Daniel Garcia
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As he looked around, trying to gather as much information as he could before delving into the belly of the beast that was Larundog, the blatant display of death from those tasked to protect the city made it clear that whatever lurked within its walls was something extraordinarily lethal. “Ghh…” There was a disorder felt secondary to the state of his body; a new magical signature was felt, completely different from that just outside of the gates. It was dark, cold, and malignant. …What is this?…
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The gates had already been opened by Vandread, who quietly slipped through, closing the metal-reinforced entrance behind him. Alone, he was left with his thoughts, worried about what Vandread could’ve found within the bounds of Larundog. A nauseating wait ensued; he could only sit there against the tree, listening to the silence of the lifeless road while watching the front gates, hoping to see the abrasive man return from their threshold. He hugged his knees close to his chest as it began to cool…
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What made this the obvious choice was what was found on the road, hidden behind one of the desolated carriages on the road: a few men dressed in chainmail were lying on the paved road–dead. They were mangled and eviscerated by inhuman means; their innards strewn out. “This is…!” Emilio covered his mouth in shock and disgust. Vandread didn’t bat an eye, only kneeling down to check the lion sigil that was on the guards’ backs, “These are the city guard for Larundog. We can cross out the idea…
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It was a rare occurrence for him to reach the limits of his personal mana reservoir, but it did happen at times; it was finite, and especially when casting more potent spells, it happened faster. Still, the incredible amount of mana he had used against the chief had still not recovered itself the past couple days. He jumped back, moving near the stallion again as the swift goblins gave chase. If I keep tossing magic around, I might end up hurting myself…if I compromise myself in the middle of a fight,…
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With the leisurely pace in which the steed moved, and the relaxing scenery of the verdant, luscious mountains and the light mist of the rising noon that allowed the temperature to be brisk and slightly wet, the journey turned from tense to comfortable. “Julius thought he had all the game in the world. Though most girls did give him the time of day because of his status and looks, they realized pretty quickly that underneath all of that, he was nothing more than a perverted geezer in the body of a young…
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“–You’re not going anywhere!” Just before its entire body vanished into the solid wall, he managed to grab onto its tail, yanking it out without any mercy. The stench of a kobold was strong, even if it wasn’t directly in front of him; their odor was similar to that of a wet dog, only mixed in with rotten eggs and meat. As he pulled it from the wall of mud, the creature growled and chucked another few rocks his way, but he brushed it off and used his other hand to guide his blade through its…
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“Don’t do that–!” Vandread yelled. “Huh–” He was perplexed by what the man was warning him about, but he realized it the moment the light gave off from the flame; unintelligible growls and murmurs echoed from all around. It was out of the corner of his eye that he saw it; something like that was so otherworldly and unknown to him that it made him freeze as he failed to register what it was: a stone, like the endless amount in the ravine, sticking in the mud walls, shifted into the form of…
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It was high above the two that rode quietly on the stallion; the enigmatic overseer of balance watched as she walked on the sky itself as if the invisible air bore platforms beneath her heeled boots. Crescentia quietly hummed to herself as she spectated the slumbering Emilio from the sky, “He grows with each encounter. If this continues, he may become a force of destruction soon enough. If that’s the case, I will eliminate him without hesitation.” There was no falsehood embedded in those golden…
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After the festivities quieted down, it was time to finally continue the journey that had come to a standstill. “As I promised–this is the most reliable steed in the village,” Alekkai said. A Verma villager, responsible for tending to the horses within the land, brought the lead to Vandread’s hand, who looked at the ginger-furred stallion, petting its hair as he sized it up. “He’ll do nicely. Thanks,” Vandread said, hopping up on its back. Alekkai hoisted up a large sack that seemed filled…
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The following day was a day of celebration, but the nature of it caught Emilio off-guard quite a bit. It began at the peak of the morning, just before the afternoon; festivities began with feasts being prepared and contributed by members of the village. A massive bonfire sat in the center of the village, to which children played and danced and the village shaman danced and sang. The great trees that served as walls around the isolated village towered high, though were inhabited by the many occupants of…
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