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Alex defends Fridgar (somehow)

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33rd of Zi'da, Arc 716
Alex was finally ready- her experiments were done. The poison had been purified and perfected over the last few trials, and she was ready to get out of the house. Fridgar hadn't seemed to fare much better, and Alex tried to steer clear of him as much as possible.

She grabbed two vials of a concentrated form of Moseke's Mist and walked down the stairs. Mixed in with them were moukou bean extracts- their deaths would be painless.

Alex slipped down the stairs, silently, and carefully injected each woman with the contents of the vial. The needle slid in somewhere they wouldn't feel it as much- one in the thigh and the other in the arm. Both jerked as the needle went in, but they had become used to injections and barely stirred. Alex watched and waited until the last woman breathed out a rattly sigh, checking to make sure they were both dead.

A sudden noise from upstairs caught her attention, and Alex jerked her head up.
As soon as Alex had disappeared down the steps, Warren started to move. He slunk forward, barely making a sound as he looked for Fridgar. Having found the man, he crept forward, his hand snatching up a small scalpel.

The time had come to end it. Their targets were dead in the basement, and this man/beast thing had to die. He knew their faces and their names, and he knew where they had been staying. It was far too much information to allow the man to live, regardless of Alex's feelings. He had seen the way she looked at him- friendly. The two had bonded somehow while poisoning and torturing these women.

He wanted to chuckle- the two of them were as dark as he ever was, but they didn't see it that way. Of course. He would always be the monster in his daughter's eyes. Time to prove her right.

It was pure, dumb luck that saved Fridgar's life that trial. As Warren went to raise his arm, the scalpel poised to kill the massive man before he had a chance to fight back, the floor splintered beneath his feet. Somehow his toe got caught and sent him sprawling into Fridgar, his full weight crashing into the man suddenly. The scalpel dropped to the ground, disappearing as Warren instantly began to pummel the body.
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Minding his own business, Fridgar stared at the wall, contemplating it's solidity. He pressed his knuckles against it - there was no give to the structure. He pondered if one day he'd be able to break stone just by striking it, but soon shook of that idea. It wasn't likely, was it? The more he pondered the wall, the more he thought into it - completely oblivious of the blade sneaking up behind him. Perhaps with enough training, he could condition his bones to be harder than stone? It was a bizarre concept, but one he could strive for.

Scratching at his beard, a different thought struck: 'When am I getting paid?'. The thought was quickly cast aside as he suddenly jolted forward, the weight of another body on his back. His left leg shot forward, widening his stance for balance as fists started pummelling into his back. With anger, he turned his head to his back to see the old man - starting a fight. "WHAT THE FUCK, WARREN!?" he roared, swinging his weight around and throwing the man from him. His back would be in pieces if it weren't for his harnessed adrenaline. He rushed forward, claws and fangs bared and slashed wildly for the man - missing every swipe. 'What!? What the fuck!?' He screamed internally as the man moved like fluid around his swings.

He stared in disbelief briefly before diving forward with his jaw opened wide, aiming to tear the man into chunks only to miss completely. He shifted his momentum and swung a backhand for the man's head - the blow connected. It proved to be more of a curse than a blessing as a horrible shooting pain shot up his arm, originating at his knuckles. He stepped back and raised his defences - by the immortals did Warren have a hard head. He looked to his reddened knuckles with a pained expression as they throbbed with a burning discomfort, a sign that he recognised as either a sprain, or broken bones. Only time would tell of which, but neither were particularly good. He kept his fists raised, blocking his face and waited for an opening on Warrens gut.
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Alex rushed up the stairs, her jaw dropping open as she saw Fridgar attack her father. She was momentarily confused, but a glitter of light on the floor caught her attention; the knife.

Understanding bloomed in her mind- Warren had decided now was the time to kill Fridgar, despite what Alex had said about not needing to. Anger followed the understanding and Alex was suddenly furious at her father.

Yes, Fridgar had broken the law and so he took his safety into his own hands. But by the same logic, so had Warren. Who should she help then?

As she watched Fridgar swung a backhand, hitting her father squarely on the head. They both winced at the loud crack and Warren staggered sideways slightly.

His back was still to Alex, and she watched as he ducked and weaved around Fridgar, his fists like lightning as they flickered out. She doubted the man even saw the blows before they landed, and she could hear the meaty slaps of skin on skin.

