Linda Moore
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It was good news, but Orodan was still slightly disappointed that there were no further pursuers, assassination attempts or bounty hunters that attempted to hound him during his thirty minutes of travel to Ranmere’s Folly, near the western border of the Republic. Of course, assassins and bounty hunters were a little futile against someone who could kill an Avatar and send a nation’s army running. But, he supposed expecting some poor assassin to try and kill him would just be cruel. The only reason it…-
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Like that, thirty loops had passed. It was the equivalent of twenty days of continuous work. His skills had grown in some ways, and he understandably faced bottlenecks in others. Eternal Soul Reactor and Soul Manipulation remained stuck at level 89. Allowing the outer layer of his soul to be completely destroyed and then reforming it was decent training, but it took more than that to cross the difficult gap leading to the Master level. He would need to make an insightful breakthrough at such a high level…
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The next three loops were spent getting his Cleaning skill up high enough to do everything in a timely manner. Orodan could now clean his hovel in thirty minutes, and Mister Heatherswith’s house in another thirty. His Cleaning had gone from 54 to 56 across those three loops. His Maintenance had also gone from 23 to 27 from smoothing out the dirt roads. Additionally, the warehouse was completed in an hour instead of two. Partially due to familiarity, and partially due to the three levels he gained in…
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What was talent? Orodan had this conversation with his first mentor Adeltaj Simarji long ago. There were two types of talent. The first was a natural affinity towards something, the ability to grasp it quickly or being possessed of heightened proclivity for it. The other was working hard enough, straining beyond belief to where one’s efforts and hard work was a talent of its own. But what if one possessed both sorts of talent for a single thing? Orodan could be said to have both in the art of martial…
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The drawer in his kitchen still contained all his old cleaning supplies. Most important of which, was the familiar dirty rag he used to dust his home. Orodan had missed this. He never thought he’d enjoy cleaning so much, but here he was, giving validation to everyone who’d made fun of him in his first life for having a Cleaning related title. The dirty rag was used to methodically and studiously wipe down all the surfaces and countertops, ridding them of dust. His bedside table was wiped down, his…
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Orodan rubbed his empty ring finger. He decided to leave his female book companion behind since he’d be fighting an Avatar. He wanted to respect her wishes to keep her away from Gods and felt it was better safe than sorry. He could retrieve her afterwards. “So you really intend to stand against the power of an Avatar?” Akelrim asked. “They aren’t as strong as you think. I saw one get bullied rather harshly before the Tournament,” Orodan replied, thinking of how Kultuanir the Frozen Instant…
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“You’ll be up against that chronomancer again in the next round,” Orodan said. “Have any strategies in mind?” “I have something I’ve been thinking about, but I don’t know if it’ll work,” Mahari replied as she got up and made way for the fighters’ area. “I’m just happy to have gotten this far as a first year. Wish me luck.” Orodan hummed in acknowledgement. Mahari would be fighting Kastirya Asonueva, the same fourth year chronomancer who beat her in the qualifier matches at…
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“Never have I met someone with such incredible focus, and yet such abysmal affinity for learning magic,” the mage remarked. “It would take you at least a few years to learn even the most basic skills of the school of spatiomancy.” That wasn’t exactly what he wanted to hear. But by now Orodan had started to accept that despite his work ethic he was probably one of the most untalented students of magic to ever exist. If a Grandmaster space mage was telling him he’d never seen such poor…
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Bluefire didn’t have a particular headmaster at the top who oversaw the entire academy. In true Republican fashion, things were run by a council of the headmasters and headmistresses from each school, and even then only the ones who cared to participate were present. Thus Orodan found himself sitting in front of a group of elderly Grandmasters of various disciplines. Some combat specialists, some non-combatants. “We truly appreciate you agreeing to this meeting Mister Wainwright. You’re a…
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“This tea is “It’s a small sample of what the elven continent has to offer.” Orodan meant it too. The tea was absolutely fantastic. It had an inexplicably sharp flavor of the forest, but not the dirty parts like worms, soil and roots. It was as though the flowers and berries came alive with each sip. Perhaps he should have had tea with Osolon Velrayn sooner. The headmaster of the school of woodworking was an excellent host, and quite the knowledgeable character to talk to. It was an hour…
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