Sophia Garcia
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[Riven Thane’s Status Page: Riven slowly opened his eyes after the much-needed nap. The blue mana potion Athela had taken from Jalel’s bag was being gently poured over his lips to slide down his throat. His head was propped up against that same bag, and she was watching him wide-eyed like a child on Christmas while remaining completely silent. The headache quickly cleared as he accepted the rest of the potion, nodding to her in appreciation. “Thanks.” “Not a problem! Just glad you’re…
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The next moment was a blur as Riven came back to the land of the living. He gasped as a brief flash of a vision blipped across his thoughts, giving him a moment of pause as his soul acquired its third subpillar. A torrent of screaming souls, the image of a land bathed in hellfire, and the impression of eternal torment all burned into his insides in an excruciating moment of molten pain. Hot crimson lines were then etched into his sternum, right above the spider pentagram he’d gotten through Athela’s…
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Jalel raised an eyebrow from where he pretended to be dead, cocooned on the hellscape floor in some rather pathetic bindings while a lowly harpy ate his entrails. They had made it through the poorly executed “bad guy” with only slight amounts of smirking whenever the inexperienced warlock wasn’t looking. Even if Jalel did secretly hope for Riven’s demise and actually kind of was the bad guy, so to speak. He’d faked death pretty well, even if it’d been someone his own level witnessing it, but…
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Jalel’s jaw had dropped when he saw what she held. It only took him a second before his face twisted in a strange mix of desperation and greed, rage, and hate, and their newfound acquaintance pulled out his dagger. He dropped his bag without even thinking while simultaneously lunging forward toward Athela and pulled out some sort of white potion. Riven’s eyes narrowed, and it was as if time stopped as she stood unaware of the impending attack. “Athela, move!” In an instant, Riven had rammed his…
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Riven sneered down at the prompt. Not going to make it out alive? What a fucking joke. As if he wasn’t walking a knife’s edge already. He’d been forced into scenario after scenario with little say in the matter, and he was goddamned tired of it. Anger and disgust surged through him, and his soul resonated with his will. Fuck this phantom, fuck this hellscape, fuck Chalgathi, and fuck Elysium’s administrator. He’d do what he fucking wanted to do. A ripple ran out from where Riven stood in the…
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Riven’s demand made Jalel chuckle. The silver-haired man shrugged indifferently, waving a hand about the room with a loud snort. “What is there to say? I cannot remember the specifics.” It was a blatant lie. Riven didn’t know why this stranger would lie to them, but Jalel hadn’t even attempted to hide it. He just didn’t want to talk. Perhaps it was because he couldn’t? Perhaps not, but the feeling he was getting from the snobbish smirk on Jalel’s face made Riven consider him a liar. Riven…
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“Wrong!” Riven said cheerfully, trotting over and taking a seat a couple feet away with his legs crossed. “Worst-case scenario is you being dead. You got out, didn’t you?” Jalel looked up to Riven and then suspiciously to Athela, but gradually he shook his head no and tried to rub the sleepiness out of his eyes again. “No. I am still here, damned to this dungeon until I am able to buy my way out by finding something of value. There are still many questions that I have for you…such as why you…
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“Or maybe the demon knows we stole the miracle and won’t present itself to us.” The spider cocked her head as if deep in thought, then shook it vigorously. “No…no, that’s definitely not it. It would have arrived and killed you in the contract ceremony if it had any ill will against you.” “It can do that?” “Oh, yes, and frankly, I doubt I’d have been able to help you much against something this strong. It’s always a risk to take on summoned demons, and this particular breed is not…
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As Riven moved back to the metal cage where Athela and the young man were still waiting with excitement in their eyes, they began to urge him on to be faster. Athela’s face lit up with laughter while Riven produced the set of keys and came around to the front to try the lock, and he gave his minion the equivalent of a fist bump to one of her outstretched limbs while cursing under his breath amid the screams of battle. “You did so well!” Athela said with a chittering guffaw. “I can’t believe you…
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Riven blinked. Well, that wasn’t good…probably? Regardless, he began to move. With the cultists doing whatever weird summoning magic they’d set their intentions on and the lurker demon sucking a corpse dry—it was time. He slipped out of the door after slowly pushing it open and thanking God it didn’t creak. There were boxes and barrels to his right on the way over to the cages, and this is where he headed with heel-to-toe movements to reduce his noise as much as possible. Riven rubbed his eyes,…
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