Mary Garcia
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Exile listened to Skovi's point of view regarding everything that had been going on during his recent absence. Skovi and his pack had taken care of scouts sent in from neighbouring regions, but the situation was getting worse. The war map that Exile had looked at did not reflect the troop movements near the borders of Yugrund that Skovi told him about. 'There's bound to be a lot of oversights like this. Everyone's looking at the big picture and getting the other Pantheons' followers into these regions. So…-
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Exile sighed as he signed back into the game. Noslin looked bored as she stared at him while tapping the map. 'What's up with her?' Exile raised an eyebrow as he met her gaze. "Did you enjoy your three weeks off?" Noslin sounded as if she wanted to complain about it. "Pfft, it's only three days in the real world. You know that. Now, fill me in on what I've missed so you can get out of here." Exile chuckled as he glanced at the little stone markers sitting on top of the map. Noslin let out a sigh as she…
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Allevia gasped for air as she dragged herself through the currents to reach the rocky land that ran next to the underground river. Water gushed out of her mouth as she choked up the contents of her stomach and lungs. She rolled over onto her back and took deep breaths of air as she considered what she should do next. 'I'm still behind enemy lines and this cave is probably part of some underground structure the Eldens built to defend this mountain...' Her situation was not looking good at all as she…
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Allevia cursed as she constantly positioned herself behind others as they charged up the mountain. Divine Spells flew everywhere and many of those around her were killed pretty quickly. 'Damn Jor! This isn't a fight we should be involved in!' She was angry when she realised that they were not really good for anything other than cannon fodder to make the enemies waste their DP in killing them. Her eyes narrowed as she saw another barrage of spells flying her way. She quickly dove behind a boulder large…
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Colt ended up signing back into the game for only a short while to find out what had been going on. After relaying what he had discovered so far, he set up a rotation with the other leaders for who would be online and when, so they could all get some rest. It was decided that each of them would have three days off a week to deal with real-life issues. Since he had already taken a day off, it was decided he would be in the first batch, giving him another two days to play around with. When he signed off…
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Colt barely listened to the conversation after that point. The ex-player went on to describe how the AI was really incredibly lifelike and that you could easily forget that they were not real. This sparked a bit of a debate as to whether they could really be called game objects any longer if they really reacted and lived like real people. Naturally, some people became concerned about the ethics and morality of playing such a game after that. This just led to more confusion as people tried to define…
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"Refugees?" Bjorn frowned as he glanced at Ania. "Why have we to prepare for refugees? We're in the middle of a war here!" Ania shook her head as she looked at him. "That's what Exile said. He said that all of Ragnarok's followers would be headed this way. As well as allies that can help us. But we have to help secure their path. He seemed confident that if they join us, then taking Stormcrown will become a lot easier." Harik frowned as he sat between the two and listened to the conversation. He was more…
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Exile cursed as he glanced around at the other leaders in The Raider's Horn. Everyone wore solemn expressions, having already heard how things were going from those who retreated earlier. 'They came too fast! I thought it would take time before we saw anything from that war!' Exile was livid that Parthus had chosen to attack when he did. They were already trying to keep a low profile while dealing with the Civil War, but now Sommerdan invaders were threatening their shores as well. 'Parthus... who the…
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The atmosphere grew tense as Exile glared at the players jumping off their ships at the same time. However, Parthus remained on his with several other players. 'I see. There are at least two Pantheons here.' A quick headcount revealed this fact. Especially considering they had already dispatched three players plus the ones still swimming to shore that survived their ships being wrecked. 'The only victory we can claim is weakening them and allowing the villagers to escape. We're not here to stop this…
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"Damn! What was that!" Exile groaned as he scrambled to his feet and looked around in a daze. The blast from Parthus' spell had disorientated the members of Ragnarok. As they tried to regain their footing, cursing escaped from them as they tried to make sense of what had hit them. Exile's eyes turned towards the ships as they narrowed. 'That spell... It was more than just wind.' As he thought about it, he wondered if Parthus was a wind god. But it was too soon to reach that conclusion just…
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