Daniel Garcia
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In the illustrious "Emerald Keep" of Milligarde's capital, where the King himself ruled wisely, where the people of the kingdom's hope laid upon, there was one person who kept it all afloat; the existence of one man that kept the King's enemies at bay. A youthful knight with silken, silver hair kept short and tidy and armor of quartz that granted him the beauty of the moon itself; cascading down his shoulders was a black cape and decorating his pearlescent armor were medals of his many feats, all forged…
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"Show me what you've got, Emilio," Julius said with an energetic smile, pointing his wooden sword towards his son, "I want to see what you've learned in your travels. If those stories you've told are more than exaggeration–if you've earned that insignia!" However, now, with experience under his belt and a plethora of powers etched into his flesh, the excitement Emilio felt was somewhat different as he stood there with a smile, holding the wooden sword in his metallic, right hand: Emilio was now ready…
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"We're here, adventurers," the pilot said. They both were up at the official announcement from the man who had brought them from Vasmoria to Milligarde. The pilot pulled a lever on the side of the metallic vehicle, causing it to open up with a ramp descending onto the fields of Yullim. "Thank you, err…" Emilio said, not knowing the man's name. "The name's Brash Vardick," the pilot said, tipping his hat, "Have a fine time, young adventurers." "Thanks, Brash!" Emilio waved, leaving the airship as he…
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There was still some oddity to seeing his mechanical arm in the mirror, though by running his fingers along it, he remembered the elf who made it for him and walked by his side in death. – As he met with the others, heading down from the living quarters, eating a hearty breakfast of fluffy, golden eggs and sweet toast in the lobby of the bustling foundation, he learned what he already expected: there would be another parting. Melisande had an announcement to make, more so pointed at Emilio himself as…
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It felt surreal to be back; though he earned his badge that signified him as an official world-class adventurer, he couldn't wait to go back home after what felt like years away from his family. 'I'll need to write a letter to Celly, too…It's been so long,' he thought. Before any such travels back to his hometown could be taken, there was one thing he wanted to do most of all: "I wanna sleep!" He announced, suddenly. Weird looks were given from the others from the random proclamation made from the…
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'Here goes–I'm taking back my life and returning to Arcadius,' he resolved. With utmost confidence, he stepped past the threshold of the Quandary Gate, immediately finding his senses warped as he passed through the nebulous portal, surrounded by a unique light that surrounded him with a feeling of weightlessness. It was a surreal feeling that washed over him as the air shifted, turning from hot to cold, humid and dry, before he found himself now standing on a simple, straight bridge. The bridge was…
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The King of Spades' eyes moved over to where the platinum-haired spirit was, across the chamber as he pointed his halberd to her, "I will deal with you first, little witch." Hextrice didn't shy away from the threat, unfolding her arms that were crossed over her chest as astral flowers bloomed around her, "Hollow threats are just that–hollow. Come, then–I will dismantle you and send you to a place further than death." Though just as the King of Spades took a single step, the guardian's instincts…
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"It's done," Asher breathed out. For the Devilheart System user, a "level up" arrived, bringing him to the level of forty-six, though he found himself deprived of stamina as he fell over onto the grass on his back. "...Phew…" Asher exhaled. Joel was going to help him up, but only plopped down onto the grass as well as the devilish armor vanished from his body. "Dang, I was hoping I'd have that armor a little longer." Joel said. Asher caught his breath for a few seconds before speaking, "...The…
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Sparks of cyan electricity were left in the wake of the Speed Demon's movements, coiling around leaves and sparking against the soil. This constant static encircled Asher as he picked himself up, attempting to take a step forward before–ZAP. "--!" He recoiled. The air itself had been electrified by the Speed Demon's constant movement, creating a painful veil around the air like a shining, malicious mist. Every minuscule movement that Asher tried to make resulting in being bitten by the electricity…
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"It won't reach." A stomp from the foot of the legendary warrior emitted a force strong enough to rip up the cobblestone around him, dispelling the incoming arrows that came from the front before he squeezed the handle of his sword. The crimson-haired man spun around with a masterful slash of his sword; the speed at which he swung it, the perfect trajectory in which he moved it–such factors played into the majestic, yet horrifying result of the "spatial slash". Space warped around the blindfolded…
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