“Need to spend some time figuring out how to spend points. Didn’t get to it during the swamp ride.” Valgrin commented, “Be a good way to relax once I get to the room.”
Malcolm nodded, “I’m in the same boat. Used reviewing it as a way to calm myself in the swamp, but didn’t think I was in the right headspace to decide how to spend. And honestly, not sure I can really remember what I saw in my character sheet.”
“Oh, I got to level up.” Skwilly cried out.
Izzy laughed at the priggy’s excitement. “Sounds like a good next step. I may have a few points to spend myself.” She slapped Malcolm’s shoulder playfully, “Be a good way to kill time while your head down in your sheet.”
The group filed out of the dining area, leaving Malcolm and Izzy alone at the wooden table. Valgrin led the way up the creaking staircase, with Skwilly bouncing excitedly at his heels. The others trudged behind, their footsteps growing fainter as they climbed the two flights of worn steps to their rooms.
Closing the door behind him, Valgrin plopped on the bed. Sandy, how many points was there?
?INTERACTION—You have fifty points to spend.?
“Hmm, with the boons my Wisdom and Intelligence are pretty high,” Valgrin said to Skwilly. “Given that the Structure seems to be pushing me to some type of fighter, probably should spend more on Strength and Endurance. What do you think?”
Skwilly looked up, “Makes sense to me, if that matters.”
“It does, need some reaffirmation I’m thinking it through. I’ll spend fifteen on those two and divide the rest on Reflexes and Resistance/Willpower.”
Character Sheet.
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Need to look into that Pathway thing—not sure I want to lose Assimilate. Trancing on the other hand, don’t mind replacing it, doubt I’d ever use it. Now how to spend points? I wonder if…
“We have arrived.” Challaretha declared.
Guess I’ll work on spending points later. Valgrin dismissed the stat sheet.
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Malcolm looked over at Izzy, “Before getting into reviewing my sheet, did you want to move to your room and more comfy seats?”
Izzy nodded and led the way through the back door and into her sitting room, where the warm glow of oil lamps cast dancing shadows across walls adorned with faded tapestries. She closed the door behind them with a soft click.
Malcolm sank into one of the two overstuffed chairs, the deep-green velvet worn thin at the armrests, and released a deep sigh as the cushion molded to his frame. Sandy, Character Sheet. Already know where I want to spend, Strength, Reflexes, Resistance/Willpower.
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Malcolm made the changes and smiled, “Tried to be as quick as poss…” The words died in his throat. Izzy's head had drooped against the worn velvet, her chest rising and falling in the slow rhythm of sleep. He stood up and shook her gently. Her eyelids fluttered. "Bed," he whispered. She mumbled something unintelligible, but her feet found the floor.
In the bedroom, she collapsed onto the mattress. Malcolm drew the blanket to her chin, hesitated for a heartbeat, then slipped beneath the covers beside her.