“Warren!”

It took Alex a moment to realize it was her voice that had shouted out, her voice that sounded so raw and fragile.

He turned around for half a trill, if that, but it was all the opening Fridgar needed. The blow landed squarely in Warren’s unprotected stomach, forcing the smaller man back half a dozen steps and to his knees.

Anger filled Warren’s face, and he snarled ferally at the beastman. He didn’t seem to move- one moment he was on his knees, the next he was in the larger man’s face. He moved impossibly fast, and Alex wondered how Fridgar was holding up under the number of blows he had taken; a lesser man would’ve collapsed by now.

Alex needed to do something, and looked away from the fight. Something to slow him down, something to stop him. But what?

Alex grabbed a blanket off the bed and turned back to the fight. Carefully, quietly, Alex crept up behind Warren and threw the blanket over him.

Somehow he saw it coming, and he dodged sideways, the blanket falling uselessly to the ground.

“Stop it. You don’t need to be involved. You’ve let feelings get in the way. Leave,” he said, his voice growing to a shout as he finished speaking.

Alex turned back around, her eyes falling on a small container of acid that she kept for cleaning materials. Horrified, she nearly stopped herself there. Acid eating away at the crystals…she couldn’t imagine a worse wound for a Yludih. She cast another look back to Fridgar, but it seemed that he was hopelessly outclassed. She had no other choice. She ran back over and grabbed the small container, walking carefully back with it.

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Blow after blow collided with his body and face at impossibly fast speeds. His skin hadn't given way yet, but it would if he didn't do something to stop this frenzied bastard. Finally, with his opening clear, thanks to Val, he struck at the older man's gut, sending him to his knees. He didn't even have time to adjust his stance before he'd already recovered from the heavy strike, got up and punched him in the ribs. What on Idalos had this man been taking? He kept his defences up, absorbing strike after strike with the flat of his forearms.

Warren wasn't having it. He redirected his flurry of fists to the Lothar's gut, forcing the wind from his lungs with the first few strikes and reflexively forcing Fridgar to curl up and lower his arms. With his target clear, Warren struck Fridgar across the face with a right hook, his knuckles bounced over his cheek bone, curving with no less momentum than it had prior and snapping his nose to the side unnaturally. Fridgar shot up as a piercing pain filled his face, one that he recognised from his younger days - his nose had broken again. He tried forcing air into his lungs through his mangled airways to no avail, all he could smell was nasal fluid and blood as the cavity filled with such, leaking from the twisted feature and matting his beard.

'Fuck.' He thought before Val tried throwing a blanket over Warren, seemingly persistent on helping - and it sorta did. He managed to get back on his feet while the prick was distracted and leaped at him, connecting the attack. Following through his momentum, he rushed Warren into the stone wall - sounding a satisfying thud. It didn't last, as quick as Fridgar had taken the upper hand, it was once again taken from him in the form of a hook to the jaw. The blow sent him staggering, a ringing in his ears and his vision fuzzy 'Keep going, the prick is going to fuck up soon enough.' he encouraged himself, taking another swing for the man.

It was slow, pathetic even. With his adrenaline spent and hazy concussion, not to mention the broken bones and bleeding - he couldn't much muster the strength to fight. With little effort, Warren pushed his attempted cross aside and punched him in the eye, knocking him into the makeshift wooden wall. He gripped the plank with an open palm for support as he started to slide for the floor. With the last of his strength, he pushed from the wall with balled fist, aiming to uppercut Warren the prick. Warren simply hammer fisted his head mid-leap and knocked the Giant Lothar to the floor. He lay on the floor a bloody mess, coughing and wheezing through swollen lips. He could no longer look from his right eye, it was blackened with internal bleeding and swollen to the point that he couldn't open it. The whites of his right eye had reddened from the burst blood vessels, due to the violently shifted pressure in his brain.

He put the palms of his hands to the floor, trying to push himself up with weakened arms, earning a raised eyebrow from Warren, then a boot to his ribs - sounding a cracking noise as they gave way to the man's immortal velocity. Fridgar was knocked to his back with the blow, grimacing with agony and coughing some more, grateful that his broken ribs didn't pierce his lung at least. "I guess this means I'm not getting the second half of the money?" he sputtered, laughing through a haze of numbness. Warren grinned, raising his boot above the Lothar's head - ready to end this.
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Alex couldn’t do it. She stood, her father oblivious in front of her, and watched as he kicked Fridgar in the ribs, the crack audible even from where she was standing.

