In a small cottage, a young wizard was working over an alchemy table. "Well, this should do it! With a little more work on this potion; I can get back to the mage college of Flackenshire!". He heard some arguing going on, and decided to investigate. When he exited his cabin; he saw Urk, Alpha, and Marissa walking together. He was instantly awe struck by Marissa; and went to invite the travelers into his cottage. "S..so what's the business o-of such a upstanding woman accompanying these brut-uh gentlemen?" "A story FAR too long and to painful to tell." Marissa said in a tone void of all mirth. "T-hat's a...uh, very nice weapon. are you a warrior too?" "No, I'm not." Marissa said. She could feel the wizard was interested too. It was all so strange. Marissa had always been perfectly average her whole life; why the sudden attention now? A group of thuggish looking men approached the cottage. "Melvin! It's the blood hands! cough up the gold; and we'll be on our way!" Melvin turned pale. "What!? You're scared of common brigands!? You're a WIZARD for Angel's sake!" Marissa shouted; putting Ivan behind her back. "We-well, I majored in healing and alchemy. I have no offensive abilities" Melvin said softly. Thinking quickly, Marissa grabbed a glass off the alchemy table and threw it into the crowd of bandits. "My eyes!" "I can't breathe!" "THE PAIN! MY SKIN! IT"S ROTTING OFF!". Melvin turned to Marissa; brimming with gratitude. "That was supposed to be an all purpose spice that would make anything delicious...T-thank you miss! You saved me from presenting that to the board of the Flackenshire academy of mage craft!" Marissa knew what was going to happen. She simply moved on, and prepared for the wizard to join them on their journey. At this point Marissa just wanted to get to the capital, and ditch them. Most women would love the idea of a dreamboat, a bad boy, and a nerd fighting over her. Marissa, who was a widow did not. Not to mention the intellectual caliber of her suitors hurt her self esteem. Melvin, being new to the party; and eager to prove himself to Marissa piped up. "You know, I happen to be friends with an aristocrat, who's manor is not too far from here. I'm sure he'ed be willing to provide us with a carriage; or even better form of transportation. Ooo; perhaps Griffins!" Marissa pondered for a moment. "Very well, whatever gets us to the capital quickly." She snapped. Melvin's face lit up with delight before exchanging a smug look to his simmering rivals. Off they went.
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Marissa's unenthusiastic adventure
FantastikMarissa is a young peasant woman on the Northern frontier of the Winnecor Empire. She tends the fields, and raises her son; Ivan in a peaceful, uninterrupted life. But when adventure comes to her door... She'll leave such things to someone else. Can...
