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"As always, I can take care of it," Freya said, dissolving her armor.
"Well, I think I'll go take a bath..." Amity commented, stretching a little before moving closer to Luz and whispering something in her ear that made her blush.
Amity gave her a small smile and then took her leave, leaving a rather stunned Luz in the living room under the perplexed looks of the two adventurers.
"Umh... I think ... I'll be away for a while ... in my room ... without being disturbed... ok, bye!", she exclaimed, quickly leaving the living room.
Merren snorted a light laugh, shaking his head before taking out the lute and beginning to play a soft melody.
As the half-elf played, he noticed Freya giving him a worried look, sitting in the armchair next to him with the hands clasped in her lap.
"Something is bothering you?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
The paladin sighed slightly.
"Actually, yes," she murmured.
"Do you want to talk about it?", proposed the half-elf.
Freya looked down at her a little, considering her words.
"You were... careless," she began.
Merren showed an apologetic look, stopping the song.
"I know.., I'm sorry," he murmured, looking down.
"Try to be more careful in the future, okay?" she asked in a calm tone.
"I'll do better, I promise," he nodded with a slightly dejected look.
Freya gave him a gentle smile in response and then approached him and lifted his face and looked into his eyes.
"But don't change, you're a sweet person... and then I still haven't thanked you for your thoughtfulness last night," she said, giving him a light kiss on the cheek, which surprised the bard quite a bit.
With a light laugh Freya took her leave, returning to her room and leaving the young half-elf in the living room with a distraught expression.
"Okay, another day, another opportunity to divide the spoils!", exclaimed the young half-elf as he had carefully put the objects taken from Azoth's tomb on the table.
"I had them checked and apparently none of them were cursed, so we can happily divide the spoils of war, starting with this," he said, taking the twisted ivory wand.
"A Wand of the War Mage with a second level enchantment makes your spell casting aim much more precise and allows you to ignore cover from your targets if they hide," he explained and then ran a hand over his chin .
"It would be very useful for some of my spells," he commented.
"If you want it you can take it, I don't need it anyway with my glyphs," Luz shrugged.
"Me neither, I haven't used wands since I was a little girl," Amity replied, crossing her arms and making a dismissing gesture with her hand.
"Oh good, excellent I would say," said the half-elf, satisfied and then put the wand back in his bag.
"Another item is this hood, it has the same properties as a Hat of Disguise meaning it allows you to use Disguise Self as a cantrip," he said, taking the hood.
"I honestly don't need it, are any of you interested?", he asked, looking at his companions.
Freya raised a hand slightly, earning a curious look from the three.
"What? I'm interested, it would allow me to fill my gap in stealth... as well as wardrobe," she said, blushing slightly.
Merren chuckled lightly, handing it to her.
"All yours, enjoy," he exclaimed and then took the red spherical stone.
"This is possibly the most precious object, a Stone of Intellect, same properties as the Stone of Protection with the difference that this increases the user's intellectual abilities... it is very precious for wizards and artificers," he explained, arousing interested looks in the two witches.
"Do you want it batata? We could both have floating stones," the witch of abominations offered with a smile.
"It's a nice idea but... you can keep it, it would be much more useful in your hands," Luz replied, returning her smile.
"As you wish," said the other, taking the stone and feeling its smooth consistency in her hands.
"And finally... a staff with a second degree of enchantment for you," the half-elf finally said, handing the staff to the witch who showed a slightly disappointed look.
"That's all? And the armor you got?", she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Fashionable Studded Leather... it's basically the armor you already have but without the protection enchantment," he revealed, not helping the Latina's mood.
Amity gave her a sorry look.
"If you want we can trade, do you want my stone?", she asked, handing it to him.
Luz reluctantly didn't accept, gently making her hand retreat.
"No no hermosa, you can keep it... I'll be happy with it", she shrugged.
"If you want you can sell the staff and buy something you like," Merren suggested.
"Oh yes, I could... what do you think it would be worth?", she asked, handing him the aforementioned object.
The half-elf narrowed his eyes, analyzing it.
"Mmm... a couple of thousand, so if you resell it you could earn a thousand gold coins or so"
"Aww... I see," the young witch murmured, showing a pout.
"Why are you so dejected?" Freya asked, raising an eyebrow.
Luz sighed, placing a hand on her forehead dramatically.
"Sometimes a girl's wishes can be unattainable," she said cryptically, eliciting puzzled looks from her girlfriend and Freya.
Merren, however, looked at her impassively.
"You want that Oathbow, don't you?" he asked.
"Yes, my treassssure," the girl said, narrowing her eyes and rubbing her hands together.