But she couldn’t force herself to throw the acid at him- who knew what permanent effects it would have? How could she even this about doing that to her own father?

She almost set it down, but a rebellious thought wormed its way to the surface of her mind.

He doesn’t deserve to call himself your father

That was all it took- the indecision was broken. Alex steeled her nerves, and threw the contents of a bucket.

It struck Warren across the low back, soaking his left leg. The scream filled the hut and Alex tried to cover her ears, but it was useless. Warren tottered and fell backwards, frantically rubbing at the wound. Alex watched, half horrified and half fascinated as the flesh bubbled away, blood oozing out of the wound to mix on the floor with the dirt and dust.

Just as suddenly as it had begun, the screaming stopped. Rushing forwards, Alex knelt to check Warren’s pulse, but he was still alive. He was unconscious, but that was something she could live with.

“Fridgar?” Alex knelt beside him, her jaw dropping as she caught sight of his injuries. The man would be lucky if his face ever looked similar to how it had before. Aelig’s balls, he’d be lucky if he didn’t scare little kids just by walking down the street.

She snorted at that, somehow remaining calm despite the situation. The man was a beast- he probably already scared children on the streets.

“Okay, stay still. I…I don’t know what I’m going to do.”

Alex leaned back and sighed. This was a problem. First things first, she had to get Fridgar somewhere safe. Her father, when he woke, would be hunting for him in all the doctors shops- he needed to be kept out of those places. His home, the place she dropped the note off, should work.

“Frid? I’m gonna bring you home,” she said softly.

Carefully, Alex pulled one of the blankets off the bed and rolled Fridgar onto it. He seemed out of it, but she winced as she saw his left arm, which had received the brunt of the missed acid. It was fully covered in blisters, some already popped and oozing pus across the floor. The dirt clung to the open wounds, and Alex had to stop. She grabbed their good first aid kit and brought it beside Fridgar. Carefully, she opened the large bottle of antiseptic and poured it liberally across his arm, rinsing it clean. It had to hurt like hell, and she whispered apologies under her breath to him as she worked.

Alex pulled out a needle and thread to sew up the worst of the wounds, but a banging interrupted her from the front door. Careful to keep her head down, she peered out the bottom of the window to see three bored looking guards with torches. The nearest one knocked again, apparently getting impatient.

Alex swore quietly. This wasn’t good. Their plan had always been to leave long before anyone would notice the bodies in the basement, but a search now? It screwed them all over.

There was a small alley behind their house, but there wasn’t any door. Now that she thought about it, it seemed incredibly dumb of them to choose a spot without another escape route.

Alex quietly slid a piece of wood across the rickety door- it wouldn’t hold them for long, but every trill helped.

Careful to avoid any patches of light, Alex returned to the back room and looked at Fridgar. The man must weigh twice what Alex did- there was no way this was going to be quick.

The back wall was the oldest wall, and didn’t appear to have ever been replaced. Rotted wood at the bottom reached about a third of the way up, and Alex thanked her luck.

She tried her best to be quiet as she pulled at the rotted wood, cutting a tiny hole just wide enough for Fridgar to fit through. Torchlight flickered through the windows, casting dancing shadows on the floor as the guards peered through the grimy windows. She heard one of them laugh, an obnoxious sound, and paused.

She needed to change forms. She had done enough as Alex recently, and she was worried things were going to catch up with her. Trills passed as her body warmed, then cooled and Valyeria folded up her wings, the shirt now tight against her larger chest and wings.

“Shhh,” Valyeria hissed at Fridgar and pulled a cowl over her head. She began tugging at him, slowly inching him towards their escape when she heard a cry. A face stared back at her from the window, shock obvious on his features. Footsteps sounded as he ran back to the front, and she heard the rattle of the door as he tried to open it.

Not waiting any long, Valyeria gave up all pretense of stealth. She put her full body weight into the pull, but Fridgar weighed too much. She moved him across the room, and she ducked beneath the hole, bracing herself on either side as she quickly pulled him through.

