In Which Nae Gets On The Stick

Mindful of my promise, I returned to my dorm room and put the case with Teddi’s crown in it inside my dresser drawer. This left me with not enough time to really do anything before my final class of the day but more than enough time than I needed to get there, so I indulged in a very leisurely walk to the athletic center, and worked on re-attuning my senses as I went.

Because I knew I’d be fighting against Nae and I wanted to keep my focus near to the ground, I concentrated on strengthening my earth-connection. The diminutive kobold moved so quickly and displaced so little air compared to a human or giant-sized combatant that trying to track her through the air element could be confusing. Her small form was surprisingly heavy, though, and that gave her a very distinctive impression whenever her feet touched down.

Since I was walking on the school’s enchanted concrete paths, that was the main thing that I felt when I drew on the earth. There was a solidity about them that was more than physical, due to their numerous defensive enchantments. The softer earth on either side of them felt more muddled and hazy in comparison.

I found that if I closed my eyes I could still almost see the course of the sidewalks, not just the one that I was on but the ones that branched off or joined it… though I didn’t keep my eyes closed for long. I had the impression of other people around me but I didn’t want to bet on my ability to translate so many different sets of footfalls into exact locations at once.

My demon side seemed more than capable of instinctively interpreting whatever came at it… me… but I didn’t want to push that any further until I’d had a chance to implement Eloise’s advice. It still seemed weird after half a lifetime of basically keeping on the edge of starvation, but when I thought about it… well, everybody had heard of keeping a guard dog hungry to keep it mean.

Coach Callahan was talking to Pala in the hallway when I got to class.

“Good start yesterday,” she said to me. “Now keep building on it.”

I nodded. I wasn’t up to saying anything like “You bet, Coach” and sounding sincere, and “yes, ma’am” just didn’t seem like the right response with her. If she didn’t pick up the undertones those words had for me I might have been able to ignore them, but she did.

There were a couple people I didn’t recognize in our salle, standing off to the side and talking among themselves… I didn’t think they were part of our class and they definitely weren’t part of the select group that the coach had separated out for special attention, which meant they were probably some of the gladiators she meant to test us against. The last I’d heard, we were still supposed to be fighting each other, so maybe they were here to observe. Or maybe Pala had asked for a little support.

A folding table had been set up on the side of the room, and there were stacks of folded up purple garments sitting on it. They looked like the warm-up outfits that the warrior-athletes wore. I knew that the university sold them… maybe it was fundraising season? Then I noticed that a set of privacy screens had been set up in the corner nearest the table… it seemed unlikely that the two additions to the room wouldn’t be related.

“Attention please, everybody,” Pala said as she came into the room. “Starting today you will have the option of wearing phantasmal outfits during your fights. Please find your size on the table and get changed. They are all mockeries. If you tell me what size fits you best, I will mock them for you before class begins in order to save everyone time. I am to tell you that you may continue to wear your own clothes, but… in order to… facilitate… a wider range of tactical options, we cannot be responsible for wear or tear caused to actual garments. If you would like to have your own phantasmal garments to wear, please either leave the real items with me or show up early enough to mock them yourselves.”

She said the part about facilitating a wider range of options with such halting precision that I knew they weren’t her words. I thought that maybe someone had approached Coach Callahan with a question about whether something was legal, and since her goal was to make our fights as close to real as possible, she’d said “hell, yes” and then figured out how to make them possible.

It seemed like if anyone was going to get their clothes torn off, it would probably be me, so I didn’t hesitate before grabbing a pair of pants and a jersey off the table that seemed to be in my size and ducking behind the screen. Repairing damaged clothing was pretty trivial magic and Two would do it for a very modest fee, but I was thinking about the long walk back to the dorm right as the dinner rush was starting.

I was also trying to think about what kind of tactics would result in actual tearing of clothing. The phantasmal mockeries of weapons that we used ignored them as much as possible… they’d produce ragged gaps in material where it was necessary to display an illusionary wound, but they were more worried about when an arm should fall off than when a shirt should.

