Jennifer Jones
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Tala flew through the skies outside of Alefast on a rather interesting amalgamation, along with her defensive unit and a passenger. Master Girt had created a platform of stone, and Master Limmestare had added a windscreen of curved, reinforced glass. Tala, herself, had then reduced the effective gravity on the thing down to about five-percent, before Mistress Cerna had woven a select few patches of copper in the air, placing them just below the bottom, piercing thin tendrils of the stuff through to a…-
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Tala moved her lord-piece one space closer to a corner, sheltered by her last remaining defender. Rane grinned as he considered the board. “So, you’re enjoying being a defender?” “It’s… interesting. It feels a bit like guarding a caravan, in that I’m not really doing much for a lot of the time, but I need to be vigilant, and ready at a moment’s notice. I definitely think that I’m starting to understand what Mistress Cerna meant when she said she was ‘feeling’ the tension, even when…
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Tala woke early the next morning—well before the sun was up outside, and only a little before it would rise within Kit—and immediately moved through her stretches. The sun outside and the sun within her sanctum were coming closer to being in harmony as summer approached, and that lent to a feeling of greater coherence between life in her sanctum and the ‘real world’ outside. She snorted a laugh. As to that morning, Master Clevnis has asked to meet with her first thing in the morning. So, after…
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Tala hopped twice as she moved forward, mirroring aspects to allow the remnants of grit and grime to fall from her. She stretched luxuriantly as she walked back under the outer portcullis, Terry striding at her side. “That was nice, Terry. It’s been too long since we’ve been able to cut loose side by side.” Terry tossed his head and chirped happily in agreement. She almost paused within the gatehouse to be questioned, but the inner gates were open, the portcullis up, so she shrugged to herself…
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Tala waited with bated breath for Master Grediv to tell them what their mission would be. The Paragon straightened slightly, clearly playing it up a bit. Finally, he shrugged and smiled, “You all need to get to know one another, and Mistress Tala needs to settle in, but our detection grids have indicated that we’ll have a precise location for a new cell nailed down somewhere between one and two weeks from now.” Tala slumped in disappointment. Mistress Cerna grimaced. “So soon? We’ll only have…
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Tala felt the gazes on her sharpen even as Master Cru walked back her way. “Mistress Tala, you’ve only been an Archon for twenty-one years? Who did you learn under? Most have an incredible amount of trouble adapting to enhanced physiology, and I would love to know who taught you so well.” She cleared her throat. “My apologies, Master Cru. I think there was a misunderstanding.” The man seemed to relax. “Oh. I was going to say: Your magics and combat effectiveness did seem a She shook her…
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Tala was feeling much more comfortable now that she’d displayed one of her abilities. She walked toward the vast, open three-quarters of the arena with Master Grediv at her side, leaving the portion with the remnants of her breath attack behind. “What would you like to demonstrate next?” “Area.” “Very well, do you require anything set up for the demonstration?” She hesitated. She didn’t He smiled her way before flicking his eyes behind them and sighing dramatically. “We do have an…
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Tala watched as three groups of Refined and one lone man walked forward out of the milling group of their peers. Their sandaled feet didn’t make much noise at all on the odd material of the training arena below the Alefast Archon Compound. One group was Master Clevnis and the woman with him. They were both clad in traditional Mage’s robes in complementing colors, him in solid black with silver highlights, her in deep, sapphire blue with similar, seemingly decorative metal threading. It was…
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Tala really did have so many questions for Master Grediv that it was hard to pick. With that in mind, even though she was tempted to be distracted by the replaying of Mistress Kaeti’s battle with the magical horde, she kept her focus. “Well, let’s start with a simple one: Is there anything else that my master would have told me, if I had one?” Master Grediv nodded. “That is an excellent question. While sometimes the mageling surpasses the master, and in those cases, others are brought in, it is…
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Tala turned to regard the man joining Master Grediv and herself. Furgal, for his part, bowed to each of them. “Honored Ancestor, Archon.” She felt her cheek twitch. ‘Honored’ was the correct arcane address for someone of Master Grediv’s advancement. Tala had missed that, distracted as she was by the honorific that Furgal had given Master Grediv. Master Grediv, for his part, simply motioned to the empty chair on his other side, across the table from Tala. “Sit, sit, boy. You missed the…
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