Everett Scaife
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I have always enjoyed writing and I have always dreamed of publishing my own series of science fiction books
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Beginner's Luck: Growth 10
"Have you looked at your mask yet?" Fluke was confused at the question; he was still processing the impossible changes he was seeing before him. Fluke slowly reached up and pulled the mask off, looking at it for the first time with clear eyes. Across almost half the mask on the left was a green series of diamond shapes, which were checkered with the normal white. The green was the exact same green as the green aventurine the goddess had given him. The eye emblem still sat on the forehead, and the right side was still the pearl white. Fluke put the mask back on and checked his stats:
By Everett Scaifeabout 15 hours ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Growth 9
Fluke put on a strained toothy grin as his resonance flopped and fell apart a second time. "Here kid, come sit down before you hurt yourself." Parche pat the grass next to him, and Fluke came and flopped down beside him, and then adjusted himself so he sat with his legs crossed.
By Everett Scaifeabout 20 hours ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Growth 8
Fluke pulled out one of the Fuscia resonant shards and held it in his hand. This shard immediately vibrated and behaved almost unstable despite having not been mistreated in any way. Putting a small amount of resonance into the shard this one behaved much like the Cobalt shard. The only notable difference was that this shard let out a barely audible musical note, similar to water rubbed on the rim of a wine glass. And again, after a minute, the shard returned itself to the pouch, which prompted Fluke to check his information.
By Everett Scaifeabout 20 hours ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Growth 6
Mining stone was not fun. Even with his divine blessings and the use of resonance, the stone before him seemed to resist all of his efforts. It didn't help that Mason didn't seem to want to help at all in the process, and only continued to stare at him. Taking a moment to breath and assess his progress Fluke had an epiphany. If wood required a chopping action and wide blade, perhaps stone needed a different type of resonant focus in order to get results. Using insight and his focus, he looked at how the energy seemed to surround the pickaxe head. The energy was rounded and smooth, and when he swung the tool, the energy almost resisted his efforts when it made contact with the stone. He examined the outcropping before him:
By Everett Scaifeabout 21 hours ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Growth 5
The Librarian walked away without another word to Fluke or Q or the Derboul. The tension driving a wedge between the apprentice and master. Fluke didn't call after him, instead he too walked in the opposite direction. He quickly grabbed his bag of supplies and then gave Q a command to watch over their prisoner. Fuming as he marched away, his mind raced with thoughts, questions, and frustrations.
By Everett Scaifeabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Growth 4
Fluke watched the wounded Derboul with rapt curiousity. The beast was terrifying to behold, yet at the same time, it seemed to be a vegetarian. Even when they provided fish it seemed to eat it sparingly. The hulking mass of alien warrior screamed carnivore or predator, and yet here it was hungrily devouring anything plant based. Fluke looked up at his mentor, who was just staring at the outsider with arms crossed. His facial expression was hidden behind his mask, but no facial expression was needed: the intensity and rigid body language may as well have been the Librarian shouting at the top of his lungs.
By Everett Scaifeabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Growth 2
On their way to the beach, they stopped and interacted with the non-sentients in the village. After a brief exchange between the Librarian, the four of them happily gathered some tools, a collapsible work bench, and some provisions before hurrying off to the clearing. Fluke looked up into the sky and noticed that despite him already having eaten lunch it wasn't quite mid-day. Even with more than half a day's worth of daylight he had no idea how they would be able to process the wood and finish a house. Perhaps it was another part of the magic of living in a rift world.
By Everett Scaifeabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Growth
Both the Librarian and Fluke spent the rest of their lunch break manipulating their resonance. By barrowing Fluke's emblem Insight, the Librarian made steady progress and managed to gain an even envelope around himself. Fluke found that after resting and digesting, there was an interesting change to the attributes listed in his mask. Before exhausting himself his read out had said:
By Everett Scaifeabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Liminal 6
In a dazed confusion the Librarian slowly walked to the manic boy. When he stood over him, he lifted his mask and rubbed his eyes. Fluke paused his laughter trying to catch his breath and opened his eyes to see the man with a look of confusion on his face.
By Everett Scaife17 days ago in Fiction
Beginner's Luck: Liminal 5
Fluke's body was screaming in pain after two continuous hours of chopping at the tree. Sweat was soaking through his clothes, streams of it ran down his back and arms. Luckily, his mask seemed to keep the sweat from burning his eyes, though when he exerted himself, he felt the hot air build up behind the mask, threatening to suffocate him. With shaking arms, he set the axe against the tree and walked to the stump to sit for a few minutes in the shade of the clearing. Looking down at his shaking hands he noticed that blisters had already formed and broke on each of his palms. The sweat threatened to slide into his open sores and burn him, but he rolled his sleeves up and let the cool breeze wash over him. His shoulders ached, his back ached, his thighs and calves burned, and he steadied his breath enjoying the cool forest air.
By Everett Scaife17 days ago in Fiction
