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Harlow's head lowered slightly, a motion that could be explained as the start of a nod, or simply an unintentional movement, though few things Harlow did seemed at all unintentional. Sol seemed pleased with his hasty acquisition. His gaze stuck elsewhere, flicking from place to place, as the red...

The man stood before a crumbled building. His palms pressed against his balding scalp and forehead, his wife clinging to his shoulder. Her eyes welled with tears, but were too wide to lose one, staring into the rubble. Beside them sat a dog, obedient, waiting, and wagging its tail. It was on the...

195 Lion Arms - Squire -25 HP from Combating Harlow was slowly lifting a teacup when the rattling of the wagon shook. The fluid splashed against the side of the cup, spilling onto the front of Harlow's robes. His dismay required no outward reaction, nor any expression, as an unsettled...

The Magia listened carefully, knowing well the value of a more veteran player's knowledge was not to be wasted. Information about the game's past was information. It would someday come in handy, so Harlow took mental notes about the racial distinction and enhanced senses. Perhaps it was like his...

Harlow made no movement to evade the hand, relying on the goodwill of his company now that he was properly exhausted and injured. Reaching for the same place he had before the training, he pressed the button upon the ridge of his scapula. A sharp inhale came to his joints, and he entered a more...

"Affirmative." Harlow confirmed that it was a racial trait, leaving his arm presented for further examination, if Ash intended. Or perhaps he simply forgot to lower it. Either way, the limb remained carelessly raised between them. "It can be difficult. Irritating. Over." He was pleased to find...

Harlow's cold fingertips pinched, tearing the paper down from the wall. He carried it with him as he exited the building, passing silently by would-be adventurers gathering for the usual expeditions. He had experienced his fill of quests hunting for wolf fangs and bear pelt, temporarily...

Had there been one spear he hadn't seen? It would make sense as to why the attack had hit him, if he hadn't managed to even notice one of the incoming swings. Knowing now that the strikes were not so linear, and would grow exponentially instead, the fight seemed even more hopeless. Thankfully...

195 Lion Arms - Squire Learning quickly was turning out to be something of a disadvantage, as many realized that he picked up medial tasks remarkably quick. In one moment, Harlow was running a crate of supplies from one end of the preparation area to another. The next, he was giving...

"Affirmative. I am new. Over." He confirmed, but listened motionlessly at the mention of his racial choice. Harlow tilted his head after a pause, presenting his own forearm, and allowing the thin cloth of his robe to draw back, revealing design of an absolutely unnatural arm. It might've had a...

Even the keen capabilities of Harlow's gaze could not find the spirits Ash could. Otherwise he might be flicking them off. Though Harlow stood remarkably still, his posture was relaxed. "Understood." Harlow listened to Ash's reply and explanation of where he was going, despite not looking...

He'd barely managed to evade when there were two weapons swinging in his direction. Now he was to believe that there would be three? This combat was beginning to feel less like a one-on-one than he had expected, but it suggested a valuable lesson. Fights in this world would not always be fair...

Again, he hadn't a moment to spare, eyes racing across the anatomy of his opponent, looking for any indication of their next move. Unfortunately, while his dash had successfully evaded the first attack, the impetus was fleeting. His movement slowed as the inertia of Sylvanas failed to falter. It...

Ash. Harlow registered that in his database, zooming in and making mental note of the facial features of the approacher. He passively adjusted his volume again as the distance closed, first dilating the setting a bit too low, but correcting it after an additional, albeit very quiet radio check...

Harlow stared at his foe in a strong, sturdy stance, determined glower unflinching. He had practiced kata with nuntebo before, which was practically a spear, but it was a weapon he was not as experienced with. This weapon now pointed towards him was far more lethal looking than anything he had...

How long had it been since he had practiced his kata? Was it even worth practicing here, where not even his vocabulary was obedient to him? Harlow stared into the water as it, like this world, shifted his identity into different shapes, always molded around the original, but never perfect. The...

Harlow listened as Lucia questioned his method. From years in other physical training environments, he had heard similar sentiments many times before. That did not mean he was neglecting her wisdom, nodding once as he interpreted her words without answer. He had attempted a plethora of...

Her immediate reaction to shake her head worried Harlow, as he did not understand instantly whether she was indicating disapproval or a lack of concern. Her words remedied this misunderstanding, however. Yeah, you're right. I think so too. "Affirmative." Was he ever going to get used to that...

Water burst out with every step, droplets painting the legs that charged through it. An echoing, high-pitched cry transformed into a laugh. Cupped hands fell beneath the surface to toss a thin pocket of water upwards. A trio of faces turned upwards as a momentary rain fell upon them, bringing a...

THE KING'S BAY At its heart, the hustle of hurried merchants and boat-bound traders never stalled. An aroma of ocean-life melded with the well-baked scent of brine as ships battled over the ebb and flow of empty space. The port lived up to its regal name, no stranger to the visibly prosperous...