Hero: Ray (Formerly Roys)
Vi - Vania (Sister)
Papa K - Kelsier (Father)
Mom Z - Eliza (Mother)
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New characters:
Merci - The leader of highwaymen going to Mirebelle.
Dr. Heinz - One of Francia's doctors.
Jane - One of the nurses.
Jake - Adventurer. Fighter. Weapon: Sword and Shield. (secretly Alpha member)
David - Healer. Knowledgeable on plant life. (secretly Alpha member)
Royce - Flip practitioner. Basically a rogue. (secretly Alpha member)
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New Terms:
Folm - paralyzing mushroom.
Jinji - paralyzing frog.
Foyer - detoxifying plant.
Mellows - Sweet smelling yellow roses with paralyzing thorns.
Leirga - basically komodo dragons but thinner and faster.
Warg - Basically a wolf, but bigger.
Goblins - Well, goblins!
Ogres - Relatives of Shrek.
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Bad dudes:
Hooks - Leader of the simp, part of a Beta faction
Chiz - Hooks subordinate, with parents issues
Carl Cestis - member of a Beta faction (not a jedi)
Felix - subordinate of Carl
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Adventurer Guild boss: Ford
Judas: town guard
Albert - One of the alpha team leaders leading Caravan A, great horseman
Cicero - Alberts subordinate in Caravan A, an ex Claude soldier
Patrice - Cicero's friend in Caravan B, skills, unknown
James - Alpha member caravan B (good brother of john)
John - Alpha member caravan B (tried to sacrifice himself, failed and was saved)
Peter - Alpha member caravan C (always with Simon)
Simon -Alpha member caravan C (always with Peter)
New info:
Town name where MC lives: Francia
Mirebella - town near Francia
Julien - a town near Mirabella
Alma - a town near Mirabella
Frendo - the closest city to Mirabell
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Jake's screams pierced the night air, his right leg broken and useless as he writhed on the ground in agony.
Kelsier's heart ached for his fallen companion, but his instincts told him that to hesitate would mean death for them both. With a sharp exhale, Kelsier released his hold on Merci's neck and leaped back, landing gracefully several paces away.
He straightened, his gaze locking onto the towering figure before him—Merci, the twelve-foot-tall troll changeling who stood like a living mountain, his mismatched eyes gleaming with malice. He leered down at Kelsier, his lips twisted into a cruel smile.
For a moment, the forest seemed to hold its breath as Kelsier and Merci sized each other up. Then, with a calm smile, Kelsier tilted his head slightly. "I ask your forgiveness, Merci," he said, his voice cool yet laced with an edge. "I won't be showing any mercy any longer, I won't be holding back."
Merci's laugh was deep and rumbling, like distant thunder.
"This is no time for jokes man!" His shoulders shook as he threw his head back in mock amusement. "You were holding back?" he roared. "I didn't notice!"
His laughter died down, his expression turning cold as he stared at Kelsier with contempt. "Come then, warrior," Merci growled, his voice dripping with menace. "It's time to face your defeat."
Kelsier didn't respond, instead he slid his daggers back into their sheaths on his back, appearing to relinquish his only weapons. He stood, unarmed and steady, his eyes never leaving Merci's hulking form.
Merci's face twisted with anger and disgust. "What is this?" he bellowed, raising one of his massive arms to point at Kelsier. "Are you mocking me? You think this is some kind of joke?"
Kelsier shook his head, his smile gone now, replaced by a solemn expression. "No," he said quietly, "I'm desperate. Desperate enough to fight you with everything I have left."
"You wanted a real fight, and that's what I'll give you." Kelsier said calmly.
Merci's eyes narrowed, his anger momentarily replaced by curiosity. "At least tell me your name," he said, his voice low and almost thoughtful. "So I may remember it when I crush you and as your companion cries by your side."
Kelsier's eyes hardened, and his lips curled into a thin smile. "Kelsier," he said simply. "Remember it. By the way, his name is Jake. I would try to keep you alive. You seem to be an honorable chap."
