David Martinez
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Snow fell in heaps around Leif, some landing on his head and shoulders, others impacting his legs and arms. He sat in a daze, blinking at the world of white in confusion. Trembling hands were raised in front of his face. Four ivory white fingers tipped with sharp claw-like tips. A palm and wrist made of twisted wood, bumpy and with grey vines tipped with red leaves sprouting along the length. He touched shaking fingers to his face. It felt smooth, hard with a firmness to the shape. And, for some reason,…
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Leif gasped in a lungful of air, a phantom sensation of biological processes restarting rippled through his body like the rumblings before an eruption. He coughed and fell to his knees, hands around his throat and head reeling. Hands, knees, throat… “What,” he spluttered, “what is this?” “I think you already possess the appropriate knowledge to come to a quick and decisive understanding.” A chipper voice said. Leif groaned and turned in the direction of the response. “You look…
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‘Would you like to evolve?’ The words were so strange, like the past eleven years had been just for this moment. He had grown used to the voice of the before, whispering instinctual knowledge into his mind. Like a series of well grown roots, supportive and reliable. But now, that voice was silent. As if unsure for the first time. He waited, then waited some more. A full week passed. He was still excellent at it. Eleven years of doing mostly that had given him more than enough practice.…
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Another prompt, Leif now vaguely understood what this meant. The meaning of the system messages were still hazy, but with a little focus… Yes, he felt he knew. Faces he didn’t know, places he didn’t recognise, sorrow he didn’t understand. The realisation settled onto his consciousness like a weight. As if now that he knew that something was not right, the sheer amount he didn’t understand, he didn’t know, might crush him. To distract himself Leif returned to the system prompts. After a…
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To say that Leif didn’t understand what was going on would be an understatement. To say he was pleased with the current happenings would be a gross misassessment of the situation. That fire had But then, for whatever reason the flames had stopped and presences started moving forward in small groups of twos or threes. Leif was desperate, what if these presences had more fire? He lashed out, killing all who got too close. Before long seven goblins lay dead, their vitality rapidly draining away.…
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Gret Koll knew the folly of his kind. How they bickered and fought over scraps. When his clan had been forced to flee their spawnland they had endured tribulation and struggle. When Gret, one of the youngest of his clan, had finally reached the level ten milestone and evolved it hadn’t taken long for him to usurp the current chief. He had burnt the old fool alive; nothing could withstand his magical flames. Obedience from his fellow goblin had only been natural, loyalty a forgone conclusion. So why,…
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Goblins weren’t overly intelligent. And before anyone starts accusing this story of being exclusively about stupid people allow me to clarify. Goblin’s didn’t They were monsters spawned from the ruins of civilization, the usual grinding wheel of natural selection didn’t apply. Doing the dirty and waiting for storks to deliver baby goblins just wasn’t how they did things. Speaking of birds, the goblin tribe currently stalking through the young wilderness near a certain tree possessed several.…
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Garden warfare between two trees wasn’t overly exciting. was a remarkably ineffective skill, if either plant monster had practised or pushed their limits the skill would have been far more potent. The enemy tree countered, it’s own spear of wood striking out at Leif’s advancing roots. This counter was in turn countered, and then that counter was countered. Fronts were made, lines were drawn, should hostile roots cross into the others territory they would be set upon. Stabbed and strangled. Leif…
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Birds chirped in Leif’s branches as the early morning sun filtered through the sparse canopy. It, or rather, he, now comprehended why the small forest animals seemed attracted to his form despite their survival instincts likely screaming at them to stay away from the . And it wasn’t because they were idiotically ignoring the concept of self preservation. === Aura of Nobility I: Aspects: Your auric presence possesses traces of your noble baring and lineage. You may display your intent through…
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Within a form of wood a consciousness stirred, it had done so several times now. Each spark of thought was greater than the one before it, more focused and slightly faster. With every thought it became more and more aware, aware of its surroundings, the taste of dirt, the warmth of the sun, the feeling of small legs climbing its branches. Small pinpricks of light shone in its mind's eye. Each corresponding to the small animals scampering around. The instincts of its species screamed at the tree to…
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