Andrew Thompson
Stories
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Everything seemed different, almost to the point that Dallion hadn’t returned to the real world, but instead entered another realm. To some degree he knew that this was the world that he was supposed to be—the city was bustling with far more people than he had become used to, all the shops and stalls were there and full of goods—and still he couldn’t be fully sure. Every few minutes Dallion would stare at a person or try to climb a building wall, expecting to see awakened markers. When none…-
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The firebird emerged, then flew to the rear of the ship, just as they had practices with Agnii. Blue flames covered the entire section of the ship, after which the vessel propelled forward like the cork of a champagne bottle. Dallion felt his stomach cave as if he were on a violent roller-coaster. The sensation was made worse by the boat splashing rocking up and down along the water. There was no way he could endure a few hours of this, which was why he had no intention of trying. Finally, after all this…
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The ocean wasn’t the destination; it was only the means to reach the other side. Initially Dallion felt some slight regret—he wanted to go on an exciting sea voyage, something this world hadn’t offered so far. After spending half a day zipping through the water on a firebird propelled vessel, he changed his mind. Seasickness, as it turned out, was alleviated by the reaction attribute—the one that he had neglected for some time. The worst thing was that he didn’t even see how he could catch up.…
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The armadil shield said nothing. The point of interest was a fair distance away. If Dallion gave it his all, he probably could reach it within fifteen minutes, give or take. That means that it would likely take him about an hour to meet up with Agnii. That wasn’t going to make the crafter pleased, but then again, the ship was going nowhere without Dallion. Besides, March, Vend, and Eury were nowhere to be seen. Reciting the names of the Moons, Dallion leapt to the nearest roof to the tower, then…
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Seeing Lastport up close was as inspiring as seeing the Egyptian pyramids back on earth. Even after all that time, the undoubted looting, the passage of time, and the cracks that filled the area, one could see its magnificence. The gates were made of the same material as the houses in Nerosal’s noble neighborhood—clean, smooth, impervious to cracks or other decay creatures. The finer details—doors, windows, decorations, furniture—were long gone, leaving only the base behind, but even so, it…
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Moving on from the temple proved much faster, especially with most of the party seeming to jump off the cliff and use a combination of athletics and acrobatics to bounce off the cliff as they went down. It was outright scary that a mountain that had taken days to climb was descended in less than half an hour. Several people offered to carry Dallion again, but he refused, choosing to have Lux help instead. Before he started the descent, though, he looked in the direction they had come from. Clouds and mist…
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The first strike occurred a few minutes from dawn, just as Euryale had predicted. The dryad was the one to start with a simple vertical strike. Of course, simple was a relative term. The speed was too great for Dallion to see. However, there were two far more important details that he did notice: both March and the guardian were combat splitting, and also the dryad was covered in a faint layer of light, indicating that he was from another world. This was the second member of an imprisoned race that…
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The Green Moon's light fell upon the temple, causing the structure to emanate a gentle glow. The very air flickered with green particles, creating the illusion of soft serenity. However, that was far from the case. The dryad responsible for the third region of the world stood a dozen feet from the entrance, patiently waiting. There were no weapons on him to be seen, no army of minions, just a long-sleeved monk-like outfit that flowed down, taking the color of the moon. Meanwhile, the party of awakened…
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Another torrent of leaves hit the peak of the mountain, shaving off chunks of rock. Party members scattered like ants, leaping off the mountain edge, and grabbing hold of the cliff until the wave passed. Everyone else sought shelter behind massive summoned shields. There was no elegance in their actions, they could even be described as cowardly and inefficient, but it was done all with one thing in mind: protect the secret of the party’s advantage for as long as possible. It wasn’t an easy task, but in…
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“Spread out!” Vend ordered. All members of the party dispersed as they kept climbing the mountain at lightning speed. Like hyper goats they went up and up, not stopping for an instant, hot in the pursuit of the root. Most of them knew they couldn’t take a guardian alone, but together, they had more than a fighting chance. Only four people remained in the cave: Dallion, Agnii, and two backup guards with shields at the ready. The adrenaline in Dallion’s veins was so much he could practically taste…
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