Andrew Thompson
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“Furies are creatures of the wind.” That was written in one of the scrolls in Nil’s library, as Gen had found out. It wasn’t much, but it described the nature of the beings perfectly quite well. Why wasn’t there more, though? According to Nil, the library was well stocked with all important books on humanity’s past and present, yet somehow lacked nearly everything beyond that. There were hundreds of scrolls on etiquette, poetry, and awakened philosophy, but nothing relating to sanitation work,…-
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Every city had its dark underbelly. Nerosal was no exception. The major difference from Earth was that here even the underworld was strictly organized. It wasn’t so much a matter of hierarchy, although that too existed as well, but rather of a formalized behavior. As Nil had explained, there were only two people that didn’t conform to any established rules: lowlifes and monsters of the wilderness; one category was a mild nuisance that was mostly ignored; the other a threat that had imperial and…
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“What’s wrong?” Hannah approached Dallion after the lunch customers had left. ”The pace was off. Twice I thought you’d end the song and leave.” Leave it to Hannah to notice these things. Dallion was aware he didn’t play at his best, but he could tell that none of the customers were close to noticing—maybe because all of the attention remained focused on Veil and Gloria. Despite that, the innkeeper had picked it up, and Dallion was certain she wasn’t an awakened. “Just not feeling too…
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Learning magical forging was supposed to be a dream come true. Both on Earth and in this world, children and apprentices dreamt of having the ability to create magical items that had the power to destroy mountains and split seas in two. The only problem was that in order to reach that level, one had to start with something significantly simpler. In Dallion’s case, since he had been too smart for his own good upon selecting his first hammer, that meant learning the most basic of the basics: how to keep a…
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A single blue rectangle marked the successful end of the mission. There were no achievements, rewards, even the party didn’t seem particularly celebratory. With little commotion, they discussed a few details of the job and then—once all the deformed elements were fully restored to their previous state—returned to the real world where the final steps of the cleaning took place. Initially Dallion expected this to be a long and boring process, but to his surprise it was over in twenty minutes. The…
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The dagger zipped past the nymph, then swirled in place doing a hundred-and-eighty-degree-turn and thrust right at her once more. In all the movies back on Earth, guided missiles were depicted as devastating weapons that could never miss. Thanks to Nox and Lux, Dallion had transformed that fiction into reality. Despite all efforts, there was no way to counter that weapon. The “guidance system” had a mind of its own, making complex decisions on the spit, while the blade—thanks to Nox—had the ability…
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Upon its creation, the world of awakened had held seven races, or at least that was what Dallion had been led to believe from the tomes and scrolls he had read in the ring library. It was said that half of these races had been corrupted by the Crippled Star: the copyettes, the dryads, and the nymphs. Each of them had nearly succeeded to conquer the world as a result and each of them had failed. Specifics remained vague other than battle accounts, but what was made very clear was that the entire races were…
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Morning came slowly. Dallion spent the greater part of the night trying to get answers out of Nil about the invisible barrier and everything that was beyond level twenty. As expected, Nil was tightlipped, always shifting the conversation to something more practical, such as the levels leading to level twenty. The echo had also chosen a selection of area mending scrolls for Dallion’s benefit. Compared to other things in the library, there weren’t a lot of them. Clearly Nil—and captain Adzorg…
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The further Dallion went up the mountain, the more difficult it got. That was until he came to three simple realizations. The first one was that parts of the mountain were made of solid metal allowing him to see their composition and weakness. The second was that using his Nox dagger, Dallion could easily etch footholds in certain spots—and that wasn’t exclusive to metal—in order to help him climb faster. The third, and most important of his discoveries, was that there was no rule or reason…
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“Always cover your back,” Spike shouted, amused. Unlike the rest of the group, he found it funny watching Dallion get punctured by swamp mosquitos. The rest of the party was hesitating between pity and despair. Everyone knew that Dallion didn’t have the skills to match them, and still they hoped he would do a lot better. As it turned out, the lieutenant was the best judge of abilities, which was why he had forbidden Dallion from joining in until most of the threat was dealt with. When it came time…
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