David Martinez
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Szesis was The two humans he had caught snooping around had been after the same thing he was. But instead of fighting to the death they had agreed to his proposal of doing his work for him. That had sucked, no entertainment value at all. The second event had been… well, almost alarming. It wasn’t every day you witnessed a member of the Darkwoods roaming around outside their vast territory. He had partially hoped the one he had noticed casually walking through the ruined streets of Pherin had been a…
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Leif flowed from one stance to another. The basic forms flew by and the exercise increased in complexity, speed and overall difficulty. He reached the peak of the intermediate training, from experience if he pushed himself the phantom would ramp up the difficulty again but Leif knew he wasn’t ready. Instead he worked the movements into his muscle memory, and time flew by. His thoughts wandered to what the two humans had told him. It was a lot to take in, but it confirmed a few things. Monster…
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Leif brooded while he waited for his skill to recover after overuse. Imagine for a moment, that if, whenever you wanted to talk, you had to solve a puzzle cube while balancing on a tightrope. Ok, now imagine something more sensible but equally as challenging. What I’m trying to get across is that it wasn’t easy. Leif and Marcus sat off to the side watching Sieg get further and further into the statues training, with every attempt he grinded away, progressing more and more. The large man's…
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Apparently Marcus and Sieg had a campsite set up in one of the previous chambers the two men had explored in the few days they had been exploring the underground complex. They had given Leif directions and told him they would leave the tunnel doorways open. Sieg grumbled about ‘trusting a monster’ but he didn’t seem to care enough to do anything about it. The man was complaining out of obligation rather than worry, and Leif didn’t really blame him. Judging by how proficient Sieg was with his…
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Sieg cursed and threw his axe aside and crossed his arms. Marcus laughed from where he and Leif were watching. “It’s a whole lot less amusing when it's you failing.” Sieg muttered, stepping out of the pool and recalling his axe with some sort of skill. The projection fuzzed away. After the first few stances the phantoms began to shift between forms with faster and faster movements. Sieg could only get a few repetitions in before losing the rhythm. Leif motioned at Marcus with his aura, pointing at…
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After several minutes of letting his enhanced healing, courtesy of his class perk do its work, Leif got to his feet. He stumbled over to his arm and picked it up. All around the three dozen or so statues seemed to stare at him, judging. He absorbed some of the water at his feet but it did little good. He staggered over to one of the statues, a well muscled figure with a javelin over one shoulder. Tentatively he reached out and touched its upper thigh. Nothing, just as his senses had been telling him.…
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Leif was shepherded towards the central district of the city. Goblins jeered in a wide ring surrounding him as he retreated away from their leader. They threw rocks and fragments of roof tiles, some even loosed arrows in his direction. But his attention never wavered from the tall armoured goblin. Menace radiated from its form like waves repeatedly striking a beach. An aura darkened the ground as the goblin slowly advanced, the boiling shade seemed almost physical as it cloaked the figure and the ground…
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Leif lounged against stone steps leading up to the most intact building within the village. A carved statue made of wood depicting a winged woman with arms raised high and small symbols etched into her arms lay on its side next to him. The statue was decayed, the wood rotten in several places. Noting that its eye’s had been gouged out by some sort of blade or claws probably wasn’t important. All around the village Leif’s animal followers wandered around, rifling through dirt or munching on leaves…
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Leif didn’t even look at the new skills description. That had to be the worst way to ever receive a level up. How did that even happen? Was hog stacking really worth that much? Or was he so close to levelling up that doing literally anything would have pushed him over the edge? Thoroughly bemused he checked over his newest skill. === Aspects: Your legacy endures. Those you sire are stronger, healthier and have an innate resistance to diseases. You can instinctively identify any descendants and…
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A new class? Did Leif have a reason to decline? He couldn’t think of one, a new class would mean better stats and new skills right? As he trudged away from the scorched and bloodied battlefield to go find shelter while he recovered, Leif accepted the prompt. === Meticulous training and martial discipline are not your forte. Despite this your aptitude for using your body as a weapon is remarkable. Tier: 1 (Foundation) Class Perk: +50% To the damage of unarmed strikes +50% To physical resilience…
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