This bad boy isn’t just large, he looks dense. I mean, it’s like a moving wall of minerals, which is fine, obviously minerals are more dense than something like flesh or a carapace. That would be it, if I were back on Earth, but that isn’t the case here. Rock can be more than just rock, it can be compressed, with mana bending the rules of reality, even something like a diamond can be made harder and more pressurised.
This guy isn’t just a rock type, he’s ...
2025-03-10 02:10:09 +0000 UTC
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I have to say, the new armour is working out nicely. Not only is it resistant to the slime and slop of the fifth, but it imparts a little of that resistance to my carapace. Which means, I can endure getting splashed with the filth that comes my way a little better than I could before. Of course, being resistant is one thing, not getting damaged is quite another. As far as I know, there isn’t anything on Pangera capable of surviving prolonged exposure to the mana of the fifth stratum,...
2025-03-09 12:02:04 +0000 UTC
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Things were so… so peaceful in the labs right now. Assistant was beavering away on her projects, helping to train the new mages and was displaying a level of confidence that Experimant hadn’t seen from her before. Even her stutter was getting better!
Looking out over the lab, with no scorch marks, with no jagged lines carved out of the walls by lightning, she felt… she felt like she was home. She felt that she was at peace. The world was healing.
Experimant hers...
2025-03-09 10:53:16 +0000 UTC
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As promised, I did end up taking a break. After my gravitational mana was restored, I dumped all of it, along with all the energy in the Vestibule, and absolutely flattened everything attacking the platform with gravity wells. It helped, for sure. The defending battalions were able to clean off the platform, organise the lines, get healed and enjoy a brief respite. Despite throwing out as much gravity magic as I’m personally capable of, it didn’t hold back the tide for long. Small ...
2025-03-09 01:06:09 +0000 UTC
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Hey there, all! Thought I should get this post up to clarify what's happening re: conventions this year.
I was determined to get over the usa for an event this year, and early doors that was going to be Dragoncon in Atlanta. After catching up with Shirtaloon, Haylock, Tevagah, Thinktwice and Hannibal in Melbourne for PAX-AUS, they convinced me to change tack and go to the inaugural litrpgcon in Denver.
Which is where I'll be!
JULY 18 - 20 in Denver Colorado. I've been conf...
2025-03-09 00:11:16 +0000 UTC
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No matter how much time he spent on the plains, Tyron could never grow used to the wasteland. In fact, he could go further and say he actively disliked it, even hated it. An unnatural, inhospitable state, where everything he would expect from a natural environment had been stripped away or destroyed.
No trees, not even stumps. The soil was barren and dry, without insects, or worms, or anything living within to make it vibrant and rich. Instead, it was dry and hard, ground d...
2025-03-08 10:35:00 +0000 UTC
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It had been some time since Richard had been able to go out into the field. With Master Steelarm away, he’d spent more and more of his energy teaching, leading classes, giving demonstrations, working with the Bone Shapers, the Corpse Handlers, helping to raise the overall level of Necromancy amongst their growing community. Georg and Briss had done the same, but not to the extent he had. The end result was that his growth had somewhat stagnated, but his knowledge and expertise had br...
2025-03-08 04:45:49 +0000 UTC
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Zluth’s words to the Krath’lath of the Bulg detonated like explosive mould within the Slimeground. A vision from Theorazzn, instructions from the Maker, these weren’t something even Ulliz, powerful leader that he was, could hope to dismiss, even if he wanted to.
Zluth watched with satisfaction at the mess of activity. Ulliz was deeply feared amongst the tribe, as a good Krath’lath should be, and when he said move, every Krath slid like their lives depended upon it. Not th...
2025-03-06 08:32:44 +0000 UTC
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Zluth awoke with a start, thrashing and struggling against the ties that bound him. Had he been caught by a sletherpod? Or was he being digested inside a volun turtle? That was dire, but he could still escape so long as he hadn’t been here long. The gastric juices of the turtle were invidious, breaking down prey from the inside out. So long as it hadn’t penetrated too deep, he could still call on his magic to…
Wait… this wasn’t the stomach of a volun turtle, and he hadn...
2025-03-06 06:38:51 +0000 UTC
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Burn, baby, burn! Disco inferno, now burn, baby, burn!
Such a catchy groove it’s hard not to wiggle my capital investment portfolio as I launch a steady stream of Dragon’s Breath from between my mandibles. The fire roars out with all the intensity of a jet engine, blasting everything in sight and filling the air with a crackling, searing heat. The air close to the platform, that is. The air beyond the safe zone is as wet as a snotty-sneeze from a monster formed of nothi...
