Patricia Smith
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The first step in our plan was sneaking up to the camp, which was made easier by the campers' lackadaisical behaviour. We approached vaguely from the direction of the road, but not via the path that they'd set up. Calamity had taken a minute or two to draw a map of the camp on the ground before we left. There were the tents, the cave,and a path that lead from the camp back to the road, following a straight line until it turned to connect to the road at a forty-five-degree angle. It kinda looked like a…-
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Jean-Pierre actually took a long time to make up his mind. Finally though, he nodded. "I want to go on ze record first and say zat zis is a very bad idea." "Which part?" I asked. "Ze part where we'll be basically attacking a camp with unknown allegiances, in unknown terrain, with people with far too little experience and equipment, during ze middle of ze day, to try and save someone who might not even be present," he said. "Oh... that part," I replied. I chewed on a knuckle. If it came to it, I think my…
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My friends and I took over a table in a corner of the Hop On Inn, the three of us sitting across from the grenoil we'd... "That's so ambitious!" I said with a gasp. "You must be very brave to want to do something like that." The grenoil squirmed in his seat a little. "It's not that impossible," he said. Reaching over, he grabbed the pint of cool beer that Calamity had ordered for him at the counter and took a swallow. His name was Emile, and after I told Calamity not to scare him so much and helped him…
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"Awa, it's nice just being us again," Awen said. I grinned as I looked to the side. Awen hadn't looked too bad when she was with all of the other recruits and Sir Tissue, but now that we were off on our own it looked like she'd cast off a bit of tension, her shoulders had relaxed and she looked much happier. So, to add to the happiness, I leaned to the side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a side-hug. "Did you have some fun, at least?" "It wasn't bad," Awen said. "Some of them…
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I didn't want to run out of time, so after I felt I had a decent grasp of Jake and Kerri, I shifted my attention to the last pair of adventurers. We were halfway back across the first floor--still without meeting any of those Murlocks--when I moved up and next to the two grenoils. "Hello," I said. They both eyed me, but it was the shorter of the two that spoke up first. "Hello," he said. "Is it our turn to be interviewed?" "Ah... I guess? I wasn't being very subtle about it, was I?" "If you were, then…
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Jean-Pierre made us come to a stop at the end of the tunnel between the first and second floors, which was probably a good thing. Poor Hannah's breath was ragged as she struggled under the weight of her bags. She looked half-ready to chuck them aside. "Give us five?" I called out to Jean-Pierre. He scanned me and the two new recruits, then gave me a firm nod. One of the others, a grenoil in the other all-grenoil team, scoffed, but no one else protested. "Alright," I said as I turned to Hannah. "Let's…
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The team couldn't exactly leave right away. Instead, Jean-Piere led us out of the forest and back towards the sorta-cliffside where I'd come into the floor from. We crossed the sign by the entrance, then paused. "Did you encounter anything on ze first floor?" he asked. I nodded. "Yeah. Some monsters that repeated anything I said. Mimicry murlocks? They were kind of creepy? Not very strong, though." He nodded. "I knew zere were a few left. If you took more out, zen ze return will be zat much easier.…
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I slowly raised my arms over my head. "Uh, I surrender?" I tried. There was a long moment of tension as I was stared down by a whole group of explorers, every one of them on a hair-trigger. Then Awen emerged, stepping closer to me. "Broccoli? Awa, hit me with Cleaning magic," she said. "Okay?" I replied, a little confused, and called up my magic. One of the other explorers shouted for me to stop, but by then my Cleaning magic was already sweeping across Awen's legs. Unsurprisingly, she was covered in…
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It wasn't easy to keep track of time in the dungeon, especially because the room I was in never seemed to end. And the monsters didn't either. Every now and then, one would leap at me. Sometimes it would come from the left, sometimes it would try to surprise me from the right, and every now and then one would jump at me from behind, but no matter where they came from, I had a way of dealing with them. Fireball to the face and kick to the butt. It worked for me, I think. Way of the Mystic Bun meant that…
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My Cleaning magic did not help with mosquitoes. It might have helped with the bites, because if I remembered from school correctly, mosquito bites were itchy because they spat something into you when they poked through your skin, and I was pretty sure my Cleaning magic could clean that away, but that still only worked if I was bit. I whipped up some little fireballs, keeping a grip on them with tethers of mana, and set them to orbit around me. They provided a bit of light, and did seem to ward away some…
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