John Miller
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“...” “Is something wrong?” “Well, I don’t know… have I been acting strange lately?” “You mean stranger than usual?” Roland glanced at Elodia, his lip turning downwards, as she started to chuckle. The two of them were finally able to relax after the recent events that had unfolded. The city was on the brink of a major transformation following the exposure of one of the crime bosses. Soon, Roland would have to fulfill his knightly duties by serving as a guard during the…-
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‘Who is this person, was he trying to get me to attack?’ The beautiful woman pondered, her gaze fixed on the mana contract materializing in the air. The individual standing before her was supposed to be the city's Knight Commander, who had come to discuss important matters. Hidden beneath her disguise as one of the brothel owners in this growing city, she was actually the Master of the Thieves Guild. She was caught up in these negotiations by unfortunate circumstances. There were other Madams…
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“Is there a problem, Sir Wayland? Did my Isis pique your interest? She is usually off the table but perhaps for such a man of stature, we could work something out~” Madam Natasha couldn't help but chuckle as she observed Roland. His helmet was concealing his face and tipped in the direction of Isis who was actually using a completely different name. The truth was unveiled when he explored her hidden status, exposing her true identity. As Roland continued to observe the…
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The sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the bustling city streets. People hurried along, their footsteps echoing against the newly assembled cobblestone street. While they went about their daily lives amongst the crowd, a figure emerged, drawing the attention of those nearby. What drew in their gazes was the gleaming crimson armor that reflected the rays of the red sun. Its polished surface reflected the colors of the surroundings, creating an even more mesmerizing spectacle. The only…
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“Who are you, people? Are you from the guild? Do you know who the fuck I am? Do you?” “...” “Answer me!” A man with a large horizontal scar on his face was shouting in a darkened corridor. The person he was having a one-sided conversation with looked at him as if he was some type of insect. The crime boss named Ivor found himself in a state of utter disbelief and confusion about this whole situation. Just a moment ago he was sipping on expensive wine and now he was eating nothing…
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‘I should be able to take out a few petty criminals, without anyone getting hurt…’ Roland tried to pump himself up while slowly walking with around fifty armored men behind him. This would be his first actual time leading a larger group of people that wasn’t composed of wood. They weren’t going to war but anything could happen. Even though they were against untrained forces he needed to account for their levels. Normally this would be a job he’d push into Gareth’s or Morien’s lap but…
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“All right, next please.” “Is this really necessary?” “If you don’t go through the search you can’t enter the establishment, those are the rules.” “Fine.” A disgruntled man stood in place while another larger man moved a strange medallion towards him. The medallion inquisition was covered in strange symbols that the person standing there didn’t recognize. After a moment of waiting these symbols began shining in a sort of pulsating pattern. It was very slow and also…
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‘And Umbral Stalker? Never heard of a class like that one…’ Roland looked through Mary’s status screen and tried to figure out what her new class was all about. Considering that even he who had gone through an extensive evolution to his senses could barely see her, the class had stealth as its main option. She didn’t seem tired while moving around so it made sense that it was some type of passive which probably came with her new class acquisition. ‘I wonder if her presence disappears if…
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“...” “...” Two men were staring at each other while not exchanging any words. One of them was Wayland who was wearing his dark-crimson armor. Thanks to its bulky appearance he looked more comparable to the much taller and wider Guild Master. The giant of a man was part of the Goliath race and was still dwarfing Roland whose height had increased to two meters inside of this new armor. Two unforeseen forces surrounded the two men which soon clashed against each other. These two torrents of…
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“... and then I just smacked them straight in the jaw! You should have seen the stupid look on that moron’s face!” “Stop lying, I saw him the next day and he looked fine. I bet you just passed out in a ditch somewhere and dreamt it all.” “Buahaha, that sounds like him.” “Hey! Are you calling me a liar?” “What if I am? What are you going to do about it?” “Why you little, I made bigger shits than you.” Two men were glaring at each other, the loud one was on the…
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