<< JOURNAL – FLAWS >>
14th of Morning Star, 4E 188Fw Points, 0 Avaible
Weak and Squishy – Body Fw: No matter how hard you try, your body just seems incapable of building up any muscle. But do not despair, for your true strength lies elsewhere. +5 Perk Points, +50 max. Magicka Points.
Requirements: 1 Fw Point
Forced Surrender – Body Fw: You don’t shy away from any size, do you? Maybe some chastity would do you some well. Now, if anyone manages to penetrate your cervix, your body and mind will be overwhelmed with pleasure. In this state of pure ecstasy, your limbs lose their strength, and spells become close to impossible to cast. +10 Perk Points.
Requirements: 1 Fw Point
Timid Healer – Talent Fw: You seek to mend and heal, not to kill and destroy. Your Magicka is now averse to the magical school of Destruction, and your understanding of it falters behind your peers. Earn Destruction Proficiency Points twice as slow, and any Destruction spells cast are 50% less effective and 25% more expensive. +25 Perk Points, +10% effectiveness to healing spells.
Requirements: 1 Fw Point, Healing Saintess (Talent Perk)
Dull Edge – Talent Fw: You are more likely to injure yourself than your enemy. The weight of a weapon feels awkward in your hands, and your swings often fall wide of the mark. But, do not forget that not all heroines require a sharp edge to complete their goals. Earn One-Handed and Two-Handed Proficiency Points twice as slow. +20 Perk Points, +50 max. Magicka Points.
Requirements: Inept Duelist (Talent Fw), Heavy-Handed Fool (Talent Fw)
<< JOURNAL – 3/3 >>
The floor spun around under him, and the breeze whistled louder in his ears – the sound reminded him of windows rattling during a windy storm. His raggedy coat and fur cloak didn’t offer any warmth, now feeling more like restraints.
His dress was too thin, too flimsy. He felt naked, exposed. No number of yers could change that. A sharp inhale, shaky and small, and Alex tried to read his journal again. The words didn’t change. They wouldn’t change.
His thighs rubbed against one another, his skin soft beyond reason, and his cheeks were warm, flushed a deep red. ‘What did I expect from a game that Vic likes so much?’
He felt like the protagonist to an erotic game – which, given their track record, was not a good thing. Of that, he was sure without a shadow of a doubt. Not that he had ever pyed anything of the sort, but he did learn a thing or two after living together with Victoria for two months.
‘Forced Surrender? Really?’ A sigh left his pouty lips, and he had to ignore how silky it sounded. The floating parchment stood there – fluttering innocently – as if it had never done any wrong. It was taunting him, that had to be it. ‘It has to be a joke. A really, really bad one.' There was no other possible expnation in his mind.
How else could he expin such an abysmal character design? Supposedly, the woman was incapable of using any weapons, and – if his luck had any say in it – the only form of offensive magic. ‘Evelyn Montagne, how fitting.’ He scoffed. ‘A stupid name for a stupid character. I’m only good for healing.’
Absurd. It went beyond even the definition of an unbanced character. ‘Not even the worst D&D builds are this useless.’ But maybe he was being too harsh. ‘Lady’s Favor.’ He read over his journal again, completely ignoring Vic as she called out for him.
‘That’s 10% to healing spells… Then, Healing Saintess, that one is good too-’ He understood where the Perk Points were coming from, at the very least, though that question now applied to the Fw Points. He had three – and possibly more – of those coming out of nowhere-
<< JOURNAL – FLAWS >>
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Inept Duelist – Talent Fw: One-handed weapons are meant to be wielded with precision, not as simple clubs. You fail in understanding this fundamental principle – the less said about techniques beyond the basic, the better. Earn One-Handed Proficiency Points twice as slow. +10 Perk Points.
Requirements: 1 Fw Point
Heavy-Handed Fool – Talent Fw: You have fooled yourself into believing that to wield two-handed weapons, one must simply ‘swing hard.’ Of course, that couldn’t be further from the truth. Not only do you ck the precision, however, but you also fail at ‘swinging hard.’ Earn Two-Handed Proficiency Points twice as slow. +10 Perk Points.
Requirements: 1 Fw Point
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<< JOURNAL – 3/3 >>
‘Possibly more? Yeah, scratch that. I have five of those coming out of nowhere… so?’ The journal, even after waiting in silence, didn’t provide any further information. It seemed that was as much as it was willing to give. ‘Then, I’m guessing I can merge simir Fws to gain a positive bonus? But, what about Weak and Squishy? That one isn’t a fusion-’
He shook his head. There was no point in getting sidetracked. ‘A total of 70% more effectiveness to healing spells, and it’s 25% cheaper to cast them. See? It’s not so bad-’ He chuckled, shaking his head yet again. He couldn’t even believe himself. There was no silver lining. No saving grace.
‘Forced Surrender.’ The name was enough to give him the shivers – whoever came up with it had to be sick in the head… either that, or they were too addicted to porn. Pair that with his new body, the Damsel in Distress quest, and the Perfect-
It was crystal clear what type of situation he had been forced into. “I’m good at healing.” Alex told Vic in a ft tone, forcing his thoughts out of the gutter. “What about you?”
“Eh, okay?” Vic just stared at him, an uncertain smile on her face. To her, his behavior probably looked erratic – either way, he did not care. “Melee combat. Do you want to share what our Perks and Fws do… or-”
“I’m good.” He replied. The floor spun no more, and the wind felt gentle on his face. For whatever reason, the panic failed to resurface. Instead, he breathed in the faint smell of pinewood, smiling as he looked up at the spotless, blue sky.
It was as if a flip had switched and he couldn’t be bothered to care anymore. ‘Evelyn Montagne, that’s funny. Not that bad of a name – now that I think about it – just a tad too pompous.’
