Sophia Garcia
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8
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“What the hell?! What the hell was that?!” shouted Havard, horrified by the sudden deaths and splattered remains of his men. Some were crying out, still alive, having only been caught on the edges of the massive bite. It would’ve been a mercy for them to have died instantly to the bite. Unfortunately, Zarian couldn’t repeat the second part of the multi-spell folktale combo again. It all had to stream from beginning to end or he had to reset. The quagmire disappeared, returning the floor to…-
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While Zarian and Gilbert stalked forward from the shadows, bandits laughed and cajoled. They tossed around poor and defenseless beggars as if they were mere toys. For the bandits, the beggars were light and easy to handle, all low in level. As for the beggars, the bandits were rough and abusive monsters, leaving the beggars covered in bruises with each throw. The bandits would go as far as overthrowing the beggars or moving aside on purpose just to watch their victims fall on the wet, uneven ground…
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The rainfall was heavy. But the flooding was light. Unlike Miami, Central Bramblevale figured out how to funnel water off their stone streets using a proper storm drain system. Zarian could hear the roar of flowing water through the storm drain openings he and Gilbert passed as they made their way to their destination. He also heard shouts from rushing soldiers running about in search of the ‘villains’ who had invaded their city. They were having a hard time noticing Zarian and Gilbert because of the…
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Hours later, Zarian was in his room, sitting at his heavy study desk. The dread gator grimoire was open in front of him. It was late into the afternoon, getting close to dark. The room’s illumination was dimmed down to an acceptable level that was enjoyable for him. Because of his Dark Affinity, he didn’t need much light to see. He’d been here for a while, rereading the same folktale for the second part of one large multi-spell combo. He reread the folktale in its entirety after countless…
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Zarian hadn’t noticed until now that he had readjusted his walking speed and other physical movements while in the mansion. When he paid more attention to the mansion’s servants, he noticed how slow and uncoordinated they were. They weren’t oafs, but they lacked the grace of someone with plenty in Agility. They also seemed very ‘delicate’ to him. They were like very tiny and vulnerable babies teenagers. Maybe even worse than that. Like freshly born kittens. The girls’ lack in levels was…
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On an Early Autumn morning, Zarian woke up in luxury. He woke up in bliss. He woke up wanting to cry with joy. For the first time in a long time, Zarian woke up in an actual bed. It was a big and comfy bed, too! It was so soft and splendid, Zarian wanted to focus on enjoying his bed and put aside how his dream ended. He would analyze it later. He had a lot on his plate, like enjoying high quality clean sheets, fluffy pillows, a comforter, and a painted ceiling over his head. Eyes fluttering open,…
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Zarian looked up at their third challenge of the day. First there was Lord Archibald at the lookout fortress. Then there was another lord at the farming village fortress. Now, after reaching Central Bramblevale, the sunset shining orange and red behind the massive walls and tall stone towers, Zarian’s party and Roland’s soldiers were ready to call it a night. But Central Bramblevale was lit up brightly with huge magic torches along the ramparts and on the rooftops of thick towers. Thousands of men,…
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“Bramblevale, finally!” Zarian pumped his fists into the air, his Parasite Cloak flapping dramatically in cheer behind him. Together, he and Para scared the nearest soldiers. The outburst was uncharacteristic of him. For the last three days of the journey, he’d acted like a dark and mysterious wraith. He would move around the formation of soldiers from within and outside, at least when he was in their view. “Well, not yet, Lord Zarian,” said a soldier, who held his head down while addressing…
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Zarian found his party in the woods away from the soldiers. They had their own campfire going. Gilbert still looked despondent after not getting any coffee. Bianca, Naomi, and Hannah were sitting close, being surprisingly girly. Zarian even caught a flash of Naomi’s smile as they gossiped quickly in hushed voices. The ladies paused when they saw him step out of the darkness of the woods to join them. The campfire was set in a small stone ruin with no roof, only some lonesome arched doorways covered in…
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For the sake of Roland’s upright and law-abiding nature, Zarian hunted down a medium-sized beast and dragged its carcass around the camp the soldiers had set up for the night. He found his party, had Para prepare the meal, and waited for Bianca to cook it. Everyone from the party had a piece. Zarian ate the biggest chunks, sharing some with Para. By then, the cart with the bath was prepared for him. For a long while, Zarian had wondered what would happen if he turned off the Parasite Cloak. Would…
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