Linda Moore
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Since surviving the fire beam wasn’t an issue anymore, there was now new ground to gain in this fight. The nine-hundred and nintieth loop began with Orodan’s customary Surprise Attack and Power Strike on the very first hapless Adept he had slaughtered nearly a thousand times by now in a practiced routine. The woman was split right in half and Orodan immediately managed to slaughter three non-Adept guards before the Buximus and the weaker spear-Adept engaged him in melee with Sagatos flinging…-
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There was a popular folk tale about a poor miner who while wandering the mountains found a motherlode of precious star-metal. Unfortunately, his Mining skill was too low to ever harvest it. Determined to raise his skill to the point that he could, he started mining the very mountains themselves. One after another, he chipped away day in and day out at the foot of the massive mountains that made up the range. And as entire mountains started to fall due to his growing talents, he one day turned around and…
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Desertion was Who even knew where that thing came from? All Orodan could be certain of was that the Novarrian Empire couldn’t have built it. As for Orodan, he was enjoying his self-granted day off of work in this loop in the nearby town of Loviaston, an hour’s Sprint away, where he was sitting at a table in a coffee shop. Across the street from said coffee shop was a warehouse with the banner of a flower and shield flying atop it. The banner of noble House Argon, traitors to the Republic and future…
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Orodan wouldn’t be caught unaware this time. Yes, he was up against an archer a whole tier above him, but he wasn’t the type to care one bit about that. He exited the Temple with his sword and shield drawn and just barely saw the great arrow coming in time to put his shield in the way and brace for impact with all the strength he had. The difference between Apprentice and Adept was not only a numerical one, but a qualitative one as well. As one progressed further along the road of mastery each skill…
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A keening wail ringing in the night sky awoke him. Orodan was a light sleeper in general, but the shrill shriek of a harpy, even if distant was enough to wake most people. The bloody birds were a public menace. Living in one of the poorest neighborhoods on the outskirts of the greater capital area didn’t help of course. No archers or battlemages around to shoot the damn things down. Sometimes he found himself wishing the griffin riders would do a fly-over and clean up one day. Worst of all, the stupid…
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