Amity giggled slightly, understanding the reference while the two adventurers didn't.
After heading to the general store and selling any valuables and bonding over their new items, the group prepared to depart to their new destination, the Rotten Tower in Farwen's Keep.
They arrived at the chosen place in a few minutes, a small patch of land surrounded by two rivers on which a small village of dilapidated and ruined houses was erected between high stone walls while in the direction of what must have been a port on the beach stood the Rotten Tower.
A cylindrical building constructed of dark green stone, the exterior walls divided into five floors decorated like rings with circular patterns with diamonds framing broken windows.
The streets in the fortress were gray and dead stone while rotting vegetation adorned the houses destroyed by weather and time.
The group could indistinctly see groups of undead wandering aimlessly through the streets, staring at the sky and lolling around without any knowledge of themselves.
"Man, this place is creepy," Luz muttered, grimacing.
"What happened to this place to be in this state?" Amity asked, worried.
"It's the fault of the Rotting Tower, that place is protected up to its neck by all sorts of enchantments as well as being almost impenetrable... the undead you see are the poor unfortunates who tried to enter the building and... well, you can see the results," Merren replied in a serious tone, causing unreassured look...
"Okay, do we have a plan?" Freya asked.
"We could stay nice and comfortable here on the palismen and bomb the undead from above," Merren proposed with a shrug.
"I support this idea!" Luz immediately exclaimed, raising a hand.
"And I second it," Amity said with a tight smile.
Freya raised an eyebrow and then shrugged.
"Okay, have fun"
Merren smiled widely and then pointed at a group of undead near the fortress gates.
"Oh yes! Just fireball! Arde!!!"
Throwing the fireball at the zombie horde, the explosion engulfed them, reducing them all to ash.
Amity instead aimed at a group of zombies a little closer, crowded in an alley on the left.
With a magic circle she shot a small flame that exploded into a purple fireball, burning them all.
This time Merren aimed at a horde of zombies massed further ahead in a small square.
With another explosion they were blown up, leaving pieces of charred corpses on the ground.
The witch of abominations flew further, encountering another dozen zombies in a street on the left who did not hesitate to make a clean sweep.
After the last remaining groups of zombies on a bridge and along the way to the tower were eliminated, the group flew along the designated building, this time eyeing a dozen skeletons arranged in a strangely orderly manner in front of the door.
As soon as they approached, one of the skeletons in front of the door, wrapped in black robes, turned his gaze towards them and, raising his staff, he pointed a finger at them.
The group's eyes widened as they recognized the familiar spell being used against them.
A red aura enveloped the skeleton, feeling its spell being nullified.
The group turned their gaze towards the person in charge, witnessing a Merren with his arm raised and his index and middle fingers tense.
"Counterspell! Because I learn from my mistakes!", exclaimed the half-elf, an arrogant smile on his face.
In response, another skeleton covered in black robes raised his index finger, pointing it towards the group.
"Oh shit, there's two of them ... dodge!" Merren shouted.
With an evasive maneuver the group tried to deflect the spell with mixed results.
Luz was almost unharmed, veering sharply to the left but letting it hit Freya in the back as she screamed in pain.
Amity instead took to the air, being knocked out by the flames slightly while Merren just suffered a few light burns thanks to the natural fire protection that the Spellmark gave him.
"Ahh! Freya! Are you okay!?", asked Luz, worried as she turned her gaze to her companion behind her.
"Mh... yes, don't worry, I'll try to cure myself as soon as possible," said the young aasimar, her face contrite with pain.
The human witch nodded as she summoned the Mage Hand and handing it her tome she tore out four pages, inscribing the empowered glyph in the arrow.
Amity on the other hand groaned, by blowing out a flame she steps back and then pointed her finger at the group of skeletons and this time generated a magic circle of a much darker purple, producing a flame of the same color.
After she threw it, a huge explosion of purple flames took place, rotating slightly and then growing larger, exploding a second time under the amazed gazes of the rest of the group.
"Woah... that was the most incredible fireball I've ever seen," Merren commented in amazement.
"Whohoo!! Amity! Amity! Amity!", her girlfriend cheered, waving an arm in the sky.
Freya giggled slightly before narrowing her eyes and noticing that four skeletons had survived.
"Some are still standing! Be careful!", she exclaimed, alarming the others.
Merren eyed the remaining skeletons, now almost completely charred.
With a mere wave of his hand he pointed his index finger at them and fired a fireball enhanced as a fourth circle spell.
With another explosion, the group of skeletons was finally settled and the outside of the fortress completely cleared of the undead.