Robert Wilson
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Karix staggered forward. His face twisted into a rictus of anger and betrayal — Vex saw that the wound wasn't healing. Did this version of his father not have Unless this Karix It still wasn't the true Karix. Too many details were wrong for that, unless someone had captured and altered his father significantly, and the amount of power and resources someone would need to be able to do that without sending all of Elyra into a frenzy was too great to be worth considering. But if this Karix wasn't…-
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Vex woke up leaning against a door. It was a nice door, at least. There were no splinters digging into the scales on his back or the leather on his armor, which was a nice step up compared to some of the doors he'd had the misfortune of sleeping against in the past. Those doors had all been old, decrepit doors in ruins he'd been investigating, though, so the bar wasn't exactly set high on him for the 'sleeping against a door' category. Part of that, to be fair, was because every time he fell asleep in an…
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Mental static ripped through Vex first. He'd forgotten that this was a product of the "Shit," Vex said, his own words sounding distant and airy to him; the mana in him was still "Vex." Derivan's voice was worried. "Tell me what is happening." "Just... tried something I shouldn't have." Vex grimaced — his voice still sounded strange, the ringing in his head distorting it with a painful warble. His mana was being drained faster than he'd ever experienced, and "There are people coming." Derivan…
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This time, when his memories were once more torn away from him, Xothok was awake to see it. In a way, it helped that he was choosing for this to happen. The Guildmaster was standing too-close-for-comfort, for someone of her level, one hand hovering just an inch in front of his chest; Xothok was struck once again by that odd impression of familiarity, like this was someone he had known once. Not something intentional on the Guildmaster's behalf, he was pretty sure; she seemed to be a pretty private person.…
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A dungeon to some small degree reflected the space around it when it first came into being. The Prime Dungeons, though — the dungeons that were the core of every Kingdom, and powered most of their supply of mana crystals — those were the exceptions to the rule. Over time, they'd grown to reflect the kingdoms they belonged to, though those kingdoms had been built long after those dungeons appeared. The dungeon that now stood before them was one example of three. Vex had no idea what the Anderstahl…
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If there was anywhere Vex hadn't expected to be about an hour from where that battle started, it was being carted around the city in a wagon. Particularly not in a small crawlspace underneath the floorboards of a wagon, lit only by illusion-enhancing ghostflame. All four of them were being carted around, in fact, piled together in the same cart. A tiny bit of spatial magic gave them just a bit more space than they appeared to have, but it was really only enough to make them Probably because Derivan's…
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It started with a fireball, which told Vex two things: one, that this was almost certainly a noble house attacking them, and two, that they didn't care about casualties. The fireball was packed with enough mana to level several blocks of houses, and was cast despite the fact that they were surrounded by civilians. Misa blocked it, of course. She snapped in front of the fireball with a strange object balanced on her shoulder, a sort of cylinder decorated not with runes but with "Run!" she shouted,…
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Vex had been a little concerned that his words wouldn't be enough — but it turned out that he needn't have worried. The 'rebels', such as they were, were strangely willing to trust him on his word, though they insisted on sending someone in with them to the dungeon. The new person wouldn't have to accompany them — he'd stay at the edges of the bonus room, hopefully away from the danger, and focus on studying the glyphs that Vex gave him. In the meantime, Vex could go out to identify new glyphs and…
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Vex sat uncomfortably in the caravan. The windows were all locked and spelled shut — he could have dispelled it rather easily, but chose not to. Ingress had said something about taking them somewhere secret, and was sitting in the caravan with them; it was a bit of a tight squeeze with five people, but Vex didn't figure it was a trap. Or, well, they'd discussed it and figured there was a chance it was a trap, but Ingress had been genuine when he'd agreed to help with food distribution. Vex suspected…
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Communication was only the beginning. There was still more to be done — the Communication glyph was not, on its own, able to mimic anything so complex as even the But the set of glyphs they had were limited. Given time, Vex would have loved to explore the glyph system on his own; he could have spent days diving into different glyph combinations, identifying everything that worked and why. That wasn't the plan, though. The plan was simple. Nobility in Elyra ruled through a majority vote, with every…
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