David Thompson
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When I finished mopping up the last of the zombie horde, there were a few irregular things to clean up. There were some more skeletons that acted strangely. Again, instead of attacking me like they had in the catacombs, these skeletons bowed to me. Others got on their knees and pressed their foreheads to the floor. The last skeletons around here had done this same thing. It also looked remarkably similar to some humans I had seen. I didn't understand what they were doing, but it didn't change the fact…-
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Bee rushed over to where Arthur trembled on his knees. Leaping, she again tried to spear the tip of her broom through the wraith's chest. It faded out of existence, releasing Arthur right before she managed to land a blow. Bee whirled around looking for the opponent but didn't see anything. As she sent furtive glances in all directions, Arthur’s ragged breathing stabilized. He stabbed the ground with his sword, forcing himself back up to his feet. Bee felt a cold hand on the back of her neck. She…
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My struggle with the void felt like it took forever. With each nanosecond, it stayed outside of me; I could feel it trying to spread. It wanted to consume. Not in any monstrous malicious way, but more like a cloud of expanding smoke. It was simply its nature. Like how water was wet, the void was hungry. It was funny that it had taken such an effort to force it out of me, but the second that it got a taste of those weird energy ghosts, it only wanted more. The zombies running into me and getting consumed…
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After Bee finally finished her immediately pressing work, she stood upright and stretched. She finally had a minute to check the notification waiting for her. LEVEL 45 REACHED. CHOOSE A SKILL: SCOURING STRIKE, CULT LEADERSHIP, HERD THE FLOCK It had been quite a while since she had last gained a skill. Well, by her standards a least. That she had taken less than a decade between level 40 and level 45 would have already been considered fast by all reasonable metrics. By following her master, she had…
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Harold was very happy to be on the opposite side of the city when the gates fell. When the attack had started, it was accompanied by a simultaneous assault on the postern gate led by Shades. When the report came in, he had split off from Arthur's men to take care of it. Technically, most of the mages who came with him could have taken on the task too. But they had all proven themselves to not be the best under pressure. When combat had broken out nearby, they had a tendency to freeze. With enough…
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Arthur faced me, posture tense and blade in hand. In my defense, though, it's not like I could have really told him about the zombies. He had enough trouble understanding me for simple things. I hovered motionless before him. I didn't want to spook him anymore. But soon after, he glanced back towards the other end of the alleyway. The motionless zombies lay there, clean holes through each of their heads. His eyes narrowed. He seemed to relax slightly as he slowly sheathed his sword. "My… my thanks.…
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Bee rolled as she hit the ground. A writhing mass of undead surrounded her on all sides. They had already filled the empty archway and completely obscured the fallen gate where it lay, dust still settling from when it fell. It had only taken her and her master a few quick seconds of conversation mid-flight before they decided on a plan. It wasn't the best plan, and certainly not what she would have chosen, but her master had been quite insistent, and she didn't want to let it down. So she was going…
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Getting to the city of Caleb proved a bit more problematic than expected. Not because they lacked options - Void would fly, of course. The question was, how could it bring Beatrice along as well? The start had been a bit rocky. At first, Void had tried to lift her by her backpack straps, which soon became obviously untenable. The straps were designed to take load onto her shoulders, not lift her up. The thin straps immediately cut off the blood flow to her arms. But that was nothing compared to the…
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As Beatrice took the injured man inside the castle, I followed behind. I wasn't sure if she would need assistance, but I wanted to be nearby if it was required. Well, even if the man was being led toward a bed. You could never be too careful. He seemed to regain some of his senses along the way. What he said wasn't quite intelligible, but I did hear something about massive armies and a large siege. That was slightly worrying; it sounded like there would be trouble in the near future. Hopefully, it…
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Roscoe ran through the forest accompanied by a few of his elite guards. At first, he had been hesitant to leave, but it had become clear that the current siege strategy wasn't going to work anymore. Recruitment was the number one priority. Roscoe was well aware that his strengths did not lie in tactics and strategy. He was certainly improving them with every engagement, but it was clear that he wasn't going to catch up to the enemy commander in time. No, the only option was overwhelming numbers. Just…
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