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They sling fireballs, hurl rocks, and charge into the faces of their god-like enemies. They fail. The three humans easily overpower and cripple the entire demon contingent. They slap the heads off a pair of succubi, break the back of a giant demon Brute, and unsheathe shiny steel swords to cleave the rest in two. Demons scream and wail. They beg for mercy, only for swords to lance through their skulls moments later. The humans wordlessly continue a violent rampage across the demon's territory as they hack and slice apart all in their path. Unlike Jepthath's previous visions, the warriors now wear neatly sewn leather and animalskin clothing. Along with their swords, they also carry steel shields while wearing leather pauldrons for their shoulders. They appear far more civilized than in the previous visions, yet also much more animalistic and frightening. I found myself surprised when the Archangel of Divination introduced me to the concept of metallurgy. Not only could she craft unique, mighty objects of divine origin, but she also went out of her way to teach my people the concept of forging our own weapons and armor. While Heaven struggled to rebuild itself, I put my power to work crafting cities, weaponry, and armor which would even the playing field against our demonic adversaries. Most importantly, however, Camael gave me a personal gift. A weapon capable of uniting humanity's power and transforming us into an unstoppable spear against the demonic bulwark to the west. The Dominion Rod. Crafted from the finest enchanted steel, the weapon resembled a shepherd's staff, with a curved top, allowing a single brilliant gem in its center to shine like the midday sun. The divine weapon was not only sturdy enough for me to wield in melee combat, but even better, it augmented and boosted my Heroic power. It improved my mental control over my troops, preventing them from rebelling or disobeying. In addition to improving my mental control, it also equalized the strength of any who accepted my power. Nearly every warrior came to possess the same fighting power I did, making every individual capable of fighting Demon Dukes without any assistance. One warrior was often capable of slaughtering an entire Demon Den singlehandedly. I had no time to waste when it came to bringing about the end of demonkind. While my life slowly ticked away and my skin began to sag, doubts appeared in my mind. How many demons still existed on the Earth? With their ranks thrown into turmoil, would I be able to find and kill every last Broodmother? Even if I did, assuming I couldn't locate the elusive Emperor of Providence, Lucifer, what did my efforts amount to? Once I died, she would reappear and rebuild the demonic army. All of my efforts would crumble to ash. I loved my wife and children. On the Day of Ascension, when I seized control of the Dominion Rod and lifted humanity to its greatest height, I gave my deceased family names to honor their memory. Neilah was like a flower blooming within my heart. Even as I killed my way through tens of thousands of demons, carving a path across the land with their blood, I never forgot my wife. However, the realization that my lineage would end upon my death spurned me to take a new family. I found another wife, a woman I later came to call Pierra, and lay with her whenever I found the time. She bore me several children, but no matter how I tried, I could not build a connection with them as I had my first family. My second family came to represent my ultimate detachment from the trifles and joys of life. I tried to show them the same love as my first family, but I failed. After killing so many demons, it felt as if a part of my soul had died. I could no longer love another in the same way I once had. Life is a series of ironic twists. I spent my whole existence fighting and killing demons, all to sate my bloodlust for them killing my family. When the chance came to savor a second life with a new family, I cast it aside. Jepthath's tone turns melancholic. I gave up my humanity, all so I could slay demons. Do I regret my decision?... Sometimes. The vision darkens, revealing an underground demon lair, one dug much more hastily and crudely than any of the others before it. Nineteen years after I made my pact with the Archangel Camael, and her brother, Raphael, I came upon an irresistible piece of intelligence from one of my scouts. We had finally pierced the depths of the Earth and found the hiding hole of Satan the Devil, as well as his cohorts, the Emperors of Passion and Providence, Belial and Lucifer. Having hunted down tens of thousands, perhaps even millions of demons and their broodmothers, I knew that since my life was coming to its end, I was running out of time to exact my ultimate revenge. I had the Devil cornered. The odds were high that he had set things up to bring me closer, but I didn't care. All of my pieces were in place. I brought an army of men thirty-thousand strong, each warrior capable of flattening a typical Demon Duke, should they gang up on the red-skinned bastard. It was now or never; my last chance to kill the one who had brought about the end of my family, all those centuries before. Satan's doom was upon him.................................. "Keep close, Aaron, " Jepthath says. "Yes, father, " A strapping young lad replies. Father and son, Jepthath and Aaron storm through the crudely-dug Demon Den. Unlike the polished walls of the dens from years before, this one's design appears haphazard at best. The pitch-black hallways turn from left to right in random directions, causing anyone with a poor sense of direction to become confused. However, thanks to the piercing blood-red-light emitting from Jepthath's eyes, he illuminates the path ahead with ease. Unlike nineteen years before, when his eyes glowed pure white, now they possess an ominous, demonic edge. Years of accumulated rage, as well as the destruction left in his wake, seem to have tinted Jepthath's very soul the color of blood. The hundreds of other warriors following in Jepthath's wake charge through the demonic hallways with reckless abandon. Their eyes, too, glow, but with a pure white color like Jepthath's once did. Once or twice, the humans come upon an orc, a goblin, or some other monster, only to brutally end the unfortunate being's life before it can defend itself. Aboveground, thirty human warriors, along with a five-man-strong angel contingent, use the power of Seer-Stones to pierce the Earth's depths. They envision the inner hallways, then transmit all the relevant information directly to Jepthath's mind. Jepthath and Aaron pause for a split-second before a T-junction, where the path splits in three directions. "If we travel to the right, we'll be able to cut across several broodmother dens along the way, " Aaron says. He gazes at his father respectfully, waiting for Jepthath's input. "No, " Jepthath replies. "Our goal is to eliminate Lucifer. Once she perishes, we can take our time mopping up the Broodmothers. Five warriors will head down the right path, but the rest of us will go left. " "Of course, father, " Aaron replies, as any thoughts of disobeying vanish immediately under the Dominion Rod's power. He spares a glance toward the weapon held in his father's grasp. "What if we should fall here, today, against the Emperors? " Jepthath immediately heads down the left tunnel, shooting a remorseful glance at his son. "If I perish, you will inherit my power. The Dominion Rod is a weapon possessing enough Holy Energy that no demon will be able to touch it. Make sure you obtain my artifact and continue hunting the bloodskins. Until every last one is dead, our work will never be done. " Aaron nods. His muscular body stands in stark contrast to his youthful face, which oozes childlike naivete. With only a single glance at the lad, anyone would be able to tell that he has no business dealing with matters of war. However, Jepthath pays little attention to his son's body language. Instead, the Shepherd of Men leads his warriors down various passageways, traveling as quickly as he can toward the large, inner chambers of the Demon Den. "I understand, father, " Aaron replies, his voice muted. "I will continue your fight even if you should fall. " "Good boy, " Jepthath says, keeping his expression neutral. The father and son fall silent, having exchanged all the words Jepthath feels need to be said. I cared little for my son, Aaron, Jepthath's inner voice says. At the time, I saw him as nothing but a tool — a weapon to combat the demons. Never once did I value him as a fellow human, nor as a beloved son. To me, he was merely the inheritor of my resentment. If I had to rely on him to kill my enemies, then all that meant was that I had failed in fulfilling my lifelong ambition. In a way, I resented Aaron. I resented his existence, and how he had subtly come to replace my first family. Of all the regrets I've come to possess over the millennia, treating my flesh and blood like a stranger stands atop the list. I was a terrible father. I was a terrible person. Jepthath and Aaron slow to a stop as a flickering light appears in the darkness ahead. With their enhanced eyes, both humans pick out the figures of half a dozen Burner demons, all of them standing at the ready with fireballs in hand. Fwoosh! Several fireballs come flying down the corridor, each one traveling nearly a hundred miles an hour. Before Jepthath can react, Aaron leaps forward and uses his shield like a baseball bat, swatting the superheated flames to the left and right. They splash against the walls, causing no injury to the assault force. Jepthath's vision-voice speaks. My body was not as young and virile as it used to be. In terms of physical strength, my son was my equal. In terms of speed, he was more than my match. I felt a hint of pride whenever I saw him fight, but that feeling always morphed into shame. I was ashamed of my weakness. Ashamed that I had taken so long to exterminate the little blood-suckers. With the gift of hindsight, I can now gaze upon my son with pride, but back then, I was too stuck in my ways to appreciate the lengths Aaron went to impress me. Aaron lunges forward. He and three other soldiers attack the low-ranking Burners, slaughtering them with ease. Aaron rips off the head of their leader and smashes it against a wall, turning it into a mess of blood and bone. Moments later, he returns and places his hand on his heart. "Let us continue, father. " "You hesitated, " Jepthath says, his eyes turning cold. "You could have killed those bloodskins five seconds faster, had you not paused to consider the flashiest method of dispatching them. " "I... I apologize, father. I will try to be more efficient next time. " "Don't 'try. ' Do. You have to set an example for the other soldiers. They'll look up to you when I'm gone. " "I understand, father. " "Do you? I'll be the judge of that. Let's continue. The Emperor's lair isn't much further. If you slip up, they'll kill you without hesitating. " ".. " Aaron's expression