Daniel Garcia
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Despite the increase in physical abilities, it didn’t seem to magically improve Jeane’s fundamental lack of basics when it came to hand-to-hand combat, as Emilio countered with a jab to his nose. “Argh-!” Jeane winced. The impact shattered the man’s glasses, causing them to crumble apart and fall into the sand. As blood spewed from Jeane’s nostrils, he realized he might’ve put too much strength behind his punch. To him, Jeane was still somebody with the potential of being a friend–he…
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It didn’t feel like much time had passed for him before it was time for his next bout in the Tower of Iron Magi, which he speedily followed Ains, who moved swiftly through the street before they reached the tower once more. I guess I slept in the springs for longer than I thought…Crap, I missed my chance at the brothel again! Maybe later? Emilio thought. “Did you rest well enough, Sir Dragonheart?” Ains asked, glancing back. “Yeah, I’m good,” he replied, “I’m ready.” “That’s…
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Huffing to himself, the bristly-bearded dwarf extended his hand to Emilio, which was calloused and rough, “Sorry ’bout that, laddy! Name’s Whurful Dimbuckle! This here is a member of my adventurin’ party: Veril. He’s a good, feliable fellow most of the time, but…an excitable one! Ha-ha!” “Yes, yes, I apologized already,” Veril said, shaking Emilio’s hand as well. He was pleasantly surprised to find out the two were adventurers, though it seemed like a large chunk of the population in…
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After walking and talking for a good bit, mainly Ikar going on about memorable fights he’d been in with goliaths and beasts exclusive to the demon continent called ‘Devil Hide Worms’, Emilio found himself at an exit of the Tower. …That’s right–the brothel! He remembered. Emilio interrupted Ikar mid-conversation, taking his leave as he waved, “–I just remembered I have something to do! I’ll see you later! Bye! Good luck!” “Right back atcha! I’ll win next time we fight!” Ikar…
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Blood poured from his nostrils as his nose was completely bent to the right, bruising immediately before he caught himself from falling backward, leaning back unnaturally before he grabbed his nose. Crack. With a simple tug, he snapped it back into proper position as the bruising subsided alongside his momentary concussion, bringing him back into the fight just as he looked up, finding Ikar leaping towards him. “You’re great!” Ikar said in earnest delight. Emilio flipped backward to avoid being…
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A figure arrived from the opposing hall, soon entering the arena in the form of a man that more-so resembled a temple of muscle and savagery; he stood well over two meters with black hair kept in dreadlocks and two horns protruding from his forehead. He held a fiery smirk as his sharp, scarlet eyes set on Emilio, tightening the black-steel, studded gauntlets that were worn on his fists. Emilio recognized those features, though never seeing them in person before, he had read about them in books: “The…
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Seeing as it wasn’t a private area, he hesitantly walked into the “Tower of Iron Magi” with curiosity bolstering his step as he entered past the threshold. “Wooo–!” “Get him!” There were cheers that echoed throughout the corridor, originating from a vast space deeper within the colossal building. What’s this place…? He questioned. Passing by adventurers who were exchanging coins, some being paid from receptionists after “winning” something, he reached the end of the…
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Frost stretched itself over countless valleys, gripping mountains in sheets of white as snow flowed through the harsh, howling winds. It was a land secluded from all other kingdoms; an empire that occupied the infertile continent of cold. Sitting at a desk in a cold, lonely office lined with bookshelves and a carpet from a pale-furred bear, a stern-faced man inscribed on a paper, wielding his quill with elegance. He looked outside of the window momentarily, watching the perpetual snowfall that shared…
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Peeking through the curtains, gentle, orange rays of sunlight befell his eyelids, causing him to blink slowly as he was naturally guided from his rest. He sat up, realizing he was tightly holding onto his pillow before letting out a morning yawn. I actually got some decent sleep for once…He thought. As he looked around, rubbing one of his eyes groggily, he found that he was alone in the room. Though by the sunny day that persisted beyond the windows of the inn, he realized it was likely closer to noon…
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There was a specific inn that Roan had picked out, inhabiting the section of the city that seemed to be primarily occupied by passing and staying adventures alike with equipment shops and guilds being a frequent sight. As they arrived at the establishment, there was a wooden porch leading up to the entrance, which Roan led the way, prompting the two to follow behind him. “This is it?” Emilio asked, looking up at the building. “It seems a little…” Melisande began to say, looking down at the…
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