Jennifer Smith
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Lone sighed when he opened his eyes only to find himself in the mysterious urd again. "You know, you could at least bring me to a room or something when you force me here instead of in the middle of the road." Darkness chuckled as it took the form of Breena. "What would be the point? You hardly stay for long. Besides, guests who don't take off their shoes when I invite them in my house get the short end of the stick, I'm afraid." "Oh, of course. How rude of me," Lone answered with a roll of the eyes.…-
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"How has Kyuubi been?" Lone asked Breena to cure the growing silence between them as they ate dinner. Carefully nibbling on her food, Breena answered, "Um, good? She's very soft... and, em, nice? She's a lot more docile than most pets." The man wasn't always an abusive sack of shit. He was actually a decent person until his company started collapsing around him. Slowly, blow after blow had worn down his father's mind to the point of abusing his own son and later killing himself. Of course, this…
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Lone smiled softly as he rest a palm atop Sophie's cocoon. "Only a few more weeks... Goodnight, Soph, Sophie," he whispered before unsummoning her. Lone looked around at their bedroom in the Rusty Sprocket and sighed. "It's lonely in here without Soph, Sophie or Kyuubi..." He had given the sleepy little fox to Breena for the evening and planned to continue doing so since she seemed to like her. Kyuubi didn't really care who handled her so long as she was fed and well-groomed while being given just…
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"I... I did it," Lone said in awe to Wilbur. "I actually did it." The old wrinkled dwarf stood over Lone and carefully examed the small pipe-covered gear he had just created. "When you said you thought you could do it first try, ah half expect ah'd be pullin' ye out of a self-made explosion." A grin peeked out from under his lengthy and pure-white beard. "Well, done, boy. Ye're now officially a steamforger. Well, ye'll never Straight after giving his report to the guild, Lone had dropped Breena…
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"To start from the beginning," Lone said, "my group and I felt we should try to do a more adventure-oriented quest for the first time since arriving here in Krieg Moor." The elderly dwarf nodded. "That makes sense and matches our records. You took up a quest as an apprentice to Steamforger Wilbur, aye? And she's an assistant to that elven tailor on Industrial Street along with the one mentioned in the report that's in a 'cocoon of roots'." Lone smiled wryly. "That's correct." "I see," the guild…
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No more than a few paces away from Lone was a perfect copy of himself just standing there with his arms crossed grinning away like a Cheshire cat. This other Lone had deep purple hair, eyes, and tails, all that seemed to be darker than even the darkest of blacks, oddly enough. Lone had no idea what was going on. He'd just closed his eyes in hopes to get some rest after a long set of days and now he appeared to be in an unfamiliar set of ruins in the Farwinds with a distorted clone of himself staring…
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"I was sure the next time I'd see you, Wilbur, it'd be at your eulogy," a young woman with small, rounded and grey rabbit ears said sharply before fully opening the door to her home. She pushed up her glasses and glanced at Lone strangely. "Odd company you're keeping during your final days." Wilbur waved dismissively as he grunted, "He's my new assistant. Lone, meet Rella the Pygmy Rabbitkin. Rella, meet Lone the Golden Foxkin." "A pleasure," Lone said with a charming smile. "Primals you're…
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When the artificial sun was done rising just so happened to be when Lone noticed he wasn't gaining any more levels in Darkness Corruption Resistance. He used his hand not feeding energy to Sophie's cocoon to check his shoulder wound and, lo and behold, it was entirely gone. "That took far, far too long," Lone commented. Considering how utterly broken his Basic Regeneration was, the amount of time it had taken for the wound to heal deeply worried him. He looked out of the open window in their…
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Breena was scared. However, as terrified as she was, she has no choice but to suppress her fears as she tried her hardest to match her pace with Master Lone's. He was running incredibly quickly through the Farwinds and she had to wonder if he was even trying to make his movements matchable. The last thing Breena wanted right now was to be left alone here where she could be attacked by monsters or, Primals forbid, get approached by a group of travelling dwarves. She knew Master Lone was in distress…
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The night passed peacefully. Lone was happy to learn that Four-twelve's steamforged devices worked perfectly. Not a single Darkness Spawn had approached his companions as they slept with him watching over them. Lone was feeling a little bit tired but it wasn't anything new to him so he soldiered on as the group shared breakfast and a few more stories. Not long after they packed up most of their gear and continued their journey, only leaving behind what they would need for the return trip. Half a day…
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