Andrew Thompson
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To this day, Dallion had seen only a few magic weapons in this world. Most notable, and first, was the dual sword of Dame Vesuvia she had used to kill the chainling with. More impressive than the dartbow—a weapon that at the time he had also viewed as ridiculously overpowered—the blade had the power to slice a creature believed to be unstoppable. Somehow Gola had also been granted such a weapon. The magic material was considerably less—according to Dallion’s forging skills, only a small area of…-
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It took over an hour for the tournament fight to get approved. Dallion found it beyond annoying that in a world with instant communications, arguably even faster than those on Earth, it took so long for something simple. Strictly speaking, everything that was necessary was for someone on the tournament committee to create an echo in an item and then have the contestants go at it. However, when nobles were concerned, nothing was as simple. No one dared do anything that would displease powerful interests, so…
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Morning came early and when it did, it found that Dallion was already awake. The young man was feeling better on a lot of levels. Most of the pain in his head and eyes was gone, along with the aftereffects of the world expedition. And there was more—after completing the trial that had prevented him from progressing for so long, Dallion felt a sense of freedom he hadn’t experienced for a while. That was one other thing that he needed to get used to. The shardfly was the first minion that actually…
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The room was considerably larger than one would have thought. In truth, it wasn’t a room, but rather an entire world with a door in one end. Meadows continued up to the horizon where three snow capped mountains rose up under a large, green moon. A path led from the door to the only wooden table in the surroundings. Two people sat at the table. Dallion knew neither of them to be human. One was a child who looked like Dallion had when he was a teen, at least on Earth. The other was wearing an outfit of…
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The firebird flew down just in the nick of time, avoiding the destructive slash that sliced three walls of the room. This was a practical example of why such attacks weren’t to be used indoors, however in the case of Falkner that worked to his advantage. As it turned out, the realm was also connected to Dallion, and while defeating him in such fashion would require utterly destroying the room, each slash was painful and came with the standard five percent health decrease. “How come you know attacks I…
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Dallion lay on the floor, eyes closed, hoping his headache would subside. That seemed to be the common element as far as non-combat skills were involved. It also proved that learning to forge was far more difficult than he had imagined. There never was any illusion it would be easy—the days spent trying to figure out how to forge sky silver had taught Dallion that much. Thankfully, after an intense session with Fire Sky, he had finally got the hang of the basics. Three items—that was what he was…
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Finding Fire Sky turned out to be more difficult than it seemed. Initially, Nil had refused flat out. Then, when he had seen that Dallion was serious on the matter, he had reluctantly agreed, but under the condition that Dallion wouldn’t change guilds. Since Dallion had no such intention, the promise was easily made. It was at that point that the hunt began. Initially, Dallion went to the Flameforge guildhall. There, a polite woman—Estezol’s equivalent—had explained that Fire Sky was unavailable…
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Standing in front of the overseer’s house sent shivers down Dallion’s spine. It wasn’t caused by fear or concern—the reason Dallion had come here was considered important enough—it was his body reacting to what Nil described as a spiritual draft. Taking a deep breath, Dallion knocked on the door. Barely had he done so than it opened, revealing a captain of the city guard inside. “I want to see the overseer,” Dallion said. “Are you sure?” The surprise emanating from the man was…
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The atmosphere was very different when Dallion went to visit the festival committee. The giant line of tournament applicants was gone, as were any people that weren’t supposed to be there. Instead, there were dozens of people running frantically about, seeing to final details. Among the standard bureaucrats—some of which Dallion had gotten to know by name—there was a large number of temps as well as, to Dallion’s surprise, a noble. She was little more than a child—a girl of twelve at most,…
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Returning to normal was a gradual process. Unlike Dallion’s previous experience, a simple nap wasn’t enough to get him fully functional. The sensation was rather like recovering from a cold—it required a lot of rest, relaxation, and liquids. The staff of the inn took turns checking in on him. For the most part, it was Veil and Jiroh, though. Aspan was needed in the kitchen full time and Gloria spent the afternoons doing theatre training. Apparently, she had reached the level at which she had been…
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