Andrew Thompson
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A week ago, Dallion would have charged directly at the guardian. Both of them had ranged attacks now, also the boy had matured quite a bit since their last encounter. There was more in fighting than the actual battle. As he looked at the golem, Dallion saw many of his options—he could shoot a bolt directly at him, he could wait for the guardian to make the first attack, or he could start walking calmly forward. For a split second, images of each action appeared in Dallion’s mind, showing him the…-
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It was already an incredible coincidence that his “grandfather” had turned out to be one. Maybe there was something linked to genetics after all? “What do you think?” a familiar voice asked nearby, it was Veil. Dallion had to admit the blond had improved quite a bit as well since their last fight. Judging by the way he had suddenly appeared, he might have gotten a second skill as well. “I fixed up the place nice, right?” “You did?” Dallion smirked. “I thought Gloria was doing most of…
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The elder’s house was just as improved on the inside as it had been outside. Every item and piece of furniture within view had been carefully mended, including a large carpet Dallion remembered ripping as a child by accident. The thing had been so old that just walking on it had caused a tear. Now it appeared brand new. “You’ve been busy,” Dallion said, impressed. “A bit.” Kraisten went to the living room table—another new addition, made entirely out of stone—and sat down. “Others did…
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It was impressive how much things could change after because of one simple action. Not that Dallion would have called defeating the village chief simple. It had taken him a full day of sleep to recover from the battle. Apparently fighting in someone else’s awakening room was more exhausting than two all-nighters in a row. Upon waking up, though, Dallion had found himself in an entirely different village. It was as a mythical entity had come by and cranked up the color saturation of everything to a…
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Ever since the first week he had been in this world, Dallion had imagined defeating the village chief and freeing Dherma from his tyranny. Of course back, then he couldn’t even remember the name of the village, or pretty much anything else of significance. If he hadn’t been from Earth, he might not have remembered anything at all. Now that the deed was done, he didn’t know how to feel. That was the problem with real life—it was never straightforward. Dallion looked at the village chief beside him.…
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“You were friends with my grandfather?” Dallion found that hard to believe. After everything the village had been subjected to at the hands of the chief, it seemed ludicrous. “I was,” Aspion spat out the words with disgust. “He craved attention and in the end he got it. The Order of the Seven Moons doesn’t like people meddling with the Crippled Star, but that’s nowhere near as bad as what your grandfather did afterwards! He—” A bolt bounced off the floor inches from the chief’s…
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It was said that joining the army was the fastest way to a noble title. All it took was to be noticed by the right people, and soon miracles could happen. The catch was that the chances of promotion were directly proportional to the danger involved. Joining the city guard in peacetime was a pretty decent gig. The only things one had to worry about were local riff raff and the occasional hunt. Normally it would take years to advance in rank. Joining in wartime was an entirely different matter. Under normal…
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News of the leveling of Dherma spread throughout the entire county. Within days an envoy of Count Harlow came to the village to mark the event. A celebration never before seen in the village was held, bestowing the title of vice-knight on the village chief. According to the new status, the village was allowed to become an official trading post where caravans could stop. The people responsible for the area improvement were declared heroes, as well as given ten coins of silver, a travel emblem, and…
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It didn’t take long for the plan to be revealed. The very next day the village chief made an announcement, or rather it was more of a challenge: should his son manage to improve the state of the village, he would be allowed to leave and head for the cities in the count’s domain whenever he wanted. The idea had surprised nearly everyone, though not Aspion. He had been the one who had told Kraisten of the significance of improving a living area. With settlements being rare, especially on the frontier,…
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“Have you ever wondered what it’s like?” Kraisten asked from the top of the village bell tower. The place had been declared out of bounds ever since it had nearly crumbled in a storm three years ago. Unknown to most, Kraisten had used his awakening power to mend it months ago. Now it was only the outside that looked decrepit, on the inside the structure was as strong as granite. “The cities?” Aspion shrugged. “Probably boring. What could they have there that we don’t?” He crossed his arms.…
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