*****New Character*****
Name: Jacob
Class: Samurai
Age: 16
Appearance: A blue coat, thin and light, slightly long, with black pants and a white robe underneath, and brown hair tied into a ponytail.
Skills: Acrobat, Luck +4, Aggressor, Armsthrift, Lethality
Weapons: Swords = A, Tomes = B.
Inventory: Killing Edge, Sol, Micaiah's Pyre, Mjolnir.
Bio: From a realm of chaos, he grew up alone, trying to be nice, but also getting stabbed in the back. He managed to become a holy warrior (Samurai) and emigrate to other realms before splitting away to explore.
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Jacob opened his eyes to see two of his weapons broken in front of him. A Killing Edge in pieces and a Micaiah's Pyre tome split in two.
"Great. Just great." he muttered to himself.
He could already see a pool of blood forming around him. He made a quick attempt to get up and move forward, only to stumble back to the ground. Unfortunately, that only served to open the wound even further. Unable to do anything, he laid on the desolate dirt road, when he saw a silhouette coming down from the plains.
"Who is...." he muttered before passing out on the ground, the wound getting more serious.
Denise merrily walked down from the plains, hoping that she would make some way in her little journey. However, as she neared the dirt road, she saw some items off to the side.
"Huh? Is someone there?" she asked as she gently walked forward, gasping as she saw the form of a man badly wounded. "Don't worry! I'll heal you!"
She whipped out her Mend staff, letting it work its magic over the man, who she recognized was wearing clothes in a somewhat similar fashion to her own. She had seen them before. They were the clothes of a Samurai; in other words, a member of the Samurai.
"How did he get a wound this bad?" she asked herself as she kept tending to his wounds, not stopping until she closed the wound completely. It wasn't easy, as it took much of her strength to do so. However, it was successful as she soon saw the man breathing soundly. She smiled at the sight.
"Thank goodness." she sighed in relief. It wouldn't do to leave the unconscious man there, but she couldn't lift him up. Guess she knew where she was setting up camp for the night.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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