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Ever since he had sworn himself to Cerebon, Zareth had begun to feel an abnormal appreciation for the setting sun. The source of that sentiment was almost undoubtedly Cerebon’s own affiliation with dusk. Rituals involving the God of Flesh and Transformation were strongest during the twilight hours, when the day stood on the cusp of transforming into night. Zareth’s appreciation of this time of day had only grown as he’d earned more of Cerebon’s favor, and would almost certainly grow again quite…-
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Zareth felt a sharp spike of fear as he hurriedly leapt back from the blade which threatened to cut a chunk out of his side. Although he trusted Rizok enough not to actually kill him during one of their spars, the lizardkin asserted quite firmly that practicing with a blunted sword would only be to Zareth’s detriment. According to him, Zareth’s greatest strength while fighting was his ability to regenerate from most wounds, which meant that he should apparently get used to suffering wounds in…
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Zareth carefully studied the various symbols he’d drawn across the lowest level of his spire, an emptied out dungeon, in preparation to perform the . After learning that Meldorath’s Heart needed a steady supply of divine energy to function, using one of his Skill Points to acquire the Skill had been an obvious decision. Zareth had already learned from the Grimoire of Cerebon that ritual Skills came with several prerequisites before they could be activated, but the actual process was more tedious than…
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Once he and the rest of the expedition finished descending down the tower to get their first good look at the temple’s interior, Zareth’s first impression was that it made little sense. The vast majority of the structure had been buried beneath the sands and been abandoned for millennia, yet its stone halls were in far better condition than they had any right to be. Oh, the old temple certainly gave the impression of being ancient ruins which any Adventurer would be salivating to explore, but Zareth…
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Zareth closed his nictitating membranes as a gust of wind sent sand flying into his face, carefully shielding the map in front of him so it didn’t get damaged or sent flying off into the distance. Once the gust subsided, he let out a huff of annoyance and carefully drank from his waterskin as he returned to studying the map. It had barely taken a month after the Desharin agreed to help him in finding the lost temple of Meldorath for them to successfully narrow down its location, which was honestly…
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Zareth was grateful for the view afforded to him by the room he’d chosen to become his new living quarters. After being given the right to live within the far more affluent Spire Gardens, Zareth hadn’t hesitated for a moment to gather up his meager possessions and move into his brand new tower. Not only was it obviously safer, but who would pass up the chance to live in an enchanted tower like some sort of wizard? Zareth might criticize the Zareth had experienced both a life in which he’d never…
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Zareth’s thoughts stuttered for a moment as he processed Cerebon’s words and their implications. Not only could the deity easily read his mind, but he also knew that Zareth had been reincarnated. Surprisingly, being reincarnated wasn’t a fact that affected his life as much as one would have expected. Oh, there were a few benefits, such as being able to become literate fairly easily and retaining his previous education. It also meant that he simply… perceived the world differently compared to most…
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Within the office of his temple, Zareth winced in sympathy as he examined the maimed visage of his latest client. The person sitting in front of him was a large human man, one of the soldiers who had been hurt when the Conclave detonated flasks of Dragon’s Breath in the city’s barracks. Casualties weren’t as high as they might have been if the attack had taken place just the day before, as most of the soldiers had been away, but the few who were left to guard the base had borne the brunt of the…
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Zareth let out a groan of frustration as he fiddled with the straps of his waist belt. After Rizok had reminded him that he needed to attend the public Declaration Ceremony, Zareth had been ready to leave at once. Unfortunately, his bodyguard had quickly informed him that Zareth was expected to wear formal clothing as he was no longer a common citizen. There weren’t exactly any laws about it, but the members of the Great Houses held different societal expectations for people who ‘mattered’ and…
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It was impossible to know just from looking at him, but Rizok remained just as vigilant walking through the streets of Tal’Qamar as he would have been in some far off battlefield. Rizok couldn’t help but find it a bit sad that he felt more at ease fighting in distant lands than walking the streets of the city he’d been born in. He’d traveled to many lands during his involuntary stay away from his home, but Tal’Qamar’s internal politics were deadly in a way few cities could compare. The fact…
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