#hilga

Stardew Valley OCs

> Be me, Hilga, a high elf. > Arrive in province capital. Large, nice city. Not as cool as my homeland. But whatever.

> Be tasked, back home, to investigate an execution of an important political prisoner.

> Got some time before that happens, so instead decide to make some money.

> Crazy guy gives me a bone. Tells me to find his master. Not even gonna try.

> A weird lizardman offers me a job.

> It’s a shady plan, borderline illegal, but I’m up for it.

> Here’s the plan:

> 1. Put out lighthouse.

> 2. Crash boat.

> 3. ???

> 4. Profit.

> get a bit worried about the people on the boat dying.

> Lizard dude says it’s all cool, his sister will make sure it’s all good.

> So I go ahead with that.

> Go into a cold-ass blizzard, hike up a hillside to the back end of the city.

> put out lighthouse. Hurray for me. Time to go find the boat.

> Lizard dude told me where the boat will crash, so I go there.

> A bunch of burly dudes meet me there.

> Go into the boat, head downstairs.

> Find lizard dude’s lizard sister (lizard chick?).

> She says they were using me and I was the fool.

> #youaretearingmeapartLisa

> I take off running.

> Barely run past the burly dudes.

> Use what healing magic I know to put myself together.

> Run into the winter cold.

> Run until burly guys lose me.

> New problem: freezing fuckin’ cold.

> Look around, find old burrow.

> Go inside.

> Human woman meets me, asks if I’m here to help.

> I dig in, ask what she needs.

> Turns out this is a priest’s tomb. She needs a scroll he got. Apparently priest was powerful, so he might be undead. So she needs help.

> Not feeling at first.

> Then she says I can keep all the loot I find.

> I’m diggin’ it.

> We dig in.

> Turns out whole place is filled with dead guys. UNdead guys.

> They’re tough as shit. Good news tho, new friend is a mage. Blasts them apart with lightning bolts while I pick at them with arrows.

> Make it through really tough fights. Friend gets hit a lot, but she got healing magic to keep her going.

> Final stretch. The priest’s chamber.

> Door opens on its own (o shit).

> priest flies out of coffin, and instantly throws a fireball (o FUCK)

> We try to fight, but dude got balls.

> we run

> I dodge traps, run for shit.

> Human friend after me, with dead priest flying behind us, throwing fire-fucking-balls everywhere.

> Friend triggers some traps. Gets stabbed. Doesn’t have enough magika to heal herself.

> Me, an elf, is super fast. I run out the front door into the blizzard.

> breathing heavy

> Doors open, human friend limps out and collapses on snow.

> she’s dead.

> I’m alone in blizzard.

> MRW first friend betrays me and second friend dies on me.

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