There was the risk of incidental wear and tear on clothes since our physical exertion and any contact between body and floor would always be real, but since we were already trying to take our opponents down as hard and fast and often as possible, I couldn’t really see special tactics could change anything in that area.

So… if it wasn’t about weapons… that pretty much just left bare hands.

Did somebody want to throw in some grappling techniques? I could see that ending very badly… there was actually more at risk than a torn shirt if we started mixing more unarmed combat in a class that involved such a wide mix of physical strength other abilities. We could mock up weapons and clothing but we couldn’t do the same for squishy flesh. I’d be okay, of course, and Nae and Pala probably would be, too, but anyone who fought any of us could be in danger if we started throwing punches.

Of course, Nae and I would be fighting each other, so it would be kind of moot, anyway. Even if Pala threw open the floodgates to unarmed fighting, nobody would be in any real danger of her iron claws or my demon strength.

Then I remembered Nae’s rather unusual parting questions to me the other day… her interest in my pants had seemed too weird and random to be connected with anything, but we had been talking about my invulnerability just before. She’d asked me if I’d consider fighting in shorts, I’d brushed her off, and now we were changing into disposable illusionary togs

I didn’t think she could win a match directly by fightingwith tooth and nail… there would be no injury, real or illusionary, to trigger the end. But the pain would be a distraction, and possibly if it got bad enough then I could be taken out of the fight by a mock-wound that wouldn’t otherwise be considered debilitating. Possibly. I didn’t know how much Coach Callahan’s system took in about the actual physical condition of a combatant.

Either way, it was something I’d have to watch out for. I enjoyed a good bite as much as the next masochist, but I’d been bitten by an angry goblin before and it had not been a good bite. I could hardly cry foul play on the tactic after my few-holds-barred fight with Pala, though.

After a moment’s reflection, I realized this didn’t actually change my strategy much… Nae had already been aiming for my legs. I still needed to guard them, to hit her before she could get in close.

I’d have to remember that she was more resilient than she looked, too, because the chances that I would be able to defend against a bite while worrying about the possibility of my foot or leg colliding against her with some force seemed pretty slim.

“Okie dokie, you all know who you are fighting… so please begin,” Pala said, once everyone had either taken the chance to change or made it clear that they were going to risk a few tears. Nae was among the latter group, though she wasn’t wearing much to begin with. It was a leather garment that was somewhere between a loincloth and very short, very tight shorts. Goblinoid anatomy didn’t offer much that needed covering.

We squared off against each other. I opened my connection to the earth a bit wider and noted the pressure of her feet against the mats. Small, but heavy and quick. Her feet stabbed the ground when she walked.

“Are you ready?” she asked me.

“Yes,” I said. “Whenever you are.”

I realized as I said it that I was already ceding the offensive ground to her… I’d basically taken it as a matter of course that she would come to me. That wasn’t necessarily a poor choice. I wanted her at arm’s length. If we were both coming at each other at the same time, I’d have less control over the distance when I struck.

So it definitely wasn’t the wrong choice, but it still should have been a choice. I didn’t have to play the same game all the time.

Nae, for her part, seemed to be mostly using the same tactics that she had before, with one variation… she was still skittering in fast and low, but she’d added shoulder-slung sheathes for her blades and was actually rushing in on all fours… she had a surprising amount of agility, and the feral posture only increased her speed.

I took it as a sign that I’d been right about her bringing her teeth to bear, but then she did a leaping pass past me and managed to whip a knife out to slash at my thigh. I was able to smack her away without taking much damage, but she’d caught me by surprise. She must have had her sheathes custom designed for quick access… well, she did know an expert leather worker.

She kept up the bounding charges and the leap attacks, but she always struck out with her weapons, never with her teeth or claws. I couldn’t tell what was going through her head… while charges were faster this way, her attacks weren’t any more effective this way… if anything, they were awkward and had less control.

