Christopher Robinson
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Shadows swirled as Felix emerged from the Shadowgate alone. “That was beautifully uneventful,” he said, smiling at the ornate chamber around him. It looked unchanged since his last visit over four months prior. The floor was tiled with a repeated star pattern common in Nymean ruins, while the walls were filled with shallow alcoves featuring bronze figures, hands raised and heads surrounded by discs of metal. Small creatures crowded their feet, and the inside of the alcoves were decorated with…-
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"Aren't you going to open it?" Evie asked. "I will. I'm just…taking it in." Harn gestured to the planters around his door. His modest home in the Scale District had been fairly nondescript when he'd left. But now it was a riot of color. The lintels were painted white, the door a bright crimson, with golden flowers scrawled across its panels. The first shoots and buds of spring sprouted to either side of his door and alongside his window sills in small wooden boxes. "She's been hard at work," Evie…
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Standing outside the Sanctum three hours later, Felix could only feel frustration. The Quest was completed…and it had judged him. Around him, the Atlantes Anima creaked with a sort of comfort. Felix was positive it didn’t understand his frustration in the least, but he appreciated the attempt. Just as the notification stated, he’d failed to shape all types of Mana. Despite the power of Sonata of Dominance, it only gave him incredible control over the “common” elements. The others he could grasp…
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Felix accessed his Authority Screen. Felix tabbed through his Authority Screen, checking each of his Crafting Halls for the details on their rank up. For the most part, it was an increase in the number of Quests the masters of each Hall could give, as well as the amount of experience each Quest would reward. He'd already chosen to share his Storage Facility with Ahkestria, which had resulted in doubling his storage area. That had grown again with each subsequent rank up for the Stronghold, as well as…
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The Memories of the final few Sworn rattled around in Felix's Mind, disparate but swiftly congealing into a singular whole. As he landed before the steps of the hospital in Elderthrone, he considered the impressions that flitted across his thoughts. While the first couple dozen Sworn he devoured knew little of their true plans, the Prelate and his inner circle were quite different. They alone knew the full extent of their contract. What was most curious, though, was the Prelate's mention of Chanter…
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Nell, Prelate of the Sworn and head of his chapterhouse, stood within the fastness of their hideaway in Elderthrone and contemplated their contract. Birds had begun to sing as a thaw settled across the city and it grated against the Prelate’s Perception. Their incessant chirping was almost as bad as the chatter of commoners as they swarmed the markets. Normally Nell would not care at all for the comings or goings of Untempered fools, but this was different. Their calm was an indictment of his…
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Felix fell through the liquid darkness, landing in a roll on the other side where gold and silver sigaldry flashed along the ground. "Are you all right?" Vess asked, stepping toward him. “Stay back!” Before bothering to stand up, Felix hurled his Will at the Shadowgate. "Shut it down!" The gate rippled and dimmed, the liquid black fading to a foggy, translucent gray. But not before a piece of something speared through the opening. The closing Shadowgate sliced it off, and it slapped into the…
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Felix stepped through the Shadowgate and the liquid darkness resolved into a calm summer's day and a forest that was very familiar. The trees around him were made of solid emerald, chased with golden veins, and the leaves above were a translucent jade that filtered the morning sun into dappled shades. A path wound through the forest and unlike previous journeys, it wasn't a dirt trail, but a real road paved with hexagonal blocks. It was more than wide enough to accommodate twice their number, and the way…
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Felix stood inside the old Shrine once again, this time with Vess’ father, Roland, at his side. They stood at the center of the ancient Seal while just outside, servants were busy gathering food and water into sizable piles in the ruined study. There was little else they needed. The trip would hopefully be just a short one. The others were off settling their various situations and packing up their meager belongings. Felix had expanded the whitelist for crossing the Seal, but not by much. If the Seal…
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Felix eyed the throne. "Kind of ostentatious, isn't it?" "It's a very nice throne," Iiana said. "Very…shiny?" Before them, the official throne of the king of Pax’Vrell had replaced the shattered remnants of the duke's seat. It was made from gold and thin panels of mithril, beaten to form a scroll-armed, high-backed chair. The very top of it was shaped to look like the glyph of House Navarre, and quite well, too. "Khalheim is infinitely more regal. It is a seat of Strength. This is..." Orun trailed…
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