The alley was odd- it didn’t connect to the street their house was on, and odds were the Knight’s didn’t know the area well enough to have someone chasing after her. Fridgar had barely fit through, and Alex spared precious trills to set up some of the rotted chunks in the gap of the wall. Perhaps it wouldn’t be immediately obvious.

She turned back to the body laying on the blanket and cursed.

How am I supposed to get this away from here?
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He shut his eyes, the sight of the boot looming above him wasn't all that pleasant - Warren had stepped in something gross looking, probably himself in all honesty. 'Damn, you're still awesome at insults even at the end, dude. We had a good one, got any regrets?' He pondered for a moment, was talking to himself appropriate at his death bed? The sudden sting on his arm forced a cringe - it must have seriously hurt for him to have felt it through the haze, not that it mattered anymore. He opened his eyes to see Warren stumbling with his back burning away, "Whoa..." he started, "Chill out dude...". He finished, completely oblivious to what had happened.

As Valyeria rushed over to him and spoke his name, he replied "Nah, you know me, well... maybe one." in a slur. As if he'd misheard her, he replied to her order of telling him to stay still with "I wish I'd bought that lass some flowers, the one at the cottage in the woods." in the same slur - seemingly in a world of his own. He nodded when she told him she'd take him home "Well, I never see her smile. It's a shame... she has a REALLY pretty smile..." He spoke, grinning through his bloodied features. He hissed at the sudden splash on his burnt skin, lifting his head he saw Val, treating his wounds. "Oh, hi Val." he spoke as if he'd only now acknowledged her presence.

Once Val had returned he spoke "Oh, you're a bird now? That's cool I guess." then waved at the man in the window, he hadn't noticed him until now. As Val started dragging him, the dude seemed to notice Fridgar's wave, then looked to them in shock before trying to break into the house, forcing a hazy chuckle from the Lothar as the dragging sped up. Missing spaces of his memory, he found himself outside, he looked to Val with awe "You're a mage? Oh yeah, you can shapeshift can't you. Me too, watch this!" He spoke, sitting himself up against the wall with a wince and focusing. "I'll turn into a horse and get us out of here!" He spoke as he quickened his ether, preparing for an unleash.

He started to sweat and his skin reddened as it had when he'd unleashed for Rey'na some six trials ago. Finally ready, he gripped his totem necklace with intent - it was only when he started shrinking that he realised he'd gripped the wrong totem. It was a lot less painful than the other times he'd tried it, perhaps he was just too numb? He grimaced regardless as his features shifted, his beard and hair shrinking inward and light ginger furr growing all over as his clothes became too big, far too big. Once he'd changed forms, he climbed from his shirt and looked to Val with a meow.
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He stepped out of his clothing as a full feline and looked up to Valyeria. His totem necklace clung loosely to his form, he dropped it to the floor, slid the knot to make it smaller then slid it back on. He'd recovered some of his senses, pressure in his head had stabilised with the change of size, at least a little.

The rest of his wounds had transferred with the form, he'd hiss occasionally as his broken ribs got in the way of movement and the front of his fur was matted with blood. His nose had become part of his skull, it was evidently going to be very sore, but if it stayed untouched they wouldn't have too much of a problem with it. One of his front legs was slowly stripped of its fur in patches as the wind brushed over them, leaving reddened marks in its place.

He looked to Val expectantly, then to his clothing. He couldn't carry it himself even if he wasn't struggling to move with broken ribs, he just prayed that she'd pick them up for him. He stumbled uncomfortably as he took a step forward, hissing with agony as his ribs echoed a sharp pain within him - forget carrying the clothes, he couldn't even walk. As the haze started to set in once more, his moment of clarity fading - he looked to Val with pleading eyes. At least now he’d be easier to carry, he spoke in a series of mews as realisation struck ’Why didn’t I just turn into a bear for the fight?’.
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Fridgar was obviously delirious, and Alex merely shook her head, the amusement she would normally get from the situation tempered by the fact that both her father and the Kinghts were hunting them.

So when Fridgar claimed he would transform into a horse and ride away with them, Valyeria wrote it off as confusion. Perhaps through his pain he really thought he was a mage? That seemed an odd thing to imagine, but who was she to tell him not to?

The meow broke Valyeria from her thoughts, and lines appeared across her forehead. Where had he gone? The small tawny cat meowed again, hissing as it tried to walk.

Understanding dawned across Valyeria, followed by confusion. If he was a mage, why not change forms in the fight with her father? She knew from personal experience how fast the mages could change.

