Christopher Jackson
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I waited for the massive amount of vivus in the air to get swirled away, and noted that I’d lost my Crafting time for the day as Renewal was coming up. Still, Naming Karma was applied, Master Fred reported that the main entrance to the outside was jammed with undead, and he’d thoughtfully helped lever the main door further open so they could come inside quicker, trample over the burning remnants of the undead who came before them, and burn themselves to death inside as fast as possible against the…-
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I could naturally completely fix the dome at any time, even if the Shroudlord’s bony arse started pounding through it. It needed to do 16 points of damage to exceed the stone’s hardness before it could start inflicting a single point of real damage, as it wasn’t using tools designed to chop stone, always a nice requirement when you are trying to Sunder something. Hardness is indeed a thing. The Telepathic connections had been instantly severed by the spell, as good as having a five-hundred-foot…
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The Shroudlord was in a great underground canyon, the whistling of the wind proclaiming that it had been drawn here from outside, and that far above was some flue drinking it in before sending it out through the numerous tunnels and caves all around. Lots of necroic energy in the air, rubbing off the death idolized here. Both sides of the entire canyon had been worked over into endless tombs, graves, creches, bas-reliefs, and sculptures... many of the latter with currently empty stands, and their…
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The last two mountains had been entertaining. Liches, wights, and mummies had started joining the throngs of undead trying to stand in our way, and all of them were spellcasters. They all belonged to a human or humanoid race, it was hard to tell which (what with them being dead and all), of great and slender height, ghostly pale skin, and rather enlarged heads that bore the signs of being molded from birth. Such things were done by magically and psychically advanced societies with no care for their young,…
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There was a tingle on my finger as hitting fake Thirteen Caster advanced As this was happening, my Seventh Ring was burning, and at the same time, my Pool was expanding, my Metacap was rising, my five Valences were being reinforced, and my power was still growing. Arcane flames in all sparkles and hues were burning around me as my Seventh Valence burned away, and the power redistributed itself into my other five Valences and Core. I had 4 bonus Engrams at 6, 4 Spell Slots at 6, and 3 Engrams at 7,…
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“ The first ten colors cycled into existence in a ring of death, ROYGBIV, Black, Grey, White... Its large black pupils suddenly got very small, indeed. Then I applied basic Masteries and +1’s and +2’s to them, one by one. When the first One by one, all ten I could see the ghoul’s dark reflection of a soul shuddering as the I clenched them, and the ten flaming I slowly raised my hands towards the hills there, and the hidden things that thought they were hiding from me. The Song didn’t…
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While this place was flat, and so the sky just went on and on into the distance, it didn’t mean we had unlimited vision, as atmospheres tended to break that stuff up. Master Fred could ignore some of it, but we certainly didn’t have unlimited range to see things coming, although we certainly did have plenty of warning. There were ships sailing these oceans, but they were all sailing vessels, and not even of late Renaissance designs. Galleys of various sizes seemed popular, moving back and forth from…
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I murmured the Salute to Aethra, my Magical Day staying constant even as what constituted Dusk Renewal swung about wildly. Maybe it would shift when I actually reached the continent, but either the continent was rotating or the ‘sun’ was spinning around it, none of which were apparent from outside the space. I could only surmise the Sun wasn’t really here, and the space was simply manufacturing it, or importing the light for the space. The magic spiraling through my entire body, lighting up every…
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There were a few burps of gunfire from the floor below, the crumping of a grenade, and men screaming. The fleeing soldiers hadn’t gotten very far, pity them. Renegade, highly-trained men with no morals running around weren’t high on the requested People to Keep Around list. “Yeah, well, men die for money,” Sama muttered unapologetically, kicking the corpse idly. “You didn’t meet me here by accident, and I know you ain’t worried about Traveler. Her head’s way up there with her heart,”…
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Inukchuk tried a couple more aborted attempts to get up close and engage me in melee. First, he tried bringing up a blizzard. That was fine, I He repeated the process six times, and I collapsed it right on top of Him six more times. It did slow me down, having to break my pattern to let loose a Stealth didn’t work. I had Oh, and the +52 Perception modifier didn’t hurt, either. His influence on the manasphere was readily apparent even if He was cloaking Himself with Divination Wards, and His tie…
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