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He still felt the ghost of water on his skin. Kyle sat in the library at lunch, mind wandering. That game was so real. It made him wonder exactly how real it could get. He was supposed to be editing his paper, but the screen on the computer in front of him spoke of other things. The magic system in Mithzara was different than any he had seen in other games. Here the rule of intent was the guiding force of magic, within certain parameters. There seemed to be two or three different use
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The spell ended just before they reached the gates of Four Pines. Their horse let out a soft warning and Elluin stopped them, dismounting. Hope nearly fell off after him, his entire body sore. "Let that be the last horse I ever ride," he groaned, stretching painfully. "I doubt that will be a choice you have." The tiefling grunted as the horse vanished, back to... wherever unsummoned beasts went. He still couldn't figure his companion out. So she was a member of the Thieves' Guild. If
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"That will be five copper." Jordan took the silver, cringing at the tingle he always felt when he touched the metal. He handed five copper back to the woman with her book. "Thank you," the woman smiled, stepping aside for the next person. Jordan checked the books he was handed, mentally totalling the cost. Three books, all rather thick. "I have a school project coming up," the elf explained. Jordan nodded. "Two silver." Fuck he hated these coins. Why were werewolves a
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Korinth'kriaske. The Cave of Death. Fifty years ago, a summoner had opened a portal to the Outer Planes, bringing forth an army of fiends. They struck the Do'Kalen Woods, planning to create a base from which the fiends would bring war and ruin to the Material Plane. The elven tribe fought back valiantly for eight months, their warriors bolstered by adventurers and even an Avatar of Lynestra herself. Still the fiends held the advantage, their numbers swarming the defenders and their source hidden
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Finally there was light. Hope could see fine in the dark, another boon of his fiendish heritage, but he had always felt safer during the day. The tiefling watched a bird perch on a branch, a crow of some sort. He didn't care what it was. He just cared about the arrow he was about to loose. The missile shot through the air, the bird plummeting to the ground a moment later. Hope moved from his hiding spot, jogging to where his breakfast lay. His stomach gurgled loudly as the tiefling colle
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A spell wasted. Elluin grumbled quietly as he sat beside the river, staring at the walls of Kalen. He was close to home, but he was not entering the woods. Not when his quarry could slip further away at any moment. If the tiefling had come this way, someone in the village would know. He only wished he could have made it here before the gates had closed. If that gods damned mimic hadn't slowed him down... He was still happy it was dead. Who knew how many people it might have killed? Maybe it
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Actually I haven't quite figured Hope out. He's definitely sorcerous with a Rakshasa bloodline, but he also might turn out to be an Arcanist, if he can learn to use magic from a spellbook. I'm glad you're enjoying the story
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A hand woke Hope, crawling up his back. For a moment, the tiefling had to remind himself where he was. The cottage by the road, with the friendly elf... whose hand was now working its way to wrap around his chest. Opening his eyes, Hope rolled over tiredly. "I thought you were going... to..." The hand didn't belong to the elf. It wasn't even a hand, it was... it looked like a tentacle. Hope tried to sit up, but he found his back covered in a strange slime, sticking to the bed. "S
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He was on the run from the city guard. It was the only thing that made sense to Elluin. If Hope had been running an orphanage for ten years, he wouldn't leave for a little vacation. No, he must have been chased out of the city. But which way? Elluin studied the map of western Atharia, plotting the distance to nearby villages. Kalen, Garysel, Four Pines... He could be heading to any one of those. Or he could have left the city by ship. The elf folded up the map he had purchased from the M
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"I must say I'm impressed." Hope yelped as a halfling appeared next to him. Recovering quickly, he stepped away from her warily, recognising her as the same halfling that had approached him the night before. That was the third time someone had snuck up on him in two days. He must be getting rusty. Though the river was gurgling rather loudly here. Perhaps that was why he hadn't heard the halfling approach. "I did not expect Nileen to give up the ring." "That gnome was a friend of your
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The dying light of day cascaded down upon the world. The skies glowed with colour, casting a rainbow across the clouds. In the dim twilight, a crescent moon appeared, hanging over the quiet world. The river Garys flowed gently through the land, winding westward through the Do'Kalen Woods until it met the Silver Ocean. Sitting at the junction of the two bodies of water was a magnificent city; Cadara, a jewel across the lands. Cobblestone roads wound through the city, passing decadent building
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Hope is a rogue. But that doesn't mean he's bad. Not that the world cares. All they see is a demon trying to corrupt the world. But behind that is a gentle soul who cares about his family. Elliun doesn't care if a tiefling has a soul. A demon is a demon, as far as he's concerned. But when a palace he has been hired to protect is burglarized, he soon finds that not every demon is a monster.