turns slightly dejected, but he hides his emotions quickly, masking his eyes with a swipe across his forehead. Moments later, the assault force of several hundred humans continues charging into the depths of the Earth. "Stay sharp! " Jepthath yells. "Today, we finish this war! We'll kill the bloodskins and complete our quest of blood! For humanity! " His soldiers shout in unison. "For humanity! For the Illuminator! "..................................... Recommended Listening Thousands of humans storm into one of the innermost chambers, its size comparable to a football stadium. The massive, recently excavated area stands nearly a hundred feet tall, held up by several hardened dirt pillars. Inside, thousands of demons assume defensive stances as their human oppressors charge inside, swords and shields held at the ready. Bael, the Duke of Pain, stands at the front of the crowd alongside Agares, the Duke of Reptiles. "Here they come! " Bael roars. "Don't let the bastards through! " Jepthath's eyes flick past the wall of demons, toward a caved-in hallway leading deeper into the demon's den. [We have to break past this bulwark, ] Jepthath says, transmitting his thoughts to his son and the other Legionnaires. [The Demon Emperors must be hiding inside the central chamber. ] [Cowards! ] One of Jepthath's generals yells. [The bloodskins know only how to skulk in the darkness! ] [We have to be careful, ] Aaron says, a hint of worry in his eyes. [We might be walking into a trap. ] [Of course we are, ] Jepthath replies. He charges at Bael and raises his fist. [I would expect no less from these loathsome cretins! ] Boom! Bael meets Jepthath's fist with his own. The two warriors engage in brutal combat, using their bodies to their fullest extent. Unlike a few years before, when Jepthath first used his newly acquired martial techniques, this time, Bael manages to hold his own. Bael receives more than his fair share of blows from the human king but manages to land a few as well. Each time Bael's fists strike Jepthath, the human king staggers backward. Having spent the last twenty years running from Jepthath's forces, Bael's combat capabilities appear to have sharply risen, forcing the human king to rely on his staff as a weapon. It only takes a minute for chaos to engulf the chamber. Aaron and Agares meet each other in one-on-one combat; trading blows between the future leader of humanity and a grizzled veteran of the demonic species. Goblins adhere to the ceiling while hurling spears from above, trying their best to wound or distract the humans beneath them. Orcs leap into the fray while riding atop Hellhounds, using the double-threat of monster and beast to take out a few of the weakest human warriors. However, it doesn't take long before the battle begins tilting in Jepthath's favor. Jepthath ducks a punch from Bael, grabs the Duke's arm, and flings him over his shoulder. Bael spins through the air and lands amidst a six-man-strong contingent of Legionnaires, all of whom descend upon the Duke of Pain, raining their fists down like a mile-high waterfall. Agares slashes at Aaron, using his superior scaled defenses to absorb the youth's attacks where possible. At the same time, his claws slash and cut Aaron's skin when he gets too close. "Gah! " Aaron cries out in pain as Agares rakes his face, ripping out thick, meaty chunks of flesh from his forehead to his cheek. Aaron staggers back, allowing three other Legionnaires to pounce at the Duke. Suddenly, Agares gasps. Jepthath appears from out of nowhere and smashes the Dominion Rod against the back of Agares' neck, sending him crashing into the chamber's floor. With the Duke of Reptiles staggered, another contingent of Legionnaires begins whaling on him from every direction, suppressing his movements and forcing him to retreat. "Aaron! Come with me, " Jepthath yells, grabbing his son's attention. Both of them, along with a thousand soldiers, charge toward the caved-in doorway at the edge of the chamber. The demons and monsters behind continue trying to fight the ever-increasing stream of humans flooding into the chamber, but their forces are no match for an army of demi-humans, each individually as strong as a Demon Duke. Jepthath stops before the caved-in hallway. "Stand back! " He aims the Dominion Rod at the entrance, looks away, and shields his eyes. "Firing... now! " A tremendous surge of mana wells up within Jepthath's chest. It transfers into the Dominion Rod, enters the magic crystal in its head, and morphs into a mountain-shattering blast of holy energy. Thoom! The entire underground tunnel system explodes with dirt and debris. Cracks rip across the ceiling as an earthquake rattles the planet. It takes more than a minute for the dust to settle, only for chunks of the ceiling to plummet from above, crushing anyone they hit. "Let's move! " Jepthath bellows. He charges into the now-excavated tunnel, ignoring the rapidly building casualties outside. Hundreds of Legionnaires perish along with their demon and monster adversaries, but Jepthath pays them no mind. My warriors were little more than expendable resources to me, Jepthath's inner voice muses. I only cared about their deaths before obtaining the Dominion Rod, back when I had to appease various tribal leaders to build my army. Once I received Camael's artifact, I no longer wasted my time fretting over such trifles. The moment they accepted my power, they gave up their right to protest my orders. They became expendable servants, capable of helping me annihilate the demons. The human king and his son charge down the hallway. They plow through dozens of Lords and even a few Barons, both groups doing their best to stall the humans for time. Upon entering the next chamber, Jepthath and Aaron find themselves surrounded by a massive quantity of demons. Unlike the previous room, where some of the mightiest demon warriors stood their ground against the human invaders, in this room, they try using the narrow doorway as a chokepoint to crush the humans with numbers. Thousands of fireballs rush at Jepthath the instant he enters the room. Instinctively, he activates the Dominion Rod to form a powerful mana barrier, causing the superheated projectiles to explode harmlessly at the doorway's opening. Slowed by the Burner's assault, Jepthath and his fellow humans pause upon entering the second chamber. They take refuge behind their king as Jepthath easily repels the nonstop barrage of flames and hellfire from his mortal enemies. Within two minutes, the Burner's fireballs drop off in both intensity and firepower. Having run out of mana, the Burners retreat from battle, allowing their allies to seize the initiative. Once again, a horde of goblins skitters across the ceiling. However, unlike the previous room's occupants, these goblins share a variety of different skin colors. The red-skinned ones, who somewhat resemble hornless demons, are far more aggressive than the rest. They leap from the ceiling like kamikazes and try to stab the humans to death with little stone knives. As Jepthath's warriors funnel into the chamber and engage in battle, they easily shrug off the limp-wristed attacks of the red-skinned goblins. Yellow-skinned goblins join the fray as well. They pounce from the ceiling to the pillars and keep their distance from the humans, all while using makeshift slingshots to try and shoot the humans in their eyes. Several warriors howl in pain as tiny rocks zip unnoticed into their glowing weak-spots. Finally, a much smaller number of black-skinned goblins ride alongside orcs atop their Hellhounds. These Obsidian Goblins appear virtually identical to the ones which appeared on Tarus II alongside the Hydra. With their iron-like skin, they act as tanks, allowing their fellow orcs to focus more on offense while they deflect and absorb attacks from the mighty human army. Jepthath swings the Dominion Rod from side to side, using it as a club against any enemy foolish enough to step within range. He crushes heads, shatters shoulders, and sends waves of destruction surging amongst the demon ranks. Meanwhile, Aaron stays close to his father. Humanity's king and prince take out three Demon Lords effortlessly, eliminating troublesome foes before they can cause any casualties. Suddenly, a deafening explosion ripples through the chamber, momentarily stunning all of the humans. Shax, the Baron of Shredding, leaps atop the back of a riderless Hellhound and rides the rampaging monster like a surfboard. He sweeps his fingers across his chest, acting as if he's going all-out while playing air guitar. Every time Shax's fingers move, sound-blasts fire from his body, knocking away anyone, friend or foe, who strays too close. Shax's little sister, the Lord of Emotion, Murmur, rides atop his shoulders. She rests her chin on his head and sighs deeply, while occasionally aiming her finger at any humans who charge her brother. "Poke. Poke... poke... " Each time Murmur pokes the air, using the least amount of physical exertion possible, she sends a Legionnaire flying. Murmur's telekinesis proves unyielding, preventing anyone from landing a hit on her older brother. One of Jepthath's generals scowls. "We have to kill that Baron! " "No, " Jepthath says, shaking his head. "He's nothing more than a distraction. Keep your eyes on the prize. I want our weaker reserves to keep him busy. " "Father, I can eliminate him, " Aaron offers. "Stay by my side, boy. You still have to prove yourself worthy of wielding the Dominion Rod. You'll have a shot at glory when we fight the Emperors. " "A-alright. As you wish, father. " Shax begins headbanging, causing his frizzy white hair to leap back and forth. Each time, bolts of electricity fire from the tips of his hair, jolting both enemies and allies who stray too close. Because of Shax's headbanging, Murmur loses her comfy headrest. She frowns. "Brother... stop moving... " Shax laughs. "Haha! No can do, little sis! I have to move to feel the rhythm! " Murmur sighs. "... I hate 'the rhythm. '" Shax, a dull-headed music-lover, continues blasting his intolerably awful music at anyone in range, while his sister protects him from ambushers. As they work together, Jepthath shoves his way past them toward the rear of the demon's army. There, he encounters another obstacle. A massive Hellhound, comparable to Cerberus, stands amidst a sea of Orcs. The four-legged predator stands nearly thirty-feet tall. Its ten-ton body, starved of food, trembles with hunger. With the demons having kept the animal on a short leash, its viciousness is at peak rarely seen amongst other wild creatures. "Gods! " Aaron cries out. "Is that Lucifer's transformation?! She's massive! " Jepthath shakes her head as he grabs a shield from one of his nearby soldiers. "No. It's merely a starved mongrel. I'll kill it like the rest! " Without issuing any orders to his men, Jepthath lunges toward the humongous creature. Orcs try to stop him, but he flings them aside with the ease of an elephant stomping mice. The king holds his shield up and uses it as a battering ram, turning anyone