William Jones
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The Fae Knight looked at the strange woman who had joined them. Only his eyes could be seen through his helmet, but they showed puzzlement. "We fixed it and made it better. Hollows are good. Poor, scared bunnykin and overworked ratkin can make a cozy place to live, make cheese, and other good things. Can Larry have the soup, too? With extra lentil beans? Larry likes lentil beans." Wistyburble glared at him, but her gaze seemed to slide right off and not affect him at all. Not so the Squire, who became…-
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A terrible ceremony was taking place in the Great Burrow of Her Majesty Wistyburble, The Under Rodent. One of her minions had been called into her presence to answer for their actions. This never went well for the minion. If she was annoyed enough to call you into her burrow, chances were pretty good you weren't walking or crawling back out. So it was with great fear that the dread necromancer Benny T. Bunny walked down through the levels of the dungeon not yet seen by any adventurer. Along the way, he…
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The Silver Sorceress nodded respectfully to the Baron and Baroness, then turned to Ben. "My service to you is you is now finished. When I think of a suitable favor your Baron can do me in return, I will inform you." Without waiting for a response, she stepped from the open window, eight stories above the cobblestones of the courtyard, and dropped out of sight. Billy turned to Ben, "What's this about a favor?" Ben shrugged. "She had the skills I needed for this adventure. She didn't want gold, just an…
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As Before closing the thick double doors, everyone was set to work bringing in as much fuel, food, and alcohol as could be quickly found. No one was taking chances that the storm would soon blow over. Outside, the task of sealing off rooms, boarding up broken windows, and setting new wards was left to the few Senior mages with either protective auras or high resistance to cold. A few of the naïve apprentices speculated that it would be a holiday of sorts, and they could at least catch up on their…
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High in the air above the Collegium of Arcane Runecasters and a half-mile to the south, Splinter descended carefully toward the inflatable dragon as it slowly rose to meet her. Maria was using her control of the winds to assist Ben in bringing the dragon alongside the smokejammer. When close, Ozzy cast out his chain to pull them together and anchored the balloon to the side. Damien was the first over the railing, bursting with excitement. "First a ride on a draconic sex toy, and now thermionically…
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Ozzy had two goals: Keep a tight hold on his bag and not let go of the rope he was dangling from. Nothing else mattered as he and the inflatable dragon tumbled through the sky, half deaf from the explosion and stunned by the force of it. He still had a good hold on each, but that was the only bright spot in this predicament. The balloon lost most of its hot air and buoyancy when they'd opened the rear valve and used it like a rocket to move away from the Ice Drake and the tower. Now, it was a limp…
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Baron Orlo Fallowstone, High Mage of the College of Arcane Runecasters, could only cringe in horror as the disaster unfurled. It began with the roar of a dragon so powerful that every mage in the Collegium quaked in fear and hid. The High Mage and other high-level professors fought through the fear and staggered to windows, needing to know what was happening. The storm was worse now, obscuring the tower itself except during the brief second when mana from the rift pulsed to the top and back down. No one…
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Ozzy looked up at the nearly inflated dragon. One more huff and puff should fill it up. The heat and air pressure were rising, and it was getting hard to force more hot smoke into it. Rolly had just come up from below and said Ben was looking at the last door, but everyone else was out. Hopefully, they could leave soon; this place was taking its toll on everyone. It wasn't just the loss of mana. He was still over half. The horrible feeling as it was sucked out of you added a level of mental trauma. And if…
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"OK, team, let's go over the mission again. And please remember that we are using code names for the rest of this operation." Ben was dressed in a red/black checkered suit and a Guy Fawkes mask. He was using the codename Jester. At some point, when going over the plan, he insisted on picking codenames for everyone. "Meatloaf?" "I drop first with my bag and aim for the tower. Why the codenames?" Ben glared at Ozzy. "Because I like codenames, and it will screw up some divination spells. Do you remember…
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The snow was coming down faster and faster. Ordo wondered what set of events had brought about an unexpected winter season. Winter had been rare these last hundred years. Part of this was the reverence that the Maple Priests had for the season and all of the creatures who made their home in the north. Spirits of Wind and Ice were held in high regard in their lands. The lands to the south didn't mind the loss, and the seasons cycled through spring, summer, fall, and only a week or two of cold before…
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