Innverse Stats | 10.40 T

Name	Text
Purple Smile	Purple burned in the monster’s eyes. The color of terror and undeath. Jewel flames illuminating the eye sockets of a mortal, skeletal head of someone who had reached the end of their journey. Carrion dead, puppeted by a being who knew no pity nor honor, who had come to this world as base and useless as any other being.
Jewel	Purple burned in the monster’s eyes. The color of terror and undeath. Jewel flames illuminating the eye sockets of a mortal, skeletal head of someone who had reached the end of their journey. Carrion dead, puppeted by a being who knew no pity nor honor, who had come to this world as base and useless as any other being.
Maviola (Undead)	Alone, in misery, except for a little thing he had befriended, a slime. Then a strange child who also wore someone else’s flesh, Maviola, the second daughter of Belavierr the Stitch Witch.
Belavierr Donamia	Alone, in misery, except for a little thing he had befriended, a slime. Then a strange child who also wore someone else’s flesh, Maviola, the second daughter of Belavierr the Stitch Witch.
Belavierr Donamia	Alone, in misery, except for a little thing he had befriended, a slime. Then a strange child who also wore someone else’s flesh, Maviola, the second daughter of Belavierr the Stitch Witch.
Healing Slime	—But then he’d seen an opening and run away. Run, because this wasn’t his place, taking the Healing Slime, Maviola, and treasures with him. The Necromancer had let him go, because he didn’t matter, and the skeleton’s eyes blazed purple.
Maviola (Undead)	—But then he’d seen an opening and run away. Run, because this wasn’t his place, taking the Healing Slime, Maviola, and treasures with him. The Necromancer had let him go, because he didn’t matter, and the skeleton’s eyes blazed purple.
Az’kerash	—But then he’d seen an opening and run away. Run, because this wasn’t his place, taking the Healing Slime, Maviola, and treasures with him. The Necromancer had let him go, because he didn’t matter, and the skeleton’s eyes blazed purple.
[Innkeeper]	A monster with eyes as beautiful as distant stars—the [Innkeeper]’s first employee. The first wayward son of The Wandering Inn.
The Wandering Inn	A monster with eyes as beautiful as distant stars—the [Innkeeper]’s first employee. The first wayward son of The Wandering Inn.
[Wandering Innkeeper]	She burned, now, that [Wandering Innkeeper], with the flames of memory, wondrous fire which blazed across a hat on her head.
Toren	Toren, Job-Hunter.
Toren	“Toren, my feet hurt. Where are we going? Are we there yet? I miss the castle. Are we lost? What do we do now? I’m hungry.”
[Relic Guardian]	The skeleton turned, and the Wyvern helmet he wore framed those glowing, purple eyes. He was garbed head to toe in Relics. Magical artifacts, from the gauntlets to his boots, and the [Relic Guardian] radiated so much magic that he made the slime draped around his shoulders like a cape glow twice as bright.
Toren	Toren said nothing, but he stared so pointedly at the young undead woman wearing the body of the late Maviola El that it was abundantly clear he was thinking, ‘you can’t feel your feet, and you don’t eat, shut up.’
Maviola El	Toren said nothing, but he stared so pointedly at the young undead woman wearing the body of the late Maviola El that it was abundantly clear he was thinking, ‘you can’t feel your feet, and you don’t eat, shut up.’
Maviola (Undead)	She pouted at him, sticking her lower lip out in a fashion that had never fit the woman whose body she had taken. This was ‘Maviola’, but not her. It was her body, her power over flame, but the undead didn’t have her soul. She was a child, even more so than Toren.
Toren	She pouted at him, sticking her lower lip out in a fashion that had never fit the woman whose body she had taken. This was ‘Maviola’, but not her. It was her body, her power over flame, but the undead didn’t have her soul. She was a child, even more so than Toren.
Az’kerash	“Well, I’d have sore feet if I wanted to feel them, but I don’t want to! And we don’t have any of that drink Az’kerash gave us. Can we get more? I like it. Why don’t you talk? I hate having to hear you think.”
Toren	Toren ignored that. He kept stumping through the dark cave, occasionally punching through narrowing walls of stone with pure force. Maviola followed him without making any flames. They could see in the dark, and they’d been walking for a long time.
Maviola (Undead)	Toren ignored that. He kept stumping through the dark cave, occasionally punching through narrowing walls of stone with pure force. Maviola followed him without making any flames. They could see in the dark, and they’d been walking for a long time.
Toren	How long, she didn’t know. First, they’d fled the Necromancer’s castle during the Solstice when he was distracted. Toren had said they had to go, so they’d run. She had come with him because she liked him better than other Chosen, this was exciting, and everyone said her mother, Belavierr, was bad, so Toren was better than Az’kerash, who was frightening.
Belavierr Donamia	How long, she didn’t know. First, they’d fled the Necromancer’s castle during the Solstice when he was distracted. Toren had said they had to go, so they’d run. She had come with him because she liked him better than other Chosen, this was exciting, and everyone said her mother, Belavierr, was bad, so Toren was better than Az’kerash, who was frightening.
Toren	How long, she didn’t know. First, they’d fled the Necromancer’s castle during the Solstice when he was distracted. Toren had said they had to go, so they’d run. She had come with him because she liked him better than other Chosen, this was exciting, and everyone said her mother, Belavierr, was bad, so Toren was better than Az’kerash, who was frightening.
Az’kerash	How long, she didn’t know. First, they’d fled the Necromancer’s castle during the Solstice when he was distracted. Toren had said they had to go, so they’d run. She had come with him because she liked him better than other Chosen, this was exciting, and everyone said her mother, Belavierr, was bad, so Toren was better than Az’kerash, who was frightening.

