So, I’m going to be real here. The real me for the real you, because, and it’s so hard to admit this, but I’ve sort of fallen for you. Not romantically like we’re going to run off together and ditch Dom. You know how I feel about Dom, but he feels similarly about you. Isn’t that strange? Pages of a book and I’m just a character and breaking a fourth wall and a rule that states that I can’t interact with you personally, but we want to. This success wouldn’t be the same without you. So. Thanks. And with that said…
“I’d like to see Kat, please,” I told Sammi back in that hallway where I’d just downed a full cup of wine.
“That’s great, so we can start the next one, right?” Sammi nearly bounced on those biker boots of theirs. The quill zipped through the air like Dom’s maybe-drunk crows. “You get Kat now and with as powerful as you are, I’m sure Cliff will be here before we all know it.”
My heart stopped as she appeared before me in that stupid peasant dress. Dom slipped in behind me, but he let me get to her first. Tears I couldn’t resist came down unheeded as we embraced. I just held on for a while. Sammi didn’t say anything, or maybe they did, but I didn’t hear them. I breathed in her scent, and she held me back.
“Are we in a castle?” Kat whispered into my ear.
“Yeah,” I answered in a huff, only barely noticing Dom slide in behind me. He didn’t demand his own hug, just stood there and let me drown in her for a while.
“Do I get to stay?” she asked.
“Not yet, but hopefully soon,” I mumbled into her hair.
“There’s a feast and a crowd of your mom’s admirers right through that door,” I finally heard something Sammi said.
“It’s only been a month or so for me.” I leaned back only enough to look Kat in the face. “How long has it been for you?”
“A little longer,” she admitted, and there was a maturity I hadn’t ever seen in her eyes before. Dom stuffed a handkerchief in my hand and wrapped his arms all the way around both Kat and me, and all my mind did for a blessed few minutes was sink in the safety of home.
Kat had remembered all the reboots just as Dom did now, but that had been because she’d died in the middle of that first one. Would she remember if I rebooted now? My mind whirled and I wanted to test it, but I didn’t want to let go. Still, if nothing was going to stick; if she wasn’t going to remember this reunion, I couldn’t bear the thought of her not knowing how I held her right now, needed her right now, loved her so completely right then.
“I need to know if you remember,” I pushed the button.
“I remember,” she said in our second loop, and my mind laughed and cried, my stat-boosted mega-body nearly collapsed in a heap of relief.
Will +1
“Want to meet the king?” I asked her, and she let me grip her hand in mine.
“Technically, she’s already met the queen,” Dom’s only admission of the same kind of feelings I had was that he kept a hand on each of our shoulders.
“You’re looking good, Dad,” Kat gave Dom a look. “Are you talking about Sammi or Cliff?”
“Neither,” Dom chuckled, trying to steer us toward the feast and the party beyond.
“I don’t think you want Kat going out there like that,” Sammi interjected, though we’d almost forgotten they were there. Sammi had moved on from demanding that we start another quest, but I knew it was just a matter of time.
Insert quick 80’s changing montage of trying on prom dresses, delete the prom and you saw what Dom and I did for ten minutes as Kat picked out something to wear from our extensive wardrobes. She picked the black leather I’d made for her, and my heart felt so full it could leap out and hug her too. Kat moved with a little more grace and a lot more confidence. Whatever had done that made me both sad and proud, even not knowing what it really was. I’d missed it, but it looked good on her. I hadn’t been there for her, but she’d bloomed somehow.
Perception +1
“You’re Queen of Thieves?” Kat grinned at me, tucking a few extra knives into her new inventory.
“You’re the princess,” Dom drawled out. “Or you will be, so your mom had to be the queen.”
“Funny,” Kat replied, her smile making me forget how to talk. It had just been so long, and we’d spent so much of our lives together, side by side. I’d done all this without her. I watched her for jealousy, but I only got love and happiness from her, even when I used my Sense Emotions spell, which I only did because I couldn’t believe my eyes alone.
