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As usual, Patrick was the voice of reason, and no one listened to him.
“I’d never think of repeating your mistakes. I’m perfectly capable of coming up with new ones on my own.”
Corin. Don’t you dare get hurt while I’m gone.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not the one going to a spire. I’m going to a science lab. What could possibly be dangerous about that?”
So, I fell back on doing what I did best: avoiding people entirely.
“Moving a high-level attunement to someone who is not acclimated to it has side effects. There’s a technical term for what happens to a person when that happens — we call it ‘exploding’.”
And for the first time, I walked up the stairs to the second floor of one of the Soaring Spires.
My first instinct was to freeze. This was good, since if I’d done what Keras probably would have and attacked the ocean or something, things would have ended badly for me. (I make no claims as to whether or not Keras could have successfully punched out the ocean.)
Steel rushed down the hallway, encountering another set of guards. He shouted the name of his special technique, “Instant Death Skill: Ultimate Stabbening!” and flashed by in a blur of motion, stabbing each of them. Each guard exploded into fine red mist. They had been stabbed. They had been stabbed to death.
It looked like the sort of fancy weapon that would have a special name, like “Spellshear” or “Magic’s End” or “Mr. Stabbington”.
“Sorry, sorry. Teasing calms my nerves. Okay. What’ve you got?”
Wait, so did you actually meet the daughters?” Sera nodded. “Of course. While you freeze hearts, I warm them.”
I also couldn’t tell if they were “ack, I’m being stabbed” screams or merely “the lights went out suddenly” screams.
“Maybe when we get out of here, we can help set Derek up with an eighty-year-old woman. He could use some discipline.”
Haven clapped her hands. “What fun! Normally I don’t let younger men command me outside of very special contexts,”
Aside from being about fifteen feet tall and made of metal, it looked pretty much like an ordinary tiger,
Mara stood on a white tile only twenty feet or so from the gigantic beast, raised her fists with a gleam around them, and said, without a hint of humor, “Here, kitty kitty.”
everyone who exists is mentally compromised. We all accumulate false information over time, internalize it, and are influenced by it, consciously or otherwise. We are, in part, a product of these biases, as well as all other information we gather in our lifetimes.”
“Welcome to the Sorcerer’s Spire. Home of the Ascendant Arbiter.”
“Dangerous things, questions,” Warren Constantine mused to no one in particular. “Almost as dangerous as answers.”
[Yes, of course. Exposure to dishonesty is one way to learn about the nuances of communication, after all.]
I must constantly remind myself that some monsters eat people, Corin. For every Vanniv and Researcher, there are a thousand others that want nothing more than to devour our delicious flesh.” “I am pretty delicious.” I gave her an appraising look. “They might be on to something.”
“No one person can solve every problem in the world at once, Corin. You have to prioritize.
…I was beginning to wonder if all adventurers eventually had some sort of mimic-related trauma. If so, apparently I had something to look forward to.