Purple Smile

Purple burned in the monster’s eyes. The color of terror and undeath. Jewel flames illuminating the eye sockets of a mortal, skeletal head of someone who had reached the end of their journey. Carrion dead, puppeted by a being who knew no pity nor honor, who had come to this world as base and useless as any other being.

Jewel

Purple burned in the monster’s eyes. The color of terror and undeath. Jewel flames illuminating the eye sockets of a mortal, skeletal head of someone who had reached the end of their journey. Carrion dead, puppeted by a being who knew no pity nor honor, who had come to this world as base and useless as any other being.

Maviola (Undead)

Alone, in misery, except for a little thing he had befriended, a slime. Then a strange child who also wore someone else’s flesh, Maviola, the second daughter of Belavierr the Stitch Witch.

Belavierr Donamia

Alone, in misery, except for a little thing he had befriended, a slime. Then a strange child who also wore someone else’s flesh, Maviola, the second daughter of Belavierr the Stitch Witch.

Belavierr Donamia

Alone, in misery, except for a little thing he had befriended, a slime. Then a strange child who also wore someone else’s flesh, Maviola, the second daughter of Belavierr the Stitch Witch.

Healing Slime

—But then he’d seen an opening and run away. Run, because this wasn’t his place, taking the Healing Slime, Maviola, and treasures with him. The Necromancer had let him go, because he didn’t matter, and the skeleton’s eyes blazed purple.

Maviola (Undead)

—But then he’d seen an opening and run away. Run, because this wasn’t his place, taking the Healing Slime, Maviola, and treasures with him. The Necromancer had let him go, because he didn’t matter, and the skeleton’s eyes blazed purple.

Az’kerash

—But then he’d seen an opening and run away. Run, because this wasn’t his place, taking the Healing Slime, Maviola, and treasures with him. The Necromancer had let him go, because he didn’t matter, and the skeleton’s eyes blazed purple.

[Innkeeper]

A monster with eyes as beautiful as distant stars—the [Innkeeper]’s first employee. The first wayward son of The Wandering Inn.

The Wandering Inn

A monster with eyes as beautiful as distant stars—the [Innkeeper]’s first employee. The first wayward son of The Wandering Inn.

[Wandering Innkeeper]

She burned, now, that [Wandering Innkeeper], with the flames of memory, wondrous fire which blazed across a hat on her head.

Toren

Toren, Job-Hunter.

Toren

“Toren, my feet hurt. Where are we going? Are we there yet? I miss the castle. Are we lost? What do we do now? I’m hungry.”

[Relic Guardian]

The skeleton turned, and the Wyvern helmet he wore framed those glowing, purple eyes. He was garbed head to toe in Relics. Magical artifacts, from the gauntlets to his boots, and the [Relic Guardian] radiated so much magic that he made the slime draped around his shoulders like a cape glow twice as bright.

Toren

Toren said nothing, but he stared so pointedly at the young undead woman wearing the body of the late Maviola El that it was abundantly clear he was thinking, ‘you can’t feel your feet, and you don’t eat, shut up.’

Maviola El

Toren said nothing, but he stared so pointedly at the young undead woman wearing the body of the late Maviola El that it was abundantly clear he was thinking, ‘you can’t feel your feet, and you don’t eat, shut up.’

Maviola (Undead)

She pouted at him, sticking her lower lip out in a fashion that had never fit the woman whose body she had taken. This was ‘Maviola’, but not her. It was her body, her power over flame, but the undead didn’t have her soul. She was a child, even more so than Toren.

Toren

She pouted at him, sticking her lower lip out in a fashion that had never fit the woman whose body she had taken. This was ‘Maviola’, but not her. It was her body, her power over flame, but the undead didn’t have her soul. She was a child, even more so than Toren.

Az’kerash

“Well, I’d have sore feet if I wanted to feel them, but I don’t want to! And we don’t have any of that drink Az’kerash gave us. Can we get more? I like it. Why don’t you talk? I hate having to hear you think.”

Toren

Toren ignored that. He kept stumping through the dark cave, occasionally punching through narrowing walls of stone with pure force. Maviola followed him without making any flames. They could see in the dark, and they’d been walking for a long time.

Maviola (Undead)

Toren ignored that. He kept stumping through the dark cave, occasionally punching through narrowing walls of stone with pure force. Maviola followed him without making any flames. They could see in the dark, and they’d been walking for a long time.

Toren

How long, she didn’t know. First, they’d fled the Necromancer’s castle during the Solstice when he was distracted. Toren had said they had to go, so they’d run. She had come with him because she liked him better than other Chosen, this was exciting, and everyone said her mother, Belavierr, was bad, so Toren was better than Az’kerash, who was frightening.

Belavierr Donamia

How long, she didn’t know. First, they’d fled the Necromancer’s castle during the Solstice when he was distracted. Toren had said they had to go, so they’d run. She had come with him because she liked him better than other Chosen, this was exciting, and everyone said her mother, Belavierr, was bad, so Toren was better than Az’kerash, who was frightening.

Toren

How long, she didn’t know. First, they’d fled the Necromancer’s castle during the Solstice when he was distracted. Toren had said they had to go, so they’d run. She had come with him because she liked him better than other Chosen, this was exciting, and everyone said her mother, Belavierr, was bad, so Toren was better than Az’kerash, who was frightening.

Az’kerash

How long, she didn’t know. First, they’d fled the Necromancer’s castle during the Solstice when he was distracted. Toren had said they had to go, so they’d run. She had come with him because she liked him better than other Chosen, this was exciting, and everyone said her mother, Belavierr, was bad, so Toren was better than Az’kerash, who was frightening.

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