Daniel Thompson
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Felix and I walk along a wide street, where a few overhanging lamp posts mark off a section where pedestrians can move without having to worry about being run over by a passing cart. There’s more than enough traffic here to make that a concern. Montele is a busy place. More so than I’d imagined, even if it’s the capital. It’s noisy, with people talking, music playing from a few street performers, and the barks of dogs in the distance punctuating the surprisingly festive feel of the city. “I’m…-
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“There she is!” Pedro calls out from where he’s standing next to the driver of the wagon behind our own. Felix and I have been cooped up in the back of this wagon for most of the day. The caravan stopped during noon, for food and to give everyone time to go visit the woods nearby, but other than that, it’s been in constant movement. I guess it only makes sense. Monsters tend to roam in packs, but they stay within an area and most of them won’t bother chasing anything too far. They’re a bit…
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Lord Malicieux gestured to his manservant to twist the mirror a little, then he stretched his neck back and adjusted his doublet. It was a fine thing, made in Caselfella by a true artisan, and covered in fine brocade work. Nothing too flowery, nor anything too loud in its brilliance. He was an older gentleman, not a young peacock. He had no need for bright colours, and in a place such as this, they might well be to his detriment. It was a garment he had carefully chosen in his Nafpraki estates and that…
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Pedro the merchant is a lot more obsequious than I expected him to be initially. I think flashing some gold before him has turned the already happy merchant into an instant friend. Of course, I don’t trust him as far as I could throw him, and I couldn’t even lift him if I spent every spell I know trying. Pedro has one of the carriages slow down so that Felix and I can hop on. It’s not very roomy in the back. There’s a bench up against a tall stack of boxes, and two little wooden planks on the…
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Felix’s hearing is definitely better than my own. Like, way better. I didn’t hear the caravan until they were in sight. Now that they are, though, it’s hard to miss the sound of wooden wheels crunching across the gravel road, and the clack-clack of hooves echoing across the open space between the road and the woods. I squint ahead to make out the caravan better. There’re definitely at least four wagons... no, five; there’s a fifth a little to the rear of the others that’s smaller. They seem…
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“Road!” I call out. Felix and I stumble across the grassy expanse just outside of the forest, and towards the edge of the road. There’s a small ditch there, but it’s barely an inconvenience to jump over it, and Felix is light—and happy—enough that she hops over in a single bound. “This is good, right?” Felix asks. “It’s great,” I say. And it is. The road means we have a direction. It’ll be basically impossible to get lost now. As long as we head westward, we should stumble into…
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[Through your actions you have unlocked the potential to obtain the following classes: Do you wish to learn more about these classes or accept them into yourself?] Two new classes, both added to my growing list of classes I could learn, both of them sounding kinda weak. That was the sum total of the rewards I’d gotten from two weeks of hard work, from practicing and studying until my eyes went blurry. Well, no, there was one more reward, but it wasn’t from my studying. [You have unlocked the…
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I slump on the shore and sit there, water dripping off of me and onto the drier rocks around me. Felix is no better; she’s staying close to me, very close. If things were different, I might call it uncomfortable, but, well, no. Today hasn’t been the best day. “The caravan will have moved on,” I say. “Oh,” Felix replies. The angel targeted the monsters, not the people. It... it has to be an angel of Elestmorte. I remember reading some books that mention gods and goddesses that aren’t part…
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The wyvern dives, gaining speed even as it veers away from the road and starts to fly off towards the east, away from the angel. I glance over my shoulder, eyes squinting as I take in the angel hovering closer and closer, moving slowly, but without any motion. It’s like a brick, floating there in a way it shouldn’t be able to. I inspect it. My hand comes up, slapping me in the forehead even as I let out a cry. “Miss?” Felix asks. I shake my head, hand waving her away. “Tried to inspect…
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I wake up to birdsong, and the faint sound of someone breathing nearby. It takes just a moment to realize that I’m not home. The forest ground isn’t my mattress, no matter how thick the blanket I put down. Sitting up with a yawn, I look around the tent and find Felix curled up in a ball at the far end. She’s awake too, but the way she’s moving around and yawning tells me she only just woke up. Did she hear me moving? That’s... likely. “Morning,” I say. “Hey,” she replies. Breakfast…
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