Matthew Jones
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After barely surviving my soul being pulled on both its ends I decided rather quickly not to play with my food. Swiftly dispatching the Gamma Warrior Anselm was fighting I'm left with a sore body, an odd feeling and a splitting headache where Lotar scorched that mark into my head. Looking through my spell list I find that killing these guys didn't add much to me, their deaths didn't even unlock a new spell or anything. Although I did get a large boost in Soul Manipulation proficiency. Which is strange…-
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As we marched out into the cold outskirts of the city with our feet buried in snow we found that the cultists had been using the carcasses of the Dead soldiers men women Traders merchants tailors of the city as stock for the minions. The sight frighten me. The site of the cultists using the correct uses of these people some that I even recognised because I had a hand in killing them it frightened me so much because it looked like necromancy it had the feel and vibe of necromancy. But that cannot be so it…
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Leona, Matthias and I ride back in the carriage. No more of that Frozia superiority while I'm around. Thinking about it I can't help looking at Matthias as even more of a wimp than I previously thought, he gave way to the Preist and her disciples in the same manner he gave way to me. But I figure he is simply a man enamored by his own survival. He is obsessed with self preservation, he would shake hands with anyone who could guarantee no change in his power or an increase, for now, I'm not sure what the…
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The atmosphere was tense the moment that man dropped to the floor, everyone knew then that the priest had messed up. She strides towards him and squats beside his body, he wrestles trying to get a hold of himself now free of his captivity in pandas hand. She pays no heed to everyone's gasping stares and tries to help him up. The man, seeing her begins to thank her for her mercies. She smiles gently and takes his hand in hers, "You must now devote your life to Frozia, you must serve her will and spread…
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The man and his ruffian guards are dismissed from our presence, good thing too, can't be near filth like him for extended periods of time. Once they're gone, as if watching from somewhere I can't see, the doors swing open as she speaks again, "Come on in." Gladly, I oblige ad stride into the room. Or as it's starting to look...Palace. The room is unimaginably wide, the floor is covered in carpets of all sorts of expensive fabrics here and there, and the ceiling hangs several metrws above my head with…
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The Centre. "Sire..." Audwin starts hesitantly. I know what he wants to say too, and he knows my reaction to it. "Quiet Audwin, the time for conversation has long passed, I must do this." And though I say this to he and myself, I strong wish, more than anything for someone to come and spare me from this embarrassment. He sighs and nods, tightening his gloves. "I understand." he leaves my side and walks up to the men standing guard by the large hall doors that lead to my last life line, at least, the…
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Perhaps because we stood and observed from the distance we failed to see the glimmering and shimmering lights at the base of the city's walls. Anselm and trudged through the snow until we could see it clearly, what we thought was simply some for of light reflecting in our eyes happens to be a crystal. An Ice crystal to be exact. The base of the walls have been covered with large, jagged stake-like icicles. Presumably as a protection, protection from the cultists. Unlike the icicles covering the walls…
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"Alright then, I'll leave it up to you from now on." I say these words to Kaylin, she has a bright new focused sheen of determination in her eyes. And I trust that more than anything. I'd gone ahead to meet with her after retrieving the Diviner and deciding on what and how to proselytize my power to the people, I meant to tell her all this and deal with her shock and awe but rather than that, it seemed she couldn't quite care any less about what insanity Anselm and I are up to. Instead she meets me with…
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I gave the speech as many times as I needed to to the large crowds of elves. Which came down to a total of three heart inspiring times I had to give it. Personally I think my talk of fighting for one's future instead of running away with the currents of destiny was wholly inspiring. However, it turns out that the people, my audience, did not share the same sympathy. As a result, my total haul of men and women and that one orphaned elf child is thirty. Thirty. Only thirty eves stolen back from Maylin. Of…
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I'm not sure what mother did to her but she's out for the count. She doesn't look at all like the strict, hard handed woman that leads the Elven North as she sleeps. Rather than that she has on a look of peace and even relief, a supposed luxury she cannot afford herself. "What do you think she was thinking when she left to face your mother?" The voice belongs to none other than Hastra who stands closely behind me, watching over the still woman with me. I reflect on her words for a moment and looking at…
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