Christopher Jackson
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The Threes were a Power Level. Various Power Feats that could only be taken once every three Levels keyed in on Three, Six, Nine, and so forth. Granted, those were mostly Melee Feats, but even so, Threes had power for another reason. You got an extra General Feat at Three. So, if you were being force-fed side Levels, you were picking up a LOT of extra Feats by taking Threes. Of course, at Four you were getting Stat points, so Fours were also very important... The other key thing it did was allow me to…-
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“By the power of the djinn, I Windgraf Kochtal waved calmly at my words, and the young Sorceress tried to hide how she was quivering with excitement. “Think long and hard about what you want to do with your life now,” I warned her, before she could hit that Level to Four. “You know exactly what you need to do now, and the road to the higher Levels is wide open to you. “You’re going to make it to Six if you aren’t dumb. You are going to make it to Eight if you are clever. And you can make…
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Traveler had settled down for the night... or eight hours of more work, depending on how you looked at it. It basically meant he didn’t have to stand by discreetly on overwatch, especially if she needed to go meeting with outsiders. They hadn’t wanted to tell her that they’d intercepted at least three attempts to kill her for one reason or another, but they could hardly keep him out of the loop... and he had informed her without fail. Her complete lack of surprise and fear was conveyed easily.…
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“Boxer does that so well,” The Mick pointed, getting to his feet. “Shall we?” “Oh, by all means.” The Mick tossed down a twenty to cover the bill, but probably didn’t have to pay at all, given how they were treating him. He led the way out the door. One of the werewolves growled when they saw him come out, and they all looked over at him. Their faces were only partially furry, they hadn’t fully transformed... probably because if they did, they were dead. I had the Eyes of Heaven now,…
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I slid over several pages of very white paper, upon which were written some very complex sigla in the Language Arcane in some very dark, very rich red blood... his own blood, which he had supplied to me to Write these spells. The Mick pulled out a set of glasses that had nothing to do with fine eyesight, as Blooded didn’t suffer visual degradation with age, and looked the spells over slowly and somberly. He said nothing as he studied the first one, moved on to the second, the third... and after a whole…
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I hadn’t been idle in spending my gold, now that I couldn’t just get Naming Karma while being so busy here. But the gold was coming in, I made arrangements, and the gold was flowing out. Naturally, all the Craft Coin makers were busy full time tripling the value of any incoming raw gold, but most of the Casters buying my spells were using Craft Coins of their own... or cut gemstones, which amounted to the same thing. I was burning up fortunes to power up my Gear, and I really didn’t care. Millions…
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I hadn’t been idle in my primary areas of need, of course. I was making a LOT of goldweight every day, to the tune of dozens at one point, spellcasters flocking in to get these great new spells. If they couldn’t resell them, they at least got assurances all such spells would be opened in five years for everyone to allow others to copy, but who wanted to wait long if they had that much money? The problem was that a lot of the Gear that I wanted simply couldn’t be made, because few people were high…
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--- Combat Technique was Training Technique was --- --- A Jinx Witch/2 also got the ability to eat incoming spells. If a spell with a Fort or Will save failed against me, I could eat the residual magic and use it to boost the Potency of my next spell. Usable 3 + Intellect times a day, so nine times. Yeah, soooo useful, I really wanted to be the target of nine spells coming in at me, yes I did. Still, it was eating magic and turning it into something else useful... --- --- Uh-huh. The ability to…
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Noble wasn’t actually my last Class as a One. That honor was reserved for... Binder. Binder was the, mmm, more abusive and flexible of the Pact Classes. Where Warlocks had a Pact with a sponsoring Patron and could eventually draw great power from it as a direct servant and arm of that entity, Binders, well, they got around. Binders were, in effect, master Summoners, completely focused on using the might of other beings for themselves. Thus, they could advance in four related, but very different…
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Sama didn’t put “If you would like to talk to me further about getting proper vengeance upon those who wanted to make a pawn out of you, Elder, I would be happy to assist you. Why don’t you let this wolf with delusions of importance and I finish our business, and we can talk over tea?” The Owl Woman considered that, and twitched two fingers. The wolfwere howled and lunged right at Sama, who snapped up into the --------- Klitza came bumping up the road, pulling over when she saw Sama standing…
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