Sophia Garcia
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On one hand, Jarmosh seemed a little less trustworthy given that he’d put loopholes in his contract. Athela had outright told him he couldn’t accept the contract in the way the beholder had worded it, so he’d have to get Jarmosh to agree to rewrite it the way Riven wanted it done or he’d have to decline no matter what. He also didn’t like the idea of Jarmosh experimenting with live and innocent creatures, though he could have some leeway if it came to people or monsters that had attacked them or…
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The wyrm continued to stare blankly back at him, its imposing figure raising its neck and rearing back like a cobra. Riven’s eyebrows raised and cleared his throat. “Do you understand anything I’m saying?” The wyrm’s mouth slowly began to open, and it displayed rows upon rows upon rows of jagged black teeth all around its circular maw. Dark light emitting a pale purple-gray color intermixed with sparks of red accumulated inside the beast, and the power began to form a large sphere of almost…
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“Is 4 demons a good number?” Riven asked as he shared the screen with his two demonic familiars when Athela climbed up Azmoth’s back to sit on his shoulder again. “I not sure.” Azmoth stated. But Athela was more happy about it. “Definitely! You did GREAT! The variety is rather good as well, most contract applications only come in 1 or 2 at a time. Let’s take a little bit to go through the list. Something to keep in mind is that the levels matter, but they don’t matter nearly as much as…
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Captain Vros Kinal stood on a large hovering platform that loomed above his marching legions. Their heavy armor gleamed in the bright rays of sunshine illuminating their glorious planet. The soldiers chanted, slamming their spears into the ground in unison time after time - an act that caused the very city around them to quake due to their numbers. Meanwhile the crowds in the stadiums on either side of the military parade were going wild. They screamed, cheered, and roared their approval for the invasion…
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He turned the corner just when Athela was thrown across the room - face planting against the wall but recovering quickly to turn on the giant, grotesque clown. His demons were in the process of winning this fight already, but the monster had incredible regeneration and was battling back fiercely. Maggots wriggled and sightless, eel-like appendages with sharp teeth grappled the other titanic combatant while Azmoth’s fire-imbued armor slammed into the beast. Riven drew up his staff and pointed it at the…
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Frankly, none of them had expected the creature to talk - but as surprised as they were upon the creature speaking, it was equally as surprised when it saw Azmoth. “Demon? What is a demon doing here?” The hellscape brutalisk roared in challenge, slapping its spiked tail against the ground and bloomed into flames. Azmoth took one step forward, heaved back, and then let loose a cannon of fire from his throat. Had Azmoth always been able to do that? Riven didn’t think so. The creature screamed as it…
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Riven stormed through the sewers to where the rungs leading up the tunnel were within reach. Grabbing onto them: Athela followed closely behind. The clothes they’d gathered were strung up in large sturdy bags they’d procured from a back room in the clothing store, and they were dragged up along the tunnel’s side too. The hatch unlocked and swung open to let in the firelight of the lanterns. Riven continued up and out of the tunnel – not bothering to wait for the others and furiously whipped…
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The storm had died down to a low drizzle, but was still flashing lightning overhead when Riven stepped foot outside. The bone garden was open to the air on the wide tower rooftop and heavily guarded. A door from the large staircase with an arch made of bone led into it, where over a dozen armed warriors and an equal number of robed mages stood watch. There was even one bone giant, standing three times the height of Riven who wielded an absolutely gargantuan bow with arrows the size of Riven’s thighs,…
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Riven couldn’t help but be impressed with what Allie had built here. Hundreds of sentient undead walked, talked, bartered, built and laughed with one another as Allie and Mara took him on a grand tour of the tower. The skyscraper’s walls had been knocked down in some areas, terraformed in others, and in some places had been kept up. A mix and mash of steel, bone, death mana, and even sometimes sinewy muscle created various parts of the structure with a huge spiral staircase in the center leading up…
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The girl removed her mask, allowing Riven to confirm that it truly was her. It was Allie. His little sister broke down into violent sobs and rushed towards him and he met her in the middle, sweeping her up off her feet and crying along with her as he hugged her to his chest in a death grip. They just stood like that, neither one of them saying anything as they shook and held one another for well over a minute. Riven’s breathing was ragged, and he was experiencing a flood of mixed emotions that…
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