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Arkk drew back his bowstring, not bothering to aim. The second he had enough power behind the arrow, he released it. He didn’t watch where it went, assuming it would hit something in the mass of monsters, and instead pulled out another arrow, drew it back, and let it go as fast as he could. It seemed as if Ilya had gotten the rest of the village to flee. There were no other humans around. The goblins and orcs were not fighting anyone, free to pillage and plunder as much as they wanted. None of the…-
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There were three things going through Arkk’s head. The first being that rituals were overrated. It was no wonder that most spellcasters avoided them in favor of spoken incantations. The academies maintained lectures on rituals more as a historical feat than for practical applications. Incantations were limited, they could only enact one effect and couldn’t be easily altered without rewriting the entire incantation, but they were typically safe because of that. Arkk struggled to come up with a…
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It took time to recall Kia and Claire. With the end of the war, they often spent their time quietly moving around Mystakeen, acting more like the mercenaries they once had been than whatever Company Al-Mir had turned into these days. They hadn’t taken to the peacetime as well as most of Arkk’s other employees. Every few weeks, they stopped by to see if anything interesting was going on, bringing the heads of anyone causing trouble in Mystakeen, from bandits to unruly barons taking advantage of the…
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Arkk stood in Langleey Village, seated on a small bench just down the way from the old shack he once called his home. A family far too large for the small building now tried to squeeze into it. Refugees from Smilesville, brought here after he ordered their evacuation in advance of the Eternal Empire warships sailing past the burg. They wouldn’t need to stay for much longer, only until his men were sure there was no danger of straggling groups that had made off into the night. A group of children, a…
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Master Inquisitrix Sylvara Astra heaved a heavy crate up onto her shoulder with surprising ease. Multiple visits to Hale to repair everything from missing limbs to minor cuts had left her changed. She was yet to decide if those changes were in any way positive in the long term. At the time, war and the threat of the avatar left her eager to visit the heretical healer. Now, she was left to live the rest of her life with the abnormalities and any complications that arose from their presence. So far,…
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“Viscount Lethster has managed to scrounge up another eight hundred from the towns in his realm. He claims he will find another two hundred more.” “Viscountess Quincy already supplied well over two thousand men for the invasion of Evestani. She is unsure if she can amass a meaningful number of additional conscripts.” “Baron Bombast sends kind regards and a request to cease attempts at conscripting his miners. At least so long as you wish for the Kingdom to be supplied with his…
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“Found you,” Arkk murmured. It wasn’t a big thing. A small sliver of a wall going missing. Perhaps the length of his hand and the width of a finger. But Fortress Al-Mir’s Heart was incredibly sensitive to any disruptions. Any damage to its structure set off alarm bells in the back of Arkk’s mind. Alarm bells were currently tolling in one of the vertical shafts blocking the way forward. Arkk teleported to the shaft, standing on a small grate made specifically to prevent anyone from moving up…
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Arkk staggered back, slumping against the wall. The fingers of his recently regrown draconic arm twitched and jittered. Sparks of lightning jumped from claw-like fingernail to claw-like fingernail despite having been interrupted before he could fry the Empress. At least he hadn’t blown the arm off this time. He wasn’t sure if that was because he had been more careful, the talisman that Zullie gave him that was supposed to redirect any backlash into a depleted glowstone, or if the draconic-looking arm…
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Perr’ok watched with envy as one of those large walking factories from the anvil worked—metal extruded from small nozzles formed into solid sheets, intense torches fused the metal, cogs and gears, shaped from the same extruders, slotted into place as mechanical arms manipulated a hundred different components at once. It took a full hour, but Perr’ok now stood before a fully complete War Walker. He was still workshopping the name. It wasn’t quite the same model as the refurbished walkers he…
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Morvin arrived at the portal chamber just in time to watch a lesser servant scurry up the side of the archway, slot in a keystone, and then leap from the height. It landed with a heavy slop against the stone tiles. Apparently unharmed, it scurried off to a corner of the room without delay. Vezz’ok moved ahead, hurrying over to the portal where he proceeded to give it that little spark of magic, activating the portal. Fortress Al-Mir would keep it running now that it was active. The shimmering liquid…
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