Jennifer Williams
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12
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"I WON'T SURRENDER!" Raven's loud voice sounded in the pitch-black cavern; feeling a tightness in his chest, gasping for air as his body suddenly moved, his left arm reaching for the skies as if to pluck the stars themselves and smash them to the ground. "Haa...Haa..." He began to breathe with slow, baited breaths, still feeling the unbearable pain in his body, like magma filled his veins, travelled through his entire body and charred his arteries. His state was awful; he could barely lift or move…
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Raven stepped cautiously into the dimly lit dungeon room, the torches casting flickering shadows across the rough stone walls. The air was thick with a musty scent, and a chill ran down his spine as he gazed around the eerie chamber. He took a deep breath, the air strangely dense and heavy on his lungs, feeling the tense atmosphere building as he moved forward; although his strength likely had the advantage against these creatures, he was big and bulky while they looked swift and sneaky. The room was…
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He felt his body almost crushed under the pressure of the strange portal; flashes of blue and silvery white blinded his eyes, almost vomiting from nausea from being disorientated. 'What's going on... I can't stop spinning!' The view from his eyes was distorted. Raven wanted to regain his stability, trying to smash his axe down, the sharp spear at the end slamming into the ground with a loud thud as his body suddenly shot forward. "Fuck!?" Bang! His body slammed into a complex, grey rocky wall that…
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The bus's loud engine began to vibrate as it came to a full stop. Raven's body stepped from the lowered ramp, his first steps below the fabled monolith, a frigid wind blowing past, blocking the sound of the old man's final words. "Oi, take this! You'll need it. The dungeon doesn't give weapons for nothing, fool." ·ƈθm "Good luck," The old man looked down, his sharp eyes seeing the adventurer's identification with the name printed, a wry smile that became one of joy filling his face. 'So you will…
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The neon city was alive with pulsing energy emanating from every glowing sign and buzzing power line. Raven walked down the slick sidewalk; his head bowed against the deluge of rain that hammered down upon him. Clack! He pulled out his dragon stick, the crimson tip ready to be lit at any moment; with skilled movements, he managed to light it easily with his finger, the former minty taste now replaced by a powerful cherry ice flavour, a favourite of Raven. 'Why couldn't I control myself? Her eyes were…
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Creak! Tap! Tap! ·ƈθm Gentle footsteps left the bathroom, the slight damp sound causing Alistair to turn around, only to see something that couldn't happen; before his eyes were Philis, her long pale hair, voluptuous body and alluring lips, while a towel was wrapped across her head, dropping over her eyes. 'Philis??' She couldn't be here, Alistair knew this in his mind.... he knew it but... It was 'her' scent It was 'her' robe It was 'her' hair Almost enchanted and bewitched by the mixture of…
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Click! Alistair flicked on the lights of his dark apartment; the two-bedroom complex was rather large and cheap due to it overlooking the slums; his large body took several steps forward before dropping onto the leather sofa, a loud sigh coming from his lips. "Ahh...! Today was so annoying..." The sound of canvas bags being dragged and banged sounded as the dirty slum girl entered after him, her face red as if she had been running at full sprint for a while. "Hah..... hah.... oi..... I asked you to…
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Meanwhile, in Dalvish Shopping Centre... In a dirty passageway between several small, fast food restaurants, a place out of reach of the magical surveillance cameras, a large man was forcing a tall but slim female into the corner, her back close to the walls filled with profane graffiti as rubbish and waste littered the floors, the occasional rat rushing by. "Get away, you damn filthy bitch... You come here every fucking day to take scraps! Late for your fucking job, what do you take this place…
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AN: From here on, unless speaking to people unrelated to the guild or his past, Alistair will use the pseudonym "Raven" whenever taking part in adventures or his 'new' life to keep people at a distance. -------------------- 'Oh? Who would have thought, despite his touch and fierce exterior, he was such a nice boy deep inside?' Emily thought as she began to move her attention to the main screen. Tap! Tap! Tap! Her fingers began to move across the smooth keys, brilliant green vines wrapping around her…
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*Ping Pong!* The melodic sound of the magitek bell sounded as Alistair's muscular frame passed through the door with heavy and uncertain steps; he was met by the wondrous scent of lavender and citrus before his eyes looked around the room curiously. 'It's not like I imagined...' He thought, wondering where all the burly, sweaty men were hiding. Alistair stepped further into the lobby, a warm sensation from the magical device that managed the room's temperature; taking a deep breath, he analysed how…
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