Perception +1
Sense Emotion +1
Exp +10 (3,149,144/5,985,462)
“Your mom has just been dubbed Royal Vizier, head of the new and improved Mage Guild, and hero of the realm,” Dom bragged, and I could have kicked him. I didn’t want to shove it all in her face, the time we’d been apart or what I’d achieved without her when I’d failed so badly with her. I had to realize that had been as long ago for her as it had been for me. There were years of emotional growth that didn’t show on her sixteen-year-old face. Years that I’d been gone. Years that she’d had to redo when I’d reordered time itself.
“Is this a bad time to ask about your next Nemesis Quest?” Sammi butted in.
“Yes,” Kat’s eyes narrowed dangerously at Sammi.
“Yes!” I flung out my own protest.
“Sammi,” Dom admonished over us both. “Give us some time! It’s been a long hard battle and I think we deserve one night off.”
“Only if you promise you’re not stalling,” Sammi groused a bit. “Tomorrow.”
“Not tomorrow,” I shook my head, knowing we needed more time than that. Kat was level one. If I initiated that quest right now, she’d be dead by morning. “I need one week, Sammi.”
“A week?!” Sammi protested.
“I need time to level Kat up,” I tried to reason. Dom and I were betting a lot on being able to spend some time leveling Kat up.
“What choice do you really have, Sammi?” Kat butted in to say. “You can’t force us to initiate the quest this time. I’m not that stupid anymore.”
“Sammi, I promise you that I’m not just stalling, and that you will have a nemesis quest one week from today. We can meet at the bakery and figure this out over cinnamon rolls,” I told them, crossing my finger over my heart and holding up three fingers.
“A week is a really long time,” Sammi sulked, and they did not look convinced until I pointed at their clipboard. It wasn’t nearly long enough and if Sammi took one look at that clipboard they’d see why it wasn’t enough time.
“Is that the list of my next nemesis?” I knew it was.
Sammi blanched and gave me a look that you might find on a mouse that had just been thrown into a pit of hungry cats. “One week.” Sammi disappeared in a poof, the quill sprinkling some fairy dust behind it as it followed with a swirl. I tensed with my finger over a button, but it seemed to have worked.
I studied Kat, who moved a bit more like her dad than I remembered. Terra gave her a rub as we passed, but then went back to her chase of Dom’s crows. Dom introduced Kat to his crows, the king, and Cumbers, all of whom smiled at her warmly and ignored the fact that we couldn’t possibly have a daughter the same age as we were. Kat smiled and greeted people without that old neediness, angst, and bitter overachiever I’d remembered. We’d take this one night, but then we needed to power level Kat for all we were worth. As Dom led Kat around and introduced her, I was setting things in motion. When I took over with Kat, Dom would set his own things in motion.
Perception +1
On the surface, it was a day of feasting, dancing, and entertainment. Beneath the waves of frivolity, we plotted the demise of a level forty-two high priest with the ability to smite. The tunnel beneath the castle was being started using a dozen fledgling mages from the old mage school who just thought they were earning their earth elemental spells. On a tour of our bakery and a few other businesses, Kat got a few professions. In a rousing version of a rock ballad, Kat earned a few more professions and a bunch of stats as she danced for the crowd, Beau’s old hat still our favorite tip collector.
“What’s happened?” I asked Kat when we’d managed to find a quiet corner out of the crowds. Of course, I’d set up a popcorn stall. All three locations were going to sell out before the festival was over. The popcorn stand had earned us some pretty coins, but this one in the central square had sold out early. We sat on the counter, having saved a few bags for just such an occasion. “You look…different.”
“I should have figured that you’d notice.” Kat dipped her head, focusing on the bag of popcorn on her lap. Terra half-heartedly batted at a stray piece of popcorn and then settled down beside us to take a nap.
“How long have I missed?” I stole a piece of popcorn and popped it in my mouth.
“I graduated,” she replied flippantly, tossing a piece of popcorn to Malice, who had taken to following Kat around. I was glad that Dom was keeping on eye on her even as he was ordering the execution of several minor priests. The problem was that most of the members of the underground were lower level than us and we would be hard pressed to defeat the high priests even with our enhanced health and mana pools and our banquet of spells. Most of our new spells were low level until we could get a chance to work them up.
“Med school?” We’d walked across the stage together for our bachelor’s degrees so she couldn’t be talking about that.
