday morning in Dalaran. Then again, the altitude makes every morning in Dalaran more than a little bit cold. Today, however, seemed especially frosty for one particular patron sitting in the Legerdemain Lounge.
Tuera Ashama, the former mistress of the Ashen Citadel, was sitting in one of the booths near the back. She sighed as her chin rested against her hand; as uncouth as it was, both her elbows were on the table. Her half-finished cup of coffee was sitting next to her, slowly wafting ribbons of steam into the air.
Normally when she was out and about, knowing that she’d be seen in public, she would make sure to be wearing an elegant outfit that would be tailored precisely to compliment her figure as exquisitely as possible. On any other day, everything about her appearance would be absolutely on-point.
But not today. Today, her ragged outfit was frayed, burnt, and practically held together with twine and hopeful thoughts.
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Literature
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 171)
Chapter 171: Welcome to Hell
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I woke up to the sound of helicopter blades. At least, that’s what I thought it was at first; everything was so hazy and unfocused that I couldn’t concentrate. I tried opening my eyes, but the light was blinding. I blinked away the haze, and eventually my eyes adjusted to the light. The world shifted into focus, and I saw a spinning fan above my head. I was laying flat on my back, on a bed in a... familiar house... somewhere...
Wait a minute. Haven’t I done this before?
“You’re awake,” a gruff, old voice said from somewhere to my left. “How about that?” That sounded like... but no. No, it couldn’t...
I rolled over, trying to get up to get a better look at who was speaking, but everything started spinning. I felt a pull deep in my gut, like my stomach was attached to a falling anvil, and I resisted the urge to vomit. I held my head and rubbed my eyes, trying to figure out what
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Literature
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 170)
Chapter 170: The Storm
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Hey, kiddies! This is Three Dog, your friendly neighborhood disc jockey! What’s a disc? Hell if I know! But I’m gonna keep talkin’ anyway! Got a lot of great music coming straight for your ear-hole a little later, but right now we’re gonna start with request from a loyal listener livin’ in Vegas. It’s somethin’ from a little band called Foreigner, telling the story of a man “At War With the World.” All that and more, coming up next – only on Galaxy News Radio! AHWOOOO!
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It was just before noon on December the 26th, 2281.
Everything seemed quiet, so most of us were hanging out in the common room. Boone and Veronica were playing a few rounds of pool. Arcade had finished nursing his hangover, and was playing darts against Christine. Cass was sprawled out on the couch, with Roxie on her lap. And I was in the easy chair, finishing up the job of cleaning Roscoe.
J
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Literature
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 169)
Chapter 169: The Calm
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That’s right kids, it’s me – Three Dog! Bow wow! How’re you kids handling Post-Apocalyptia tonight? Got lots of great music lined up for all y’all tonight. We’ve got “Children of the Grave” from Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin with some pure “Rock and Roll,” and we’ve even got a little Queen with “You’re My Best Friend.” But I think I’m going to kick off this long block of new music with some Pink Floyd. It’s “Wish You Were Here,” and I’m glad you’re here with me, only on Galaxy News Radio! AHWOOOO!
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The orange and purple hues of a sunset were filtering through the clouds and onto the Lucky 38’s balcony. I was leaning against one of the railings, watching the city below; it was already a bustle of activity, and the first of the neon lights were starting to blink into life. Despite all the... exc
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Literature
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 168)
Chapter 168: In the Line of Fire
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Good morning, chiiiiiiiiiildren! Time to wake up with Galaxy News Radio! We’ve got a great show for you today, jam packed with all the music and news your hearts can handle! Right now, though, I’ve got something I know none of you have ever heard before. It’s something called “Land of Confusion,” coming to us straight from those masters of confusing us with song lyrics themselves: Genesis! Only on G! N! R!
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“Good morning, sir,” a digital voice cut through the foggy haze of sleep. My eyes snapped open, but it took several seconds for the rest of my body to follow.
“N-huh? Wha?” Cass muttered blearily from somewhere to my side. I felt her hand clumsily paw at the sound, smacking me several times across the chest. “Fuggoff... f’ve m’re minuh...” Her words trailed off, she grabbed hold of me, pulled me close, and proceeded to snore in
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Literature
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 167)
Chapter 167: Reactor Action
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AHWOOOO! That’s right, children! It’s me, Three Dog! BOW WOW! First things first, I gotta shout out, and give a little love to all of you out there, taking time to call in and let me know what you think of the new music: you guys rock! I think I knew, deep down, that you all would like it, but I never imagined I would get this kind of response so quickly! All of you kick ass, I’m more than happy to keep spinning these new tunes! Up next, we’ve got a little bit of Jimi Hendrix tellin’ us all that “The Wind Cries Mary.” Only on GNR!
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I emerged through the curtain of sparks and lightning, stepping off the teleport platform and back into the Lucky 38.
“Hey, Yes Man!” I called, not even slowing down as I entered the main room. Immediately, the big monitor winked into life and Yes Man’s smiling face appeared.
“Hi there!” he said. “What can I
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Literature
New Vegas: Sheason's Story (Chapter 166)
Chapter 166: Dam Tourists
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Welcome back to Galaxy News Radio! This is Three Dog with an important public service announcement! Listen here, children, I know that sometimes the wasteland may seem bleak... but promise me that you will never give up hope! Hope will keep the world alive. Hope will be your light in the darkness... or at least, the radiation. Always remember that for every asshole, slaver, raider shithead out there, there are just as many people who will stand up by your side and help you fight back! So keep fighting the Good Fight, children! We’re Radio Free Wasteland, and we’ll be here... for you.
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“I can’t convince you to stay, huh?” I asked, watching as Chris made his way to the Roadkill. Fawkes was leaning against his giant gatling laser, calmly smoking a cigar, and Dogmeat was leaning out of the open canopy, panting away happily. Chris turned on the spot, smiled at me and shook his head.
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Dress Progress 3 by Sheason

