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The Calamitous Bob 98: The Hollow Mountain

Sun rose over the Merl territory, its rays timidly peeking over the caldera where they had dug their homes. Viv packed up her meager belongings and enough food to last her a few days, courtesy of h...

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//GREETINGS, MEATBAG.

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A Journey of Black and Red 179: Spirited Away

“You trapped me! You LIED! How could you?” I scream.

I shove Sinead, torn as I am by anger and betrayal. After… after everything! Everything we have done for each other, he traps me? View Post

The Calamitous Bob Part 8 ch 83 - 93

For your convenience

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The Calamitous Bob part 7 (74 - 82)

For your convenience

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The Calamitous Bob 97: Merls

There was something about walking downhill on a full stomach with a slight wind and the scent of sap in the air. Viv was backed by enough stats to give her an olympic shape. It felt like being aliv...

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A Journey of Black and Red 178: Heist of the Millennium

Power feeds into the construct from four cardinal points. Sinead and Sivaya stand in the innermost circle where they will stay for three days until the ritual is complete, hands linked in symbolic ...

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The Calamitous Bob 96: Isekai, Day Zero

Maradoc, God of Secrets and Travelers, laughed his ass off. He picked the memory and weaved a tiny construct around it, sending the precious moment on its way to an old friend.

Farther in t...

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A Journey of Black and Red 177: The Undead World

The exploratory group walks into the dead world with care but without worry. All of us working together would be enough to topple a small nation, so I am not overly concerned, but it is the truth t...

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The Calamitous Bob 95: The Fate of Enoria

“The passage is near the front wall at the base of a tower because the valley used to be the back, before everything went permonn-shaped. Fifty years ago, we were more scared about some of the we...

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A Journey of Black and Red 176: Ariane, master schemer

“What were you thinking? By the Eye Ariane of the Nirari are you out of your mind?”

I sit back and relax, letting Sephare vent. I shall have to endure Constantine’s ire later a...

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The Calamitous Bob 94: Green Edge

Kordok brought Viv back to her cage, then he took her cover.

“Compliance leads to peace; resistance leads to pain. Please follow me.”

It would be more annoying to Viv if the man had...

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175. The Great Escape

“You need to evacuate while I hold them off,” I tell Sinead.

“We’ll rappel down the cliff, walk along the wall. Meet at evacuation site one?”

“You got it.”

“And be...

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The Calamitous Bob 93: What goes around

Viv expected much from the aftermath of the Herald’s death, most of it bad. The village had lost almost one person in five. It was a tragedy, one that should logically lead people to be dicks and...

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174. Grand Theft Faerie

My feet land on snow without a sound and I take a deep breath. It smells of cold and of pine sap. The air is crisp with only the lightest wind.

Tonight is a good night. Fluffy clouds cover th...

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The Calamitous Bob 92: Besieged

Viv’s rage did not evaporate when something heavy smashed through the palissade, but it did take a hit when she saw the culprit.

[Siege Tarantula]

“Holy shit.”

The creature ...

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173. The setup

October 1870

“The Council welcomes Ariane of the Nirari. Please check your talismans, thank you.”

The White Cabal council has changed a lot since my first visit. Frost has been repl...

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The Calamitous Bob 91: SO MANY SPIDERS

“We’re under attack!” Marruk bellowed from the wall, where Viv had left her.

“Gods dammit.”

The witch ran and swore, pushing aside the last scrambling villagers making their w...

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172. Guns and Glory! Winterfall.

The Crew clumped around the Gatling gun like ants around jam fallen from a scone. We could hear vulgar laughs from here, though the general noise remained low. They didn’t seem to be in a hurry.<...

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The Calamitous Bob 90: SPIDERS!

“No, out of the question. I’m not here to assist foresters with their pest problems. Spiders happen in the forest. It’s normal.”

“Please, great one, I see you are a mage! Sardanal h...

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Holidays announcement + new releases.

Alright so I love writing and I have plenty of projects but I'm feeling fatigue right now, especially since Christmas is coming and I can't see my mom and sis for the second year in a row. I shall ...

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171. Guns and Glory! Steelborough never dies.

“You could solve this entire situation in a week,” I remarked.

The blonde woman reclined in her seat, hands together and fingers twined in a demure pose that would fool many a man. She st...

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The Calamitous Bob 89: The Pull of Fate.

Viv rode on the back of a galloping horse, cursing every moment she had spent thinking pony girls were uncool. If she had learned to ride better, she wouldn’t be feeling like a potato bag strappe...

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170. Guns and Glory! The West is not Enough.

Just as I reached the end of the circle of light, Ariane’s voice interrupted my mad dash.

“Alexander! Your guns.”

Her glacial voice cooled down my urgency. She was right, of cours...

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The Calamitous Bob 88: In Enoria

Traveling through the Enorian spring was the closest Viv had felt to being on Earth since landing on this weird planet. Fields of flowers and copses of trees shone a vibrant green on either side of...

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169. Guns and Glory! Pearls are Eternal

The establishment known as the Pearl greeted me with a massive room vibrating with the din of conversations even so early in the day. A few steps up led to a central square covered in tables, couch...

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The Calamitous Bob 87: Gone

Humans were capable of performing an amazing amount of mental gymnastics for the purpose of belonging, whether they were aware of it or not, Viv thought. She was no exception. When Solfis had made ...

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168. Guns and Glory! Or a Surrey Gentleman's Guide to Bringing Law to the Wild West, by Alexander Bingle

In September 1968, my strange mentor oversaw the last of my training to ascertain that it was conducted to her satisfaction. The ever youthful woman’s languid manners changed drastically as soon ...

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Chapter 86: Loose Ends

AN: has mistakes because I'm late and tired, sorry. I'll go over it again.

Viv stood in the command tent, idly watching the map in front of her. It was of no use, of course, she cou...

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167. Maturity

September 1869, near the vampire fortress in Boston.

A blur. I use a thorn root to try and hamper him but the man reacts immediately.

“Magna Arqa.”

His soul weapon splits into...

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