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Yeah, but that requires another casting of Secluded Grimoire, and he needed that slot for Expeditious Retreat.
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Jakun crept through the house, golden eyes gleaming in the low light of night. He'd been waiting hours for Loran to fall asleep, and now he could put his plan in place. The catfolk would be dead if he stayed. He already knew that. Nine Hells, the only reason Loran kept him around was to use him in summoning skeletons for his human meat farm. Not any longer. The cat was escaping. He would not remain here, not after what the necromancer had forced him to do. It may have taken him nearly a
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Itumak growled at the new machine in frustration. It was all set up and ready to use, but they were missing one crucial piece. Ingredients. He had written down every food from Astara that he remembered, from roasted pigeon to laerisa, and added the recipes for every food that he could. But the device wasn’t recognising simple ingredients like apples or bread. The neko had read through the instructions that came with it, thinking that there had to be a way to fix the problem. Which had
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Well, there is a feat called silent spell, which allows you to cast without vocal components. But without that feat, a silent spell is not happening. It's the reason so many fantasy jails have a silence spell on them.
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Two horses walked slowly down the winding road, nervously staring at the dozens of mindless undead in the fields around them. Their riders were none too happy with the zombies either. "They profane the dead to farm? I always heard of zombie plantations, but seeing them for myself…" Jeremy Fairchild tucked his holy symbol of Cayden Cailean into his shirt. The Gebbites were a nation of evil, and though he and Amnor Sen were only passing through, they didn't want to cause any problems by wa
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Burning agony lanced through the neko's body. Jakun's mouth was stuck open, screaming hoarsely. "The scroll. I want the scroll." His master jabbed a needle into a dried eyeball, staring at Jakun. A fresh wave of pain washed through Jakun, his body collapsing in the chains he hung from. Agony. Burning pain lancing through him. The catfolk screamed again, his body arching. He babbled incoherently, trying to speak around the block his master had put on his voice. He'd do anything… say a
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Amnor Sen and Jeremy are out to save the world. Traveling to the Worldwound far to the north, they are delayed by the discovery of a runaway slave in the undead land of Geb. Now the two must deal with the slave, while continuing on their way north. Jakun is a cat on the run. Forced by his master to commit the most heinous of crimes, he flees, only to be caught by a paladin and a cleric. Will he be returned to his master? Or can his captors free him from his evil owner?
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Thanks I took a bit if a break to work on some things, and I feel my writing is better for it.
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The car pulled up to the house, Jordan looking up at the sky in concern. They had thirty minutes at best before the moon would rise. Damian stopped the two before they got out of the car. "I'm sorry for putting you both through this," he said quietly. "You put us through nothing Damian. It's not your fault mei esul's mate is a bigoted akerasel," Lysander replied. "You're taking Dylan on our walk tonight, right?" "You want me to go with you?" "I'm not leaving either of you alo
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Unpleasant and Unexpected
Yeoldebard commented on Nightlit's story chapter in Unpleasant and Unexpected
I always loved this genre of story, and ti have one with presumably LGBT protagonists is awesome! Here's hoping no one dies... too fast... -
In my experience as a pathfinder player, elves absolutely do. At least these elves have a reason, misguided though they are.
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Gwin kept a hand on the pommel of one of her swords, looking around nervously. This place was out of her league. The gnome was used to the woods, to hunting animals, not trying to navigate through the slums. "'Ey, why the stern looks?" a drunk man slurred, stumbling in front of the group. Gwin fidgeted slightly, but Orain stepped up first. "Temple business," she said sharply, tossing a coin at the man. "By the gods…" The man held up the gold coin, sobering nearly instantly.
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Yeah, I kinda agree. The idea was to have a fade to black moment and pick up at the start of the next story.
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Sometimes it helps to have a friend to smack you in the head. Looks like Stratos could've had a V8 😛
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The fox was gay. He was almost certain of it. Jacob wasn't sure how to handle that information. Should he call Gaius out? Pretend the kitsune hadn't popped wood while laying on him? Maybe he wasn't gay. Maybe it was just the fact there was a body under him. Jacob had to admit it had felt kind of nice having a body covering him. He let out a quiet sigh, running a cloth over his sword. Laura- no, Elliot, he reminded himself- had agreed to meet him here twenty minutes ago. Jacob had already run
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Ink stained Hope's fingers, the quill in his hand shaking slightly as he copied the letter onto a sheet of parchment. He had never had to write before, and it showed. "Huh, I guess we're back. That was… what, a week?" he muttered. Ink dripped from his quill, splattering the parchment, and Hope cursed quietly. "Eilthairi," he murmured, energy rushing from his hand and onto the parchment. The ink vanished, the parchment blank once more. It was the only big spell in the tiefling's b
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A gnome with a racial hatred. A guild with an axe to grind. Separated by circumstance, Elluin and Hope must deal with their issues alone. But perhaps new friends can even the odds. Their lives may very well hang in the balance.
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Hmm, playing two angles at once without realising it? I'm surprised, usually Stratos seems very in tune with Gemini's emotions.
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Sounds like someone needs a new career. And a new obsession. Why mess with someone who is so obviously not meant for you? Leon should just quit while he's still ahead. Sort of...
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For once the Adventurers Guild was nearly empty. Hope stood before the quest board, taking in the numerous problems people around the town were facing. Anything from another request to find a ring, to a tribe of gnolls encroaching on the town. There was even a post asking for workers to help with a tavern that was going up a couple hours out of Cadara. The tiefling shook his head with a sigh. The only job that seemed to pay somewhat well was a hunt for a werewolf that had been seen near the
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The wolf rolled around on the bed, his fur leaving trails that fell from the mattress. It was childish, he knew, but he had been stuck inside for the last three days. With the full moon finally ending, his body was reverting back to his elf form. Elluin was free once more. Panting in a pile of fur, the skinwalker shivered in the cold room. He rolled out of bed and began dressing, looking at the leftover fur in disgust. The wolf's mind always seemed so malevolent. The only reason he had been
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I absolutely cannot wait to see where this story goes already. Here's hoping that demon called writer's block stays far away
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Elluin sat at a table, a mug of ale in front of him. Supposedly the tavern special. He doubted it was that special. You drink one watered down city tavern ale, you’ve drunk them all. His finger circled over the cup idly as he stared at Hope from across the room. A small beam of frost cooled the mug for him, a magic hand of force stirring the contents. The elf's ribs still burned, a simple injury, but one that was still painful. Hope still seemed rather shocked as he carried a mug toward
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The South Gate of Cadara was a welcome sight in the predawn twilight. Standing as a tall, silent guardian, its portcullis barred entrance to the city, none permitted within during the night hours. A large stone wall ran the perimeter of the city, strong and tall. No monsters could breach the barrier, not that many had tried. Hope stared at the gate as the wagon pulled to a stop in front of it. They had ten minutes to wait before bells would ring, calling for the city to wake up. Pulling his
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It is a made up language. I've been using it for various stories, you can see it in my furry stories as well as this series.
