Sophia Garcia
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Riven stumbled and nearly fell over before being caught mid-stride walking through the garden at the back side of the manor. The neon-teal leaves of the tree overhead shuddered and quaked, and he found himself needing to catch himself yet again on Jose’s tombstone when a pulsing wave of heat rippled across the black, red and silver flowers that decorated the walkways. And then all went still again, and Riven shared a curious glance with Athela before hurriedly walking over to where the heat wave had…
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What stepped out of the portal was very far from the handsome figure of Fay’s brother. Riven could make out distinguishing features that told him it was the same man, the same incubus, but he looked haggard and beaten to an extreme. Tupper’s right leg was necrotic and bent at an awkward angle, and the rest of his body looked starved. His face was half burned, skin flayed off the side of his skull as he limped forward, and one of his wings was torn off completely. Tears streamed silently down his face,…
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The screen flared, and mentally linking his guild core to the altar he actually owned himself - he quickly saw a new set of messages along with a very long list and a search option. There were also category checkmarks, with numerous options such as: Utility, Tank, Damage, Subterfuge, Crafting, Scouting, Magic-Based, Martial-Based, Miracle-Based, Long Range, Melee, Level, Guild Association, Corporation Association, Faction Association, Group-Contracts, Individual-Contracts, and others. There were even…
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“It’s not that big of a deal!” Allie protested in hushed tones, embarrassed that she was getting chewed out by her older brother in front of all the people she led even despite having went into the adjacent cellar to have some privacy. “Keep your voice down!” Both of them ignored the mindless skeletons bringing in crates or sacks of stored food; ones they’d bought in mass quantities from the Elysium Altar as piles of supplies started to fill the cellar up. “It's a little bit of a big…
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Flashes of multi-colored light erupted from the planting rod, and over the course of minutes Riven’s guild hall came into fruition. After moving around to the front of the building, it was just like the pictures. A large central tower was present over the main entrance where very thick, wooden double doors with enormous ringed knocker handles on the outside. The upper floors on the third level had balconies, each with a stone gargoyle depicted to hold them up on the underside. Metal barred fences of…
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Blood and viscera tore through Kathrine’s abdomen and white sparks of high-speed shrapnel blasted towards Allie’s face with a high-pitched screeching sound that dulled the senses. Allie’s eyes went wide, Kathrine let out a horrified scream, the heavily armed guards jolted forward with shouts of alarm, and more of the flaring metals continued to blast out of the exploding thrall to head towards the three royals. The world turned into shades of gray, black, and red; slowing momentarily and then…
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Trumpets sounded, and drums reverberated across the broad street between towering marble buildings of monumental architecture. Kathrine Vonsilla Crushada the 9th, eldest daughter to the Duke and Dutchess of House of Crushada, 107th in line for the vampiric throne, was nervously waving to the crowds of vampires while they roared with thunderous applause. Red flower petals poured down from the balconies and airships far overhead as an orange dawn broke the horizon and cast the beautiful hues of sunrise on…
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Riven side-eyed his sister with a growing grin as Azmoth walked over to play with his new hammer, and he nudged her in the side to get her attention under the dim glow of starlight and the green flaming halo overhead. “Hey, I do have one other thing for you before we move on.” Allie evaluated his smug posturing and took a wary step back. “You better not fucking tickle me or something stupid like that. I’ll fight back.” “No!” Riven let out a long laugh and shook his head, then reached into…
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“NO! THESE ARE MY SHINY’S!” Athela screeched while in spider form, wearing a small empty treasure chest that’d been dumped out on her head, while simultaneously waist deep in the pile of gold and platinum. She angrily swatted at the coins to make her hill of wealth shake, reminding Riven of a toddler when they didn’t get their ice cream. “MY SHINY’S! MY SHINY’S! MY SHINY’S!” Riven couldn’t say he’d ever seen a spider-like creature wearing a treasure chest swimming in a pool of…
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Riven’s staff channeled sparks of dark lightning up the fleshy, whip-like tendril attached to its embedded blade. Deep inside the drake’s brain, the large monster spasmed and twitched - and eventually settled down into death while Azmoth ripped a large hole and stepped out of its smoking throat. “Nice job big guy!” Riven gave the demon a fistbump and withdrew the fleshy tendril, the sinister blade of his sorcerer’s staff snapping back into place. “You did some real work there, even if you were…
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