Christopher Jackson
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“Before I begin, I will ask if everyone is capable of understanding Human? If not, I will stumble along in English as I may,” I announced to everyone. It was the dwarven Priest of the Order of the Hearth who spoke up for everyone, “Lass, those of us who aren’t fluent in it are learning rapidly, and have the tools to make up for it,” he said gruffly but firmly. “Very good, Elder Hruunkorv. I have a request of Master Polniebo.” The startled Wizard and Artificer blinked at me in surprise,…-
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For a moment, I thought I’d been advanced into a second Level finally, but no. I groaned at nobody in particular. It had taken all of my choices. Perhaps smirking that I STILL couldn’t advance to a Two. It had also maxed me out in Diplomacy, and given me another point into Lore/History, meaning all my studying on the basic history of the country was getting more focused on specific places and individuals. I already knew I was going to be doing a lot of reading in my down time, since there was…
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“So you are a shard of the soul of this Aelryinth, forcibly reincarnated into a native of this world.” The deva sat back in open wonder. “Well, this is certainly far beyond what I had expected, and far more in line with some of the adroitly torturous manipulations of the workings of the Divine...” “ The Word rang out, and his true form flared into existence like an illusion, his nature momentarily apparent to all. Master Fred’s multiple Pacts blazed under his skin in interwoven existences of…
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Some of the newer or younger Warlocks jumped when they saw both of our black eyes, and then looked confused when they recognized Master Fred’s silver and blue, and saw mine were completely black. They kind of blinked foolishly when I brought up a “Shroudborn,” I informed them, and word spread fairly quick from that point. The way the light played on my hair got attention, too, but they didn’t know what it meant. ------ Master Fred took me on a casual tour of the facilities, starting with the…
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Master Fred was admitted after flaring his Pact. No form of charm or enchantment could supersede a Pact, so doing so guaranteed he was not under duress. The guards had been notified that he would be returning, and that I was with him, so there was little more than a casual magical scan and visual confirmation before we were inside and on our way. The interior was laid out in a park-like format, with smaller Churches to each of the gods of Heaven standing in their own courts. These churches were purely for…
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Master Fred found skull fragments and cracked bones, some with bits of meat still on them, most of them broken so the marrow could be sucked out. There were also mats and things woven of human hair, and based on the tanning agents, they might have been stripped of their skins first, too. Mmm. We could only mark the spot, bring some remains back for DNA identification, and depart. Sue Harrison’s tracking didn’t require us to hang around. There were more than a few Powered with an interest in pursuing…
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They were plenty surprised when he pointed with I reached down from Sleipner’s saddle, put my hand on the water, and conducted Magevoice into the water, speaking in Elvish, which they were likely to know. “All right, you aquatic misanthropes. We have your number. There’s nowhere in the lake you can possibly hide from Master Fred and the Warlocks of Lake Ontario. You are in deep trouble right now. “I want one of you to swim up here, right now, to answer our questions. If you do not, you are…
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“As long as it generates Naming Karma, I’m game... or if it’s a Good Thing to do.” The fire burned over his shoulder blankly, his version of a sigh. PRETTY MUCH NOTHING CALLS ON ME TO DO SOMETHING THAT ISN’T VIOLENT, UNLESS I’M GOING TO STICK AROUND A WHILE, AT WHICH POINT IT’LL JUST FILL UP MY TIME WITH ANYTHING FOR BUSYWORK. “The perils of being motile and horribly proficient at your job,” I agreed, swinging onto Sleipner first. An actual courier would transport the books we’d…
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I made sure every book got a Title, as generic as I could make it, with a short description accentuated by taping a paper strip to them to make sure. There were half a dozen minor Summoning creature Names introduced in them that Gregorigori’s database didn’t recognize, so all those were on the stack... and went into The Mick’s private stash. There were arrays of simple spells in various formats, mostly less efficient than the ones that had become standardized. After all, it was basically possible…
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The lads stacked up the Master Fred took the GPD, and as we walked back to where “Sum it up, lass,” the gnome told me in anticipation. “Vylstrigroi plague-spreader, dead. Reclaimed, anti-Div necklace, “Debts owed: local Ghoul Baron Gillcrukx, for providing the name of the probable vampire; The Mick, aid in killing the undead. I believe The Mick will be willing to assume the debt to the Baron, and move our debt to him.” The Mick once again looked startled, and gave me a thumbs-up. “The…
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