Daniel Thompson
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A quick head-count proves entirely useless. Some of these undead don’t even have heads. Still, I’m guessing there’s about forty of them? Maybe fifty. I can’t quite tell the difference between a ghoul or a zombie, but some of these are weird monstrosities (and not the fun cuddly kind) made of various body parts sewn together, fused bones holding them in place. Do we need a plan? Right now, my friends and I are just standing in the entrance, with only a few monster wolves between us and the pack…-
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Mom had given me a list of things to buy while in Santafaria. It was a neat little list, written in mom’s perfect calligraphy--which was quite pretty, I was kind of envious of it, what with all the twirls and sharp angles she wrote. It was all perfectly legible, of course, but every letter somehow I had to let go of Felix’s hand to open the scroll, and that left my own hand feeling kind of chilly all of a sudden. “Okay, the first thing we need to buy is... perfume?” I stared at the first item on…
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“I feel like I should be wearing a fedora,” I say. “Like, a wide-brimmed one.” “What are you talking about?” Esme asks with a glance over her shoulder. She’s holding up one of the lamps, not that she should need it, with the miner’s helmet sitting pretty on her head. “Ah, nevermind,” I say. I turn my head back and glance up to the ceiling. I’m still not used to the weight of the helmet, or the way it pulls my hair sometimes. The darkness above recedes, though not by much. The lights…
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Flying is fun, but even that grows... normal, I guess, after a while. We cross over woods that become thicker, then more and more sparse as we continue north. After a while the trees below are replaced by big piles of stone and the occasional little peak. A few rivulets cut around some of the hills, with large patches of wild grass around them. I make a game of spotting monsters and wild animals in the brush below, but as we follow along the edge of the mountains they become less common except for the…
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The flight was mostly fun. I say mostly because for the last twenty minutes or so, Bianca has been holding on so tight to my waist that it’s making it a little hard to breathe. I mean, I love hugs as much as the next person, but Bianca’s grip is a bit past hug-strength and well into leave-bruises strength. I want to tell her to relax a bit, but she’s afraid, and the hug is kind of nice. “Just don’t look down,” I say as I do just that. “I’m not looking anywhere, trust me,” Bianca says.…
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Felix looked up as Luciana walked into their little corner of the library. Once, not so long ago, Felix had been kind of terrified of the Dark Goddess. Now she... she supposed that she respected the goddess more than she feared her. Luciana gazed across their nook. It was a neat place, with a few sofas set around each other, and a few stacks of books here and there. A coffee table sat off to one side, with normal chairs around it. When they had snacks, they made sure to eat them there or else the…
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“I think we’re going to have enough after all,” I say. This dark pool is a bit larger than I had initially expected it to be. I guess the location is pretty good. Close enough to a city, yet not so close that it gets spotted and burned out. “Cool, enough to make four birds?” Felix asks. “I think just two, but I’ll make them a bit bigger. They’ll be able to carry two of us at once. We, ah, might want to go over our things. If there’s any equipment we really don’t need, then we could…
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The first thing I do is clear out some of the mud and muck on the ground next to the dark pool. I don’t mind getting a little dirty, but it’s going to be a pain to clean myself off while out in the middle of the woods. There’s no cleaning service out here. Felix helps by dragging a big rock over and setting it down right next to the water. “Thanks,” I say. She nods once. “No problem. I’m gonna go get some logs or something to sit on.” “Will it take long?” Bianca asks. “A few…
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I hike up my backpack so that it’s sitting correctly. I’m not used to carrying one of these, but I guess it’s better than having my hands full with all the stuff we’re bringing. We might have bought too much, actually. Esme is practically bent over by the gear she’s carrying, and Felix has two bags instead of just the one--though she is handling the added weight better than Esme is. We have blankets and two tents, enough food of the wrapped and salted variety to last us a week or two. We have…
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Semper sat at the back of her carriage, the sky outside was beautiful and clear, with only a few large cumulus floating high above in a bright blue sky. She flicked a finger and the curtains closed her off from the view. A pile of books, all fit for travelling, sat on the bench across from her, but they were as of yet untouched. Semper was keen on her own emotional state. The path to godhood did not allow for laziness or anything less than absolute dedication to one's domain and art and magic. She closed…
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