Christopher Robinson
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Aside from the pair of skill-ups, working as a support role for the fight had still netted me just under 50,000 XP for killing the kraken. Among my crew, that was the lowest reward. All the others had played a more direct role and inflicted more damage so not a single one of them got below 100,000 XP for the kill, along with a cool 15,000 XP as a reward from my leadership-generated quest “Kill the Kraken”. I didn’t get that quest reward since I’d generated it, but since I was essentially giving my…-
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Aside from the pair of skill-ups, working as a support role for the fight had still netted me just under 50,000 XP for killing the kraken. Among my crew, that was the lowest reward. All the others had played a more direct role and inflicted more damage so not a single one of them got below 100,000 XP for the kill, along with a cool 15,000 XP as a reward from my leadership-generated quest “Kill the Kraken”. I didn’t get that quest reward since I’d generated it, but since I was essentially giving my…
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“Captain? Captain can you hear me? You need to heal yourself! Use your replenishing waters spell …” “Captain, we can’t keep going like this, you need to use your magic!” “DOMENIC!” In a terrifying fever dream, I latched onto an insistent voice and gradually realized I was being given instructions and needed to comply. I wasn’t feeling up for doing much of anything, but the promise of healing and feeling even a little better than I did right now was worth trying. I’d just cast…
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“What do you make of it?” “Looks just the same to me now as it did yesterday.” I huffed in exasperation at Jorgagu’s reply. The orc knew the importance of discovering the mechanics of the trap laid for us, yet after several days of scouting our targets out he was succumbing to his racial impatience. At least he wasn’t as bad as Gnar, who after a few hours decided he didn’t like having to restrain all his newly-minted professionals aching to prove themselves. Seeing my irritation, my…
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“What do you make of it?” “Looks just the same to me now as it did yesterday.” I huffed in exasperation at Jorgagu’s reply. The orc knew the importance of discovering the mechanics of the trap laid for us, yet after several days of scouting our targets out he was succumbing to his racial impatience. At least he wasn’t as bad as Gnar, who after a few hours decided he didn’t like having to restrain all his newly-minted professionals aching to prove themselves. Seeing my irritation, my…
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I thought that putting a hard line of 5 days of undersea travel to get us away from any pursuit before having a celebration would make sure none of the orcs still had their blood up from our victory, and we could have a ship event that wouldn’t spiral out of control. Judging by the glee Gnar had sharing the news and the sudden anticipation amongst the boarding team, I was wrong. I’d already learned that it was best to let Gnar handle the orcish customs, including regularly getting sloshed. Regular…
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“Die!” my opponent screamed in a desperate octave, his blade slicing my light armor as I tried to dodge. There were some times – lots of times – where I wished that I had any talent for using a shield. I wouldn’t ask for much … just a single level with the skill so that the vitally important piece of defensive gear would be more useful than a training weight. But no, of all the areas I had a talent in that skill was missing. Many experienced trainers had tried at this point. I was doomed to go…
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I sat on the fantail of the We were sailing under the waves, leaving Nilfheim. However, an abnormality aboard my ship was that I’d had to create a bubble of air for the hold where the sea couldn’t intrude. I’d discovered the capability back when I was first experimenting with my profession, but had little cause to use it as anything on board my claimed ship didn’t suffer water damage. The way I saw it, let the sea fill every crevice when I submerged, and I’d have the option of swimming instead…
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Standing at the helm of a ship again with blustery gales whipping my hair and filling our sails had me in high spirits. Travis and handful of my constructs assisted me in sailing, while Gnaraugh – or Gnar as he’d allowed me to call him for winning our fight – worked to organize the orcs we’d brought into a fighting force under his command. He was green at it, I could tell that even if the methods for teambuilding differed between our races. I didn’t interfere, though. That would be a disservice…
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Krohlo ordered the cutter I’d chosen pulled out, but I had to involve myself as the goblins with the necessary skills just didn’t have the numbers to pull all of the other ships out of the way. There were maybe two dozen present with a seamanship skill. The pitiful showing underlined why the gift I was being supplied with was manageable – the orc nation truly had no maritime inclinations. I remedied their shortcomings with summoned crew, the watery constructs taking over the smaller boats as they…
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