2025-03-05 10:41:53 +0000 UTC
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So little is known about the Krath. We don’t know what they think of those not of the tribes other than that they hate us. If the legends are to be believed, and the fifth was not always as it is now, then how do the tribes feel about the transformation? Do they have a view of the being who changed their home into the toxic hellscape it now is? Surely the Krath, who are known all through the Dungeon for their viciousness and capacity to hold a grudge, would hold a special and int...
2025-03-05 04:05:20 +0000 UTC
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Zluth knew he wasn’t the first to report the vision he’d experienced, one glance at the fervent activity within the temporary settlement convinced him of that. It was a little surprising. Theorazn had said they would speak to others, but for one to already be amongst the Krath fighting the invasion was unlikely.
No matter.
It had never been his intention to return as a herald and elevate himself, this was more important than personal advancement now. Well, it was ...
2025-03-03 09:46:28 +0000 UTC
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The sophos named Formo looked much the same as most of his kind. He had a large, bulbous, eyeless head that almost seemed too heavy for his wiry body, causing him to lean forward and hunch his shoulders. His long, thin arms were tipped with three-fingered, clawed hands and he wore little more than a toga made of some sort of thin cloth. Despite his small stature, likely waist high for an adult human, he had a commanding presence, and there was no denying the force of his mind that fill...
2025-03-02 05:43:53 +0000 UTC
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“Nice to see you again, lad,” Worthy grinned broadly before engulfingenfolding his nephew in a massive hug. Despite putting his armour on earlier, Tyron still felt his ribs creak as the massive hammerman squeezed him tight.
The man was gaining levels as a gold, so it shouldn’t be surprising his strength was climbing at meteoric rates.
“Uncle,” Tyron greeted him, giving him a one armed hug back. The other was holding his staff. “How’s Aunt Meg?”
...
2025-03-01 03:56:35 +0000 UTC
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Gathering his horde wasn’t as simple a task as it had been in the past for Tyron. He already had minions putin the wasteland, but there were many more still roaming the city. Thankfully, he could push most of the work onto the wights. There was really only one conversation he really needed to have directly now that his students were making their own preparations.
He found Master Willhem in his own workshop, a space the demi-lich had created to continue pursuing his passion: enc...
2025-02-28 05:32:08 +0000 UTC
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The art of Core Shaping is a delicate and profound one. Manipulating the energy encoded within every core requires great strength of will, force of mind, persistence and endurance, naturally, but the subtle craft of design is what separates the masters from the rest.
For many, it is a long abandoned practice, the costs simply not outweighing the benefits. Then there are the risks involved. Too many have poured their heart and soul into crafting and rearing a pet. Swe...
2025-02-27 07:17:13 +0000 UTC
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“Everything has been unfolding according to my predictions,” Solant stated clearly.
Leonidant turned away from the ongoing battle of the platform to look at her sibling and leader.
“They always do,” she said, confused, “why bother announcing it now?”
“Because I predicted our position here would grow significantly worse, almost to the point of defeat.”
Leonidant was shocked. The Colony was taking a beating for sure, but they were holding strong ag...
2025-02-27 07:16:24 +0000 UTC
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Throughout the inner chambers of the fortress, there had been a persistent and harrowing sound echoing down the long tunnels. The ants knew it well, knew how it would hang in the air, shivering like a icy breeze, rattling against their antennae and disquieting their souls.
To the non-ants, it was even more terrifying, a mournful sound, filled with despair, with longing, it seemed to them as if a dispossessed soul was haunting the chambers, and their superstitious minds were distu...
2025-02-25 21:03:32 +0000 UTC
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For an hour, I flip between managing my body in the ‘real’ world, while ducking back into the Nave to see how the Templar are doing, holding off the… spirit… mites?
Spirit mites sounds good.
By the time it settles down and they can’t find any more of the damn things, they must have caught and destroyed hundreds. Hundreds! I pull back from the very front of the platform, though I still use my sub-brains and acid to bombard the endless hordes with acid and mag...
2025-02-24 10:19:49 +0000 UTC
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Even unleashing the most powerful of my abilities, gravity bombs, gravity fields, starcrusher chomps, dumping the entirety of the famed produce from my commercial district and unleashing empowered Dragon’s Breath, it’s still not enough to hold back the wave. I mean, of course it isn’t. I never really thought I’d be able to hold back an entire wave by myself, that would be absurd. It’s still frustrating. I’m a mighty tier seven mythic monster, dammit! Why is th...
