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    Section Eighteen

    16 April 2018 , by Joe Giunta

    Eric was still blocking the entryway. Sebran looked at him in askance, clearly wanting to go see what was the matter but uncertain of his own fate. At some point during their discussion, Eric had decided not to kill him. It was easy to see this world as not real, with it having no consequences he should care about, but...

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    Section Seventeen

    13 April 2018 , by Joe Giunta

    Eric had a difficult time getting down the spiral stairs to the laboratory, but once he reached the bottom, the ceiling was fairly high. There was at least another three feet above his head, less so where arched stones ran the length between support columns. There were a number of sturdy wooden tables across the center of the room, with...

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    Section Sixteen

    11 April 2018 , by Joe Giunta

    Eric stood in a dark room. The floor below his naked feet was pure black, glossy like polished marble, cold to the touch. Faint silver light shone from above, like a broad ray of moonlight. The ceiling and walls, if there were any, couldn’t be seen. Frantic mumbling caught his attention. Eric turned to see a tall column of glass....

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    Section Fifteen

    9 April 2018 , by Joe Giunta

    Eric sank into the water by late of early morning and watched the boatmen row away. He wasn’t able to turn his head and look around as light faded, only saw the occasional fish as darkness grew from below. By the time he struck ground, light of day had become little more than a muted glow at the top of...

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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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