Sophia Garcia
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Despite his sister’s choice to abandon the Blood God as a path to take to power, Riven wasn’t so sure doing so would be a good idea for himself. He was relatively certain that, over the course of his climb so far, the Blood God had been the man in his visions multiple times under the light of the blood moon. The shrouded man over an ocean of red. If that was the case, this entity had gone out of its way - or his way - to help Riven without being asked. Shouldn’t Riven reciprocate if chance allowed?…
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Riven watched with interest as the naga assassin took another one of his strikes, the earth shattering and erupting underneath them under the impact with the sin energy flowing out of his body. The naga’s scream of pain was accompanied by another flash of power when he regenerated and vaulted away in a swirling river of water, only to be intercepted by Athela’s own blood-form as her river of red crashed into his river of clear-blue. The two entangled figures slammed into the ground, Athela laughing…
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Sheline sat meditating upon an ocean of blood, her vampiric heritage roaring about her while her ancient, spunky grandmother - Nephridi - went on and on about how annoying her most recent suitors were. The beautiful, pale vampire rolled her eyes - but a smirk still played at her lips. “Grandmother, can you just settle down and pick one already? You’re going to give yourself another headache. And that’s on top of the one you’re already giving me!” Nephridi humphed, scowling down at the woman who…
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The balcony Lahn chose was secluded enough for his liking, and at the demon’s request he took a seat overlooking a large part of the academy here on the top city floor - some of which had been rebuilt after Rippenvire’s attack. The gardens had all been regrown too with the help of nature-based mages, but to Lahn’s distress - the small animal sanctuary he’d made in those gardens was no more. Not after the bombardments from the fleet up high had happened. “It’s quite strange that one of…
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The white dress clung to her skin like smooth porcelain, and the cold air filled each breath she took - her lungs expanding ever so slowly. She twirled a finger around her long blonde hair, glaring white-hot daggers at her Apex rank 3 position on the ladder with growing fury at having lost her position. Wings of golden light lifted up off her back while sitting in a cross-legged position amidst the rays of dawn - scattering brilliant orange-yellow lights across the tufts of white puffs she sat…
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The compromise Gluttony and Riven had come to was that - yes - Riven would feed on something. Anything, really, and given Athela’s incredibly high vitality along with her passive trait that required all three of her forms to die before she was only banished back to the nether realms - it made her an easy target for them to settle on. Even if it didn’t necessarily fit the requirement for ‘mortal blood’ his vampiric side needed, it still satiated Gluttony’s cravings when Riven began draining his…
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Outside the small scavenger town was an absolute riot, with people coming out of their homes onto the streets and gathering at the walls to look out beyond the high stone barricade. Gragle nervously glanced at the blanching barkeeper, who only shook his head as if telling the scarred gnome not to antagonize the vampire, and he let out a shuddering breath when his eyes again landed on the blood priestess. The bar was clearing out, and half the people had already left to either get away from the bad omen in…
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The other Non-Cultists had quickly left, setting out from the tower towards their own destinations where their own quest markers were taking them. No one wanted to talk to Riven’s group with the one exception of the asian woman who’d helped him up the pyramid in the very first day of integration, no doubt due to the terrible reputation he had on the forums and the power he had to back it up. Riven, to them, was an absolute monster. He was a genocidal maniac. He was a mass murderer in every sense of the…
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Porcelain masks, red flowing robes, and a swirling vortex of crimson that reached the sky. Seven monsters of ancient power. The seven elders of the Bloom Moon Requiem sat while floating meditative poses in a circular formation, facing inwards toward a globe of blood that was drawing from each of the thrall bodies their spirits possessed here on Panu. Each of these thrall bodies were slowly withering away, and the original souls to inhabit each of them were now long gone. Elder Thune and High Queen…
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Queen Bez looked upon the ratkin woman she’d once called friend with only a mild amount of guilt, but that did not stop her from what needed to be done. Even despite Rasthalia’s begging sobs, and fully knowing she was using Rashtalia as a scapegoat and focal point for her people’s rage, to maintain order over the angry masses. She stretched out a blood covered hand from the crimson pool, cutting the ropes binding Rashtalia with a slim clawed finger. The brood mother flinched but waited, hopeful, for…
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