Christopher Robinson
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I practiced magic on the deck of the I discovered that manifesting and controlling my raw mana was much easier than it had been previously. Did that have to do with being in water? Or did the practice come more intuitively after I’d had time to internalize it? Then there was the discovery that physics stuck its head into the magical world every now and again. Implied in the casting of a spell was that you were causing the effect, and that the effect didn’t impact you. Maybe Renshaw would have…-
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When I’d gotten the ship interface for the Now I understood that it had been more than that. The ship interface wasn’t the same glimpse into a ship’s identity like I’d felt on the And now, claiming this brig brought my new interface – the full expansion of my consciousness – flooding into my mind like a tsunami. If I’d been anchored, I’d have fallen to my knees. Adrift as I was, my head snapped back like I’d caught a fist to the nose. My body started to follow it, but I curled my…
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I stopped by the market to gather some provisions. I was frankly surprised I had the money for it. Even if the potions I’d first sold could have gone for much more, they had padded my wallet a good deal. But what could have set me up with renting a simple room for weeks disappeared quickly when outfitting yourself with magical items and mage lessons. I wasn’t normally a big spender, but then I didn’t normally stick around port long enough to need much coin. Room and board were part of shipboard…
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Not having much important business to attend to, I stopped at a few stores on my way back to the docks. I continued to marvel at the versatility of the adventurer’s bag. Why, imagine if just one man on every crew had something like this! Imagine a crew where everyone had such a bag! But no, even among adventurer circles, they had one person among the team designated as the bag-carrier. The magic was impressive, but cost prohibitive, apparently. I added a number of miscellaneous and sundry items to the…
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There was no blockade of the harbor when I cautiously surfaced in the early morning, and the townspeople went about their business in the way you’d expect – completely oblivious to me. I made my way to Smitty’s before the sun had even decided to show its face. Again, I remarked how this felt like a different part of town. I spotted a group of thugs wearing matching armbands. Were they militia? A gang? Were they finishing up a night patrol or getting ready for a day one? I avoided all these…
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I’ve gotten a lot of requests for a map of my world, particularly after I had Domenic giving Redmund a geography lesson. The inspiration for my map is a picture of the globe with Antarctica centered, giving a perspective of our world where our oceans are the focus. I thought “that would be a great world for an ocean-centric story” and put it in the back shelf of my mind until I started brainstorming Seaborn. I used that map for my own reference. I couldn’t find out who first printed it or if there…
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The rest of the evening at the Reef was uneventful, though unease was shared by all. War wasn’t exactly bad news for pirates – and war on a grand scale offered more opportunities – but everyone seemed to realize that the problem was growing. Andros wasn’t involved yet, but it probably would be. What would happen to small-time pirates when Andros started shipping supplies to its allies in armed convoys? I made my exit with a safe margin of time left and returned to the sea. I was disappointed that…
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A byproduct of my time sailing normally was I got the hang of utilizing both the wind and my magical propulsion. My speed was nearly doubled when I caught a good breeze that way! I closed in on Tulisang in the early afternoon. Seagulls cried out their welcome to me as they flew on the breeze and vied with sky-eels for scraps. The surf pounded roughly against the breakwaters and roared in indignation that its power was being checked. The coastal breeze made its own roar in my ears as it whipped its way…
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I woke with the feel of water against my skin and instantly bolted up wide-eyed, holding my breath and checking for my air counter. How did I get underwater? Where was I? When did my cabin flood? How could I get out? … Since when did I have my own cabin? My lack of an air timer helped me realize that recent events had not been an elaborate dream. I had fought pirates and been captured, thrown to the sea, recruited by Davy Jones himself, and was sleeping with the fishes on the bottom of the sea.…
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When I composed myself, the first thing I did was find a place to lay low. I didn’t know if being bound to Davy Jones gave me an easy pass through the ocean depths, but I doubted it. I was very cognizant of the fact that I was in a part of the ocean known for monster sightings. Sure, it was a big ocean and most monsters wouldn’t even glance at me, but it payed to be prudent. Walking along the ocean floor was a joy. I found that with a mental shift I could go from ‘walking’ to ‘swimming’. While…
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