Andrew Thompson
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The conversation with the items in Canopa had provided him with quite a bit of useful information. Most of the time had been spent in Dallion answering questions about the world. The dryads—some of which had spent real-life centuries in the small village—were fascinated by everything. All the events of Nerosal, the involvement of the Star, and even his journey to the Glass Mounts were followed with such interest one might have thought they were long-lost secrets of the universe. In many ways, the…-
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“Awakened!” the guards shouted as Dallion approached the village gates. It wasn’t difficult to tell. Only an awakened could carry a backpack that size with next to no effort. Dallion expected his presence to create a lot of commotion, potentially even gather a crowd. Nothing of the sort happened. The massive wooden gates swung aside, allowing him access to the village and… nothing happened. There weren’t crowds of people, far less anyone of importance. It almost felt like Dallion was returning…
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“Careful!” Dallion shouted. “I don’t want you to kill them.” The fight was going so well that the results were bad. It had been over a minute since the cracklings appeared, and Dallion was yet to render one of them unconscious. Nil had assured him that it was possible, and yet the creatures would always end up bursting in a cloud of smoke. It was ironic that Dallion often found himself wishing that the cracklings were slightly stronger. Even with him deliberately not being on the offensive, the…
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Back on Earth, Dallion had seen dozens of traveling videos, each stressing the beauty of this or that vista. Some of the times they were even telling the truth. Nothing, however, had prepared him for the sight before him now. Even the awakened realms, as beautiful as they were, could compare to the real thing. If the Moons had created the world, they had pulled all the stops. The crowds of the trees formed a sea almost up to the clouds. The green canopy extended over five hundred feet above the ground,…
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“Is it true that you’re a hunter?” a boy dared to ask. Since Dallion had started walking about, a group composed of all the village children had been following his every move. While he could appreciate their curiosity—he too had lived in a small, insignificant village—Dallion was starting to miss the calm of walking through the wilderness. “No,” Dallion corrected as he finished stocking up his backpack. “Just an apprentice, hopefully.” “Why aren’t you a hunter?” another child…
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The flock that descended on the village wasn’t particularly large. All in all, there were less than three dozen cracklings, flapping their wings eagerly as they approached. The number wasn’t what bothered Dallion, however; it was the size, or rather the shape. The creatures weren’t birds or large bats… they were miniature dragons, or at the very least something that would pass for such. The moment he saw them, Dallion cursed himself for not realizing earlier. But how could he? Other than a few…
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It was pretty much a rule that things rarely ended up being what one expected. The moment he learned what an avian crackling was, Dallion knew that there was more to the task than Eury made it out to be. His girlfriend had the annoying habit of considering things easier than they ended up being, the single exception being Dallion’s skill requirements to become an apprentice hunter. In this case, the avian that he had come to defeat wasn’t a mere crackling bird, but a nester. Cracklings, as the name…
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The air was crisp when Dallion left Nerosal. The sun had yet to rise, making it the perfect time to leave the capital unseen. The guards were vaguely aware of his task, so they let him out without issue. From there on, it was a long trip to the area of the crackling sighting. To a degree, Dallion agreed. Faint traces of guilt lingered that he had left while the gorgon was asleep. Technically, she had the habit of doing just that, especially after a night of fun. However, she’d mostly go to assist with…
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Up till now, he always believed the title to be reserved for the Order of the Seven Moons. The first instance he had heard of it was when the Archduke’s envoy had come to Dherma village, gathering volunteers for a hunt. The second was when Euryale had addressed one of the battle clerics they had recently come across. Back then, Dallion thought that the gorgon was being respectful. In reality, she was reminding him that they held the same awakened rank. What really had blown Dallion’s mind, however, was…
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Focused splitting… Dallion had seen it several times before, always done by Eury. At the time, he thought it was specific to the gorgon due to her incredible perception level. Apparently, he was mistaken. In reality, it was a learned ability that Vend knew and was now using with lethal precision. It took the combined efforts of Harp and Vihrogon to keep him from seriously harming Dallion. Had this been a real confrontation, either of them would likely have no issue dealing with the lieutenant.…
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