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    Section Fourteen

    8 April 2018 , by Joe Giunta

    Eric fumed. I knew he was gonna fuck me! He also felt stupid for not keeping track of his own body. Now what the fuck do I do? “What can he do with it?” he asked Griz. The shaman looked frightened, both at Eric’s obvious anger and what Sebran might do. Wheels were spinning behind that one good eye. “With...

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    Section Thirteen

    8 April 2018 , by Joe Giunta

    The forest was visible from beyond the ruined castle, though it stood a few miles off. Eric trudged through fields along the way with a sense of foreboding, as if the darkness between its trees was somehow watching. It was impressive, the dense woodland, with leafless tops that came close to reaching into the storm clouds. Mist clung to the...

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    Section Twelve

    8 April 2018 , by Joe Giunta

    Eric helped carry anvils and weapon bundles back through a portal, but the massive forges would have to be remade. The crafters began setting up a temporary workspace for smelting and forging. The castle was built on two ley lines, which was serviceable for most tasks. Crafting masterwork weapons would require scouting a new location, a proper nexu...

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    Section Eleven

    8 April 2018 , by Joe Giunta

    Eric was starving. He’d spent the night outside, making sure there were no shenanigans on the lord’s part. It wouldn’t be the first time some NPC promised one thing while plotting a dick move behind the player’s back. No one else from Cledford came, no scouts or spies, no immediate plans of betrayal. It was almost disappointing. He wanted Sebran’s....

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    Section Ten

    8 April 2018 , by Joe Giunta

    They returned by nightfall to the orange glow and fading crackle of dying flames outside the castle. The goblins had made a bonfire and gathered around it for warmth. To Eric’s surprise, there were reds standing guard and greens out scouting for intruders or any sign of remaining undead. They’d secured the castle, searched every inch of it and were...

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    Section Nine

    8 April 2018 , by Joe Giunta

    Midday sun did little to brighten the foggy hillocks between Thrallen and Cledford. Dark clouds still roiled overhead to the distant rumbles of thunder. They cast a pall over the land, where everything seemed a dismal shade of gray. More mud than grass, the ground looked as if it had been trampled by countless boots at one time. Scattered and...

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    Section Eight

    8 April 2018 , by Joe Giunta

    Eric saw him the moment they passed through the portcullis and entered the courtyard of castle Thrallen. He was taller than expected, nearly seven feet, but any semblance of stature ended there. The lich was beyond decayed, no more than a skeletal memory of a man. What flesh and tendon remained had blackened to a stony shell, unmoving bits of...

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    Section Seven

    8 April 2018 , by Joe Giunta

    The rain had let up to a weak drizzle, but the storm continued to rumble overhead. Lightning flashed like a dim heartbeat, brightened clouds enough to highlight their edges in sallow white, while in the distance argent strikes forked down and out in a web of fury. Wind blew from the east, not so strong as to bend a tree...

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    Section Six

    8 April 2018 , by Joe Giunta

    Eric’s mind raced for a plan, some cunning bit of war strategy he might have gleaned from countless games. The storm had reduced visibility to a short distance, or he would’ve asked Griz to make a portal far to the north, behind the incoming patrols. They’d still be outnumbered but not surrounded, at least for a short time. He shook...

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    Section Five

    8 April 2018 , by Joe Giunta

    The storm worsened. Its clouds grew darker, choked off all light and brought an early nightfall. Rain became a downpour interspersed with hail, pebbles of ice battering armor and flesh alike. It made little difference to Eric. He felt the cold but not its effects. While the goblins frosted the air with their grumbling, he trudged on through the ora...

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