Jennifer Jones
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There will be no RoyalRoad chapters posted from Christmas until New Years, nor January 31st. (This is a Patreon alternative!) https://jlmullins-shop.fourthwall.com/ [ Life-sized Terry Plushie - Potentially coming, no hard dates yet. Tess Irondale will be the narrator for this one, too! 🥳 We hope to release in the first half of…-
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Tala allowed her effective gravity to return to normal as she stood firmly in the testing room. Then, she stretched, feeling her body almost seem to realign after its moments of weightlessness. She cleared her throat, and looked directly to the two Refined, “We need to add something else to the list of warnings.” They shared a look before Mistress Spiora pulled out an Archive slate, an almost hungry look in her eyes. “What did you experience?” “Gravity. I was still in existence, but there was…
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Tala and Rane walked through the open gates of Bandfast without issue or fanfare, simply joining the near constant traffic moving in and out at this time of day. As they entered, Tala asked Alat to send a few pertinent messages through the Archive. One was to Lyn and Kannis, letting them know that they were in the city and confirming their scheduled meet-up at Lyn’s house that evening. The second was to Mistress Elnea, the head of the local Archon Council, letting her know that Tala had entered the…
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Tala and Rane sat in the snow, beside a large rock, enjoying the wonderful lunch prepared by Mistress Petra. The light falling of snow was starting to obscure the distant mountains, but they both had enough enhancement to their eyes that it wouldn’t be a problem until the snowfall got a lot heavier. Even so, the trees near at hand were also seen through a haze of snow that gave the scene a surreal, painting-like aesthetic. It was lovely. The food was warm, and the company was pleasant as they chatted…
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Tala had, after a few hours of consideration, finally decided to simply go with Alat’s suggestions for the present moment, mainly because it was easy enough to change her words for things once she had a good understanding, and she really needed to start building up her mental ability to actually process the concepts. Regardless, as soon as she’d codified and agreed to the descriptors, it was as if something clicked in her own mind, and she knew her words would need to be changed. She slid to a stop,…
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Tala sat in the middle of the wagon circle, contemplating the fickleness of memory, even a perfect memory. She This time, she had ‘forgotten’ one of the hallmarks of being with a caravan. It was rather boring. Virtually anything that she could do to use her time more effectively would reduce her ability to be on watch for the caravan, so she was stuck where she was, doing very little. To be fair, it was the best-case scenario, and she was grateful on behalf of those she was watching over that…
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Tala’s metal sunk back into the dimensions of magic, revealing her to be the human she was. Alat sighed. Tala filled her voice with power so that it would carry even as she spoke softly, calmly, “Peace, travelers. I am a Defender from Alefast and detected your struggle. We are here to help.” A collective exhalation rippled through those present as quite a few seemed to actually recognize her from her few recorded clashes, now that she’d given them context in which to place her. One of the…
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Tala woke from her short sleep, a field of stars overhead, bracketed by winter-bare trees. She truly loved how little she had to sleep in recent days, even with the time doubled to allow Alat to remain cognizant at all times, Tala still required only about half the sleep she used to as a simple Mage. It was somewhere in the middle of the night, and she didn’t much care exactly when. She was just content to enjoy the view. There was a steady breeze from the east that caused the trees to sway pleasantly…
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Tala was learning something about herself. As it turned out, she did not like fighting the eye-beasts, and they were especially annoying up close. Flow cut them well enough, but she was constantly under pressure from dozens of directions, the magic so thick that it was pushing her in an almost physical manner. Currently, both of her Leshkin shields, and her three defensive discs were glowing with absorbed power—each a different color—as she did her best to move them with her aura, keeping them in…
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Tala barked a laugh as Terry flickered into being beside the closest beast, ripping off its stubby legs with a series of flickering strikes before retreating back to her shoulder. The eye-beast that had been delimbed plopped to the ground with an odd, squelching sound, even as all eight eye-stalks oriented on Tala and Terry, even behind the wall’s crenellations. She was watching their enemy through her mirrored perspectives, which were out to the sides for better vantage. Whether that was the case or…
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