Andrew Thompson
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As night in the realm approached, the party retreated to the cleaned areas to make camp. With a group this size, three shifts were formed to ensure that everyone got enough sleep while those awake kept an eye out for any threats. Dallion, as having the lowest perception, was paired with Alera and the old man, while the rest were in pairs. The lieutenant was the only one who was to sleep the entire night. Initially, Dallion didn’t see this as fair, but soon he found out that this was due to popular…-
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There were a lot of ways to define the word adventure. Back on Earth, going to a store in an unfamiliar neighborhood could be described as an adventure, or trying out an exotic dish of food for the first time. In Dallion’s world of gaming, an adventure usually meant a specific game mode, or going on an activity involving exploration—in a way similar to what movies, books, and graphic novels illustrated. In this realm, cleaning up a house was an adventure, as was getting rid of some plants. The patch…
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“June, leave the cracks!” The lieutenant shouted as swarms of mosquitoes flew down on the party. Even with the speed of the elites, dealing with the creatures was difficult. There had been several bites so far—all minor wounds—and they were starting to stack up. Dallion had offered to have Lux help out, but the lieutenant had forbidden it, stating that it was better to leave that for after the fight than risk something harming the familiar. “They’re getting away!” the woman shouted back.…
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Not even a prick wound remained after Lux’s treatment of Skiv. If anything, the missing trouser leg was the only lasting damage. The man stood up and walked around just to make sure. Everything was in perfect order. The firebird chick—which had never gotten so much attention until now—cheerfully zipped from person to person at speeds that made it almost seem like it was teleporting. Each time, it would get a few pats on the head, or as close as one could achieve when attempting to bat a flame,…
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Giant blob-like ticks charged at the party. Just looking at them made Dallion’s stomach churn. It was like watching a large squishy water balloon with legs and a hardened pin of a head on top. Only one emotion rang through them—a deep desire to destroy everything and anyone. A knife split the air, hitting one of the creatures in its blobby body. The Tick burst with a pop, splashing everything around it with greenish yellow liquid. Even from this distance Dallion could sense the acid smell among the…
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The guildhall was mostly empty when Dallion arrived. Estezol was absent for once, making everything else look out of place. Spike was there, along with a few other members of the party. The lieutenant, for whatever reason, wasn’t. That made Dallion feel anxious. “You’re early,” Spike joked. Dallion could see enthusiasm and aggression ring through him. He was looking forward to the job and was hoping there would be a lot of fighting as well. “I am?” Dallion looked at the other people…
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Waiting for the day of the mission seemed like an eternity. The experience was made even more bothersome by the fact that Dallion wasn’t allowed to take any other missions by then. The logic given by Estezol was that the guild didn’t want to dilute his focus, which, as far as explanations went, was pretty bad. What was more annoying, the requests from friends and acquaintances to set up the Luors to join them on jobs kept growing. Dallion, of course, had spoken with Gloria and Veil to join in on a job…
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The evening’s performance could have gone better. Dallion’s skills had reached the point that he could pretty much play anything he wanted—as well as sing a catchy local song or two—but his heart wasn’t in it. For the most part, he was just maintaining a background melody, waiting for the night to be over. Thankfully, the inn was so bustling with people that Hannah didn’t notice. There were many mend and improvement requests, though none of them directed towards Dallion. Either way, it…
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On a scale of one to a hundred, having Euryale return was undoubtedly a hundred and one when it came to surprise. Dallion’s immediate reaction was surprise, followed by a sensation of warmth throughout his body. It would be a lie if he said he didn’t miss her, despite everything that had occurred since the last time they were together. The experience of them together was quite similar to last time, with one major exception—they had spent it within an awakening realm. Of course, both had had their…
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It was a single moment of training, but it seemed to change a great many things. While both Vend and Nil assured Dallion that advanced splitting in combat was something that even double digits weren’t expected to pick up immediately, he could see the difference in skill between what he was and what he wanted to be. If he were to achieve all the goals he had set out for, he had to put in more effort and stop getting distracted at every corner. Reaching so far was good, surviving the encounter with the…
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