Sophia Garcia
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Elder Bren’s treehouse was the largest in the village, being formed from what Ethel described as ‘tree shaping’ to create rooms, balconies and multiple floors all the way from the base of the trunk to about thirty feet up. The leaves, bark and roots were all still intact and the tree was actually still very much alive, unlike many of the smoking husks of the other buildings in the village after the greenskins attacked, but it’d been expanded and molded like clay to fit the needs of the people…
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Despite the minor uproar that’d occurred because of the system-wide announcement, the elves went back to singing solemn hymns somewhere outside the cabin he was staying shortly afterwards. This was a to think about, and Riven sat there dwelling on it for a good amount of time before deciding to speak on this with Allie in detail later on. No doubt she'd have a lot to say about the whole 'Chalgathi is an apocalypse beast' thing. The main room of the large cabin was moderately sized, having a small…
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“You let him leave intentionally? To buy yourself time?” Mara asked, confusion written all over her face with her hands behind her back. She stood beside Allie on a rooftop under the starlight, watching their army of undead - minions and sentient creatures alike - march northwards through the darkened streets. Allie solemnly nodded, red eyes glowing, watching Vin and Nin pile up bodies of the civilians they’d just slaughtered to add to their undead ranks. “Riven… is too kind. You even heard him…
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Every level Riven gained, he got an additional +1 Strength, +2 Sturdiness, +4 Intelligence, +2 Willpower, +4 Agility, +1 Perception, +7 Free Stat Points, and a whopping -3 Charisma. Smashing all the free stats into Willpower, Intelligence, and occasionally Sturdiness had become a habit at this point and that's exactly what he'd done last night before going to bed. Battles could be tough, but the rewards they had were always a pleasure to behold both by the way his body and mind felt afterwards - and by the…
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Fay tried to intercept with a hissing lunge of her own, but she was in no way a melee fighter and was easily slammed aside with a shoulder charge that left her gasping. The rogue vanished and reappeared two feet in front of her original position the same way the other rogues earlier that fight had sidestepped one of his snares. He stumbled and lifted up an arm to block the incoming attack, unable to summon magic to aid him, and shouted a curse as the dagger intended for his throat impaled his left…
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Azmoth’s bellowing roar and the gleeful screeches of Athela intertwined with one another as sounds of battle climbed higher, and Riven teleported through a black rift in space as an axe from another charging enemy rounding the corner sliced across his robe and nicked his shin. The back end of Riven’s staff crushed the orc’s skull in completely with an explosion of shadow that radiated out upon impact - a relatively cost-free enchantment of the weapon whenever he struck a physical blow. The ice…
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The predator inside screamed with excitement alongside gluttony’s core, but he kept his sanity and mentally tugged at Fay’s contract. The succubus landed beside him within seconds, eagerly standing with clasped hands in front of her. “Azmoth will be the focal point. Athela, do your thing as soon as I start. Assassinate on the bigger threats first if you can. Fay, we’re sticking to the shadows for a while. They can’t see us as well as we can see them, and we’re using that to our advantage due…
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Riven’s recovery was a little longer than any of them had expected. He slept far into the mid afternoon of the next day, and the others let him do it without interruption. Athela was able to hunt down and carry back a deer, and Fay went out to collect some berries and nuts. Meanwhile Dr. Brass stayed with the two elf girls. If something was to attack them they’d be sure to wake Riven up, but otherwise the amount of power he’d expended over the past few days was enormous. There was even a huge scar…
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Senna tried to get up on her injured leg and tripped backwards, hobbling towards the tree line to get away from the monster that’d made its presence known to the pale-faced and jittery party members not far off. Riven was now staring at a huge, rotund cyclops. It was nearly as tall as some of trees nearby, with a brown horn protruding above its single yellow eye. Each of its two hands had three sausage-like fingers, its nose looked like it’d only partially grown out with large slits in place of…
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When he woke up, he was filled in by Dr. Brass on what had happened with the other humans during the fight while Senna snored softly as she curled up next to Ethel under a blanket. Dr. Waters had been adamant that Dr. Brass leave with her, calling him a fool when she and all of the nurses had taken the long hike down the underground sewers to find a way out. When asked why Dr. Brass hadn’t left to begin with, he’d just said that he’d taken a liking to Riven and Athela in the short time he’d known…
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