“Not exactly.” She scrunched up a face that looked like the teenager I’d left behind but felt like someone older. I just wanted to know how much older.
Perception +1
“Don’t make me beg,” I pushed her shoulder in a semi-jest. “I don’t care except that you’re happy, and while you look more serious, you do look happy. That’s all that matters to me.”
“Welding?” she admitted, flinching away from me. Several slightly-tipsy-and-trying-to-hide-it nobles were stumbling around the edge of a crowd of people that were dancing to a lively jig of some sort. There were plenty of bards out and ready to scoop up tips. Our legs swung free, and we kicked them like we were on a porch swing trying to get it rocking.
My mind stuttered a little as I tried to grasp what she was talking about. It flashed to an 80’s dance movie and I tried to shake it out of my head, but what a feeling it gave me. It wasn’t that I protested at all. Maybe she’d learned welding to be able to forge blades. She felt happier but it had never occurred to me that she would be interested in welding.
Will +1
“I’m sorry,” Kat gave a laugh and threw an arm around me. “That was Cliff’s idea, and I knew it was dumb but in the many nights we sat around talking about what we’d say the next time you summoned us, that was the one that won.”
“There’s nothing wrong with welding,” I tried to say, but Kat was waving her hands at me.
“He said you’d say that,” she said, setting her popcorn aside. “We might have been a little tipsy at the time.” I don’t care what you say about how I raised my kid, but when she decided to drink, she did it under my roof without plowing some poor sucker down on her way home from a party. If she’d lived her days in a linear manner, she’d be old enough even for our old world laws, but I was having trouble with that concept. “I’m kidding. I didn’t go to medical school, but I didn’t spend my time in welding school either.”
“That’s fine too,” I shook my head at her. “What did happen?”
“We sold the house and joined a traveling circus?” she said, and it was in the same tone that she’d said she’d become a welder, so I didn’t know what to believe.
“Seriously, why the subterfuge?” I threw my arms up. “I don’t care. Just tell me.”
“I did,” she admitted. “I told him it wouldn’t work. Cliff said to tell you something even more outrageous than the truth and then tell the truth, but I told him it wouldn’t work.”
“So, what’s the truth?” I pressed her and please understand that half my mind was trying not to think about what Dom was doing so that I wouldn’t give away our plans on a page that Fizzbarren could read. That took a lot of brain power. I didn’t have a lot left to hear what Kat was saying.
“What could be more crazy than the truth, Mom?” she threw her hands up at me, but she was grinning. I didn’t get it. “We went to clown school and joined the circus.”
When my mind caught up, it goggled. I’d been ready for the idea that she’d given up on college. We’d all known that she and Cliff were coming here and that it was just a matter of time. My mind flexed like a rubber band and then snapped to Kat’s eyes. I resisted reaching out to stroke Terra. My mana was full even with all the cleans and repairs I was casting to keep our area of the festival clear of party debris.
“Oh, my gawds,” I said, shock evidently in every slope and curve of my face and body. “You’re serious.”
Intelligence +2
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“It’s not as crazy as it sounds,” Kat tried to hedge, taking my hands in hers. “Where else were we going to learn the kind of tricks that would serve us here?”
“Wait, what?” I was still trying to catch up. One good thing was that my mind was now completely clear of any plans against Fizzbarren.
“We bought a little run-down trailer off the sale of the house and used the rest of the money to buy into this little traveling carnival,” Kat explained to my wide eyes. “It was hard to find one that was still running the old-fashioned way. They were practically gypsies, though that’s a bad word now.”
She talked about knife throwing, trapeze school, clown tricks, magician stuff, animal husbandry, and even the mechanics of ride maintenance. She and Cliff had spent their time working up from concessions to backstage and finally animal handling and stage work in the main tent. We’d been on our way to med school. She’d joined the circus. Kids rebel, right? It was just a phase?
“Mom?” Kat jostled my shoulder to catch my attention. “You okay?”
“Uh, sure,” I said, my mind wanting desperately to hit that reset button, just to see if maybe I could reroll the dice on what Kat was saying. Part of my mind was so whacked that it considered it a possibility that the story would change on a reboot. Mine had.
