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They were back in the caravan, Derivan and Vex seated across from Sev and Misa as it chugged along the road. They'd given breaking through the barrier into Fendal a few more tries, but every attempt they made simply failed, and so they had decided it was time to move on. Not before Anton had sent them an update through the glyph, though: Which had been a relief. If nothing else, Teque wouldn't have months or years to prepare for them to return, which might have proven disastrous. And so, with nothing…-
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" It had been an hour. The four of them sat outside the barrier to Fendal, still. They'd tried everything they could think of to break through the barrier, to no success — no amount of magic broke through it, and there was a weight to it that Derivan couldn't simply Shift through. They'd tried to dig underneath, but the barrier extended beneath the ground and up into the sky in a perfect sphere. And it was "We're going to have to leave, aren't we?" Misa scowled. "She got what she wanted. Fucker." "I…
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Velykos was not entirely sure how he had ended up in this situation. They didn't particularly seem to agree, though, once they noticed. It hadn't taken too long after that for Iliss-the-lizardkin-lady to suggest that they simply sit on his shoulders, and Velykos hadn't really had any reason to object; they were all relatively light, and it took no great effort for him to carry any of them. It was just that, well... they didn't all fit on his shoulders. Which was how he'd ended up walking along the…
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Vex felt like his words were caught in his throat. He'd spoken to Noram not long ago at all; it had been a little over a day in Teque, and with the time differential between the two places, only about an hour in Fendal. Noram couldn't have changed this much in that time; if it happened this quickly, it would have been too obvious. Fendal would've sent for help from the Guild sooner. The Patchers didn't even move this fast! And they'd been "We already talked about teaching you magic," Vex said, his…
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Two hours. It wasn't a lot of time. It was barely any time at all, Vex thought, and maybe that was exactly why Helg had chosen it — it was just long enough to seem kind, but not long enough for them to actually Not that she seemed kind at all, if that was her goal. Vex glanced around the room — Sev was gearing up to argue with her, and Misa was stepping forward with her fists clenched, ready for a fight. Derivan was the only one that was standing back, observing what was happening, and Vex saw the…
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Anton, it quickly came out, had happened to be carrying a large load of mana slivers when the Roads had shut down — presumably the exact moment the bonus room had been created, and this little pocket of reality had become 'real'. There was, he explained, a blip in his memory there. He'd been overwhelmed by a harrowing sensation of deep He hadn't managed to become properly real immediately. What Anton remembered — and had never really questioned until now, when the memory was directly called to his…
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Vex had known it was bad. He'd known it was something that scared him; there had been enough spillover, enough intrinsic understanding from the Patcher's attacks that he could grasp that bare essence of it. But this? This... "Vex," Derivan said gently, and Vex heard the note of worry in the armor's voice. Derivan's presence helped, and he tried to calm himself. The purpose and intent of the Patchers laid bare in front of him, resonating in his mind. They were here to fix a problem. That problem…
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Vex frowned, and took a moment to concentrate. The system always presented information about skills and spells in a neat, orderly sort of way. His Glyph did the opposite, in the sense that it fed the information directly into his skull and didn't seem to bother to filter it, meaning he got a whole lot of irrelevant information on top of the actually useful stuff. Not unlike the way he tended to take research notes, actually. So on that front there was a possibility that this was slightly his fault. Just…
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Whatever they'd done to engage with the Patchers seemed to have thrown off their plans, if they were capable of having plans at all. As far as Derivan could tell, they didn't return to whatever plans they'd had with the mana slivers; instead, the shifted presence he felt fled, roughly in the direction of the road back to Fendal. Which he "I'm waiting," Helg said, folding her arms. The wasp woman didn't seem like she was going to just let them go. Her companions sighed at her brusqueness, but didn't…
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If nothing else, Derivan reflected, the tides of the battle had definitely turned. That was... about all he could say for the situation they were in. Unlike their own weapons, magic — 'proper' magic, as it were — was apparently able to punch through the bodies of the Patchers with little to no trouble. The problem was that the Patchers simply Not quite like health, where the damage was reversed after it was done, and became nothing but a number on a sheet. Not quite like they didn't have health,…
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