Channelknight Fadran
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“Did I forget to disinfect the wound? What’re your opinions on rubbing alcohol?”
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Leonas poked it.
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“Q’s the Angel of Death.”
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A massive explosion erupted through Talongarde. Everyone within fifty feet of it were killed instantly—and anyone twice that were knocked senseless. The engines started failing, and the power cut out. Everyone’s bindings were depowered, and the locks on the doors undid themselves. A calm voice came through a number of speakers, supposedly on backup power. “All Talon members, please evacuate immediately. Talongarde is expected to be completely obliterated in fifteen minutes.”
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“Are you sure you want to know?”
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“Fair enough.” Leonas glanced at her wound. “How does your arm feel?”
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“His glyph-drawing stuff.” -
“It’s just that...”
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Let me in, child. Janice thrashed around on the table, screaming uncontrollably. Her back arched against her bonds. She cut her wrists trying to pull herself free. The two doctors sat back, watching Janice strain. Several Talon members poked their heads into the room to see what the commotion was, but left when they decided that it was “just another torture.” You want to stop the pain? I can stop the pain. Just let me in. “I won’t!” She somehow managed to sceam. “I WON’T. I’ll never let you in!” The doctor raised an eyebrow, jotting down a note. “Very resilient.” The screaming continued. The doctors started receiving messages asking if everything was going alright—people halfway across Talongarde were hearing her. “JAY!!!” Let. “ARYANNA!!!” Me. “CADENZA!!!” IN. “NEVER!!!” Screaming... Screaming...
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WHO ARE YOU??? I’ve seen you around, you’ve supposedly read my book, but I DON’T KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
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Will you marry me? I mean, you’re already my wife, but just to make it awkward on everybody else...
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Uhh... many reasons, none of which I’m consciously aware of.
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EAT
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I’m sad. Help?
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“Hopefully.”
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“And how long will that take?”
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“I don’t... know.”
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“Yeah, I was just thinking...” Fadran gestured to the landscape. “Our position isn’t very advantageous. We’re situated in a valley, and Wyrn probably has guards all over the mountains. We can’t move our armies outside a five-mile circle of land without getting buried under a rain of arrows. If we could take some mountains, though, we could start spreading our forces and pressing advantages. The problem, though, is that we can’t take a mountain by a regular military force. With a team with powers like Chrysler’s, though...”
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“I’m pretty sure that Chrysler’s magic can be learned and taught—which is why you’re collecting artistic soldiers.”
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“I’m afraid that this is going to hurt quite a bit.” The doctor slid the bracelet onto her arm. Janice began to scream.
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“You guys are throwing together a force of magical soldiers, right?”
