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The Fighter went to roll another corpse onto its back with his foot. The tip of his toe punctured
through the charred husk. It felt similar to kicking a log that had been left on the fire. As the skin
crumbled away and a pungent odour of overcooked pork filled the Fighters nose. He coughed
slightly but was able to hold back the retching. The Cleric was not so resilient to the stench. The
Pyromancer laughed.
The Fighter found it hard to believe that only a few moments earlier the party were eating dinner
around a campfire, deep in conversation, when a sudden yell rang out from the dark tree line.
Several bandits sprung forth, all brandishing sharp cutting implements which glimmered
dangerously in the pale moonlight. The Fighter knew that he barely had enough time to draw his
sword before the first one would be upon him. He anticipated a blow to the shoulder, hopefully it
would not take his arm off before the Cleric could heal him. Just as the Bandit was about to bring
his sword down he burst into flame. He cartwheeled and lay screaming to the floor. This sudden
combustion of a man left the Fighter slightly dazed but yet he thought he heard the Pyromancer say
"It is rude to disturb people during supper".
The tree line became engulfed in a wall of flame and several other screams of pain accompanied the
crackling of twigs. By this point there were three bandits who stood between their fallen comrade
and the line of fire which cut off the Bandit's escape route. The lead ruffian turned his head to
contemplate jumping through the flame and running away but he decided against it. As he turned
back a small fireball struck him between the eyes, engulfing his head in a brilliant orange. The
Bandit would have screamed If he was given the chance, but at he inhaled to shriek he swallowed
the scorching air that destroyed his vocal chords and his lungs. He dropped to his knees and
slumped on his side.
The next Bandit bellowed as she charged forward, brandishing a dagger as she ran. The
Pyromancer smirked and the air around him began to shimmer. As he did the grass at his feet
began to wither and the mud began to crack, resembling a watering hole that had not seen fresh
water for years. This arid circle expanded from the Pyromancer's feet at an alarming rate. As the
Bandit stepped into the circle she stumbled against the intense heat. She dropped the blade and her
hair began to whither. She clawed at the barren earth, pulling herself towards the Pyromancer's
feet. By the time she reached him she appeared old and wrinkled, her lips chapped and split, pain
writhing on her face. It was as if all the water in her body was being sucked from her by the warm
air. "Mercy" she whispered, but the Pyromancer simply stepped over her. She dropped to dirt,
dead.
The final Bandit was a brute of a man, standing a full head over the Pyromancer. He was decked in
thick iron armour with a iron helmet that covered his face. He held a viscous looking axe in both
hands. The Bandit lunged, swinging the axe in a deadly arc that aimed to split the Pyromancer in
two. The Pyromancer stood to accept the blow. The head of the axe bit into the side of the
Pyromancer, but instead of meat, the blade found fire as the Pyromancer morphed into a lick of
flame that swirled around weapon. The Pyromancer morphed back into form with the palm of his
hand flat against the Bandits helmet. A slight hissing sound filled the air as the Pyromancer's hand
melted through the iron with a simple elegant push. The Pyromancer then pushed his hand
through the bandit's face, out of the back of
his head before finally penetrating the back
of the Bandit's helmet.
Assign these scores to your stats: 9 (+0), 8 (-1), 15 (+1), 16 (+2), 15 (+1), 12 (+0)
STRENGTH DEXTERITY CONSTITUTION INTELLEGENCE WISDOM CHARISMA
Advanced Moves
When you gain a level from 2-5 choose a move When you gain a level from 6-10 you may
from these: choose a move from this list.