“Mom, you look pale,” Kat worried enough to wake the snoozing Terra.
“What’s up?” Terra stretched and then seemed to notice my mind was not exactly stable at the moment.
“Terra, get Dad,” Kat told my cat, who stretched and sent a meaningful look to Malice, who took off for wherever Dom was. “I think I broke Mom.”
“So, welder was supposed to be crazier than the circus?” I asked, and even my one hundred twenty-seven Intelligence and one hundred twenty-six Will couldn’t catch up to what she was saying. “Or are you setting me up for something worse?”
“Mom, it’s okay.” Kat patted my hands in concern even as she was trying to hide a laugh. “I swear it wasn’t as bad as it sounds.”
“Hold on,” Terra was saying. “Dom’s coming.”
“I’m trying to think of something that might have been more shocking,” I was stuck on the logic of it. I had spent the last several weeks in an oasis of predictable insanity. I’d forgotten what unpredictable looked like. It was a whole new world in this loop. What had my nice sane little family done without Dom and I to look after them? They’d pulled up stakes and joined the circus. Perfectly reasonable.
Will -1
“They joined the circus?” Terra was saying just as Dom entered the mental link.
“Who joined the circus?” Dom growled. “I’m not far from there. Just stay put.”
All our little plans that we were working on around the rest of all this ground to a screeching halt. We would have to reboot again. That was okay. Another reboot would let me come back and find something sane to hold onto. The circus. The circus wasn’t that sane thing. It wasn’t like we didn’t have a bit to talk about. And I really wanted to talk to Cliff. Really.
“Cliff and Kat did the perfectly reasonable thing of selling our house and joining the circus,” I told my mind as it played tidily-winks on the carousel in my head.
Will -1
“Mom?” Kat was asking me.
“I’ll kill Cliff,” Dom was saying. “They’re kidding, right? She became a welder or something, right?”
“No,” I answered Dom in my head, not meeting Kat’s eyes. “They were kidding about welding school. This part Kat seems to be serious about.”
“Mom!” Kat shook me a little.
“The circus?” Dom wasn’t far, but he had skidded to a stop across that very crowded, noisy square. I could see him standing stock still across the crowd from me.
“The circus,” I nodded to him our eyes locked.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds.” Kat let her eyes drift to where I was focused on her dad. “I swear it’s not,” she called out to him.
Dom closed his eyes and the distance between us, a testament of his status and aura of command that people moved out of his way rather than let him walk into them. Was he more resilient than me? Probably. Maybe I’d shocked him enough in life that he was more used to it than I was.
“They learned knife throwing and animal husbandry,” I didn’t care for the high pitch of my voice. With all the food stalls counting as small businesses, I was very nearly on the board of directors for the Merchant’s Guild. I was the Royal Vizier and Noble of the Realm. I had toppled a haughty bard and an even haughtier college, but under all that, I was a mom.
Will -1
Dom flinched and his expression froze on a baffled look only our daughter could create in either of us. The Prince of Thieves, head of the Underground in the Capital and Siff, with two more cities half under his rule, shook his head like a drunkard trying to clear the buzz when a cop pulls them over, not that I knew what that was like. I guess under all that, he was a dad.
“They graduated,” I said and let it hang in the air a moment before finishing the news, “clown school.”
“I told Cliff this was a terrible idea.” Kat put her head in her hands and scrunched her hair into her fists. “I should have just told you some lovely little white lie that wouldn’t break my parents.”
“They learned ride maintenance too,” I nodded my head like a marionette.
“Frank Marino set us up with them,” Kat tried to knock through our shared shocked as Dom and I just stared at each other. I liked to consider myself an open-minded parent and I was ready for my kid coming out of the closet for almost anything, but when that closet was a clown car? “Does it help to say that our troop toured Europe?”
“The circus,” Dom and I said to each other, desperately grasping for a way to accept this.
It was one too many shocks for my stupid brain to catch up with. I don’t care what that character sheet says. Any person could have a five hundred in Intelligence and Will and Stamina and their kids are still going to throw them for a loop. I know some of you folks don’t like Kat, and I get that. I do. She thinks way outside of what boxes are ever supposed to look like and in a brilliant way that looks and sounds absolutely stupid or insane. I was the same way when I was a kid, so I got her. I always got her.
