You sit on the floor in a meditative pose. You pull together all your knowledge and all your energy, your chi, your mana, or whatever you wish to call it. You call it all upon one point, and shape. You shape it in a manner you see fit, it is completely under you control, you are a GOD. You feel as if you can do anything, and you choose to heal yourself. You can sense as a wave of healing goes over your body, helping your wounds recover.
You recover 1 HP.
Feeling perfectly fine with your status of aching all over, you attempt to sharpen your sword. You hit your sword with a piece of rubble, which cause a long crack to appear on the blade, and it splits in two, with one half falling off. Somehow the remaining half is sharper though, but the sword is so horribly unbalanced, that should any skeletons attempt to grab it, their wrists would simply break in half, you highly doubt your wrists are any better.
Name:
, a level 1 misguided fool
Experience: [17/20]
Health:
[79/100]Traits: Bad Savvy: You have an incredibly wrong impression of the world, somehow you dont utterly fail though. Bonus on actions that really shouldnt work.
Inventory: Raggy clothes(equipped), silver necklace(equipped), sharp horribly unbalanced iron sword(equipped)
Weapons: sharp horribly unbalanced iron sword, right fist, mouth, left foot, right foot