Generic Fantasy - [5/7]

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''Actually waht can you do?''

 

"Uh..."
"I- I don't know..." (tearfully)
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Just a lizardman (I don't know yoir age) and a young girl leaning close to one another and whispering sweet words in the midst of a battle. >.<

 

I'm 22
''Just do something''

 

I nod my head resolutely.
"Can I... have a weapon?" (whisper)
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Btw, HMTN, how many souls am I at now? I gain one passively every 4 or 8 hours iirc but liek, has it been that long? >.>
Also, I should rename souls to something that has to do with my memory instead. -.-

 

''Do you know how to fight?''

 

"I don't know..." (whisper)

 

''Do you know magic?''

 

I bow my head.
"I still don't know..."

 

''for fuck sake do you know anything?''

 

"N- no..." (tearfully)
"Sorry..."

 

''Then try to do something''

 

"O- Okay..."
I now attempt to sneak behind one of them.
"Please dont notice me, please don't notice me.... D:"
(Transparency is now as high as it can go. >.>)

 

Wow I'm retarded to not think this guy is Leren.

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Figments?

 

The real question is how tf did he survive being burned to the point that his flesh and cloak fused, then escaped a a burning wooden warehouse and then got past all the pillagers

 

Hm.
Well I get souls from:

1. Killing sht
2. Helping other ghosties
3. Concentrating really hard for long periods of time (I think it's 1 every 4 hours)
4. Passively (1 every 8hr iirc)

Figments works for the last two but not the first two ino.

 

See helping me helps you

 

But I don't know that.
...
yet. >.>
Let me kill something first before I go all psycho on a hunt to kill everything for my memories. ;p;

 

Yes kill something preferably a death squad member

 

magic

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I can help you with that.

 

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It hasn't been that long, maybe 2 hours/hanophecies since the giant magic wave. That happened pretty late in the afternoon iirc, and the sun just set.

The person/floating weapon + ring you're behind doesn't see you, or at least is too focused on Dez.

The pendant remains shut.

He grabs an iron rod, whispering something as it turns into a fiery whiplash, maybe 10 feet long.

"Yessir.... yup, here's one."
[+Key]

What do you have? Nothing much. You're down to just your sword.
What's out there? Nothing much. All the boats either still have people on them, have been hauled away, or are simply too huge and too secured.