David Martinez
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Leif stared down at the campfire, if he had a face capable of emoting it would possess a look of contemplation, perhaps consternation. This hadn’t been here during the battle, for one it was in the middle of what had once been a commonly walked path. For another, the area surrounding it had been cleared of the recent plant growth. The spriggan began to explore the bluff, his surroundings illuminated by starlight. Back when this place had been an imperial outpost the secondary, smaller bluff he now found…
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Leif could have taken the first skill fusion in any number of different directions. He had some fairly wild ideas and some potentially crazy aspirations. But it was important to start simple and work his way up. The reason Leif settled on combining one of his newest skills and his combat comprehension skill together was two fold. The first was more experimental, ever since his rebirth Leif had adapted to his new body and classes by adopting a fighting style best described as: brutal. He would get up…
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The first choice was simple. was an enhancement skill, almost certainly with the sub aspect. And while Leif only received a general impression of both skills, he could relate the feeling gave off to other skills he possessed. may be a potent increase to his offensive potential, but , and all granted a bonus to skills via their class perks. === Enduring Grit: Aspects: You gain an increase to your physical resilience. The more injured you become, the greater the enhancement from this skill.…
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Not just because it hadn’t given him any attributes beyond the usual five free points always granted, though he was slightly annoyed. Instead he read the description of what actions had resulted in the experience gain for the level up. He sensed another pin prick of death energy enter the limits of his perception, then vanish. === Settle: Aspects: You may put down roots, returning to your more traditional form. While transformed you enter a restful slumber, the passage of time easing deep…
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A tree, twelve and a half metres tall with smooth ivory bark topped with a canopy of vivid crimson leaves stands at the north most point of a rocky bluff. Said bluff was south of its much larger and less isolated sibling, and both contain the remains of stone and wood structures devastated by the recent battle. Crimson leaves partially hang over the northern edge of the bluff, the tree’s smooth trunk tilted at a slight angle. At the bottom of a ravine that divides both stone formations lies the…
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Flavia Vin fidgeted behind her desk as she desperately tried to forget the hills of paperwork, not quite tall enough to be considered mountains, in front of her. She did so in the way she had been taught growing up, without any movements of her body or any nervousness reaching her face. The kind of fidgeting only possible if you get beaten for appearing to not pay attention to lessons by the family tutor. The kind of fidgeting that involved mentally pushing and pulling small, mostly opaque grey…
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Leif forced himself to look away from the dozens of terrified faces that stared in horror at the retreating Empire’s Mercy. Far below, the wreckage of the bisected skimmers smashed into the rocky ground, they splintered and sparked at the impact, the sound echoing up like a haunting, dissonant melody. The single surviving smaller skimmer cast off from the side of the bluff. It was full, the raft-like vehicle dropping dangerously. It was at the very limit of its capacity, forty people crammed themselves…
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In the skies above Far-reach a formian princess fought to kill. No longer was it good enough to simply keep the humans away from her sire. The very last of her family was now actively participating in the slaughter below, X couldn’t let her opponents have an opportunity to strike out against her. And so she fought, fending off three fighters while actively going for the kill. She lashed out at the blond haired woman, the archer having survived the backlash of her skill’s detonation and the strike X…
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A team of three imperial thaumaturges cleared the street wide stone arch with wind and heat controlling skills as streams of people moved to where the three sky skimmers were hastily being pulled around the sides of the bluff. On the side Leif was standing, a temporary barricade was being hastily erected. The undead still rushed through the outpost in a near continuous stream. Fortunately their progress was being stalled by teams of soldiers holding the winding choke points of Far-reach’s streets.…
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Kaan Alfredi, commander of the Ahle-ho garrison, captain of the Empire’s Mercy, bondmate of an ancient guardian, and grandfather to forty seven grandchildren made the sky weep at his approach. He hung in the sky, as if the very air was capable of supporting his greatness. His well oiled moustache and beard remained perfectly still, despite the chaotic lashes of wind and rain that surrounded him. In fact, he wasn’t wet at all, a benefit of mastery over weather magics. Despite his age, Kaan Alfredi…
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