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Name: Admatha Sullivan Marwood
Titles: Iron Will
Race: Homo Sapiens (Mutation x2)
Overall condition, acceptable: Status: Mana: 33/33, tired
lv 1, 0/100
Subclasses,
Locked (lv 15)
Locked (lv 25)
Locked (lv 35)
Main Class: Necromancer
Affinity: The Ancient
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stats
Body: 2.17, 2.17/30 x0%
Toughness: 6.03, 4.82/10 x20% (Mutation x2)
Endurance: 3.02, 3.02/10 x0%
Fortitude: 4, 4/10 x0%
Mind: 5, 5/10 x0%
Will: 8.57, 8.57/10 x0%
Tolerance: 2.1, 5.17/10 -60% (Mutation x2)
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Skills:
Inform, lv MAX: Activate to reveal an item's info card or yours if you so desire, items must not be currently be possessed by a living creature.
Animate Dead, lv 0: Animate a fallen humanoid corpse/complete skeleton as a minion, costs 35/15 mana, casts in 0.5 seconds.
Boneworks, lv 0: skeletal minions, remain till they fall, as knowledgable as you under most circumstances. Costs 35 mana, you've currently animated 0/1 skeletons.
Fleshworks, lv 0: fleshy minions, Rapidly decays after 24 hours, retains only the knowledge they had in life. Costs 15 mana, you've currently animated 0/3 zombies.
Unseen Whispers, lv MAX: No words need be spoken to command the damned.
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"Lord that's bright." I stared at the screen while slowly lowering my eyes further down the list. It didn't take long before I reached the end.
I attempted to start standing up, but it seemed as though I may have forgotten something. With a nice sharp rip, I further tore open the holes I'd opened in my blanket.
"Tsk, right." I removed the spikes that had pierced the fabric along with my claws. Now finally up on 2 feet again, I headed over to my desk and flipped my light back on.
pulling the blanket off the floor I put it back on my bed before sitting down at my desk.
I'd have to go see the mayor tomorrow and inform him, no doubt he'll be pissed as all hells. A fair reaction. But first, let's get a nice good look at all these stats, yeah?
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Body: The amount of force you can physically exert with your body, affects your legs much less than your arms. Increase your base by working out or pushing yourself in combat.
Toughness: Your body's ability to continue to operate whilst wounded and survive injury, note that this does not affect the pain you experience. Increase your base by getting throttled
Endurance: How long you can work your body before reaching exhaustion. Your prescription to raise this stats base is leg day.
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Fortitude: Your courage, and ability to face death, can't be raised with free stat points, raise your base by being courageous, and facing death without regret.
Mind: Your ability to regenerate mana. Raise your base by consuming mist echoes.
Will: Your maximum mana pool. Raise your base by interacting with magic
Tolerance: Your body's ability to tolerate the mist. raise your base by consuming mist cores.
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Nothing, particularly strange here, just the stuff I knew before. This damn screen knows less than I do. Why doesn't it say that each point in Will is +1 to your 25 base? Or how each point in Tolerance is 8 hours unharmed in the mists. Oh well, who am I to question how the 3 play their game.
I flicked off my light and went to bed once more. I can do more thinking when I don't feel like a sack of dirt.
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I walked out the back door of the Orphanage. It wasn't my job to take care of the little miscreants, I just did the books in exchange for a room in a place with running water and electricity. I felt my "foot" press into the ground outside, I'd always thought about getting a custom-made shoe for it, until I was given a price.
I set on down the dreary cracked cement road. It was slightly drizzling. You'd think the mist would've resulted in a lot of rain. But it's entirely magical in nature. The Cycle doesn't have any fancy effects on this world like how The Weave brought the mists, or how The Ancient brought the dungeons. they are a god representing the mundane after all.
With a turn to the left, I came upon an old apartment complex, a few souls were outside filling bottles with water from the pump outside. Most places didn't have personal water, and electricity was exclusively for shops, the orphanage, the bathhouse, and the mayor's apartment.
To my right was the bathhouse. I only ever used it on Friday, it was the 1 designated day for hot water. It was always busy on that day, otherwise, it was a quiet place.
