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Well, basically, it absorbs a mutation, which can then be released at will. But it can only store one, I think. DOESN'T ANYONE WANT TO BE A DUMB SHORTY?

Ples wanted an amulet with a delayed mutation effect.

Why?

It will wander around and torment people by putting the amulet on them.

why?

Because he's a mutation enthusiast. And it's more fun that way. Plus, the amulet will also help in the Forge if we decide to use it. But mainly because he's a mutation enthusiast. You wouldn't believe how much I was looking forward to my first mutation when I played Dark Messiah.

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The first one will definitely be a philosopher. I was considering a fire mage, but you were also complaining about a healer. So, I might consider a water mage, but the character will be an elf anyway (and not a mega-healer).

Enya

Wood Elf / Dryad

Health 100
Willpower 100
Life 50
Speed 150
Concentration 100



Special: I know the forest (I could point to it on a map, but generally speaking, I know the forests in those latitudes and steppes where erufu live); hermit-hikikomori.

The night that changed everything still haunts my dreams. As soon as I close my eyes, the raging fiery chaos in which my village perished flashes back into my memory. How old was I then? I don't remember; it seems like too young. How did I survive? I barely remember that either. It feels like my mother threw me out of the window, saving my life. What happened next? I prayed. That’s what I remember. My mother taught me that prayer, and it was my last connection with her. And my last hope. Whether Ferlit herself intervened or one of her spirit helpers, I managed to survive. A large, old oak tree was my home, forest creatures were my friends, and plant fruits and small animals were my food. I saw very few beings like myself – perhaps I lived in one of the wildest and most remote corners.
Despite everything, I grew up, and the older I got, the more at ease I felt in the forest. By subtle rustling sounds, I unerringly identified danger or prey, I easily distinguished edible fruits from poisonous ones, and at night I moved through the forest as freely as during the day. I no longer lacked anything – Ferlit protected me, and plants obeyed the movement of my hand.
One day, I found myself on a grassy clearing where ashes lay. The place looked unfamiliar – how deceptive memory can be! – but when I looked around, something stirred in my mind. Yes, yes, there's the stream where I loved to play; there stands an altar that they used to scare me for being disobedient; and this pile of charred logs covered with moss… It used to be my home.
I cried, probably for the first time in a long time. The horror of that night visited me again, this time in reality. I wept, and prayed, and wept again, and it seems I lost consciousness, and completely lost track of time, and at some point I was so exhausted that I fell asleep. And I dreamed of my mother.
She said she was proud of me; she said how glad she was that I survived, grew up, and became strong; she said something else. Step by step, my mother explained to me how to become part of nature itself, what we call daughters of Ferlit. And waking up, I exactly repeated everything she taught me.
I remember the euphoria; lightness throughout my body, an all-encompassing feeling of something big and familiar. As if I had been blind since birth, and suddenly regained my sight. All my new feelings and sensations were simply overwhelming, and it seemed like I just ran around the clearing singing, enjoying the sounds of my own voice. Until I crashed into... An elf.
A young hunter stood there like a statue, lowering his bow and staring at me. I poked him with my finger, but he didn't seem to notice. I definitely remembered that he wasn’t here… Well, not too long ago. Only then did I realize that the hunter came to the sound of my voice and was enchanted by it, and then I got so scared that I ran away without looking back.
In the evening, resting in the fork of a huge tree, I reflected on what happened. Perhaps I have been alone for too long, and this has done me no good. It would be bad if I continue to panic and run away from every bipedal creature. Something needs to be done about this.
At dawn, I set off, remembering that halfway along the road there was a small elven village, which I had always avoided before. Now, however, I deliberately approached them as closely as possible and began to observe.
I learned again the customs and language of those who once were my people. They spoke so funny and absurdly; we never mangled words like they do in our village. Or maybe… Maybe I completely forgot how native speech sounds, and I am guided only by vague childhood memories.
Over time, I got used to the elves, but I still didn't make contact with them, contenting myself with eavesdropping and peeking. I just couldn't bring myself to do it; all I had to do was decide, choose a goal, take a couple of steps, and my legs immediately turned to jelly, and a lump formed in my throat.
From overheard conversations, I learned that beyond the forest there is a large country called Erufu, where other elves live; but somehow they don’t live in the forest, but in large stone houses, and these houses contain many strange things that are told in the craziest stories. This seemed curious to me, but I decided to see everything for myself. We are strangely arranged. The whole forest is your home, you know every bush and every stump, live at your pleasure, but no – some force awoke within me, which is stronger than fear and hunger. A wild beast would never do anything out of curiosity; we are creatures of a different kind.
Oh Ferlit, mother of forests, protect your child; send flowers in spring, shade in summer, fruits in autumn; ward off evil beasts, lead to the right path; I am your bud, let me become a flower on your meadow. From the forest we came, and into the forest we will return.

Inventory: supply of snake rose seeds, food and water, bone knife for household needs and minor sacrifices. Enough food for valuable/useful fruits for natural exchange or sale, just in case.

Ment, does your Bow+ allow you to do something like this?
https://www.facebook.com/1003717893096227/videos/1013259848808698/

Hey, can your Bow+ do something like this?

No, of course not. However, I might accept it as a display of skill if someone can show me that it's physically possible.

>physically possible
fantasy expedition
boooo

I even check the lore consistency of magic for a long time and meticulously, and you want to introduce impossible archery...

This is what Sezam wants.

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Heroist, your previous avatar was much better.

I get bored with avatars quickly, sorry.

And in the endgame, you can fire four (and sometimes even all eight!) arrows in six seconds, without any magic...

In short, I’ll definitely play as a fire mage! And if I die, then I'll be a blacksmith.

And in the endgame, you can fire four (or sometimes even all eight!) arrows in six seconds, without any magic...

I can do that too. Per round. If I have enough action points :P