Sophia Garcia
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Marching their army through the ruined southern reaches of Brightsville towards downtown was quite a novel experience. It appeared there were a lot more undead than before, a LOT more, and there was a crowd of them waiting at the city’s edge when they arrived to wave them in and cheer on their success. “Scouts were sent ahead to let them know Prophet was killed.” Allie stated with a nod in the direction of the cheering populace to either side of the road they marched down. “Makes you feel good,…
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Justin’s gigantic body roiled and churned, warping into something greater as dark metal tore through the air around him and through him like a cyclone of the profane. He was a walking apocalypse, a titanic of a man, born from the unholy powers of this universe to pass judgement on those weaker than himself. And he would not be undone by this nobody. The cobblestone street beneath him shattered and Justin launched himself like a rocket from hell, swinging his enormous spiked mace with a thunderclap of…
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Harpoons launched from the trees, imbued with blinding white light of holy origins that slammed into the two being held down. Riven’s body was easily pierced completely through, rupturing internal organs and sending his innards out the other side. Azmoth’s own huge frame took even more of the harpoons, with over a dozen of them cratering into his solid body and five of them bouncing off. Over half of them sank in deep though, either tearing off pieces of his armor or finding weak spots where the…
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Riven’s journey back was a quiet one while he contemplated the things Gurth’Rok the orc had said. Pondering the chieftain’s words and feeling not just a little bit guilty about slaughtering so many of them to defend the elvish village, he wondered what the morally right choice would have been. But he did not dwell on it for long. In this world, he could only do what he thought was right at the time. Thinking about how he ‘could’ have done something differently would not change the past, and to…
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The story Athela had put a large damper on the mood, and Riven was unsure of what to think regarding the orcs and their situation. On one hand they’d killed and eaten many humans and elves in the area alike, apparently admitting raiding surrounding towns or villages that’d popped up after the integration and leaving them as husks of what they once were. On the other hand, the orcs had claimed that they weren’t entirely at fault here - of which he was about to try and find out. The orc chieftain…
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They made camp later that night and trudged along the next day. Riven tried calling Allie twice, but each time he she’d quickly tell him she was busy and hang up shortly after confirming she was still ok. It was like she was avoiding him, and he was getting the feeling that she’d figured out her videos had leaked on the cortex for him to see. It was highly likely, knowing her, that she was trying to figure out what she was going to say before being confronted. Ren told them it’d likely be nightfall…
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He clicked on ‘Guild & Faction System’ first. Riven frowned and dismissed it, deciding to move on to the cortex first. He’d talk to the others about guild creation later when the system unfroze the guild functions, but that was definitely a team effort and not an individual one where decisions wouldn't solely be his. He didn't even know what they'd name their guild if he and the others created one, but the idea of having a group to go adventuring with in this new world was certainly likeable.…
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Dawn’s light had brought with it a flood of the undead, pouring over entrenched defenders like a tidal wave of death, bathing the northern city of Brightsville in blood when the two major factions present there clashed in the biggest battle yet. And it had been short lived. Allie glared down at Prophet’s second-in-command, an old wiry military veteran who’d managed to get a paladin class and cause grief for her forces numerous times. He now stood battered, beaten, broken and bruised blood dripping…
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He left the others to their chatting and came up to the thick, solid wood with a few knocks on the door using his knuckles. He heard a muffled voice from inside telling him to come in, and opened the door to quickly shut it behind him. There on the bed, Genua was holding Ethel in her arms while Len was spooned between the two of them. They had the covers drawn halfway up and all three of them showed signs of recent crying, though they all looked his way when he made his appearance. Ethel’s remnants of…
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Elder Bren let out a deep sigh and one of his wives scurried over to the door, letting in a fuming Elder Preen. The old man was obviously disheveled from some kind of physical confrontation, with dirtied robes and a bleeding scratch along his right cheek. He stomped inside but quickly stopped upon seeing Riven sitting on the couch, flushing in anger and pointing an accusing finger Riven’s way. “His BITCH succubus attacked me! That DEMON attacked me! We cannot have these MONSTERS living amongst us! I…
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