in his path to bloody mush. Eventually, Jepthath arrives before the giant Hellhound. The monster snaps at him, trying to devour the warrior whole. Upon seeing the jaws of death approaching, Jepthath merely smiles. [Oh? Hungry? Allow me to oblige. ] Like a man possessed by the Devil, Jepthath happily leaps into the monster's mouth while avoiding its teeth. The Hellhound slams its jaws shut, causing Aaron's heart to tremble. "No! Father! " A moment later, the Hellhound's eyes bulge with pain. It opens its mouth and tries to spit the steel-clad warrior out, but Jepthath merely leaps into its throat. [No. I'll stay for a minute, beast. ] An explosion detonates inside the monster's throat, causing its entire body to shudder. The Hellhound scrabbles back and paws at its face, trying desperately to vomit out the parasite it swallowed mere moments before. It fails. Jepthath activates the Dominion Rod, sending a blast of mana throughout the wolf's organs. Moments later, the beast explodes, sending rives of blood and bone spraying in every direction. Jepthath leaps out of its body, covered from head to toe in its cooked entrails. Aaron blinks. "Father? You're alright! " Jepthath scowls. "Stupid boy. Of course, I am. Stop speaking nonsense! Now, let's get a move on. The final chamber awaits! " Shax's unmelodic 'music' continues blasting, ripping apart the eardrums of anyone close enough to hear. Once again, Jepthath ignores the mountain of casualties forming and advances forward with a dwindling number of elite warriors. By the time he charges through the final corridor into the largest, innermost cavern, he only has a hundred men following him. Jepthath enters the final room and slows to a stop. Unlike the two before it, which were crudely dug and illuminated by the light of Legionnaire eyes and Burner fireballs, this chamber possesses hundreds of lamps stuck in the walls around the room. Its walls shine with polish, revealing the amount of care taken in its decoration. A granite throne sits against the back wall, where Satan sits atop it, smirking. Lucifer stands to his right, with a small contingent of mutated Hellhounds at her side. Each of her pets possesses bright red fur, giving them the appearance of fox-wolf mixed breeds. Their eyes crackle with electricity, revealing their elementally attuned nature. "Haha! " Satan laughs. "Hey! It's been a while, kingy! Glad you could make it! " Jepthath ignores Satan's taunts. His eyes flick first to Lucifer, then to the rest of the room, where tens of thousands of demons and monsters stand at the ready. "Foolish humans. You've walked right into a trap, " Satan mutters, yawning as he speaks. "Today... you die. " "I wonder about that, " Jepthath murmurs. He glances at his son and shrugs, as if to say, see? I already knew they had set a trap. Jepthath turns to look at Satan. "Unfortunately, oh, mighty bloodskin Emperor, no amount of trickery will ever defeat one who possesses the strength to withstand it. My men, go! " Satan sighs. "A frontal assault. Why am I not surprised? " Jepthath leaps into the air. He summons power into the Dominion Rod, then fires a blast of holy energy at Lucifer, intending to finish her off in one blow. Instead, Lucifer jumps forward, grabs a goblin, and hurls it at the human king. "No, no, nonoNOOOOO!! " The goblin shrieks in terror as it turns into a meatshield for the Emperor of Providence. The Dominion Rod's blast of energy rips the goblin apart and turns it into a blood-balloon, splattering the monster's innards all over Jepthath. By the time Jepthath manages to see past the fog in the air, Lucifer has disappeared. Jepthath lands on his feet and swivels to look in every direction. He spots Lucifer engaged in combat with Aaron and rushes forward to help. The Demon Emperor of Providence cackles evilly. Her deity-level body provides her with more than enough physical power to take on the human, but even so, Jepthath finds himself astounded at the sheer might behind each blow. Lucifer whales on Aaron, her fists striking his enchanted shield like sledgehammers. Aaron grits his teeth as the clanging of her fist sends out clattering bangs whenever she lands a hit. "F-father! Help me, please! " Jepthath arrives just in time to save his son. He rudely kicks Aaron aside and sends the lad skidding to the side, just in time to avoid one final, deadly strike by Lucifer. Crash! The Demon Emperor's fists strike the dirt where Aaron stood only a split-second before, summoning an Earthquake to shake the planet. Jepthath stumbles backward as the ground tosses him like a sack of potatoes. He rights himself in midair and lands in a crouch, readying himself to charge again. [Astounding! ] Jepthath crows, begrudgingly praising the Demoness in his mind. [Lucifer has never possessed such power, not until she morphed into one of her animal forms! Where did she obtain such strength?! ] Shaking away his worrisome thoughts, Jepthath attacks Lucifer, turning his body into a tornado of muscle and pain. He swings the flat of his shield against her head, but she deflects it with the side of her arm. He fires a blast of holy energy at her, but she bends over backward and narrowly evades the deadly laser. [No, something isn't right, ] Aaron says, transmitting his thoughts to Jepthath. [Look! Her movements are far too fast and fluid. We've faced Lucifer many times, father. That isn't her! ] Thump! Lucifer pounds Jepthath in his chest and sends him flying. Jepthath spins head over heels until he crashes into a rock pillar, bringing the whole thing crashing down. Just before 100 tons of collapsing rubble can kill him, Jepthath shakily raises his staff and summons another mana barrier to protect himself. He narrowly survives with his life. "Kah! Damn... Aaron is right. That isn't Lucifer... it must be... the changeling! " Jepthath bursts out of the collapsed pillar's remains. Not far away, five of his warriors work together to take down a pack of hellhounds. The mind-controlled Legionnaires snap each beast's neck, one by one, only for the Hellhounds to open their mouths and breath lightning upon the warriors. Electrical pain surges from their minds into Jepthath's, forcing him to sever the connection. [Gah! Aaron, don't engage that Emperor in combat! She's not Lucifer! She's Belial! ] Across the cavern, Aaron battles Belial, using his comparable strength and speed to just barely keep up with her. However, with her stretchy limbs, Belial outmaneuvers the young man time and again, simultaneously batting him around like a kitten with a ball, while occasionally turning her fingers into knives to cut and stab the openings in his defenses. Jepthath hesitates. Faced with the decision to save his son or to seek out the true Emperor of Providence, uncertainty clouds his judgment. [Father! Help me! ] Aaron cries out, begging for assistance. Jepthath continues to hesitate. "Where is she? Where did that whore hide? If I can't kill Lucifer, everything I've done today will be for nothing. " Jepthath chews his lip. From across the chamber, he hears a blood-curdling scream, then silence. The battles around quickly swallow up the sound, but the King's heart skips a beat. [No! Aaron! ] Rallied by the terror in his heart, Jepthath pounces like a jaguar toward his son and Belial. As he leaps over the heads of surprised demons, Jepthath's vision lasers in on the figure of 'Lucifer' holding Aaron by his throat. She gazes at Jepthath's oncoming form and smiles. "I have your son, human! You won't dare-" "LET HIM GO! " Jepthath howls in rage at the shapeshifted demoness, interrupting her mid-sentence. Belial suddenly realizes Jepthath isn't slowing down. She tosses Aaron aside and holds up her arms to protect herself. BOOM! Jepthath strikes the Emperor of Passion with stunning force. He sends her flying backward, then lunges forward again without pausing. "I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill you! " The image of his son's unconscious form held in the demoness's grasp etches into Jepthath's mind. By the time Belial impacts one of the side-walls, it only takes a split second before Jepthath arrives before her and begins swinging his fists recklessly, like a raging bull. Wham! Wham! Wham wham whamwhamwham! Jepthath's blood boils with fury. His wrath becomes a monsoon of destruction. Belial's strength, the mightiest among her people, only manages to suppress half of Jepthath's striking power. Each time he lands a punch, the human king breaks one of Belial's bones. Eventually, she loses her concentration and breaks her shapeshifted form, revealing her true appearance underneath. "Aaaahhhh!! " Belial cries in pain. She tries to sidestep, to push away the king, and even to jump in the air, but he never lets up. "Today, you draw your LAST breath! " Jepthath roars. With one final punch, he swings his fist against the side of Belial's head, sending her careening to the left. She tumbles and twists for several seconds before coming to a grinding halt amidst a group of demons and humans. Jepthath's blood-red eyes flash with insight. A sudden realization strikes him, and he whirls around to face Satan, who continues sitting on the throne without moving. [Ah! As I thought! While I assaulted Belial, Satan didn't move a muscle. He would never let me injure his beloved mate! That must mean... the Satan seated there is a fake! Belial used her illusion magic to change his appearance! ] Jepthath grinds his teeth together. [The aura leaking out of that demon is identical to any Emperor. 