Andrew Thompson
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A thin line continued towards the horizon, slicing columns along the way. In his single strike, Dallion had formed a perfect circle. This time, the attack was entirely his doing. Harp hadn’t helped, but had been an instrument of his attack. The air shattered, forming thousands of glittering fragments, as if dozens of invisible windows had been broken. However, those weren’t windows, they were the illusions that gleam had created. Barely had the rectangles appeared, that Dallion fell to his knees.…-
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Another of Dallion’s instances managed to fire a bolt from point blank range, reducing Nox’s health by a tenth. It was a slow and laborious process, but at least he was getting somewhere. Having to fight without the ability to restore health was a significant hindrance, although Dallion was somewhat used to it thanks to his wilderness activities. Thankfully, due to their natures, Lux and Nox weren’t a good match together. The firebird couldn’t heal the crackling without harming it. Sadly, that…
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Unfortunately, the voice didn’t belong to the gorgon, but to her workshop. Dallion sighed internally. He knew from experience that there wouldn’t be any chance of peace and quiet. Most of the other guardians in the workshop knew not to make too much noise, but the workbench never seemed to get the hint. So much for that notion. The discussion with the overseer had to be pretty important. Putting the food he got from Aspan on a shelf, Dallion considered his options. Given what was expected from him,…
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“Diplomatic as usual, I see,” Aspan greeted Dallion as he entered the kitchen. At first glance, the cook looked like the average person. All people knew about him was that he was an excellent cook, even if a mouthy, who preferred to rarely be seen and always worked alone. In truth, he was the leader of the copyette race who had tried to take over the world millennia ago. At one point, Dallion had almost killed him, back when he feared that Aspan had aspirations to conquer the world again. As it turned…
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The heart of a cloud fort. Dallion kept thinking about it as he washed in his usual city lake. Normally, people wouldn’t be allowed to do that during the day, but both the city guard and the guardians in question turned a blind eye. Dallion didn’t reply. He knew that better than anyone. However, he had no choice in the matter. The debt had to be repaid, especially since Moon vows were involved. Back when Dallion had gone to the general asking for help to save Nerosal, he knew that he would get a bad…
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“Here we are,” Largo said, looking at the distance. “Good old Nerosal.” He was voicing what was on everyone else’s mind. Even ignoring the series of disagreements, the party had been outside far too long. Usually, a hunt would last a few weeks at most. This time, they had been out there for over a month. Thankfully, the amount of money earned was worth it for most. Dallion had no idea what everyone did with their money, but even he could see that it vanished faster than it was supposed to.…
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It had been a while since he’d done that. When it came to the wilderness or awakened abilities, the gorgon outperformed him in nearly every regard. However, an area in which she didn’t compete—one in which she couldn’t compete—was his knowledge of Earth. Euryale tensed up a bit. She had seen all too well what the firebird was capable of in the real world. In theory, its speed was greater than Eury’s, though Dallion had never put the matter to the test. Now was as good a chance as any. “Does…
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Jiroh wasn’t at Halburn, when the hunter party got there. Once they reached the Five Eyes Tavern, her sister—with little fanfare—let the group know that Jiroh had set off after a merchant with no idea when she would be coming back. The thunder fury had, of course, paid for the beds, and left a message for everyone to wait for her at Nerosal. This didn’t bode well for some members of the group. No one was particularly vocal about it, but Dallion could see that their patience was running thin. Good…
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Little was said on the way back. With Jiroh being exhausted from the previous push to carry people, the group had to make their way back the old fashion way. No one complained particularly. It also gave Dallion time to think. The meeting with the hunter definitely hadn’t gone the way he expected. Learning the information virtually for free was better than anyone could hope for, however, it had come with a lot of baggage. The more Dallion thought about it, the more difficult he found it to disprove the…
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“The palace of clouds…” the dwarf sighed. “I’ll get us a mug of spirits.” With a heavy step, Fevre walked out of the building, only to return shortly later with a large bottle. The moment he uncorked it, the smell of pure alcohol filled the room. The dwarf took an unapologetic swig, then brushed the top of the bottle with his sleeve and handed it to Jiroh. Much Do Dallion’s surprise, the fury not only accepted it, but took a swig as well. “Strong,” the fury said, then placed the bottle…
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