Matthew Jones
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The Giant tree walked off as soon as the sun began to come up. I barely got the chance to talk more or see more of it's outline properly. The moon still stood in the sky even as the sun came up, but I suppose that might be a result of some supernatural shenanigans taking place here. The Giant tree left with the little ones as it called them, but made sure to leave the bloated pod plants and the excessively grown out grass. Perhaps as a reminder of the promise I've hastily made to it. But regardless, the…-
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It's more of a surprise to me the voice the Giant tree creature uses than the fact that it speaks at all. The sound I hear are of several voices in a loud, resounding chorus, all of them beautiful things that cause the surrounding grass life to shiver and grow. Even the ones squashed beneath my butt struggle to stand upright, I can clearly feel them squirming and shifting, and see them growing from underneath me. I give them the space they need and sit on a rock instead. The giant tree creature does not…
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While my hunch was simply that, a hunch, it seemed the forest and the monsters within it planned to comply with my gut feeling. All except for one…or two, or are they three. Looking at them I can't be sure what exactly they are. Late into the night, a few sleepy hours after I retreated into the tent to have a well-deserved nap while the men patrolled and kept watch in shifts. A man blew on the alert, waking up several of his brethren and Juri himself to decipher what exactly approached our camp. In…
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The tree creature is slowly coming to the realization that it's meagre attacks will have no effect against my Bone Shield. To that effect, it switches tactics, going from needles to a single, long and undoubtably sharp blade made out of its wooden body. It's a conundrum to think wood as sharp but I know better than to doubt magic at this point. The creature launches at me and I prepare, mana set and ready, my feet dug into the ground and my balance centred, ready for impact. And impact I get. The tree…
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As per my order, Panda twirls the newly acquired blade and bursts into action. Very well skipping over the line of men still confused at what's happening my beast springs into combat with whatever that thing is that's controlling the bushes. And I watch, eager to learn what exactly this thing is as well as discover the capabilities of my beast. Panda covers the distance within seconds and with the skill of a berserker pulls back an arm to cut down the tree being. His attack never lands however. The…
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My Beast cannot speak. It moans and groans, growls and even howls. But it doesn't speak. Well, not that I expected it to. My beast is not a creature of intelligence, but it far greatly surpasses its predecessors in that aspect. Intelligence. I test it out a few more times, asking it to jump, stand on one leg, carry me and even retrieve the dagger after I threw it. It passed all tests with flying colours. The best part being that I don't even have to maintain its state, another one up on its Ghoul…
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I'm quite nervous actually. Not because of anything…normal, but rather because of my expectations for the ritual. I watch in lost silence as Anselm strikes the stumbling Werebear with steady strikes at its newly attached feet and envelopes it is ice, effectively freezing the growling, howling creature in place. With Juri's unwavering discipline he managed to get more than half of the injured men healed, now many of them are either patrolling a set perimeter or paying close, unnerving attention to…
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The two stranded, disabled and isolated Werebears still defied their ugly fate. Despite no longer having feet they dragged their bodies a great distance, roaring and growling all the way no doubt. To their credit, they made it pretty close to where the main action of the battle was taking place, any closer and they would have probably fallen victim to Shaco's indiscriminate use of my spells. Out of reach of their claw swipes and gnashing teeth I tilt my head as I stare down at the two, a single question…
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"There haven't been any casualties, Milord." Juri says after aggressively clearing his throat at the soldier who unwittingly interrupted him. "That's perfect!" I clap, genuinely surprised. But then he has a look on his face that says there's more. "Oh, what is it Juri?" Again, he clears his throat, avoiding my gaze a bit, "Well, while there haven't been any losses, there have been several…injuries." At this I facepalm. Of course, there would be, what was I thinking! "How bad and how many?" "Well,…
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The shock at the sight sends me reeling in and out of stupor in confusion. Fortunately for me, however, I've still got Death Grip activated. Without pause to think any further than the giant beast hurtling towards me I unleash the dozen palms of Necrotic death. The green tendrils fly out to grip the charging Werebear's fur. But I've made a vital mistake. I've underestimated the Werebear's speed. The beast roars and ducks under the incoming danger of green, plentiful hands of death but does not stop its…
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