Christopher Jackson
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I drew up a full array of I looked over his shoulder at Sleipner’s display, noting little lights at the fringes of the holo underneath and around us, trying to converge on us and falling behind too quickly. OH, THERE’S SOMETHING BIG. And it was right in our path. He drew his monster of a Grit and fired a silent golden round straight up. It flared with light and detonated a couple hundred feet above us, a clear sign to get attention. The blob in front of us was rising. Sleipner neighed in…-
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Baltimore was an hour or two down the road. Technically, it was further than that, but only if you obeyed speed limits. Sleipner set his own pace, and cars were just shadows on the road he was traveling along the Veil. I was sure we were doing 200+ mph, but such is life. “Given that we’re coming out of Philly, is there any reason it wasn’t made the new capitol?” I asked, leisurely watching the shadowy landscape of the East Coast stream past at ridiculous speed. THE LANDBOUND SAID IT WAS GOING TO…
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The bike’s wheels didn’t even crunch on the pebbles and grit, nor did it leave treadmarks. Sleipner slowly cruised the streets, sweeping back and forth for the trail, making progress down the streets, towards one of the fringe areas. He held up his hand, and the bike halted promptly. He pointed at a fenced-in area. CARRION, he pointed out, and my eyes narrowed. “Undead?” I asked, and he shook his head, hopping off the bike as if he weighed less than his boots, while I took the opportunity to…
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I cautiously glanced over the side, unafraid of unbalancing a unicorn. An endlessly extending and truncating “Okay, color me impressed.” I paused. “That is ABOUT TWO YEARS, he admitted. OVER TWO THOUSAND HOURS OF PRACTICE. Maintaining a static Ward under a moving object that was actually pushing off the Ward... hah, two thousand hours of practice, sure. I could also see it being done and used as steps to Air Walk, or something, but that would be much easier because the total area involved was…
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He considered that grimly. He wasn’t afraid, but he wasn’t stupid, either. “This has to go out to the whole world on multiple vectors, all at once, or not at all. IMMENSE efforts will be undertaken to suppress knowledge of vivus, if they have a hope of succeeding. “Be patient. When I hit Five, I can spread the use of vivus to every spellcaster alive at once, and then it’ll all be moot. “Given the sheer numbers of undead, five minutes a day isn’t going to make a dent in them. Quietly…
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The sorrow and pain of its wielder ran through the Sword with brutally cutting force. His Pacts were not in balance; his Hellpact and Heavenpact were actually at odds. The latter was warding his soul from any corruption and hellfire, but that left the demoted Hellpact free to punish his body. He had killed a lot of Dark Warlocks. Werefolk, serpentfolk, dark priests, dark elves, multiple kinds of undead, malicious fey, spirits... and plenty of humans who either deserved to go Down or had hired themselves…
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He let me clunk myself about the legs and arms a few more times before noting he’d like my assessment, waved me to the side, and took up position in the center of the courtyard. I was a bit surprised to see that he was a Melee Primary. Then again, why not? With firearms, everyone was doing it, and they were powerful enough that skill actually wasn’t as required as it would be with older weapons. People tended to pay less attention and devalue personal combat skills in a modern age, which meant they…
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He looked at me. I sighed and just nodded. He opened the advisory file with the gnome attached to it. “Wow, Fred, you meet the most curious people. I thought she was a celebrity, but I had no idea...” “First of all, her online presence was scrubbed. I mean, professionally. Someone went in and cleaned up any hint of her online. There’s nothing about her on any form of social media or news, and that’s after I My brow furrowed. “This isn’t a recent thing. Someone has been keeping her out…
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“The Shroud is a cross-dimensional Legendary Class Curse-effect spell Cast at Forty or beyond. It was Cast by a force of undead that had conquered and subsumed the world we now call Shoul, a moon now in orbit around Terra-Luna. They labored on it for untold millennia before succeeding, and after they did, they escaped the world and void they had been exiled to through great deathgates to other worlds with massive Dead Marches, there to conquer those unprepared worlds, subsume them into undeath, and then…
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JUST PING ME WHEN YOU FIND OUT SO I’M NOT BLINDSIDED BY THINGS GOING ON AROUND HER... AGAIN. He didn’t even glance at me. “Gotcha, and you want the kit for her. She’s going to be traveling with you awhile?” WE HAVE A BABY TO RESCUE. “That sounds like an interminable amount of time. Yeah, no problem. I’ll get the kit made up with a spare change of clothes for her, leave it for you at the First Light of Dawn there.” OBLIGED, GREGORIGORI. “You do what you need to do, Fred.” I could…
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