I was starting to second-guess the whole thing. Would Coach Callahan actually institute a whole new system of clothes mocking in order to allow Nae to use a technique she could only safely use on one fighter, though? As logical as the conclusion had seemed to be, it was possible that I was reaching… but then, it was also possible that the coach had figured if one student felt the need to hold back from something she could do out of fear of damaging clothing, then others might, too.

Her ideal was to make the matches we fought as much like a real life-or-death fight as possible, and ironically, the more of it she could make illusionary, the more that would be the case.

Regardless of whether Nae had inspired the change, it seemed like if she had even been thinking about the possibilities of bringing her bear-trap of a jaw into play she would definitely go for it now. So why wasn’t she?

I’d already taken her down two or three times and never given up more than a glancing cut. She was doing much worse than she had the day before, when we’d been pretty evenly matched… it was possible that some of that was me doing better, but mostly it was that she was doing an unnecessarily showy attack style.

It was just like I’d thought before: when she jumped, she temporarily lost most of the advantage her agility gave her. Trying to dodge her leaps was a bit like dodging a catapult stone, but it was easier to step aside when she was in the air than when she was scampering around underfoot and it was definitely easier to hit her.

That’s not to say it was necessarily easy… if I focused all my attention on the swing then I was kind of screwed if I missed, so it was more a matter of twisting out of her way and hitting her at the same time.

In the brief pause after one of her defeats I shifted some of my elemental connection from earth to air, because it turned out that I didn’t need to know exactly where she was during her run-up as much as I needed to be able to trace her path towards me after she leaped. I was beginning to wonder if she had some kind of elemental connection that was warning her that I was “reading” the ground.

Then… it happened.

I wasn’t sure what it was, but it definitely happened.

Nae… did something… in the moment before she lashed out with her knife. There was a burst of motion. She kind of twisted in the air, in a way that didn’t seem connected with her actual attack. I batted her away and stepped back and let her run at me again.

There. She’d done it again.

The third time, I had a clearer idea of what I was looking at because I had a better idea of when I should be looking. I realized she was leading her charge with her head, just like she would if she wanted to bite… and then she had to sort of whip herself around in order to lash out with her blade. That’s why her attacks were so awkward. She’d been positioning herself to lead with her teeth and then not bringing them into play.

Was she having second thoughts? Did she doubt my half-demon skin would actually protect me from harm, or that the human half would feel sufficient pain to make it worthwhile? I could buy that… if she’d completely botched her first approach and then tried something else. She wasn’t repeatedly deciding to go for the bite and then making a spur-of-the-moment decision not to. In fact, while she was putting her best face forward with each charge, the trajectory wasn’t quite right for a bite. She was passing me, not bowling me over.

So… what exactly was holding her back?

But then, I might as well have asked why I was holding back… it was because I knew I’d have to fight her for two more days. Because I knew that the cumulative results would matter more than winning a single fight. We were both gaming things in the same way, both counting on the idea that no single one of our “fights to the death” was actually that crucial in and of themselves.

She was figuring out the speed and angle of attack so that she could make a bite attack work, because she wanted to make it count.

I made the decision to up the ante ahead of schedule. I’d still have time to figure out something to do for the next two days, and I might throw Nae off now or force her to show her hand earlier, and anyway, if I was obviously holding nothing back I’d make a better impression and probably get a better grade. Callahan didn’t think much of grade-grubbing, but I thought she’d be less opposed to gaming the class for a better grade than she was to gaming the limits of the fight system.

In any event, since Nae was determined to jump around so much anyway, there was a part of my strategy I didn’t have to give away yet. I didn’t have to force her to jump over my staff… I just had to get the tip under her when she came at me. My instinct was always to strike out, to try to swat her away, but what I wanted was control and so I pushed that down and focused on her, on her position and mine and the moment she lost contact with the ground. When that happened, I dipped the end of my staff low and swung it around, then brought it up like I was lifting a shovelful of earth or a bale of hay with my pitchfork… or so I imagine, having never shoveled earth or pitched hay.

