Elizabeth Wilson
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Abigail did the finger-waggle thing at you, so you know she was serious when she said that the bandits should at least have underwear and socks for the trip back to town. That’s why the long row of mostly naked men trailing out behind you in single-file are not completely-naked men instead. You, of course, are in the lead, with Abigail and Wuffles and the others too. Abigail isn’t very good at the whole walking through a forest thing, which is strange. You’re better at it than her and you only had…-
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It only takes a few minutes for two of you to find all the bandits in their little camp. It’s not a very impressive place. Half a dozen wooden shacks set in a sort of semi-circle around the entrance to a small cave. Your two clones look at each other, then one of them starts smiling all smug and gloat-y. “I got here first,” you say to yourself. “I get the headpats.” “No, you didn’t,” your other you says right back. “I got here first so You narrow your eyes at yourself. Then one of…
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“I can’t see them,” Everette says. You look around but you can’t see any signs of the bandits either. The whole group is on a big hill overlooking part of the forest, a nice vantage point to try and spot the hidden bandit camp. Unfortunately it doesn’t seem to be working out. Probably because it’s a hidden camp, not a visible camp. Charlotte narrows her eyes and looks farther out. The girl uncoils her whip from her side, then cracks it upwards where it hooks around one of the nicer branches…
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“Wow,” Everette says as he gets off his bum and uses a nearby tree to help him stand up. His eyes are fixed on the spot where the troll used to be. Technically it’s still there. For once, you sort of agree with the boy. Abigail really did a number on the troll. You can still see most of its body. The arms and legs aren’t too badly mangled. The torso isn’t doing so well, though, what with the three new tree trunks growing into and then out of it. You can’t help the wash of pride at the sight.…
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“I see, thank you, sir,” Everette says to the old man before bowing and rushing back over to the group. Daphne and you are the only ones really paying attention, Abigail and Charlotte are both too busy snooping around the farm and making cute noises at all the baby cows in the baby cow pens. You’re not sure what you think about farms. On the one tentacle, food, on the other, they smell like poop. “Alright everyone,” Everette says as he returns. “We have a direction.” he pointed off towards…
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Everette explained the way the quest picking system works to you with simple words and big gestures. You suspect it’s because he’s touched in the head. Poor Wuffles, having such a boring summoner. “So,” you say to recapitulate. “For some reason some metals are more important than others, and so you decided to use that to rank the difficulty of these quest things.” “Uh, yeah, exactly,” Everette says. “Bronze, then silver, then gold. Each rank is more dangerous, but also pays…
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“More please!” you tell the nice lady. She’s big and plump and has brown hair tied up in a bun behind her head so that it doesn't fall into the yummy, yummy food she makes. The woman bends down a little and pinches your cheek. “Oh, aren’t you the sweetest thing?” she asks. You look up to the nice lady and nod. It’s a very serious question, even if you think it’s not being taken seriously. But you can’t fault the nice lady for asking. In only one morning she has climbed from unimportant…
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“Dreamer, wake up,” Abigail says as she shakes your shoulder. Abigail giggles. “Well, if you won’t wake up the easy way,” she begins. You feel cold fingers pressing up against the material of your pretty dress right over your ribs. The comfy haze of sleep pulls back a little. “No,” you say. “Hrm,” Abigail replies. “Maybe I won’t.” Then she starts poking your sides and you squirm. “Maybe I won’t stop until Dreamer is awake!” “No!” you protest louder as Abigail begins to…
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Abigail looks at the others, then at you. “I guess that cat is out of the bag,” she says. Daphne is quick to shake her head. “He’s the leader of this expedition, but that hardly gives him much authority over you or your person, and especially not over Dreamer. Hold firm and don’t let him walk all over you... actually, do you want me to accompany you?” Abigail shakes her head. “No, no I'll be fine.” “I’m coming,” you say simply. Abigail looks at you for a moment, then pats your…
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“Now, hand over the goods, and the girls, and no one’s gonna get hurt,” one of the bandits, the biggest one in the lot, says. You eye him carefully, taking in his scruffy face and dirty clothes, but also the big axe he’s holding by his side. Skinner looks back towards your wagon and winces. “I see,” he says. “Do you know who we are?” “We don’t, and we don’t care,” the bandit says. “Any one of you moves and you’re dead.” “But, sir,” Abigail says as she sits up…
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