Leveling up as a Battle Mage
Finrod was just a young elf when the suns of Melos darkened and an evil entity appeared, bestowing a system upon its inhabitants. With it came hordes of creatures that were out for blood. It was either fight and level up or die, and Finrod is far from giving up. Equipping the Battle Mage class, he fights through hordes of gnarly creatures, hoping to survive the new apocalyptic landscape. [WSA 2024 Entry] Reviews, powerstones and engagements will be appreciated, thanks for reading.
Leaving
She turned to the unconscious elf and spoke to her graimpuf, "Pouka, wake our guest."
The graimpuf leaped on the unconscious elf and ran her tongue enthusiastically over his face like he was a delicious piece of meat.
"Wake up you." Said Elessar.
A little groan escaped the elf, he then raised his head up a little.
"Oh, hello." He said to the graimpuf above him with a weak smile.
The graimpuf rubbed her tongue over his face again causing him to lower his head to the ground once again.
"That's enough Pouka." Elessar said, bringing forward a wooden bowl of soup.
The graimpuf left Finrod and he found the strength to sit up. He took the bowl from Elessar and weakly took spoons of soup into his mouth.
A few minutes passed with Elessar watching Finrod eat his meal. After he was done, he let out a "ahh" like his mouth sizzled, it was out of satisfaction rather.