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Name:Johnathan Farro
Age: 23
Gender:M
Phys. Description: He stands at 5 feet, 10 inches, with long brown hair that flows behind his head, and deep brown eyes. He is skinny, with neither muscle nor a lot of fat.
Weapon:A dagger made of Iron
Class:Mage
Spells: Twist and Headache, Disappear and Fireball
Johnathan Farro, you may be one of the luckiest guys alive. You mildly thought to yourself, as you pull yourself up and out of the pond. You tried a simple twist on a branch, and it cracks. Your magic is weak, sadly, but it functions. The road you have chosen was definitely dangerous, but it must be done. In front of you lay the remains of the town you thought you were coming through. It was completely destroyed, almost like something came through and burnt it all. "Raiders!" You say out loud, cursing. These people might've helped you. Well, it's all the same to you, you suppose. They'd think you were a zombie or something. Salvaging could give you something worthwhile, much more worthwhile than what frightened people would give you.
The nightmare has begun for you, Johnathan. Go forth, and forge your own path.
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I look for something, anything that could've survived. Some gold, a weapon, anything that could help me. |
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Bump it like a volleyball! |
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You check the first two ruins. One has just some charred bones, as you blanch, quickly backing away. The next one reveals more promise, as you see a cupboard which survived the fire, and it had a loaf of bread, and a knapsack. Also, below it, there is a dusty bronze knife, and it looks like it hasn't been used in a while. You hear a couple of rats scurrying around, like madman. They're squeaking up a storm. |
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I put the bread and the knife into the knapsack, and continue looking for anything else you can find. |
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You stash the bread and the bronze knife into the knapsack. Continuing on, you search several houses. There isn't much, and you find a bowl and a spoon in one house, and then, oh holy of all holy treasures, you find a metal casing of a bookshelf buried in rubble, in what you think is a mage's house. Do you want to lift it and see if anything's under it? [warning: it is heavy] |
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I attempt to lift the heavy ass bookcase. |
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You manage to lift it, and then shove it to the side. To your disappointment, it looks like almost all of the books have been burnt, except for one, which is covered in ashes. It looks like a book containing maybe two or three, which is a lot for a normal spell book. |
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I shove it in my knapsack, and look for a road leading out of the scorched town. |
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Only one road, and it goes straight through the town. You hear a slight clattering from behind you, bloody rats, as you hear more squeaking. |
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I attempt to shoot a fireball at aforementioned rats. |
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Turning around, you fail to see any rats. The scraping sound continues, and then you hear a sickly crunch. You fail to see what's causing it. |
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I follow the road and read the spell book at the same time. |
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You go back onto the road, until the scraping becomes too much, and you cannot concentrate, about ten feet out of the town. Turning around, you see two heavily charred skeletons, and what looks to be a zombified pup, but your guessing it's a skeleton with it's fur still on. |
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I send a fireball blazing towards the skeletal puppy. |
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The fireball slams into it, and its fur slowly burns. It runs in circles, missing it's head. Finally, it collapses into a ditch. Focusing back on the other two skeletons, you realize one has a stone knife in its hands, as a death grip. |
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I attempt to fire two more fireballs at the other skeletons. |
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One manages to complete tear through the back bone, and the upper body collapses on the lower body, and it doesn't move for the brief second you look at it. The other one hits the skeletons head, and it goes flying off, but then the headless skeleton gets back up, and continues with his knife advance at you, getting fairly close. |
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I try to dissapear and sneak away. |
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You manage to disappear, but it's fairly hard. You know you can't manage this for long, or you're gonna lose your focus and fade into nonexistence. But the skeleton is fooled, at least. |
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I give myself a few extra feet, appear, and try to twist him into something that can't kill me as much |
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You reappear, and then twist him with your remaining strength. He crumbles into a pile of bones. And then the upper body of the skeleton you collapsed with the fireball, slowly starts to crawl towards you. |
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This is not my day. Angered, I pick up one of the other skeleton's bones and try to smash the upper torso that's coming after me. |
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You grab one of the bones, and slam it into the skeleton's head, and it's lights go blank. |
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