Mary Garcia
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The dwarves halted the advance of the Sommerdan force as their superior weapons slashed through the enemy. As the bodies began to pile before them, the dwarves and skardians began their advance, pushing the enemy back. They trampled the dead unceremoniously into the bloodied snow as pained cries for help rang out beneath their boots. Shields shattered and weapons snapped as the fighting grew more intense. Harik heaved great lungfuls of air as his gaze whipped to the sides of his formation. 'They're…-
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Harik took a deep breath as he watched his warriors take up their positions. They looked scattered and low in numbers compared to the Sommerdan army, which was making its way onto the open fields at the foot of the mountains. It was now clear to Harik just how outnumbered they were. 'We should start seeing the arrival of other armies soon... If everything has gone to Exile's plans.' Harik frowned deeply as he glanced at the stern expressions of his warriors. Everyone knew the start of the battle would…
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Skovi growled as the man paused a few feet from him. He stared at the wolf with a curious gaze for a few moments. His head tilted to the side as he stroked his curved blade. "You're not running?" The man hummed as his gaze seemed to sharpen. "You're an unusual one, aren't you?" Skovi growled more deeply, but remained calm enough not to reveal that he could speak. His eyes focused on the man's every movement. However, his opponent did not miss that. "You aren't revealing any openings. You're a clever…
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"The scent of campfires carries on the wind." Skovi growled as he eyed the mountain range. Ania's eyebrows shot up in curiosity. 'We must be getting close to where they'll exit the mountains. If they haven't already.' She turned her eyes to those tall peaks as she tried to catch sight of any columns of smoke. However, with all the snow falling over them, it was difficult to make out anything. "Skovi, do you mind scouting for any hidden paths that an army could use? We have to find out the exact location…
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Colt shifted slightly in his seat as he eyed the woman from Rebel Energy that had shown him to the conference room. She appeared excited by his presence, especially when she confirmed who he was. It was finally time to meet with Jay Deacon before he became too wrapped up in the war. The woman was pleasant enough, as she made sure he had whatever he wanted to drink and made sure he felt calm. Colt was not particularly put off by the experience, as he had been through it before. He mostly wanted to know how…
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"Finally!" Exile exclaimed loudly, startling the surrounding players. He quickly waved to show that they should get back to work as he focused on the image in his mind. 'The dwarves have completed the Temple!' As he was about to confirm that he wanted to descend there, he realised a problem. 'With Thovok in the mountains, will I even be able to communicate with them?' He frowned slightly as he wondered about that technicality. 'Mind you, Thovok was able to detect me. So maybe they have something that will…
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"Hm, I figured this would happen." Exile laughed as Clay reported on what had happened. "Don't worry about it. The Ruling Faction will join the attack, but Aeri will attempt to betray us. However, she won't find many allies willing to do the same." "Why? It makes sense for them to attack us, doesn't it?" Clay revealed a puzzled expression for a moment, but Exile just shook his head slowly. "Yes and no. They will be tired after the fight with Sommerdan, and we gained favour with some of the leaders when…
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"Now, to make preparations..." Exile whispered to himself as other players returned from relaying their orders to the NPCs. He pulled a stack of blank parchment towards himself and began writing orders for specific people. The first was for Winter. She was to lay waste to the Royal factions' Jarls mentality who would remain behind. She was to invade their dreams and sow discontent for their gods and kings in their minds. This would attack their will to fight against the dwarves when they arrived. The…
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Exile chuckled as he sat in The Raider's Horn, stroking his beard. 'I think I see why Mike prefers strategy games now. There is so much that can change at a moment's notice. Nothing remains constant.' His eyes narrowed as he studied the map. 'I'll have to thank him for his advice this time and the books he ordered for me. Though, it will take some time to properly understand them.' 'Parthus' one weakness is that he should be used to commanding NPC's without personalities. He'll be focused on the numbers…
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Shock filled Ania's mind as Exile's aura spread through the surrounding forest, as a lightning bolt struck the earth nearby. They were already returning to Eraldsfen, and they had won the battle. So why would Exile be coming to them now? Those who sensed his presence paused, as their eyes focused on the direction of where the lightning bolt had landed. Ania felt breathless when she spotted Exile. Who was now wearing the dwarven made armour and Bjorn's gift. The mix scalemail and full plate armour that he…
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