Christopher Jackson
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The Black Rat hemmed and hawed, unperturbed by the death of the Daoist. The Cultivators had naturally long ago worked out that Briggs was in charge, and dearly wanted to kill him. Sniping attempts and assassinations were rote stuff for him now. Got him his Naming Karma most every day! Briggs naturally enough was happy they were springing this shit on him and not on more vulnerable members of his forces. One of his Powered helped him comprise the notices, but he still dictated every death letter…-
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Flensing claws splattered against his Sun and faded to nothingness. Well, it looked like they burned away as the Qi hit the pure proto-magic of his Sun and broke apart at the contact, but the effect was basically exactly the same as hitting a Null, just a little more overbearing. They just disappeared when they hit a strong Null, which was more frustrating. The Daoist who’d just launched the attack at him made a rather sickened face and turned to run, confident he could dodge something as big and heavy…
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Ninety seconds, and the first section of the bow was sheered off and fell away. We all watched it fall off and slam to the ground below with a dull clang, and the ringing beat of the A magnetized crane came down quickly, men stepping up to guide it into contact with the severed hull fragment. Opposing elements engaged with a crackle, and the magnohook adhered solidly to the fallen metal, yanking tons of steel up into the air before slowly moving towards a tracked rail conveyor ready there to accept it…
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I looked back at the other logistical situations back home. The re-tooling in preparation for devolving to steam power and lack of electricity was ramping up faster and faster. Those who didn’t want to shoot and hack things were contributing and Leveling up in their own slower way, grabbing their basic Racial Class Levels and improving quickly enough that way. The petroleum industry was basically slowly shutting down at this point. Wells were being capped and sealed, magically if at all possible,…
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Okay, Shvaughn was on the hunt, and some wealthy and powerful individuals were soon going to be part of the Hungry Warlock, I had no doubt. I wasn’t worried about them being powerful, as the number of Tens in the World who could be a danger to Shvaughn were generally all very focused on Leveling up right now. If she was smug about how she was literally one step from a booty call with Legion at any time, I was nice enough not to point out that she MIGHT make the top ten of Legion’s amours...…
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-You are saying my road may take me there, regardless of my wishes...- Shvaughn /murmured to me. - She /eyed me, and could only agree with that. I was totally inhumanly bonkers smart, it was true. My main restriction was on Ranks of knowledge, not getting modifiers. I was stacking more modifiers every day. Heck, I was getting Calligraphy Mastery Tiers foisted off on me now, just so I could draw Runes better and faster, or something. I could remember having fairly atrocious handwriting, so even my…
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-Urp!- I slid an /eye Shvaughn’s way. That was her general alert that she’d just Consumed someone for some reason. -You’ll be happy to know that a certain someone was contracted for a substantial amount of money to kill Sir Pellier,- she /informed me, giving me a view of a hard-eyed, dark-eyed fellow who was now contributing to Shvuaghn’s assassination skills. -This was a specific posted contract by third parties I am not aware of, with no religious bias,- she /answered blandly. Clearly, this…
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Legion got slowly to their hooved feet, at first moving slowly to savor the exquisite rush of power and sensation through themself, but then realizing it was just another emotional wave that had to be dealt with. Also, the fact that they were thirty feet tall right now was something to note. They extended out wings reaching a span of easily a hundred feet, black wings tinged in sullen red and other subtle hues, but blazing celestial Runes still shining upon them. They were also as razor-edged as knives,…
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Legion could not deny any of that, and indeed did not have any desire whatsoever to, since it was all true. Indeed, the additional bonds were wonderful to have. -Ughril desires me, too,- they /murmured in reply, and could not help smiling at the thought. Pride and vanity, yes, they had immense amounts of both cycling through them, waves that splattered off the rock at their core, pleasant surges that faded soon enough before their calm center. They valued that incredible calm in the middle as the…
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“Is that possible?” Colyxis promptly blurted out, staring at Legion with balefire eyes, the Night Reaper’s Sabers dropping lower by the second. “If I choose to make room it is. Don’t try to take her from me, dears; she’s all mine to play with.” All five demonesses smiled the exact same kind of smile. “That hardly means we can’t sample her later, right?” Libella Noi purred, the Dirge Reaper’s purple hair flowing with a life of its own, her ghost-harvesting Sabers wailing softly in…
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