Matthew Jones
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Reeling from the shocking appearance of the monster Mound, I curse. Had I held onto my mana I would have been quicker to react. But much isn't lost in terms of preparedness as Anselm swoops down at great speed for a devastating strike. The Mound staggers, its face where Anselm hit freezing over. It moans, its head following Anselm's flight path. Not waiting to see what it does next I pull on my mana and activate my spell. "Death Grip." In a burst, dozens of arms snap out of me and latch on to the…-
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Walking through the forest, stepping over roots and vines as well as forgotten and long decayed bodies of monsters and men, my mind drifts off, mulling on the words Jungle had said. As far as trust goes, Anselm is openly weary of the man, probing at him every chance he gets and whispering in my ear about how uncomfortable he feels working with the man. Jungle, to his credit, pretends as though he doesn't notice the blatant mistrust. I assume he is far more concerned with hunting and killing the beast…
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It takes all of my strength not to turn away from the man. Anselm seems to fare a lot better but the truth remains that he is hideously disfigured. The skin of his cheek droops downward like sludge, leaving several little openings into his mouth, I can see his teeth, his tongue through his cheek. He has no eyelids, but with whatever happened to the man I'm sure he is grateful if only to have eyes, although they stare unblinkingly at us. Whatever took his eyelids was sure to take his brows as well, all…
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"Who are you, and what are you doing in this part of the forest?" Several things pass through my mind looking at the person before us. A person of strong body and strong mind no doubt, the fierce bark wood mask hides their identity and the fall of their ragged hair over their chest conceals their gender. But none of that matters much. Certainly not as much as the spear behind them. Although the spear had detonated, blown off the newly born snake head in an inferno I felt even at this distance from it,…
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I think I have a cursed tongue, The moment I let my guard down, the moment I think not even the most basic creature of the forests, a snake, wants to have a piece of me... I'm attacked by a ridiculously massive one. The moment Anselm and I noticed the lumbering beast hiding within the thick shrubbery, it struck at us with a great, thirsting hunger. And even now it chases us. "Uh...How the hell are we going to get rid of that thing!" Anselm yells over the hissing and crashing sounds of the giant snake…
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My journey to Demme's forests from the frigid plains of Frozia took shorter than I would have expected had things not been falling just into the right places for me of recent. After hearing of our newest need for buyers from the South as well as all the consideration I put in in regards to Ioina and its people, I travelled to Demme to train within the monster infested forest that surrounds it. I didn't travel alone however. While it's generally a pleasant idea to have Alric, the Mayor of Demme, lying…
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The deal struck is pretty simple really. The Necromancer has made a great majority of the March, the county that soley belongs to the Marquess, his own. Although there are many parts of the thing missing, parts that should have been taken care of long, long ago. Parts like Demme, Carbina, Arak and Ioina I hear is stuck inbetween. What matters is that they are less likely to provide the Necromancer with fodder for his army. This means we can count on them having at the least, four-hundred less men than…
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The Marquess has little choice but to reveal herself as I wear my smirk. Once again she's wearing beautiful clothing but it may as well be worthless compared to the stiff, itchy fabric I have on my back now. And why would such wonderful silks be worthless compared to the starch brown I wear? Because war that's why. "Please...have a seat." She says, still trying to preserve her dignity rather than get down on her knees and beg me for my forgiveness. Audwin looks confused but I tell him to let me do the…
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*** The Dungeons stank of death and rodents, there's water dripping down from somewhere, making the entire place damp and stuffy. But that was also our water source, especially when her guards oh so conveniently forgot to feed or give us water. Sitting in the rags my previously beautiful clothing has become I ponder on whether anyone would be coming for Audwin and I. No, I'd think not. The only person that would bother to think of my whereabouts would be the boys, my growing sons. Unfortunately they…
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It's been two days since he left and I was permanently put in charge of the city. Of course one my first moves was to help propagate my control or rather his control over the March. With Hastra, everything has gone to plan so far. The moment Asher teleported away to Frozia new laws were announced. New, gruesome laws. Since a Necromancer's Army has to be made up one way or another, the punishment for every single annoying crime turns up to be death. With Juri believing whole heartedly that this much and…
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