Sophia Garcia
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Huffing and slamming back down onto the ground with a thump, Riven began to rest. His undersuit of red, silky blood-skin supplied by the mask ‘Fallen Apostle’ kept his body cool even while wearing a cloak and heavy metal armor underneath a desert sun - but that didn’t mean Luke couldn’t still work him like a dog. The old man had become something of a drill instructor for him, and over the past three months Riven could safely say he’d easily be able to kick his own ass from three months prior if…
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“I love you Riven. Don’t stay gone too long, ok?” Those were the last words Allie had said to her brother as she’d waved him off with a warm, parting hug. He’d vanished through the portal to the other side of the world, then their forces in Chicago had reported they’d last seen him departing along the coastline into the northlands. She still remembered how he’d smelled, and it felt like it’d been so long now that she was beginning to become depressed. He only had another half year to find…
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Time went by quickly as Riven sorted it all out. Athela was presented with a list of five different abilities to pick from between different martial arts, with various unique weapons and black, gray or brown rogues’ outfits oriented towards shapeshifting abilities. There was even a dao treasure that allowed one to acquire the Shadow Sub-Pillar affinity, which she was very heavily considering as the item she wanted Riven to buy for her. Fay was presented with a wooden caster’s staff that could amplify…
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“I agree with Fred.” Athela promptly stated, glowering over at Genua with distaste. “We’ll need a solid supply of blood for you while traveling and things will be dangerous. Creating a thrall out of her will allow her to take more of a hit and maybe even be useful, as opposed to this sniveling creature we have on our hands now.” Genua’s eyes had tears collecting underneath them, and with a fearful look shot Riven’s way - she adamantly shook her head with fingers going white as they tightened…
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The Elysium altar’s general system store was… overpriced, to say the least. Its options were also low quality, but at least it gave vast amounts of them. Even the basics were in high demand concerning their little necropolis kingdom, with dozens upon dozens of adventuring guilds or mercenary groups taking up government-posted contracts to cull beasts in the area or scout out resources of interests like unholy herbs and ores. There were even system-sponsored quests for such things too that could be…
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Lahn Lucio sputtered and coughed, clutching his bruised forehead where his wavy chestnut locks were plastered across his face. He had slipped trying to get out of the bathtub again and had tipped the porcelain tub over while simultaneously landing face first with water rushing over him onto the tiled floor. Having been born with deformity caused him many problems growing up and among the least of them was his regular slips in the bathroom. His left leg was slightly short, looking rather withered with…
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The portal was pretty big and took up half of the football field Riven had chosen as the permanent spot it’d set up on. It was a lot different from the ovoid ones Riven could create himself, but rather this one was very similar to a wormhole - giving voice to the idea that it utilized some other kind of magic Riven wasn’t familiar with. It faced directly down into the planet, drawing people into it when they stood nearby and popping them out on the other side of the portal where they were expelled into…
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*** Three days had passed since the battle for Chicago. Riven stood on the balcony of the Margrave Hotel with his back to the railing. It was a very high-society building that’d just been built before the integration had occurred, and it’d been well kept even afterwards with many of the fancier things in life still available. His weapon, Vampire’s Escort, was encased in what Riven could almost describe as a brick of red ice while it underwent evolution and was laying on a table in the room behind…
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“It appears the information your cult had was wrong.” Riven cracked his neck, and let out an audible sigh when his left arm snapped back into place with a click. He let out an amused chuckle when his staff hummed in anticipation, hissing and flaring with power as it mentally urged him to kill the creature in front of them. Flashes of images rippled across Riven’s consciousness, and he grinned at what the weapon was telling him. “It appears my weapon wants to feed on you, your body is going to allow…
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Officers shouted orders while machine guns rattled, heavy artillery explosions and plasma weapon fire consumed the other noises outside. Large mechs of various designs stood tall over the defenses and projected one way barriers to help negate the oncoming horde’s barrage of acidic spines, while both helicopters and fighter jets zoomed overhead - trying to beat back the ocean of enemies using missiles. Lieutenant General Bruner, the second in command concerning Chicago’s military and the graying man at…
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