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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
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The first thing any decent observation deck needed was a bar. Who didn’t want to experience the vertigo of space without a few volatile alcoholic beverages in their stomach? Naturally, Leo all but dragged Jeisa right to it. “Just one,” Jeisa grumbled as they entered the bar. The dulcet notes of a lyre strummed over a speaker, mixing with the undertone of soft waves. Low lighting shaded the room in a soft glow. On the back wall, a bright blue orb hung in the darkness of space — Egara, the h
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The trip to Jorgenfist took another four days. The group was forced ever west in a bid to escape the mind boggling mountains, before turning north once more once they reached the rolling foothills. It was there they discovered the Storval Stairs. Four hundred feet of stairs climbed the cliffside that led to the Storval Plateau. Two massive statues stood to either side of the stairs, their stony faces set regally. Ancient walls and towers lined the top of the stairs, and Arlo groaned. If that m
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“There were three in the bed and the little one said-” “Roll over!” “OOF!” Coradiel’s eye cracked open. Turning his head, the paladin found David laying beside him, curled in a ball. Arlo was nowhere to be seen. No, wait… an ear peeked up from beside the bed. And then an arm, and a head, as the amurrun hoisted himself up. “You’re lucky I don’t need a lot of sleep,” he growled at David. “What happened?” Coradiel asked with a yawn. “This brat kicked me out of my own bed,” Arlo grumbled
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“How can a Faro restaurant not have algaer?!” Leo rolled his eyes at Jeisa’s outrage. They walked down the street hand in hand, passing building after building in search of the tiger’s desired store. He had half a mind to remind Jeisa that the server had merely said the algaer would be ready in thirty minutes, hot and fresh, but Jeisa didn’t seem in the mood to be reminded. So Leo kept quiet for now. His stomach gurgled. He’d eventually finished the fatty meat he’d been given — Leo hated was
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Arlo would expect the town to be in ruins after an encounter with giants and a dragon. The truth was, Sandpoint was in remarkably good shape after the battle. Only twenty people had died out of over a thousand. Arlo felt every loss keenly. “[Floating Disc].” A teakwood desk lifted on a concave disc, hovering three feet off the ground. Arlo pushed it forward with a light touch, admiring the woodwork as he walked the desk back to Scarnetti Manor. Someone fell into step with the amurrun. Ar
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Soft steps stopped beside Arlo as he cleaned his musket yet again. Four days of standing watch. Four days of crafting message stones, making bolts, carrying water. And each day not knowing when the attack would come, or if Coradiel would make it back in time. “You left me.” Arlo pushed a cloth into the barrel, wiping it down carefully. Oil gleamed on the exterior, a protection against rust. With the hags dead and the rains stopped, the oil was less necessary, but Arlo wasn’t taking any chanc
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Leo blinked slowly. Something was weighing him down, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. It wasn’t that heavy, it wasn’t even- It was Jeisa. Snoring gently, curled up on Leo’s torso, the tiger almost looked cute. Leo certainly didn’t remember Jeisa crawling atop him while he slept — but then, he didn’t remember rolling onto his back either. A hand reached out. Leo hesitated. This was a horrible idea… but Jeisa was on him. Any sense of decorum had been lost long ago. He touched Jeisa. Co
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A giant stood within a mirror set within a pool of water. He barked orders, loud and clear through the scrying sensor. In the last eleven minutes, they had learned that a dragon named Longtooth was expected to make an appearance sometime in the next week, and that would be the time the giants could strike. Until then, Teraktinus was stuck bossing his underlings around, trying to make some semblance of a plan. It didn’t seem like much of a plan to Coradiel. But that spoke well of their own chan
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Arlo went around in a circle, casting spells seemingly at random. [Mage Armour] before [Fly] before [Resist Cold] before [Fly] again. Beside him, Lyrie wove her own spells, mixing with the amurrun until everyone in their group was covered, save for Vale. “Why can’t I guard the base?” David complained as he lifted into the air. “Because I don’t trust you against the twenty ogres that would appear if our base really has been discovered,” Arlo said, flying up beside him. “Get moving; we only ha
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Really it boils down to him not wanting to let aliens poke around his body. He simply doesn't trust them to have his best interests at heart, and for good reason.
