Robert Jones
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Rowans new senses aided him here and with the warning from the snakes inside his body, he leaped to the left, the massive claws barely missing him. A massive avian creature had broken through the fog, and it began to circle the manor. It had wings that were leathery and green coloration like old mold. There were sharp spikes sticking out from its spine. It had three heads with long serpentine necks that were covered with pustules and opened wounds. In fact, all of its body was filled with deep scars…-
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Rowan scrutinized the picture he had drawn of Maeve for a while before closing the sketchbook, his hands shook a little and his golden eyes flashed with an incredible amount of fury before he settled, and he proceeded to check the message from the Record Aspect Upgraded : Spatial Sight Spirit: 59.1 → 80.1 So, this also work? His Spirit had been lagging from his other Stats, and even though the growth was steady, it was simply too slow to serve his growing abilities. Many of his actions…
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48 Adrift In Fog Rowan flipped the page over, and selected a pencil, his hand moved to the fourth pencil by itself. Rowan was too distracted to notice. Not letting his mind dictate his actions. Rowan began to draw. His movement was at first sharp and jerky–He was not used to his new strength. It took a brief moment to stabilize, however, and his pencil began to flow over the pages. The first sketch he made was of the Dark Priest Purdue, he was a peaceful man who surprised Rowan by the depth of…
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Apart from his eye peering through his shell, Rowan had not seen his appearance. He knew he still appeared human, but only on the surface. He did not forget that he was still in the Mortal State of his bloodline, and already his bones were metal, his blood was golden and dense as mercury. He had three hearts and around them were three living snakes. Oh. Was he still missing something? He was still in the mortal state, yet he could bet his transformation had exceeded most Dominators, even at the Rift…
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Rowan could boldly say that he knew pain. His life had been filled with it. Yet, he had adapted. Rowan believed the pain he had experienced made him pretty robust. He was a tough bastard. He would not have survived the Spatial corridor to that world if he was weak. Rowan thought he knew pain. But not like this. Now every scale had been thrown aside. This was pain on a level he never thought was possible. And he knew what worsened it was his spirit. It kept his mind clear and made him aware of…
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It was a short walk to his room, where Rowan retrieved his diary and, glancing around, located a sketchbook inside the drawers of his workstation, he also took out a wooden square box, that was beside it. The box was polished to a dull green finish, and embossed in the bottom left corner of it were the words: Rema Trading House. Keeping all these close to him, he walked to the laboratory, denying Maeve questing hands to carry the items for him. Realizing that he did not require her assistance, she…
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"Oh, where was I, before I was so rudely interrupted. Yes… Your impending death, isn't it? Performing so many duties tends to muddle my mind a bit." The dying woman knew he had no lapse in his recollection, just one of his endless games he liked to play. He suddenly said, "Have you ever wondered: when you killed yourself, why you always awoke to find the rest of your people slaughtered." Hate flashed through the eyes of the woman, it was difficult to forget the countless transgressions he had…
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Yet, the mystical shell that appeared, was enough to draw their attention. The eyes of the Third Prince lit up, as his pupils began to glow red, "What sort of bloodline is that? Even through the distance of space, I can feel its antiquity. I have never seen the sort. Rowan has Kuranes blood, no matter how thin it was, yet this new bloodline stripped away every last strand of it. Can you even begin to understand how difficult that is supposed to be? That old hag made sure to imprint herself in every drop of…
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Rowan paused for a while and looked at the faces that watched him in rapt attention, "An unspeakable evil came to you like a thief at night. It is called an Abomination. Some of you may have heard whispers of this horror. But every one of you saw its fangs and bear its wounds. I cannot begin to imagine your loss and the pain you have felt. So with my bloodline as a descendant of the gods, this is what I promise you." Rowan raised the Axe up in the air and let his Vitality flood the weapon, it began to…
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41 The Last of Me (5) The fog had thinned to nothingness, and Rowan was surprised that daybreak had arrived. It did not seem so long ago when the sun rose yesterday, a full day had been consumed by the chaos and despair. He had experienced so much, yet he could close his eyes… and easily remember when he was a miner digging through the earth or he when he was a frail Noble brat, who buried his head in books and dreams. Now in less than a week. He had become something different. In less than a…
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