'Satan' must be Lucifer! ] However, even as this realization hits Jepthath, he pauses. The human king glances toward his son, lying motionless amongst a sea of enemies and allies. Several demons try to plunge their knives into his heart, but the nearby human warriors manage to shield him. [You! General Kian! Take my son out of here! I'll kill the Emperor of Providence myself! ] [Yes, my king! ] Jepthath watches as one of the human warriors grabs Aaron, hoists the lad over his shoulder, and retreats, leaving only Jepthath and fifty-something other humans to fend off their demon opponents. Jepthath turns to face 'Satan. ' "Haha... now, I've got you. " He lunges toward the eerily calm and confident demon sitting on the granite throne. Satan leans lazily against his palm, seemingly uninterested in Jepthath's incoming attack. Jepthath grins. "Pretend all you want, but I know who you are! " As he lunges toward Satan, the Devil yawns. "Oh, dear. Looks like this is the end for me. " Jepthath raises the Dominion Rod. He swings it downward, aiming to crush 'Satan's' head into mulch. Crunch! To Jepthath's astonishment, he pulverizes Satan's entire body into a bloody pulp. The sheer strength behind Jepthath's swing sends a shockwave into the Earth's depths, destroys the granite throne, and sends shockwaves exploding in every direction. Jepthath stands amidst the rubble, staring in disbelief. "What? No... it can't be... he really was Satan? But, if he was, then why wouldn't he dodge?! " Suddenly, Jepthath's body teleports. He reappears not far away, back where he was standing moments before. Satan sits on the granite throne and yawns lazily. " Jepthath blinks in confusion. Hesitantly, he raises the Dominion Rod and lunges forward again. This time, he puts every drop of his strength into the attack, doubling his previous output. "I... I won't fall for your tricks, bloodskin! " THOOM! Jepthath smashes Satan's body into mulch once again. He rattles the entire chamber, causing hundreds of tons of rock and stone to shake free from the ceiling and plummet to the ground below. Jepthath breathes heavily. He stares at the rubble where the throne stood only a second earlier. I got him. He's dead now. The bastard can't have escaped death a second-" Suddenly Jepthath teleports again. He reappears where he stood before, facing Satan as the Devil yawns. " Jepthath's heart trembles. "No... again? How? How is this happening? " Faint memories trickle into Jepthath's mind. Hercules's words tickle his brain, as if trying to remind him of some terrible power, some awful demonic magic he must avoid at all costs. However, no matter how Jepthath struggles, he can't remember what his former master once said. "Something's not right. Why can't I kill the Devil? Is he really Lucifer after all? " "Father... h-help me... " Jepthath jumps in fright. He turns to his right, only to see a young boy lying on the ground amidst a pool of blood. Barely six years old, the boy is but a child, far younger than Jepthath's oldest son, Aaron. "Daddy... it hurts... " A little girl's voice reaches Jepthath, startling him again. He raises his eyes slightly to see a little girl, badly burned, crawling toward him. With her right arm and leg chewed off, she's a miserable sight, with an appearance so heart-rendingly sad that it immediately brings tears to Jepthath's eyes. "M-my... my children... how are they alive..? " Jepthath takes a step toward the little boy, only to find an invisible mana barrier blocking his path. He stumbles backward in surprise, only to jump forward a moment later and try to break it with his bare hands. He fails. "No! No!! Let me through, damn you! You filthy bloodskin bastards! How dare you desecrate the dead?! I'll kill you all!! " Jepthath hammers the barrier with all of his strength. The harder he fights, the stronger it becomes. He breaks his fingers against the wall, but even then, he can't get through to embrace his dying children. "My... love... help me... " A woman whispers. Jepthath gazes at his feet. There, a face more familiar to him than his own looks at him with eyes full of tears. "" Jepthath drops to his knees. He stares at his former wife's disfigured body, covered in even more gruesome burns and cuts than his daughter. Neilah coughs blood all over the dirt and lowers her eyes. "You... you left us... to die... " "N-no, I didn't, " Jepthath says, as he touches her face. "I'll... I'll save you! I'll grant you my power! You'll be able to heal, you'll-" Suddenly, Jepthath teleports back to his starting position. He stands and faces Satan once more, startled by the sudden change of scenery. Satan yawns. " Disbelief washes through Jepthath's body. He turns to look for his family, only to find that they're no longer there. He's all alone. "Neilah... " Grief wells up in the king's chest. He stifles his emotions and gazes at the Demon Emperor seated on the throne. you did this. Who are you?! Where am I?! " Hardly have the words left Jepthath's lips, when the chaotic battle surrounding Jepthath simply disappears. The chamber falls silent. Satan, still seated on his throne, chuckles. "Oh? Finally figured it out, did you? Pathetic human. You revealed your weakness to me, not once, but twice, and you thought I wouldn't notice? Your love for your family allowed me to exploit your mind. Even as we speak, Satan is pushing through your warriors. He'll crush your head momentarily, take your power for himself, and win the war. " 'Satan' disappears. He reappears a few feet away from Jepthath, only for his body to shift its appearance, revealing his true form. Lucifer. Jepthath's heart skips a beat. The memories of what his master once told him come flooding back. "Ah! You... you trapped me inside the Room of Torment! " Lucifer cackles. "Hahahaha! Is that what you call it? My Demonic Trance is unlike anything you've ever faced! I could force you to endure a million years of pain and agony while only a minute passed in the outside world! Face facts, human. You lose, and I win. " Lucifer leers in front of Jepthath she cackles evilly, taunting him for his weakness and inability to see through her brilliant plans. Jepthath closes his eyes and sighs. His understanding of the situation takes hold, calming his previously unstoppable rage. "Aye. Had I known of your power beforehand, I could have protected myself. But now, I have only one recourse. " Lucifer smiles. "Yes. That's right... the only thing you can do now is... suffer! " Jepthath winces as ten thousand knives fly at him from the walls, ceiling, and floor. They impale his body, sending waves of pain coursing through him. However, the king merely shakes his head. "I know what it means to suffer. These blades are nothing compared to what you showed me before. " Bitterly, the human sighs. "You've left me no choice. But at least now I can go out on my own terms. " As another knife impales Jepthath's eye, he smiles. "Farewell, Aaron. My son. " The king summons all of the mana in his body to his brain, causing his vision to turn white. The last thing he sees is Lucifer's look of disbelief. you can't do this-! ".

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There will probably be a few time skips during that period, because I don't want to get too bogged down in joint tactics development, and I want to move the story on to events after that, but there will definitely be some PT session fun, and a visit to a keshmin town (which will probably be a multi-episode adventure arc). Now that this episode is out, I'll also be putting together some fan art and commissions I've had done to share with you guys. I'm really excited about that! EDIT: Forgot the Patreon Link] Retreat, Hell – Episode 10 [ First][ Prev][ Next] This was not a good day. Michaels surveyed the bodies laid out before him in the pavilion-turned-morgue. Three Marines, none of them older than twenty-three, and one German Shepherd. “Are you sure we didn’t get any of the bastards? ” General Zoroiwchak asked. His uniform was barely ruffled, despite having spent the night in the wrong FOB on lockdown. “No, sir, ” Lieutenant Colonel Mayhew said, shaking his head. His sleepless night reflected in the slight bags under his eyes. “There’s a blood trail that leads over the berm and into the woods, and we’ve got a dog team backed by half a platoon on it now, but no bodies so far. ” Not fast enough… Michaels resisted the urge to rub his own baggy eyes. Between the lockdown and the sweep of the base, the elves have enough of a head start… They’re probably across the river and halfway to keeblerville by now. “How did they get in? ” he asked. “The Ganlin gave us those beacons to set up around the FOB, to disrupt their invisibility. ” “They did, but they didn’t give us enough, ” Mayhew shook his head. “Not for how much we’ve had to expand the perimeter. ” “Have they been shorting us? ” Sergeant Major Miller asked. Michaels suppressed a frown. Miller always struck him as being too quick to throw the blame on someone than was appropriate, especially for a regimental Sergeant Major. “No, I don’t think so, ” Mayhew shook his head. “The reports my men have given me say they’re struggling even with the supplies we’ve shared with them. ” He sighed, rubbing gunk out of his eye. “And the number of beacons I’ve seen set up around their own camp indicate that they don’t have enough beacons left to cover themselves. ” “So they slipped in through the cracks? ” Colonel Anders asked. “Essentially, sir, yes, ” Sergeant Major Donalds said. The broad-shouldered man resembled a bulldog. Michaels knew him by his reputation for being as tenacious and stubborn as one, but he looked just as tired as his commanding officer. “The way the goat-cat wizards explained it, the beacons’ effectiveness starts to taper off after a certain distance. At the edges, it’s almost nothing, and a skilled Keebler wizard can keep their shit stable through it. ” “So we don’t have enough overlap? ” “Worse, sir, ” Donalds said. “We’ve got total gaps in coverage. Not all the beacons have been moved since initially set up, but we’ve identified some total gaps that you could drive an Abrams through, and the whole perimeter is scattered with weak areas. ” “How many got in? Are there any still inside? ” “We’re not entirely sure, ” Mayhew said. “But between the reports, what little security camera coverage we had in the area, and two Go-Pros, we’re pretty certain it was a team of eight. ” “We did a thorough sweep of the base with the dogs, ” Donalds said. He nodded at the slain Shepherd. “Sergeant Razer caught on to them right quick, led her team straight to the bastards. Whatever they’ve got, it don’t block a dog’s nose. ” Zoroiwchak nodded, then sighed. “Let’s let these boys lie in peace. ” Michaels gave a silent nod to the fallen Marines, paying his final respects. They weren’t his men, all of Second Battalion had been moved back to Tolkien, but they were still Marines. “Do we have any idea what their objectives were? ” Zoroiwchak asked as he stepped out of the tent, followed closely by his aide and the rest of the party. “Not for sure, no, ” Mayhew said. “Nothing has been identified as missing, and they hadn’t gotten very far into the camp before Razer led Corporal Ramirez and Corporal Goldberg right to them. ” “We swept the camp for anything they might have left behind, ” Donalds said, “Even got a couple of the goat-cat wizards to come over and scan for anything they might have deployed, came up with nothing. ” “They were probably doing recon, ” Michaels said. “That’s what we figured, too, ” Mayhew nodded. “Well, now they know we’re vulnerable, ” Miller said. “And it cost us three Marines and a dog, and five more injured to tell them that. ” Their conversation was interrupted by the ringing of a cellphone. Tolkien was close enough to the portal to get regular cell signal, and repeaters had been set up to provide signal inside FOB Williams, though it was still spotty in some portions of the base. Zoroiwchak’s aide, a young lieutenant, pulled the phone out of his pocket and answered it. After a brief conversation, his eyebrows shot up, and he held the phone out. “Sir, you need to take this. ” Zoroiwchak raised an eyebrow and took the phone. “General Zoroiwchak. Sir. … Shit. Aye, sir. Yes, sir. I concur, sir. Yes, sir, we can make that happen. No sir. Will they need support? Aye, sir. I’ll have units standing by just in case. We’ll get it locked down, sir. ” He hung up the phone, handing it back to his aide. “Anders, get Miramar on the horn, tell them to pull half the stockpile we raided from the elves and make it ready for immediate delivery. ” He turned to Mayhew. “Send a