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A candle burned bright over a small desk, a sword upon the desk. The runes lining the blade might as well have been gibberish for all the studying Elluin was getting. He couldn't put that tiefling out of his mind. Why did the fiend affect him so? Was this yet another part of his ancestor's heritage? He already took on a bestial form under the full moon, what else would his heritage pile on him? He could stop this right now. Elluin didn't have to go to the Mages' Guild in search of the tiefli
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The fox raced through the palace, a pair of underwear clenched in his jaws. A wolf galloped at his heels, barking furiously. Mateio was having the time of his life. It had been nearly a year since he had left the Alliance, and though he often had thoughts of the life he had left behind, every day he spent with his Bonded proved he had made the right choice. Even when his Bonded was in the need of some entertainment. Sprinting out of the palace, Mateio leapt up into the new fountai
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“I don’t see what the problem is. My people need to be taken care of, and if the throne won’t help us recover from the aliens-” Aaron frowned, standing up. The neko across the table copied his frown, ears folding back warily. “Lord Nyrin, let’s take a walk,” the elf said conversationally. The neko rose and followed Aaron out of the room. They walked down the palace halls, Aaron leading him outside. “You know, this past month has been hard on Astara. We have had our view of the un
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“I do not believe it will be that difficult to switch the currency over as long as we keep a balance. Our standard unit is a silver. If we can keep a base of ten, making ten credits equal to a silver, perhaps the biggest issue facing us in joining will be resolved.” Mateio listened to the elf tiredly, nodding along. He was here to give a middle ground between Aaron’s financial advisor and the Alliance officer, but he had honestly lost the conversation long ago. Five days of meetings, o
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Jordan woke up the next morning with a warm body at his back and the smell of fresh baked laerisa in his nose. He lay in bed for a few more moments, warm under the blankets. But all too soon his body reminded him of his morning duties. He rolled over, wrapping an arm around Lysander. The elf let out a tired mumble, curling up tighter under the blanket. “I think Damian made breakfast.” “I don’t want any.” Jordan sat up, sliding out of bed. “Do you want to be alone for a bit?”
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I agree that the collar needs to come off. Unfortunately some characters can be rather stubborn. Different races do have different lifespans, Faro generally being considered one of the longer lived species at two hundred years. Unfortunately Egaro are more average at a hundred years with the wonders of medical technology.
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Mateio stood nervously beside Aaron as the shuttle descended from the heavens. Thanks to his vessel, contacting the Alliance ships had been no problem. It still took nearly a month for the Alliance to agree to negotiations. But finally, they were landing. And Mateio was in trouble. Again. Aaron set a hand on the Faro’s head, rubbing his mate gently. “Don’t worry. They won’t do anything to you,” he said quietly. “Besides kick me out of the fleet.” “For what? Landing to se
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Aaron couldn’t get enough of his mate’s scent. He was here. He had returned. And he was tucked under Aaron’s chin, the two laying in Aaron’s large bed together. No words were said. Nothing needed to be said. They loved each other. And he knew that he would never make the mistake of sending the Faro away again. Mateio was his, and he was Mateio’s. They could work through any problems they had together. No one had been surprised when the elf had lifted the fox into his arms, rushing him
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They approached the building under the brightness of a blue sun, Itumak rubbing his eyes. The night had been short. Like, only three hours long. It was disturbing. There hadn’t been any time for the night to cool the world around him. And he hadn’t felt any pull from the moon, almost as if there was no moon… The cough of an engine filled the air, choked and harsh. It cut off after a few seconds, Itumak unable to find the source. A Xanar stopped the two in front of a tall fence. “Excuse
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“Do you really think I should go back to Astara?” Mateio twisted his bangle nervously. He had been suffering this whole trip. Maybe he should just give up. He hadn’t technically bonded with Aaron. Maybe there was still someone out there for him. “Trust me Mateio, Aaron does nothing without thinking it through. Sending us away, that was not him. That was grief talking. You are his mate and I know he misses you. He probably misses me, but I completely understand why he had to send me away.
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It does help my productivity when I'm not constantly trying to heal a bunch of Altmer through a beginner dungeon 😛
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It is believed among the Faro that he was responsible for the downfall of the Artegos. It's not true of course, but people will believe what they want.
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The sun beat down on his head as he laboured, carrying rubble to a truck. There was so much to do, so much that he should be doing. But for now the king of Astara let his mind be claimed by menial labour. He pined for Mateio, missed the Faro’s smell, the way he would smile awkwardly at jokes. What had he been thinking, pushing the fox away? Adara was dead, gone. But his mate was still there, waiting to offer his support. And he had rejected it. Had rejected him, the fox that made his w
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