Sophia Garcia
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Mythic-tier item box sitting on another dungeon boss corpse for his sister to use? Check. Room full of gold, jewels, and various F-grade artifacts? Check. Powerleveling his friends and demons? Very much a check. Having a bunch of level 15–50 dungeon divers in his group after wiping the floor with a whole gaggle of level 100+ paladins and their less powerful vampiric allies had meant enormous gains for everyone involved, including Fay and Azmoth who’d each gained quite a bit of experience…
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The first to move was one of the bloodstricken sorcerers, who shrieked an unholy cry before their blood lances snapped forward with blinding speed. The monks countered with golden fires or barriers of their own, and the magics clashed across the gap between ledges in explosive fury. Gluttony cackled and the great maw’s tendrils collided with the sunchosen in turn, smashing them backwards and dimming the barriers they created to a drastic extent before the maw diverted its attention to easier targets -…
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Chaos erupted. A dozen intricate ritual circles overlapped one another in the air over Riven’s position, written in the flames of the sun. Celestial power tore down from above and crashed into his position, only for Azmoth’s defensive dome of hellfire to nullify the attacks with a thunderous boom that scattered the flames across the already molten room. Battlecries roared out and heavily armored soldiers leaped from above with vampiric hounds and thralls, while vampires on the ledge up above and in…
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Captain Vros Kinal knelt on the outskirts of the forest clearing in full plate mail armor - the etched carving of a black sun embroidered on his breastplate. His pauldrons looked like they were aflame and caught in a moment of time from the way the metal was carved, and a long red cape flowed out behind him in the wind. Unsheathing his silver-infused longsword forged specifically for killing vampires, picking up his kite shield, and lowering the visor of his plumed helmet, he raised a hand to give the…
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All heads turned in Luke’s direction, with Jared in particular being quite captivated. “So I went around asking people who I knew that’d done it, and I even made a forum post about this exact topic inside our empire’s forums to let other people know what my findings were. If you go look for yourself, should you ever visit the necropolis, I’m sure you’d see my post has been a very big hit.” Luke continued with a wave of his hand. “Some of the people I talked to gathering information were…
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Flashing magics tore through the air on either of her sides as black hooded figures and screeching waves of undead intercepted enemies of the necropolis with overwhelming force. Allie’s foot blurred - smashing down into the neck of a dying ratkin rogue, snapping the creature’s neck while sneered in contempt. With a lightning fast backhand she tore half the face off of another ratkin warrior who’d dared try to take her head on. The creature was sent spinning, dead before it even hit the cavern…
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“This feels very much like a vacation.” The comment gained him some curiously amused looks from Jarla and her non-combatant fellows from the other group, but none of them said a word. How could they, when everything had gone so smoothly so far? Battle after battle, time after time, not a single one of the forward group had been seriously wounded - with Athela and the strange cultist-looking people having intervened twice to save someone from any real harm. Riven munched on one of Tanya’s standard…
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All of them, they were all going. Tanya, with her son Tim and daughter Julie. Hakim. Genua, Len, and Luke. Riven, Athela, Azmoth and Fay. The 23 skinwalkers in Athela’s new fan club, including Ak’ra and Selzi - better known to the people of Jerbyville as Sara and John. They were marching through the forest, many of them laughing jovially in the early morning light amidst the chirping of birds and crunching of leaves and pine needles. Athela wore an assassin’s outfit with her black, ruby-studded…
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The details on the vampiric elder god quest had been left with Allie to deal with since Riven would be leaving in a couple months for Chalgathi’s next trial. Allie had essentially dropped out of the Apocalypse Beast questline entirely after giving him her own piece, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t deal with the underdark while he was gone. He had faith in her to do so, and it’d been decided by both of them that while Riven was gone for the next year - she would do what she could. As long as it…
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Mara’s hooded figure walked under a dreary sky alongside two necromancers, Nin and Vin, and two vampires, Gurth’Rok and Dr. Brass. Together the five of them ran most things on his side of the world, with the exception of General Bruner from Chicago who was not present today. Crowds parted before their heavily armed escort, and they made their way through the active streets of Brightsville while heading in the direction of Riven’s guild hall manor - which was technically home to the three undead…
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