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Screams were all around them and creatures flew through the air as if the biamhac were a vengeful spirit seeking revenge on life itself. It was a truly amazing once in a lifetime sight, for anyone would probably not survive a second encounter. Jason quickly threw his bow and quiver over his...

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"Yes, the glow of Dawnbreaker here is what reveals the creature's presence," Jason said, gesturing to the sword in its sheathe on the counter. He picked up his bow and quiver and finished his drink as he waited for Bronmaen to make the rounds of his guests. He then asked, "It is getting much...

"...Jason," he said warily, eyeing the winged creature before him. He contemplated the Raziel's arrival as he began setting up his tent. Raziel Shirai

Of course when the caravan was only a few hours away from Val Anir, they were attacked again. But this was a different attack, for these bandits were organized. First the driver front wagon's driver received a crossbow bolt in the head, then they were attacked from the side. His lazy companion...

Jason was mildly surprised when Dante di Inverno actually helped unload. He had ignored the wager that Dante proposed, stating that "he didn't need to prove anything to some one like him." When the angel approached, Jason blinked at the fully unloaded first carriage and then at the creature...

Hello and welcome! Take off your shoes and stay a while!

Jason gazed at the figure bowing before him, contemplating what to do. He sighed heavily and finally came to a logical course of action. "Orders are orders. I can't do anything more than bring you back to Douglas to explain your situation." He nudged Sargent toward the front of the caravan once...

As the strange six winged being drew closer, Jason drew his bow and nocked an arrow, training it on the figure. He stayed silent as the conversation ensued and processed the situation. The more he thought about it, the more useful the angelic creature seemed. He lowered his bow when the creature...

As soon as as Jason realized who it was he was threatening he lowered, but did not sheathe his sword. "Apologies to both of you, I was stalked by a vampire on my way here and it is still close. I feared that it grew bold and followed me inside too." He lead the soaking priestess to the hearth...

Jason smirked at the defeat of the arrogant noble at the hands of a "common peasant" and a woman no less. But he grew tired of hearing the haughty voice of Dante di Inverno, so he decided it was time to leave the cart. In passing, he "accidentally" let Dawnbreaker's sheathe hit the noble's side...

369: The Road to Vel Anir, Late Night-- Jason glanced back at the carts for the millionth time that night. His company had been on the road for five days and had fended off three bandit attacks already. They left with fifteen official guards of The Annunaki Pantheon and five mercenaries, but...

Jason downed the goblet in one go and slid it back to the barkeep for a refill. "Now that's real whiskey," he said approvingly. "I'll take another. And a room would be greatly appreciated in this weather." His sword's hilt glow kept growing and receding every few minutes, which was worrisome...

Jason stumbled down the rainy streets of Alliria toward the nearest tavern. He hadn't slept for at least thirty hours and his quiver was empty. Dawnbreaker glowed brightly in its sheathe as a dark shape stalked the tired warrior from the rooftops. The day was starting out just great. With each...

In the end, we start with the beginning.