Daniel Garcia
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“Even that didn’t work…?” Melisandre questioned. “I think I understand what’s going on,” Emilio said, holding his hand to his chin. “Yeah? I’m all ears,” Everett said, waving his hand from the sparks of pain. Looking at the colossal seal of fog around the area, Emilio explained what he’d come to understand, “I’m not experienced in this, but I read about it in my journal recently…this is a barrier spell—specifically something made from runes or inscriptions.” “I…
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“I was going to save this for after we made it through the trial, but…” Melisande fiddled with her silver tufts, “…I think I’m going to stay in Vasmoria after this.” “Huh? Really?” Emilio looked surprised. It was the first he’d heard of this, and it was clear that Melisande knew the impact of such news as she looked down, only briefly meeting his eyes. “I saw it when we were in Indasia. The mage academies in Vasmoria are famous around the world–and with the money I’ll earn…
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After finishing their breakfast, there was finally a moment of calm found in the world-class trial as the sound of birds chirping filled the jungle sector of the valley. The early portions of the day were spent by him getting more reading time in, delving into further sections of the journal while Melisande continued practicing the spells she was taught. He sat on a log just outside of his tent with his journal in his hands and his staff between his arms, periodically looking over to make sure Melisande…
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Boar meat was something he was used to, seeing as Yullim was heavily populated by them and something Julius hunted quite often, being prepared by Treyna from tough meat into a savory meal. However, when simply cooked over a flame without any seasoning or sauce, it was a far cry from what he was used to from Treyna’s cooking, though he didn’t mind. I can’t wait to have Mother’s cooking again…He thought. After he finished his meal, he began giving Melisande lessons, helping her expand her…
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Through the folly of shadows, the black-eyed man vanished as the Dragonheart’s fist penetrated the air with ferocious force, unleashing a blast of draconic force that carved through the soil before him. The strike itself caused the wind to crack like the bellowing roar of a winged beast, coalescing fallen leaves into a spiral. Amon warped behind the scale-clad Dragonheart, emerging from the shadows cast on the ground as he swung his daggers towards the neck of his opponent. CLANG. For the first time,…
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There wasn’t much time to think as Amon proved to be capable of holding the initiative even against the four, fading in-and-out from his shadow form while Everett continuously swung and slammed his shield towards him. “–C’mon, faster now,” Amon teased, “Maybe you’ll hit me, someday.” “Raaagh! Shut it, wouldja?!” Everett roared. As Amon backpedaled while being chased by the shielder, Emilio attempted to turn the soil in his path to mud, though even without looking, the recruit killer…
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It was a nerve wracking time, waiting around a campfire while his spirits scouted the surrounding area. Melisande and Everett hardly talked, obviously tense from the looming threat that they were intentionally provoking. Only briefly could he see the demi-human rogue in the shadows around the trees, slinging ropes over branches and assembling traps around the perimeter. I’ve got to be prepared. This was my idea…Dragging a dangerous killer like Amon straight to the group. One wrong move, and somebody…
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There was certainly a lot he was curious about when it came to the cat woman who he had found as a new companion, especially in regards to the style that very closely resembled the ruthless ‘Godless Style’ that Vandread wielded. Yet, he knew asking directly would hardly get him anywhere close past that stone-cold exterior of Yuna’s. If I’m nosy, I might find that dagger pressed against my neck…I’ve had enough of that for a lifetime, he thought. “So, what now?” Everett asked after…
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Preparing for another clash of his sword against her dagger, he was caught off-guard as the woman changed her method of attack on the fly, drawing a tiny needle from her pocket before flicking it directly towards his eye. Emilio watched it approach, nearing his eyeball before unleashing a swirl of wind around his entire body in a panicked effort, managing to blast the small projectile back. As he breathed out, nearly avoiding the painful assault, there was no mercy in the cat demi-human’s attack as she…
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After they each finished off a combined six of the nicknamed ‘dessert fruits’, they both sat there, watching the light coat of rain befall the jungle through the doorway of the sturdy, mud igloo while subject to Everett’s boarish snores. “…This is a whole lot tougher than I thought it’d be,” Emilio said. “Yeah,” Melisande responded. “I expected some sort of physical exam and a written one, but this…well, it’s kind of obvious now that I’m here,” he said, “We’ll make it,…
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