John Wilson
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As Shavril continued speaking, Lucius could hear an army of footsteps coming from the corridor just outside. Initially, he had been on guard, but his earth sense made him aware that the approaching army was not much of a threat. In fact, from the readings he was getting, he could tell that they were primarily the common folk of this den. ~I see, so he called them in for insurance, huh? In case I lash out at him like last time,~ Lucius realized rather quickly. In all honesty, he felt Shavril was a…-
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"I need you to teach everyone," Lucius said after some thought. Sherlin stared at him with a blank expression, as if he could not understand the words he had just heard coming out of Lucius's mouth. "I understand you want to keep the information for yourself, but this Alphabet is useless if only me and you know how to use it," Lucius explained. "If you want to pay me back, I need you to teach the other pundits... no, anyone you think can learn this fast enough. And in exchange for the knowledge,…
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Proxy Connection Failed! After all, the cart was way too large to descend with using a mere rope. That and the warriors had grown complacent, what with there being a mage in their presence. With a sigh, Lucius used Elmando to convert parts of the cart into ropes with very dense nail-like tips. Of course, regardless of how dense he wanted them to be, his level of mastery in Elmando simply would not allow for them to be able to pierce through rock easily, so descending would still be a challenge. He…
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"A wild guess. Though I can't imagine these spears being that useful during hunts," Lucius commented, as the group began moving to the entrance. "You're right, for larger prey, we often resort to using our 'nature's blessing'. We mostly use these for hunting smaller prey, like boars," Avankor replied after some thought. ~The issue with these spears isn't that their tip is made from bone, it's that whoever made them clearly didn't care for their longevity,~ Lucius thought to himself as he side-eyed…
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"Hmm..." Lucius whispered to himself, trying to recall exactly what they were, or better yet what he wanted them to be in this story. "A samurai is a great warrior... a protector. They live their lives according to a set of principles called the Bushido code... the way of the warrior. They are more than just fighters, they are noble even in their way of life," Lucius said after some thought. Apart from the few times he had seen them on television, he couldn't quite remember what exactly their deal…
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"You are yet to choose the warriors you requested for the trade," Avankor replied. Lucius paused for a moment, before standing up. "Bring me any that are willing, and take half for you and your people," he replied after some thought, before starting with his morning training routine. Avankor watched him for a moment, before leaving the room. After some time, he returned with 9 male Zeldraves -made apparent by their orange skin color- and a single female -who he recognized as Trel. By this time…
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The shadows in the room began to quiver, with every moment of silence that passed they grew more and more restless, slowly inching their way toward Lucius. "Havon, please calm down. He's still alive," Avankor explained, however, his mystic mantle was already on. What Lucius was seeing was enough to throw anyone into a state of despair, never mind someone with a mental state as damaged as his. "How?" Lucius asked, trying to calm himself down a little. This did nothing but cause the shadows in the…
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"We greet you, Havon," the warriors said after. Lucius, however, was too out of breath to give a reply and instead lifted his hand in kind gesture. "Warriors, please take this into the den," Avankor ordered after, pointing towards the cart. The chief jumped off it, and exchange pleasantries with the warriors before all of them grabbed onto it and pushed it into the river. Its weight along with the push Avankor was giving it from behind was enough to push it under. Luckily there wasn't much air…
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From the information he had collected, he came to understand that the pseudo-cores were nothing but an image, more of an illusion than an actual functioning core. He was uncertain why the necromancer would do that, but at least he understood the creatures this much more. After he was done confirming this conclusion with the remaining undead, he began turning their remains into pulp, to make them easier to hide away. However as he was doing that, he heard something move behind him. He swung around,…
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And just as expected, the burning effect from the decay no longer affected him. ~So it was really just a type of poison?~ he thought to himself, before increasing his speed. He had been moving at a slightly slower pace so that his crux could have time to purge the path ahead. However, he wasn't limited by such things anymore. By the time he caught up to Avankor, he found him fending off 30 dark figures. And as anyone would've expected, he was being mauled down, even with the protection of his mystic…
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