There weren’t many students I could have comfortably smashed into the ceiling… the initial impact would be mostly illusionary, but the fall to the floor would be real. I was pretty sure Nae would walk away from that collision under her own power, though, so I decided to go for it.

She exhibited better reflexes and more control than I’d expected, though. She grabbed onto my staff with her hands and swung herself down beneath it. I could deal with that, though, because at that point she was out of room to maneuver… I just brought my staff down hard and hammered her to the ground. The illusionary aura flashed red immediately.

“I honestly wasn’t expecting any of that,” she said.

“We’re both full of surprises today,” I said.

I fully expected her to whip out the one I knew she was saving after that, but she didn’t. She also went back to darting in low and trying to slash my calves and ankles or the back of my knee, though she continued to try to use my staff as gymnastic equipment as much as possible. It was clear that she was experimenting… sometimes it worked out well for her, but when it went poorly it tended to end the battle quickly.

Effective or not, there is something terrifying about a tiny kobold clambering up the length of one’s weapon. If it had been a real battle, I probably would have thrown my staff away and ran.

I finished the day ahead in terms of number of victories, but I felt less certain about who the winner was in our ongoing battle. Nae had gotten better at avoiding my staff or making use of it without getting caught between it and a hard surface, and I knew she still had at least one more card up her lack of a sleeve.

I’d felt pleased to have caught on to her strategy, but I couldn’t help thinking that just because I’d figured out one thing didn’t mean I’d noticed everything.

What else might the crafty little kobold be planning? What else might she come up with in the next few days?

It would be a bad time to get complacent.

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34 Responses to “Chapter 115: Throw Down”

  1. HiEv says:

    Minor typo: “by fightingwith tooth and nail” is missing a space.

    I can’t wait to find out what happens with Mac and Emily.

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    • Lunaroki says:

      Typo Report

      I couldn’t really see * special tactics could change anything in that area.

      Seems like it’s missing a “how” before “special tactics”.

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  2. Brenda says:

    “more than enough time than I needed to get there” – seems to have an extra word in there, but I’m not sure.

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    • Chris says:

      It’s a little awkward, but grammatically correct.

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  3. Alex says:

    class that involved such a wide mix of physical strength other abilities.

    perhaps should read:

    class that involved such a wide mix of physical strength and other abilities.

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  4. Oniwasabi says:

    I have the mental image of Mackenzie’s “if it were a real battle” tactic of throwing the staff + kobold away stuck in my head now. Considering how far Mack should be able to throw something that size in a genuine panic I imagine Nae could end up air born for quite a distance if this were to occur outdoors. I wish I had a better frame of reference for Koboldian facial expressions so that I could properly complete the mental image ^_^

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  5. JN says:

    I have to think that a staff that could channel demon fire, properly mocked to channel mock fire, would come in handy with Nae climbing it, too.

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    • Erianaiel says:

      Coach Callahan will probably not be impressed though by setting your only, wooden, weapon on fire.
      I am not sure if Mackenzie has enough control for sheeting her staff in fire while not actually making it burn, and to be honest I would not bet on it that she has.
      (not to mention that if it is her own fire it is most definitely not mocked and the resulting burns are rather resistent to healing)

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      • P says:

        “Coach Callahan will probably not be impressed though by setting your only, wooden, weapon on fire.”

        What if it was a MAGIC staff?

        Edit: Seriously though, Mackenzie doing more with fire is kind of a natural extension of her accepting her demon side more. Right now she’s never considered the fire a serious option for dealing with her problems. She’s aware of her affinity, but she’s never thought out the various ways she could use it practically.

