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Y'all, even with a tongue, Jeisa can't understand English or German. A tongue won't magically fix their communication issues.
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Devin sniffled into Leo’s shoulder as the needle was withdrawn from his arm. A miniscule vial of blood entered a machine, and a moment later, a holographic symbol appeared above it — 8.57. Leo’s eyes widened. Had they really just measured Devin’s age from his blood? He patted Devin’s back gently as his own arm was pricked. It was just a needle — he had no idea why Devin was crying over it. Another machine whirred, and a metal square dropped out with Devin’s face and age on a holograph. A block
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He woke up with a scream. Dead eyes stared at him. Rattling groans rolled in his ears. Rotting hands grasped for him… and then a blinding green flash. Arms wrapped around him. Warmth wrapped around him, soothing, terrifying. “Shh… it’s okay. You’re safe,” someone said, stroking Arlo’s head. “No one’s going to hurt you. I got you.” He squeezed his eyes shut, but that only gave the memories a blank canvas to run across. His eyes opened, but the nightmares continued. Coradiel, dead. David, de
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Mage's Magnificent Mansion
Yeoldebard commented on Yeoldebard's story chapter in Mage's Magnificent Mansion
The dice do as the dice decree. 'Course, I do have to fudge the roll every now and then. -
“Three halls down.” Arlo ran his finger along various arcane runes, glancing briefly at notes listed in Thassilonian. Efficiency was the name of the game, a spell that would work with eight mana instead of ten or even twenty. Arlo’s current maximum mana sat at 165 — a lot even considering the risk of fatigue beyond 80 points or so — but being more efficient would heavily turn the odds in his favour. “We’re doing Lust next, targeting some toys of questionable use. Where do we stand on the other f
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Jeisa was true to his word. He fiddled with the replicator the next morning, and suddenly Leo was cooking eggs and ham over a range in the kitchen. It took a few minutes of moving through the room, dodging Jeisa, dodging Devin, before the plates settled on the table, filling the air with a heavenly scent. Breakfast was eaten in a stony silence. Devin kept looking between Leo and Jeisa, slinking ever lower in his chair. Leo shot him a baleful stare, and Devin sat up straighter. He slunk again t
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They regrouped in the centre chamber of Runeforge. Four shards of mirror sat on the edge of the prismatic pool, already waiting for the rest of the components. Delvahine’s toys. “We have a choice here,” Arlo spoke up as the group gathered around the Runeforge. “The master of the Shimmering Veil wrote that he was pursuing an alliance with Delvahine — who is suspected to be a succubus of some strength. We have one [Death Ward] scroll. One of us could wear that to deal with the succubus. Or we ca
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The tunnel to the Shimmering Veils ran 150 feet before ending in a stone wall. Worked brick stared them down, cold, unyielding. “Well, we tried,” David said, turning around. “No we didn’t,” Arlo denied. He reached out, setting his hand on the stone in front of them. Solid stone. It remained solid no matter how he swept his hand. The wall beside him, however…. Arlo’s hand sank through the wall. David cursed. “Runelord Xanderghul was supposed to be a master of illusion,” Arlo said, wav
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Burning spices filled the warm air of the small restaurant they found themselves in. Bright windows lit up the room around them, and soft clinks and conversation whispered in their ears. Leo clung to Devin’s hand as they followed a dark Faro to a wide table. Lights flashed across the surface, lighting up with every touch of the table, something Devin took to with aplomb. Little fingers jabbed the table repeatedly, making splashes of riotous colours spread across the screen. Even Leo was enth
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“Keys turn twice in Sihedron...” Arlo turned the key by Karzoug’s feet, spinning it a full circle. He repeated the motion, and the giant statue began humming. The key vanished from Arlo’s grip as Karzoug glowed a soft transmutative hue. “What did you do?” David demanded. “The right thing, I hope,” Arlo muttered, turning next to the Runelord of Sloth. Another key vanished, and another. The hum filled the air, increasing in volume with every statue activated, until the chamber was fairly v
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Arlo jumped up and down in the snow, trying to get feeling back in his feet. He was starting to regret not casting his [Endure Elements] spell today, but he needed to save his spells. Today they would face down a dragon. Probably. Unless Quink was completely wrong. And there was a good chance he was. The man couldn’t know everything, after all. “Are we there yet?” “No- wait….” Arlo peered through the flurry, just making out the head of a statue. “Yeah, we’re there,” he corrected himself. S
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Faro crowded through the auction house, peering into cages. A miasma of despair filled the market, with only the occasional voice crying out in some unknown language. The number of eyes looking at the beings for sale were frankly disturbing to Jeisa — there shouldn’t be this many people looking until tomorrow. He kept an eye out for Ngarin. It was simple enough to find his way to the human pens — Matyáš always sold the most and the strangest beings at auction, and had his own section set aside