message to the keshmin that we need more of those disruptor shitasses ASAP, and that they can have as many of the mana crystals we liberated from the elves as they need to make them. We need a solid perimeter around Williams and Tolkien with no gaps. ” He turned back to his aide “Clemson, get on the horn with the MWD commanders, tell them we need a continuous patrol around both perimeters. We need every dog that can be spared sent to the front for patrols, and we need them here yesterday. ” “What happened? ” Michaels asked. He scowled. “One of the bastards slipped through to Earth. ” “Shit. ” “How bad is it? ” Mayhew asked. “He murdered a family and was camping in their house. County Sheriffs were sent to check on the family this morning, and he killed one of the deputies before getting away. ” “Has it hit the media yet? ” Miller asked. “Not yet, but they’re already standing up a state-wide manhunt, and every three-letter agency between San Diego and DC is throwing their hat in the ring. It’s not going to stay quiet for long. ” “Fucking hell. ” “Yeah. ” Zoroiwchak shook his head. “We need to get on top of this clusterfuck. This magic bullshit they have is one hell of an advantage. Getting some kind of augment integration with the keshmin wizards just took on a whole new priority, and so did figuring out whether or not any of us can play with magic. ” “Are the Berkley boys ready? The artificer my Marines adopted cleared medical, and we sent him Earth-side yesterday for more scans after he volunteered to share his medical data. ” “Yeah, I saw your brief on that. I’ll get on the horn with Berkley and make sure they step up the pace. When is the wizard team supposed to show up? ” “They’re selecting their artificers now. They’re supposed to arrive on Tuesday. ” “Good. Get them sorted and start training hard. This new shitstorm is going to have us on lockdown for a bit, but General Langstrom’s offensive is aggressive enough as it is. Once we’re sure our balls are covered, there’s going to be a huge demand for hell to pay. ” “No doubt, sir. ” He looked as his aide answered another call. “I’ve gotta go deal with this fuck show. Your boys did good the other day, but there job’s not done. Make sure they’re squared and ready to rumble come Tuesday. We’ve got a lot of work to do. ” “Aye, sir. ” ********* “Man, this fucking sucks…” Gomez groaned, banging the back of his head on the hesco wall he sat against. “I know, man, ” Kawalski said. “This fucking lockdown bullshit is really cutting into our profit margin. ” “Of course your chief complaint is not being able to scam other Marines out of their hard-earned pay. ” Bradford rolled her eyes. “It ain’t no scam! ” he said. “It’s free enterprise! ” “Can you even spell free enterprise? ” “I don’t need to spell it if it’s making me money! ” Bradford snorted, shaking her head. I’m not going to dignify that with a response… “I’m just sick of being on watch or on patrol, ” Edison said. “What are they trying to do, hope we just stumble into some invisible bastards by chance? ” “We just had eighteen hours of liberty back on Earth, ” Dubois said, rolling his eyes. “We don’t get to complain about anything. ” Edison snorted. “I’m a Marine. I can complain about everything. ” “Yeah, well, I’d like to complain about your mom, ” Gomez said. “Hey, my mother is a nice lady! She works very hard every night at Goldfingers. ” Kimber laughed. “I’m sure Kawalski was her favorite customer, then. ” “Kawalski is every stripper’s favorite customer, ” Bradford said, rolling her eyes. Rinn perked an ear at the discussion, but opted not to join the conversation. It was the most he had moved since he had flopped down against the wall. “Seriously, though, this fucking sucks. ” Davies shook his head. “How are we supposed to catch the bastards if they can turn fucking invisible? ” “Elven commandos, man. ” Stephens said, staring across the cleared field on the other side of the wall into the trees beyond. “Fuckin’ elven commandos. Pulled some Legolas bullshit. ” “Did anyone know the guys who died? ” Dubois asked. “Nah, ” Kimber said. “They were all from Third Battalion. ” “I think Sampson might have fucked one of them, ” Kawalski said. “You think Sampson might have fucked everyone, ” Bradford gave him a side-ways glance. “He might have! ” “Ugghh…” Bradford rolled her eyes again. “Mnngh. ” Rinn groaned. “Shsh. ” He waved a hand in their direction. Bradford laughed. “What’s the matter, Shields? ” She squatted next to him and poked him in the side, looking for a ticklish spot. “Party a little too hard last night? ” Groaning, he tucked his arm in and leaned away from her, trying to protect his side. Instead, he slid along the wall until he fell over. Bradford squatted down and poked him some more. “C’mon, Shields, how’re you gonna keep your stave going if you pass out? We don’t have anything else that can see invisible keeblers. ” He groaned, curling into a ball. “Doesn’t need me. Set to automagic. ” Bradford blinked, snorting a laugh. Is that… Is that a fucking word, now? The distraction was her undoing. She failed to notice Rinn slipping his tail into one of the straps on her pack until the sharp tug threw off the balance of her squat and she found herself on her ass. She blinked in surprise, then joined the rest of the squad in laughter. “You sneaky bastard! ” Rinn flicked his tail up to press the end against her mouth. “Shhhhh…. ” She swatted his tail away as they all laughed again. “Heads up, here comes trouble, ” Dubois said, nodding towards a Humvee barreling their way. “It’s not time for our reliefs, yet, is it? ” Davies asked. “Nope, ” said Miller. “C’mon, shields, time to put your armor back on. ” Bradford poked him in the side again. Rinn groaned, but sat up and dragged the plate carrier over. Bradford helped him put it on, then hauled him to his feet. “I can barely move in this thing, how can you stand to run in it? ” “Lots of PT, ” Gomez said. “And knee problems, ” Kimber added. “Yeah, ” Kawalski grunted. “I figure I’ll have enough joint damage by the time I get out, I’ll be making E-Five for life. ” Further conversation was forestalled by the Humvee as it roared up and ground to a halt with a squeal of breaks. The doors swung open and Lieutenant Meyers and Staff Sergeant Rickles stepped out. A pair of MPs stepped out behind them, followed by two dogs and their handlers that had squeezed into the back. “Second Artificer Ahyat, ” Meyers said, stepping up to the squad. “You’re to come with us for questioning. Rex and Lucy will cover your sector. ” “What kind of questioning, sir? ” Kawalski said, immediately on edge. The rest of the squad fell in behind Bradford, and she saw Kimber and Sampson putting themselves between Rinn and the Lieutenant. “The technical kind, ” Rickles said, giving them a small, calming wave. “He’s more valuable for his expertise than as a sentry right now. ” The squad relaxed a bit, though Kawalski still gave the MPs a suspicious eye. “I’d still like to come along, sir, ” Bradford said, stepping forward. “He falls under my command. If you’re going to be questioning him, I should be there. ” She paused, then added as the thought occurred to her. “You might also need someone to translate. ” Meyers gave her a considering look, then nodded. “Very well. Pile in. ” “Aye, sir, ” she nodded, then glanced over her shoulder. “Dubois, you’re in charge until I get back. ” “Aye, Sergeant. ” She caught Davies’ frown as she turned back to the Lieutenant and she and Rinn followed him to the Humvee. Technically Davies is more senior, but… If he wanted to maintain seniority, he shouldn’t have gone sickbay commando. Bradford put the concern out of her mind as Rinn passed her his stave and climbed into the back of the Humvee after her. He groaned as he settled himself into a position that had a passing resemblance to comfortable. She grinned and tapped him on the arm, leaning over to whisper in his ear. “Heh, they sent two dog teams to replace you, and you were mostly passed out and hungover. ” Rinn snorted, taking his stave back and curling up with it as he leaned against the bulkhead. He smirked like he was going to give her a smart remark, but the Humvee jolted, bouncing his head off the bulkhead, and he just whimpered and groaned instead. **** “At ease, Sergeant. ” The tall, lanky, Navy Lieutenant shut the door behind him. “I’m Lieutenant Bauder, Office of Naval Intelligence. ” He shifted a folder and notebook to his left hand and offered a handshake as Bradford introduced herself and Rinn. “To be clear, Sergeant, Second Artificer, nobody’s in trouble, but we are in desperate need of information, technical and non-technical, and there are few people in a better position to provide that than yourself, ” he nodded at Rinn. “I will share what I can, sir, ” Rinn said, standing almost at attention just to keep himself from swaying. Bradford repeated his words for Bauder’s benefit. “Excellent, ” Bauder said, dropping his folder and notebook down on the table and sitting across from Bradford and Rinn. “Let’s start with invisibility. ” Bradford glanced around the room as she and Rinn returned to their seats. They had barely been sitting for more than a minute before the Lieutenant had arrived. More an “unfinished closet” than “interrogation room” vibe, but it’s not far off… Bauder opened the folder and flipped to a blank page in his notebook, clicking his pen a few times as he found his starting point in the papers in the folder. “We understand that they have two versions. Is this correct? ” “Yes. ” Rinn nodded. Bradford continued her translation. “They have their blending, and true invisibility. ” “Can you elaborate on ‘blending? ’” “Yes. ” He took a moment to collect his thoughts. His ears drooped, and Bradford could tell his movements were slower and more deliberate than usual, but he was putting on a strong front. “Blending is… a blending of their appearance with their surroundings. Light does not pass through them, but they create the appearance that it does. ” He paused to allow Bradford to translate, and she got the feeling he was using the break to piece more words together. Bauder nodded, jotting an abbreviated version down on his notepad. “Is this effect biological? Is it their skin changing? ” He added in response to Rinn’s uncertain look. Some of our expressions translate really well… Bradford thought. “No. ” Rinn started to shake his head, then immediately thought better of it. “It is… An illusion they create, that covers anything they are wearing or holding. ” “It sounds like active camouflage, sir, ” Bradford added at the end of her translation. “Indeed, ” the Lieutenant nodded. He looked back to Rinn. “What are the advantages? The limitations? How good of an illusion is it? ” “The quality of the blend can vary from one elf to the next, but they can’t perfectly recreate what is behind them, and even the best can be seen at close range by an observant watcher. ” Rinn paused for another translation. “So far as we can tell, it requires more energy to maintain than an elf can sustain indefinitely, but it’s a relatively