Chapter 7.12 G
Word count: 23296
Released on: March 15, 2020, 3:35 a.m.
Last edited: March 16, 2023, 6:17 p.m.
Book: The King of Duels (16)
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| Badarrow | 87 |
| Redscar Ischen | 85 |
| Teriarch | 68 |
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| [Chef] | 9 |
| [Beast Tamer] | 7 |
| [Cook] | 6 |
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| [Doubled Range] | 1 |
| [Eagle Eyes] | 1 |
| [Establish Bond] | 1 |
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| [Burning Blades] | 1 |
| [Fear] | 1 |
| [Siege Fireball] | 1 |
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| High Passes | 27 |
| Liscor | 6 |
| Pallass | 5 |
Mentions
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| Teriarch | Teriarch woke up from his nap. |
| Teriarch | An…iPhone began shrilling loudly. The Dragon, sleeping, rolled over. He irritably began to wake, but he might well have just smashed the impudent noisemaker. Still, the person who’d set the alarm knew Teriarch well. So after a few seconds, a pre-recorded voice began to issue along with the annoying siren. |
| Teriarch | Teriarch paused. The brass Dragon stared about. Then, he balefully eyed the little beeping device on the ground. |
| Teriarch | The iPhone’s screen lit up as Teriarch slowly levitated it towards him. The baleful Dragon’s gaze was followed by the smoke from his maw. But the impudent electronic device just kept beeping. After a second, another recorded message began to play. |
| Teriarch | The voice was, in fact, Teriarch’s. The Dragon listened to himself calmly rattling off items for future-Teriarch. And he snorted. |
| Teriarch | The voice was, in fact, Teriarch’s. The Dragon listened to himself calmly rattling off items for future-Teriarch. And he snorted. |
| Teriarch | He paused. Teriarch blinked a few times. Then he remembered. |
| Teriarch | All with magic; the Dragon wasn’t about to use his huge claws to do it. Teriarch stared at the writings. |
| Teriarch | Absently, the Dragon began casting enchantment spells. To him, it was as natural as breathing. Both practice and his innate power made it simple. Teriarch yawned as he did. |
| High Passes | It wasn’t really a problem. The Dragon was never bothered. Ever. Even the horrors that lurked in the High Passes took one look at the Dragon’s aura and decided to find something else to bother. Only the Wyvern Lord, in his arrogance, had tried it. |
| Frost Wyvern Lord | It wasn’t really a problem. The Dragon was never bothered. Ever. Even the horrors that lurked in the High Passes took one look at the Dragon’s aura and decided to find something else to bother. Only the Wyvern Lord, in his arrogance, had tried it. |
| Teriarch | Illusion spells, traps, layered behind magical concealments to prevent people from sensing the magic itself. It was a complicated process and Teriarch had put it off for that reason; even for him, anchoring the magic and ensuring it wouldn’t run out would take hours. Not hard work, but tedious. |
| Teriarch | It was rather like putting up the posters or paintings up after moving into a new home. The furniture, the hoard was there, and Teriarch had gotten the place more or less to his standards, but some details were just so…tedious. And it hadn’t been long since he’d had to move his home! Less than a year! |
| Teriarch | Goblins. He sighed. And he cast his mind outside his cave. Teriarch could sense and see whatever he pleased; scrying was a simple thing and if he could not stare at Az’kerash, the Necromancer, directly, few other places in the world could avoid his gaze. Well, lesser mortals could only see. Teriarch could smell if he wished, and hear. |
| Az’kerash | Goblins. He sighed. And he cast his mind outside his cave. Teriarch could sense and see whatever he pleased; scrying was a simple thing and if he could not stare at Az’kerash, the Necromancer, directly, few other places in the world could avoid his gaze. Well, lesser mortals could only see. Teriarch could smell if he wished, and hear. |
| Teriarch | Goblins. He sighed. And he cast his mind outside his cave. Teriarch could sense and see whatever he pleased; scrying was a simple thing and if he could not stare at Az’kerash, the Necromancer, directly, few other places in the world could avoid his gaze. Well, lesser mortals could only see. Teriarch could smell if he wished, and hear. |
| High Passes | And what he found were…Goblins. They weren’t based near him. But near enough as he thought of it. The High Passes had Goblins again. They came and went. |
| Rags | But this time…the Dragon paused. They were different. The old ones had gone. Their Chieftain had died. |
| Teriarch | Teriarch didn’t know Garen Redfang’s name. But he sensed the Hobgoblin was gone. Dead. Which meant…the Dragon sighed. |
| Garen Redfang | Teriarch didn’t know Garen Redfang’s name. But he sensed the Hobgoblin was gone. Dead. Which meant…the Dragon sighed. |
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