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Sucking in a deep breath, Leo stepped off the edge of the pool. He sank like a stone in the frigid water. An experimental snort produced no air bubbles, and Leo frowned. His foot touched the cold bottom, and Leo kicked off with a heavy shove. Breaking the surface of the water, he lunged for the side of the pool. Leo’s feet kicked in a passable imitation of the Egaro he could see treading water on the far end of the pool. His body shuddered as he clung to the pool’s edge, and his eyes swept aro
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There were no cheers. No “Congratulations, you just survived a wight!”. David was thoroughly unimpressed with the cold reception. Sure, the rangers now had to bury five of their own, not to mention the countless ogres that needed burning. To make matters worse, Jakardos was already in talks with Arlo, trying to convince the mage to lead the party north to Hook Mountain, to verify that the ogre threat was dealt with for good. Knowing Arlo, David didn’t doubt there was more fighting to come. So
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“My spellbook.” Arlo sighed as he stepped through the north gate of Fort Rannick. The dam was clear, Turtleback Ferry was saved. You’d think he’d get some sort of thank you. Nope. Just a mage demanding her spells back. “I will speak with Commander Jakardos. He will decide when you may have your book back. After I’ve copied the spells I don’t have. If you help me with that, maybe the commander will be more lenient,” Arlo said, passing Lyrie. “After all, you were just… what, trying to destroy
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“Excuse me?” “You heard us. You’re going to the spa with Leo.” Jeisa stared at Lydia in shock. The spa? He’d never been to the spa before. What would he even do there? He just knew he was going to pass out the second someone touched his back. This was a horrible idea. “All three of us pitched in. You don’t even have to pay for it. And we already got your appointments booked for two hours from now, so we’ll be really upset if you don’t go,” Lydia added. They were up to something. It was t
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The hike to the dam took much of the morning. Ten miles out, climbing up a steep hill in the pouring rain, slipping and sliding through layers of mud the whole way. David was a mess by the time they reached the stairs. The cambion stared at the “stairs”. Nearly a metre a step, they were clearly designed for giants. A lovely sign of things to come. They climbed almost sixty metres straight up. Hundreds of poles lined the stairway at irregular intervals, each decorated with a different skull ins
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Coradiel threw himself to the side. Rolling through the dirt as the ogre reclaimed his hook, the paladin brought his estoc up. A bullet struck the ogre. An arrow struck the ogre. He brushed both off. Towering over Coradiel, the beast brought his hook down. Coradiel rolled again, just dodging the strike. One hit from this creature and it was all over. It left Coradiel on the back foot — he couldn’t attack when he was desperately trying to avoid getting hit. They weren’t playing by the same rule
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Jeisa sighed with relief as he boarded the Tiger’s Claw. All around him, the Tiger’s Maw groaned with the strain of deceleration. It was echoed by the giddy chatter of three Egaro as they piled in after him. Bringing up the tail end, Leo seemed less enthused about the upcoming expedition. Things had been frosty between the two since they’d finally had sex. Jeisa had hoped it would change something — anything — but Leo didn’t seem to care that he’d claimed Jeisa’s virginity. Like he’d said, it
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After. I think. Probably. Been a while
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“Assume they know everything.” Arlo stared at the messy sketch that was their only map of Fort Rannick and the surrounding areas. He pointed out the eagle aerie above the fort. “There will probably be ogres up here, assuming they have a mage. Tsuto, Shalelu, do you think you can fight anything off up there? We could use the support.” “Consider it done,” Shalelu said. “Great. I’ll cast [Fly] on both of you. Tsuto will have [Mage Armour] on him as well. Team L will take the tunnels. That’s
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David downed another mug of ale. Slamming it on the table, the cambion followed it with his head, thumping against the red cedar surface. “Ow.” Yet it did little to clear the images swimming in his mind. “Another round for my friend here,” Orik called, patting David’s back. “Don’t have money,” David grumbled. His hand ran over the new belt he’d nicked off their first ogre. Arlo had identified it as a Belt of Giant’s Strength. David just wished it was strong enough to remove these memor
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Hopefully they can break out of it, and sooner, rather than later.
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Matyáš seemed disappointed by the news he wouldn’t get to murder someone. The Lidikrys looked positively devastated as Jeisa left his lounge. Jeisa would hate to be the next person to cross Matyáš’ path. He hoped for their sake that they were someone important. Heading back to his cabin, Jeisa paused at the entrance to the senior officers’ quarters. He couldn’t go back in there. Not yet. Not now. Part of him was still pissed at the human. Part of him regretted his treatment of Leo. And part of
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The firepelt led them down an overgrown path, nipping and tugging at Arlo’s cloak as he led the way. The amurrun’s musket swept a wide arc before him, and his ears strained to hear any sound of approaching enemies. It took only a few minutes to reach the end of the trail. Two buildings stood in a large clearing, nearly a hundred feet apart. A diseased cornfield sat near one of the buildings, with locusts and gnats galore eating at the rotten fruit. A decaying farmhouse sat to the group’s left,
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The wagon sloshed into Turtleback Ferry. Already the Skull River swelled in its banks, adding to the water that threatened to sweep Turtleback Ferry away. Curious eyes peered at the newcomers from every corner of the small town. It didn’t take long for the constant stares to make Arlo uncomfortable. At least they had money for an inn tonight. Shalelu had brought down a buck during their lunch break. Nearly eighty pounds of meat sat in the back of the wagon, ready to be sold to the townsfolk in
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Most hybrids do tend to be sterile. It wouldn't surprise me if Jeisa was the same.
