John Davis
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The big question was: Where would the Free Hive hide a stash of stolen combat cars? Arthur had a pretty good guess. It would have to be a place that was fairly inaccessible to the hive civilians and yet reachable by the council. A place nowhere else would go, and unlikely to have someone stumble upon it. Most importantly, it would have to be somewhere protected. Arthur would bet money – and indeed he was about to bet his safety – that this location would be either in or near the underground prison…-
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Sometimes, the abilities of cards created from shards were a complete mystery. At other times, they fit so perfectly that it was almost eerie. This combat card was of the latter variety. Hey Man, Nice (Metal) Shot Combat Rare This card grants its wielder a ballistic-telekinetic affinity to metal objects less than one centimeter in all dimensions. The wielder will have fine control of this object within one inch of their body. When charged with mana, these objects may be released and shot out at high…
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From hints dropped during dragon care lectures at Wolf Moon Hive, dragons of different ranks tended to mature at different speeds. Commons and Uncommons were the fastest, with Rares reaching full adulthood slower. The average for young adulthood was six months, which was why that was used as the benchmark for graduation. It stood to reason that Legendary ranked dragons matured even slower. Brixaby was likely the equivalent of a teenager and was testing his boundaries. At least, that was what Arthur told…
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Brixaby flew on with his new stealth class fully activated. He was all but invisible to other dragons and people. But that meant...he was all but invisible to other dragons and people. "Watch where you're going," he growled, having to rely on his flying ability to quickly take him out of the path of a brown dragon. The big, lumbering brown dragon who had almost plowed right into him mid-air flinched in surprise and looked around. After a labored moment, the brown dragon finally settled his gaze on…
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From the day of his hatching, Brixaby knew he had chosen his rider wisely. After all, the most Legendary card users, the best and the brightest, had all competed for his attention. But they had to earn it; weathering a scourge eruption and surviving a series of brutal duels, all for the privilege of approaching his egg first. Naturally, Brixaby had chosen the very best among them. Due to his lack of combat cards, Arthur wasn’t the traditional choice. However, his potential was exponential. And now, so…
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Arthur awoke, groggy and disoriented. Something felt wrong. Why was he sitting slumped in this chair? And what was that awful smell? "Are you awake now?" Flossy asked. Arthur blinked, the world snapping back into focus. A smell as sharp as dragon urine made him recoil. As he did, he realized that the older woman was standing right in front of him, holding something under his nose. A small vial. Smelling salts? "What happened?" he muttered "You had a seizure," she replied matter-of-factly. Then, as if…
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Arthur didn't pay strict attention during the rest of the visit, stunned and horrified by his revelations. The former assassin had retreated to his corner, huddling with his knees drawn up to his chest, rocking back and forth. Brixaby, meanwhile, stared at Arthur as though trying to bore a hole through his head. It was clear he had reached the same conclusions. In the meantime, Chablis hinted again that the assassin would be more reasonable — Read: sane — if he were given one of his cards…
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Brixaby must have truly been feeling better because, as Arthur seated himself on Ghost, Brixaby landed on Arthur’s shoulders, twined a tail around the back of his neck, and complained that he was hungry. "How long has it been since you've eaten?" Arthur asked. Brixaby thought for a moment. "What counts? The last time my body ate... or the time my mind spent in Personal Space?" That was a good question. Arthur had no idea. So, instead of answering, Arthur took out one of the grilled peppers stuffed…
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Arthur had flown on the backs of dragons numerous times, and he had learned that each was a new experience. The purples — of which Brixaby was one despite his dark scales — had four wings, all turned back so that they could rapidly beat the air. Some of the smaller Blue dragons also shared this feature. Tamya’s dragon, Len, was one with two regular-type wings. However, the rest of the colors tended to have different body build, wing shapes, and wing beat tempo, which made formation flying…
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The woman, who briefly introduced herself as Flossie, practically dragged Arthur out of the cave. Then she switched tactics and pushed him towards the entrance of another one about twenty feet away. This cave seemed to serve as her personal office or perhaps her home, as Arthur noticed a cot tucked away at the very back. It was, however, surrounded by jars filled with herbs, their lids tightly sealed—so tightly that he couldn’t smell anything from them. Most of the space—shelving, counters, and a…
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