Name & Sex: Goku, M
Day #2
Time: 14:00
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Complexion: Light
Hair: Long, spiked, black
Height: 5'9", 175cm
Masculinity: Slightly Masculine (60/100)
Muscles: Visible (55/100)
Frame: Average (50/100)
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Body: All human
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Perks
Fighting: 10% more damage using physical attacks
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Outfit: Comfortable Clothes
Weapon: Giant Stick (7 ft L, 3 in. T)
Storage: 13 pebbles
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Camp Storage: -
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Places Explored:
~Lake
~Town Ruins
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Strength: 10
Toughness: 15
Speed: 11
Intelligence: 10
Corruption: 0%
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HP: 100%
Fatigue: 5%
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Level: 1
Experience: 0
Gems: 0
I slowly turn around, keeping my pole by my side but holding it in a nonthreatening manner.
You have been cornered by a very strange being: a bipedal female humanoid with the unmistakable features of a giant mouse; paw-like feet, a muzzled head with long whiskers, large mouse ears, and a body covered in dust-caked auburn fur. It doesn't look like she has had a very easy life; her clothing consists of a dirty, tattered set of pants and shirt, while her limbs and midriff are wiry, hardened as much by meals that are less than frequent as by constant exercise and physical exertion. Still, she looks quite capable of defending herself; not only is she brandishing a blowpipe, clearly ready to spit another doubtlessly-poisoned dart at you, but she has a formidable-looking knife strapped to her hip.
She looks at you for a few long moments, and then lowers her blowpipe, "I'm sorry about that, but I thought you were another demon. They destroyed this place years ago, but some of the scavengers still occasionally drift through. Not so much lately, of course. I've made something of an impression on them." She grins malevolently, one hand caressing the blade of her knife. "My name is Amily, the last survivor of this village. All of my people are gone now; they're scattered, dead, enslaved, or worse. What about you? Are you one of those... humans, I've heard sometimes wander into this world?"
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Name & Sex: David Jones, M
Day #2
Time: 14:00
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Complexion: Light
Hair: Long, black
Height: 4'1", 124cm
Masculinity: Slightly Masculine (64/100)
Muscles: Average (50/100)
Frame: Average (50/100)
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Body: All human
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Perks
Schooling: 20% less fatigue when casting spells
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Outfit: Comfortable Clothes
Weapon: Jagged Rock
Storage: -
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Camp Storage: -
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Places Explored:
~Forest
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Strength: 10 (-2 due to height)
Toughness: 10 (-2 due to height)
Speed: 10 (+4 due to height)
Intelligence: 15
Corruption: 2%
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HP: 99%
Fatigue: 72%
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Level: 1
Experience: 0
Gems:
I ask her again if I could learn alchemy from her, seeing as she is clearly a master at it
"Hmm." She places a finger on her lips. "Only if you can find what I need to continue making my potions, and then a little extra so that I can teach you... but only if you get the extra supplies. I can't go and waste any of my precious supplies, it requires a lot of concentration and I'm not a good multitasker, so I'd have to teach you when I have some free time!"
After nodding, you tell her you'd like to try the pink one. Jumping up and down, she claps very quickly and hops to the potions, grabbing the pink one. She then saunters to you, and puts it in your hand.
"Drink slowly, now. This ones strong."
You gently lift the lip of the flask to yours, and drink. As the thick, peach-tasting liquid flows down your throat, you begin feeling warm at first. After finishing, she takes the flask from you and watches eagerly at what happens.
For a split second, you feel intensely angry right when you feel the potions chemicals begin to take effect. You want to burn this entire hut down to the ground and get rid of this pathetic little go--
What just happened? You rub your eyes and come back once again to your clear thoughts. That was strange... (+2 corruption)
After a little more time passes, you feel your face become a little tingly. The goblins eyes widen for a moment as she watches what happens to it. After the tingling stops, you touch your face to see what happened, but there doesn't feel like any change. The goblin understands your confusion, and then reaches behind a counter small enough for a goblin to use, and pulls out an oval mirror. She brings it up to you for you to see your face. It looks slightly changed... and looks imperceptibly towards being more masculine. (+4 masculinity)
"You definitely look a lot cuter..." she suggests, giggling. "So, I have to come up with a name for this then if I want to sell it." Her gaze switches to you again. "You wanna help?"
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Name & Sex: Michael Lee, M
Day #2
Time: 14:15
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Complexion: Light
Hair: Long, black
Height: 5'4"
Masculinity: Slightly Masculine (60/100)
Muscles: Visible(55/100)
Frame: Narrow (35/100)
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Body: All human
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~Perks~
Smithing: Armor effectiveness increased by 10%
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Outfit: Comfortable Clothes
Weapon: 4 ft. bamboo stick
Storage: 1 ft. bamboo stick, slightly sharpened jagged rock, 11 strange olives
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Camp Storage: -
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Places Explored:
~Lake
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Strength: 10
Toughness: 10
Speed: 16
Intelligence: 10
Corruption: 0
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HP: 100%
Fatigue: 0%
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Level: 1
Experience: 0
Gems: 0
I continue to avoid the goblins attacks while attempting to trip him by swinging my weapon at his legs.
Your pole connects with one of his legs, but the blow wasn't strong enough to make him fall.
If I'm not able to trip him, I try to hit his torso from the side while throwing one of the strange olives at him.
Easily, you slap his chest with the bamboo, surely knocking the wind out of him for a second. During that time, you chuck one of the weird olives at him. Surprisingly, you hit him in the eye with amazing accuracy, but it seems to have just annoyed him more than anything else.
He catches his breath, and then stares at you menacingly, readying his weapon and waiting for you to make the first move.