Calling: Creepy, but beautiful fire artist.
Dexterity 4 + 2 epic
Manipulation 5 + 1 epic
Perception 4 + 1 epic
Intelligence 5 + 1 epic
Animal Ken ability got from my father (or something, don’t know how its called)
Art- Acting 2
Control- Automobile 2
Marksmanship ability got from my father
Medicine ability got from my father
Malee 3 + ability got from my father
Occult ability got from my father
Hell hounds 3
Shadow relic throwing dagger 2
Dart SPD ACC DMG DEF RNG
6 6+1 3L – 10
Relic dagger SPD ACC DMG DEF RNG
Takes one to know one
Fight with your head
Dodge DV: 6
Parry DV: ?
Join battle: ?
B 1 L 1 A 0
Move 4, Dash 10, Jump 1
The first thing I remember, was horrible headache, even though my eyes were still closed, I could see the brightness of the day through my heavy eyelids. Suddenly, I heard a voice of a man, arriving from somewhere far away, but getting closer and closer with every second. Opening my eyes was not so easy, because I was suddenly blinded by the light. When I got more used to it, I saw the outline of a man, who was bending over me and trying to wake me up. I could see nothing more, but a black silhouette surrounded by rays of light. As soon as he realized that I was not dead, I saw him leaving. There was not enough strength in me at that moment to talk. I tried to shout something after him, asking for some help, but the only sound that left my throat was a miserable squeak.
Few more minutes had to pass, until I realized, that I was sitting on the ground of some little dirty street, where no people would have a reason to go.
I wonder how long have I been here?
I looked around trying to understand where I was, to find something familiar, something that I recognize. All I have seen was a dirty brick wall on the other side of the passage, covered in spider web and moss, trash and an ugly, old green door, which led, God knows where.
I began to realize, that I had to start doing something, because the idea of sitting in this dirty place for longer, wasn’t quite acceptable to me.
When I got up on my feet, something struck me.
Who am I? Where am I? What is my name? What is happening?
I felt panic, this was an unusual and frightening feeling. Something I have never felt before, or, at least I don’t remember. My feet grew into the ground and I couldnt move. Emptiness and fear took over my body and I could do nothing about it.
When the panic passed and I could start thinking properly, I realized how thirsty I was. I had to get something to drink. Seeing shiny can of Coca Cola was a life saving experience, but unfortunately, when I reached for it, I realized that it was empty.
At least I still recognize the brands… – I thought, with some sign of dark humor.
Then, I looked at that ugly, rusty door again.
There should be something inside there. I should take a look. – I thought.
When I pressed and pulled the handle I could see the door was open, but since it was so rusty, it was very hard to open it, at least in my condition.
I entered some room, which was very dim, red color was dominating the place, red couch, red carped, red walls. I could probably associate it with a resting room of some cheap drinking club.
Even though these things ran through my head when I was glancing around the room in search for water. I knew what I still need. When I located the tap, I threw myself on it, as someone who just returned from a week long crawling in the desert.
Heavily breathing I sat next to the tap, suddenly realizing that there was no one in the room, which I found delightful. Really didn’t feel like company, yet.
After some time of resting I decided to look around, to see where I was.
Maybe it is even my apartment… Nah, I am sure I have a better taste. = I thought.
I opened another door, which led to some sort of small stage. I could see some tables, some chairs, a bar. Everything looked broken and abandoned.
I felt glad I havent met anyone here and suddenly very, very exhausted.
I need to take a nap.
That red couch looked pretty awful, but I was not in a situation to chose.
To be continued…