Sophia Garcia
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Dawn’s light had brought with it a flood of the undead, pouring over entrenched defenders like a tidal wave of death, bathing the northern city of Brightsville in blood when the two major factions present there clashed in the biggest battle yet. And it had been short lived. Allie glared down at Prophet’s second-in-command, an old wiry military veteran who’d managed to get a paladin class and cause grief for her forces numerous times. He now stood battered, beaten, broken and bruised blood dripping…
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He left the others to their chatting and came up to the thick, solid wood with a few knocks on the door using his knuckles. He heard a muffled voice from inside telling him to come in, and opened the door to quickly shut it behind him. There on the bed, Genua was holding Ethel in her arms while Len was spooned between the two of them. They had the covers drawn halfway up and all three of them showed signs of recent crying, though they all looked his way when he made his appearance. Ethel’s remnants of…
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Elder Bren let out a deep sigh and one of his wives scurried over to the door, letting in a fuming Elder Preen. The old man was obviously disheveled from some kind of physical confrontation, with dirtied robes and a bleeding scratch along his right cheek. He stomped inside but quickly stopped upon seeing Riven sitting on the couch, flushing in anger and pointing an accusing finger Riven’s way. “His BITCH succubus attacked me! That DEMON attacked me! We cannot have these MONSTERS living amongst us! I…
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Elder Bren’s treehouse was the largest in the village, being formed from what Ethel described as ‘tree shaping’ to create rooms, balconies and multiple floors all the way from the base of the trunk to about thirty feet up. The leaves, bark and roots were all still intact and the tree was actually still very much alive, unlike many of the smoking husks of the other buildings in the village after the greenskins attacked, but it’d been expanded and molded like clay to fit the needs of the people…
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Despite the minor uproar that’d occurred because of the system-wide announcement, the elves went back to singing solemn hymns somewhere outside the cabin he was staying shortly afterwards. This was a to think about, and Riven sat there dwelling on it for a good amount of time before deciding to speak on this with Allie in detail later on. No doubt she'd have a lot to say about the whole 'Chalgathi is an apocalypse beast' thing. The main room of the large cabin was moderately sized, having a small…
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“You let him leave intentionally? To buy yourself time?” Mara asked, confusion written all over her face with her hands behind her back. She stood beside Allie on a rooftop under the starlight, watching their army of undead - minions and sentient creatures alike - march northwards through the darkened streets. Allie solemnly nodded, red eyes glowing, watching Vin and Nin pile up bodies of the civilians they’d just slaughtered to add to their undead ranks. “Riven… is too kind. You even heard him…
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Every level Riven gained, he got an additional +1 Strength, +2 Sturdiness, +4 Intelligence, +2 Willpower, +4 Agility, +1 Perception, +7 Free Stat Points, and a whopping -3 Charisma. Smashing all the free stats into Willpower, Intelligence, and occasionally Sturdiness had become a habit at this point and that's exactly what he'd done last night before going to bed. Battles could be tough, but the rewards they had were always a pleasure to behold both by the way his body and mind felt afterwards - and by the…
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Fay tried to intercept with a hissing lunge of her own, but she was in no way a melee fighter and was easily slammed aside with a shoulder charge that left her gasping. The rogue vanished and reappeared two feet in front of her original position the same way the other rogues earlier that fight had sidestepped one of his snares. He stumbled and lifted up an arm to block the incoming attack, unable to summon magic to aid him, and shouted a curse as the dagger intended for his throat impaled his left…
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Azmoth’s bellowing roar and the gleeful screeches of Athela intertwined with one another as sounds of battle climbed higher, and Riven teleported through a black rift in space as an axe from another charging enemy rounding the corner sliced across his robe and nicked his shin. The back end of Riven’s staff crushed the orc’s skull in completely with an explosion of shadow that radiated out upon impact - a relatively cost-free enchantment of the weapon whenever he struck a physical blow. The ice…
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The predator inside screamed with excitement alongside gluttony’s core, but he kept his sanity and mentally tugged at Fay’s contract. The succubus landed beside him within seconds, eagerly standing with clasped hands in front of her. “Azmoth will be the focal point. Athela, do your thing as soon as I start. Assassinate on the bigger threats first if you can. Fay, we’re sticking to the shadows for a while. They can’t see us as well as we can see them, and we’re using that to our advantage due…
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