Christopher Jackson
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I remained in Meditation until Father Bower came out. Couldn’t hurt to foster tighter connections with the local manafield, after all. I broke out before he could turn away and leave me alone, as disturbing someone in Meditation was a huge faux pas. “Father,” I greeted him, my minor levitation trick fading away with the swirly lights of mana draw. “I am intending to go into town to acquire a workable staff. Did you want to arrange something with the Human tongue before then?” He turned back…-
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“Pick He was staring at the Shotgun in some astonishment, but he concentrated, and more Light seemed to thread its way around and through the Weapon. He blinked in astonishment. “” he asked. “Morphing allows a magical Weapon to take the form of a Weapon of similar type, and the same or smaller size.” He looked at me, then back at Steel and wood flowed like water. Several shotgun shells ejected into his hand, and he caught them automatically, as suddenly he was holding an equally finely…
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“Good morning, Sir Pellier!” I called out to the Paladin standing at his watchpost. He couldn’t have missed me shooting stuff, as everything I shot out tended to be black limned in silver. “,” he answered calmly, not letting up on his alertness, despite less than half an hour remaining before sunrise. “I was wondering if you used the last few minutes of the day to get in some shooting. I would be happy to pull for you, if you like.” He gave me an assessing eye. “” “Luck!” I…
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“If you have any long-term spells to Cast, do it now, while you’re at Five. We want to get you Drained as soon as you can, so that all the Karma you earn is while you are at Three.” His pale eyes flickered. “Do... you want a “Sure. It’ll help with our Karma harvesting.” He had to smile at that, reaching over and touching me on the forehead. Arcane syllables tripped out of his mouth like wind, and flowed over me lightly. I lifted an inch off the ground and stayed there. He seemed somewhat…
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“” he immediately denied, staring at it, then at me. “” I ignored the accusation, and pointed to the bottom. “You’ve enough Karma for Six, and you’d be well on your way to Seven. Even having bought your Human/2, you should already be a Six.” He stared at the display, at his Level, at his Stats. “” he demanded. “You’re not.” His Human/2 Level unfolded. ====== ====== “You’re a Four, with a boost from your Human Level letting you Cast as a Five, kinda like screwing a longer…
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He looked at me seriously, and then at my “5d6+7 each, or 6d6+10 combined right now.” And maybe more in a few minutes, depending on what he decided. “” he exclaimed, definitely impressed. He looked like he was figuring something in his head, and slowly shook it. “” “Really? Why not?” I inquired…
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“Or maybe, instead of “So, it’s not POWER you get,” I said, making a rising gesture. “It’s versatility, and being able to have the right Weapon for the right opponent.” I made a widening gesture. “Options. It’s not something a Powered can’t duplicate a dozen different ways, but we can’t put it into a Weapon. “The big thing is, you gotta start with a nice weapon. The kind of Weapon that makes someone who’s familiar with weapons go, ‘Ohhhhh, that’s DAMN nice!’, before you…
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Valences clean and full. I’d be ready to Slot new spells upon Renewal. I didn’t actually have that many Valences, so I didn’t need much time to recharge. Just something else that would improve with time... The other soldiers recuperating were watching me in interest and envy. Obviously they weren’t Casters, and a casual I frowned to myself. Staying Primos was bound to create hard feelings between those with magic and those without it. Obviously this world hadn’t developed ki or soul magic…
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We landed near the medical tent of the headquarters, but didn’t go into that one. “” he yelled into the tent next to it. There was some grumbling from within, and the flap was flung aside, a sleepy-looking soldier in partial armor stepping out. His breastplate was off, showing the t-shirt wet with perspiration below. His hair was dark, his eyes brown and steady, and there was an air about him of resolve and quiet determination. He looked at the floating Helix, then over at me sitting there on the…
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“Captain?” the talented young Sorcerer came up, not without a bit of swagger to him. Given he was a Five, it wasn’t unwarranted. “I need you to fly out there, see if that’s a woman coming up the road, see if she’s Possessed or something, and if she’s clean, bring her back.” The Stormblooded’s brow furrowed. “What would a living person be doing out there? Never mind, it’s my job to find out,” he filled in for himself. With a word and a gesture, he hopped to the battlement, kicked…
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