light draw on their reserves. Rapid shifts in the background, or in lighting, can also give them away. ” Bauder looked up from his notes. “Is this a…” he glanced at another sheet of notes. “An artifice that the keshmin can create? ” “No, ” Rinn slowly shook his head. “We have tried, and there are experiments, but… The spell structure is incredibly refined and complex. We can create illusions, but not to nearly the same detail or precision, nor that conform so completely. ” “And what about ‘true invisibility? ’” Bauder asked, jotting a note down then flipping to a fresh page. “True Invisibility is… it’s just that. They are truly invisible. Light passes right through them. ” Bauder nodded. “Yes. We have limited data, but between the various vehicle-mounted sensors in the first battle, and security sensors we set up around FOB Williams, it seems that their invisibility covers not just the visible light spectrum, but also IR and near-UV. Do you know if their invisibility covers the full EM spectrum, or just parts of it? ” Rinn frowned, slowly cocking his head to the side. “I do not know what you speak of. ” Bradford turned to him after translating his confusion. “All light is made of what we call photons, unimaginably tiny particles that move incredibly fast. ” “That sounds like the Speck Theory of light. It proposes that light is made of individual specks, rather than waves in the ether, which is the accepted understanding. ” “Well… it’s, um, both, actually… Except there’s no ether. ” Bradford smiled as his confusion deepened. “We can discuss the peculiarities of wave-particle duality at another time. ” Bauder said. “The important part is that photons have a frequency, and the colors we see, and whether we even see them, depend on that frequency. Above visible light is ultra-violet light, then X-Rays and Gamma Rays. Below visible light is infra-red, microwaves, radio waves. ” Rinn shook his head. “I am not the most scholarly keshmin, but I attended the University at Yagyhanae, one of the most highly regarded universities in the Kingdom. Nobody spoke of light as anything but what we could see. ” “I see, ” Bauder said, writing in his notebook. “And what are the limitations of true invisibility? ” “Energy, ” Rinn said. “It is a much more energy-intensive spell, and we have never seen them maintain it for any great length of time. Hours at most. ” Bauder nodded, writing more notes. “And can keshmin create anything similar? ” Rinn slowly shook his head. The sophistication of the spell… It is much harder to glean from observation… Articulating the spell should be possible, but the design is so intricate and refined, even what fragments we have been able to capture. ” He placed a hand to the side of his head. “Not that we haven’t tried. There have been experiments, using recorded fragments of the spell and attempting to fill in the blanks, but none that determined anything. ” He snorted. “I remember Professor Simyahn complaining up a storm about some of them, and how they were causing resonance interference with the crystal experiments he was trying to perform. ” Bradford tilted her head after translating the last comment. “Was the experiment on mana crystals? ” “No, ” Rinn said, massaging his skull just forward of the base of his ear. “It was with galena crystals. They are a very poor mana capacitor, barely even count for it, but abundant enough. Professor Simyahn wanted to see if there was a way to make more use of them. ” He sighed at an unpleasant memory. “He would rave at length about mana capacitors so cheap and abundant they could replace raw mana crystals as a storage medium. ” He slid his hand up to rub at the base of his right horn. “Nothing ever came of his experiments. He insisted that it was because of the invisibility experiments, that they were causing resonance in his crystal arrays, disrupting his experiments, even though no mana connection was ever identified. ” He snorted again. “Simyahn was always a crazy, old coot. ” “Maybe not…” Bauder said, exchanging a glance with Bradford. Rinn cocked an ear at him. “Your professor might have made an early crystal radio set…” Rinn turned his ear to her. “Not my area of expertise, ” she laughed, holding up a hand, before glancing at Bauder. “But, sir, if he had…” The lieutenant nodded. This could be important. We’ll definitely look into it. ” He jotted another note down, then flipped to a clean page. “For now, though, there are more questions. ” Bradford heard Rinn suppress a whine, but he sat up straight as the questions dragged on. “Let’s talk about the elves themselves. What are their physical capabilities? ” “They are fast, and agile, and have significant strength in short bursts. ” “How fast can an elf run? ” “Faster than a keshmin in a sprint, slower over any considerable distance, unless they have magical support. ” “How fast can a keshmin run? ” “In a sprint? A hundred tails in ten, twelve seconds. Without armor. ” “And long distance? ” “Maybe seven, eight royal miles in an hour, for a few hours. A properly equipped soldier can march eight or nine royal miles in a day. Fifteen, maybe twenty with a long, forced march. ” “How long can an elf run for? ” “Without mana supplementation, only for a few minutes at speed, maybe an hour at a jog. With mana supplementation, for as long as they have mana reserves. ” “What do you mean by ‘Mana supplementation? ’” “Elves can sustain themselves and stave off exhaustion by bolstering themselves with external mana supplies. ” “Interesting… Do you know how often, or how much they need to eat? Can this replace their need to eat? ” “Elven armies are at least partly sustained by magic, and it is believed that elves can sustain themselves exclusively on mana for a time. ” He sighed, continuing to massage his skull. “I don’t know the details of elven dietary habits. They only eat plants, and look down on us for eating flesh. ” Bauder snorted. “Sounds like a few humans I know…” he muttered, shaking his head. “What kind of magical abilities do they have? Do all elves have magic? ” Rinn nodded. “All known elves have magical abilities and draw mana from the ether. This was known for long before the war, when the elves were merely isolationist. ” “What about your people? ” “Only some keshmin do. ” He frowned. “Estimates vary, but the generally accepted figure is between ten and fifteen percent of all keshmin can touch the ether. Only about half of those are potent enough to be useful in combat. ” “How do elven magical abilities compare to keshmin? ” Rinn sighed. “Elven magical abilities exceed keshmin abilities on the whole. Elves naturally draw more mana from the ether, enough to power noteworthy offensive and defensive spells, and they have significant natural mana reserves. ” His hand went back to rubbing his skull, between the base of his horn and his brow. “Keshmin savants can exceed most elven abilities, but even the greatest savant is limited by roughly the same ambient draw cap as any other keshmin, and can’t match an elf for power output without external mana sources. ” “You mean mana crystals? ” “Yes. ” “And where do mana crystals come from? ” “Elves and keshmin can both draw mana from the ether and condense it into crystals, producing new crystals or growing existing crystals. Elves can condense mana into crystal form at a rate at least two to three times greater than the rate of a keshmin. ” “Is this where all mana crystals come from? ” Rinn slowly shook his head. Most mana crystals used by keshmin are mined. We’re not sure what causes their formation, ” he added, anticipating Bauder’s next question. “What about the elves? ” Rinn frowned, staring through the table. “Elves can use mage towers and other means to drain people of life force. ” He rolled his ears and tugged at a horn. “At least, that’s what was thought to happen when such magics were used. ” Bauder raised an eyebrow. Bradford suppressed a shudder at the memory of keshmin chained to a mage tower. “A… more modern understanding, ” Rinn said, deliberately placing his hand back on the table. “Is that such magic employs a process that forces them to draw etherial mana at an accelerated rate, while also force-converting the body’s natural energy stores into mana, possibly to power the process. ” He paused, his ears flicking down. “The full details are not known. Such magics were outlawed across the kingdoms centuries before they consolidated under Ganlin. We didn’t know the elves even practiced such magic until the war. ” Bradford felt a sinking feeling in her stomach as she relayed the translation, only made worse by Bauder’s next question. “What do they use such magic for? ” “The elves use the process to turn people into living batteries to directly power artifices. ” He paused, his ears flicking back to his skull. “It is also possible, in theory, to create mana crystals in this way. We have never observed it, but there is no mechanical reason why they couldn’t. ” Bradford’s stomach felt like it wanted to turn inside-out. Bauder sat back in shock for a moment, but pressed forward. “All those crystals we captured at the elven camp…? ” Rinn nodded, his hand moving back up to slowly massage his skull. “It is suspected that a significant portion of the mana crystals used by the elves came from keshmin prisoners. ” “But, if…” Bradford’s stomach dropped through her chair as she made another realization. “They’re fucking vampires. ” Rinn flicked a confused ear at her, tilting his head to glance at her. “They can live off mana, and they suck people dry of it. ” She snarled, horror and rage battling for dominance. “They turn people into mana and eat them! ” “Yes. That is…” His ears drooped and he nodded. “We believe that is so. ” Bauder took a moment to recompose himself. He jotted several notes down, then flipped to a clean page. “Can an individual elf boost his endurance, or does that take a group or more sophisticated equipment than an individual can carry? ” “No, it is something that all elves can do. ” Rinn shrugged his ears. “Our understanding is that it works in the same way that any keshmin artificer would draw on mana, but they are able to apply it to themselves in ways that we are not. ” He firmly shook his head, and immediately grimaced in regret. “Ugh. Not even the worst dark artificers in legend and lore were able to sustain themselves with mana like that. ” “How much mana would a single elf go through to sustain heavy activity for a day? ” “I am not sure. ” “Best guess. ” Rinn frowned, concentrating. “The elven armies, they… They maneuver with an economy of endurance. ” He rubbed the other side of his face. “They luxuriate in an abundance of mana, but they still conserve their maneuvers. I think it takes a lot of mana for them to supplement their natural endurance. ” “How long do you think a single elf could sustain himself with just what he could carry on his person? How rapidly would he be depleted? ” Bradford narrowed her eyes, the pointed questions suddenly becoming very suspicious. “I don’t know…” Rinn carefully shook his head. “I am a shield artificer, not a physician or a