Sophia Garcia
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8
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Gleetus broke and admitted to everything immediately after his left kneecap shattered. Everything from picking on Lahn regularly for fun, to sabotaging his efforts to make it to class on time, to eventually beating him nearly to death at the request of Linela - though he had admitted to going a bit beyond what Lahn’s siblings had originally asked. Shovi was absolutely horrified and sat speechless throughout the interrogation, giving her other two children rigid and infuriated glares, while Lahn just…
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Riven tapped his fingers against the wood, acknowledging the elvish king with a nod before gesturing for the man to sit. “Please relax, you look rather stiff.” The older man did as Riven asked, and the two men stared at each other in silence until King Glassleaf lowered his eyes to the table. “Let me ask you a question.” Riven stated, picking up a piece of cheese that Allie unceremoniously slid across the table with a loud squeak. Chewing on it and swallowing, Riven lifted a finger. “Tell me,…
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Tupper gulped, nervousness overcoming him while he traversed the halls of his clan’s compounds. He was already getting glares from numerous members of his family, but as long as he found Fay before his father found HIM then he’d be fine. Hopefully. Cringing at the memory of how that last encounter with his father had gone, he mentally brushed it aside with supreme will and headed towards his mother’s chambers. Fay wasn’t in her room, and he needed to make sure she wasn’t making a huge…
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Athela sat on the bed, a downcast expression on her face while she fiddled with the crown Riven had given her as a gift months ago. Fay remained standing, nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot while occasionally giving him sideways glances. Meanwhile, Azmoth took it upon himself to direct Riven to a stool near the bathroom someone had brought into the room during his long absence. It’d been a while since he’d come home, and the balcony windows were closed shut by Azmoth after a few seconds…
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Captain Vros Kinal, champion of this expedition to Panu, harbinger of The Empire of Dying Suns, was quite amused. “How long has it been now? A few days?” The other officers in plate armor cackled or snickered while drinking the rum of conquered locals as they sat atop a keep on a large hill - making the new scantily clad slaves dance for them as they talked about recent events. “You’d be correct!” One of Kinal’s subordinates called out. “How pathetic! This is hilarious! Rippenvire is done…
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The seeds of gluttony inside the flesh abomination called to him, but they might as well have been whispers on the wind - the last thing on Riven’s mind. Because standing there next to the large eviscerated corpse… was Athela. Staring back at him with a vulnerable, almost sheepish glance before her eyes hit the ground. He'd choked back his emotions upon first seeing her to maintain a clear head, masked them with anger during the fight, but now that things were calmer… Riven began to step forward,…
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Despite the Rippenvire fleet having been wiped out, at least for the most part, many hundreds of dropships had landed troops across different layers of the stacked city and were continuing to wreak havoc. The royal fleet belonging to Dawn was also decimated, and their forces were already engaged at numerous points. The vampires continued to slaughter civilians as fast as possible, either out of spite or simply because they didn’t know they’d lost yet. But the fact remained that without the surging…
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Despite the abrupt surge in power, despite revealing his ultimate form to combat this demonic arachnid, Tikus felt both inferior and small when the creature began to reform. His gray wings sagged, his flex claws that’d so recently torn the spider’s body in half stiffened, and his eyes widened in shock as he beheld the creature’s new body recreate itself before his very eyes. Bones snapped. Scythe-like legs each bigger than he was snapped out and crashed into the ground. Four narrowed red eyes looked…
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Lahn watched in silence beside his mother Shovi and other refugees hiding here in a pub’s lower cellar. Funnily enough, he even noted how a small group of other students from the academy were here - no doubt having fled down the stairway long before he did to make it down here without flying. But overall it was the locals - the pub owner and his family, a farmer and his three sons, a couple women from the local brothel and a few merchants with their kids. They were all terrified to stay here given the…
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Gurth’Rok jogged at a fast pace, his green skin sweating from the exertion he’d put out in getting here with the rest of the legion behind him - but he was far from too tired to fight. The sounds of war drums beat into the night sky where clashing fleets continued to battle it out over elevated slabs of land stacked on top of one another for each city level. The clank of heavily armored death knights or heavy orc berserkers, many hundreds strong, led the way with dark-arts assault mages, necromancers,…
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