Sophia Garcia
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The bloodsilk nest Athela had created had been converted into a multitude of hammocks in anticipation of Jarla’s group to meet them before nightfall, with the previous idea of throwing a victory party being soured after having found numerous local groups to be slaughtered through the dungeon on the way down. Ones that’d been caught by the invaders on their trek through the dungeon. Still, everyone else insisted that they should drink it off later that night - and who was Riven to tell them…
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Genua came into consciousness with an absolutely enthralling sense of power coursing through her soul. The abrupt sensation caused her to gasp, and she felt the divinity channels rushing through her body explode with crimson radiance. Her vision went red as her eyes blazed with light, her skin flared with profane crimson sigils that buried themselves into her to remain as red tattoos across her otherwise tanned skin, and the shudder escaping her lips was one of ecstasy. Because she had already chosen…
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The room beyond the trapped door was something to be seen. Dim light reflected off thousands upon thousands of coins and jewels from a glow-stone embedded in the ceiling. A pile of weapons and armor with lesser enchantments were also stuff into a corner on the right hand side of the square room, while trinkets, baubles and low-grade artifacts were piled in the very front. It was the smaller pile to his left that caught his attention most, as it was the pile that was supposed to be things he’d be…
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Mythic-tier item box sitting on another dungeon boss corpse for his sister to use? Check. Room full of gold, jewels, and various F-grade artifacts? Check. Powerleveling his friends and demons? Very much a check. Having a bunch of level 15–50 dungeon divers in his group after wiping the floor with a whole gaggle of level 100+ paladins and their less powerful vampiric allies had meant enormous gains for everyone involved, including Fay and Azmoth who’d each gained quite a bit of experience…
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The first to move was one of the bloodstricken sorcerers, who shrieked an unholy cry before their blood lances snapped forward with blinding speed. The monks countered with golden fires or barriers of their own, and the magics clashed across the gap between ledges in explosive fury. Gluttony cackled and the great maw’s tendrils collided with the sunchosen in turn, smashing them backwards and dimming the barriers they created to a drastic extent before the maw diverted its attention to easier targets -…
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Chaos erupted. A dozen intricate ritual circles overlapped one another in the air over Riven’s position, written in the flames of the sun. Celestial power tore down from above and crashed into his position, only for Azmoth’s defensive dome of hellfire to nullify the attacks with a thunderous boom that scattered the flames across the already molten room. Battlecries roared out and heavily armored soldiers leaped from above with vampiric hounds and thralls, while vampires on the ledge up above and in…
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Captain Vros Kinal knelt on the outskirts of the forest clearing in full plate mail armor - the etched carving of a black sun embroidered on his breastplate. His pauldrons looked like they were aflame and caught in a moment of time from the way the metal was carved, and a long red cape flowed out behind him in the wind. Unsheathing his silver-infused longsword forged specifically for killing vampires, picking up his kite shield, and lowering the visor of his plumed helmet, he raised a hand to give the…
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All heads turned in Luke’s direction, with Jared in particular being quite captivated. “So I went around asking people who I knew that’d done it, and I even made a forum post about this exact topic inside our empire’s forums to let other people know what my findings were. If you go look for yourself, should you ever visit the necropolis, I’m sure you’d see my post has been a very big hit.” Luke continued with a wave of his hand. “Some of the people I talked to gathering information were…
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Flashing magics tore through the air on either of her sides as black hooded figures and screeching waves of undead intercepted enemies of the necropolis with overwhelming force. Allie’s foot blurred - smashing down into the neck of a dying ratkin rogue, snapping the creature’s neck while sneered in contempt. With a lightning fast backhand she tore half the face off of another ratkin warrior who’d dared try to take her head on. The creature was sent spinning, dead before it even hit the cavern…
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“This feels very much like a vacation.” The comment gained him some curiously amused looks from Jarla and her non-combatant fellows from the other group, but none of them said a word. How could they, when everything had gone so smoothly so far? Battle after battle, time after time, not a single one of the forward group had been seriously wounded - with Athela and the strange cultist-looking people having intervened twice to save someone from any real harm. Riven munched on one of Tanya’s standard…
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