Forbidden Arcana^Jinx by Tamryn Tamer

Author:Tamryn Tamer [Tamer, Tamryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: smirkpublishing
Published: 2019-01-06T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 5

The Most Powerful Mage

Getting ready for the delivery quest was a lot of work. Player killers were a lot more troublesome than monsters because you couldn’t plan the hunt. Hunting monsters was as easy as identifying their strengths and weaknesses and doing your best to prepare for them, then it was about whether or not you could execute.

Hunting players was different because you never knew their strengths or weaknesses, how many there’d be, how prepared they’d be, and whether they could execute better than you.

You think bringing poison will help? So, did they. You think oil and fire will help? Guess who’s holding a fire resistance potion, that’s right. And even if you manage to outplay the player in front of you, the one behind you slits your throat.

Sure, players weren’t sporting nearly unbreakable armor like dragons and couldn’t breathe fire so hot it melts through the most powerful enchanted armor, but the infinite and unpredictable adaptability of players was something to be respected.

“I don’t see why you need that,” Jinx said pointing at a fire resistance potion. “Fire magic can be blocked with spirit magic and you said everybody else had weak magic. Idiot. Numbskull.”

“They won’t be using magic,” Jericho grumbled. Jinx had spent the entire morning criticizing his decisions and reminding him there were spells that were superior to his potions. “They’ll douse us in oil and fire a flaming arrow at us.”

“Water magic. Moron. Dolt.” Jinx said rolling her eyes. She was also a little irritated that Jericho wouldn’t let her dress in her normal lacy black dress and heels. Instead, he’d given her an entire outfit enchanted for increased dexterity and she didn’t like it very much. She was wearing leather boots up to her knees and tight pants that cupped her perfect athletic ass. Her top consisted of a tight-fitting cloth tunic and a pair of leather riders’ gloves. All dyed black, her choice, not his.

“What do you want for a weapon?” Jericho asked while sorting through a storage chest. “I have wands, staffs, swords, knives.”

“Claws,” she said while holding up her hand. “Nice shiny claws. Weakling. Jerk.”

“I don’t have any claws,” Jericho responded while digging for some fist weapons. “Shit. I don’t even think I have any decent fist weapons. I mean, it’s a specialized skill and inferior to basically all other types of combat.”

“Then daggers. Useless. Nimrod.” Jinx said while holding out her hands.

“Here,” Jericho said handing her two of his nicest daggers. He was pleased that his random hoarding was paying off. He had a habit of keeping weapons he couldn’t use if they looked cool, and cooler looking weapons were almost always powerful. “They are both enchanted for critical damage and armor piercing, so they’ll melt through most medium armors.”

Jinx looked them over and sighed, clearly sad at the lack of shininess in the red glowing metal. Unfortunately, there was nothing he could do about it. Since they were used by assassins and rogues, most high-end knives came in two colors, black or red.

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