David Martinez
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On his way back to the quarry town Leif ran into Nayet, Tollumi and a very flustered looking Manny. The foreman ushered the horse he was riding to move to the side of the road, while the two adventurers rode closer on the mount they shared. Nayet held the reins in one hand as she waved towards him with the other, her husband winced as he dismounted, one of his arms wrapped in bandages. “This is great! Wonderful news!” Manny said, running a hand through his greying hair. “We thought the worst may…
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The hundreds of seabirds that called the sheer cliff home were less than pleased at his presence. Leif couldn’t really blame them, especially considering the damage he had done during his fall. But that didn’t stop being constantly swooped by dozens of the angry creatures at a time from being quite annoying. His aura, or perhaps nature, seemed to mollify the majority of the birds, his presence pacifying them. Unfortunately a majority of the winged beasts being mostly impartial to his existence…
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Water churned around Leif as he looked around him, searching for the serpent that had vanished from sight. He kept his footing easily enough, several skills working in tandem to maintain his balance. He pushed cultivated vitality into , unable to see or predict when the merfey would strike next he decided that shoring up his defences was a wise choice. A moment later that was proven to be correct as a wall of scales and fangs shimmered back into visibility and lurched towards him. Leif raised his wooden…
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The quarry was a set of giant steps carved into an artificial valley, the limestone had been dug away in layers that resulted in the quarry being like a funnel. Water had fallen from layer to layer, finally accumulating in the innermost point where it pooled into a small, roughly rectangular lake. Foremen gathered around the uppermost lip of the quarry, looking down at the lake with troubled expressions. Former members of the enslaved legion likewise stood around, tools in hand gazing blankly down into…
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The roads leading into Ahle-ho were mostly absent of travellers during the worst of turbulence, however whenever there was a gap in the chaos they would emerge from small roadside shelters to continue on their way. Farmers rode carts pulled by beasts of burden, their harvests having been completed in the leadup to the wild and largely unpredictable weather. Needing neither sleep nor food, he made good time, but that was relative to the average human traveller. A hailstorm tore across the coast, pelting…
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Leif ended up staying in Klos for over a week, there was far more to do than healing those who had been severely injured in the fire that had claimed over a quarter of the town. There was an interesting, if morbid phenomenon he observed while treating the victims. The survivors were moderately levelled, their increased attributes having granted them enough resilience to stave off death until they could receive healing. The death toll was high, the demographics that had died painted a grim picture. Many…
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Leif wished his spatial ring was larger, that way he could actually store clothing in case he ever got into a situation like this again. Unfortunately it wasn’t, and the likelihood of him being able to afford something better was practically none. The two packs from the terrorists were slung over his back. With every motion he made they swayed, but their bulk wasn’t enough to majorly impede his process. The biggest challenge was finding a way back up to the surface. The higher up he climbed the more…
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Townsfolk ran as their homes burnt around them. Dancing embers eagerly seeking out victims as if possessed by an unnatural malevolence. Olav raced around the corner of an intersection only to collide with an adventurer as they backpedalled, wreathed in flames they were unable to put out. Olav cursed, ducking to the side as he hastily patted out the fire that had jumped hosts, the adventurer letting out a horse, hollow scream as they slumped against a nearby building. The demikin turned, trying not to let…
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The fire user spontaneously combusted as maddened laughter clawed out of his mouth. Leif sighed, raising an arm to shield his face from the following detonation of power. The battle had wounded him, though his cultivated base of life-force hadn’t been overly tapped into. The two injured humans however, were in far worse conditions. They fled, vanishing over a ledge as the cavern began to collapse. He turned, and dashed for their packs, all the while cursing the fact he was about to get trapped…
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Roots ripped free from the slanted ceiling, twisting and writhing as they responded to Leif’s command. Chunks of stone, pulled free by the violent exit of the roots, fell in crashing heaps to the floor. The cavern shook, the sound of running water replaced with rock impacting rock. Leif stepped forward, the motion turning him into a blur of golden light as pulled him away from danger. A pillar of flames shot up from behind the wall of fire, the elementalist trying in vain to incinerate several tonnes…
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