naturalist. ” “One of them got through, didn’t they, sir? ” Rinn’s ears perked up, lagging for only a fraction of a second. “I am not at liberty to answer that question, Sergeant. ” “You don’t have to say anything, sir, it’s fucking obvious just by your questions. ” “I can help. ” Rinn slid his chair back and pushed himself to his feet. “Can you pin-point an elf’s exact location? ” Bauder looked up at him, his pen still poised over his notepad. “…. No. ” “Can you track an elf from miles away? ” “No…” “Then I’m not sure you can actually be of much help. ” Rinn sighed, sitting back down, his ears drooping. Bauder eyed him for a moment, then set his pen down on his notepad and leaned forward. “You’ve already helped a lot. We’re lacking for intel more than anything else right now. ” He sat back with a shake of his head, picking his pen up and absently twirling it in his fingers. “There’s a county-wide manhunt drawing resources from across the state. We’ve got dogs on the trail, and the county sheriffs haven’t asked for military help. ” Rinn raised his right ear, quirking it in confusion. “Rules and laws, ” Bradford said, resisting the urge to ruffle his ears. “The military is kept strictly separate from law enforcement and civil matters. Things tend to get messy when the military is also the police. ” Rinn started opening his mouth like he wanted to ask more, but closed it again when Bauder leaned forward and continued. “Right now, we need intel more than anything. Anything you can tell us about their capabilities, vulnerabilities, equipment, armor, anything. ” “Right…” Rinn scrunched his eyes shut for a moment, refocusing himself. “Armor…” He took a deep breath. “Elven armor is light and thin, but heavily enchanted. It is laced and embossed with gold and platinum to help hold enchantments. ” “What is it made of, mostly? ” “It is made of steel, but barely thick enough to be rigid on its own without enchantment. Most of its strength comes from those enchantments. They make it strong enough to turn or deflect any regular blade if it doesn’t find a gap. ” “Is keshmin armor the same? ” The advantages that could give us are obvious… Bradford thought. Rinn shook his head. “Ganlin armor is rarely so enchanted. Making such armor is certainly within the capabilities of a decent artificer, but the Royal Host’s Lord Generals typically do not deem it to be worth the cost in time, materials, and mana, at least for common soldiers. We mainly rely on bolstering our arms and armor with active enchantments provided by battlefield artificers, like myself. ” “Is this something you can do for us? ” Bradford asked, heading off the Lieutenant’s next question. “Yes, ” Rinn nodded. “Active shields are my specialty, but all field artificers are trained to bolster their lines and columns with active enchantments. ” “How does this active enchantment compare to the elves… fixed enchantment? ” “Favorably enough, if we have the mana to support it. Even bolstered by active artificer support, our weapons often struggle to penetrate the armor worn by elven regulars, but they have the same problem when our armor is properly reinforced. “Except for Gemblades. ” “Gemblades? ” “The elven elite regiments. They have even further-enchanted armor and mana gem-powered blades that can cut through even artificer-enhanced keshmin armor. ” “Combat reports noted that some elves had shields, while others did not. ” “Yes, ” Rinn slowly bobbed his head. “Elves trained as mages with mana gem-powered staffs can project personal shields in addition to general shield work, and offensive spell casting. ” He paused a moment, then added, “Senior elven regulars sometimes have devices that project weaker shields. ” “You’ve mentioned mana gems twice now. Is that another term for mana crystal? ” “No. “Mana gems are made of condensed mana, like mana crystals, but they have a much more intricate and complex structure. They’re very difficult, and somewhat dangerous to make, and very specialized. ” “How so? ” “Gemblade mana gems can’t be turned into staff mana gems, and vice-versa. They’re also tuned specifically to the creator elf, and not easily used by even other elves, let alone non-elves. We haven’t figured out how to make them, either, ” he added. “So an elf can either be a gemblade, or a wizard, not both? ” “Not that I’ve ever heard of…” He tugged at an ear. “I suppose it’s possible, but we’ve never seen it. ” He released his ear, rolling them both in a shrug. “There wasn’t a whole lot known about the elves before the war, but one of the things we did know was that they held their mana gems very precious and dear, because it was an arduous and dangerous process to create them that many elves never even undertook. ” Bauder’s pocket buzzed in three short pulses, interrupting his next question before he could ask it. He pulled out his phone, swiping up on the screen to check the message. “That’s enough questions for now. You’ll have plenty more tomorrow at the lab, ” he said, putting his phone back in his pocket and collecting his notes. He stood and left the room with barely a glance at either of them. Rinn heaved a sigh of relief, sagging in on himself as the lieutenant left. Damn, he looks so miserable… Bradford glanced at her watch. At least it’s past the time we were supposed to be relieved… *** Continued in the comments... [ First][ Prev][ Next].

The invisible man movie. The invisible man spoiler. The invisible man h g wells. The invisible man free pdf. A list of d100 oddities to find in a pocket, whether that be your own, or that of a cloak hanging in a temple, or a merchants whom you just so happen to bump into, to that of a Drow soldier whom you captured... etc... Contributors: in no specific order /u/ThreeAndTwentyChars /u/LucasBlackadder /u/lisdexic12345 /u/MojoDragon365 /u/Woopdeedo /u/ExitMindBomb /u/Ninten_Joe /u/rohtozi /u/malnox /u/HighNaChicken /u/Cacteye_ /u/TrCastle7 /u/Endakk /u/sirviantis /u/fifthmeat /u/Captnlunch /u/LadyVague /u/Pure_Hayato /u/Nijadeen /u/bardicly_inclined /u/Colitoth47 /u/Steampunk_king1 /u/YuriWuv /u/Dryu_nya I’ll start with the obvious 10- with thanks to Tolkien handses - a severed hand, possibly still clutching a note... fish bones goblins’ teeth - could be actual goblin teeth, or perhaps teeth that a goblin was carrying around... wet shells a bit of bat wings a sharp stone to sharpen his fangs on knife - sharp, rusty, silvered, or broken, it’s up to the DM... string nothing a magic ring of invisibility - cursed, no doubt... Good Job! 11. half a rat sandwich 12. another pocket - have fun explaining that 13. a hole - Bards 😉 14. A burnt rabbits foot - Possibly still warm and lucky. 15. An oil lamp - Empty of previous genie. 16. Half carved token - Looks like the start of a miniature orc figurine... 17. Weird coin - Both sides are heads 18. Charlatan's dice - Red, clear, have seen the lands of el dorado. 19. Metallic runes - A square metal sign with the runes "THE A55 MAN" inscribed on it. Possibly a remnant from the era of Kramerica. 20. a banana - ripeness is up to you 21. random coinage from a far off land? 22. potion of dragon’s breath - not firebreathing, it just a really strong brandy in a hip flask. 23. A hole (Mundane or Magical) see also #13 24. 1D4 Caltrops 25. 1D12 ball bearings ( Marbles, but they work the same) 26. Bacon ( Pocket Bacon is the best snack) 27. Random fluff like lint or fuzz, maybe? 28. A note slipped in there by a rogue 29. A small, smooth stone. 30. a Ring of 1D6 Keys 31. an ornamental spoon from the Spoon of the Month Club collectors series 32. Mound of Clay - A brown mound of clay, about a handful’s worth. It seems to move and squirm when you’re not directly looking at it. It feels warm to the touch, almost like it’s alive. 33. a map which may or may not be accurate 34. A letter - from anyone ranging from their long lost love to their disappointed mother to that one frat bard who lives next door 35. An eyeball - is it looking at you? hopefully made of glass but... 36. An endless rope of knotted handkerchiefs knot literally endless... or is it? 37. A dove/pigeon coo 38. An egg - hope you didn't crack it 39. A nose - who nose where it comes from? ahaha I'll show myself out 40. Arrow head from a broken arrow. 41. a cracked glass marble 42. POCKET TURTLE!!! don’t know why I did all caps (shrug) 43. An egg: Just a common Hen's egg. Once in a blue moon maybe it's a pseudodragon's egg. (I just want to read a story about a party with just a shit ton of eggs from checking pockets) 44. A pentagonal gold chip with no use as currency: "Thanks for the gold kind stranger" 45. Pocket lint 46. A to do list 47. A pocket watch 48. Pebbles 49. Keys to their house 50. A sending stone 51. A piece of sulfur 52. A torn leather bag containing devils blood, wool and a miniature silver sword (spell component pouch) 53. A magical ring DM’s choice 54. A potion of CLW 55. A poisoned dagger 55. A wand of mage hand 56. iron flask - This container howls and moves with devilish motion, even will in the pocket of it's owner. 57. Feather Token - If activated, this magical item creates a bird that will send a message to an ally of the character's choosing. 58. Speaking Stone - This magical device is activated and is currently conveying all conversation to an ally nearby. 59. Baby turtle what’s with all the turtles? 60. 2 pitons 61. A pastry 62. Extra pair of socks 63. A dried frog I like turtles 64. Orcish to Common pocket dictionary 65. Cheese 66. Fancy Key - A ridiculously intricate key, mostly silver with bits of gold and a few gems. It doesn't go to any lock, but it's pretty neat. 67. The Watcher - A glass sphere filled with an orange liquid and an eye floating in the middle. The eye is completely black except for a blue pupil. The glass can't seem to be broken, and the eye seems to frantically point itself in different directions, as if it's watching something far beyond your view or ability to comprehend. 68. Loyal Rook - A copper rook from a chess set. If placed on a tile floor or other surface with a pattern similar to that of a chess board, it will respond to movement commands from the last person to have touched it, but only those a rook could make. 69. An immovable Rod - If you activate it accidentally, it will never leave there until you move. 70. A sponge - wetness is up to you, also, it can have a starfish at its side 71. Drugs Pipeweed - I changed it to something a little more common to D & D. Your call. * 72. Troll's cut fingernail. Can be used as a shiv (dagger stats? ) 73. a vial of perfume 74. Dried meat or fruit 75. Fountain pen or quill 76. A broken time piece 77. Scissors 78. A crushed flower 79. BEANS magic? dried? refried? DM’s choice! 80. A bag of lavender - it will help you relax 81. The MacGuffin these ARE the droids you've been searching for 82. An action figure of the wearer or a straw doll which would be more in fitting with a medieval world, oooh! how about a voodoo doll? 83. Sausages in the breast pocket to make sausage eating no longer require hands - nom nom 84. An entire fish maybe one that’s even bigger than the pocket, because, hey, magic! 