I laughed. Sure, it started out a little hysterical, but once I started laughing, it just bloomed into true mirth. The truth was that it made perfect sense and if I thought anything else after that first shock, I’d be a hypocrite. Where else was she going to learn the skills of a thief in that world? The skills transferred. Med school would have done nothing for her here. It was a compliment really. She’d had so much faith in the fact that I’d get her here to this world that she and Cliff had gone all in. When hadn’t Cliff been ready to walk off a cliff for or with me on some other crazy scheme I’d had back in the days?
Will +3
I wasn’t ashamed of their decision. Here I’d spent a whole tantrum of a book trying to convince you that college was a scam reinforced by some of the most diabolical brainwashing the world has known since Mussolini, it wasn’t like I could turn around and belittle my daughter’s choice to spurn the world for a traveling circus. The one thing I hated most was hypocrisy, but I can say without a doubt in my mind that God put children in our lives to expose our deepest forms of hypocrisy that we hide from ourselves. I’d been so stupid that I’d wanted to rewind it just to get a different answer than the brilliant truth, but I was okay with it. I could imagine that my mother would have died from shame, but I was a different kind of mom than she’d been.
Intelligence +1
Will +1
“It’s not crazy,” Kat was arguing with Dom when I finally pulled my shocked head out of my shocked ass.
“I’m not saying it was crazy,” Dom tried to reason with her. The odd part was that she sounded perfectly reasonable, and Dom sounded more than a little frayed.
“She thinks I’m crazy!” Kat waved a hand at me and crossed her arms over her chest. Yeah, that probably looks like she’s the one throwing a childish tantrum, but would you say that if she was the adult and I was the teenager?
“I don’t actually,” I said softly, scooting over a bit so Dom could sit next to me.
“Good.” Dom reached for my hand. “I was trying to tell her that, but she won’t hear it from anyone but you.”
“I was shocked, but I can’t help thinking how much you’re just like I was when I was younger, but I was wrong about that too,” I admitted, gratefully accepting a pastry that Dom pushed toward me. “I wouldn’t have thought of the circus, much less known how to find one. Joining one? That took guts I’m not sure I’ve ever had.”
Kat dropped her arms and leaned forward on her knees. “Really?” and I could tell she didn’t believe me. It hurt that she didn’t trust that I understood, but I could understand since I’d spent this time in a much more childish sulk than she’d shown since that stupid long-distance romance.
“I’m sorry,” I told her as straight as I could. I was and it stung to say it because I’d been wrong in a way that made me mad at myself. “I wracked my brain about where else you’d have gotten skills like that, and honestly, I couldn’t think of a better place to do it.”
Kat closed her eyes and let out a breath that collapsed her shoulders.
“And you look so much better than the last time I saw you,” I added, wincing as she laid her head on her hands and her shoulders started to shake. “Well, you did.”
“Only you,” Kat gave a wet, wry chuckle. “In the last seven months I’ve faced down a pissed off bear, taken care of an elephant with perpetual PMS, and fixed machines that should have been retired a hundred years ago, and I crumple at the thought of disappointing you. I’ve run the grift on tourists all over Europe, but a stupid joke falls flat with you.”
“I,” I started, feeling my own eyes getting misty, “I walked into this world’s version of that college without you and nearly lost my mind.”
“Have you ever had to forge a prescription for drugs for an elephant with diarrhea?” she asked. “Thank the stars we were in a small town with an old doctor who didn’t believe in electronic scripts.”
I told her the story of Alma Greyn’s disgrace and demise. She told me the story of a Ferris wheel that ran on two gallons of diesel and three kicks to its engine. I told her about Burnt frothing at the mouth as he tried to convince the king that he’d been framed, and me informing Burnt that his code of conduct didn’t trump the king after all. She told me about Christmas in a small town in France, where they’d sneaked into a barn because it was warmer than their rickety trailers. She’d flirted with an Austrian wrestler, had a one-week fling with a Russian gymnast, and turned down three proposals in Italy, one of which hadn’t been a drunk. She’d missed the running of the bulls in Spain, unless you counted the boys running after her because by then she was on the trapeze in a very tight leotard trimmed with flames under the stage name of the Flaming Angel. She’d seen England as she’d always wanted to do and managed to steal an entire Jack the Ripper tour group who’d tipped her more than what the tour normally costs.