What were they called? She drudged through her memories, smiling as she caught hold of it. Becomers, that’s what he was.

Happy with herself, Valyeria looked down to the cat who was giving her obvious “pick up my clothes, dumb human” looks.

“Sorry Frid- they’ll follow those, and I’ll look suspicious carrying them. I’ll buy you new clothes at some point.”

She leaned down and pulled a small sack from the blanket where she had tossed it in her frantic escape. She fished around inside, grabbing a small purse which she showed him.

“I at least made sure you got your first hundred nel.”

Moving quickly Valyeria shuffled the clothes into a pile in the corner. With how bloody and torn they were, she doubted Frid really wanted them anyway. Once it was less obvious what had happened, she bent down and carefully picked up the cat.

“I swear, if you scratch me I’ll drop you and leave you to your own devices.”

Valyeria wasn’t much of a cat person, though this one was cute. If she hadn’t known it was Frid she might have been a little cuddlier with it, but she couldn’t get the idea of the bear of a man out of her mind. She doubted he would appreciate the extra attention anyway.

Huddling over the car, Valyeria walked quickly through Low-town and was soon outside of the walls. She followed the path that she remembered, stopping in front of a small house in the woods.

Something about it was still familiar, but she didn’t have time tonight to figure it out. Carefully, Valyeria lay the cat on the front stoop, setting the purse next to him.

“If you need to change back, now would be the time Frid,” she said.

Finally, Valyeria knocked on the door and left quickly. She moved quickly through the forest, returning to the city. She went up and down several streets, looking around for any witnesses before taking off her shirt and flying to the top of a building. The cold bit at her mercilessly, but she needed to hide her trail. She repeated this several more times before she was confident she wasn’t going to be followed by either her father or the guard. Still moving quickly, she shifted back to Alex and began looking.

She found a dirty, grungy inn and paid for 40 trials, in gold. She could tell the owner was surprised and would probably remember her for a while, but there was no way to help it.

Exhausted, Alex barred her door, dragging her bed across, and collapsed on it. She was asleep within bits.
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His eyes fell to the floor, his ears drooping from their pointed upward state. He had to leave his clothes behind? He really liked those clothes, he'd brought them with him from Warrick. He nodded with understanding after a few trills had passed, it couldn't be helped - Val was right. His eyes lit up at the mention of his 100 nel, the nel Warren had paid him upfront on his first day of this fucked up job. His heart sank a little as she balled up his clothes and shoved them in a corner. If cats could sigh, he'd surely be sighing right now, very audibly and obnoxiously too.

He didn't protest as Val picked him up, she was quite careful in handling him and didn't further injure him. He meowed in response to her threat, fair enough. If a cat had scratched Fridgar, he'd have killed it and turned it into a totem - oh wait. He held back a purr as he was carried through the streets of Andaris, he didn't think Val would much appreciate it. Once they'd headed through the gates, they were home free - a clear path to Rey's house. He ought'a buy her flowers some time. At last, he was put down along with the purse of nel Warren had given him. Surveying the scene briefly, he appeared to be at a giant version of Rey'na's house, no wait - he was just small. He looked to Valyeria and meowed in as grateful a tone that he could.

In a flash, she knocked the door and disappeared into the tree line, he waited a moment at the doorstep for Rey'na to answer - he'd been gone for three trials, had forgotten to write to her for the one prior and would now be showing up beaten and bloody, and a cat. For some reason, she didn't answer, was she just a heavy sleeper? He sighed, he'd have to let himself in, he slid his totem necklace to the floor and focused his being on his true form's totem, it came so much easier than it had when he left Warrick. Being ready within trills, he placed a paw on the 'Fridgar totem' with intent, taking the long, agonising 7 bit transformation instead of risking an overstep.
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He lay in the snow, curled up and completely naked - blackened patches of skin coated his upper body. He shakily pushed up from the floor with his blistered, patchy arm and looked about. "What the fuck?" he spoke aloud, not entirely sure how he'd gotten back home, only bits and pieces came to mind from when he'd pinned warren to the stone wall and onward. Pushing onto his feet, he winced - a horrible stabbing pain in the ribs to his right, he looked to his body with confusion. Robek had left him like this once, had he broken a rib like before? He hoped not, he was bed ridden for Trials when he was younger.

