Sophia Garcia
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The other Non-Cultists had quickly left, setting out from the tower towards their own destinations where their own quest markers were taking them. No one wanted to talk to Riven’s group with the one exception of the asian woman who’d helped him up the pyramid in the very first day of integration, no doubt due to the terrible reputation he had on the forums and the power he had to back it up. Riven, to them, was an absolute monster. He was a genocidal maniac. He was a mass murderer in every sense of the…
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Porcelain masks, red flowing robes, and a swirling vortex of crimson that reached the sky. Seven monsters of ancient power. The seven elders of the Bloom Moon Requiem sat while floating meditative poses in a circular formation, facing inwards toward a globe of blood that was drawing from each of the thrall bodies their spirits possessed here on Panu. Each of these thrall bodies were slowly withering away, and the original souls to inhabit each of them were now long gone. Elder Thune and High Queen…
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Queen Bez looked upon the ratkin woman she’d once called friend with only a mild amount of guilt, but that did not stop her from what needed to be done. Even despite Rasthalia’s begging sobs, and fully knowing she was using Rashtalia as a scapegoat and focal point for her people’s rage, to maintain order over the angry masses. She stretched out a blood covered hand from the crimson pool, cutting the ropes binding Rashtalia with a slim clawed finger. The brood mother flinched but waited, hopeful, for…
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Sweat dripped down her skin. The molten cavern radiated hot energies even twenty minutes after the ratkin’s ambush, and it’d taken that entire time to find Azmoth even despite the connection they shared as co-minions under Riven’s control. If not for that connection, she’d never had found him in the vast desolation of what had once been the city of Deepnest. Genua’s head remained bowed, hands steepled in front of her and only occasionally shifting at intervals for necessary hand gestures while…
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Riven sat in a chair overlooking the city, while a bloodied Colonel Landers lay curled in the fetal position not far off. The mental toll of having watched a fake illusionary replica of his wife undergo brutal torture for over twenty minutes had done him a real number, though he’d somewhat recovered after realizing it was faked just to get him to call off his men. “The last remnants of rebellions in Chicago are nearly put down, it will be completed within the hour.” General Bruner stated plainly,…
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Gaia stood atop hills of vampire corpses, remnants of the Rippenvire forces that’d come from their imprisonment in the stockyards. The transformed demigoddess was already incredibly displeased at the change she’d undergone, and she’d been even more angry that they’d targeted harmless civilians on the outskirts of Brightsville when finally encountering resistance. Bodies could be repaired and evolved, shaped into what she’d want after time had passed, but the loss of life from people she had…
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Colonel Landers slapped aside a rock that one of the civilians threw his way as the boos and roars of disapproval echoed in his ears. The press conference was not going well, and his strike against the Thanes by taking down General Bruner and the mayor of Chicago were being seen by a lot of the population as a power grab by a tyrant - even despite the world-ending potential the two Thanes had. Two of the news stations were even openly painting him as a villain without even attempting to hide their disgust…
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Gaia looked out over the land from a mountain’s peak. What had once been a world full of beauty and balance, with green pastures and lush forests full of life, had turned into a blighted black and gray version of itself with death and undeath in abundance. Only silver grasses and occasional trees of neon teal leaves, black bark, and occasional deep red shrubbery or vines stood out amidst the dreary sea around her. The blue skies overhead had darkened, and though she was able to comfort herself to a…
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Drums. Drums echoed in the dark. A blast of strange, azure-blue colored mana with an unfamiliar origin in the Unholy Foundation tore through the halls. Her eyes went wide mid-sprint and she was sent blasting across the stone laden with ancient texts, crashing into a pillar and spinning rapidly in the air until she cratered into the opposite end. Coughing up blood and snapping one arm back into place, her body smoldered with wisps of that same azure blue - and she had to send a pulse of death through her…
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Had the tunnel led out of Bernzee, likely saving Allie’s life? Sure. But it certainly hadn’t led to safety. They were traveling deeper into the underdark, and into a tunnel complex of twists and turns that were undocumented concerning the original map she’d been provided to get to the vampiric city - or the map she’d found in the partially destroyed Bloodmare estate. What was even worse, was that Fimrindle suspected this tunnel actually led directly to the labyrinth these vampires had spoken of.…
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