Azeban the Trickster

It looks like it's going to rain today. Then again, you muse as you stare upwards at the churning grey skies, it always looks like it's going to rain around these parts, but rarely ever seems to get around to actually doing so. A butterfly catches your eye as it flutters across your field of vision, but you only get a scant couple seconds to admire the intricate patterns on its glossy purple wings before it vanishes from sight, chased off by the increasingly audible sounds of sloshing water and grumbling voices from behind you and to your right.

"--fuck is even the point of coming to these parts anymore, anything valuable has long been taken. Hell, the only thing here are filthy critters and the rare quest mob. Even the quest mobs are low level in this dump."

"Shush child" The other voice speaks "We are here for the hide of a spirit, no matter how trivial this task may be. Rare items of any beast bring in good amounts of coin. Remember just be on the lookout for the blasted purple raccoon and then will have a nice payday."

"I guess" The first voice grunts.

Quickly, you submerge yourself into the murk to avoid their notice. No matter how weak your enemy is, you are a trickster spirit, you trick you don't fight.

You look at your status.

Azeban the Trickster (former) God

Lvl: 5
Health: 7
Melee Attack: 2
Mana: 25
Weakness: Melee Attacks
Special Abilities: Wise up: Regenerate 5 MP/sec while draining your movement speed
Poof!: Send a bolt of magic to a target, 80% chance to have a random magical effect
Doll Magic: Imbue mana into a doll to amplify a spell's effect_

At this level, should any adventurer strike you, you would fall down dead. Only to hide once more seeking for an escape from this hell and attempt to regain your former status.

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