Sophia Garcia
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Hours passed, and he found himself thrown into a bizarre mix of puzzle games, gates with solvable riddles, dangerous traps, and winding turns that seemed like they’d never end. He encountered a couple more bodies, one half-eaten by a large rat that he had to run from after it noted his presence, and it made him wonder just how many people were going to get past this stage in the quest. His Blessing of the Crow had also run out of time, and his once-endless stamina and speed increase now faltered as his…
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The coiled medusa raised an eyebrow and slowly turned the board, positioning the black pieces in front of her before gently moving the first pawn two spaces and leaning in to rest her chin on her hands. “The other two chose black.” He grinned back at her, not meeting her gaze, and mirroring her own move in order to make way for his queen in the next. “Will you kill me if I lose?” “Perhaps… Perhaps not.” “Then do you mind answering me a couple questions while we play?” He furrowed his…
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*BOOM* The shock wave that radiated throughout his body was like a thunderstrike to his soul, and he fell to the ground gasping for air with incomprehension while his innards felt like they were violently rearranging themselves. His eyes went wide and bloodshot as green, black, and crimson lights illuminated across his skin in strange patterns before shimmering away to present elsewhere—causing burning sensations wherever they went. His eyes rolled back into his head, and everything went black as his…
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Screams of agony and terror rippled across all four sides of the pyramid, and rays of white light began illuminating the corpses of the fallen. The still-living, still-climbing participants outside the gray sheen of the veil begged and pleaded, clawing at a translucent veil in front of Riven that now seemed impenetrable to them. He even tried to reach through, to pull them in, but found that it was as if a force field had been erected there… So he could only sit and watch, dumbstruck and horrified, as…
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Chapter 2 Riven blinked as he found himself in a large void of white light. Hadn’t he just touched that pillar of light? Was he inside the pillar now? He was no longer wearing his previous outfit, and as he looked around into the vast nothingness - he found that even his body was missing. His brown hair, slim athletic body and green eyes were entirely gone. The 26 year old man was completely missing his physical self. Where had his best friend and sister gone? Riven came to his senses with a gasp and…
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The wall cracked underneath the weight of the creature, sending splintered wood and paint flying in all directions as a shockwave caused Riven to stumble and fall. His heart pounded, and the screams around him only urged him onwards even more as he picked himself off the hardwood floor of the old house to scramble ahead. His brown hair was matted down with blood, and a jagged gash across his left shoulder screamed at him with pulsing blasts of pain. His ruined jeans briefly caught on the edge of some…
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Crashing to the ground, Athela groaned clutching her head when all eight of her enormous white spider legs sank into the decimated landscape. The air was so thick with dust and mana that it was hard to get a hold of just what was going on, and she had a killer headache - but her mind cleared over the coming seconds as her eyes widened. She’d been attacking Riven. What the hell!? Surprise turned to horror, and horror turned to panic when she realized what losing would mean to Riven’s future. That was…
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Riven’s body exploded backwards as Blessing of the Crow engulfed him, wrapping him in a shroud of black and red wisps akin to a bloody phantom, and the ground underneath him erupted as his soul pillars went into overdrive. Despite who he was facing, he could not falter. Losing was not an option, and though he hated to harm his friends and family - they would not be permanently affected by the beatdown he was about to present them with. Assuming he’d win, that is. Which, honestly enough, wasn’t a…
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Coming to a platform’s ledge on the right-hand side of the miles-wide enclosed arena, Riven and the rest of his group made camp with the hundreds of high-end undead minions surrounding their camp as a buffer to all onlookers; courtesy of Allie and Retesh. Just because Elysium said ‘Violence will not be permitted’ while waiting, that didn’t necessarily mean crazies wouldn’t attempt it. Especially if those crazies were associated with Greed, given recent events. Riven didn’t know what Elysium…
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Jarntus Bemule left the trading enclave with only a half-hearted smile and a word of thanks, with the other humans from the Idorac Federation trailing him. He hadn’t gotten what he’d wanted, not exactly anyways, but Riven also wasn’t willing to promise him anything beyond an “I’ll look into it.” “You could have been a bit more forthright in your interest.” Allie stated absentmindedly, raising an eyebrow in her brother’s direction as the Earl left. “I could tell that you wanted to know…
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