Christopher Jackson
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Malcolm Morgan III stumbled through the halls, a shotgun clutched in his hands, his head pounding with incredible rage, the fury at being manhandled by some invading non-human here, here in his home, these familiar halls... They were here, he would find them! He would find them and show them their proper places, under his heels, paying for their effrontery of daring to stand before him as pretenders to equality... He threw open the door before him, and froze. Dozens of them turned to stare at him in…-
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“Her name is Edwina Clark. She’s a witch with ties to both the temple of Eryl and the Imprusar. Tragic backstory of sister raped by an orc, hated non-humans ever since, takes mercenary work related to killing and humiliating them. Probably been dumped by halvyr and elves in the past too, no doubt,” Shiv informed Sama later that night over the phone in her normal flat, cutting voice, perhaps with just a tiny hint of sarcasm there. “Eryllians?” Sama repeated. “Wonderful. First the racist men,…
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The burning shot was impossible to miss, and the woman holding her hand up in the back of the crowd gasped as she twisted, but the bolt still found her shoulder. She instantly turned to run from the stands as all eyes were upon her, darting for the railing in back and vaulting over it quickly. Shiv had already vanished from where she was spectating, watching her little brothers fight down there. Sama hit the sands and slid over to Mohono. He was barely conscious, bleeding out. Sama ducked her head as she…
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“She’s aware she’s dangerous to those around her by what she does,” Shiv said softly. “Those ridiculous nightly walks she goes on...” Hank Blakhamar’s eyes sparkled darkly. “Jamie says the drug pushers in the whole north of the city are down by seventy percent, and none within two miles of Vrune’s place. Got four schools in that area. She says there’s a dozen kids who got recruited as pushers, and wound up in the hospital for it. The people who supplied them seem to be…
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------ “So, you boys get your notices yet? You got a nervous look about you.” Their expressions of concentration wavered, and Sama promptly smacked Grik in the knee hard enough to sweep his leg out from under him, slid over a meter backwards without her feet moving, was inside Mohono’s reach before he could get his long blade around in time, and palmed him right in the belly button. The big purple guy whoofed, stumbled, and fell down backwards before he could plant feet that had been caught in…
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There was a casual knocking on the back door, but discerning who it was wasn’t too hard, given how seldom that door rang. Sama eased up on her hammering slowly as one of the apprentices not doing something vital hurried to the back door. “Morning, Gunter,” came a very deep bass from outside. “Let me get the garage door, Mohono,” the apprentice dwarf replied quickly, hurrying over and hitting the switch that sent the stout metal bands of the delivery door rolling upwards smoothly. The panel…
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The other apprentices and journeymen showed up on time, sighing when they once again saw their master and Sama there before them, and bustled around opening things up for business. There were multiple things to work on at any given time, one thing being heated while another was being hammered, one thing poured into molds while other things were cooling fast or slow. The apprentices wasted no time, moving with practiced motion and ease in their morning tradition, calling out in their genetic tongue,…
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Sama tossed the house with a feather touch from upstairs to down, specifically making off with any and all relevant paperwork, cell phones, wallets, and anything worth goldweight... a lot of which was in machinery that wasn’t exactly movable, and sort of specialized for a purpose she wanted nothing to do with. Minor jewelry, a magic knife designed to be eversharp, and some alchemical supplies. Then it was taking a custom squirt gun filled with alchemical fire out of her backpack, and spraying stuff…
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Sama inhaled deeply, smelling the air. Normal humans didn’t have a range of senses anything like hers, she knew well. They couldn’t see in the dark like day, avoid tricks of the light, read the vibrations in the ground like a book, echolocate, and most importantly, they had lousy senses of smell. She went for long walks through the city, and wasn’t an unfamiliar sight doing so. Most people probably thought she was homeless or a vagrant, even if she was dressed comfortably, but it didn’t…
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“Well, congratulations, Miss Traveler,” the hyn businessman, Pogagee Walks-on-Grass, the feared silver-tongued negotiator and cunning manager of the Hall’s finances, spoke up. “It seems that our expectations of you were somewhat off-center.” There were murmurs of agreement from around the table. I had definitely surprised everyone here. “My original request of asking for a loan was contingent on my not remaining here, and effectively doing work out in the field while building my Gear. I am…
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