“I’m guessing it’s really bad then-”
“Ah, no, it’s fine.” A feminine giggle left him – he just couldn’t help it. “Just a bit ~slutty~ is all. I’m sure you’d like to hear what they do, knowing you.” He giggled again, enjoying the way the breeze caressed his face.
“Honestly, they wouldn’t be so out of pce in those games you used to py with your door locked, Anora.” Then, he turned around, suddenly leaning over her. She had a look on her face that he’d never seen before. Her cheeks were red, mouth parted open in a dumb, confused expression.
“Anora? Heh.” He ughed at her embarrassed face, breathing close to her ear. “That’s what you said, right? It’s a pretty name.” He wouldn’t let the situation affect him. He just refused to.
“Eh- ah, are you okay? You, eh, sound a bit-” She averted her eyes, which only spurned Alex more. He leaned against her, putting a hand on her shoulder as his smile turned wider.
“Sound like what?” He’d never seen or heard her act like this. He wanted to see it more. Why was he so worried again? He was in fantasy nd – away from home and everyone he ever came to know, yes, but still fantasy nd.
‘I’m good at healing and can do magic. Really, what was I worried for? I look good, too.’ He convinced himself, pushing all doubts and fears aside with sheer, stupid optimism. His body felt lighter, an easy smile on his face.
“I’m fine. We should focus on what we can control, right?” He chuckled, enjoying for once that she was the one squirming. “Like deciding what to do when we arrive at Evermore, yes?”
“Eh, yes.” She replied, blush still on her face. “That makes sense.”
“Just so.” He felt a smug smile come to him, and he let it take hold. “We should find an inn to stay the night when we arrive. Or is it called a tavern? Hm, either way, let’s buy a room to sleep for a day at least.”
Pulling on years of cospying experience, he put a finger on his chin and then scrunched his eyebrows as if in deep thought. He hummed, a cute expression on his face. “Do you have any money? Heh, it seems like I’m broke in this life too.”
He had lost his body. Lost his home. Lost everyone he had ever known and loved. He had no idea whatsoever how to return back home. Not only that, but his new life was doomed for failure from the very start.
It wouldn’t rob him of his spirit — he would not allow it. The more he thought about it, the more amused he grew. Take away his gender? ‘Big fucking deal! Don’t you know who I am? Best female cospyer of my city!’
Take away his loved ones? ‘They’re just waiting for me! It’s only a matter of time before I find my way back.’ Give him an unbanced, weak build? ‘I will be best goddamn healer there ever was!’
He normally wouldn’t be this emotional, but the high he was feeling was unlike any other – he would ride it till its end. He wouldn’t even question the reason behind the whipsh between being afraid to turning confident. If it helped, then why question it?
“Some things never seem to change, do they? Considering that you’re a mercenary, then you probably have some coins, yes? Well, if you can pay for my room in this world too…” He got closer, a teasing smile on his face. “I promise to be a good wifey and keep cooking for you.”
It was like watching live as any and all rational thoughts drained out of Vic. Her eyes locked onto him, unfocused, and her cheeks somehow took a deeper shade of red. She unconsciously adjusted her skirt – hands not knowing what to do – and her breath went completely still. She looked dumb – no brain cells kind of dumb.
“HAHAHA!” He threw his head back, ughing. For once, this attracted the attention of the others on the boat, but he couldn’t care less. ‘I’ve still got it.’ He didn’t know he missed the joy of teasing others this much. What an odd pce and time to find it again, but he wasn’t compining.
“What? Can’t take a bit of teasing? I thought you had thicker skin, Anora~ I mean, do you know how many times you walked around almost naked in the living room? Too many to count, I tell you.” His long hair tickled his own neck as he giggled, and his body felt lighter. Everything was absurd, so why should he treat any of it seriously? ‘Might as well go all in and have some fun.’
Evelyn removed the fur cloak, slowly peeling it off her chest. She had a coy smile on her face, tender eyes staring up at ‘Anora’ as she also took off the raggedy cloth. Finally, her tight, bck dress came under the sunlight. It had green strings tied tight at the front.
Her breasts were pushed up, creating an eyeful of cleavage, and green patterns of crossed knots – not unlike Celtic ones – adorned its contours. “Thank you for the cloak, Anora.” Evelyn said as she got up on her knees, reaching around Vic’s neck to fasten her cloak back. “You can have it back.” She whispered, warm breath tickling her ears.
‘Damn, I’m good.’ She felt like smirking, but resisted. The look on her roommate’s face was priceless. ‘Heh- I can’t even imagine what’s going through her mind right now. To think that her surly roommate used to cospy on the regur as a hobby, she could never have seen this coming.’
“I- uh, have some money from this escort job.” Vic mumbled out, still adjusting her skirt in discomfort. “It should be enough… for one bed. Yeah- I’ll pay.”
“Sharing beds already?” Evelyn smirked, “Bold, are we?”
‘I should’ve done this sooner.’ If she’d known that she could get her roommate embarrassed this easily, she would’ve donned the wig again in a heartbeat – if even for a single chance at getting back at her for the constant teasing. ‘And now I don’t even have to put on a wig… let’s see how much I can make her blush in one day.’
Was an entire day too much? No, not really. At least, Evelyn didn’t think so. ‘Anora’ had accrued quite the debt from her constant prodding. That it also helped to distract from her existential crisis was inconsequential, of course. Besides, it was just some harmless fun – nothing bad could come from it.
“Bolder than you think.” Anora suddenly replied, surprising her. She had a mix of embarrassment and confidence in her face – cute, if not a bit odd. She still had a bit of her brain cells left, even overtaxed as they were.
‘Still not flustered enough, then.’ Evelyn smiled. ‘Okay... I accept the challenge.’
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[colpse], but still not sure.
