William Jones
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Aliester was going from house to house in the wee hours of the morning. As each family packed up their belongings and animals and joined the line of carts moving down the road he began to seal off their homes. The ritual of Hermetic Sealing would protect them from random thieving and pillaging. It wouldn't stop a fireball or other destructive magics, but it was the best he could do. Things were far busier in the village than he had expected. Too many families had waited until the last minute. The ACME…-
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"You look like a four-day old carcass that even the vultures won't eat, son. What the hell did you get up to? Not that you have to tell me, you being in charge and all. Old Joe just gets a might curious as he slaves away here in the pit while you go galivanting off with dwarves, bugs, and strange women." "Not with the women again. Ben gives me enough shit as is. Not my fault that barbarian was drunk and horny." "Barbarian? I was talking about the out-worlder serving drinks in the tavern." "Out-worlder?…
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More decisions. Suzette had wanted a nice easy dungeon run and a couple of hundred EP in Agility. Now she needed to spend 1800 EP and another 15 CSP. Not a bad thing, but she felt rushed. The morning was coming up fast. Taking a deep breath, she quit thinking about hidden classes, going to a higher tier, or things she couldn't contol. There were a lot of things in her life that she couldn't control, she was used to it. Ignore those things, simplify the problem, enjoy life. She whispered that mantra a few…
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"What do you think? Try to raise radiance? Or spend points on skills?" If Mudhead had an opinion on things, he was being stubborn and not telling anyone. Ben had run over to the livery stables to try and catch Mattias before he left, but the old courier and Beatrice had already headed out. He'd left Ben a note, and a key. " Ben would miss him, as well as Beatrice. For now, he'd have to figure things out on his own. He dearly wished he knew more about what his new class would bring. He wanted…
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"This is like an early Christmas, Squirmie! I can afford to buy "But Squirmie! Chocolate pudding! Have you ever had chocolate pudding? Think of the pudding! " "Yep. Well, most of them. I had some a few left over." "Fine, let's look at agility. If I dump all 1500 EP to AGI, I can get to level 6, if I also spend a point to increase the cap. Then if I spend 4 CSP I can raise it to 8, and finish it off at 10 using two of my free increases from my classe. See? Easy peasy. That leaves more than 10 points for…
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Ozzy looked at the oncoming horde of fur and teeth, then turned and grabbed Ben. "UP! Get in the rafters!" Ben got the idea immediately. Ozzy bent to form a saddle out of his hands. Ben stepped into it and Ozzy heaved him towards the ceiling. Ben slammed into the ceiling and rebounded onto a rafter, stunned. Squirmie grabbed Rolly, his six legs biting into his pet and drawing blood. Squirmie wasn't worried, Rolly healed quickly. He tried to replicate Ozzy's slam into the ceiling, but Rolly was too heavy.…
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The morning workers meeting didn't last long. Most of the workers were shouting questions at Billy about the upcoming war, but he simply made a quick statement that amounted to "Stay out of the way, keep inside the barracks, and it will all be over pretty quickly and you can get back to work." After that he left to talk with the mercenaries camped next to town. Ozzy didn't like the feel of things. Not enough people in town, Billy was grumbling about Vern, Vern was barely around. He hadn't seen much of…
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Hermes, Leader of the Order of the Golden Dawn, Patron Saint of Paradox and Contradiction, and God of all things cool, sniffed the air, smelling something delicious. Someone has been cooking! Logically that meant they needed someone to eat their cooking. This was a major responsibility that could not be delegated to lesser beings. He must take the burden upon himself! Following his nose, he came to a large kitchen. Had this been a library last week? Hard to say; things moved around so much. He was…
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"This is so cool!" Rolly was extremely excited as they entered the dungeon. "Squirmie and I really crave adventuring. Right Squirmie?" Ben paused for a moment. "It's not quite that bad. We certainly do all of that. But we are killing evil creatures, the bad guys, and that keeps them from overflowing the dungeons." Ozzy was starting down the hallway, his polearm in hand. "Philosophy discussions later; kill rats now before they kill us.” The rest of the group got quiet and followed him; Ben and Rolly a…
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Life in the Emperor's Legion, as described by the recruiter, was ' Legionnaire Christos thought about this as he once again guarded the south gate of the keep. He was starting his fifth year and was still waiting for the confident knowledge to help get him out of bed in the morning. By contrast, an older legionnaire had told him that time in the Legion consisted of 99% boredom and 1% terror. Considering he spent 99% of the time guarding the south gate and being bored, he felt there was some truth in…
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