Jennifer Jones
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Tala was utterly at a loss. Somehow, she’d been immediately recognized when she walked into the Bandfast Culinary Guildhall. She’d been whisked into a side room, where servant after servant brought her food of unquestionable quality. It had been less than half an hour, and yet even she was starting to feel full. Tala continued to eat and store food within Kit. A full hour had passed, and Tala was getting ready to demand answers when an elderly woman bustled in. She bowed deeply. “Mistress Tala.…-
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Tala listened as Master Simon started to go over a number of rather interesting ideas. Apparently, there were quite a few explorer type Archons who wanted to be able to get their findings back to the cities in case they died, so there were a plethora of plans for doing just that. They ranged from the insane to the possibly reasonable. Even so, before they could delve too far into it, she had a realization. Tala cleared her throat, causing Master Simon to pause. “My apologies. I figured he would have…
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Tala spent the next four days back in her old pattern, greatly looking forward to the upcoming visit from Master Simon, Mistress Petra, and their children. As much as she liked eating out, she was getting a bit tired of ‘restaurant’ food. Additionally, Mistress Holly had reached out to say that she could start adding some of the magical foods grown in her sanctum to her diet. At the moment, that meant a couple endingberries with every meal or snack. She even ate the seeds, flipping their natural…
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Tala’s magesight confirmed that, while power was still flowing from the body of the syphon, it was dead. The threat addressed, she finally had a moment to really take a look at Master Pavrimax, using the mirrored perspective from the base of her skull. The strange Archon—who had inadvertently brought this about—was dripping blood from his myriad small cuts, but even so, his focus was moving towards those he’d saved. While she did examine the odd Archon more closely, she walked forward, intending…
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Tala and Mistress Airim stood in silence for a long minute before Tala cleared her throat. “You know, I am not a reality Mage.” The Constructionist frowned. “Of course you aren’t, Mistress. Reality and void magic don’t really mix. Well,”—she laughed self-deprecatingly—"reality and “Then, what did you mean?” “I meant, why have you exposed yourself to the powers of reality?” “I didn’t really have a choice.” Tala didn’t elaborate. Part of her wanted to, but anything short…
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Even though Tala didn’t need much sleep in general, she slept long and hard that night. The talk with Lyn had been relieving, but also particularly emotionally draining at the same time. She finally awoke when the sun was well over the horizon of her sanctum, showing that it was midmorning, practically halfway to noon. She didn’t fade into wakefulness, instead coming fully to consciousness in an instant. Tala found herself staring up at her ceiling, the light falling gently on the side of her face…
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Tala stepped out of Master Simon and Mistress Petra’s modest house. It stood near the center of an affluent, residential block. It seemed to be a great home in which to raise children. She was rather pleased with how the evening had gone, if she were being honest. They were a sweet family, and while Tala would prefer no one, she needed help. The next best would be one, or at most two people, but it would be difficult to truly find people who would be so unattached. She glanced back towards the house…
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Tala stood, and Mistress Holly gestured. There was a ripple of dimensional magic, and the chairs and table that they had been sitting at vanished. It was time for the more extensive testing. Tala glanced to Terry who was still curled up in the corner. “Do you want to wait this out in my sanctum, or out here? I’m not sure I’ll be able to let you in during the middle of the tests.” Terry lifted his head, regarding her. Finally, he huffed out a reluctant squawk. A moment later, he’d flickered up…
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Tala and Mistress Holly entered into the back room of the workshop and sat down at a not-usually-present set of table and chairs. The table held steaming tea, ready and waiting. The tea was one that Tala couldn’t quite place, but it went down smoothly, and she felt herself relax as the warmth spread through her. “Now, Mistress Tala. We will be doing basically all the tests we did in preparation for your Refining, so that we can compare the results as a way to measure your body’s recovery and…
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Tala couldn’t remember when this unending torment had started, and she had trouble remembering anything outside of the ongoing agony. She definitely knew that she should know what was happening. She also somehow knew that she probably shouldn’t be able to feel anything at all at the moment. Even so, she could. - Tala ignored the buzzing sound that sometimes came into her mind. There was a solidity to her, which hadn’t existed before, at least not in her memory. A support structure had been…
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