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Rise of a Dark Lord

Onyx is a 14 year old orphan girl. In a world where magic is commonplace, she is one of the very few "Louses", people with no magical power whatsoever - or so she thought. One day, after she meets an old man, she realizes she might not be powerless after all. [SYSTEM INITIATING...]

MonarchOfAbsolute · Fantaisie
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Aria

As Onyx and Muck ventured down the dungeon, the woman's screams were more and more loud. The sound of battle could be heard in the distance, filled with a cacophony of clashing metal, grunts, and battle cries. There were also the screams of the wounded and dying.Suddenly, as they came around a corner of the crevice, they encountered a girl. The young woman was surrounded by a horde of high-level goblins : orcs. It was a young woman in her early twenties, with a lithe and agile build. She stood at around 5'7" tall, with long, wavy brown hair that cascaded down to the small of her back in loose curls. Her features were striking, with high cheekbones, full lips, and a small, straight nose. Her eyes were a deep, bright blue, which seemed to sparkle with intelligence and vitality. However, a sense of hopelessness now filled her eyes.

Next to the girl lied a bloody corpse, motionless on the ground, its limbs twisted and contorted in an unnatural position. Blood oozed out from numerous wounds, staining the ground with a deep red hue. The once-pristine clothing was now torn and shredded, revealing deep gashes and puncture marks on the body. The face, once full of life and emotion, now bore a vacant expression, eyes staring off into the distance, forever frozen in their final moment of terror and agony. The smell of death and decay filled the air, overwhelming the senses with a sickening stench.

Without hesitation, Onyx drew her sword and rushed towards the horde of orcs, quickly followed by Muck, who provided support from the rear. As they joined the girl, Onyx and Muck stood back to back, surrounded by the horde of snarling orcs. The stench of their foul breath and sweat filled the air. Onyx gripped her Goblin Cleaver tightly, while Muck held his jagged staff, ready to cast a spell.

The orcs charged forward, their crude weapons raised high. Onyx and Muck braced themselves for the impact. As the first orc swung his club, Onyx sidestepped the blow and brought her sword down with all her might, cleaving the orc in two. Muck lunged forward, driving staff deep into an orc's chest. The orc fell to the ground, writhing in pain. More orcs closed in on them, but Onyx and Muck fought back with all their strength.

Onyx darted around the orcs, dodging their attacks and striking whenever she saw an opening. Muck fired spells in wide arcs, felling orcs left and right. The two fought as one, their movements fluid and precise. The orcs grew more frenzied with each passing moment, their bloodlust driving them forward. But Onyx and Muck refused to give ground. They held their position, their weapons flashing in the dim light of the dungeon. As the last of the orcs fell, Onyx and Muck stood panting and covered in blood. They looked at each other and grinned, a sense of camaraderie and respect passing between them. They knew they had faced a deadly foe and emerged victorious.

[5060 EXP] [LEVEL UP !] [YOU HAVE ACHIEVED LEVEL 10 !] [YOU HAVE UNLOCKED A CLASS QUEST !] [SKILL UNLOCKED : SHADOW BINDING]

Onyx turned around, facing the dashing woman. "What's your name ?", she asked, her cheeks flushed. "Aria", she stuttered, as she fell to the ground from shock and bloodloss.

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