Daniel Garcia
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"Raaagh!" "Rrragh!" Both of the orcs attempted to smash the bearded adventurer with their clubs, though only managing to smash the rocky flooring and walls as Julius swiftly evaded their predictable attacks. The Mountain God Style allowed for strikes that surpassed simple, superficial blows, allowing for Julius to stomp down as he cleaved a perfect, downward strike, splitting the orc in half from the top of its head. "Ravine Separation." "Hyraaaah!" –The other orc was slammed against the wall by…
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It was the season of autumn once again; the leaves hanging to the limbs of trees turned to a colorful array between yellow and red, descending upon the grass like tranquil rainfall. Waiting outside of the Dragonheart residence was Julius, who had allowed his beard to grow out, becoming bushy. The man was equipped in his standard adventuring gear, looking back through the open doorway of the house. "Ready, Emilio?" Julius asked. Everett was waiting outside as well, having grown some and chiseled the few…
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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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