Christopher Jackson
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He was considered a samurai by his people, but in truth he was a Dragon Warrior, a student of the martial ways of chi, and a follower of the Light-Sparkling-Water School, which had risen to become the foremost school of the sword in Darwin. His hand was on the hilt of his Katana He had seen the magic leveling the place, the potency and fury of the flames that had raged to consume it all, and he had seen something more. He had seen Holy power! He was what the Harsistes were calling a Faux Seven, and was…-
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The isolated area of strength was naturally a hidden Cultivator, here to monitor the situation and perform actions in the dark. He was taking care not to spread his Qi and possibly be sensed by the locals, but the Land was a bit more pervasive and aware then he was. Cultivators didn’t have Soak, per se. They had Health, and they used body tempering of various kinds to make themselves tougher in ways humans could not, i.e., taking more Outsider/Cultivator Racial Levels, but their Soak was instead their…
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“Lady Traveler, a moment before you go.” Luminous Chalker, his face seemingly glowing even brighter, stepped up as I swung aboard Sleipner. The +4 bonus to his Wisdom from his Blessing was going to be key to working out an agreement among the various Faiths... and helping him reach Ten and beyond. He was already planning to visit Sydney, get If it meant going Ironskull, that was what he would do, getting to Nine and Ten as fast as possible to start the process of stopping the massive…
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A time-lapse began to click off the days, and the map of Sydney, and the terrain about it, began to turn grey as the Shroudzone expanded by the day, grabbing acreage, killing off everything, faster and faster, taking more and more land as it hit less fertile ground, wiping away farms and grazing land, natural habitats, woods and plains, lakes and rivers emptied of the foundational life that made them possible, and the mana beyond it. “The undead of Sydney have either not realized how much power they…
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It took a second for the audience to realize what was going on, and then smirks broke out all around at the fate of the intruders. The kneeling Cleric was still trying to talk, and nothing was coming out. Master Fred walked past me, gesturing to the Aruan Templars who were trying to keep smiles off their faces. He bent down, threw two limp armored forms over his shoulders, and grabbed two more by their armor and dragged them after him as if they weighed nothing. The doors closed softly behind him as the…
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Sydney was close, so we were going there first. Scrying Exchanges had notified Australia that I was coming, to which the reply was quite mixed. That was because of the existence of the old Anglican Church, and what it had become. Imprus had made heavy inroads in societies that had a feudal hierarchy heritage and a history of discrimination. Redirecting that discrimination against non-humans was extremely effective, and blaming those who didn’t obey as working against the good of everyone was an…
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I didn’t care if it did have twenty hit dice and weighed ten tons. It was undead, it was meat on the plate to thirty-six undead-killing Something pretty sizable down there flared, and abruptly fell back behind us as it lost all forward locomotion. It might or might not reach the ocean floor before it was just a passing hint of freshness in the salt water of the Pacific. Captain Manaikai followed it with his eyes, judging depth, distance, and size. “Did you just one-shot an undead meg?” he asked me…
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It took us another two days to finish circumvoluting the Mountains, winding back and forth between them and picking off a lot of oozes and a few shoggoth who hadn’t gotten the message that we shouldn’t be messed with. Even though we didn’t stop, it took us that long because the Mountains on this side of Antarctica actually stood alone, deviating from the Transantarctic Mountains and effectively forming their own unnatural chain marching down to Princess Elizabeth Land and ending up near the Amery…
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This time we actually came right into their harbor visibly, riding over the rough surface of the sea. The wave action was considerable weakened by Wards over the harbor and a design that shunted most of the wave action clockwise, to be spent sending endless volumes over the edge of the sea to be recycled. The sentries noticed us a bit late, and there wasn’t much they could do to stop us regardless. The chain across the entry area we simply rode right over, pulling right into the harbor, and we rode a…
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The next few days were very dry and boring in Reality, but as I had thoughtstreams that thought dry and boring were perfect states to be in, it wasn’t that bad, and Sleipner was always very comfortable to ride. Also, when you have an Allegiance, and Blessings and Marks flying about, there are always people to talk to, advice to give, and things to do on the logistics end. Quiet I guess there were a lot more Old Gods running around here... We went all the way overland to the shore, no flying, making…
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