Storytelling +1
Exp +10 (3,149,154/5,985,462)
There were worse things a kid could do between college, med school, and a crazy game world. My kid hadn’t just bummed around Europe, she’d taken it by the horns and run it through clown school. The next time someone says the equivalent of they’re going to run away and join the circus, or ride the rails as a hobo, or write a video game that changes the world, remember it’s those dreamers that actually do change the world. They only sound crazy until one crazy dream turns into sheering sheep in Ireland while waiting for your mom to summon you to another world.
No wonder she was looking and feeling so much more confident. In all her exploits, she’d only spent one weekend in jail and the charges had been dropped because she’d talked them into believing she’d been captured and forced to run scams by a slave ring that held her passport ransom. Where had Cliff been? He’d been hustling pool at the time to try to raise bail money, something he’d learned back in his Navy days. Turned out, Cliff made a really good clown and Kat assured us that he had a very good home until we were ready for him to join us.
The best part was that her stories were good. Kat didn’t know it yet, but she was going to surpass Fizzbarren and me when she finally put that pen to paper and dared to hit the publish button. Dom and I exchanged a look during a particularly expressive circus story. There are moments in every parent’s life when they realize that their children will surpass them. Some parents resist the pang of those moments. Some parents glow. I glowed enough that we didn’t notice the sun rise.
Name: Karma
Class: Mage-ish
Level: 25 (3,149,154/5,985,462)
Profession: Merchant (Level 10: 20/13,669), Cook (Level 8: 3,350/6,075), Teacher (Level 7: 500/4,050), Alchemist (Level 6: 650/2,700), Blacksmith (Level 6: 425/2,700), Carpenter (Level 6: 420/2,700), Leatherworker (Level 6: 320/2,700), Mercenary (Level 6: 300/2,700), Storyteller (Level 5: 480/1,800), Maid (Level 4: 220/1,200), Seamstress (Level 4: 200/1,200), Singer (Level 4: 140/1,200), Tanner (Level 4: 120/1,200), Bartender (Level 3: 220/800), Stablehand (Level 3: 190/800), Waitress (Level 3: 120/800), Woodsman (Level 3: 80/800), Butcher (Level 2: 120/500), Artist (Level 1: 100/300), Dancer (Level 1: 50/300),
Health: 23,166/23,166
Mana: 29,835/29,835
Intelligence: 128
Will: 127
Strength: 98
Constitution: 100
Charm: 131
Beauty: 20
Perception: 141
Dexterity: 115
Luck: 120
Skills: Acting (71), Alcohol Tolerance (29), Anatomy (1), Backstab (33), Barricade (33), Bartering (47), Bashing (26), Blacksmithing (70), Climbing (9), Comedy (22), Cooking (81), Dancing (20), Disarm (50), Disarm Traps (3), Dodge (85), Drawing (20), Duel Spell Wielding (25), Duel Wielding (66), Flirting (60), Grapple (62), Hide (37), Identify (99), Intimidation (26), Kick (43), Knife Fighting (83), Leatherworking (47), Locksmithing (25), Mana Infusion (5), Mana Manipulation (54), Management (23), Manic Charge (13), Meditation (65), Milking (3), Mischief (53), Multiple Foe Combat (50), Piercing (61), Poison Resistance (32), Pontification (10), Sewing (25), Singing (25), Skinning (6), Slashing (26), Sneak (58), Storytelling (33), Subtlety (30), Swordplay (11), Tanning (7), Teaching (43), Tracking (1), Unarmed Combat (35), Woodworking (41)
