Sophia Garcia
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Sweat dripped down her skin. The molten cavern radiated hot energies even twenty minutes after the ratkin’s ambush, and it’d taken that entire time to find Azmoth even despite the connection they shared as co-minions under Riven’s control. If not for that connection, she’d never had found him in the vast desolation of what had once been the city of Deepnest. Genua’s head remained bowed, hands steepled in front of her and only occasionally shifting at intervals for necessary hand gestures while…
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Riven sat in a chair overlooking the city, while a bloodied Colonel Landers lay curled in the fetal position not far off. The mental toll of having watched a fake illusionary replica of his wife undergo brutal torture for over twenty minutes had done him a real number, though he’d somewhat recovered after realizing it was faked just to get him to call off his men. “The last remnants of rebellions in Chicago are nearly put down, it will be completed within the hour.” General Bruner stated plainly,…
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Gaia stood atop hills of vampire corpses, remnants of the Rippenvire forces that’d come from their imprisonment in the stockyards. The transformed demigoddess was already incredibly displeased at the change she’d undergone, and she’d been even more angry that they’d targeted harmless civilians on the outskirts of Brightsville when finally encountering resistance. Bodies could be repaired and evolved, shaped into what she’d want after time had passed, but the loss of life from people she had…
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Colonel Landers slapped aside a rock that one of the civilians threw his way as the boos and roars of disapproval echoed in his ears. The press conference was not going well, and his strike against the Thanes by taking down General Bruner and the mayor of Chicago were being seen by a lot of the population as a power grab by a tyrant - even despite the world-ending potential the two Thanes had. Two of the news stations were even openly painting him as a villain without even attempting to hide their disgust…
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Gaia looked out over the land from a mountain’s peak. What had once been a world full of beauty and balance, with green pastures and lush forests full of life, had turned into a blighted black and gray version of itself with death and undeath in abundance. Only silver grasses and occasional trees of neon teal leaves, black bark, and occasional deep red shrubbery or vines stood out amidst the dreary sea around her. The blue skies overhead had darkened, and though she was able to comfort herself to a…
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Drums. Drums echoed in the dark. A blast of strange, azure-blue colored mana with an unfamiliar origin in the Unholy Foundation tore through the halls. Her eyes went wide mid-sprint and she was sent blasting across the stone laden with ancient texts, crashing into a pillar and spinning rapidly in the air until she cratered into the opposite end. Coughing up blood and snapping one arm back into place, her body smoldered with wisps of that same azure blue - and she had to send a pulse of death through her…
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Had the tunnel led out of Bernzee, likely saving Allie’s life? Sure. But it certainly hadn’t led to safety. They were traveling deeper into the underdark, and into a tunnel complex of twists and turns that were undocumented concerning the original map she’d been provided to get to the vampiric city - or the map she’d found in the partially destroyed Bloodmare estate. What was even worse, was that Fimrindle suspected this tunnel actually led directly to the labyrinth these vampires had spoken of.…
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The bloodsilk nest Athela had created had been converted into a multitude of hammocks in anticipation of Jarla’s group to meet them before nightfall, with the previous idea of throwing a victory party being soured after having found numerous local groups to be slaughtered through the dungeon on the way down. Ones that’d been caught by the invaders on their trek through the dungeon. Still, everyone else insisted that they should drink it off later that night - and who was Riven to tell them…
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Genua came into consciousness with an absolutely enthralling sense of power coursing through her soul. The abrupt sensation caused her to gasp, and she felt the divinity channels rushing through her body explode with crimson radiance. Her vision went red as her eyes blazed with light, her skin flared with profane crimson sigils that buried themselves into her to remain as red tattoos across her otherwise tanned skin, and the shudder escaping her lips was one of ecstasy. Because she had already chosen…
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The room beyond the trapped door was something to be seen. Dim light reflected off thousands upon thousands of coins and jewels from a glow-stone embedded in the ceiling. A pile of weapons and armor with lesser enchantments were also stuff into a corner on the right hand side of the square room, while trinkets, baubles and low-grade artifacts were piled in the very front. It was the smaller pile to his left that caught his attention most, as it was the pile that was supposed to be things he’d be…
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