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It was a long walk from the senior officers’ quarters to the brig. Jeisa fiddled with a pad by the door, punching in a code only four people knew on the ship. This time, he ignored Leo’s inquisitive stare, making sure to shield the pad with his body. The human snorted as Jeisa jumped off the stool by the lock. The door hissed open, and Jeisa motioned him into the chamber beyond. If the rest of the ship was dark, the brig was flat out depressing. Red lights kept the dark at bay, barely, and t
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Coradiel’s eyes opened. For a moment, everything was okay. Songbirds chirped cheerfully outside his room. Warm and cosy under the covers, Arlo snored beside him… except Arlo didn’t snore. Emptiness dropped into him. Every effort to move was met with a minotaur on his chest. Beside him, Kaesi slept peacefully, her mind untroubled by the atrocity their companions had committed. He needed to get up. He needed to find a place to say his prayers. But what was the point? Lead weighed him down, an
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No, the loss of Leo's tongue happened years before this. Jeisa might be a slaver, but he doesn't mutilate people.
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We can only hope. One thing's for sure, this author enjoys breaking characters a little too much.
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The captives slept peacefully within Ngarin’s medical pods, cushioned by a gel that would heal most wounds. Jeisa had already been alerted to a major problem — one of the humans was missing their tongue. There was no chance of repairing the damage either; the Tiger’s Maw did not have the capability to clone what was left of the tongue as a prosthetic. Besides, such a process would take time they didn’t have. The male was damaged goods; it would be a miracle to successfully sell him, even to a Fa
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Oi! Quit using logic to predict the story!
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When there's a Lidikrys around, you know it's going to be trouble.
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“I’m telling you, it’s Foxglove!” Arlo leaned forward in his seat, nearly spilling his mug of whisky. Across the table, Kaesi stared back impassively, a mug of cider half as big as her head sitting before her. The mug was nearly empty — a fact that amazed Arlo almost as much as her blatant ignorance of the true threat to the town. “Okay, fine. Let’s say it’s Foxglove,” Kaesi said quietly, glancing around. The tavern was busy tonight. Everyone seemed to be out, sharing gossip about the murder
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Artillery struck outside. Screaming metal, explosive roars — Leo bolted out of his bed, rolling under the wooden frame. His heart echoed the thunder outside, thunder that retreated rapidly before dying out. There was no explosion — a premature shell? Leo tensed, waiting for the bang that would destroy his home- His home… he was home, not in the trenches. What the fuck was that sound then?! Cautiously, he crawled out from under his bed. Leo grabbed the baseball bat tucked away in his clos
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Unfortunately, this is a case where Chapter 1 has somehow posted before the Prologue. Hopefully when that posts, everything will be much clearer.
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“Any news from the Tiger’s Maw?” Jeisa rolled his eyes, not deigning to look at Ko’shaisi. The cutting out parties were always the worst; they had another three hours before they’d rendezvous with their ship and off-load the three captives this trip had collected. The white-furred tiger tinkered with a spool of wire, wrapping and unwrapping it. He sank in the chair, dwarfed in the ship that was designed for eight foot tall insectoids. Jeisa would be dwarfed anyway — his segal was a Faro who
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A survivor of the Great War is captured by aliens, along with his family. Does he have what it takes to protect the ones he loves, no matter the cost?
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Arlo rammed his rod down the musket’s muzzle. Staring through the door of the tiny shack squeezed between two tenements, he squinted into the darkness beyond. “Are you sure he’s-” The stench of death struck him, a weight of dread flooded him. That was definitely the same smell as the miasma from the sawmill. Beside him, Kaesi wrinkled her nose, and Coradiel gagged. The two unsheathed their blades and approached the Pillbug’s Pantry. “Who owns this shop?” Coradiel asked. “Um…” Arlo wracke
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“Insron and Sirio are confirmed dead. Kaesi is missing. There were signs of fire magic use, but no ash to imply the destruction of a body.” Annamentus Jivorus leaned forward in his chair. Stern eyes seared down the parchment before him. Standing on the other side of his desk, Ahlara shifted her weight back and forth. The repetitive motion drove Annamentus insane, but it wasn’t every day someone had to stand before him to give bad news. He allowed the motion. “Teams have already been dispatch
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“[Prestidigitation].” Arlo watched glumly as his whisky chilled in its glass. Five days it had taken. Five days to clear out Thistletop, from killing yeth hounds to disabling traps to wandering around looking for secret doors. A wagon-load of goods left Thistletop by the end of the week, rumbling to Sandpoint to form up with a caravan of traders heading back to Magnimar. This second trip had been simultaneously more and less comfortable than the first. Arlo and Coradiel had a larger tent to
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The Siege of Thistletop (Part Two)
Yeoldebard commented on Yeoldebard's story chapter in The Siege of Thistletop (Part Two)
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Their first descent was met with javelins. Coradiel worked a spear free of the wooden wall, inspecting the weapon. He grunted, snapping the wooden missile in half with a little effort. “Garbage,” the paladin decided. “Lethal garbage,” Arlo pointed out, fishing through his bag. Thankfully none of the goblins dared to charge up the stairs for fear of his musket. A musket that was far too long to use in this cramped space. “Here.” He pulled out a tiny mirror, holding it around the corner. F
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Five thousand gold. That was much more like it. Of course, Arlo had to hide most of that. He didn’t want everyone knowing he was suddenly rich beyond belief. But with all that money, Arlo had been able to enchant his musket with a distance enchantment. Even better, that left him with two thousand gold to spend on spells. Which, admittedly, only got him two Tier 2 spells. But that was two more than he’d had before. Arlo was one happy amurrun. Unfortunately, the good times couldn’t last. A
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You're going to love his Gun Chemist Alchemist then
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[Level up! Choose one class to gain your next level in]. Arlo panted heavily, leaning on his musket. Wiping dust and grime out of his face, the catfolk scanned his choices eagerly. The usual [Spellslinger] was there, along with his current [Arcanist] class. He’d have to wait. Arlo had no idea what they’d been fighting — some sort of mutated humanoid that had bitten Coradiel at least once. He’d almost call them zombies, but his [Disrupt Undead] cantrip did absolutely nothing to them. Seemingl
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The game aspects will always be there to an extent, but the gamey nature does tone down as the stakes become higher.
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It is! This is a journey through Pathfinder's Adventure Path, Rise of the Runelords, and part of a larger series where I take Arlo through several other Adventure Paths.
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He certainly has a lot of baggage to sort through before he's ready for a mutually fulfilling relationship.
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“May you always remind me freedom is not earned or given.” Coradiel’s prayers reached a fevered pitch as his hand blurred. “And may I inspire others to acts of kindness and beauty through my body, the temple of Arshea…!” Arlo stared at Coradiel as the half-elf lifted from the bed. Pearlescent beads shot through the air, and the catfolk shook his head. “People died here not more than a day ago,” he scolded. “How can you jack off knowing-” “Arlo…” Coradiel panted heavily, gulping for air. “A
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They didn’t leave the bedroom for several days. Arlo lost count of how many times they came, how often they jumped each other again. True to Coradiel’s word, the next time there were ropes. Ropes he let Arlo bind him with, ropes he let Arlo gag him with. Arlo was more than happy to be in control for once. But finally, a bell rang through the house. The amurrun’s ear flicked tiredly. He snored, snorted, cracked an eye open. And came face to face with the most gorgeous ass he’d ever seen.
