Andrew Thompson
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Four more ambush attacks occurred on the way to the temple, each one weaker than the last. Initially, Dallion took that as a sign that the guardian was weakening, but as Euryale explained, it was the opposite—the guardian felt there was nothing else it could learn, so had stopped wasting time. Soon enough, the structure of the temple was visible. It was quite different from the temple they had entered from. The building was roughly the same size, but its roof wasn’t triangular, but rather…-
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As hard as Dallion tried, he was unable to sleep. The first hour passed with him turning around beneath a blanket in the hopes that he’d get tired enough. When that didn’t work, he just gave up on the whole thing and decided to walk about the town. Nil was strongly opposed, of course, explaining that this was no way to be ready for an actual fight. Only the armadil was supporting, cracking a few jokes in typical fashion. Other than the material the town was made of, there was nothing particularly…
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There were no unexpected encounters as the party moved through the forest, although at several points Dallion heard sounds of creatures in the distance. Out of habit, he asked Nil what they could be of, but the old echo hadn’t the slightest idea. It was the Shield who suggested that they be dealing with a jackalear. A bear with antlers, the creature was supposed to be an apex predator that lived in such environments. Territorial and highly intelligent, the creature only appeared when threatened or…
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A distinct smell of lavender filled the air. The source remained elusive until the group made their way down and reached the start of the forest. It was then obvious that the trees themselves released the smell, which became even more apparent when the first campfire was built. According to March, the group was scheduled to remain a week in the forest itself, hunting and getting water and firewood. Dallion asked about stones and rocks, only to be told that would take place during a later part of their…
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The day passed in the wink of the eye. The chaos of lunch and dinner, the time spent training in between, even the massive rearrangement of Dallion’s realm seemed to have gone in a flash. There was no telling whether he had spent a day or a week in true time, doing everything he wanted to do, all with the goal of getting his mind off things that were and that would be. There was but one regret—he hadn’t managed to see Euryale that night. The gorgon’s workshop was empty, with nothing but a note…
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The suggestion didn’t even make Dallion smile. Quietly, he continued along the smaller, less crowded streets towards the Gremlin’s Timepiece. Nil continued making comments now and again, his words had become little more than background buzzing… very annoying buzzing at that. The exchange hurt, not just psychologically, but it physically hurt Dallion enough to make him stop mid step. It was gone after only a second, but lasted enough to serve as a reminder of the promise to the Green Moon. Unlike the…
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“Exquisite,” the general said as he examined the bolt. “Didn’t think I’ll see one of these. How did you get it?” “Does it matter?” Dallion smirked. He wanted to add a bit of arrogance to his voice to let the general know he wasn’t a pushover, though not too much to make him hostile. “Only if it helps me get more,” the man replied without blinking an eye. “It was said that these were used during the copyette wars ages ago. Large quantities were kept after the race was banished into…
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“Shield, open a crack!” Dallion shouted as the shield sphere flew down towards the sand. It wasn’t the fact that they were falling that worried him. Rather, it was the things that followed. At present, the shield and Lux’s help inside were enough to absorb the force of any fall. However, neither would be able to deal with what followed. Should the obsidian dragon decide to bury Dallion beneath the sands, there was nothing he could do except surrender. The armadil shield opened up…
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Dallion couldn’t stop thinking of the shardfly’s last moments. It was easy to wave the sensation away as a momentary low. After all, he had felt the same when Nox and Lux had originally faded out of existence. This should be no different… and yet the intensity of sadness was multitudes stronger. Maybe it was because the guardian could speak, unlike Dallion’s previous familiars. That sounded like a logical reason, though as much as he tried to rationalize it away, Dallion felt that there was…
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A forest surrounded Dallion. In several ways, it was similar to the one in his last visit, however, there were a few subtle and not-so-subtle differences. For starters, all the tigerpines were gone. Dallion could sense a few creatures in the vegetation, but they did their best to keep away from him, likely aware of the level difference. Another difference was that the trees themselves had changed into a weird hybrid of pine trees with maple leaves. Back on Earth the combination would have been unthinkable,…
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