Aot Garrison Novels & Stories

"The 12th Garrison?" Adam asked, his expression one of deep thought, "How were you alerted to the convoy's demise?" "Generally we track the progress from the 11th garrison at the receiving end through the Ravine with spotters from our garrison. We hadn't heard from the spotters for longer than was normal, and had begun to mobilize a search party." Greyson explained calmly, "They were about to leave when a group of Aurochs, that we know are used for transport there, entered the bottom of the valley in a panicked state."

The sharp buzzing of her phone against a wooden stool abruptly shattered the loud music echoing off the walls. Avery swiped the screen with a paint-stained thumb, pressing it to her ear. "Get out of the house, Ave," Garrison’s deep, commanding voice boomed through the speaker, completely skipping a greeting. "You sound like you’ve been trapped in a vacuum. Clean up. We’re going to The Rusty Anchor." "Garrison, I'm right in the middle of—" "I don't care," Garrison interrupted smoothly, his unyielding tone brooking no argument. "You need a drink, and you need to get out of that glass tomb before you asphyxiate on paint fumes. I’ll meet you in the corner booth in twenty."

Who would have thought that the Moore family was so closely connected to Sachin Taylor, to the point that they had even sent Auster Moore and the Twenty-Three Golden Garrison to pick him up after he was released from the tower. “Stop them.” At Auster’s order, the golden garrison immediately took action. Even though not even half of the garrison had come cover, they were still able to show off their tremendous combat powers that could make people go numb. Around ten of these people were enough to stop Zeppelin, Jermaine, Matthew, and the rest of Wolf’s Den. Tyr frowned. It was like he could see himself in this Auster guy.

Now it was just wind, empty fields, and the occasional burned-out outpost. “First garrison’s 20 miles east,” Ryn said, checking the map. “Garrison 7. Captain’s name is Varn. Human. Loyal to Thorne, but he respects the Crown.” Kade sniffed the air. “No smoke. No blood. Good sign.” They reached Garrison 7 by noon. The gates opened before they knocked. Captain Varn stood there, 40 years old, scar across his jaw, eyes sharp. He looked at Kade, then at Ryn, then at the wagons.

As such, Sotiria sent Naomi to kindergarten the next day. Garrison had 37 companies. In the past, he used to stay in Rothesay, so he had naturally set up headquarters in Rothesay. Now, since he had moved to Bay City, he would have to gradually transfer his headquarters to Bay City. Hence, after his arrival in Bay City, Garrison became even busier than when he was in Rothesay. He began leaving the house and coming home late from the next day of their arrival. Sotiria stayed at home, taking Naomi to school and picking her up, painting, and living a leisurely and cozy life.

"That used to be you." "I retired," Tristan said. "Now I'm just the snake charmer." They reached the edge of the plateau, looking down into the Industrial Sector. The Garrison was a fortress of black iron nestled between two massive factories. Steam was pouring from every vent. Even from this distance, they could hear the shouts of confused troopers and the clank-hiss of malfunctioning machinery. "The blast doors are sealed," Tristan noted. "Helena did her job. They're trapped inside." BOOM.

They were far enough away to not be overheard but close enough to still be within the garrison grounds. Linus leaned forward against the newly erected fence and glanced around the frozen pasture they let the horses out into during the day. “It turns out that there are several craftsmen staying at Athelney that my father brought to help us build our garrison faster. A ‘mating gift’, he called it. They’re the reason he came so early to visit, that and to check if I’m treating Skye right. More people to coordinate, more mouths to feed. But the garrison will be built a lot faster. It rubs me the wrong way to accept that kind of help but I can’t turn it down either. We aren’t builders, for all th

By the time Victor arrived at the Astrian garrison headquarters, the Astrian garrison was already waiting for him in full battle formation. However, the special mechs weren't there. After all, they still didn't know if a fight would actually break out. If it didn't, using the one-time-use mechs now would be a waste. "Whoa! Quite a show, huh?" Victor scoffed. The Astrian garrison headquarters had nearly 10,000 people. 10,000 was no small number. Bear in mind, these were 10,000 people who were all armed. Victor didn't approach rashly. He would be fighting 10,000 people, so it wouldn't hurt to be careful.