Patricia Smith
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"Yowch!" I said with a hiss before I shook my arm. That had stung! Caprica's method for training Thick Skin as a skill involved, unsurprisingly, hurting my skin until it became thicker. Or at least, metaphorically thicker. That sounded all nice and easy on paper, but the training method Caprica had me using was a lot less fun. First, I had to get rid of one of the arms of my gambeson. That wasn't too hard, since the arms were just laced onto the torso, so they were removable. Probably to make it easier…-
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"I don't think I've ever actually seen you angry," Caprica said as she stood across from me, a small mug of tea in hand. She took her tea with six spoonfuls of sugar, so I actually wasn't sure if it entirely counted as tea anymore. "I'm not angry," I said, angrily. It was mostly true, I was just... miffed. We were about a day away from Port Royal. The wind had shifted a bit, and we were having to fight it. The air currents here were pretty strong, and they'd been at our back when moving away from the…
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"Will you remain seated here?" Desiree asked. I opened my mouth to answer, but instead of anything coherent, a big old yawn escaped. About halfway through, I decided to just let it all out until my jaw cracked. I brought a hand up to cover my mouth, but it was a little late. "S-sorry," I said. "Ah, the reason you're here is because you're too tired to evacuate back to your rooms," Desiree said with a knowing nod. "I shall carry you, then, like a princess in one of those sordid tales!" I giggled. "No…
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I had four General skill slots to fill, and a lot more than four options. Really, the moment I was done with my list, I kinda wanted to sit down and think about it, but I also had some work to do, so I folded it up, stuffed it in my pocket, then did my captain-ing duties for a few hours. That mostly meant double-checking our heading, making sure that the few repairs we'd done were in good order, and ensuring that everyone was doing their job. That wasn't too hard, I had the best crew ever and they were…
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"Hmm," Amaryllis said as she eyed the still-blank paper. "Okay, these first two are either-or kinds of skills. You likely don't need both. But having one would help you a lot." I nodded and watched as she wrote down two things at the top of the page. Meditation and (right under that) Mana Regeneration. "Meditation?" I asked. "It's a practical skill. Helps you centre your mind, helps you think, regain any spent stamina and mana, and best of all, it requires that you sit down, alone and quiet, for hours…
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"Hi!" I said as I stepped into the room. It wasn't a room that I hadn't been in before, but it had been... well, at least a week or two since I visited. There weren't that many changes. The bookshelf against one wall had a couple more books stuffed into it, and there was maybe an extra pillow or two on the bed itself. It was strange, but this room didn't feel super... Amaryllis-y. Awen's room But Amaryllis' place was just... a smidge messy, but not dirty. There was a feather on the floor, and that's…
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I blinked as Mister Menu reappeared before me. This was the second level-up in as many days for me. It was... actually, probably not too surprising. I was covered in a sheen of sweat that I hadn't yet Cleaned off, and my limbs felt heavy. Worse, my mana was almost completely drained from casting non-stop fireballs. I hadn't spent this much mana in a long, long time. The space around the I saw Booksie slump down next to the railings; her hair was plastered to her head by sweat and her ears were too…
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I didn't know much about hunting. Actually, I didn't know anything about it beyond a few things I might have picked up from books and TV and stories. There was a culture of hunting back home, but it wasn't something I was super interested in. I don't think I could pull the trigger and take out Bambi's mom without crying. Besides, as much as I didn't like splitting things along those lines, I'd always felt like hunting was a bit more of a 'guy thing.' Not that that had ever stopped me before, but…
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We exited the dungeon to find someone waiting for us. Several someones, really, but a large number of those someones were waiting further back and looking both nervous and rather irate. The main someone, standing closest with their arms crossed, was a big human man with muscled arms bulging out of the confines of a short-sleeved shirt. He had the look of someone that it wouldn't be smart to get into a punch-out with. "Let me handle this one," I told my friends and I slipped ahead and to the front of our…
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A couple of things happened as soon as Booksie was done bonking the boss. First, I got a happy dinging from Mister Menu, who popped up in front of me with a message! That was some good news! But I couldn't drop everything to focus on that just yet. While no new imps were appearing, those already in the room swooped down at us even as the boss started to fade away. It only took a bit of effort to clear them out, and that meant a couple more little dings from Mister Menu, though these were less important…
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