Jennifer Moore
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Skullius hid in a corner as he anticipated the arrival of the last two goblins who were coming for him after he had hacked away at their staff wielding buddy. Admittedly, it was hard to manoeuvre with a sword and two staves when you had one hand and Skullius knew he had to solve this issue soon. Somehow. As he heard the approaching footsteps from the goblins, he quickly checked the information of the new staff on his guidance field. He hoped it would be as useful as the one he already had. ~~~ A…
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Tremur Forest. A middle aged man was gasping for breath as he held a sword whose blade was like a mirror. It had cracks over its surface which was branded with numerous runes that flashed with a light glow as he pushed what remained of his mana within it. He had sunflower blonde hair and hazel eyes that reflected the images of his opponents. Blood oozed from all over his body, scrapes and deep wounds noticeable on his flesh through the mix of tattered robes and dented armour that he wore. His opponents…
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After the grand explosion that sparked the beginning of the attack of the Black Scorn Clan on the Bloated River clan, everything had spiralled out of control. From the burning flames, three figures jumped out, with one of them holding an additional figure who looked burnt; charred flesh releasing the crisp sound of roast while oozing wisps of smoke. Ukur was holding Shmeija who had been the only one of the four to not manage to protect himself from the explosion of flame. Then again, he was a Tier lower…
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“Why is this staff suddenly…?” Skullius said as he looked at the staff and the numerous notifications he was receiving from the guidance field. The light from the Null Life Essence that was coming from the staff surprised him. How was this staff doing this? On the other hand, Skullius couldn’t help but eye the numerous points of Null Life Essence that were calling to him. Absentmindedly, he spoke. “Yes. Extract it.” Instantly, from all the nearby goblins from which Skullius saw the…
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A few minutes before the explosion… The goblin with the brown skin that donned the hooded robe flashed a grin as it looked at Shmeija who had just ran in to warn Ukur about the undead situation. The words he was about to say were stuck to his throat as he was flabbergasted by the appearance of the leader of the goblins of the Black Scorn Clan! “Please don’t tell me you didn’t think you were going to evade our eventual meeting forever,” the goblin said with a scoff. “From the looks of it, you…
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~~~ A basic staff for wielding mana. -Damage- 23-45 -Durability- 34/40 -Special Effect- Release a burst of condensed mana towards a target. Mana Requirements: 50 Mana Points Cooldown: 30 seconds ~~~ “Oh..” Skullius marvelled at the staff in his hand, satisfied with the skill it had as well as the fact that it possessed a rarity, unlike everything he had found from the goblins so far. Apparently, even the steel sword didn’t qualify for the rarity ranking, which he had learned from…
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Skullius looked at the notifications and thought to take away the bow and arrows from Red Rage (no he didn’t). Red Rage was sniping the goblins down in their initial panicked phase. ‘Just what is that ?’ Skullius thought to himself. Both he and Red Rage were at Level 4 right now but he was sure that his bro would overtake him in this fight if he didn’t put it in more effort. When the explosion had happened, coming from the goblin settlement ahead, he had been just as rattled by it as the…
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Eight goblins briskly followed behind a slighter taller goblin that donned a crude armour with a tattered cape and a sheathed saber at its waist. They all wore aged leather armour with swords and spears as their weapons of choice, only a single one of them bearing a staff to show that it was of a spell casting class. A few of them held torches to cater for lighting in the dark place they were about to enter. Some of the goblins had painted faces and others had animal skulls acting as masks. The goblin…
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Shmeija grumbled as he walked on the mildly moist ground, heading to his hut. He passed dozens of goblins of different kinds; the ones that were in the first tier of their evolution like him and the many others that still had the same intelligence as that of a rock. As he walked, he recalled how it had been to be like one of them. To be at the very bottom. Living on instinct and facing dangers without knowing what to do, the only option available being to swing a wooden mace at all troubles. Tier 0. It…
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~~~ A weapon forged by the Race. Its intent is to satisfy itself with the blood of all creatures that possess ‘the third leg’. -Damage- 50-75 -Durability- 70/70 -Special Effect- -No Balls- Deals an additional 120% damage to all male opponents, but deals no damage, with a 50% chance to curse the user if they strike a female opponent. -Special Effect- ~~~ “….” Skullius was dumbfounded. Even though he was quite happy with the numbers that were shown by the guidance field, he…
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