William Jones
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10
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An hour of hard work by two strong men filled the hungry chains of the charnel pit with the carcasses of slaughtered sedge beasts. Thick smoke filled the building that would have choked anyone addicted to breathing normal air. The charnel pit, frantic at first at Ozzy's return, began to calm down. With every breath, he left his mark on the building as his smoke coated the chains, turning them from a greenish silver to a dark black. He hauled down one of the fully smoked beasts, tore off a leg, and tossed…-
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It was Lord Hound who spotted the ship first. He came into the tavern, slamming open the door and barking at 'Bob' who was sitting with 'Harry' and 'Selma' enjoying a casual lunch. Suzette's tavern had become a popular place for certain people to come and not be Lords of the Fae for an hour or two. The unofficial rules laid down in each of their lands forbid disturbances. Bob had made no such rule for Lord Hound. He knew the Hound would ignore the rule, which would be embarrassing. Selma (known elsewhere…
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Ozzy was still light-headed even hours after they dropped into the Conjunction. New ideas were running through his head, and trying to find a home. Eventually, it all settled down. As Joe and Old Smoke had warned him, things were a little different now. Your travels in the smoke have changed you and gifted you with the ability to store heat in your furnace. There are advantages and downsides to this. Some types of magic will work poorly against you, and some will have a greater effect. Let's say that…
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"Aaaahhhh!! Dammit." Woodrat yelled as the "Didn't I warn you about those things?" Joe was standing next to Woodrat, one of the three people on the ship not attached to a safety chain. Mariah, Joe, and Old Smoke walked around the ship as if its movements didn't affect them at all. Everyone else held on as if their lives depended on it, which they did. "Up here, those fluffy white things aren't hot smoke. They have a lot of wetness and will steal the heat from the hull. Even those little, wispy ones can…
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Mcteeth screamed as he fell into the Demonic Statue's belly and screamed again as he realized he was falling much further beneath the city. His screams alerted two ghouls that were looking for scraps nearby. They'd been trapped in this small part of the underground and looking for food for over a hundred years, but they were certain that they would find something to eat if they checked each nook and cranny of this small cave once again. It was an understatement to say they were overjoyed when a sack of…
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"I am very sorry, my new friends, but I can't take less than 50 gold each for these fine horses. I am taking them to the monthly market in Hurlsford, where I can surely receive a fair price of over 75 gold each. Look at those legs! They go all the way to the ground with a lovely white stocking around each one. You don't find elven-bred quarter horses this side of the mountains! It was a stroke of luck that I was in a position to aid Lady Glitterluck and be rewarded with them. It pains me to think about…
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Ghastful predators stalked the night in Hungrytown. Gravestones overturned as the restless dead emerged, heading the call of more powerful monsters to come forth. Ghouls emerged from their crypts, no longer content to chew on old bones. Tonight was special. A creature of hunger and death had emerged from where it had been chained below the ground. Atop one of the larger tombs, a Dreadwulf had appeared. Its howls summoned the lesser creatures and infected them with its hunger, for such creatures were…
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Sonya Thornfist, battle-druid of the Emerald Reavers guild, looked around the table, judging whether her peers had a consensus. "I seek your opinions as council members of our guild on our next course of action." No one was paying attention, and Sonya vowed never again to hold a 'working lunch' at the local tavern. Most of them were here for a free lunch at guild expense. Four people were still looking at the all-you-can-eat menu and figuring out which of the four items to order. Today's menu items were…
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Sonya Thornfist, battle-druid of the Emerald Reavers guild, looked around the table, judging whether her peers had a consensus. "I seek your opinions as council members of our guild on our next course of action." No one was paying attention, and Sonya vowed never again to hold a 'working lunch' at the local tavern. Most of them were here for a free lunch at guild expense. Four people were still looking at the all-you-can-eat menu and figuring out which of the four items to order. Today's menu items were…
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The sun peeked over the horizon, spreading its light over a world that wanted another half-hour sleep. Or so Captain Bernice always assumed, based on how her troops moaned each day. The Red Banner Mercenary Company was warm and toasty in their bedrolls, clustered in squads around the ashes of their campfires. The night guards were up, of course. They had been on duty since midnight and were eager to turn over their watch to the next four men and get food from the cook. By tradition and the Captain's…
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