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Arkk placed a long list in front of Rekk’ar, then stepped back and waited for the orc to look over the notes. The first mercenary expedition had been a resounding success. It had been a simple task. A baron of a nearby village had been having trouble with wolves attacking his livestock. The dozen orcs Arkk had taken with him had been more than happy to hunt them down, culling the numbers. They even behaved themselves for the duration of a small feast in the village. The residents had been a bit…-
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Arkk sat on a bench outside the recovery ward of Cliff’s academy. He had run out to get help the moment the woman—Zullie, he had discovered—collapsed. A few students and instructors had come, picked her up, and carried her off to the recovery ward. He should have left while they were busy and not paying attention to him, but two things were keeping him at the academy. First, he hadn’t accomplished anything he had come here to do. All he had learned was one spell that he couldn’t remember after…
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“And then they just left.” Arkk looked around the room, staring at the morose faces. Well, one morose face. Fortress Al-Mir had undergone some reorganization. The orcs had a whole village-sized section of the fortress to themselves. Heavy iron doors fabricated by the blacksmith wouldn’t let any of them cross over into a more secluded area for him, Ilya, and Vezta. He and Ilya even had private rooms, made using the same living area magic that allowed the orcs to create personalized homes for…
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“A barrow?” Arkk said with a scowl. There went his best plan. The horde had holed up in an old burial mound some distance south and east of Langleey Village. He had been hoping for a nice open field where Ilya would have had a clear shot at the summoner from afar. Even if she couldn’t get a shot, somewhere open would have been better. Arkk had never been inside the barrows here. He knew from stories of mercenaries hunting down the odd necromancer that they weren’t spacious areas. Tight…
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Ilya grasped at her side, teeth clenched tight. The ointment that Abbess Keena had slathered onto her wound helped to numb the pain, but only while sitting still. She tried not to move too much, but at the same time, she didn’t want to appear injured. The orc, Dakka, sported a similar wound. A deep gash right in her side nearly twice as long as Ilya’s wound. She wasn’t grimacing and limping around. The Abbess hadn’t even tended to the orc. Yet Dakka carried around her ridiculous shield riddled…
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“She’s still down there. I can see movement.” “It’s too dark to make anything out. Did she bury the glowstone knowing we were watching or did they get buried in the rubble?” “Can she summon the demon without sacrifices?” “Don’t ask me how it works, human. You’re the spellcaster here.” “Does she have sacrifices?” “We saved the other humans.” “What if some goblins fell in with her, could she use those?” Arkk stared into the crystal ball, trying to…
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“This library is useless,” Ilya said, tossing a book into the trash pile. A pile that was growing much faster than the keep pile. Fortress Al-Mir’s library might have been an impressive collection of tomes and knowledge at one point in time, but that time had long since passed. If only time had been eating away at this room, there might have been some worth salvaging. Unfortunately, much like many other rooms in the fortress, there was a fissure in the ceiling. This one wasn’t as large as the…
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“No amount of glaring is going to bring my mood down today!” Arkk said with a laugh, raising his flagon with the crowd. Once it became clear that Vezta was not a danger to the people of the village, suspicion turned to relief and relief turned to joy. Langleey Village would not fall to the wolves—or goblins—and the people would not have to beg the Duke for mercy. After clearing out the goblins who missed the memo that it was time to leave, everyone returned to the plaza. It was a bit of a grisly…
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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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