William Anderson
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So, I descended. In utter silence. My eyes had already adjusted to the darkness and a faint light below aided my navigation; I could move swiftly. The staircase was narrow and steep, yet solid stone. No railings were present. I focused entirely on remaining soundless. I went through The Plan in my mind: reach the floor where Anatole, presumably, stored entities like souls encapsulated in staffs, unlock the door (dispelling any necessary spells without alerting Anatole), and let Drevolan launch his…
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"... Rise and shine, boss. Six Dragon warriors are here, all itching for a duel with you. Let's go! There's a Pardus hero at the door, inquiring about his daughter, you'd better rouse. Wake up, boss! The Great Sea of Chaos has just relocated to the adjacent bedroom, and it seems quite insistent that you enjoy a better vista. Time to awaken." Being roused from sleep in the dead of night, tucked away in a musty storage closet, sandwiched in between desiccated galethna ribs and a vat of lard, while a…
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The exceedingly affluent man guided his cart up the slope towards the fortress. This fortress was in reality a solitary, russet-hued stone building, half submerged underground, with the other half forming a lone tower. A widespread misconception exists that those belonging to the House of Lurivox have no physical entryways or exits to their residences, the idea being that if you're incapable of teleportation, you don't belong. This belief holds almost true, save for the fact that their servants are not…
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The teleportation back to my office was just as unpleasant as the rest. By the time I arrived, it was early evening and the Torben game in the space between the faux storefront and my actual office was in full swing. Piers had departed, so I had assumed the office was vacant until I spotted Thorne occupying Piers' desk. Opal fluttered onto my shoulder, affectionately rubbing his head against my ear. "You holding up, chief?" "Kinda ..." "What's bothering you?" "It's a bit complicated, Opal. Ever…
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Alyssra Volade scrutinized the floor, her expression mirroring mine when I'm mulling over how to diplomatically phrase something. She gave a subtle nod and then raised her eyes. "Are you familiar with the difference between a Wizard and a Sorcerer?" I responded, "I believe so." "Not many can master Sorcery, Necromancy, and other fields to seamlessly blend them. Most Wizards belong to either the House of Lurivox or the House of Pardus. Anatole is a Lurivox." "The name again?" "Anatole." "I'm not…
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Alyssra locked eyes with me. "What is this...?" she queried. "Usual payment for a job well done," I replied, my gaze shifting to the lifeless body. "You have done good—" But my sentence was interrupted as Alyssra Volade, in a sudden outburst, sent the tray of money flying. She rose, hand instinctively moving towards her weapon. Drevolan followed suit, an ominous growl escaping him. I feigned innocent surprise while my adrenaline surged with a volatile mixture of rage and dread, a sensation typically…
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Rising from her chair, a gleam of blue caught my eye. It was a gem embedded in the hilt of a dagger at her side. A chill ran down my spine as I felt the potency of her weapon, matching, if not surpassing, Drevolan's sword. As she stood, the dagger was concealed in the swirl of her cloak, leaving only the ghostly pallor of her face and her wolf-like, glinting eyes visible to me. Evidently attempting to create a familiar setting for me, she allowed the room to grow brighter. It was then that I saw the…
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While this realization should've made me more wary, it only fueled my anger. However, I managed to keep my voice steady as I returned to an earlier topic. "Lord Drevolan, I think I've grasped why you knew Ignar would bring the gold to Pardus Mountain." "That's encouraging." "But what still eludes me is how you knew he would snatch the money in the first place." "Oh, that part was simple. You see, I'm a sort of Sorcerer. I believe you are too." "Yes," I admitted. "Well, as you would know, with…
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The side of his mouth quivered slightly, "Yes." He continued, "Your particular employee was last seen at Pardus Mountain. He had met me earlier for a small land deal. You're worried about his disappearance. Apparently, he made off with your valuable assets, so to speak." "I happen to be aware of that," I confessed. "Indeed. But now, you're on a mission to find him, possibly to eliminate him. You couldn't find anyone willing to venture to Pardus Mountain, hence your decision to meet me, hoping to…
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Her smile appeared genuinely concerned. Remarkably, I believe she was indeed concerned. She invited, "Please, enter, and I'll alert Lord Drevolan." She reached out to take my cloak, and I almost surrendered it to her out of habit. However, my reflexes don't typically respond that way. "Ummm, that's okay," I replied, "I'll hold on to it." "Of course," she acknowledged, still smiling. "Please, follow me." It struck me that she hadn't addressed me by name, possibly indicating she didn't know how to…
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