Matthew Jones
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With all said and done, all that was left now was to get to the action. It's been about two or three hours since the sun went down now, and yet there hasn't been even a single squeak or growl from our vulnerable surroundings. Piol has said that there are some days, usually after momentous defeats or breaches, where the monsters would not make an appearance, far too busy digesting their previous haul. But he doesn't believe tonight would be such a night, even though he has confessed to having not seen or…-
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"This! This was your brilliant plan, Asher!" Anselm scolds, something he hasn't done in some time. He isn't the only one that's unhappy with the deal I've brokered, the Mayor and the Warriors long since receded into the village, safe behind their walls. They've even gone as far as to put out the pyres of fire. The Mayor really wants me gone. Juri may not voice it, but the look on his face shows that he's worried, and likely for the same reasons Anselm is putting down. "There may be fifty of them but…
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To be honest I wasn't expecting that to happen, any of that. I really thought I had them good there, but I suppose it's never going to be that easy. The question now is…what now? The people, whether or not beguiled by the short, grumpy Mayor have spoken, and while this may not be a democracy, I'll still need a bit of consent before bulldozing into the village, especially with my entourage of fifty armed and armoured men. I knew I should have just come with Anselm. It's too late to lament the mistakes…
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I never would have expected the clouted and venerated Mayor of Demme to be a man so…short. He's several heads shorter than me, I can see the middle of his grey covered head, and the urge to pat it like he's a kid has not left me since his appearance. Perhaps it's simply because he's old? Yes, it could be that this man was at an average height for a man back in his prime before turning old and getting so short. I struggle not to ask and I don't, instead I put my hand out for him and wear a kindly smile…
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Despite everyone's jittery nerves about the night creatures, we ended up making our way into what Piol says is the relatively safe boundary of the village. I suppose they've had a lot of time to consider all these things; safe zones, routines, signing up. It's very organized from what I can tell. With the receded sun I fear I won't be able to make out the village, but Demme illuminates itself almost as soon as we step within the safe zone. Several feet ahead, past the rather strewn attempts at starting…
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The answer was obvious. Piol and his comrades wouldn't tell me anymore than they've already mistakenly spilled, but from that little alone, I can glean that something fishy is going on in Demme. The three don't seem as downtrodden at being captured as they do at being told they have to go back. If that's not an ominous sign of what I'm headed towards I don't know what is. Since the village is situated a mere hour away now, I figured we travel lightly and take our time, although, this is something both…
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I'm not sure what I was expecting when I announced that I'm the Mayor of the city that put them in such a state of…war. But their reaction is justified, I bet I'd do the same if one of Phien's Gamma's started talking about peace and what not. My horse is spooked by the sudden flaring of weapons and so are the fifty men behind me, swords and pikes are raised, Juri trotting forward with a steely glare placed firmly on the three. "It would do you well to sheath your weapons now." He warns with the…
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When the sun rose and the soldiers broke camp, Juri did his best to pretend like he hadn't heard anything in the previous night that made him hold some suspicions and perhaps even doubts. I'm not sure what the man is thinking, nervously tossing glances at Anselm and I, but I know he's thinking something. It would have been strange if he didn't hear anything or see anything, in fact, with the way some of these soldiers look away from my gaze, I'd bet that quite a few must have heard something out of their…
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It growls, eyes setting firmly in a death gaze at Anselm. "Oh, have you've never met Anselm before, have you?" I chuckle, "Well, here he is, Anselm. I'm sure I've spoken about him once or twice to you." "You have?" Anselm sounds surprised, but I ignore him as Lotar's glowing eyes seem to brighten up. "He has the stank of Frozia." It booms. Without looking I can see the face Anselm has on at the very moment; indignant and insulted. "That's because I am a servant of the Goddess herself, you should know…
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Putting aside the plans and hopes for the future, what stood in front of us was the present and present problems required present problem solving. So, while we travelled all through the first day and camped out at night, I took the opportunity of everyone's slumber to pray to Lotar. The damned Wolf owes me some explanation on several fronts. Most pressing would be the fact that the system was somehow bypassed and I was left fully vulnerable to the illusionary attacks of Serue. Even now I shiver when I…
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