Matthew Jones
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I don't get to finish my spell call as much to my expectation, the rogue Red woman slices through my bone shields. I'm immediately left vulnerable, my front unguarded and ripe for to be split in two by her daggers. However. With a snap of my finger one of the ten souls from earlier springs forth and spreads out in a thin, shining ethereal shield that does far better at withstanding the slashes of my bloodthirsty opponent. I breathe a breath of relief and let myself the luxury of a smile as I raise my…-
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Under the threat of certain death or perhaps, a generous amount of pain, I am caught unawares as the mountain of a man Sator closes the gap between us like he didn't weigh a ton. His fist looms over me and I just have enough time to put my hands up before something pushes me back and far like a rag doll. Groaning in pain, my body having scratched the rough gravel ground I gasp and peer my eyes open to find Anselm lying on me. More interestingly, ahead, quite a distance ahead, Sator stares at the fist he…
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I've gone through extra steps to make sure the elves present aren't harmed as I walk through with my growing undead army leading the way. After an addition of the first hundred the numbers being thrown at me began to dwindle, personally, I'm surprised the Mayor prepared this many people to sacrifice their lives in a fight against me. But now their numbers have begun to dwindle, I think it's more due to the fact that there have been several surrenders and turncoats rather than the Mayor not having more…
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"Hyyyaaah!" With a grunt I plant my mace into the unfortunate skull of one of my enemies. The man has his head instantly squashed and reduced to a paste as my momentum pulls through him unperturbed. My mace, stained with the man's innards slams not for the first time into the wall. The result is a splintering attack of ice shards erupting and impaling all the unfortunate foe close enough to be impaled by the blood crystals. I huff, finally having a small breather to think and check my surroundings after…
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The kickback from the blast knocks me out of Shaco and for a second, I'm worried I just annihilated my newly made familiar as well as a defenceless Kaylin. But then I feel the quiet humming connection that keeps me and my familiar…connected. In hindsight it wasn't quite a brilliant plan to slice down a magically enchanted object that stores mana. But I don't much regret it, Kaylin is free now and at the moment, if they've recovered from what would be at most a concussive blast, Shaco should be well on…
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Watching Kaylin sob profusely through the tinted lenses of my familiar's eyes was absolutely not on the agenda for today. Shaco, as I've deigned to name the fella after one of my more memorable acquaintances from my old life, had slithered his way through all the crawls and crevasse he needed to go through to get my inspiring rallying message to Kaylin down at the dungeons far out of the city. I had wondered why she hadn't busted out yet, for the most part I thought for sure she had some kind of endgame…
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Who summons a full-on elemental just to have it serve as an oversized distraction? The Mayor of Aste, that's who. Several days after my tussle with the man, I'm still pained over the fact that I lost, and my grieving process involves replaying the last minutes of unconsciousness. My hapless surrender to his cold hand squeezing my neck, threatening to snap it with a single, tighten grasp. From a distance he wouldn't seem like the type with large hands but he is. His breath behind my ears, blowing on my…
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I'm seated all by myself now. In the midst of the tall grasses and the painful biting ants that crawl in the dirt. I can feel the wind billowing softly on my skin and the waving scent of the grasses waft through to my nostrils. Everything is serene. Or at least I think so. Currently I'm blind and deaf, unable to see any bit of my surroundings but the trade-off is far better. Yes, far better. Seeing through the eyes and hearing through the ears of my familiar, the snake is boundlessly useful.…
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It's been a while since my thoughts and attention has been brought to this particular spell or rather, ritual. In fact, there are quite a number of spells I have yet to use and quite a number more that I've only used once. I have a good feeling the Mayor will provide bodies to freshen up my skills on said spells. For now though, Anselm and I still search for a snake. For the ritual I have planned I'd need its skull. I'm not especially psyched about having to rip a snake in two and separate its skull…
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"You'd really kill everyone in the city?" The Merchant nods. "Everyone that's our enemy?" "You could handpick the lucky few who survive the reaping, if you so wish." Anselm turns to me, excitement clear in his eyes, "Asher, this is it, this is our solution!" "And all I have to do is swear servitude to the God of Death huh" He nods, like that's the most reasonable thing he's ever heard. "Uh, no." the look of excitement washes off his face like poorly applied makeup and he edges back away from…
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