Christopher Jackson
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Sama rolled her eyes, tugged up her shirt, and displayed the set of Marks spaced evenly around her killer waist and abs. Nymphs, succubi queens, and sirines got together and made a Rantha Hag, indeed... No, no, all the boys weren’t suddenly looking in this direction and imagining putting their hands on that... She transferred the Intellect Mark to her palm, held it out to me. I turned my shoulder, and she slapped it on. There was a catalytic popping of eldritch energy, and whatever pure energy was used…-
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Offering Dark Clergy up to the gods was a thing, but I didn’t have enough people to go over there, lock the sucker down in the prescribed pattern, and perform the Ritual. I DID have an Obelisk with all the required stuff carved into it, just waiting to be triggered by a Dark Clergy getting wasted next to it. Dark Clergy were massive conduits of energy, standing between whatever unholy Patrons empowered them and the enslaved souls of their congregations. All that energy igniting at once was a Nice…
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I spent a ki point and gathered in the expending energy through I figured it was worth it. Focused on their shooting, half the team hadn’t noticed anything, but the other half couldn’t help seeing the utterly massive web spun by all those arcing “Tiirith!” blurted out Helix, gaping at the show. “Keep shooting!” I told him calmly, and he shook his head, raised his Windbow, and with many, many dreams coming to mind, kept up with his harvesting. The Fellowship Ritual meant everything I was…
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My first priority was anything incorporeal and flying, at the longest range possible. My second priority was the massive numbers on the ground. Shambling skeletons and zombies were among the very weakest things we would have to face. Sleipner hummed to a stop as the first clusters of them filled the road ahead of us. They weren’t any slower than a normal person walking, flesh either withered by the heat or fallen off the bone entirely, but that meant slow, steady progress, even if they couldn’t…
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Naturally we were well past those conflict zones, and into areas nominally ruled by actual bad people. That being said, traffic and trade meant money, and the vicious stuff all went on below the radar. Giving tourists and merchants a veneer of assurance that they wouldn’t be kidnapped and sold off to a vampire clan as a blood cow brought more money in than rampant kidnapping, which would rapidly evaporate all such traffic. That said, the extra money that could be made here and there by snatching people…
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It was also time to arrange my first Star. I slotted the first Arcane Star, four spells in I Slots opposing four spells in II Slots, all in the Wizard Slots doubled by Archwizard 1 and 2. The opposing energies and forms catalyzed, forming a complete whole and harmonic that echoed up and down my Matrix, strengthening every single spell I could cast. Star Magery, the First Star. +1 to base Caster Level, not bound by spell type or specialization or anything. Effectively, base Caster Level 7... which keyed…
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Still had to burn loot to improve our Gear, after all, and someone had to pay for it. We drove on down the highway for an hour, hitting El Dorado and ignoring all the traffic media and military going the opposite way. It was a disaster, but everything was over but the consolation, and that was certainly something we didn’t need to help with. Especially with our loot in the boot. It was about noon before Briggs came up in the van, meeting us in the parking lot of the auto dealer who’d been happy to…
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“The Squids are working with the Knights of the Temple?” a new voice broke in, and everyone turned to look as Traveler trotted up with the artificially long steps of a lightfooter. “I took on a job last year which involved penetrating into a site with a suspected Felldeep access point. It turned out that the Templars had breached an abandoned Cephalid forward nest there, and were data-mining it. By dint of the equipment they had, they’ve been delving into psionics for decades, probably from before…
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Shvaughn pointed, and a pulsing beam of wild light guided the way, the unicorn adjusting course instantly. The droning of the Swarm grew louder and louder, and I kicked free of the drag-lock fifty yards from the edge, muttering a - I held up the arm with the Bracer that linked us; it allowed him to transfer Wrath to me to insert into a spell, and me to transfer a spell to his Wrath for the same, just like Eldritch Theurgy allowed. We’d spent a lot of hours practicing that back and forth, extending…
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“That is the Golden Pestilence of Imprus, a Divinely-powered Apocalypse Swarm of insect-constructs! It’s used to wipe whole cities, even whole nations, that displease Him! “It is totally beyond the ability of any people on this planet to Summon!” I pointed at it. “Where are the people who brought this down? They can’t be far! We’re going to All heads turned to Shvaughn. She made a face. “Land Pacts can be so annoying, but this one might be short and sweet.” Lights lit up beneath her…
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