Christopher Jackson
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“How bad was it?” I asked Legion quietly, referring to the hunting they’d been doing... especially the first three ‘back-up singers’ of Light’s. I could have spent a Morningfire and Morningflame were recovering in the room beyond together. Azaia was with them for when they awoke, and I was there for moral support. I didn’t have the emotional investment in the two, more an analytical assessment of my obligations, although I definitely knew how to fake it, and I certainly had sympathy and…-
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The word she uttered in Demonic was vile enough that the MP’s all spontaneously vomited to hear it, which no doubt would have entertained her were matters better. “Huh. Disappointing,” I muttered, totally unfazed, of course. The I glanced at the diamond in my hand, and golden threads of light shimmered around and through it, forming a complex pattern attuned very, very specifically to the Name she’d just given me, or it simply would not work. I held it up for her inspection, and she grimaced…
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Fort Maginot was the military institution closest to Germany and the Berlin Shroudzone. Germany was, by this point, basically a wasteland. Multiple Shroudzones born from the atrocities the Nazis had been doing had risen up, and their Deadzones had overlapped, which meant they could maintain connections with one another and fight amongst themselves. Fight they had, for twenty long years, until finally the Berlin Dark Cardinal rose to dominate all of them. Once that was done, there were definitely no safe…
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“They won’t recognize me until I let them, but then they won’t ever not recognize me,” I said in amusement, as we walked up to the double doors in front. Azaia settled herself grimly, and knocked once. The door swung open almost instantly, and an older halvyr, meaning he looked to be in his later thirties, promptly opened the door. He was dressed in a butler’s outfit, looking very professional. His gaze alighted on Azaia, and immediately warmed up. “Lady Azaia! What a pleasant surprise. We…
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I pointed mentally. Legion stepped off into a shadow and vanished. Azaia turned back to look at me curiously, and knew something was wrong with how calm my stare was. “Let’s greet your sister,” I merely said, as we came up on the door, a brawny and immaculately groomed urgob bodyguard looming outside it to make sure nobody bothered the person within without permission. That did not, of course, apply to Morninglight’s little sister. His yellow eyes almost popped to see her, and he bellowed a…
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Azaia was naturally delighted to broaden my horizons for me. -She is playing in Nice. There will be a huge crowd, of course. You know who Sinead is, right?- I /replied dryly, -Yes, Master,- she /acknowledged, only a little contritely. -She is probably the most famous bard on the planet!- Her admiration for our older sister came through clearly. -Oh.- She was belatedly remembering that I had a LOT of Skill Ranks in a lot of areas. She had also heard me Sing the Sublime Chord at the Solstice, and realized…
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The black crescent on white of The Jet and Silver soon had Banners rising all over the world, often on the grounds of Churches to Sylune. The many national governments quavering in their parliaments dithered and argued and talked about passing laws and doing stuff about all this, finding their electorates evaporating away underneath them, and only custom and tradition keeping them in their jobs. The quiet movements were already beginning, as people went looking for a King or Queen, quietly urged by the…
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-Thanks! The lack of unity among the Cultivators is helping, as is the disjointed nature of our attacks... and the fact that every time they launch a major assault, you seem to be in the way.- The same thing was happening on this side over here, with the native Indians wiping out remaining Buddhist strongpoints in the areas I wasn’t in. I was bringing in high-QL Weapons for the Junior Levels to use, and the many Shroudzones about were helping them Level themselves and Feed the Names of their Weapons.…
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“You fucktard,” Sama appended coolly, nose to nose with a superior-chinned idiot with the bulging forehead that heralded a brain mutation greatly valued among these paste-skinned fools. Of course, his eyes held total disbelief and dissatisfaction, what with his brain being impaled by a broad and heavy glowing soulsword, and he looked even less happy when his face fell off the rest of his head with a twist of her wrist. The splattering front of his skull joined a whole lot of other body parts scattered…
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I waited just long enough for it to become undead, its soul to be shackled and bound to the Shroud, its total faith in the Mantra completely subverted... and, it being a Twenty, it instantly started a war for control of the Dead March here with the already-invested Dark Bishop, who had unprecedented solidarity of purpose with its Ministers in their goal to subjugate and enslave this Dark Arhat. That was when I started killing everything, because now it was ALL undead. The Dome had collapsed long ago, the…
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