Sophia Garcia
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All of them, they were all going. Tanya, with her son Tim and daughter Julie. Hakim. Genua, Len, and Luke. Riven, Athela, Azmoth and Fay. The 23 skinwalkers in Athela’s new fan club, including Ak’ra and Selzi - better known to the people of Jerbyville as Sara and John. They were marching through the forest, many of them laughing jovially in the early morning light amidst the chirping of birds and crunching of leaves and pine needles. Athela wore an assassin’s outfit with her black, ruby-studded…
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The details on the vampiric elder god quest had been left with Allie to deal with since Riven would be leaving in a couple months for Chalgathi’s next trial. Allie had essentially dropped out of the Apocalypse Beast questline entirely after giving him her own piece, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t deal with the underdark while he was gone. He had faith in her to do so, and it’d been decided by both of them that while Riven was gone for the next year - she would do what she could. As long as it…
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Mara’s hooded figure walked under a dreary sky alongside two necromancers, Nin and Vin, and two vampires, Gurth’Rok and Dr. Brass. Together the five of them ran most things on his side of the world, with the exception of General Bruner from Chicago who was not present today. Crowds parted before their heavily armed escort, and they made their way through the active streets of Brightsville while heading in the direction of Riven’s guild hall manor - which was technically home to the three undead…
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“Prince Riven Wraithtide, Princess Allie Wraithtide, and Princess Kathrine Vonsilla Crushada the 9th, we have brought the requested prisoner.” Jeltuna the Sarak was lead bound and chained into a large and elegant hall, filled with some of the most prominent faces on the planet. Despite having led insurrections in protest of his people’s treatment, enslavement, butchering and worse - he couldn’t help but go slightly pale at the sight of the vampiric nobles who were glaring at one another before…
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“May I present Prince Riven Wraithtide, presiding master of this house - along with his sister, Princess Allie Wraithtide, his fiance, Kathrine Vonsilla Crushada the 9th, and his attendant demon - the succubus Fay.” The doors to the great hall swung open, revealing an elongated room with an overhead crystal chandelier. Works of art such as paintings and sculptures of vampires performing great feats lined the walls where servants and soldiers stood at attention. Twelve very attractive men and women…
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Skinwalkers. They were… fawning? Over Athela? If that was even the right word. Prostrating or attending to her with different odds, ends, gifts and food they had on hand, Riven watched the strange pale creatures deliver her trays of refreshments while she sunbathed in their newly built temporary lair next to Tanya’s family cabin. Hakim’s cabin? Who knew. They all shared it so who cared. “Athela…” Riven said with a dumbfounded look on his face, equivalent to those the others had on their…
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Riven stared down at the bag of Elysium coins glinting in the sunlight with a frown, ignoring the challenging tone of the rough-looking man in front of him. “Genua?” The elf immediately straightened on her seat. “Yes, Riv?” He snorted in amusement at the reduced name they were using for him in public. It wasn’t like his features were all that different and in time people would likely put two and two together, but still. “Would you like to go?” His head turned and he clasped his hands with…
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Sara and John, which were the two names they’d adopted over the past couple months, were absolutely terrified. Their real names were Ak’ra and Selzi, Ak’ra being John and Selzi being Sara respectively. They’d escaped the Hells with their clan and moved to this desolate wilderness, away from the rest of the world to avoid abominations like the very creature rushing towards them at breakneck speeds. “Selzi!” Ak’ra, or John, yelled back over his shoulder - pausing only for a brief half-second…
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The undead legionnaires were something else. Riven had watched alongside many of the others under the stars as he commanded them to battle one another, and although it’d only lasted for 5 minutes - the battle was a sight to behold. They were classed as elites, each poised at his own level which was far above the norm on this planet, and the fields erupted in a brutal free for all as they clashed. Storms of blood energies and shockwaves of clashing weapons eradicated much of the plantlife for a solid…
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Crimson threads tore out from the treasure and into Riven’s soul, but he didn’t scream - nor did he feel pain. The threads were soothing, caressing his damaged core and the obliterated Blood Subpillar that’d been reduced to fragments. He watched as they intertwined with each of them, collecting them up and pulling the shards together - only to frown in confusion when other, pitch black threads flew forward from his fragmented shadow pillar and intertwined. He felt his Path of Black and Red radiate…
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