Andrew Thompson
Stories
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Back on Earth, everyone would be on their phones right in an urgent frenzy to get support, find information, or let the authorities know. There would be a lot of fuss, arguments, and frantic discussions of what should be done. Jiroh did none of that. The instant Dallion uttered the words, the fury grabbed his hand, ripping the sleeve to check the wound. The scary thing was that Dallion didn’t even notice her move. Could it be the adrenalin had caused him to zone out? “Aspan, take care of things until…-
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Work was slow and uneventful. The morning’s events had brought in a few more people, mostly from the guild, but on the whole, there were two improvements and about a dozen mendings. The gains were far from what they had been when Dallion had started, but he didn’t mind. If anything, he welcomed the calm. When everything was over and all but a few regulars had left, Dallion went to have his lunch at the counter. Hannah had gone to take care of some supply issues and left Jiroh in charge of everything.…
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Back on Earth there were hundreds of descriptions of nymphs, from the Greek interpretations to modern artists. Given the creature that stood before Dallion, none of the art did her justice. Slender almost to the extreme, the nymph had an ethereal quality to her, as if she were completely surrounded by water. Long golden hair flowed down from her head, up to floor as she sat next to a large harp. As for her clothes, it was as if she were wearing a garment made of a single sheet of water folded in such a way…
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The celebratory feast was of epic proportions. It was the guildmaster’s rule that after a mission of major significance, including rescuing guild members, the entire guild would transform into a giant party house of sorts. Every guild member was invited to join the feast, regardless if they participated in the mission or not; only those that did would get paid, though. Sitting in the quietest spot he could find, Dallion stirred what was left of his drink with a fork. Dallion stirred for a bit more,…
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Watching a person fight to escape the effects of a chainling was like watching someone try to break a really large balloon from the inside without having anything sharp at hand. Each chord Dallion played made an area of the creature’s silhouette thinner, though still not enough for its prisoner to be released. “Dal.” Bel approached. She was still holding a pair of knives in each hand, ready to throw them at the slightest provocation. “You’re bleeding.” That wasn’t what Dallion wanted to…
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Dallion winced as one of the paws stretching from the chainling’s body slashed his right side. Unable to attack him through direct means, the creature had resolved to launching strands and appendages from its body. Most of the attacks were easy to evade, but now and again some would hit, chipping away at Dallion’s health. For the first time Dallion saw what the guardians facing him must have felt. Now that the roles had become reversed, fighting off a stubborn opponent refusing to die became…
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Dallion could feel the bloodlust directed towards him, yet failed to see any creature. It was as if an invisible presence was following him, keeping just out of sight, while determined to attack at the first given opportunity. By the looks of it, Nox was able to feel the presence as well. With a mixture of reluctance, loyalty, and determination, it continued forward on the verge of running. Based on Bel and Falkner’s reactions, Dallion got the distinct impression that none of them could see the…
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It took a while for Vend and Dallion to reach the gate area to the next level. The entire time Vend didn’t say a word, keeping an eye both on Dallion and the equine. It was obvious he didn’t approve of the draw; it was more uncertainty than anger, although Dallion had still detected a modicum of fear. While walking, Dallion noticed several other equines—of three different colors—observing them at a distance. There were a few points at which the situation was tense, but thankfully, none of them…
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Using music skills continuously was more difficult than originally imagined. Using it to focus on a creature or two was fine, even interesting. Doing so non-stop in an environment that was full of living creatures was painful, to say the least. After five minutes, Dallion felt as if his temples were being crushed. A few minutes more, and the pain had increased to the point he felt as if a set of nails were piercing through his skull. Even so, he gritted his teeth and kept on looking. The seventh level…
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The creatures’ class was enough to frighten anyone. As far as the world was concerned, the star was the antithesis of the Seven Moons. Said to be weaker than any of them, the star was way stronger than anything else in existence and the malice to crush anything it was given the opportunity to. Supposedly all evil things in the world—namely chainlings and the like—were creations of the Crippled Star and like it, had the sole goal of hurting and destroying as much as they could. When Dallion saw the…
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