        She probably wouldn’t use it in the fighting class for a bunch of reasons (plus even if it was somehow mock fire being able to set her opponents on fire would kind of ruin the class) but maybe in a real fight and maybe in some other situations too.

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        • Morten says:

          She could enchant it on the go like when she enchants it with “Whoompf”. A mocked enchanted fire weapon does mocking fire damage.

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          • P says:

            But the fire is something she conjures from the elements, right? Basically all the elements are present in everything and Mackenzie has an natural affinity for fire, so she’s able to pull the fire out of the stuff around her.

            Also, the whoompf is a natural quality of a wood staff that she enhances, but fire isn’t a natural property of a wooden staff so she wouldn’t be able to enhance it in the same way. It’s probably possible for her to make a wood staff that conjures fire but it would never work as well as an item with a fire affinity.

            And even if it did work as well, it would be easier for her to just bring the fire out herself instead of relying on the staff. If she wanted to go through all that trouble to get a staff that summons an element, wouldn’t she go for one that she couldn’t call up as easily on her own? Like say a staff that conjures boiling water up. But that would be getting into battlemage territory and not what Calahan is trying to do with her class anyway.

            … and there is my in depth explanation of how magic works in a fictional universe from a web serial.

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            • pedestrian says:

              P, I like the way you parsed this line of questioning.

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            • Ducky says:

              The answer, of course, is because then she can use it in class. She can’t mock her demon fire, and it would do real damage to someone, as opposed to what a mocked fire spell attached to her staff would.

              Also, I’m pretty sure Mack could enchant her staff to be fireproof, and then she could, in fact, throw her own fire down the staff in a real battle.

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    • fka_luddite says:

      The size changing capabilities of the staff could also be used.

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  6. Readaholic says:

    wow. awesome update. the whole “there is something terrifying about a tiny kobold clambering up the length of one’s weapon” really brought it home to me – like when you try to remove a huntsman spider from your home with a broom and the spider runs up the broom handle.

    Why, yes, I am an arachnophobe that tries to be humane – why do you ask?

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    • Ducky says:

      Cups. They can’t run up your arm if you use cups.

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  7. pedestrian says:

    I’m loving this chapter.

    My experience in bar brawling is that you really never get the chance to do any thinking. That all comes later in a jail cell or ER cussing myself out for confusing alcohol with wisdom.

    That is why all the different martial arts practice reacting appropriately to their opponents attacks. Training to endure that you outlast your opponent. To be able to deliver the last blow is what decides the survivor.

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  8. C8H9NO2 says:

    Well, I think it’s obvious what the clothing is for – to allow Mackenzie to use her demon fire on her entire body and not be afraid of burning her clothes away. Question is, will she think of it? Will one of her friends think of it?

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    • Lunaroki says:

      That’s definitely one thought, but my thought went more along the lines of “Hey Coach, would it be cheating if I cut my opponent’s pants off in the middle of a battle?”

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      • erianaiel says:

        *grins* it certainly would reaffirm her reputation of that girl that somehow loses her clothing all the time.
        Mocked clothing would, after all, still be affected by mocked fire. Though it may not be by real fire (but I think that the university draws the line at having to treat third degree burns all over the body as a result of a combat practice in class that got a little out of hand …)

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  9. Ally says:

    I think “whoompf” IS a natural attribute of wood – it’s certainly flammable, and I’m sure I’ve heard that explained as wood taking part of the fire element. Physically (if we want to get all real-world about it) the energy for the flame is coming primarily from the wood, and fire is something that energy does rather than an entity itself. But if you chose to define fire as a substance I suppose you’d say that the wood has the fire in it.

    Which is really fairly irrelevant, but all that to say, flaming is a classic staff enchantment for a reason 😉

    It’s funny to contemplate, but clearly Mack doesn’t see her demon fire (or any other demonish attribute) as simply one of her properties, just like Nae’s teeth. With good reason, I think, even aside from Grandma’s fear of it, but interesting that she might head in that direction.

