Sophia Garcia
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Jalel adjusted his dark, well-made, form-fitting robes and smoothed out the sleeves where they meshed with fingerless gloves. The brunette slave girl attending him adjusted his collar and he gave her an appreciating nod of respect, one she blushed furiously at before smiling widely and exiting the waiting area. He smirked himself, finding it quite funny how little was required of him to make a slave’s day like that. Despite being quite the ass in many circumstances, he at the very least could safely say…
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Athela watched her master curiously… watched him sink his fangs into the dying goblin’s arteries. Watched him give in to the hunger he’d been feeling over the past day. Then, letting out a long sigh of acceptance, she turned and bolted through the trees to kill the last of the little green creatures. Catching up to them over the next twenty seconds of sprinting, she nearly tripped over a tree root – but collected herself with an eyeroll and drew back her head. Stopping and suddenly lurching…
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Senna had never been so scared in her life. Her world had been flipped upside down, with the land that the tribe had known for generations being mix-and-matched with new landscapes and sceneries overnight. The new creatures and dangerous monsters now appearing out of nowhere… appearing from ambient mana in what the Elysium System had called the world of ‘ In the meantime, she and her hunting party had been one of many to scout the surrounding area. It’d only been two days since the great migration,…
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The thoughts that had once repulsed him after killing that man in the dungeon now swept through his mind like a tidal wave of hunger. It had satiated him then, and he didn’t feel crazed like he had in that moment of blood-starvation, but he could still feel the effects of wanting it. It’d been a little over two days since he’d fed, and he was getting hungry. His red eyes cast over the corpse of a nearby bird, and he frowned. Animals did not satiate his hunger. The words of the system spelled it out…
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Ah. So that’s what it was. Riven had read about creatures like this in fantasy novels, though he’d never thought them to be real up until now. He supposed it shouldn’t surprise him though, considering what he’d been through over the last little while. Wait, why didn’t his identification give any more than a name? Wasn’t it supposed to come with levels, or at least question marks afterwards? It didn’t give him any indication of power level at all. Was this what the system notification upon…
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She’d gained a new silencing ability or trait concerning the movements of her body, in addition to the elongating razor-sharp tongue she could now use as a weapon. As he silently admired her new look. She dropped from the ceiling and sputtered a cough of irritation. “Ugh! I can’t seem to get this shape shifting thing under control!” Riven watched as she furrowed her brows in concentration, saw her nose began to shift slightly - but then it quickly reverted back to the normal, symmetrical…
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Riven couldn’t help but smirk at that one, and he began to feel a little bit better having his friends back so he could talk about what happened. “Succubi huh?” “YES!” Athela whacked him again and sat her big thorax down on his lap with a prompt humph. “Though you should really wait a while before you even attempt to bind one. I assume they’ve already started knocking on the door in your mind?” Riven blinked, then nodded. He could feel numerous otherworldly creatures, their auras,…
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The door to her left shattered in a cloud of splintered wood, and the roar of battle could be heard all around her. Allie ducked and weaved in the dying light of day, shredding a man in a spray of viscera with a black arc of light from her wand. Granite exploded amidst a hail of holy lightning smites that fractured the building around her, and dozens of skeletons poured forth through the courtyard to meet a charging horde of men and women wielding maces, baseball bats, shields, guns and swords. Priests…
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Riven took in what the dungeon avatar had said concerning his affinities and rubbed his forehead. “Have you found something obviously worth the full amount yet?” “My treasurers are still looking.” The only thing he could truly compare to with Athela gone was the basic system of one copper equals one dollar, give or take. Trying to gauge just how much each of these were worth without a baseline was guesswork, so he put out some feelers and tried a shot in the dark—calling Negrada out on…
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Riven gave Negrada a skeptical look and then pulled up the options for his new class choices. To his surprise, they were indeed combination classes for two of the three options, just like Negrada had talked about—so apparently the system thought Riven was a good match. Athela had told Riven that the system only handed out class options for those who earned them, and apparently the last fight he’d had with the satyr warlord in conjunction with his race evolution was more than enough to get him a spot…
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