Jennifer Jones
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Tala watched Rane slowly stir. She sat in a meditative position, having just finished looking through herself with her mage-sight. Thankfully, her scripts had cleaned up all the damage and contamination within her body. Tala really needed to thank Holly, once again, for the beautifully designed scripts. Rane groaned and pushed himself up. “Water.” His voice came out in a harsh croak. Tala slid a waterskin to him. “Thanks.” He guzzled down the whole thing before wiping his mouth with the back of…-
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Tala’s head was thrown back as she downed her fifth cup of coffee. “That really isn’t healthy for you.” Tala set down her mug, giving Mistress Odera a long look. “I was up ‘til after midnight.” “Would you be drinking less, if you’d gone to bed earlier?” Tala didn’t respond, instead simply refilling her mug as she munched on a few pieces of bacon. Out of the corner of her eye, Tala saw Terry flicker briefly, and the pile of sausages was a few links shorter. She grinned but didn’t…
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Tala stood up as Rane entered their training room. Rane pulled to a stop, seemingly not having expected to find her here. She grinned. “So…? Can I see Force? Were there any changes?” After another moment’s hesitation, Rane grinned. “You spoiled the big reveal I was planning.” She shrugged. “Sorry, but I want to see it.” He snorted a laugh and pulled out his sword. There were, indeed, changes. If someone had taken the large weapon, shattered it, and rebuilt it with liquid sapphire to…
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Tala quickly swept her rest spot, tucking the couple of odds and ends that she’d left out, away into Kit. “Terry.” Terry was already beside her, sized for riding. Tala wanted to go, investigate the Leshkin, and slay what she found. In her mind, the juggernauts loomed large, exuding terror. That fear made her want to charge towards the unknown Leshkin, to prove that she wasn’t afraid with each slain member of their cursed race. Tala growled, clipping her anchor to Terry’s collar and…
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Tala lay, sprawled out atop the heaving back of a massive bear as its breathing slowed and finally stopped. She jerked Flow out of the carcass. letting it shift from its glaive form back to that of a knife. Tala tried to ignore the wet slurping sounds as Terry flickered around the clearing, devouring the mangled, blood-marinated bodies of the fallen. She groaned and started stretching on the tangled hair of the great beast below her. As the bodies disappeared one by one, the thrashed, soaking ground…
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Tala leaned on the balcony, beside their training room, the midnight-sky stunningly beautiful overhead. Her stomach was pleasantly full after the feast she and Rane had shared. Her cheeks had echoes of soreness, despite her scripts. She couldn’t remember having ever laughed so much at anything. It had been a magnificent farce. Rane had dropped her off at the training room and headed up to his rooms in the upper reaches of Makinaven, leaving her alone with her thoughts. Terry hadn’t paid much…
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Tala hesitated. She and Rane had each just finished up their weapon’s form and were getting ready to depart, but something was eating at her. With a sigh, Tala turned to Rane. “I still need to thoroughly test these…” Tala lifted her arms, indicating the bracers that she’d dutifully put back on after every self-cleansing. “Ready to tell me why you haven’t practiced with the tether so far?” “I only just finished reading the booklet on the items this morning.” He waited. Tala looked…
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The day after she’d gotten the dimensional tether, Tala sat cross-legged, deep in a meditative state when the world trembled around her. Her mage-sight screamed a warning. Her eyes snapped over, and with a thought, Flow was in her hand in the form of a sword. She was sweeping it outward before her mind processed what she was seeing. First, her mage-sight registered the aura: Reforged. The being before her was filled with a perfectly controlled, deep blue aura, clearly a bit more purple than true blue.…
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Tala and Terry made good time to the Culinary Guild. The assistant on duty was obviously a bit uncomfortable with Tala’s arrival, but he’d apparently been advised to expect her. Atrela came out to greet her in short order, leading Tala down a side hallway into a spacious pantry. The four walls were covered, floor to ceiling, in shelving. A counter ran the circumference in front of the upper shelves, and above the lower. That counter was only broken by the single door in and out. A large work-surface…
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Tala growled as she threw three tungsten balls, followed closely by Flow in the form of her glaive. None struck its intended target, and the backstop she and Rane had set up was now slowly toppling away from her, despite the bracing they’d added. Of the six, evenly spaced targets, three had been struck, but not in the center and not the ones she’d been aiming for. “Hey! That’s much better.” Tala glared at Rane. The man was moving through one of his forms but had enough attention to spare to…
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