3 Days Later
Level and Hit Die:
3, 3
Current HP/MHP
24/24
Armor Class
11
MP
32
Class:
Wizard
Name:
Vey
Race:
Skeleton[Human, Male, Adult]
Subrace:
None/NA
Alignment:
Lawful Evil
Height
5’6 ft
Attributes:
MHP
STR
CON
DEX
INT
WIS
CHA
SPD
LCK
NAC
Base:
8
10
11
10
8
6
6
30ft
2
10
Race:
0
0
0
2
0
0
0
0
0
0
Study:
0
NA
NA
NA
2
1
0
NA
NA
NA
Effects:
0
0
0
0
4
4
4
0
0
0
Total:
8
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10
11
12
14
11
10
30ft
2
10
Proficiencies
Skills(Passive)
Skills(Active)
Magic Effects
Pacts and Curses
Simple Weapon
Proficiency
Undead Endurance
Alacritous Cogitation
Positive Energy Weakness
Simple Tool Proficiency
Death Blow
Overcast
Negative Energy Healing
Light Armor Proficiency
Preparation Spellcasting(Wizard 3)
Undead Lieutenant
Spellcraft(Wizard)
Awakened
Lifetime Achievements
Titles
Human(Common) Killed: 3
Awakened One
Magical Breakthroughs: 1
Arcane Thesis
Orcs(Common) Killed: 1
Elves(Common) Killed: 1
Spells Available for Casting: 10(Wzd Lvl + IntMod + 5)
Spell Mana Costs
Light
1
Permanent Light
2
Cutting Hand
2
Fist of Stone
2
Magic Missile
2
Mage Armor
2
Detect Magic
1
False Aura
4
Firebolt
2
Mirror Image
4
Vey finally checks its status after finishing and promptly testing its [Mirror Image] spell. Vey has decided to, for the foreseeable future, attempt to focus on using enhancement magic, as well as tricks and subterfuge to land devastating melee attacks, with its ranged attack magic serving more as a backup or surprise option. Hiding amongst its fellow undead using [False Aura] should be its priority from here on out. It learned rather immediately after casting [Detect Magic] for the first time that without masking its aura, it would be clearly identifiable using similar detection magic without a spell like [False Aura].
Vey has noticed that its progress on creating and testing new spells has gotten much better since its level ups, which it currently attributes to a combination of its Alacritous Cogitation skill allowing for rapid bursts of calculative ability in exchange for MP, and the increased wizard level meaning it is somehow ‘better’ at spellcraft, even if Vey doesn’t understand how. The proof of this is in its spellbook, Vey managed to reverse engineer all of the spells it saw the adventurers use, and create four new spells in just three days. Without even working at full focus, as Vey still has to periodically stop to tend to Sera(who has also managed to eat food from Vey in addition to drinking).
Sera thinks Vey is being too quiet. She knows it would be too much to expect from the skeleton to talk to her while she lays on the bed injured, but the longer she stays still on this bed, the same one from that time, the more her thoughts continue taking her down darker and darker paths. She wondered if maybe this is Vey’s form of torture, forcing her to lay in a pool of her own sweat on the same bed she was defiled on, getting her bodily fluids cleaned off of her bed only once a day, waiting for either her wound to heal or for some unnoticed infection to claim her. Now though, she knows better. Vey has been doing all it understood to do in furtherance of Sera’s survival, and she no longer doubts that Vey does indeed want her alive, at least for now.
What’s bothering her is the silence. Vey says almost nothing beyond muttering to itself as it researches, and even when caring for her needs it only ever tells her what it is doing, and asks her basic questions on how the wound feels, if she needs more water, or so on. Even now, as she’s beginning to feel like she might be able to get up and do things herself in the next couple of days, Vey has said almost nothing. Every time she tries to work up the courage to talk to Vey, it will shush her if it is near, always with that same gesture of putting a finger over her lips, or it will simply tell her to ‘rest’ in that same emotionless tone.
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1 Day Later
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Sera finally managed to convince Vey that she can talk without straining herself, and that she can sit up and such without tearing the wound open, but Vey had flatly refused to let her leave the living quarters or try and use her right arm. Periodically she watches Vey leave the living chambers, leaving its notes and such behind. She initially assumed Vey was going to check on the undead, or the state of the dungeon, but thought to ask when Vey came back with blood on its left claw.
“Where did you go?” Her voice is notably a bit strained, though from lack of use or from her mild pain, she can’t tell.
“Sorting through the corpses, killing the rats, equipping the undead.” Vey responds with nary a hint of explanatory intent, which annoys Sera slightly.
Sera knows that talking to Vey had been easy before her injury, and that their conversations had been quite engaging and enjoyable, but now, it is beginning to feel painful to talk with the skeleton. She thinks the only reason she managed to hold it together for so long was due to having someone to talk to, if Vey hadn’t seemed interested in talking to her, she imagines she would have lost it almost immediately after that time. The fact that Vey still refuses to let her put a shirt over the bandage and the fact that Vey refuses to let her help when changing it haven’t helped the process of her trying not to think about it.
Vey knows Sera is uncomfortable, but doesn’t really know what to do. Before the invaders, she had stormed off after a particularly strained conversation. It remembers her eyes looking to be on the verge of tears as she went, and so Vey doesn’t really know where to begin. It doesn’t want to upset her again, not when her lashing out in anger or sadness might cause her to open her wound, so it stays silent. Nearly three full days of almost zero words is probably why she looks so uncomfortable to Vey, but Vey struggles to understand the concept of sociality as an undead with very few mental health needs.
The compromise comes when Sera finally tries to put some weight on the injury, lifting the blanket with her right arm, and using both arms to push herself standing. Vey immediately hops up from its seat, only to be met by Sera’s voice, and the palm of her left hand facing Vey.
“I can do basic things on my own now. It’s healing well enough… Just please… Tell me why?” Sera’s voice trails off at the question, as though she meant to ask something more specific but failed to do so.
“Why what?” Vey asks hesitantly, taking a few steps around the table to stand directly in front of her.
“Why… Care for me, the way you have? And why stay silent the whole time? And why not tell me about what happened after I fell unconscious, and why…” Sera’s tone picks up into an elevated and frustrated rant before falling silent as she puts both her arms to the side. Vey sees the droplets of moisture building up in her eyes, and doesn’t respond until it sees her finally begin crying.
“I wanted to, and then I didn’t know what to say. You don’t need to know what-” Vey’s voice is cut off by Sera’s body crashing into Vey’s, and it feels her left arm wrap around its bony rib cage. That must be unbearably uncomfortable, Vey thinks. But it doesn’t stop her.