Christopher Jackson
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This Caern of the Borean White Wolves was a place of power, a holy site, and also had a practical purpose. It bound the Great White Worm, an ancient Bane of ice and cold, beneath it, preventing it from rampaging about the tundra and drowning the world in winter, or somesuch thing. Generations of Boreans had been raised and died in defense of this place, sacrificing their lives against spirits and Fey and dark things born from the Maze that wanted to free the Bane. One of the most effective ways to quiet…-
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-Why not?- Briggs /asked immediately. I knew they could handle the Dragonhearts; it wouldn’t even be a struggle with their mental Stats. They were silent for only a moment, going over the implications. -Huh,- /said Briggs, acknowledging the fact. -You’re right. Given how crazy the Stat raises are, I can’t see how the original Rantha who designed this would miss out on Template buffs. So, that has to mean...- -...that we’ve got Templates waiting for us when we finish up!- Sama /finished for him…
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“We were unaware of such things, although we saw where the Empire has indeed spread its bloodlines to many other worlds, conquering some, merely infiltrating others.” “It happened fairly recently, and since you were trapped here, you could not have known.” I pursed my lips thoughtfully as I studied this Portal, setting my hand on it and keying the power inside of it. Nothing happened, of course. This thing’s only purpose was to form a Portal to another world ruled by dragons, and the Shroud…
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Sleipner was earning his extra stuff every day, too. Veilwalking and his speed made him the absolute best way to get a Lived-Line to anywhere, as long as you could fuel his Ward-ride. That generally required a Warlock with a Ward at /4 or higher, of course, but those were a lot more common than they used to be, and conscripting one to serve as a driver for the two of them wouldn’t have been all that hard. But, since both Legion and Azaia, and a few other people, all needed Lived-Line connections to the…
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It took them about eight hours. I got the initial Infusing of my Helm done. I could send the Tiara back to Detroit for the Penitent to power up. I was planning a Helms of Brilliance are some of the nicest passive magic items there are, totally ignoring the charged gemstones you put on them (and which you don’t want, because they can blow up, and if you use them all, the Helm goes inert). So, you put on the gemstones, and you either never charge them up, or you turn them into x/day use things. A minor…
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“Master Yamamoto. I did not expect to be speaking with you again.” It had taken four days to get the Lived-Line locks I needed, then another day to make it to the North Polar Pyramid, traverse the Long Stairs that stretched impossibly along the great tunnel linking the inner and outer worlds, and exit in that domed sanctuary underneath the North Pole. Making a Great Seal there for a Teleport Lock would make it a minor matter to ‘port down there from the surface above, and as yet the Illuminati did…
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Captain Fernando was an opportunist of the first order, and realized that he was about to get in on the ground floor of something very important if he moved fast. Very quickly he was in talks about moving people to Waterdown and participating in this grand experiment... and taking advantage of the faculties. Then he, and everyone else, got to watch as Legion grabbed six of the wrecks that had been grounded in rather inconvenient places, Watching someone walking on the air, steadily backing up as they…
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“It’s a good thing you tamped down the Nereid Aura, because you look so dangerously sexy right now.” They turned slightly as I inserted myself under one arm, ignoring the spiked scales, perfectly aware that they would not harm me; the sharpest spikes in the world wouldn’t do anything if “It truly is a horrendously powerful weapon,” they said softly, so many voices in their Voice I couldn’t even tell anymore, it just shook me with its power. “Was it better than slaughtering them all?”…
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Legion had no difficulty discerning the whereabouts of the Dragon Queen’s kingdom. Traveler had painted it into the Map, verifying it with several of the inhabitants of Waterdown. Like many places in this world, it was built into the trees, a common defense against some of the brutally powerful land predators here, if not all of them. This layer of defense was somewhat even more useful, as the demon-blooded descendants of the Queen could fly. Interwoven vines, carefully Getting to the approximate…
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“That is a matter for the Land, not for me. Nature Spirits can be fussy about granting Pacts to the Powered, because the Powered often regard the Pacts as little more than convenient sources of power, and they play the obligations off against other things, particularly Divine Patrons. That said, the haror are often the favored of the Spirits of Air if their souls are free of demonic influence. “Just be aware that Windbound are wanderers, and the Landbound, like all Warlocks, roam their lands. Your…
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