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“It’s called a book. You open the file, and you can read about all kinds of things.” Leo growled at the tiger manipulating his tablet. He couldn’t speak without it, and Jeisa had just taken it away like he didn’t care. For all Leo knew, he didn’t care. He’d been on the ship for… he didn’t know how long. Days? A week? Longer? Leo hadn’t figured out Jeisa’s sleep cycle yet. It was like he was back in the army, catching sleep whenever he could. More often than not, he and Jeisa were squeezed in
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“Done.” Arlo blotted the ink dry on the parchment before him. Neat letters lined nearly every inch of the page, detailing, in no uncertain terms, David’s obligations to himself and Coradiel. Two thousand gold had been counted out — nearly the last of their money. They’d be lucky to afford a room in Turtleback Ferry at this rate. Their schedule had changed; they would now be skipping a few towns and hunting more desperately for food in the wild. He supposed he should be happy the halfling was
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Their wheel broke. Arlo knew it could happen. He even knew it was likely to happen given his luck. But still, a wheel cracking apart while rain poured down around them was the worst thing that could happen to them. Thankfully for the group, they had a mage with them. Unfortunately, the mage had to hide under the wagon, flipping frantically through his book for the right spell, while praying to… someone, that his spellbook wouldn’t get wet. A waterproof enchantment hadn’t been on his mind w
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Leo passed the picture of rice and beef onto the last sign. He looked around the brig slowly, making sure everyone had gotten the right image on their panels. Everyone still looked miserable, but the cells were clean, and the room no longer smelled like refuse. It was a step in the right direction, but Leo knew he could do more. “Are we finished here?” Jeisa leaned against the wall, watching Leo’s travel around the room. Leo got the distinct feeling that the tiger was annoyed with him. But the
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They entered Wartle on the third day of travel. Wheels sank in the muddy road. It was only due to the Lighten Object enchantment that the wagon didn’t get mired down. To the south, the Mushfens sprawled beyond the Yondabakari River. To the north, a separate river drained Ember Lake into the Yondabakari, with the result that much of Wartle was built on stilts. Passing through the town, such as it was, Arlo found himself grateful for what little comfort they could provide. The last three days
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They left early the next morning. Arlo’s light guided a cart pulled by Jack and Diane through the dark city. In the back, Tsuto and Orik sat, feet and arms bound. It was a stipulation insisted on by the guards — neither would be freed from their bonds until they were at least thirty kilometres from the city. Arlo figured that meant the first night. A shadow crossed their path. Coradiel pulled up, and Arlo lifted his staff, shedding light on the person before them. “Shalelu?” Coradiel deman
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Leo was crying. Jeisa had no idea how to deal with crying. Yelling, sure, screaming, yeah. Physical violence? He had his remote for that. But crying? Over physical contact? Jeisa did the only thing he could think of. He left the room. The tiger lay in Ngarin’s office, watching a bar pass back and forth over his head. He didn’t know how many times the stupid thing had to pass by him — wasn’t once enough? But no, it must have been thirty times by now. At this point, all it was doing was addi
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Arlo gasped. Air flooded lungs. Blood began flowing. His entire body erupted in pins and needles. Arlo whimpered, curling in on himself. “Arlo…” Agony engulfed his body. A weight pressed down on him, arms wrapped around him. “Get off him…” His ears flicked. His nose flooded with smells. One male… two females… aiuvarin… humans…. He gulped down more air, and his eyes opened. Light stabbed into him. Arlo cried out, shutting his eyes against the glow. It vanished, plunging the world into
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The piling was empty. Coradiel was certain of it. He’d circled the massive support a dozen times now. Unfriendly eyes stared at him as he ran a hand over the grimy rock that held the Irespan up. Nearly a hundred paces around, it held plenty of secret hiding spots, and yet there was no sign of Arlo. No body, no urn, nothing. Was he supposed to leave the rest of the money first? That didn’t seem right. If he did that, what would stop the thief from stealing the gold and never returning Arlo to
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I would agree... except the captain of the ship is Jeisa's segal. Matyas acts as the quartermaster, though he is in charge of the whole operation. It's smoke and mirrors to keep people from freaking out when an imperial warship pops out of witchspace, as the Lidikrys call it.
