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I don't think the Gebbites are too intent on being honest with their customers.
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Run run little deer. Show the alpha who's the fastest ❤️ I absolutely loved their race. I remember the feeling of speed, of being on top of the world when you're racing. I really need to start running again. Then Eike came up. Can someone please kill him already? Just... let him get hit by a car in wolf form, see how he likes dealing with what deer go through.
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Something something law of hospitality and politeness...
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I think I've seen it both ways tbh.
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Wands generally hold about fifty charges when they are created. It's still a good amount, a month's worth of summons for Jakun. But eventually, yes, the wand would be rendered somewhat useless, as there is no way to recharge a wand. That doesn't mean discharged wands don't have their uses, however. If I remember correctly, a spent wand is the material component to a rather powerful spell.
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Oh, I think there's a plan for that. Amnor Sen can't do anything about the law, but Jeremy is chaotic good. More than that, he worships the god of freedom, and draws his powers from that god. He's practically forced to free Jakun, one way or another.
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Nope! Which means a certain necromancer has been skirting just on the edge of the law.
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Amnor Sen is nothing if not a paladin, and he is required to do what is both good and lawful. Unlike hellknights though, his law is mutable, generally following the tenets of a god, or, failing that, following the law of the land he is in. So in Geb, a land where undead slavery is not only expected, it is in fact a law that all slaves be undead, he is required to follow the law or risk losing his connection to Shelyn, and becoming a fallen paladin. There is considerable leeway in how he can interpret the law, but the fact of the matter is he cannot allow a runaway slave to go free.
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It's a bit of both, actually. Jakun was created as a cross between a summoner and an arcanist. The summoner does exactly what it says, it summons. Undead summons in Jakun's case. The Arcanist is the more wizard type of class, giving Jakun his spell book and non conjuration spells. Tl;dr, Jakun is a nekromancer who can summon undead cats, which means he is certainly not a traditional necromancer.
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Exactly! Now you're thinking like a sustainable necromancer ❤️
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Brains for the zombies, blood for the vampires, meat for other undead. It's a very efficient system
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It always amazes me how often virgins are mated with such force. I can definitely understand the draw of forceful sex, and both Lysander and Jordan have enjoyed it themselves. But Damian certainly could benefit from some practice.
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WULFRIN Skins peppered the counter, several garlic cloves waiting for the knife. Wulfrin was always nervous the eve of a fight, and tonight was no different. Cooking allowed him to focus on something other than his possible death, and trading recipes with Svetlana meant the fighters would be well fed by the time the fight came. The gnome stood on a wooden crate, his dagger slicing one handed as he held the current clove with the other. He could see Svetlana working on a wine bas
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His change was definitely not easy. It is a mark of Jordan as a person that he is able to look past his own past and do what is right for Damian and Lysander, as hard as it can be at times. There are not many neko werewolves running around. Hopefully they can find condoms that will work for both werewolves and nekos. That, or wait until Damian is actually a werewolf before getting that sweet, sweet blowjob.
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“I got dinner cooking. It should be ready in a few minutes,” Damian said, dropping onto the couch beside Jordan. “Plenty of time for you two to eat before shifting.” Jordan leaned against his mate tiredly, letting out a halfhearted cheer. Dylan babbled on the floor in front of them, the neko’s arms and legs wriggling randomly as he lay on his stomach. Dinner filled the air already, squab and pheasant cooking up with a cranberry laerisa side, and Jordan’s mouth was already watering. “Ac
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ELIAS Dust filled the air as horses walked along the South Rostland Road. Twenty eight people travelled together, spread out over a long trail, and their mounts laboured noisily, nickering softly to each other as hooves clomped over the hard packed dirt. Elias rode beside a tall human at the head of the company, stealing the occasional glance at the captain of the Rostland Wolves, the band of mercenaries Jamandi Aldori had purchased to help cleanse the stolen lands. Kesten Gares
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Snow fell in swirls, billowing and frigid. Lapis shivered as ice settled on his hood, his breath obscuring his vision. But he would not falter. Blood stained his clothes, bear and owlbear alike. Beside him, Khemet soldiered on, barely healed cuts not slowing the giant cat down. Lapis felt anger wash over him every time he saw the wounds, but he was the only one who could heal the injuries properly, and if he did that, he wouldn’t have the energy to support his other companions. But after th
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Levels in Eldritch Scoundrel say you're probably right.
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HOPE “Money talks. I’d start there.” Hope leaned against a wooden post, his feline ears listening over the crackling of a bonfire. His companions sat around a small table, cards down and silver up for the taking. The village of Nivakta’s Crossing in Brevoy was small, unimportant in the grand scheme of things. A wooden palisade ran around it, offering basic protection from wildlife, but it did nothing to defend against bandits stealing through the night and gathering valuabl
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It's interesting to see the change in Walter. I suppose stepping down as the beta and taking a job as a teacher would be seen as a demotion in his wolf's mind, even if the human mind doesn't see it like that. And I am absolutely on the edge of my seat for Kieran and Arric to finally tie the knot, literally.
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“I’m surprised you invited the Thuvian along for this hunt.” Faes frowned at the dark skinned ranger who was scouting ahead with his dog. He acted like everything was an ambush. It was a sound strategy, in enemy territory. But they were barely three hours from Ismenia, on their way to a hunting lodge. Monsters were appearing all across the barony, and the half orc Kassil had suggested hosting a hunt in the middle of winter to deal with them. Among the guests, he had insisted on including me
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Oh, there's no chance of the three splitting; they are definitely mates. But the way Jordan was turned, without knowing what was happening, made him determined to never change another wolf. So now he's struggling with either keeping that vow and missing out on bonding with his mates, or turning Damian into the very beast Jordan said he would never have a hand in creating.
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JASON Bags settled into the back of the car, and Richard turned to help his son. “So… it’s like a day of prayer for the dead?” he questioned, adjusting the bags to make room for Jason’s load. The neko shrugged helplessly, reaching for his phone once his hands were free. “More of a memorial. I think Dylan might pray to the gods, but that’s more of a personal thing.” “And you need me to keep Devyn out of your room?” Richard continued. “You realize you’re missing ano
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Damn, that's a lot of heat for one chapter. It's always fun to put a beta in charge of a relationship, and Kieran and Arric are going to have a heck of a time trying to figure out that balance. I think Hauser is probably relieved to have such a long sentence. He needs this punishment as an atonement for his actions.
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Oh, Damian hasn't been turned yet. They're just discussing how he will be turned in three days time.
