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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)
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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.
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Here's hoping it sticks.
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The City of Monuments rose before them. Sprawling slate rooftops clustered over marble roadways, exuding a richness Arlo was almost certain was unearned. Sounds of a waking city clamoured in his ears as they grew steadily closer to the gates. Alabaster walls rose high to the right of the road, blocking off the richest part of town from the common rabble. Even the Naos District, the section the caravan entered, was richly appointed, well maintained, with teams of mages combing the streets to di
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Here's hoping they can get past that and into a loving one.
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A wagon, he said. Two days tops to reach Magnimar with a wagon. So why did Arlo see at least ten other vehicles all lined up along Market Street? “Good news,” Coradiel grinned as Arlo stared at the caravan. “I got us about five hundred gold each for a round trip to Magnimar.” “Five hundred?” He took a deep breath. Rubbed his nose. “Are we the only ones guarding this thing?” “Of course not,” Coradiel scoffed. “There are a couple of archers riding along with us- uh… where’s your horse?”
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“The Old Light?” Brodert Quink shook his head slowly. “I’ve been trying to get inside it for years. No luck. If there are any old spellbooks in there, I’m afraid they’re lost to time.” “And that’s the only Thassilonian ruin nearby?” Arlo groaned. So much for that plan. How was he supposed to find whatever spellbook he was looking for now? “I’m afraid so,” Quink replied forlornly. “It’s nice to see someone who’s as excited about Thassilonian ruins as I. Maybe you can take a look around the Ol
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I am really enjoying writing them. Things might get a little strained at times, but they are a good pair.
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Dad always wanted him to go hunting. Arlo’s reply had always been along the lines of, “Over my dead body.” Well… they both got what they wanted, he supposed. He trailed behind Coradiel and Aldern, his musket slung over his shoulder. Tiny flickers of magic played over his fingers — his level in [Arcanist] had granted him a few Tier 0 spells to use at will. Like the prestidigitation he’d used to bathe this morning after the whole… thing… with Coradiel. He’d slept with a man. A naked man. Arl
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Levelling in the middle of a battle wasn’t exactly a smart idea. Levelling in a loud pub after celebrating a well earned victory? That was much more Arlo’s style. The catfolk drained a mug of stout from the Rusty Dragon. Tobyn’s corpse was safe, there hadn’t been any deaths in the guards, and he had a pocket paladin on call. Things were already looking up. Dropping the tankard with a thump, he flipped open his spellbook, quill in hand. Choosing a new class had been easy. [Spellslinger] had
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Thanks! I'm hoping to post one chapter a week starting Monday, with eighteen chapters already written out.
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A warmth filled the tavern. Not just from the light, but from the joviality of those inside, and not a little from the heated salmon and curry-covered rice Ameiko Kaijitsu, the tavern’s owner, had cooked up to celebrate the Swallowtail Festival. The sounds of the festival itself barely penetrated the chaos of the tavern. It took Ameiko Kaijitsu a few attempts to settle everyone down in a seat. “Alright! Has everyone gotten their free food outa me yet?” the golden tanned Tian-Min woman called
