William Jones
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Squirmie was full. So full! His pet had been amazing. Every chance he had his pet had gorged himself on high mana foods. The dark mana was especially nourishing for him. And the battle! Giving his pet access to his own abilities while he was using it as an incubator had been the right choice. Not only was his pet adept at using his scything talons, but it had taken a special ability that synchronized with his own. This had led to a surprising message. Congratulations! By working together, you and your…-
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The pile of smoking debris formerly known as the barn wasn't done burning, but everyone was anxious to see if they could clear down to the loot chest. They had all got the notifications of the Daemon's death, so they weren't too worried about it still being a threat. Still, they were cautious as they started pulling half burnt logs from the pile. Logs went to one side and got buckets of water thrown over them. The charcoal and still glowing coals were shoveled into large piles and covered with dirt under…
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"So, I died - very painfully, and it totally took me by surprise. I didn't expect my little cantrip to piss off the Daemon so much. I didn't know about the whole light vs dark war that goes on from time to time. Made a target of myself. Wait, I haven't told you about the whole light/dark thing yet, have I?" Ozzy laughed, "Nope, but trust me, I got filled in when it was my turn to die." "Oh crap, did they try to recruit you too? The light was spamming me with messages, but eventually it stopped and I got…
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Vern was enjoying himself. Nice to be away from endless meetings with the higher ups, or countless sessions checking up on the various teams in the field to keep them on their toes. Nice to just sit and drink a few beers in front of a roaring fire. A very, very, big, roaring fire. The barn and smokehouse were now a huge pile of charcoal that was slowly burning down. It would take another couple of days to burn out. The other thing Vern was enjoying was the distinct lack of brown nosers. He'd had a long…
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You have died. Take your pick from A) Explosion Damage B) Standing in Fire until you are toast. C) Alcohol Poisoning from superheated Dwarven Whiskey. As always, you have options for the next few hours: -Log out and rejoin the real world. (Over-rated and will cost you 1 SP as you are a Contract Worker.) -Browse the Global Data Net for information. (Also costing you 1 SP.) -Play vintage video games. We'll pick ones you are good at so you can feel like a winner. -Review your notifications. This wasn't…
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Timmy turned with a huge smile. "A Big Boss for a change! We have the video running Joe?" "Had it going from the time we made plans in the inn. I'll edit the boring shit later and send it off." Joseph bent and tapped Ozzy on the head, tossing him a small healing spell. "Wakey, Wakey, Mr. Butcher. You're safe, and Sir Timothy is going to go smite that monster. Can you fill us in on any details?" Ozzy shook his head and stood up. "Monster? Something killed the chickens and hit me." Louie nocked an arrow.…
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Rat killing had been uneventful. The tavern keeper, Derek, had taken the group down to the basement where he brewed beer, and from there to an old door that led to a long narrow room filled with broken barrels, smashed tables and chairs missing their legs. It looked like generations of tavern keepers had put things down here with the idea they'd get around to fixing things eventually. Derek explained there were a lot of cracks in the walls. It was old construction the current tavern had been built on top…
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Sir Timothy of Atheldurst, aka 'TIMMYthewonderboy34', rode into Sedgewick with his squire and three men-at-arms. They rode slowly and smiled a lot, politely inquiring about an inn and stable for their mounts. Finding the inn, they paid for stabling and tipped the boy caring for their horses, then rented rooms for the next two weeks, paying for both food and lodging up front. Timmy had decided to play his visit polite and low-key, not wanting to have people link him with the group at the tavern the night…
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"You are certain that this will stem the tide of darkness that seeks to engulf our fair land and muddy the tides of magic?" The speaker was a tall, handsome man clad in golden armor that looked like it had never seen combat. Which it might not have. High Paladin Agravaine had been 'busy down south, smiting evil' during the war here in the North. He had made a habit out of missing the great battles of the day and was generally busy in the capital with one thing or another. Agravaine was speaking to a…
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Jorges waited until Billy walked away before gathering folks together. "You heard the man. He wants a road, and he put me in charge. We're going to build a road from here back to Sedgewick and none of this 'detour' and 'curve' crap. Proper roads go straight." "Dexter, take a crew of 5 people. I want a 60' tall pole put up with a mirror pointed in this direction, and a lit lantern. On this end I need a platform that's 3' square at the top and 20' high. You, get a few thousand feet of twine and some bright…
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