Patricia Smith
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NP: Demilich - The Planet That Once Used to Absorb Flesh in Order to Achieve Divinity and Immortality (Suffocated to the Flesh That It Desired...) "That snake was one of a rare breed, the of the Western forests," said Sharak Constantine Desmond Nikola Irving Davids Blaine Ali Mansart Serendipity Rodriguez Gonzalez Khan. "Excuse me, didn't you just repeat that sentence twice?" Danemy interjected. "Ahem. Please allow me to finish catechising you, before asking questions," Sharak Constantine Desmond…-
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Crucis showed the bookmark to Sharak, who quickly leafed through the book by Climacus. It turned out that every page of the book was filled with repetition of the word 'river.' "What a peculiar novel to keep a bookmark in!" Sharak said. "Fahiz, why did you do this?" "I must have got tired after reading the first 100 pages, and so I left the bookmark there before I dozed off," Fahiz replied facetiously. "Well, enough about his mischief. That poem? I remember it, "Varney?" Crucis asked. "From the novel…
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Once the books were stacked on top of the drawer, Sharak picked one up and turned to the group. "Now, our use of the automatons is not simply "But it also functions He picked up a black book, and opened it. It had about 150 pages, at Crucis' estimation. At the top of the first was the title of the novel, in all-caps: 'A GENIE LURKS IN HIS EYES'. The group pored over the book, fascinated by the idea of a novel made by one of these automatons. I am not at all sure that this is the kind of thing that…
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"From what I've checked, adventurers seem to be a bit picky with what kind of poetry they read. Our automatons write in all kinds of styles, but it seems that some people will only acknowledge poems that are sufficiently 'modern.'" Sharak drew out a piece of brown paper as he spoke, which had an array of words printed across it in deep black ink. "Well, just in case, here is a poem that the automaton labelled as somewhat 'modern,' though I can't say what precisely that means or if it is so." "I can't say…
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The party backtracked to the large, white building which they had seen on their way to the mines. This square-shaped building had a large, black stone roof, which formed an imposing triangular structure on high and had a small golden, metal finial in the elegant shape of a phoenix. Its white gables were painted with intricate silver patterns, almost like embroidery, with a sculpted gargoyle head on the gable above the door. The construction was lent colour by the navy-blue fascia which stretched under…
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There was a loud commotion as a group of players surged across the border from Area D to Area E, pushing their way loudly through a large clump of trees and bushes. They had gained the attention of a few of the area's rangers, who shouted at them and ran to cut them off. "Looks like they've finally found a way through," Starfighter said calmly. "Quite a scene," Crucis replied. "I doubt they make it," DicingDevil said. "Probably for the best, they have a couple of level 57 players. Might be…
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Crucis caught up with the other Assassins in a long, narrow cave passage which occasionally plummeted downwards. The pieces of had been easy to find, since they were seemingly all at the positions marked with the crossed-swords symbol on John Hazlitt's map. The four players had split up and easily gathered seven of the eight pieces of ore required. However, the last of these symbols was deep in the mines, close to the 'Lost Man's Resting Place,' and they met here to take this dicey journey. As Crucis…
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"Who is John Hazlitt?" Crucis said, glancing up from the letter. "Hard to be sure. I'd guess he might be related to the 'J.H.' in the name of the mines," Danemy replied. "Ah, I assumed that 'J.H.' was just a generic naming choice," Akshel said. "Still, sounds quite possible that it's this guy." "It does, yes," Crucis said. "Clearly people here would have been expected to know his name. He says they'd be surprised at the letter, because they would have thought him long-dead." DicingDevil walked quietly…
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Terabyte felt dust being sprinkled over his forehead, and tried to swing in the direction where it was falling from. Disoriented, he could barely make out Danemy's exact position, and the dust was starting to blind his eyes. As a result, his speculative, wide blow was easily parried, and he had to swing his sword wildly and turn his body to deflect the ensuing, counter-attacking stab. Danemy did not relent, but responded to this with another, lethargic cut at the head. Terabyte had to twist further to…
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The drum of Dr1fter's dagger against the stone wall of the passage rang out with a dull, metallic sound that vibrated and echoed quietly through the passage. The dagger had high base damage, and would increase in damage by 10% once the opponent had the status effect. Once it struck this Knight, the fight would soon be over. There was no hurry. Dr1fter stood tall in the corridor, casting a dim, long shadow across the passage, to see if the Knight would try anything. But the Knight sat silent, shivering…
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