Mary Garcia
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The villagers glanced over their shoulders in fear at the dark clouds now gathered above their abandoned homes as the invading ships closed in. Bright flashes appeared amongst the clouds as the villager's eyes went on the small hut used as their temple. They could feel that something was there as Beans stepped out of it. Followed by Clay, Burri, Leggy, Old Un, Desa and others from the Ragnarok Pantheon. The only ones missing were Winter and Midas. The group walked towards the shoreline with grim…-
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"Get up!" Jor growled as he kicked the figure lazing around by the river. "You're still new, right? What are you doing here? Get in line with the other Tier 0's!" The figure stirred as she lazily rolled over to look up at Jor before her eyes went wide. She immediately recognised him, even though they had never interacted before. Jor was massive, standing at six foot eight inches tall. The Dwarven tower shield slung across his back gleamed in the sunlight as her eyes fell on the sword at his waist. Its…
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Beans let out a happy sigh from her position in the small fishing boat. Her eyes wandered to the small village where she had started her journey in the game. She had been so confused then about what to do. But now this small village was thriving with the amount of fish they caught. 'We still need more. I have to send off a ton of carts towards the front lines. She hummed absent mindedly as the fishermen in the boat cheered at another large haul. Of course, she was responsible for it with her miracles. It…
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Harik had a deep frown on his face as he stared at the town that was Jarl Jorsson's seat of power. The hill they were currently camped on had a great view of the town and its walls. It was so clear that they could see the decayed heads mounted on spikes. 'I don't like it... It's just too quiet...' Harik glared at the sky above it where smoke from the daily fires should be. But there was nothing there. "Don't you think it was too easy?" Ania hummed from beside him with her spear firmly in her grasp. …
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Exile sighed as reports came in about the situation in the mortal realms. The Raider's Horn was currently being used as the headquarters for the alliance. Mainly for the fact that it was more comfortable than standing around in a store. Paper and writing materials had been procured from Jarxos and there were currently several large piles of them sprawled across the table in front of him between several horns of ale. 'The situation is quite different from what I imagined...' Exile hummed as he scanned the…
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Jarl Jorsson, a famed warrior across Skardia and even something of a thinking man, sat with a scowl across his face. He had been sending out batches of troops in all directions to reinforce his neighbours at the king's orders after the rebellion broke out. However, he had no word back from the territory of Yugrund. He was feeling uneasy with that development. Even when the other ones were sent, if they ran into rebel forces, they always sent back news. Mainly because the way the troops were sent out at…
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Bjorn's eyes flickered open to discover that he was inside of a cave. The mouth of which was nearby, allowing him to see the snow and trees of the forest outside. But that did not reassure him. For he also saw furry masses curled up against his body. The heat they gave off staved off the cold of the winds from outside, but Bjorn could not help but gulp. He came to the conclusion that he was to be their next meal. It was likely they were keeping him alive so that his meat would be fresh when it was time to…
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Bjorn let out a groan as he quickly grabbed the spear shaft before it could go too far into his chest. His feet slipped backwards in the snow as bodies fell to the ground around him. With a heavy grunt, he tugged at the weapon to remove it before lunging forward with his axe! The enemy raised his hands to cover his face as he yelled, but Bjorn sliced straight through his wrist and buried the blade in his skull. 'Damn!' Bjorn groaned as he sunk to his knees and attempted to hold his wound closed with his…
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Exile chose to bless the wolf. He had the feeling that cursing it would potentially affect his alignment. Making him appear evil to his followers. 'It should be similar to those old stories, where the gods would curse someone and they would turn into a monster...' Exile waited patiently as he felt his Divine Power flow into the wolf. The wolf howled softly as its body began to undergo some changes. The wolf grew in height until its head reached Exile's chest. Its fur turned snow white as its eyes turned a…
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Ania sat on a fallen tree at the edge of the camp as she shielded herself from the rain with her cloak. The rain mixed with the biting winds made for a deadly mixture, but the Skardians were made of sturdy stuff. Ania sighed as she glanced towards the fires and the warriors they had gathered. Everything had happened, as Bjorn feared. Many of the Pantheon's followers switched focus away from Exile, however, the change that had occurred to him attracted more warriors to believe in him. In the end, the…
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