Daniel Garcia
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After enduring the flames, though his major injuries healed, he looked at his hands, finding small sores left from the aftermath as a limit was found in his undying blood. Vandread mentioned it before, but it really isn’t some sort of ‘immortality’…It has its limits, and they’re clear, he thought. Catching his breath, he was helped to his feet by his two companions, which Everett worriedly looked back to see the flaming insects refusing to cross the chasm. “Guess they’re staying in their…
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Pointing to the direction she came from, Melisande clarified, “Bees!” Just then, the skin-crawling buzz of bees could be heard as Emilio faced towards the same direction as Melisande, standing back-to-back with Everett. Revealing themselves from beyond the foliage were not just any bees, but large, round variants with bright-orange fur. “I’m so done with this forest!” Everett complained, clearly reeling from the sting to the rear he took. As a mini fireball hurled right past Emilio’s cheek,…
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Stopping for a moment, he glanced over to see Everett listening and watching him intently, scratching his flushed cheek out of embarrassment. “I know, it’s a pretty lame reason–” “No, I totally get it!” Everett interrupted him, “Isn’t the world just amazing?! I’m right there with ya–I wanna see it all, too!” “Really?” “I didn’t want to say it, but…” Everett coughed into his hand, “…Another reason for becoming a world-class adventurer is, I want to try all the tasty…
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A mischievous idea came to the young mage’s mind as he held his staff forward, issuing a quick burst of water that splashed against Everett, knocking the moles off of his armor and causing them to flee by digging into the ground. “Agh…ugh…” Everett caught his breath, trying to wipe the water from his face. “Your welcome,” Emilio stepped over, carrying the badger. Everett looked up with a disgruntled expression, parting his drenched, blond bangs, “…Thanks.” As quickly as the…
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There was only so much ‘sunlight’ available, and he wished to make proper use of it so as not to go the night being separated from Melisande. This seemed to be a far-off desire as his companion was clearly in a deep, unimpeded slumber. …I’d be making a serious mistake if I left her alone for any longer than I have to in this place, he thought. Though there was a part of him that felt that his thought process was flawed, perhaps not wrong from a pragmatic standpoint, but he remembered the times in…
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Melisande found herself wandering in the crimson section of the Valley of Parmesus, carefully walking past tall plants that breathed embers. “Uegh…Where did I end up?” She mumbled to herself. It was embarrassing for the silver-haired girl to admit to herself, but her feet carried her far out of fear. Once she began running, taking in the serious words of Emilio, the fear of the savage man caused her to sprint away without remembering a single step of the path she took. Due to this, she now found…
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To the surprise of both Emilio and Everett, the landscape of the mystical forest shifted as they reached a new sector: the green-leaves trees were now holding bright-red leaves like a fiery autumn, creating an atmosphere of a scarlet hue. “Woah…” Everett remarked. “This place just gets weirder and weirder…” Emilio mumbled. There was a sweet smell that filled the air, crossing between a natural nectar and a strong aroma resembling syrup. “Are you sure this is the right way?” Everett…
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While the beastly foe was held in the grip of the stone hand, he used the other conjured appendage to double-up the hold before taking in a breath, having to focus further as he turned the soil around the figure into mud. Ensnaring the man-eating savage’s feet in the quicksand-like mud, he then manipulated the natural biome around to summon sturdy vines, wrapping them around the gripped figure for further safety. Using multiple spells and shifting elements required a level of concentration that was…
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“Rrrgh!” The savage man growled. Even without a sword of his own, the barbaric figure lunged forward, swiping with his hands as he utilized his sharpened nails like blades. Emilio used his sword to block, deflecting the attacks, though the raw strength behind the being’s swipes were monstrous as well. At the very least, he found that there was at least some inclination for the savage man to evade his strikes. He’s not completely immune then. I can hurt him! He thought. Though the figure was…
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Sitting down, he put into practice what he learned from watching Vandread during the length of their journey together–skinning the rabbit and bringing it to a cookable state before conjuring a steady flame. Magic truly is convenient, he thought. It brought back memories for him of when his parents would have him help around the house with magic, whether it was warming the bath with fire or washing Julius’ stained clothes with water. To him, it felt like so much time had passed since he was home, but…
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