Sophia Garcia
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Allie sat meditating in her bone garden atop what had once been one of the downtown skyscrapers under a starry night sky. Well, she supposed it was still a skyscraper - but it’d been converted into her home base of operations and had a rather spooky feel to it after the makeover. The building itself had an aura to it, with ripples of teal and black mana occasionally shimmering across the structure while it was being pseudo-terraformed into a death-oriented zone through ritual magic Mara had introduced…
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Doors from nearby rooms slammed shut and people started barricading themselves inside immediately upon hearing the rushing wave of oncoming monsters, and soon Riven stood alone with his demons as enemies flooded into the main entrance hall from four different directions. Rippling muscles and rounded abyssal maws full of teeth and writhing tongues bore down on him with clawed limbs, racing ahead like hairless great apes. But he remained calm. He’d survived far worse enemies than this. To his surprise the…
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Riven had heard enough, and was about to start walking towards the two talking men when he heard Athela whisper. “Don’t.” Riven shot the demoness a look of anger. “What do you mean, don’t?” “That’s what I mean.” Athela stated flatly. “Whatever that creature is upstairs, I can sense its aura from here… and there are more of them coming. It feels like… like a hive mind creature of some sort. We can expect a swarm soon.” Yet again the building rocked, and there was a crashing…
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The scene was chaotic, and it looked like it would be a mad scramble without any order at all at any waking moment. The only things really holding people together was the occasional armed guard patrolling the halls and the hope that the medical staff was giving people as they treated hurt or sick loved ones. “This is absolutely crazy…” Riven mumbled, taking the brunt of the elf’s weight on one leg when he pivoted around a kid who ran past. Jerald motioned them to follow him further through the…
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Riven took his runic mask off, pointed to a widening smile and extended his fangs for the two to see. The duo gasped in shock, before he retracted both fangs with a shrug. “I became stronger, fought against a dungeon miniboss and won a good amount of Elysium Coins. The dungeon was a sentient being and offered me a deal to get the coins back, I ended up teleporting out of the dungeon and ended up on the mountains to the west. Fought some goblins, saw some elves, and now I’m here. End of…
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“THAT’S WHATSUP RIVEN!” “Yes, I am the kinkiest.” He referred to her earlier comment, glanced over his shoulder and winked at Athela who was licking off her toned extremities with her elongated, black, ribbon-like tongue - and he gave her a genuine smile. “Thanks for coming. Having you around has been a lot of fun.” Athela paused mid-licking and her red eyes focused on him for a moment before she blinked and turned around in embarrassment with her hands covering her face. “Oh stop it!…
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Shotgun guy just laughed, then he got tired of kicking – took aim – and fired again. Another good-sized chunk of wood blasted off the door into bits and pieces, but the idiot had been too close when he’d fired and recoiled as chips of debris hit him in the face and eyes. “Fuck!” He staggered back, rubbing at his face and cursing loudly until he managed to clear his line of sight… only to blink rapidly as he came face to face with Riven to his left and Athela to his right. “Hello chap.”…
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The mission was threefold – figure out what was going on with the city concerning the people he needed to find, find some more food, and find a location that would be suitable Riven to stay in long term… if there even was one. There hadn’t been any system notifications since leaving dungeon Negrada, but Athela was utterly certain there’d be more to come. “Each integrating planet has its own unique trials!” Athela said to him, trying and failing to contain a smirk, right before he was to leave.…
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Jalel adjusted his dark, well-made, form-fitting robes and smoothed out the sleeves where they meshed with fingerless gloves. The brunette slave girl attending him adjusted his collar and he gave her an appreciating nod of respect, one she blushed furiously at before smiling widely and exiting the waiting area. He smirked himself, finding it quite funny how little was required of him to make a slave’s day like that. Despite being quite the ass in many circumstances, he at the very least could safely say…
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Athela watched her master curiously… watched him sink his fangs into the dying goblin’s arteries. Watched him give in to the hunger he’d been feeling over the past day. Then, letting out a long sigh of acceptance, she turned and bolted through the trees to kill the last of the little green creatures. Catching up to them over the next twenty seconds of sprinting, she nearly tripped over a tree root – but collected herself with an eyeroll and drew back her head. Stopping and suddenly lurching…
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