Merci did a bow, his right arm underneath him and his left arm at his back. Common gesture made by aristocrats. Awkward to look at, but in perfect form.
Jake looked at him at the side curiously while laying on the sideline. There is more to this changeling than what meets the eye.
With that, the battle resumed, but this time Kelsier moved differently. He dashed into the shadows of the trees, his swift form blending with the forest as he leaped from branch to branch. Merci roared in frustration, swinging his massive clubs wildly, trying to catch the elusive warrior. But Kelsier was too fast, too nimble, dodging through the canopy like a shadow in the night.
Suddenly, Kelsier flicked his hand, and a small bomb flew through the air, exploding against Merci's broad chest. The cloud of paralyzing powder billowed out, causing the hybrid to stumble back, coughing and growling in anger. Then, in a blur of motion, Kelsier threw several paralyzing knives, each one aimed with deadly precision at Merci's exposed limbs. The knives embedded themselves in Merci's arms, legs, and even his neck, releasing their toxins into his bloodstream.
Merci howled in rage as the toxins began to take effect. He lashed out blindly, smashing trees and rocks in his fury. "Coward!" he bellowed, his voice shaking the very ground. "Face me like a true warrior!"
But Kelsier remained elusive, continuing his assault from the shadows, throwing bombs and knives with deadly accuracy. Merci's movements grew slower, more erratic, as the toxins spread through his massive body. His swings became sloppy, his roars turning into groans of frustration.
Finally, Kelsier's supply of bombs and throwing knives ran out. He paused for a moment on a high branch, breathing heavily. Below him, Merci still staggered, though the hybrid's strength was clearly waning. Kelsier's eyes darted around, searching for a new strategy. He spotted some throwing daggers lying in the dirt, gleaming faintly in the afternoon sun. These are the ones that Merci was able to block and deflect.
With a swift leap, Kelsier descended from the trees, landing lightly on the ground. He dashed forward, ducking and weaving as Merci swung his clubs clumsily in his direction. Kelsier rolled under a wide sweep of one club, snatched up one of his discarded daggers. Merci then tries to smash him into a paste, while he evades his attacks and collect more daggers. He spun back toward Merci as Merci does two heavy swings aimed for his body and head from the sides. He missed. He looks around wondering where Kelsier went.
Suddenly, he feels two legs kicking his shoulders down really hard. He stumbles forward gripping his wooden clubs.
With blurring speed, Kelsier then drives four throwing knives into the changeling's massive back.
Merci roared in pain, trying to reach for the daggers lodged at his back, but his movements were sluggish and uncoordinated. The paralysis was spreading faster now, sapping his strength and dulling his senses. Kelsier jumped away, watching as Merci tried to grab the throwing knives at his back, howling in pain.
Merci groaned, his enormous body staggering. His legs buckled as the paralyzing toxins fully took hold, and he teetered forward, his arms stretching out in a futile attempt to stop his fall. But it was too late. Merci collapsed, his massive form crashing to the ground with a deafening thud that echoed through the forest. The ground shook as he fell kneeling at the ground.
Kelsier didn't hesitate. He circled at the back of Merci and jumped onto Merci's back, pulling a large pouch of paralyzing powder from his belt.
With a swift motion, he emptied the contents over Merci's face, the powder covering the hybrid's eyes, mouth, and nose. Merci gasped and coughed and choked. He tries to wipe the powder from his face as his form turns back into a human. Kelsier then removed the daggers stuck in his back. It would be fatal for him if the dagger remains in his human form.
Merci let out one final, muffled roar before his body went completely limp. His face slammed into the dirt, and he lay still, the forest silent once more. The wounds on his back healed as he returns to the form of a man.
The battle was over. Kelsier stood afar watching Merci's unmoving form, his chest heaving with exhaustion. This is a memory that will be stuck in his mind for a long time.
(To be continued.)