David Martinez
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“I really don’t see why High Command couldn’t give us a few horses,” Zareth grumbled as he glared at the hateful creature pulling their caravan’s supply wagon through the desert sands. “I understand that they’re not native and are bred purely for the cavalry divisions, but surely they could have spared us one or two!” The hateful creature in question was a ghorak, which could be best described as a camel-like creature with two large horns. They were relatively handy beasts of burden and…-
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Zareth felt utterly fascinated as he poured a shimmering silver liquid into an open chamber of the pulsing organ located in the center of his laboratory. Meldorath’s Heart immediately began extracting the Ether from the Argent Leaf Extract before directing it into a separate chamber. He observed as the contents of the chamber gradually mixed with other types of Ether extracted from other alchemical reagents which had been poured in beforehand, Skywhale Oil and Aether Quartz Dust in this particular…
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All four of Vidhatri’s eyes snapped open the moment she awoke, adrenaline flooding her body the moment she regained consciousness. There was a common Skill among high-leveled that allowed them to intentionally modify their brains. Vidhatri had used the Skill to augment her adrenal gland, causing it to trigger upon awakening. She wanted to ensure that she would never be lethargic upon awakening, always ready to respond to any threat or situation that required her immediate attention. The young leader of…
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“This feels strange to me. Am I paranoid, Rizok?” Zareth asked as he fidgeted in his seat. “Yes. You generally are,” Rizok immediately responded from behind him, smirking traitorously at his distress before conceding that he was right. “However, your concerns may be warranted in this case. I would have expected High Command to present an after action report of the battle at Fal’Ashar to the entire Hierophant Council, rather than call you for a private meeting. I’ve always known the officers…
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Nasrith had been a creature of habit and discipline from the moment he had hatched. At least, this is what he had been told by the various high-leveled and who had molded him into the man he was today. They claimed that even as an infant, Nasrith would demand to be fed at the exact same time each day, his cries as punctual as the shadows on a sundial. This trait followed him as he grew older and was the one Nasrith credited in his rise to power. It was what had allowed him to excel in his rigorous…
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While the effects of non-physical Stats tended to be more subtle than those of their physical counterparts, the strange effect that high Willpower had on dreams was quite obvious. Although Willpower tended to make a person need less sleep, it also made a person more likely to find themselves aware that they were dreaming when they did sleep. Many people had mixed feelings about that feature of the stat, but Zareth was quite fond of it. His dreams… tended to be unpleasant more often than not. They…
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Zareth smiled politely as he passed one of his followers while descending the spire, allowing none of his agitation to appear on his face. Thankfully, the elderly lizardkin woman appeared too busy to stop Zareth for conversation. It wasn’t long before he reached one of the corridors halfway down the spire, and made his way to an unobtrusive wooden door. The loud exclamations coming from the other side quieted quickly after Zareth began knocking; the students inside were likely curious about who was…
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Zareth looked up from his attempt to create a new designer pet as he sensed his cult’s surprise guest making her way toward his laboratory. Yesterday, he had just been about to finish showing Vidhatri around the spire when they had received a sudden visit from an officer sent by High Command. Apparently, the shivarath had decided for some odd reason that it would be a good idea to sneak into Tal’Qamar rather than go through proper channels. One of the many guards patrolling through the Spire Gardens…
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Tamir took in a deep breath as Gurza handed him a serving of her mouthwatering Muttonbread, taking a moment to enjoy the aroma wafting from it. He’d been given the chance to experience foods that he was once unable to afford before joining the cult of Cerebon, but there was just something about Gurza’s Bakery that always drew him back. It smelt like home… or at least like what he imagined home would smell like had he ever had one. “Here you go, boy,” said Gurza gruffly, her voice faintly weary…
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One of the worst aspects about calling down a god’s wrath to smite your enemies was that you were never quite certain what to expect. Zareth had known that it wouldn’t be pretty, but the specifics of the matter were left for Cerebon to decide. He had definitely wanted to send a memorable message so that everyone in Tal’Qamar would know that his cult wasn’t to be taken lightly… but the actual result had been a There were many consequences that had already come from this, some of which were…
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