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“That is a river.” Icy water rushed past the group, pouring into the lake. It had taken them nearly two days to get to the northernmost point of Lake Stormunder. Now, it looked like their journey was over. Rimeskull Mountain stood beyond the river, its macabre face leering down at them. A mile of rapids barred their passage, and David was NOT about to go dipping his toes in it. “Well, we tried,” he said, turning away. The cambion yelped as an arm hoisted him into the sky. Arlo cast a spe
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Arlo whirled around. A woman stood in the distance, ghostly pale with fiery red hair — the only full colour Arlo could see in this shadowy realm. It was almost blinding with its saturation, drawing the gaze simultaneously toward and away from the hair. She stepped forward, and suddenly, the woman stood mere feet away from them. Arlo’s eyes widened, and he shook his head, trying to clear out the blurred image of her movement. “Arlo Silverpaw.” “How do you know my name?” Arlo demanded. His e
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Leo paced up and down the length of their room. The soft thump of his feet ground in Jeisa’s ears. He’d been going all morning, and Jeisa wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Sunlight streamed through a curtain, washing over the wall opposite of the bed. The holo-screen was silent; Jeisa had never had time for movies, and he didn’t think he’d be starting now. A blinking clock showed 14 in the morning — Jeisa had slept for nearly six hours. It would have to be enough; he wouldn’t be getting
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Quink looked like he was about to faint when he saw the sheer volume of books in the Therassic library. Gazing all around the room in utter disbelief, Arlo truly believed the man had never seen a library so grand. “Welcome to the library of the Therassic Monks. There are currently 24,491 volumes, scrolls, pamphlets, and unbound manuscripts within this library. Which volume of lore would you like me to retrieve? Please indicate your desire by author, title, subject, or date of acquisition by th
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“To find Runeforge, on the eastern shore of the steaming mirror… during dusk, seven faces encircled guard at Runeforge’s gate…” “You call that poetry? It doesn’t even rhyme! It’s all stuttery and crap,” David complained. They sat within the Rusty Dragon, surrounded by well wishers and admirers. Before them rest several parchments filled with false starts and rough translations. Arlo’s finger traced over dried ink, mumbling under his breath. “It’s literally written in a dying language,” he
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"Experience: Served 50 years on a slaver ship under the command of a Lidikrys in Alliance space." Something tells me that wouldn't go over well with many employers.
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Mud. No one was safe from it. Insidious rain poured down on Devin’s earthworks, filling trenches with muck, softening dikes to make them harder to climb. Not that Jeisa’s zombies cared. Slow, relentless, they pushed through everything, directed unerringly by the cow man that stood on the far end of the battlefield. Veira was already spent — the Faro had thrown wave after wave at his foes, only to have them all cut down by Leo’s slingers. It had been a week since he’d started playing the game
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Goblins. A serial killer. A full blown assault by ghouls, then giants and a dragon. It was a miracle Sandpoint still stood in one piece. And now a massive sinkhole had swallowed part of the Garrison building. Arlo stared down into the hole. Beside him, Father Zantus hovered nervously, wringing his hands. “I don’t know what it is. For the past three nights, we’ve heard the fearsome baying of hounds like nothing I’ve ever heard before, and blood-curdling screams. Something’s trapped down there
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Good catch! He's the Runelord of Greed. I'll fix that immediately.
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It hurt. The pain of knowing you weren’t invincible. Of knowing you could die at any moment. Coradiel had always thought he was ready to meet Arshea. To luxuriate in her presence, to see what the afterlife had to offer. He was wrong. Death was terrifying. Death hurt, more than he’d ever thought. And even the thought of seeing Arshea wasn’t enough to make him want to go through it again. Not if it meant never seeing Arlo again. Loud footsteps pulled his attention from Arlo. Coradiel hugge
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“Tiger’s Maw, this is Tiger’s Claw Epsilon Pi Zeta requesting docking access. Passengers are three Egaro, one human, one Scylid, one Faro.” Codes among codes among codes. If he’d said “a” instead of “one”, they would have been blasted out of the planet’s thin atmosphere. If he’d called four Egaro instead of the three they’d left with, they would be greeted by a hail of fire when they set foot on the ship. If they hadn’t arrived at a specific angle, they would be scrap falling around the Tiger’
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The viola was a very soothing instrument. Mellifluous tones filled Coradiel’s house, weaving through double stops and rich vibratos. Arlo couldn’t recognise the tune being played, but he hummed along anyway as he prepared his spells for the day. Everything he needed to defeat Mokmurian was in one of his three spellbooks; he just had to figure out the pieces to this puzzle. [Protection from Energy]… [Named Bullet] — that one was a given — [Greater Dispel Magic]… He couldn’t prepare any fire spe
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“Learn, Desna teaches us, that enjoyment and delight in the pleasures of life is not sin. You need not pay for bliss with shame….” Arlo lowered his book. A startled gasp ripped from him as he found David sitting at his feet. “No one’s ever mentioned that to me,” the bard said. “I follow Desna, and it’s always go enjoy the world, travel, don’t reduce anyone to the point of hopeless fear. Good things, wholesome things… but never permission to enjoy myself.” He stared at the tome in Arlo’s hand
