Robert Wilson
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Clyde's inn was nice and comfortable, but the Horizon cafe had become a second haunt for them in the past few weeks. There was something about the aroma and ambience of the place that kept it wonderfully comforting, and that comfort was something they needed, after the training. They didn't stick together anymore — not completely. Each of them had different things to work on, and couldn't always work on those things in close vicinity with the others; eventually, they had agreed it would be best if they…-
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The ground Stepping over viscera was not how he had pictured the day going. "It's not real," Kothos said, for perhaps the third time, and Xothok leveled a glare at him. "So you've said," he said, his voice coming out as a half-growl. Kothos chuckled nervously. "Sorry," he said. "I'm reminding myself more than anything." Kothos couldn't dismiss himself here — nor could Xothok dismiss him. Whatever odd confluence of skills had created him to begin with, it seemed at odds with the nature of this…
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Mercy was something that could only be afforded by the powerful. That was the lesson Xothok had taken away from the fight between his team and the four adventurers that had utterly overwhelmed them. Derivan, Vex, Misa, Sev — the names were practically burned into his head. They could have killed all of them, and as far as Xothok was concerned, they would have been justified in doing so. They hadn't. But they could afford not to; they were never in any danger. His team had never had that option. He'd…
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"We did Talking to himself was still... uncomfortable. Xothok saw in this other version of him all the things he could have been, and something about that was deeply uncomfortable. It didn't help that Kothos — as they had decided to call him, since it was slightly easier than saying 'other-Xothok' every single time — was so much more composed. He didn't flinch, even when Xothok got angry at him, swore at him. He watched him with kind, Eyes that made Xothok want to punch him into a wall. "We used…
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Clyde returned in short order with a small fistful of reality shards clutched awkwardly in his fingers. He was holding them gingerly, almost, like he was afraid they were going to explode. Belle stared at him. "Why are you holding them like that?" she asked. "You said they're pocket universes," Clyde said. "I didn't think it was safe to toss them around." "I said "The problem is that I don't know "You could try pushing it into the window," Sev suggested. Misa blinked at him. "The system has…
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"You have to understand, it's been getting harder and harder to make new glyphs," Clyde explained. It had taken a while to get everyone calmed down. Clyde himself had to start herding people back to town, though many of them insisted on staying and seeing what the effect of the new glyph was. There his wife Belle had taken charge, insisting that testing a new glyph surrounded by civilians was a terrible idea. In fairness, Derivan's Sign was unlikely to cause harm to anyone — but he was grateful to…
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As bold a statement as Vex had started with, there wasn't yet much for him to go on — the idea that magic drew from a physical They needed to stay For now, Vex was back at the array of glyphs he'd scattered across the field, and isolating a set he thought would be useful. "I mean, don't get me wrong, I think "You sound as if you may have had experience with such a thing," Derivan observed. Vex laughed, a touch of embarrassment coloring his tone. "In my early days I just wanted to learn every…
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Derivan stared at the field ahead of them. Vex had absolutely scattered the place with glyphs — some of them from the basic set, others theoretical, and still others combinations that he had already tried, that embodied new and distinct concepts. He'd even shown off some of the ones he'd used against — —Well. Against the echo of his father. Derivan "Alright," Vex said at last. "Now what do all of these glyphs have in common?" Derivan stared at the glyphs. They were all inert, he supposed. That…
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Both Norams stared at the system window. Neither of them knew how to react — neither of them knew what a "I think we should accept," they both said at the same time. Then there was a bit of awkward pause, and a slight suspicion that reverberated between them; surprisingly, they could both feel it like a physical sensation crawling across their backs. The otter winced first, breaking eye contact and looking away. "...I will admit that I want the link because it might give me power," he said after a…
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It wasn't all that long ago that Noram had begun to There wasn't really a better word for it. The nice lady had explained everything to him more than once, and he just hadn't... noticed. For some reason, every time she looked at him, she seemed sad. She looked vaguely familiar, too. But he could never really place where he knew her, and so he smiled at her happily. She surely just wanted to join him on his adventures! That was all she talked about, after all. She would tell him about how Fendal was…
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