Sophia Garcia
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Riven’s recovery was a little longer than any of them had expected. He slept far into the mid afternoon of the next day, and the others let him do it without interruption. Athela was able to hunt down and carry back a deer, and Fay went out to collect some berries and nuts. Meanwhile Dr. Brass stayed with the two elf girls. If something was to attack them they’d be sure to wake Riven up, but otherwise the amount of power he’d expended over the past few days was enormous. There was even a huge scar…
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Senna tried to get up on her injured leg and tripped backwards, hobbling towards the tree line to get away from the monster that’d made its presence known to the pale-faced and jittery party members not far off. Riven was now staring at a huge, rotund cyclops. It was nearly as tall as some of trees nearby, with a brown horn protruding above its single yellow eye. Each of its two hands had three sausage-like fingers, its nose looked like it’d only partially grown out with large slits in place of…
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When he woke up, he was filled in by Dr. Brass on what had happened with the other humans during the fight while Senna snored softly as she curled up next to Ethel under a blanket. Dr. Waters had been adamant that Dr. Brass leave with her, calling him a fool when she and all of the nurses had taken the long hike down the underground sewers to find a way out. When asked why Dr. Brass hadn’t left to begin with, he’d just said that he’d taken a liking to Riven and Athela in the short time he’d known…
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On one hand, Jarmosh seemed a little less trustworthy given that he’d put loopholes in his contract. Athela had outright told him he couldn’t accept the contract in the way the beholder had worded it, so he’d have to get Jarmosh to agree to rewrite it the way Riven wanted it done or he’d have to decline no matter what. He also didn’t like the idea of Jarmosh experimenting with live and innocent creatures, though he could have some leeway if it came to people or monsters that had attacked them or…
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The wyrm continued to stare blankly back at him, its imposing figure raising its neck and rearing back like a cobra. Riven’s eyebrows raised and cleared his throat. “Do you understand anything I’m saying?” The wyrm’s mouth slowly began to open, and it displayed rows upon rows upon rows of jagged black teeth all around its circular maw. Dark light emitting a pale purple-gray color intermixed with sparks of red accumulated inside the beast, and the power began to form a large sphere of almost…
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“Is 4 demons a good number?” Riven asked as he shared the screen with his two demonic familiars when Athela climbed up Azmoth’s back to sit on his shoulder again. “I not sure.” Azmoth stated. But Athela was more happy about it. “Definitely! You did GREAT! The variety is rather good as well, most contract applications only come in 1 or 2 at a time. Let’s take a little bit to go through the list. Something to keep in mind is that the levels matter, but they don’t matter nearly as much as…
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Captain Vros Kinal stood on a large hovering platform that loomed above his marching legions. Their heavy armor gleamed in the bright rays of sunshine illuminating their glorious planet. The soldiers chanted, slamming their spears into the ground in unison time after time - an act that caused the very city around them to quake due to their numbers. Meanwhile the crowds in the stadiums on either side of the military parade were going wild. They screamed, cheered, and roared their approval for the invasion…
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He turned the corner just when Athela was thrown across the room - face planting against the wall but recovering quickly to turn on the giant, grotesque clown. His demons were in the process of winning this fight already, but the monster had incredible regeneration and was battling back fiercely. Maggots wriggled and sightless, eel-like appendages with sharp teeth grappled the other titanic combatant while Azmoth’s fire-imbued armor slammed into the beast. Riven drew up his staff and pointed it at the…
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Frankly, none of them had expected the creature to talk - but as surprised as they were upon the creature speaking, it was equally as surprised when it saw Azmoth. “Demon? What is a demon doing here?” The hellscape brutalisk roared in challenge, slapping its spiked tail against the ground and bloomed into flames. Azmoth took one step forward, heaved back, and then let loose a cannon of fire from his throat. Had Azmoth always been able to do that? Riven didn’t think so. The creature screamed as it…
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Riven stormed through the sewers to where the rungs leading up the tunnel were within reach. Grabbing onto them: Athela followed closely behind. The clothes they’d gathered were strung up in large sturdy bags they’d procured from a back room in the clothing store, and they were dragged up along the tunnel’s side too. The hatch unlocked and swung open to let in the firelight of the lanterns. Riven continued up and out of the tunnel – not bothering to wait for the others and furiously whipped…
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