John Brown
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“Sneak. Sneak. Sneak,” Heather said as Frank rolled his eyes. For the past two days, the woman had been practicing being a rogue and was nearly constantly invisible. Now she was playing with him by whispering the word sneak whenever she was nearby, causing him to wonder if rogue was a good choice. “You do remember I can still see you,” Frank replied as they turned to stare into her eyes as she hung from the ceiling. “You wanted me to embrace the world and what it had to offer,” Heather…-
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“Why aren’t you working on the mount?” Umtha asked as she looked around the busy workshop. Dozens of her goblin engineers assisted Legeis with several projects, but it didn't seem to be the promised mount. Legeis was tired of answering that question and didn't want to explain it again. He was more concerned with finding a way to uncover Heather's polymorph effect and gain some answers. He knew Heather was putting on a brave face, focusing on her new city and the relationship with Quinny and Breanne.…
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Heather's brilliant plan paid off as Umtha led them to the plant with ease. It took a little time to walk to it as it grew on the stony hills at the base of the mountains. It looked a bit like holly with a much longer leaf and a striking silver tint. The plants were sparse, but Heather had no trouble singing to them, and as expected, the plants began to grow. Minutes later, the slope was covered with them, and they began to pluck hand fulls to stuff in bags. They took the haul back to the guild and threw…
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Heather crept forward with dagger in hand, waiting to strike. A toad, the size of a large pumpkin, stood unaware with its back to her as death approached. Every step had to be placed carefully as she crossed the muddy ground. She finally got into range and activated her dash ability screaming a war cry as she rushed in. The toad looked back as the dagger came rushing down and suddenly spit in her face. “Arrrgh! Gross!” Heather yelled and danced back, waving her arms. “I told you they could defend…
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Frank leaned on the balcony railing as the night sky twinkled over the graveyard. His mind was a storm of mixed emotions, from fear to absolute joy. Behind him were four women soundly asleep in bed, with only Webster's squeaky snores to break the silence. Heather, Breanne, Quinny, and Umtha were side by side, sharing pillows as they slept in the cool night air. He couldn't believe it had come to this, and yet he prayed it never ended. How had he gone from the man not interested in women to the one with a…
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Frank and Breanne stood in a market square as he added some fanciful trees to a small garden area. The city was almost complete, and players had started coming to his graveyard. The addition of an NPC at the bridge encouraging players to explore the lower tunnels had done wonders. Now players were working hard to find the entrances to these tunnels and plumb the depths. Of course, it helped that the NPC provided players with a rumor that a great treasure was hidden in the depths. He wanted to be there to…
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“Why are we doing this?” Umtha asked as she and Heather looked through a narrow crack in a mausoleum. “Because it's fun,” Heather replied as she watched some of the first players to reach the graveyard kill a few skeletons. A dozen players had arrived in the last couple of days, tentatively exploring the edge of the graveyard. Many were careful about wading too far in and used the bridge as a safe haven to pull monsters to them. “It looks like they are going to pull from the bridge again,”…
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Heather tensed as she looked across the table at the people she had left behind weeks ago. Lydia smiled curtly as if amused by their meeting again, but Frank wasn't at all happy. “What are you doing here?” he demanded and went right to the side of the table. He leaned on it and glared at the three intruders to ensure they knew he wasn’t happy to see them. “Your hostility is not warranted,” baron Durmont replied as Frank turned his gaze on the man. “None of you are welcome here,” Frank said…
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“Why are you so tense?” Heather asked as she rubbed Frank's shoulders. He sat on a bench in his human form, looking into the park, trying to make sense of how quickly things changed. Hours ago, they had gone swimming, and he found himself in a situation he was not prepared for. Still, Heather was proud of him for warming up to the occasion and eventually joining them in the water. He even took his ghoul form so he could throw them into the air to splash into the water, playing like they were all one…
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Heather slammed the book closed and rubbed her tired eyes. She had been reading for hours, searching for some clue as to how the necrofidiax was made. She was also hoping to glean something about why her experiments to blend necromancy with technomancy were failing. Unfortunately, all she had found thus far was a hint that undead spirits could be used to animate alternate objects but no information about how. “This is boring,” Heather groaned, waking Webster from a nap on the couch nearby. He yawned…
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