Elizabeth Williams
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"… And then, after calling Jertann a Hero, he departed after sending Zolast his regards," Karak finished explaining. To be fair, it was the third time he had explained, giving every single detail he could remember. He spoke that much without prompting, showing how much he had been affected by the kidnapping. "Boss, we need to find him!" "And, we will," I said, sounding far more confident than I was actually feeling. "The battle at the Wall is already over, and Zolast is on the way. Once he arrives, he…
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The priest of Zeus looked at me angrily. For a moment, I thought that he would actually accept my challenge, but then, his gaze met with the other priest. A subtle shake of his head was enough to make the priest of Zeus swallow his disagreement. "Of course not," he managed to say, unable to control his anger. "The last thing I want would be to accidentally malign your great high priest." "I thought so," I said smugly, while, at the same time, I used my Charisma to repeat the orders to Baron Maell, that…
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For them to set the tent barely took a minute, in an area that could be classified as neutral ground. Their speed was a surprise, but not in a good way. Under the current circumstances, it made sense to play slowly, and maybe even waste more time to try their luck with more assassination attempts. The fact that they were hurrying up wasn't a good sign, at least not in my paranoid mind. It might be that they just wanted to finish what they planned and leave, but watching the intense concentration the…
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We managed to arrive at Town Maell before the flying castle, but it had been a close call. When we stepped into one of the tunnels that led directly to the inner town, the castle was just a couple miles away, and approaching rapidly. I sent a signal to Limenta, asking him to take Takis and a team of elites, and use a flying cart to go support Zolast. Since I was here, I was confident I could defend the town even if the worst happened. There was only one flying castle here. It was a pity, but depending on…
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Unsurprisingly, Baron Maell wasn't thrilled with the idea of meeting up with his 'loving' uncle. He was antsy even with my presence. He walked back and forth at the cart's rear, his steps hard enough to shake the vehicle. "How dare that traitor show his face… I will kill him," he muttered repeatedly. I didn't engage with him, nor that I care about the beautiful view that was sliding under us, too busy paying attention to our environment while we went to Town Maell. I had to admit, their counter-attack…
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My initial plan was to deliver the mana bomb against the army that was planning to attack us, but, once I caught up with the attacking army, I began having second thoughts about it. The offensive regiment was barely two thousand troops importantly, they were rushing forward recklessly. There was no need to weaken them when the caravan had already bunkered down, with enough ballistas to turn their position into an unbreakable bulwark. Then, Limenta sent me a report, telling me that there was a flying…
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Karak watched the city guard as his left hand tightened around the heft of his spear. They moved to arrest the people he had pointed out earlier, each of them having already passed the line they could approach without authorization. They listened to him, because at this point, almost half of the city guard members were ex-Dawn Hammer members, preferring the easy life of a guard to the constant, daily struggles of a guild member, their life split between hunting dangerous monsters out of the walls, and…
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"Are you ready, boys?" I asked as I looked at the shrouded figure of Limenta, standing next to Takis wearing a golden set of armor, putting the last touches to escort the huge caravan that contained our promised weapon delivery. Well, fake delivery. I had actually handled the real delivery with Terma's help, putting our speed to good use. They were safely in a secret warehouse at the Wall I had rented through Iron Trust, defended by Zolast in case our trick was discovered, ready to be delivered to the…
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The week that followed my short yet memorable trip to Oniphia was surprisingly idle. Other than a few hidden trips to Oniphia where I smuggled several more crates of weapons in order to further fuel the fears about the unchecked smuggling that triggered a witch hunt in the city. It was surprisingly trivial once I understood the design of the port wards, particularly since the wards were geared toward detecting beasts rather than men. Other than those trips, I did little other than dungeon runs, and…
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"Do you have anything to drink?" I asked even as I sat down, while Zolast let the flying cart start floating. He threw a bottle at me. "Just what I needed," I said as I chugged. "So, have you been attacked?" I asked. "Twice," Zolast said. "Once by a team of archers hidden in my path, once by a trio of flying carts, two of them I captured successfully," he said. "An unexpected profit," I said. The flying carts weren't prohibitively expensive, but the problem was to find someone who was willing to sell…
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