David Martinez
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Most people in his situation would likely relish the position of power he held over the people he was currently pointing a sword at. Or at least, that's what Sarb thought as he ushered a bunch of dirty farmers out of their homestead point first. He wrinkled his large nose at the smell of piss, dubiously eyeing the wet stain running down the leg of the youngest man. There were a thousand ways he could justify his actions, a thousand reasons and excuses. But being honest with himself he knew exactly why. He…
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In his mind’s eye, Leif watched as the separated chunks of the skill finally slotted together, settling into their correct places. After countless attempts, he had slowly pieced together the correct process. He needed to will the skill together, all while maintaining a firm vision of the skill’s function. He had envisioned healing energy flowing into the hand, then being transferred into its target. The mental image had to be firm, but it also had to be held for an extended period of time. It…
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It was with more than a little trepidation that Leif deactivated , allowing him to slip from the trunk like a stone breaking the surface of a pond. Light and sound and smell all struck him at once, the clarity of his post evolution senses striking him all at once. He knew that increased one's ability to process stimuli, and strengthened perception though in ways he wasn’t too sure about. But this was a bigger increase than his admittedly vast increase to his attributes could explain. There was a…
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Evolving Without stalling any longer he opened up his system window, immediately a list of skills that had been changed by his evolution popped up. === → Time Born Sympathy: Aspects: You passively gain knowledge of events and changes that have occurred within your surroundings, the more significant these events the more clear they are to your sight. You may invoke the passage of time, seeing an echo of the past which you may project to those nearby. You have greater awareness of both your…
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To gain a class you required a certain aptitude or affinity for the power it would offer. The description of his current class mentioned his deviation from what a typical blight monster would do, and Leif had assumed that simply acting against the norm had been why he had been given the offer to According to the system’s descriptions of several of the classes, whatever the amber were, their council, and their power were long gone, dead for what may have been centuries. Was the system capable of…
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The world faded around Leif, all details, sensations and stimulus falling away into the background. The spriggan found himself standing in an empty place, whenever he tried to focus on anything but himself he felt his attention be pulled back in. He stood, no longer in tree form, though he didn’t notice the change. Leif looked down at his hands, they were covered in hardened bark, small ivory protrusions jutted out at random down his forearm. His body was lined in golden cracks, the amber blood within…
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The core fell, no longer held aloft by an invisible force. The air within the final chamber shifted, the unseen moving as death began to retreat, its dominion over this place no longer absolute. Leif felt the shackles holding back his aura and stifling his spell working fall away, he let out a long sigh, the sound whistling from the thin crack on his face. He took several steps backwards, then the dungeon core crashed into the ground, dust and malevolent energy washing over him. Somewhere off to the side…
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Undead poured through the cylindrical chamber, running, scrambling and crawling as they moved along the walls, the strange nature of the room allowing them to defy gravity. Hundreds emerged from the darkness, Leif could even see them on what from his perspective was the ceiling. The sheer amount of undead was a daunting obstacle, but Leif had more than enough reasons not to back down. For starters, he was in perfect condition, maybe more so. The strategy employed by the dungeon to whittle attackers down…
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A dozen spectres phased through the stone walls, floor and ceiling. Their translucent limbs were extended out towards him, their mouths stretched into feral snarls of agony and fury. Leif jerked back in surprise, raising his arms, both real and conjured to defend himself. Something cold touched his ankle, an icy chill shooting up his leg. Leif fell to a knee as the limb gave out, he glanced down and saw a ghostly hand wrapped around his lower shin. He struck out at the offending touch with one of his…
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It took Leif seven hours to reach the temple he had once used to escape the very place he was trying to reenter. This was because, to put it nicely, he took the scenic route. Due to this, a good quarter of Pherin’s streets were now free of undead. Bones and dust littered promenades that had once hosted hordes of skeletal monsters as they roamed aimlessly through the city. All things considered, it was quite the leisurely stroll through the ruins of civilization, he was only impaled three times total.…
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