The bell chimed.
Rielle finished grandstanding and turned to face him. She rolled her shoulders, her silver engraved spear catching the sunlight. A smile curved her lips, devoid of warmth.
"Don't lose too quickly." Her voice carried across the platform, pitched for the crowd. "I want to enjoy this."
Laughter rippled through the Illuminet section.
Caleb's [Spiritu...
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AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Thanks everyone for the great feedback and discussion on the previous chapter. I've taken some notes for potential future edits. Y'all are great. Thanks for reading.
Jon
Specialist Spinova's boots stomped across the blood-slicked platform, the wet sound splashing t...
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Not going to lie... I'm a little proud of this one. Of what it took to get here. Of how it turned out. I know the story isn't perfect, and that it still needs a lot of work. But this a big moment for me. I hope you enjoy it too. Thanks for reading.
Jon
With the adj...
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Caleb leaned against the earthen wall in the prep room, watching the other trainees go through their morning rituals. Some sharpened weapons that needed no sharpening. Others stretched muscles already loose. All of them avoided looking at the scrying mirror that would soon display their fates.
Corinne sat on a wooden bench nearby, her spear balanced across her knees. Her fingers traced th...
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The stew sat between them, going cold.
Caleb watched the steam fade from the platter, the rich aroma of Gareth's cooking doing little to stir his appetite. His spoon pushed a chunk of meat through the broth, creating small eddies. Around them, the Hearthsong's common room bustled with celebration. A fiddle cut through the noise, joined by boots stomping wood as someone started an imprompt...
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A few revisions to remark on:
Thanks to Ihor's persistence getting through my thick skull, I did modify the prose in chapter 43 to more accurately reflect the tournament structure. Just simplified it. It'll be 10 fights a day for four days.
Thanks everyone for your feedback on [Tactical Overlay]. After further consideration I've...
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This is a spoiler warning. Don't open the .PDF attachment of the tournament bracket if you want to avoid any spoilers about what fights might be upcoming.
Based on Ihor's comment last chapter I'm uploading the tournament bracket to give those who want it a better idea of how this thing is setup. The bracket has each of the 40 participants numbered in ...
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The final bell rang, a single bronze chime cutting across the arena. The sound echoed once before dying into absolute silence. Caleb stood motionless, his spear tip hovering a hair's breadth from Finn's wide, terrified eye. The boy's mouth hung open, a scream trapped on his lips. The glittering silver motes of the shattered [Life Shield] dissolved around the weapon like dying s...
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I'm genuinely stoked for you all to read this chapter. Thanks for being here!
Leo stumbled through the doorway like a man walking on clouds, his face ghostly pale, eyes distant with shock. His spear dragged behind him, forgotten in his daze, the weapon seeming too heavy ...
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The prep room door swung open with a weary creak, breaking Caleb's contemplations. Captain Hatch held it, his expression impassive as he ushered the two combatants inside. Corinne entered first. Her face was flushed with exertion and her training leathers were scuffed, but her eyes blazed with a triumphant light that seemed to fill the room. Mala walked a pace behind, physically unscathed, but ...
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Caleb pressed forward through the throng of nervous trainees, his boots thumping against the hard packed dirt floor of the prep room. The air was ripe with anticipation, and the earthy scent of leather oil mixed with fear-sweat. A scrying mirror dominated the far wall—a shimmering pane of polished silver offering a full, soundless view of the arena platform above. But the novelty was lost on ...
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Thanks for all of the feedback I've been getting. Some good discussion in the comments, and the story is stronger for it (or in some cases will be stronger for it... when I have a chance to work on some of the bigger revisions).
Today's chapter will be the second installment of milestone 3's additional chapters. Somehow Patreon is nearing milestone 4... so assuming th...
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Jakob's Magnificent Market commanded the corner where two streets intersected, its brightly painted storefront impossible to miss. From his displays came the smells of oiled leather and polishing wax, a distinct island in the sea of festival aromas. The merchant himself stood outside his establishment like a carnival barker, gesturing expansively at arrays of weapons, armor, and adventuring gea...
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This be the first installment of milestone 3's additional chapters. Next one on Thursday. Thanks for reading and supporting!
Jon
The blue interface materialized in the air before Caleb, filling his vision, as he sat in the Hearthsong room he’d called home for alm...
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Hey folks! Thank you all so very much for your support, and for reading this story. For those of you that might have missed it... The Sovereign's Toll reached the #1 spot on Rising Stars sometime my Saturday morning! Insane! Y'all are amazing!
And without further ado, I've got a few things to share up at the top here:
Upon Msharlo1's exc...
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The stables were quiet, the air thick with the scent of hay and animals settling in for the evening. Rune lights carved into the central beam kept the space lit with a gentle glow. The main aisle was clear, its length occupied only by the soft sounds of horses shifting in their stalls. He found Corinne and Leo already waiting, their practice spears leaning against a stall.
