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start of a new chapter in her life.
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guardian for those that wanted one against those that would or could wreak such havoc.
Verone took off her armor, dropping each bit to the ground, shedding a metaphorical second skin before she donned the new one. As the dragon had been the catalyst for her metamorphosis, it's defeat signaled the
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in its current form, but the figure that reflected before her was not one that she knew. And beyond it, many other ghostly figures appeared; a crowd of spirits that appeared from the ether, standing somberly around her.
Verone saw herself in the armor. No more a pretender to Knighthood, but a true
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apparent victory.
A victory after a thousand losses was still a victory, after all, but among the halls of story and valor, these failures rang all the more painful in her sight. Who would tell their tales? Who knew of them?
She knelt before the remnants of a suit of armor on the ground, pristine
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Verone held the sword, and placed it in her scabbard, and then walked, wearily, toward the center of the loot pile currently raining down from the heavens.
All were free to take the loot. It belonged no more to her than to any of them, but each piece reminded her of the terrible cost of this
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DO IT IT'LL BE FUNNY
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I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU BOUND ME TO. A. P L U S H I E
the insolence. It will forever be remembered...
...this is a nice party.
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Good job
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to good use. She scooped up a magic longsword from off the ground and tested the weight; the blade shimmered with a red glow and the hilt resembled a dragon's eye.
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fell toward the earth. Swords, axes, shields, armor, materials and more fell like rain toward them, clattering to the ground. As Verone watched, she had a horrible realization.
"This... got 'em all from dead adventurers that couldn't stop it."
Well, they weren't using them anymore. Best put them
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as the sky heaved from the pressure of the detonation.
Verone stood up from the ground, below and just in front of Udo, raising a gauntleted hand to protect her eyes against the brightness of the explosion.
"S'that loot?" Verone asked through her thick accent, staring at bits of shiny metal that
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"I die, as a star might," Sundrinker lamented.
Fire detonated with enough force to knock each of them off their feet, a roar that could be heard for miles while the Sundrinker's form shot into the sky in a stream of energy. When it reached the clouds, it exploded, clearing the clouds in the area
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The dragon's form froze in place when Ahora's bullet landed, directly in the head.
Every fire in the city flickered, then was drawn in toward the dragon's hulking form, where it formed a brilliant red aura for just a moment before the aura imploded, sucked in toward the center of the dragon.
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|| π₯Ή thank you!!
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|| it really is!! I feel a little silly but I'm elated
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but weow I'm riding a high atm and I need to go to bed
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Can I keep a scrap of its soul and bind it to a doll? I find the banter amusing.
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strike], as the Sundrinker now stood on the precipice of a crippling defeat.
"DESTROY THE SUNDRINKER!"
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A gust of wind exploded from the dragon's body, an echo of the Sundrinker screaming as it was rent from the corpse to be sealed away within a doll.
Time slowed as the dragon stopped all motion, frozen in that pivotal moment of vulnerability, and Verone's shout emboldened her allies [+10 to next
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knew.
"AS ONE!"
The Knight turned, an echo of her ancestor standing superimposed over her form, as the blade seemed to reach a mile in length and cleaved down through the face of the dragon, through the neck and chest, through the abdomen, through the hips, to the tip of the tail.
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"STAY OUT OF THIS," Sundrinker screamed internally.
A fist broke through the shard within its chest, gauntleted and bloody. A woman with pink eyes and hair and her teeth bared with all the fury she could muster materialized a sword of radiant light in her hand, like the Knight ancestor she never
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ever faster, racing toward the Monk to deliver what it saw as sweet justice and retribution.
The glow from the chest of the dragon reached a blinding peak, the light breaking out into pinpricks that illuminated the ground beneath them with an almost holy light.