He dared not attempt to breathe through his nose or open his right eye, he instead stood up and carefully opened the door. Limping on behalf of his ribs and back, he made his way to his bag where he'd left the first aid kit He set out all the tools he would need on the table while he let his eyes adjust to the dark. Robek had broken his nose plenty of times, his siblings had always been there to patch him up - but he'd never patched himself up. He recalled using an unleash in an alleyway behind Val's house for some reason, he turned into a cat? He couldn't help but ponder why he'd done that when he could have easily turned into a bear and mauled Warren.

He shook his head, taking hold of one of the splints and breaking it in two, then putting one half to his nose for measurement. Once satisfied with the size he put the splints down and gently felt his nose - it moved with ease, but it had been aligned as normal - perhaps his transformation had set everything back in its place? If only it had been so kind as to heal his injuries. Realigning everything was pleasant enough, it hurt like hell when his brothers and sisters did it for him back in the day - he'd have hated to do it himself. He put the splints to his nose and held them either side with one hand, he took the bandages from the table and wrapped them tight around his head. Once satisfied, he released the bandages, waiting a couple of trills and giving the splint a chance to drop. When it stayed held tight by the bandage, he set about the other tools.

About a break later, the sun had started rising. He'd sown up all the wounds he could, sterilised and all - nothing could be done for his ribs unless he wanted to stop breathing, he'd just have to lay down for trials on end. Maintaining a shallow breath, he limped to his room, leaving the medical supplies on the table. He slowly and carefully slid in to bed, sitting himself upright and letting the silence settle.
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Name: Fridgar

Knowledge:
Strength: Striking Through Stone is Possible... Someday.
Warren Crossen: Tried to Kill You
Warren Crossen: Fast Reflexes
Acrobatics: Blindly Diving
Endurance: Withstanding Punches
Unarmed: Keep Trying Until You Land a Blow
Unarmed: The Gut is a Weak Spot
Psychology: Self Encouragement Keeps You Going
Rey'na: You Should Buy Her Flowers
Becoming: Re-Aligns Broken Bones
Medicine: How to Care For Your Own Injuries

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Injuries:
Bruised Knuckles - Hit a Hardhead - 2 to 5 trials to Heal
Broken Nose - Punched by Warren - 5 to 9 trials to Heal
Several Body Bruises - Punched by Warren - 2 to 8 trials to Heal
Bruised Jaw - Punched by Warren - 2 to 5 trials to Heal
Two Broken Ribs - Kicked by Warren - 20 trials to Heal
Acid-Washed Arm - Accidentally Hit with Acid - 20 to 25 trials to Heal
Fame: -2 Act of Magic
Devotion: N/A

Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 5/5
Structure: 5/5
Magic: These Points MAY be used for Magic
Name: Vluharqih

Knowledge:
Poisons: The Thigh and Arm are Good Places for Injections
Poison: Moseke's Mist
Warren: Went Against Your Wishes
Warren: Tried to Kill Fridgar
Medicine: What Acid Wounds Look Like
Strength: Pulling the Dead Weight of an Unconscious Lothar
Deception: Covering Things Up in Hopes to Fool Those Who Are After You
Fridgar: Becomer
Fridgar: Chose to Help Him Over Your Father
Magic: Becoming

Loot:
-8 GN for a heavy blanket (due to Fridgar's size)
-2 GN for a large vial of antiseptic alcohol
-40 SN (4 GN) for a poor room for 40 nights at Ye Olde Inn
Injuries: N/A
Fame:
+1 General Good Deed (Helped Fridgar Get Home)
-6 Murder of Two NPCs
Total: -5 Fame
Devotion: N/A

Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 5/5
Structure: 5/5
Magic: These Points may NOT be used for Magic

Comment: .......Vlu, how dare you hit Fridgar with acid! Don't you see how badly he was already beaten up?! XD Okay, okay, in all seriousness... You saved him and I loved that. I loved reading this thread, from the horrific fight to the hurried escape after, to seeing Fridgar have to care for himself at home. I found this thread to be very enjoyable to read, and I hope my review does it justice. I'm only sorry I didn't get to review the first three parts! Hope to read more of Vlu and Frid, they make a... strange but fun pair to read. Hopefully next time Fridgar will be fully paid and less beat up.

Please PM me if you have any comments or concerns. <3
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