"Thal!" Corinne...
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Caleb pushed open the plain pine door, stepping out of the archive’s cramped, dusty air into the cool, orderly space of the main storeroom. The clean scent of the sterile storeroom was a pleasant change from the smell of old paper that had filled his nose. The hours of intense study left his muscles stiff while his mind buzzed with the anticipation of finally getting answers. He took a moment...
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His eyes followed along a line of dense, academic text as he murmured the words aloud. "The territorial range of a mature mosshide bear is directly proportional to the ambient spiritual energy of its chosen denning site." He leaned back in the rickety chair, which creaked ominously underneath him.
Kill me, this reads like a technical manual for a lawnmower.
He'd been at thi...
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The air in the garrison yard was different. Before, Caleb had been a ghost, an anonymous trainee lost in the ranks. Now, he was a landmark. As he moved through the pre-dawn air, a space cleared around him, a bubble of respect and fear that followed him like a shadow. Other trainees, their breath pluming before them, fell silent as he passed, their expressions a mixture of awe and envy.
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"That sword," Caleb began as they walked away from Yorrin's Forge, his new spear balanced across his shoulder. "Flamewright. How did you do that?"
The image wouldn't leave him. One moment, empty air. The next, a legendary weapon materializing like it had stepped through an invisible doorway into reality. His brain fired, cataloging potential explanations: portal, storage, spatial distorti...
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As they left the forest, Selara glanced from the functional but unremarkable loaner spear in Caleb’s hand to the scuffed cuirass on his torso. “You look like you tried to hug a mosshide bear and it hugged back. My usual suppliers don't deal in... beginner's kits. I know a place.”
They walked back toward the village proper, leaving the forest's green embrace for cobbled streets and t...
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Caleb's legs trembled as he lowered his practice spear, muscles screaming from the morning's drills. The garrison yard felt different after Captain Hatch's dismissal—quieter, heavy with the lingering ache of pushed limits. His breath misted in the dawn air as he rolled his shoulders, trying to work out the knots.
"I don't get it."
Corinne's voice cut through his fatigue. She stood...
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Blood had dried on Caleb's shirt in rusty patches. Mud caked his boots, and the acrid smell of goblin fluids clung to his clothes. He stepped through Deadfall's gates, his stride even and measured, ignoring the curious stares from evening merchants packing their stalls.
The broken spear in his hand drew every eye. Where a proper iron point should have gleamed, jagged metal teeth caught th...
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The scraping grew closer. Three distinct sets of claws against stone, spreading out to flank him. Caleb's perception faltered, the beam flickering like a dying candle. His shattered right arm hung useless. Blood seeped steadily from the gouges in his side, each breath a knife between his ribs.
Move. Fight. Something.
His body refused. Muscles locked in spasm from the Stamin...
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The roar tore through the cavern again, closer, vibrating through the stone beneath Caleb's feet. Dust cascaded from invisible heights. Whatever made that sound was massive, and it was moving. Fast.
Run!
He spun on his heel, his only thought to flee back through the tunnel he’d come from, back toward the memory of sunlight. Five strides and he'd reach the entrance. Three ...
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The world vanished.
One moment, the blinding glare of two suns baking the quarry stone; the next, a suffocating blanket of absolute black. The sudden plunge from overwhelming light into a void left phantom lights dancing behind his eyes. The air grew still and frigid, thick with the smell of wet rock and rotting meat.
Behind him, claws scraped stone. The goblins had followed.
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The scarred goblin's claw remained pointed at Caleb, steady as an executioner's blade. Another guttural bark. The pack moved.
The walls were too steep to scale quickly, and they'd already surrounded him before appearing. He was trapped.
The goblins poured nimbly down the sheer wall. The bulk of them, maybe eight or nine, scrambled along the gentler slope at the far end of the pass...
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He committed. Pouring stamina from his body into his legs, Caleb executed a [Dash]. The ten feet of gravel separating them vanished in a blur of motion. The world compressed into a tunnel, his spear point aimed directly at the goblin’s heart.
But in that fraction of a second before impact, its pale eyes met his.
Not the mindless stare of an animal. Something flick...
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This is it.
The thought rang through Caleb's mind as he stood before Deadfall's main gates. Morning mist still clung to the ground, giving the world beyond the walls an ethereal quality. His breath formed small clouds in the cool air.
The guards on duty barely glanced his way. They leaned on their spears with the bored confidence of men who faced no real threats, their conv...
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"Look what the mist dragged in. Come to beg for more handouts, dull-ear?"
Branson's voice cut through the noise of the Adventurer's Hall like a rusty blade. The drunk adventurer sprawled at the bar, his bloodshot eyes tracking Caleb's entrance with the intense malice of a predator spotting wounded prey.
Caleb didn't break stride. Didn't turn his head. He didn't flinch. The insult wa...
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