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Hunt - Chapter Thirty-Four
Apr 6th
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27 Arodus, 4692 AR; Grey Garrison 3rd Floor, Kenabres
Suddenly, Strune let out a cry of pain, black energy suffusing her entire being, and veered off course. Her body slammed hard into the ground, the stone cracking with the impact. She slid at an angle away from the Wardstone, leaving a trail behind her in the floor, and finally slowed to a stop about twenty feet away. The Rod of Cancellation bounced multiple times, eventually spinning to a stop near Jeslyn's feet. The half-elf-demon lowered her outstretched hand, and bent down toward the Rod.
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Hunt - Chapter Thirty-Three
Mar 30th
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27 Arodus, 4692 AR; Grey Garrison 3rd Floor, Kenabres
Shayliss pushed open the large stone double doors at the top of the stairs. The sheer weight was almost too much for her body but she managed to do it without help from the others who were ready for any sudden attack.
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Hunt - Chapter Thirty-Two
Mar 16th
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27 Arodus, 4692 AR; Grey Garrison 1st Floor, Kenabres
After an hour of rest, the group continued their assault on the Grey Garrison. Despite being prepared for more opposition, when they reached the stairs up to the second floor there was nothing ready to do battle.
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Hunt - Chapter Thirty-One
Mar 9th
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27 Arodus, 4692 AR; Grey Garrison 1st Floor, Kenabres
The garrison had become eerily quiet. The only sounds that could be heard were the various booms and cries from outside the garrison, the building's great stone walls blocking most of them out. This time, though, Shayliss found it comforting. After half an hour of fighting with little rest, she was ready to crash.
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Hunt - Chapter Thirty
Mar 2nd
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27 Arodus, 4692 AR; Grey Garrison 1st Floor, Kenabres
The tiefling was fast. Before Snaga and Mordria had made it halfway across the room, he had downed two of his vials and was preparing a third to throw. When he drank his potions, his body started to change. His body seemed to shrink in on itself, showing the lean muscle underneath and making him seem lighter. Then after the second potion, his body started to blur, as if he was rapidly moving back and forth within a span of an inch.
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Hunt - Chapter Twenty-Nine
Feb 23rd
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27 Arodus, 4692 AR; Grey Garrison 1st Floor, Kenabres
"Damnit. Snaga, hold that door!"
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Hunt - Chapter Twenty-Eight
Feb 16th
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27 Arodus, 4692 AR; Grey Garrison 1st Floor, Kenabres
With a loud boom, the doors of the Grey Garrison closed. And the place was silent. Not even the sounds of war outside could be heard. Shayliss had expected the demons to be pouring in through the woodworks to try and get at them. But after waiting a full minute in tense anticipation, nothing happened. It made her nervous, like a mouse who knows it had just walked into the cat's den but could not find the cat.
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Hunt - Chapter Twenty-Seven
Feb 9th
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27 Arodus, 4692 AR; Grey Garrison Courtyard, Kenabres
"I must say, Irabeth," Shayliss whispered, crouched in the mouth of an alleyway looking out onto the Grey Garrison, a squat grey stoned building that lived up to its name, "when the Crusaders need to, they can turn the heat up."
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Hunt - Chapter Twenty-Six
Feb 2nd
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27 Arodus, 4692 AR; Defender's Heart, Kenabres
"There are many planes surrounding each other in orbit. We, humans, half-elfs, dwarves and more, live in the Material Plane where the energy and geography of all the other planes intersect and join together. These energies create the forces we know such as gravity, thermal energy, and most notably of all, magic. Using these energies, a skilled magi can create their own planes and dimensions. They are usually unstable and last for seconds. However, with the right spells they can be made permanent."
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Hunt - Chapter Twenty-Five
Jan 26th
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25 Arodus, 4692 AR; Defender's Heart, Kenabres
Moonlight streamed through the wooden shutters covering a window facing out into the destroyed districts. It lit the mostly dark room, laying against its single twin-sized bed, the bedside table with its piles upon piles of paper and worn brown carpet. The only other source of light in the room was a large candle on top of the desk surrounded by even more piles of paper. The paper has diagrams, arcane notes and nonsense scribbles covering them and most of them also have a broad X slashed through them.