Daniel Thompson
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Alice floated beside Victor with raven mana flowing across the surface of her skin—it almost looked like a bucket of black tar had been poured over her as wisps of purple flame wrapped her fingers, ready to be unleashed at a moment’s notice. Her face was concealed, leaving no point of weakness as they faced an unknown threat. The dull castle wall, nestled a few meters inside a cave, was merely a front to something else—a home. A mana signature so dense it could belong to Hyveth Arcspace emanated…
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With mutual interest established, Plutus took center stage after dismissing his guards, except for two wearing black cloaks on either side of him. “I will be frank, Necron lies on disputed territory, not only between the various noble factions within the Empire but between all forces on the continent.” Plutus, the ever-serious orange sloth, brought out a document from his spatial ring and cleared his throat. “Ahem. Currently, ten noble houses petitioned in court to send their armies to conquer the…
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Victor was bored again—which felt even worse since it was self-inflicted. I chose to become an undead since it would make my life as easy as possible. Who would have thought having an easy life could be so dull? Luckily the swarm of flies under his control was intelligent enough to obey a simple command: kill everything. “Bleh.” Genus spat on the floor and flicked the half-eaten worm dripping in his saliva off the side of the floating platform. He looked awful, clearly having lost some of the weight…
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Things were progressing smoothly down in the Grand Dungeon’s depths. A month or so had passed since Garry the pirate arrived at Necron, and Victor and his merry band were making significant progress. As he had suspected, the main threat of the arctic floors was the immense distance it took to traverse and the extreme climate. I suspect the dungeon didn’t spawn any monsters on those floors on purpose, so delvers had no way to acquire food. Unfortunately for the dungeon, there was a limit on how strong…
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Garry leaned back, let out a monstrous burp, and relished in the warmth that spread throughout his body. “That been the best broth I ’ave e’er ’ad!” He paused and then smacked himself. “Talk proper! Like the land folk. Ahem…” He coughed awkwardly and looked around the empty inn. It was rather large but lacked that dirt and grime needed to give a tavern that certain feel. Instead, everything was too new and clean that it was somewhat stifling. “Well, that will soon change! Once the people…
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Weeks passed, and progress in rebuilding the town had been slow, but Andrew, alongside his goblins, repaired everything destroyed in the fight and added some things. “Master, someone has arrived at the town.” Victor looked across the black ocean and confirmed that Andrew, the King Ooze, was contacting him. He had given Andrew complete authority over the town on the surface as he was diligent and good at his job. Obviously, Victor checked on him now and then, but his work had been satisfactory so…
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Tension in the Empire’s capital was running high. Garry, an ex-pirate turned mediocre merchant, could tell that much. There was a lockdown on the shocking information. But those in the know-how were itching to get out there and profit. The monsters were gone, and nobody knew why. Garry stroked his straggly beard as he walked down the sidewalk of the capital’s famous shopping street. His funds, a few coppers, jingled in his pockets as he window-shopped for travel supplies. The smell of succulent meat…
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“You three are far too dangerous to let into the heart of our city.” Eve’s argument was reasonable. Victor had never laid eyes on the Empire’s capital city, but he doubted the inside defenses could handle them without some loss of civilian life. He was somewhat limited in what he could accomplish if he wished to keep his stat-point expenditure down, but Toby could wreak complete havoc on the scale of a Senior dragon. Toby approached Eve and loomed over her. She strained her neck to look at his…
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The group followed Toby toward his chosen monster but encountered a problem. Andrew was incredibly slow and was lagging far behind. “Guys…wait up!” Andrew called, and everyone paused to watch the struggling slime. Andrew honestly reminded Victor of Jabba the Hutt with his body proportions, but if Jabba was a necrotic jelly. I wondered why I never saw any island-size king slimes since they grow through eating, but now I understand. Even a rock could somehow outrun a king slime. As Andrew lurched…
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Eve stumbled backward with her fists raised defensively to her chest. Blood-red mana surged around her body as her heart beat loudly in her chest. All her trained senses screamed absolute danger when she laid eyes on the shadowy man. It was both material and a total illusion, but the amount of raw power behind its manifestation was beyond anything she had ever seen. The shadow man gave his greetings and stood there, motionless, waiting for her reply. Yes, the guild master wanted to see a necromancer, not…
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