Fiona floated through Biloxi, invisible to everyone. She remembered the guard's face and she was searching for him. It was more difficult than she realized to find one guard in this large city. After randomly searching around the Bazaar and near the outskirts of the city, she came up empty.She was also keeping an eye out for anything odd, too bad she found most of what the humans of Paul's world did, odd.She needed a different approach, her current one wasn't panning out. She decided to head back toward the city entrance. Eventually, she found what she was looking for. She followed the group of guards, throughout their entire patrol. It seemed at least one of them was aware something was following them as they kept scanning the area nervously. She felt bad for the man, it wasn't her goal to frighten them.She pulled farther back as to not trigger whatever ability the man was using. It was a long six hours, following the group of guards around before they returned to a building with

Michael dismounted his horse as it came to a stop. The trip from New York to Chicago had taken over a month. The horses were mostly spent, as were his team.Their first stop had been two days prior, at the forward relay station, or what was left of it. There were obvious signs of a large fight that took place, in and around the communication tower. Whoever had attacked had taken any bodies that had been left behind by their people. The corpses of the Black Dragon sect members had been left to rot.Michael knew it had been people that had attacked the building. There were clear signs of weapon damage to the bodies. The rest he was able to determine through a skill of his called recall. It allowed him to sort of render a hazy image of what the deceased saw in the last hour of their life.The skill wasn't perfect, each passing day left the image slightly worse off. After a month he could only tell that the attackers had been human, details like faces were a blur. It was a good thing they

It had taken two days for Fiona to recover from her imprisonment. She said it wasn't like when she had resided in my mind. It was just an endless void that seemed to tear at her very nature, where time seemed endless. Her short time trapped had felt like a thousand years to her.She had left after that, saying she needed to do something and would be back in a few weeks. I tried to stop her but she refused to listen. I wished her good luck and let her know I would be here if she needed me. Making sure to show her that I trusted her. In reality, I wanted to scream and rage because she was going away and I wouldn't be there to protect her.I knew I couldn't keep her locked up for her own safety but I should still have gone with her. I knew she needed the time to cope with what had happened. I would be ready when she returned.That reminded me, I still hadn't looked at the skills I unlocked for my new level.[Mana Boost: Boost mana recharge by 50% and mana pool by 10% for 10 min. Cost 150

It didn't take us long the next morning to find the dungeon, with Fiona's guidance. The entrance was a dark hole into the ground. We needed to dispatch the cluster of scorpions outside the entrance before we could enter.Our approach had not gone unnoticed, four of the scorpions skittered toward us. I used Identify on them.[Virulent Sand Scorpion | Level 10]Already their stingers were dripping with a vile green substance. I watched as a drop of the venom dripped off, landing in the sand. It started hissing immediately."Watch out, their venom is acidic!" I yelled, buffing the group.I could have buffed us earlier but I wasn't too worried about the loss of mana until after we entered the dungeon.Already, Martin had his magical dice rolling along the sand. It was weird watching them roll like they were on a flat hard surface. His random minion appeared to be some large animal, a cross between a bear and an owl.It

I would like to say that the flying house was a perfection of magical engineering. That would be a lie. I stumbled against the wall as the house was rocked by a gentle breeze. Cutting corners on resources had made for an interesting ride.Every little gust of wind caused the building to rock back and forth until the levitator plates could compensate for the motion. Martin clung to one of the doorways, eyes closed as he slowly breathed in and out."Can we set down yet?" Martin asked."Not yet, there isn't anything but swamp below us. Fiona is scouting for some high ground, large enough for us to land," I replied, wishing I had factored in this issue beforehand.The fact was we hadn't gone all that far from Arman, ten or fifteen miles during the entire night. The winds from the west slowed our forward progress substantially, another shortfall of not enough pusher plates.Another strong gust of wind sent the building tilting wildly. Thi