Warborn, Part 4: The Emporium
A LitRPG Post Apocalyptic Progression Fantasy (Warborn: The Novellas)
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Narrateur(s):
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Michael Norman Johnson
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Sarah Puckett
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Auteur(s):
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JD Glasscock
À propos de cet audio
Part Four to the New Series by the Author of Nocturne—A Retired Master Sergeant Sucked into an Inter-Galactic Arena Called the Crucible of War, a Man Chained by The PTSD of Deaths He Committed in a Fit of Madness. At His Side, His Best Friend, His Kid, His Cane Corso, Bose.
In the scope of Primal Hunter and Defiance of the Fall as far as an expansive universe, world building.
A LITRPG Post Apocalyptic Progressive Fantasy
They've made it through the Iron Dungeon but not without a heavy cost, mentally and spiritually, for Jeb. His madness once again flared up, instigated by the revelation some of his soldiers have been pulled into the Crucible of War, and yet, they still have no clue where humanity will land, in which deranged City they will be shoved into, and if it is not Blood City, how they will get to them?
One thing is sure, Jeb would never abandon his Soldiers but they have far more on their plate than just humanity as they exit the Dungeon into the still waiting teeth of Greenskins looking to end them. They are also joined by some crazy Blood-elf Woman with questionable motives but they have no time to figure it out when blood is in the offing and the Emporium's gates are in sight. Jeb struggles hard to think clearly with all that has happened, the guilt eating his soul along with the PTSD for the use and abuse he subjected his Boy to against the final Boss.
His sanity and guilt are just two of many weights crushing his shoulders. He is told within a couple years Earth will have the System dropped on its head and the Great Galactic Empire, not far behind. His immediate impulse is to go to his home and defend it but none have ever escaped the Crucible of War in the long history of its debauchery, ever.
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