Andrew Thompson
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There was no response. The shield guardian never hid that he had taken part in the war. Given the scale of the war, that was to be expected. However, he had never gone into any specific details. If anything, he had downplayed his involvement. It was now obvious that he knew a lot more than he claimed. “The world was a different place back then,” the shield said out loud. Its strap extended, allowing it to slide off Dallion’s arm. Moments later it changed form completely, transforming into a dryad…-
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According to the newly visible information in the ring library, there were said to be seven paths of the Moon. That had been discovered once Dallion had passed his latest awakening trial, thanks to an unexpected rectangle that had emerged. Dallion had tried to ask his echo regarding the exact meaning of that, but by the time he opened his mouth the room itself had vanished, leaving another empty moon. It was at that point that he had a hunch that some of the previously hidden knowledge might become…
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Two armadil shields were summoned in perfect unison, each appearing on the left arm of a Dallion. Moments later, each of the two opponents went into an identical stance. The crowd erupted in cheers once more, it being impossible to determine who exactly they were rooting for. If Nil were here, he’d probably say something obvious, such as “they’re cheering for the winner,” and from a certain point of view he would be right. The trick was for Dallion to make sure that he was the winner and not his…
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It had taken Dallion two hours to flatten a metal ingot to the point he could form the rough shape of a breastplate. Even with Dallion’s improved body and forging skills, however, the result was highly questionable at best. Thanks to what Eury had taught him, the material was pretty much flawless. Getting the shape, though… that was a different matter altogether. Initially, the flattening had started well. When it came to stretching and curving, things went downhill. Mistakes were made forcing Dallion…
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While waiting, Dallion examined the room through the kaleidervisto. The only echoes were those in armor pieces stacked up for the gorgon to repair. “I hate it when you do that,” Eury said, adding the finishing touches to his boots. Being a gorgon, she could do that while still keeping a few eyes on him. “Lots of clients I see,” he said awkwardly. “The usual suspects. All of these are orders from before the festival. I’ll get to them once the madness is over. Until then…” she cut the…
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The arena battles went on. Unlike the first day, only a few challengers had managed to win their fights. Most of them were already touted as potential champions. As for the rest, they exchanged blows, displaying weapons and techniques that fascinated the crowd and amused the nobles. Of the two-hundred and fifty-six fights, however, seven drew the greatest attention. One of those fights was Dallion’s, and despite his best efforts, it remained evenly matched. Pain races throughout his body as the cuts…
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“I’ve improved the leather,” Eury said as Dallion was putting on the boot she’d given him. “It’ll handle the flame, but nothing else will. After your fight, give me the other one and I’ll fix that as well.” “Thanks. I’ll do that.” Dallion stood up and took a few steps. The boot felt slightly snug, but that was to be expected with new leather. Eury had modified the insides so it could handle both his kaleidervisto and dartbow. “It’s great. How much do I owe you?” “It’s…
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Returning to the real world was sudden. Dallion didn’t have a moment’s time to prepare. From his point of view, it felt more as if he’d entered another realm rather than coming out of it. After going through such an experience, one could truly appreciate the story of the monk who, after having a dream of being a butterfly, could no longer be sure he wasn’t a butterfly dreaming of being a monk. Wheels started turning in Dallion’s mind as he slowly remembered where he actually was. It had been a…
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While sending an item from one realm to another felt exciting the first time, it lost its appeal after a few hundred goes. By the time the one thousand mark was passed, it had become a dreary experience. There was no mention of Lastport, so that had to be a city that was established later. That could only suggest that That could have gone better, but at least there was no time constraint. It wasn’t like Dallion would need the information before the end of the festival. With the scrolls in his domain,…
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The best way to describe crackling infested lands, Dallion felt, was as if a volcano had erupted, covering everything with ash. Unlike the coast, there were no cities, or green patches, nothing but wilderness and dust, and—on occasion—thickets of rust trees. As surprising as it was, insects and animals still managed to exist adapting to the harsh environment. However, even they were easy to fall prey to the swarms of cracklings and rustlings. On several occasions Dallion watched how a bird would fly by…
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