After a minute or two I reached my current goal, it was right here at the end of the 1st apartment buildings. It was a normal house once, now it had been converted into a store, with the jingle of a bell I walked into Isiah's.
"Hold up, I'll be right there!"
To my left were metal shelves stacked all along the length of the walls. It was cluttered with just about everything you could imagine. He didn't sell weapons or any of that stuff, he ran a general store.
I maneuvered my way past the many collums of shelves till I reached the front desk. I sat at the counter, which I'm more than certain came from a bar. How he got it here is a question I don't have an answer too. I could just ask, but I really can't be bothered.
Isiah practically tripped down the stairs as he came down holding 2 fair-sized boxes before almost falling at the bottom and placing the boxes.
"Jesus christ dude, slow down!"
"Mhm!"
At first, when I met him, I thought that cheery voice of his was fake. Yknow, store manager stuff. After hanging with him a few times I learned that he's just a jolly guy. Which is both weird and appreciated. Most people sucked to be around, buncha downers round here.
"Anyway, Whadya need today?"
"Just wanted to know if those new tips were done?"
"Mhm! I'll go get em!"
And as swiftly as he arrived, he was back upstairs. He wore a dark blue shirt like pretty much every time I saw him, with his signature jeans. His hair was somewhat long and, "curly", I guess, more like a total mess though. He was a somewhat above average dude, 6,1 or 6,2 in height, and looked pretty average, besides his eyes.
I reached my hand into my left pocket and retrieved my pocket watch, with a click it opened and read 9:17 A.M. I'd purchased this very watch from him as well. He was just a guy who really had everything, he could fix just about anything for you. I put my watch back in my pocket as I saw him descend the stairs in a much more controlled manner than last time.
"Here ya go!"
"Mhm."
"Need anything else?
"Nope.
"Perfect! You wanna hang man?"
"Nah bro, I'm gonna be busy today."
"You? Busy? I haven't heard that excuse before."
"Cause it's not an excuse, today's really gonna be busy."
"If ya say so dude, tomorrow?"
"We'll see."
"Anyway I gotta go!"
I turned around and started heading for the door.
"See-ya man!"
And once more the bells rang, and I was out the door. I sat on the steps outside and started putting my new rubber tips on. the 1st spike was just below the middle of my elbow, only 5 inches long, but was consistently the one that caused me the most trouble because it sloped outward a good bit. Then I tipped the one near my upper middle arm, it was easily the least problematic, it was only 6 inches long, and it sloped towards my shoulder. It caused me practically no problems. And last was the one in the middle of my arm just below my wrist. At 9 inches it was the largest, it only was really a problem if I wasn't paying attention, sure it was long and sloped outward a little. But otherwise, it was fine.
Each claw was about 5 inches long, and wickedly sharp. Nothing particularly special 'sides that missing thumb thing. The part where my ring and middle finger had fuzed was always fairly uncomfortable. For whatever reason the flesh there was a little thinner than elsewhere, Scrathy surfaces really did me in there.
The mutations weren't all bad though, The grey divited flesh of my arm and leg was a fair bit tougher and healed much quicker. You'd think it would've messed with the color of my blood at least a little. But it was as red as before it happened.
With my quality of life regained I set off once more.
Now it was time to face the music I suppose. All you had to do to reach the mayor's apartment was walk down 3 blocks. Mud tooth was made nearly entirely of about 5 blocks of apartments. And so I set off.
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I reached Greenwood Apartments' main office. It's a store I'll probably visit soon but not my goal right now. Just past it was my destination. An apartment, no different than any other but apartment 317, was the mayor's office. I reached the bottom of the steps and took note of the building.
It's no different than any other, 4 stories tall, 8 rooms per staircase. The stairs were outside so they'd suffered a bit, the cement cracked. and even a little rebar was exposed. Of all the building materials, cement and concrete were still somewhat intact. While the mist mutated trees and such, things we'd already built with wood and other materials remained untouched like sacred ground.
Each staircase had 2 doors at the bottom, and if you went up a story you'd reach the next set of doors. Each apartment building had about 32 rooms in total. But that's beside the point, because at the top of this staircase on the right, was a soon-to-be pissed old guy.