There has to be a quicker way to do this. I don't know if this is me being out of practice, or if I never learned it right to begin with, but it feels like I'm doing all of this in the least efficient way possible.

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Tuera on the Mean Streets of Gadgetzan
A companion piece to the story "To Catch a Lotus", showing exactly what her dress looks like. Or, at least as close as I could manage with my limited photoshop skills.

This took WAY too long. I don't know if it's because I'm just so out of practice, or because I never learned the basics properly. In any event, I need to figure out a way to do this quicker (and better) without my hand cramping up so much.
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Dress Progress 3 by Sheason

There has to be a quicker way to do this. I don't know if this is me being out of practice, or if I never learned it right to begin with, but it feels like I'm doing all of this in the least efficient way possible.
Dress Progress 2 by Sheason

I got a new tablet.

Still working out the kinks.
You know, I really don't want to admit this... but there is a small part of me that is tentatively looking forward to that new World War 2 Call of Duty game. I mean, I know Call of Duty games are enjoyed by the absolute worst kind of people imaginable, and even if I do eventually get it, I'm not gonna touch the multiplayer with a 20 meter cattle prod, but... it has been a while since I've played a good World War 2 shooter.

I'm not sure Wolfenstein: The New Order technically counts for that category, as it's alternate history where you fight space Nazis and robot dogs, so I'm not including it.

To quote Yahtzee: "I'm really, really missing the days when the vicious, imperialist, xenophobic, war-hungry nationalistic bastards treading all over other peoples' countries with a ridiculously excessive war machine are the people I'm supposed to be killing, not playing as."
It's only Tuesday

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avenger09 Featured By Owner May 18, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
Came across this mod and thought you might enjoy it for it's Lore references www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Q9hx3…
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CC3TheArtist Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2017  New Deviant Student Interface Designer
Here take a llama (:  Hooray Llama Badges 
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Sheason Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
You know, all the years I've been on this website, and I still don't understand what the Llama's are or what they're for.

I mean... thanks. But I don't get it.
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CC3TheArtist Featured By Owner Apr 29, 2017  New Deviant Student Interface Designer
sorry but it can not be returned jeje 
bye KirbyWink 
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avenger09 Featured By Owner Edited Nov 21, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
It's kinda sad/weird how all the previous Games antagonists have been declawed in the sequels. 
The Supermutants who once threatened to overrun humanity and convert them to their Unity. Are have become a common sight with many turning out to be all right people. 

The Enclave. Scattered to the four winds like leaf's from a felled tree, unlikely ever to sprout with the same might in the Radioactive soil. 

Makes me wonder how the Institute will fair in Future instalments. 
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avenger09 Featured By Owner Edited Nov 14, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
I've always wondered what Marcus though of good old Lou. www.youtube.com/watch?v=8U9T8Z…;
Perhaps he could reference him in conversation with Chris and Shea?
Or maybe share with Chris a photo of his Dad and his group, like this one. andronicusvii.deviantart.com/a…
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hyperdragon97 Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
In your side stories taking place at the Inventory, you said that the character of Sheason Fisher could theoretically fit into almost any game or story. That has me wondering two things. First, what are the definitive traits that all iterations of Sheason would share? And second, what might Sheason be like as an Overwatch character?
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Sheason Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
I'm pretty sure Sheason is already there, underneath Soldier 76's face mask.
Now, I know Soldier 76 is the most boringly generic of all the colorful characters in that game, but look at the list:
-Old and grizzled as fuck
-A skilled killer, no matter what weapon he decides to use
-Probably drinks heavily
-Used to be idealistic and is now cynical and jaded, but will still do the right thing as a first instinct, despite himself.
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hyperdragon97 Featured By Owner Nov 10, 2016  Hobbyist Digital Artist
That actually makes a lot of sense. 
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Voltron64 Featured By Owner Oct 31, 2016
It's a bit of a dissapointment you won't have Tuera around when the Courier meets Lanius himself.

"Chuck? What in god's name is all this?"

"...And a pleasure to see you too, Mary."
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