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Pisces Jealnet
- Bane of Roshal
- Comrade Pisces
- Comrade Pisces (by Ksmvr)
- Necro Boy
- Necro-Lad
- Pisces
- Pisces the Nose
- Pisces the Nose (by Erin)
These are aliases for "Pisces Jealnet".
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Total mentions
Mentions
Chapters with the most mentions
Interlude chapters are abbreviated with "I." for readability.
Books with the most mentions
These counts only include released books, so, if mentions occur outside that range, they won't appear in this chart.
Volumes with the most mentions
Mentions
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| Chapter | Text |
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| 1.08 | “Pisces, practitioner of magic, student of Wistram Academy, specialized in the Elementalist and Illusionary schools of magic with additional competencies in multiple spell schools.” |
| 1.09 | Pisces the friendly mage gave her a brilliant smile. |
| 1.09 | Pisces blinked a few times. He spoke very carefully, pointing at the ground and enunciating each word clearly. |
| 1.09 | She stomped inside. After a moment, Pisces followed. |
| 1.09 | Erin’s glower cut him off. She came back with four blue fruits and tossed them on the table. Pisces stared at the fruit and opened his mouth. He looked at Erin’s expression and amended whatever he was going to say. |
| 1.09 | Erin’s service came with a huge frown. But he did get the plate. She would have liked to go back to sleep, but the sounds of Pisces shifting and the clink of silverware on pottery was too distracting. Instead, she got her own blue fruit and started a fire to warm up her pasta. She munched on the sweet fruit in dour silence. |
| 1.09 | Nearly. Behind her, Pisces set down his knife and fork and sighed loudly. Erin wished he weren’t here. It wasn’t that she disliked company; she was starved for it. She just wished her company wasn’t him. |
| 1.09 | Erin turned and glared at Pisces. He raised both eyebrows and held up his cup. |
| 1.09 | Even the darn mountains had been obscured by the kind of rainfall that made you hope your gutters were clear back home. Erin could barely see ten feet into the downpour. She shivered; that kind of onslaught was one thing in her home or indoors, but this inn felt a bit too—fragile. Pisces, for himself, seemed quite glad he was here, not anywhere else. Erin turned to him and gestured outside. |
| 1.09 | Pisces hesitated. Erin turned back just in time to see his look of surprise covered by an attempt at banal amusement. He made a show of taking a sip from his cup. |
| 1.09 | Erin had no idea what Pallass was, but other cities of Drakes? She leaned too-casually on the table, now giving Pisces her full attention. |
| 1.09 | Pisces flicked his fingers haughtily, then decided to wipe them on his robes instead. |
| 1.09 | He trailed off. Erin was staring at him. Pisces gave her a confident smirk. She raised her eyebrows. |
| 1.09 | His face visibly fell. Pisces moodily stabbed at a piece of blue fruit. |
| 1.09 | Pisces paused. He chewed slowly, looking past Erin. |
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