2025-02-24 04:11:34 +0000 UTC
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Sleep, for a Krath, was not an overly restful affair. A lifetime of backstabbing, theft and a refusal to let one's guard down meant all Krath, to some extent, slept with one eye open.
Literally.
It wasn’t that hard, once you learned the trick. Most young slugs born in the tribes learned it before they’d lived their first year. Those who didn’t were far less likely to reach that milestone. Even away from his people and out in the Dungeon, Zluth was in no position to re...
2025-02-23 20:32:10 +0000 UTC
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After finishing his discussion, Tyron finished his simple meal, went to his room to wash up and then slept. He was out for over twelve hours before he woke to find Briss poking her head through the door as he blearily sat up. The moment she saw him, she vanished, leaving him confused. He shook his head, staggered out of bed and went to put some fresh clothes on, only to find a warm plate on his desk with breakfast. Had Briss just delivered this?
If so, he had to ask her how...
2025-02-23 01:19:38 +0000 UTC
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Sorry for the long wait. Been a week. As a reward for your patience, have some Dove. (If you hate Dove, then I apologise).
Tyron slumped forward, his chin slipping from the hand which had been propping him up as he was trying to study through bleary eyes. One moment, he was trying to read the scroll propped open on the table before him through blurred, red, raw eyes, the next, he was awoken by a loud bang.
He was so fatigued, it took him a while to ...
2025-02-22 04:57:08 +0000 UTC
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To say that Zluth was furious would be an understatement. But so what? He was a Krath, they were always furious. Except, this time, it burned deeper, bubbled more furiously away in his flesh. As always, he had placed himself, carefully, in position to watch the ants fight against the wave.
As hard as it was to believe, it was safer for him out here. The Krath may be the masters of the fifth, its hidden rulers, but during a wave, even they needed to show restraint. The fifth...
2025-02-20 02:56:07 +0000 UTC
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Ever since that first experiment, a change had come over the Snailcare centre, as it had come to be known. The young Chal were growing well, as far as the Brood Tenders could tell. They ate regular meals. They played and slid around the space happily. They bowed to each other and moved off to their private spaces for periods of silent… meditation. And when night fell, they would curl up together and retreat into their shells, dozing until morning.
Theresant was pleased with pro...
2025-02-19 23:11:00 +0000 UTC
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Invidia could see it. Even better, he could taste it. Addictive, delicious, it was a languid, warm flavour that rolled over his tongue and shivers of joy running down the demon’s thin, spindly arms.
He hadn’t even known such a delicate flavour could exist, so much more complex, with so much more depth than what he had gotten accustomed to before. Now, he couldn’t imagine living without it. He was captured. He was enslaved. He was obsessed.
[Than...
2025-02-19 08:04:17 +0000 UTC
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She was going to be put to death. Speaking out of turn before the Imperial Court? Death. Extreme, painful and public death. She was a Noble of lesser blood, which might count for something. Probably. She could likely argue out of the painful, or the public, but definitely not both. Which was better? A quick death in public, or a horrific, slow death but without her shame being on display for all to see?
She knew what her mother would prefer. Bringing shame on the family? Unthinka...
2025-02-14 03:37:27 +0000 UTC
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There was a certain… thrum in the air around the Palace of Ascension. The air, the earth, everything seemed to pulse at an incredibly high frequency, a vibration so slight as to be almost undetectable. A remarkable achievement, really, to experience so slight an effect while in the presence of such an unimaginable outpouring of power.
Selene’s Chosen raised his staff, a blazing stave formed of pure light, and proclaimed: “All kneel!”
In one smooth moti...
2025-02-14 01:14:13 +0000 UTC
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Crinis hated the fifth stratum. She hated the native mana, she hated the native monsters, she hated the creepy atmosphere in the tunnels, she hated the sludge and slime everywhere and she hated the way it all ate into her flesh.
But that wasn’t even the thing that she hated the most. The thing she hated the most was the way she was constantly, constantly being kept from her Master. Fight over here, Crinis, help over there, Crinis. Why c...
2025-02-13 06:03:35 +0000 UTC
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The wave represented many different things, to many different people. To some, it was a time of opportunity, when the wealth of the Dungeon overflowed in the form of endless monsters to be harvested for cores and other components. To others, it was a time of fear and despair. Huddling in their homes, behind walls and praying that others would be able to hold back the tide and keep them safe.
To a privileged few, a wave was much the same as any other time. Above the danger, ...
2025-02-12 08:01:30 +0000 UTC
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