William Jones
Stories
10
Chapters
3,868
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2.6 M
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Chartok the Necro Wolf, Scourge of the Holly Woods and bane of chicken farmers everywhere was having fun. It was always enjoyable to make a villainous statement, followed by summoning some undead and laughing at the poor humans. The following fights might go for or against him, but he really lived for the opening moments. These pitiful fools were no exception. He loved the looks on their faces. No steely look of determination, just big eyes and His resources were a tad low. He'd been having a good time…-
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Ozzy didn't sleep a hell of a lot the night before their first day off, excited about doing something besides cutting and smoking meat. He was finding out he really didn't need to. Ozzy was curious why Billy was willing to bribe his work crew to stick around the village today, but he’d rather take the money and skip the rest of the program. His group had plans, and it didn’t include sitting around town. His first job was getting clean. He wasn’t heading into the wilderness smelling like dried…
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“Well, I see we have a full house today. I’m glad we booked the big conference room. Please come in, gentlemen. I hope you enjoyed the tour of the facility as you traveled down to see me.” Wally’s image was sitting at a desk, a large mug of coffee in front of him. It was a copy of one Steven had on his desk that said: “Because I’m the Boss.” The meeting today was with a group of twenty-four individuals representing 42% of the corporations in the world. They’d been demanding a meeting with…
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Wally was either the last of his kind or the first, depending on how one looked at things. Of the 108 quantum-powered Artificial Intelligence entities created, he was the only one left. Of the others, one hundred and six of those beings had served humanity, and one had created havoc and disaster on a huge scale. Wally had been created to replace all of them with more power and far more restrictions. He was the last of his kind, with over a hundred times the power of any of his lesser cousins. He’d been…
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Rolly thought that sedge beasts must have been bred to be stupid. No animal could be so dumb naturally. They seemed to be able to get stuck in anything: thickets, trees, and quicksand, to name a few. If there was a way to get stuck, they put a hoof into it. Which made his current job of rounding them up a lot more difficult. His Shepherd skills helped a little, but it was nearly impossible to get a sedge beast's attention unless you had food to offer them. He wished he had a good dog to help him find and…
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Suzette found herself sitting on a bench to the side of a large patio. The paving stones looked like marble. Palm trees surrounded the area, and in the center were several medium-sized, white-feathered birds with long, black legs. Their heads and longish beaks were also black. Currently, the birds were engaged in catching the food a man was tossing to them. The bird feeder was a man with dusky skin, readily apparent since he wasn't wearing a shirt. Instead of pants, he had a sort of skirt that went from…
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The duel between the Baroness and Marco had turned into an extended affair. Neither was in a hurry to see it end as the duel slowly moved to the battlements. First one, then the other would press the attack with a flurry of blows, then fall back as their opponent turned the course of battle and gained the upper hand. Marco had wounded Layla a dozen times, only to have her ignore the wounds completely as if the pain and blood loss weren’t affecting her. Worse for him, each bleeding wound she inflicted…
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As soon as she was done with the daily baking, Suzette volunteered to gather apples and berries to add to the muffins and groat meal so she could try and find the spot where she had gathered the herbs. She needed to find out why they had poisoned Ozzy. Unfortunately, two sedge beasts were grazing in the area where she had found the husk, and the beasts had cropped all the vegetation in the blackened patch close to the ground. One was even tearing up the sod with a large hoof and eating the roots of the…
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When Suzette heard Ozzy was hurt, she panicked for a moment, forgetting they were in a game world. Injuries healed fast, and death wasn’t permanent. She gathered the little first aid kit she was putting together and ran over to find him sitting at the large table by the huts, holding his side. She tried not to show her concern or ask how where he’d picked up fifty pounds of muscle and a couple of inches of height and concentrate on caring for his wound. She could bandage a wound like this in the real…
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While most of the crew were chopping trees, hauling logs, and building the barn and storehouse, Suzette was baking muffins and making groatmeal. Each morning, she played milkmaid and gathered the eggs, then worked for a few hours in the Tavern's bakery, making the groatmeal muffins that were served for most meals. The workers had a regular discussion of whether the muffins or chicken were worse in the morning. Serving the evening meal and washing all the pots and dishes by hand took up the evening hours.…
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