Mary Garcia
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Exile sighed as he glanced around at the gathered leaders. With their failure in the ruins and Noslin and his sacrifice, everyone felt a little closer. They had shared that experience, fought side by side, and these two had sacrificed themselves to save as many as possible. The alliance happily voted to turn over a share of stored orbs to help these two recover. Exile let out a soft smile as he grabbed one of the orbs that had been offered to him. 'At least they have the decency to compensate us. Exile…-
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Exile groaned as the boss' claws raked against his body and sent him flying. As his body crashed against a wall, he became livid with himself. 'Damn! I was careless!' Exile's mind wandered to check his remaining his HP and DP. '49/150 for health, but... only 4/53 for DP.' A grim expression crossed his face as he realised there were no more tricks he could use. 'My lowest cost spell takes 5 DP, I'm as good as out of this fight...' That was the moment that his Lesser Blessing wore off. Exile sighed as…
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Clay and the others glanced at him with confused expressions on their faces. However, that was when they heard it. A screech like no other sounded in the area. Warning them of the arrival of something far greater than what they had been facing for all of this time. Clay and the others gasped at the sight of it as the horde started to retreat. They scurried away with shrill screeches of their own as the boss finally made its appearance. Exile wore a grim expression as he studied the creature. It was twelve…
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A stream of lightning fired from Exile's axe as he forced his way forwards. 'Whatever that sound came from, we have to get out of here before it arrives!' Exile frowned as he slammed his shield into the wrist of a Deep Stalker that was aiming for him. Before the creature could retaliate, a shard of ice pierced its head. Exile glanced over his shoulder to nod at Noslin for her assistance as the creature died. "We have to move faster!" Exile shouted as he let off another Electrosphere. "Something big is…
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"Target the right flank! Relieve the pressure on Noslin's team!" Exile roared with a grim expression. The moment they stepped out of the safe zone, they immediately heard screeching. Before long, they had backed up into a group of ruined buildings and were currently using them as a defensive position. Naturally, the Deep Stalkers had arrived soon after and tried to flood in, but Noslin's team held the entrances while Exile's team stopped them from flooding in on the upper levels. Whenever there was a…
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"Took you long enough..." Noslin frowned as she glanced towards Exile and his Pantheon. "Have the others already gone ahead?" Exile replied with a rather cheerful tone. "Yes, so far, what you said seems to be true. There is indeed a safe zone on the other side." Noslin let out a sigh as her gaze moved to Midas. Midas simply waved back with an amused smile on his face. Causing Noslin's expression to turn dark. Although the other leaders were unable to break their contracts due to the cost just now,…
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Exile sighed as he read the notifications with the sound of cheering and cries of anguish in the background. 'The first step has been completed... But there's still the other Jarls and the King to contend with.' Exile pulled up his stats and immediately sunk 5 points each into Endurance and Speed. 'I can't let my health stay so low.' Exile frowned as his HP raised to 150. This was more of a preparation for when the alliance raided the ruins they had found. He had to make sure that he survived until the…
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Harik stared at the muddy ground as his feet carried him forward. His hands were bound tightly and tied to the next prisoner behind him. Every warrior from Eraldsfen that had survived the raids was there. 'Why can't they just accept that the gods have returned! It's foolish to oppose them!' Harik's body trembled in rage as the freezing rain lashed at his skin. There was no way to escape as they trundled through Korden's gate to the sound of the citizens cheering. The Jarl's warriors around him cheered in…
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"It's an ill omen..." Bjorn frowned as he pulled the hood of his cloak to further cover his face from the howling rain. A storm had rolled in during their journey to Korden. The sky had turned dark even though it was midday. He slowly shook his head as he glanced at the dark clouds before checking to make sure everyone was in place. After the events of yesterday, he was certain that the Jarl would soon appear. 'He won't have been too far behind his men. He'll definitely come straight here.' Little did…
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"Don't let them touch Ania! For the glory of Exile!" Bjorn roared viciously as he sunk his axe into the neck of a warrior. A resounding cheer erupted from the crowd, who appeared bloodthirsty as they dove on the Jarl's men. Bjorn was beyond reason as he hacked away at the group of warriors who had travelled to Eraldsfen. 'I won't let them execute Harik or our warriors! Lord Exile has need of them!' Ania stood in the back, her knuckles turned white as she gripped a spear that Bjorn had made for her. A…
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