Andrew Thompson
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Just as the armadil shield had suspected, there was nothing that Dallion could say to convince the final sword guardian to surrender the crown. Logic, pleading, even music had hit a brick wall. There was no changing Izgrev’s mind on the matter. The only way forward was to win. In an instant, both Izgrev and Vihrogon charged forward, bursting into echoes as they did. It was no longer one person fighting another, but rather two squads clashing. Dallion concentrated, focusing on each individual dryad. The…-
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There many things of wonder that Dallion had seen since arriving in the world. A city of minotaurs was definitely the most outlandish and magical that he had seen by far. The creatures were nothing like the minotaurs nomads that were caught during the first expedition. They were—for lack of a better word—civilized. Everything from clothes to tools, stalls and buildings were specifically crafted to suit the physiology of the species and nothing else. Minotaur children ran around, curious to get a…
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The winds much fiercer above the clouds, though, thankfully, the snow was gone. The vine whale had used its vines to make a shelter for Dallion and his familiars. Between that and Lux’s flames, Dallion was completely shielded from the elements. However, the concerns remained. In order to get the crown, Dallion was going to have to convince the strongest guardian in the realm to let him take it. “You won’t be able to convince him,” Vihrogon said. The armadil shield had shifted to his dryad form and…
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“And thank you very much for your performance,” the organizer said with a bow after she had handed Dallion a large ingot of sea iron, along with the usual basket of water fruit. “May the Moons bring you victory in tomorrow’s round.” “Thanks.” Dallion forced a smile. Winning in such fashion didn’t feel satisfying at all, not to mention his thoughts were still lingering on the state of the guardian he had wounded. Getting a noble upset, even if it wasn’t through any real fault of his own,…
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Dame Vesuvia was Itella’s babysitter? When Dallion had seen her for the first time, back in his village, he was in awe of her power. Among the soldiers, even the Cleric of the Order, she had the presence of a goddess sent by the Archduke to destroy the monsters of the world. The power level between her and Dallion had been so vast that she couldn’t even compliment him directly. And now, Dallion was about to face someone of the family under which she had been employed. The thought sent chills down…
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Three artifacts from the wilderness—that was the deal Dallion had been forced to make with the general. The only concession Dallion had managed to get was that the original deal regarding the whip blade remained in force—if Dallion managed to reach the top eight, or if he was still in the tournament when it was suspended, he would keep it for free. Also, the general had agreed to give up any monthly rent until Dallion found him the items in question. Considering the man’s nature, the news must have…
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Jewels the size of oranges were slowly crushed into a fine powder. Trickling down, the powder was then caught by dozens of fine needles made of moon gold and transformed into glittering threads. “Gem loom,” the general standing next to the large device that occupied half the room in the place of the gold sand garden. Dallion couldn’t imagine how much effort and money it must have taken to have all that gold dust carefully gathered and moved off to some other room that the general owned and probably…
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There were days in which nothing could go wrong—luck smiled on a person, all the good choices were made, all the gambles turned out worthwhile, not even fate itself could do anything to sour the mood. For Dallion, this wasn’t; one of those days. Looking back, there were signs that it was going to be a tough day since morning. For starters, he had lost his cool during the fight, resulting in the match being stopped. At the time Dallion hadn’t thought anything of it, but for everyone watching—the…
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The time spent with Vend turned out longer than expected. After discovering that the door to the sword room was locked, Dallion had engaged in a training session in one of the items in the basement. In some aspects the training was no different from any Dallion had had before, however, there was one major exception—the training gloves were off. From the get go Vend split into several dozen instances, attacking Dallion in any way possible at full speed. Under such conditions, neither Dallion’s new…
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A roar filled the air, making the end of another tournament event. Normally, this would give the spectators a breather to go about the city before the next series of fights. That meant that for the next hour or so, the streets would be packed with people. Dallion didn’t mind that. His goal was to get to the Icepicker Guildhall before then. Given that it was day, Spike would be replaced by a new set of guards, likely someone that Dallion vaguely knew. The important part was that none of them would find it…
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