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    • Gruhl says:

      When it comes to weapon enchantments, flaming is not the most common of things to add to a staff. On the other hand, having a staff as a focus for magic, using it to aid your aim or similar when calling upon fire, is more heard of.
      Basically, in literature, when someone speaks of ‘The Great Staff of Hellfire’ they are usually speaking of a staff that shoots fire, not a staff that is actually on fire. For a very simple reason.
      It is in the nature of wood to be devoured by fire. While a sword on the other hand is much more suited to flaming enchants, because as all know, it is in the nature of metal to be ennobled by fire.

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      • TheTurnipKing says:

        “being on fire” is not a natural attribute of wood, on the grounds that any wood that is on fire is very quickly not wood anymore.
        “being flammable” is a natural attribute of wood, but that’s more of a weakness than a benefit.

        I think we’re focussing on the wrong element, tbh. She’s already kind of trying to push Nae into the walls, and she’s already channeling exactly the right element to do it with.

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        • erianaiel says:

          It has been explained in one of the first year elementalism classes that wood contains relatively much elemental fire, which makes it easier to draw it our and to make the wood burn. Rock and water by contrast contain very little fire and thus only a skilled mage can call the fire out of them (which was done that first lesson to impress the students and to drive home the lesson that even the purest water on the planet still contained some elemental fire)

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          • TheTurnipKing says:

            Wouldn’t drawing the fire out of the wood destroy the staff though? If you take the fire out of the wood then it’s not wood anymore.

            I mean, there’s wiggle room between overdrawn and ashes, but it still seems like it would be weakening the weapon.

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            • Erianaiel says:

              Only if things in the MuVerse are an exact composite of the elements. This is unlikely though as there are only 4 elements and uncounted trillions of different things.
              It is more likely that ‘contains a relatively high proportion of elemental fire’ is a characteristic of wood and not a property of it. Kind of how a desert is hot but you can not take the heat out of it.
              Wood contains relatively much elemental fire so it is easier to manifest fire from wood than it is from water. Setting the wood on fire does not remove the elemental fire from the wood, it just sets it on fire. And in the process of burning you find lots of elemental fire in the fire, and the wood gets transmuted into ash.
              Ash similarly is not ‘wood without elemental fire’ but simply ash. Being the result of fire it could conceivably even contain relatively high amounts of elemental fire still even if you can not set it on fire itself. (I mean fire contains lots of elemental fire, but you can not burn it more either…)

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  10. Zathras IX says:

    Phantasmal outfits
    Are a sign that some bouts can
    Only end in tears

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  11. Burnsidhe says:

    “I’d felt pleased to have caught on to her strategy, but I couldn’t help thinking that just because I’d figured out one thing didn’t mean I’d noticed everything.
    What else might the crafty little kobold be planning? What else might she come up with in the next few days?
    It would be a bad time to get complacent.”

    This. This is the main point of these “special sessions.” Coming up with new tactics and becoming aware of the little shifts and signs that an attack might be coming from an unexpected direction.

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  12. fagricipni says:

    Possible mistake: “Goblinoid anatomy didn’t offer much that needed covering”, referring to Nae, but Nae is a kobold, not a goblin.

    Also, I initially misread the subtitle as “In Which Nae Gets Up The Stick”, which is just as true, and a lot funnier in its innuendo meaning.

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    • Maahes0 says:

      Kobolds were considered Goblinoids in original D&D, and are still Goblinoids in other worlds such as MU.

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    • Anonymous (no affiliation with 4chan) says:

      Dee’s an elf, not a human, but she’s still a humanoid.

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    • Ducky says:

      “Goblinoid” has previously referred, in the story, to both goblins and kobolds.

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  13. Joshua says:

    Typo: “togs” needs a period after it.

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  14. Indiana says:

    How bout them kobolds?

    In other news, I figured out the elf thing, I think.

    And I’m mostly caught up 😀

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