Jennifer Jones
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Tala stood, before releasing Jevin’s hand and stepping away to gain a bit of room. She then gave Jevin a half bow in thanks for his help standing up. Carefully, she took Flow into a proper grip and reached out to her soul-bound weapon with her will. Exactly as she’d expected, there was now another path for power within the magical matrix of the item. Tala forged a void-channel as large as she could manage and connected to the new path. Flow shifted in her grip, consuming power like a desert drank…-
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Tala and Rane were both drenched in sweat, by the time they’d fought a few bouts. The winner was never in question; Rane still greatly outclassed Tala in terms of both skill and experience, and her strength, speed, and enhanced perception just weren’t enough to close that gap. When afternoon was nearing its end, Tala called a halt. “I need to drop through the Constructionist Guild for an item melding.” “Oh? Can I accompany you? I still do have some things I’d like to discuss now that…
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Tala found herself glorying in the new-dawning sun’s light, a self-satisfied smile resting comfortably on her face. Tala didn’t let that weigh her down, however. She was giddy with excitement, despite her soul-deep fatigue. It had taken a Something about mornings tickled the back of her mind, but she ignored it for the moment. The air was chillier up here than she really realized, and as she began to shift, her body felt stiff and cold. Groaning with the effort, she went through a stretching and…
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Tala had gotten the ball rolling on her business with the Constructionists’ and Culinary Guilds. It was time to handle some long-term items; she needed to delve into Fusing. She knew that task was before her, a hurdle that she needed to overcome, but she hadn’t given it the attention it deserved. Towards that end, she’d decided to climb to the top of Makinaven, in search of a quiet place to meditate and contemplate the potential paths before her. She was well on her way when she was startled out…
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Tala left the Constructionist Guild feeling conflicted. Jevin had helped her, but he was…odd. She would be meeting up with him the following day to meld Flow with the glaive, but she wasn’t sure that she wanted to see him after that. An old proverb came to mind: ‘ Tala decided to walk down the spiral to let herself have some time to contemplate. The trip down the 6 o’clock spiral was uneventful, and she found the ‘Up’ pedestrian ladder without issue. A short climb brought her to 12…
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Tala bade goodbye to the three Refined and followed Jevin down a short hallway to a large workshop, deeper in the tree. Terry remained on her shoulder, content to play at sleep. She couldn’t begin to understand what half of the tools were in the space, and the partially completed projects might as well have been arcane spell-forms for all the sense they made to her eyes. There were weapons and parts of weapons; mechanical constructs, partially or wholly inscribed; bottles filled with glowing liquids;…
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Tala stepped into the Constructionist Guild. It was still odd to her, being inside spaces so vastly composed of wood. It changed the feel of a place, the way sound moved through it, how it was lit. Her mage-sight picked up the now familiar scan from the Guild’s doorway, and a harsh, blaring noise sounded from deep within the building. The world seemed to stutter, and there were suddenly three people standing around her, forming an equilateral triangle with her in the dead center. Magic flowed between…
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Tala thoroughly enjoyed her morning exercise, nestled in one of the lower branches of Makinaven’s great tree, even if it was after noon. Tala was even able to find a nice level nook, off to one side, where she could open Kit in a secure manner and quickly cleanse herself of the sweat she’d built up. Terry perched beside Kit protectively while she was inside. That wasn’t a terrifying thought. Not at all. But that was down the road a bit. Other things were jostling around in her head, demanding…
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Tala licked her fingers clean of the last of the massive spread of food that Mistress Odera had brought for her. Even so, Tala really hadn’t registered what any of it was. No, that wasn’t fair. In her memory, the food had been good, but Tala hadn’t taken the time to savor it as she ate. Tala’s stomach gurgled. “Seriously?” She looked down at her own abdomen. Mistress Odera smiled. “We should go get some lunch.” She’d stopped eating hours earlier. “I also believe that I’ve kept…
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Tala sat in the inscribing chair for what felt like hours, Terry asleep in her lap. Thankfully, with Holly’s needles, and the pane of inscribed glass to allow Hawthorne to see where he was working in detail, she didn’t need to even roll up her sleeve. “The fact that most of your inscriptions are intact makes this so much easier.” Hawthorne leaned back, stretching his back. “What do you mean?” “Well, with all the inscriptions already there, my scripts here,” he tapped the piece of clear…
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