William Jones
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A frosted teleport stone greeted Caldrius as he arrived in the courtyard where Rastfian coordinated the arriving and departing groups. Currently, the people leaving were forming a long line that wasn't moving. Rastfian was taking no chances with a malfunctioning stone. Several people had arrived shivering and covered with snow or ice. Other than possibly catching a case of the sniffles, they were unharmed, but the frost on the stone was getting thicker. "Well, this isn't good at all. Are other stones…-
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After looking at the state of his shredded clothing, Ozzy ducked behind his wagon and quickly changed clothes, donning his kilt, before leading the squads of soldiers to his butcher shop. An amused Vassily watched as they crossed the courtyard at a run, wondering what his friend was up to now, but he mentioned to his wife that they might have some extra business that evening. Soldiers were always hungry. The stone blocking the entrance to the underground passage was still in place but it took only a…
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After looking at the state of his shredded clothing, Ozzy ducked behind his wagon and quickly changed clothes, donning his kilt, before leading the squads of soldiers to his butcher shop. An amused Vassily watched as they crossed the courtyard at a run, wondering what his friend was up to now, but he mentioned to his wife that they might have some extra business that evening. Soldiers were always hungry. The stone blocking the entrance to the underground passage was still in place but it took only a…
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Claudia saw the doors open and the quartet of cannons appear and knew what was going to happen next. It was the perfect ambush for troops: Grapeshot ammunition with nowhere to hide. Her troops would have been shredded and her bodyguards gravely injured, and most likely killed. She'd have survived, the inherent protections of her city keeping her alive, but not against the spells that would have rained down on her. This was a planned assassination, but instead of killing her, it was going to kill the two…
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Claudia watched the preparations with some amusement as she ate a plate of food supplied by the Butcher. She had brought up half of her troops to the end of the narrow street, formed up and ready to charge. Behind them, the Butcher and Caldrius were stuffing their faces with smoked meat that had been produced from his curious storage bag. The first item to appear was a barrel of sausage, followed by a large ham, a side of bacon, and a few sizzling slices of Mage's Delight. The Butcher had handed a heaping…
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What had been an open-air market in a poorer part of the city was now a beautiful winter carnival, the tattered awnings, and fish stalls covered in a shining layer of ice and frost. The beauty was marred by the dozens of people huddled under blankets and cloaks in the streets leading to it, suffering from chills and frostbite. A few healers moved from person to person, doing what they could. Caldrius looked at the first person he encountered, an older woman with an arm fully encased by ice to her…
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Two men and a wagon traveled through the busy streets of Wolfsburg, talking as they went. Cauldrius had just finished telling Ozzy about his life in the Mage Guild and the highlights of his latest camping trip, including the native cooking traditions. "Damn, they cook using fresh lava from a volcano? I know kobolds are fire-happy, but that's hardcore. What sort of food? Grilled meats, I assume?" "Lava-grilled steak is always a popular dish, especially if marinaded correctly, but that's a beginner recipe.…
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As I hope you all know, I am writing another story, called Tunnel Rat. Some of you follow it, some don't, which is why I'm putting this public service message here. Let's do some math, we all love math. According to my dashboard, I have 11,833 followers. 7992 people follow Butcher of Gadobhra, and 7512 follow Tunnel Rat. If we were making a Venn Diagram with the little circles (I tried, but after 5 minutes realized it was a rabbit hole for another day.) There would be: 4321 people reading only Butcher…
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"Master Rastfian! Another pulse of mana, and I've noticed something odd. Frost forms on the stone after each pulse. It was hard to see at first, but it lasted longer before melting this time." Rastfian knelt by the stone and could tell it was slowly gaining mana. It was already mostly full, thanks to the generosity of the Baron of Gadobhra. However, this new surge of mana came from the Rift and bore a distinctive flavor of Ice Aspected Mana. The storm that was still raging in that area might be the cause,…
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Once again, Arthamax struggled against his icy prison. The Dragon was increasingly frustrated to be trapped here. True, the temperature was ideal and the flow of mana through his body quite invigorating, but his lack of mobility was a source of growing anxiety. He'd repeatedly commanded the Ice Mages to free him from his prison of ice and stone, but the lazy things had one excuse after another. " This was why he didn't like depending on minions, they were always so terribly unreliable unless you…
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