Spells: Bleach (93), Buffer (43), Cement Shoes (44), Create Spellbook (65), Cure Poison (48), Dark Vision (72), Disguise (69), Fireball (88), Glamour (24), Lesser Charm (41), Mental Vision (64), Lightning (80), Fog (50), Poison Cloud (92), Preserve (50), Basic Build (101), Dead Silence (80), Dust Devil (52), Soften Curse (11), Summon Familiar (52), Firestorm (85), Dispel Magic (10), Ice Spike (40), Snow (24), Icestorm (25), Wall of Frost (25), Dispel Ghost (25), Cure Deformity (4), Knock Out (13), Sense Emotions (8), Cup of Joe (19), Teleport (40), Bind Magic (41), Create Food (12), Animate Object (15), Drain Life (15), Drain Mana (15), Fertilize (7), Water Resistance (10), Fire Resistance (10), Cold Resistance (10), Summon Dart (15), Summon Armor (15), Mana Boost (10), Slow (7), Super Heal (99), Telekinesis (14), Telepathy (14), Magic Pocket (9)
Name: Dom
Class: Serial Killer
Level: 25 (3,245,090/5,985,462)
Profession: Merchant (Level 8: 2,200/6,075), Leatherworker (Level 6: 400/2,700), Mercenary (Level 6: 450/2,700), Teacher (Level 6: 420/2,700), Woodsman (Level 6: 340/2,700), Cook (Level 5: 300/1,800), Alchemist (Level 4: 150/1,200), Blacksmith (Level 4: 100/1,200), Carpenter (Level 4: 50/1,200), Maid (Level 4: 30/1,200), Tanner (Level 4: 20/1,200), Stablehand (Level 3: 200/800), Tailor (Level 3: 180/800), Waiter (Level 3: 120/800), Bartender (Level 2: 200/500), Butcher (Level 2: 170/500), Dancer (Level 2: 150/500), Singer (Level 2 100/500), Storyteller (Level 2: 50/500)
Health: 21,816/21,816
Mana: 21,311/21,311
Intelligence: 107
Will: 104
Strength: 110
Constitution: 106
Charm: 136
Beauty: 20
Perception: 126
Dexterity: 126
Luck: 120
Skills: Acting (31), Alcohol Tolerance (15), Anatomy (1), Backstab (97), Barricade (33), Bartering (34), Bashing (30), Blacksmithing (28), Climbing (75), Comedy (10), Cooking (40), Dancing (7), Disarm (90), Disarm Traps (55), Dodge (80), Duel Wielding (58), Exotic Weapons (3), Flirting (90), Grapple (54), Hide (80), Identify (99), Intimidation (71), Kick (41), Knife Fighting (77), Leatherworking (16), Locksmithing (32), Mana Infusion (7), Management (80), Manic Charge (3), Meditation (26), Milking (2), Mischief (30), Multiple Foe Combat (42), Piercing (58), Poison Resistance (51), Sewing (18), Singing (6), Skinning (12), Slashing (50), Sneak (98), Storytelling (7), Subtlety (5), Swordplay (25), Tanning (12), Teaching (25), Unarmed Combat (24), Woodworking (26)
Spells: Fireball (84), Buffer (45), Cement Shoes (49), Bleach (81), Create Scroll (6), Cure Poison (50), Dark Vision (72), Disguise (34), Glamour (25), Super Heal (95), Lighten Emotions (27), Mental Vision (62), Rain (55), Fog (50), Poison (66), Preservation (24), Fix It (95), Dead Silence (98), Dust Devil (45), Summon Familiar (85), Cup of Joe (1), Teleport (45), Bind Magic (47), Drain Life (10), Drain Mana (10), Sage Armor (10), Water Resistance (5), Fire Resistance (5), Cold Resistance (5), Summon Dart (7), Summon Armor (7), Telepathy (3), Telekinesis (3), Magic Pocket (3)
Name: Kat
Class: None
Level: 0
Profession: Dancer (Level 2: 250/500), Singer (Level 2 100/500), Butcher (Level 1: 70/300), Cook (Level 1: 50/300), Maid (Level 1: 30/300),
Health: 63/63
Mana: 63/63
Intelligence: 5
Will: 4
Strength: 4
Constitution: 5
Charm: 12
Beauty: 15
Perception: 16
Dexterity: 10
Luck: 7
Skills: Dancing (6), Cooking (5), Storytelling (5), Singing (4)