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Aria North: HP = 98, PP = 34, EP = 34 Status: Fine
Aria North could still smell the ashes, after three days of travel. She had gone to the local lake to clean herself off but she couldn't clean everything completely and so she still carried the scent of her destroyed home. The blade she had found was strange. She couldn't manage to keep the soot off of it no matter how hard she tried. When she cleaned one side, she would turn it over to discover it had become blackened again. It didn't dull the blade or make it any more difficult to wield but it seemed like the blade had been affected by whatever had destroyed her home town.
She was currently travelling through a series of hills, not tall enough to be mountains but certainly large enough to make traveling somewhat difficult. The roads hadn't been well maintained, as the traffic to Aria's village had been almost non-existent. They had always managed to find what they needed. Sometimes Aria would be forced to leave the path due to some kind of blockage. On her fourth morning, she spotted something moving to the south. She was hidden well by broken rocks. It looked like one of the people that had been taken and changed by the aliens. It was wandering randomly. He had no clothing on, revealing both his smallish member and the tentacles that the aliens had attached to the poor individuals. She knew from stories that these creatures were always hostile and woe to any traveler that was overcome by them.