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I believe it is the fact that Loran has been casting permanency on the summons. His animated undead would crumble, but they would still have to deal with the summoned army.
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Mainly because the land they are in is a necromancer haven and if they kill him, all the undead working the fields would turn on the group. It would be suicide.
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They were free! Well not exactly free, but Jakun was no longer under the control of the necromancer. 'Free but still mute. Free but the bastard who did this to us still breathes…' Anya growled in his head. "We need to go to Mechitar," Jeremy urged as they walked away from the necromancer's plantation. "I know. But that's almost a hundred miles away, and the horses can't carry us all. So keep your pants on," Amnor Sen sighed. 'If they can find someone to free my voice in Mechitar,
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The first thing he noticed was how nice the building was. No decaying corpses, no prisoners screaming in agony. Amnor Sen wondered if this really was the necromancer's den. "Please, sit," the necromancer smiled, guiding them into a comfortable looking sitting room. The cleric and the paladin sat on separate chairs, Jakun lowering himself to his knees between them. "Excuse me, I did not give you permission to sit. Have you forgotten all your training in your night on the run?" the nec
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Emrathil knelt before the altar to Kelemvor, praying for his comrades in arms. They had suffered a fate worse than death, their souls trapped in their bodies, unable to pass to the afterlife. And he had been ordered to free them from their curse of undeath. The elven ranger stood, bow strung and in his hand. Maryn was first. He would be near the Blacklake district, preying on the Nashers. Emrathil was no stranger to the urban jungle, though he prefered the forest as most rangers do. And
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Every step felt like lead, the cat being towed back to his executioner. Anya was silent, distant, and Jakun was on his own. The one good note was they were going to free him. But he knew his master. Jakun would never be free. And he would certainly be tortured to near insanity, his mind kept intact enough that he could create his skeletons. No, he couldn't do this… Yet he had no choice. Without Anya, he couldn't escape, and she had already told him she wasn't helping. What was the po
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Amnor Sen stared at the stick in his hand, frowning slightly. It… worked, he supposed. A white pine wood with a skull at the base, empty eye sockets awaiting the completion of the craft. He couldn't say it was his best work. But then, he wasn't working in his shop, with the proper tools. It would work, though. His gut clenched slightly, but there was no way he was redoing this. Eight hours of work, eight hours of staring at a stick, shaving small pieces off… And now he stared at it even
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Not exactly... they just are getting over the shock for now.
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Jordan snuggled against his mates, Damian and Lysander's arms around the wolf. He could feel the pull of the moon fading, the wolf whimpering as he slowly lost control. As the morning light passed through a window, shining down on their bed, Jordan felt his body twitch, his human form taking over once again. Beside him, Lysander grunted as his body melted into the brown skinned elf. He snored on, his body used to the early morning change. Jordan let out a quiet sigh, nuzzling into the
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They bound him like an animal, tying his hands and feet together behind his back. Jakun lay on his side, completely immobile and shivering in the cold. This wasn't the worst way he had ever slept, but it was certainly in the bottom ten. 'I told you to stop,' Anya accused bitterly. 'Now we're stuck here…' 'Shut up and get me out of here.' 'I can't. He's watching us.' Jakun grunted quietly, hearing the sounds of something being slowly chipped at. 'Wood,' the werewolf provid
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Silence ruled the night, not even the chirping of crickets reaching Jeremy's ears. He hated this place, hated the death that was all around. The man sighed, sitting next to Amnor Sen. The elf was snoring quietly, though he would deny it vehemently if called on it. Jeremy didn't mind; he thought the tiny snores were adorable. Why the elf hated the thought of snoring was beyond him. Pulling out a silver tankard from his bag, the cleric worked one of his minor gifts from his god, filling th
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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 😛