85. Lines for a minor part in a stage play 86. a few smooth rocks 87. an assortment of seeds and acorns 88. a 2 feet long leather cord 89. a tiny glass eye, probably a part of an ornament 90. choking powder 91. a scrap of paper with a single word that is too faded to read 92. an entrance to a tiny bag of devouring 93. stale cheese 94. a four leaf clover pressed between two pages torn from a book 95. a single scale from a bronze dragon 96. a lock of yellow hair tied with a bit of silk ribbon 97. a squirrel tail 98. a vial of a foul smelling liquid with a label that says ‘Drink Me’. 99. a unicorn horn painted orange 100. an origami paper boat waterproofed with candle wax You people are relentless! 🙂 FINE! LET’S KEEP IT GOING! /u/Auranykh /u/Sobek6 /u/Morwynn750 /u/RafeHaab /u/Handsoap2104 /u/TheBigFlu /u/AStupidAnnoyingVoice /u/Table_Bang /u/pyromstr /u/Fallstar /u/Paul_4444 /u/erty358 /u/RhetoricalParalysis /u/NemhainFromVoid /u/HagPuppy89 /u/TheEminentCake /u/3hypen-numeral3 /u/Moon_Dew 101. Weighted Marble - a harmless glass marble that activates via a command word. When active it weighs exactly 1 ton. A command word can be used to deactivate it. A pocket is probably not an ideal place to store it, come to think of it. 102. a shrunken head 103. Pocket Bacon??? 104. Pocket Cookie 105. A Rock (*this gets repeated but imma keep putting it on *) 106. A length of leather cord 107. A black feather 108. a pocket dragon just putting ‘pocket’ in front of words doesn’t make it feasible! how about ‘pocket moon’? ‘pocket ocean’? pocket tarrasque? ’ ok -that- would be cool 109. pocket watch that only shows time in a different time zone 110. dog treats 111. An ornate wooden box that when opened has a smaller box but they all seem to be the same size when opened. weird DISCLAIMER: I HAD THIS NEXT ONE ALL SORTED AND NEATLY FORMATTED AS INDIVIDUAL NUMBERS BUT NATURALLY MY PHONE DIED BEFORE I COULD HIT SEND SO I SAID SCREW IT I’M JUST POSTING IT AS ONE LONG ONE NOW 112. A short description of the NPC then the item... The person looked like a real POS; a chip of obsidian worth 10gp (cursed: once sold you have disadvantaged on all Cha based checks) The person has scars and lesions; a silver ring worth 25gp (cursed: whenever you provide healing to a creature, you take that much damage) The person seems weak and out of breath; a Bloodstone (opaque dark gray with red flecks) worth 50gp (cursed: you only gain 1/2 hp from any source and long rest) A sickly, sneezing, feverish dwarf; a small gold bracelet worth 25gp (cursed: disadvantage on checks to save against blinded, deafened or poisoned) A person with old tattered cloths; a gold locket worth 25gp (cursed: every morning at dawn random item is teleported to an unknown pocket dimension returning the item from the day before) A shifty looking man with a rotund build; a fresh bit of white meat that appears to be pork, a copper ring that seems to be too small for his finger worth about 2gp and a red satin ribbon. A female gnome with crazed hair; slack jaw and a 1000 yard stare, 7 buttons, a bent sewing needle, 3 yards of thread and a pinch of black powder. A goblin wearing pants and a tattered shirt; a dead mouse, a rock that kind of looks like a dog, 7cp a dirty disgusting goblin; A few small pieces of wood, made to look like silver coins (same shape, size, markings), among some actual silver pieces. an old man that seems to be asleep; A fishing hook, roll a DC 20 dex save to not have your fingers on it and yell out in pain with your hand still in the pocket. an upbeat and gleeful young man carrying flowers; A one year sober chip a man dressed as if he was heading to work; 3sp, a few bits of jersey and a folded up piece of paper. As you open it there is a child’s drawing of a family with names under each stick figure (Daddy, Billy, Sara, Conrad, Berry, Jake the dog and a flower that says mommy under it) you notice what appears to be tear marks staining the picture. A male dwarf that can’t walk straight and smells of ale; 7sp, peanut shells, 6 beer tokens, a pocket knife 2 men, 1 tall and lanky with very long hair that will not stop talking, the other is a bit shorter and fat with long hair but wearing a trench coat and not saying a word; 15gp, and 2 joints A sought halfling man wearing a backpack loaded with adventuring gear and what sounds like a kitchen; a small selection of travel spices, 2 days rations and a 50’ coil of rope A child approx. 3-5 yrs old; a teddy bear, some snacks and a wooden small wooden horse A red Tiefling woman in tall boot, leather pants a ripped shirt; some pipe tobacco, a butterfly knife (dagger stats), brass knuckles A bro; An exotic perfume, a sachet of quick dissolving powder that induces forgetfulness, a receipt from a local tavern. 6 gold, 1 silver, 1 copper. A male elf in long robes; 34 silver coins in a felt-lined purse that has been silenced so the coins don't clink within it. A male halfling with a sadden look on his face; An envelope with money and a small letter apologizing for the small amount, promising not to spend any on food next time so the kids will have more A female tabaxi with a grungy look; A sealed scroll. Depicts an expertly drawn image of a rude gesture, captioned by the words "Fuck you, buddy. " The text is magical and can be read in any language, so the scroll detects as magic before you open it. A female wood elf in a earth toned linen dress; a very cute handbag that is larger on the inside (handbag of holding, 5” opening can hold up to 4 cubic feet/40 lbs A shifty looking Tibaxi; A key, with no information of what it is used for. Turns out to be a key stolen from a guard that opens the keep. A man with a magnificent beard and a quaff head of hair; a silver flask filled with whiskey, a comb and a small tin of wax A female triton with a seagull nearby; 2 purple sea shells, a bent silver fork, a pearl worth 100gp A young nervous man who is muttering to himself; A golden ring worth 100gp and a note 'today's the day! ' A very well kept man with a small satchel; the satchel you just grabbed contains a metal box with a lid, inside you find a gelatinous cube, seems he used it for "waste disposal" a teenage Elf girl what seems indifferent to the world; 2 amber gems worth 100gp each, a black pearl worth 500gp a male gnome wearing a vest lined with small tinkerers tools; A wooden pipe that never needs to be relit, flask that never empties, and a glass eye that blinks. a man with a huge smile on his face; 23gp, and a coupon book for the local brothel (roll a d12 to determine how many coupons are left) A shifty looking halfling in dark cloths and a hood; a set of masterwork thieves tools (+1) Book: The art of war a male dwarf with a work apron on; A masterwork hammer with a lightly glowing aquamarine gem embedded in the pommel. A male Tiefling with a hat on and scar across the face; A collection of WANTED posters, each with the face of a male Tiefling with a scar across the face. (100gp) Book: Crystal spheres: an advance guide to divination Book: The art of the deal by Donald Drump A tall old man with a long beard a pointed hat and gray robes; Book: Casting for the magically impaired Book: How to Win Friends and Influence People Book: A study in scarlet a man with a smokers cough; a small glass bottle with a pewter stopper, the contents look like swirling smoke - Eversmoking bottle (DMG 168) a woman squinting around looking flummoxed; a pair of spherical with clear crystal lenses - Eyes of minute seeing (DMG 168) a fighter that looks like they have seen many battles; a thin gold chain holds an amulet of two golden hands holding a ruby heart - Periapt of wound closure (DMG 184) an elf that routinely looks over his shoulders; A gold ring with gems in place to look like a brain - Ring of mind shielding (DMG 191) a skipping and carefree halfling; A polished agate stone carved in the shape of a cats head with emerald eyes - Luckstone (DMG 205) a human sound asleep looking like he’s been up all night; a pair of goggles the resemble an owls eyes - Googles of the night (DMG 172) a real sketchy looking dude; fingerless gloves that make your fingers tingle - Gloves of thievery (DMG 172) a wizardly looking woman; a smooth white pearl - Pearl of power (DMG 184) a pirate; this fine black cloth, soft as silk, is folded up to the dimensions of a handkerchief - Portable hole (DMG 185) a very spry and healthy person; a gold chain with a golden medallion with 2 hands lifting the sun - Amulet of health (DMG 150) 113. Suicide note. 114. A map to the next pocket that you'll have to put your hand in. 115. Everything your pocket is actually a bag of holding. 116. Pocket sand! *another special type of item only found in pockets * 117. A scrap of paper torn from a note or letter. 118. Worry stone - A small pebble, polished smooth from being rubbed between the fingers. 119. A blank key - A seemingly normal everyday key, but the teeth are yet to be cut. 120. A pocket of holding - A Bag of Holding has been sewn into the opening of this pocket. Careless pickpockets may fall inside! 121. bacon quite old and possibly spoiled (raw??? ) 122. ** Spellcasting ingredients (eg copper wire, tiny bells, silver dust) 123. Pocket sand! what??? again??? 124. Some kind of slime/mould well which is it, slime or mould? 125. A live mouse 126. Painting of a loved one 127. Child's drawing 128. Unknown currency from far away? 129. Curiously smooth stone the ‘Altoids’ of stones 130. House key 131. Pocket is full of razor blades! you’re a sick little twist, you know that? 132. Their favourite spoon/fork 133. Checklist of names, with no comment to what's being ticked off 134. A curious tetrahedral shape with the numbers 1-20 emblazoned on the sides ( that’s obviously cursed, amirite? ) 135. A small holy book 136. A faded picture with writing on it 137. A message saying "help us" 138. A pixie 139. A rat dead? alive? undead??? 140. A flask of ale 141. A sketch book. Maybe the sketches are landscapes, maybe runic, maybe they're all of some NPC's face? 142. An ocarina 143. Orange peels 144. Wreath of flowers 145. A fan 146. Lump of coal 147. Tiny humanoid skull 148. Grocery list 149. Ransom note 150. Diary 151. A poem 152. Business card of a brothel 153. A button 154. A ribbon 155. A handkerchief 156. Deck of playing cards 157. Deck of tarot cards 158. Box of matches 159. Candle 160. A throwing knife 161. Cuffs 162. Jar of glue 163. Yarn 164. Candy Mushrooms those may have been two separate things, but ‘candy mushrooms’ sounds better so I left them together. Format your posts 😉! 165. Poison 166. antidote I think this was supposed to go with 165 but, meh 166. Love potion 167. Vial of acid 168. A spork 169. Empty vial 170. Case of paints 171. Scarf 172. A compass 173. Pipe 174. bat guano 175. A silver fountain pen that magically refills itself with fine ink each dawn. 176. A 9mm bullet which is odd because guns arent a thing yet. Wait, is that dude wearing modern clothes?? 177. Canoe: Is that a canoe in my pocket, or am I just happy to see you? WOOF!!! 178. **.

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