Robert Wilson
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Xothok was... antsy. He hated using that word to describe himself. It was a stupid word, for small, stupid people. What use was anxiety? He'd never had to worry about it before, because before, his main concern had been about But the Guild was giving them food, in the most baffling show of trust that Xothok had seen — along with the fact that, as far as he could tell, they weren't actually being kept at the Guild. They were given a place to sleep, and all they had to do to get food was head down to the…-
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Whether he'd expected this or not, though, Karix's words triggered something in Vex — a seed of an idea. He He wasn't sure that was enough for him anymore. There was something else he could do with that knowledge. Something that would mess with both Wisfield And so despite himself, Vex grinned. "Sure," he said. "Sure... as in yes?" Karix blinked, thrown off by Vex's sudden acceptance. "What?" "Of course not," Vex scoffed. "Yes to your ultimatum. We'll become nobles. Why not?" "Vex?" Misa blinked…
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They'd known this was a possibility. Not But only for a second. Because they'd known something like this was possible, even if they hadn't identified the exact means, and there was a very, All communication was restricted to what they chose to communicate. It didn't apply only to the mental skills and what Wisfield might be able to derive from them. It applied to anything they said. It applied to their body language. With those charms, they could speak freely, and Wisfield would hopefully be none the…
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To say the glyph worked was an understatement. They'd done two tests. The first of them was done with Vex's own Sign of Research, to make sure that the new glyph — or sign, Vex hadn't really considered what to call these things that were a mix of the two — would do what they thought it did; there was a slight concern that casting it would That concern was quickly addressed when the skill fed the information back to him. He was once again reminded that the Sign claimed there was a cost to using it...…
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"Goddamn that took a while," Misa grumbled. Vex... had to agree, although he was too tired to actually say anything. He let out a small groan in response, leaning most of his weight onto Derivan — who accepted him with grace and put an arm around his shoulders, despite being the one that had actually done most of the work. They'd had to spend the last several hours cleaning up the errant, overgrown system. Or, well, Derivan had to. They'd chosen to stick together while he did so, though, just in case…
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"Ah... shit." Sev winced a little at the words. He couldn't help but glance towards Vex, whose face was as impassive as he could make it — but he knew Vex well. He saw the way the lizardkin hunched over just a little bit more, the way his tail coiled around his leg; he saw the disappointment swim in his eyes. He was familiar with it, even. Part of him thought he recognized that sort of disappointment. It was a hope that the people you cared about had changed for the better. "You're familiar with them?"…
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Sev woke up gagging. "Enough," he said, waving them away; he saw his team staring at him cautiously, worried, and he blinked away the last of the The lizardkin in question relaxed a little, looking relieved. Sev managed a small smile. He looked around the room — they were in the same room, it looked like, though some of the furniture had been destroyed in the fight. He hadn't even noticed. Lendel was standing off to the side, far enough away to not seem like a threat. ...The sight of the man made a…
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The trouble with Lendel was that his system was a mess. Derivan knew that his own system was in a far worse state — but there was a difference in the way their systems were broken. His own system was something like a broken cage, the pieces scattered around him; it was still attached in only the most abstract of ways. With Lendel, it was a different story. Derivan did not have But now there was... something. It came from Patch, oddly enough; the stat had grown high enough that he could see more…
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There was, unfortunately, no time for a conversation. Derivan would come to regret being quite so impulsive with breaking Lendel's connections, in time, but he'd had no reason to believe that it would make the man fly into a rage; Rekka's connection had broken, and all that had happened was that the orc had learned exactly how he'd been acting all this time. That was not at all what happened with Lendel. The man's scream turned into an enraged yell — and his party members, running out of the side…
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Reconnecting... There was some text above that, but it had been cut off; all Derivan could see were scattered letter-fragments that didn't mean anything to him. It was strange that the window looked like this to him at all — no matter what errors the system had encountered before, he'd never seen the system windows themselves break. They weren't a physical thing to begin with. But then he was observing this with Patch, and not with his conventional senses, so... perhaps that made sense. There was an…
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