I do not think it strong enough and i will release update soon

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to many negative prompt turns her back into a human. so if u just get a normal person that likely the reason.

this is a work in progress. still figure all the details o this one will update soon

Some time later, the small but cozy campfire flickered in the darkness, casting eerie shadows across the faces of Karlach and David. The trio, now joined by Lae'zel, Gale, and Shadowheart, gathered around the fire. The atmosphere was tense, a palpable mix of curiosity and suspicion.

Karlach, nursing her wounds, began to explain the strange predicament that bound them all – the mind flayer tadpoles implanted in their brains. Shadowheart, Lae'zel, and Gale, initially wary, eyed David with skepticism. Despite his lack of a tadpole, David's keen interest in the matter was palpable.

"Alright, outsider," Lae'zel, the Githyanki warrior, demanded with an edge in her voice. "What's your stake in all this? Are you just a meddling fool or something more sinister?"

David, his charisma shining through like a beacon, responded with a disarming smile. "I'm just a curious soul, trying to understand the mysteries of the multiverse. No ill intentions, I assure you."

As Lae'zel's stern gaze bore into him, David backed up Karlach, emphasizing the shared struggle against the sinister forces that pursued them. Shadowheart, the dark-haired elf, remained reserved, and Gale, the enigmatic wizard, observed with a detached curiosity.

In the midst of the interrogation, Karlach winced in pain, prompting Shadowheart to reluctantly offer her healing abilities. Lae'zel, though begrudgingly, allowed the healing to proceed.

David, seizing the opportunity, played his cards right. With a blend of charm, humor, and empathy, he managed to align the disparate group. His words worked like a balm on the wounds of uncertainty, forging a tenuous alliance.

However, David's insatiable curiosity lingered, especially regarding the three enigmatic women. Lae'zel, in particular, bore the brunt of his attention, her warrior demeanor contrasting sharply with David's relentless charm.

"I don't like your eyes always on me, outsider," Lae'zel grumbled, her irritation evident.

David, with a twinkle in his eye, replied, "Can't help it. You're a mystery in a world of mysteries, my Githyanki friend."

Gale, the eccentric wizard, chuckled, and even Shadowheart couldn't suppress a smirk. Despite their initial reservations, David's charisma worked its magic, and the group found themselves warming to the outsider and his wounded tiefling companion.

As the night unfolded, David continued to navigate the delicate dance of conversation, jokes, and occasional flirtations. His charisma score, seemingly off the charts, transformed skepticism into a semblance of trust.

The night air hung heavy with tension as David, caught in the web of his own flirtation, continued his playful banter with Lae'zel. The Githyanki warrior, unimpressed by his charm and jokes, regarded him with a stoic expression.

"You humans are weak," Lae'zel declared, her eyes narrowing at David. "Your charm and jokes won't save you when true strength is required."

David, undeterred, flashed a confident grin. "Well, I may not have the brawn, but I've got plenty of charm to spare. And I find strength in the unexpected."

Lae'zel, however, was not one to be swayed by words. She saw David as a weak human, and her attraction leaned toward strength, not humor.

"I don't need your jokes, outsider," she retorted, her hand instinctively resting on the hilt of her dagger. "Strength is what matters."

In an audacious move, David, blinded by his own bravado, pressed on with the flirtation. "Maybe you just haven't seen the strength in vulnerability, my fierce Githyanki. A little charm can go a long way."

Lae'zel's patience wore thin, and with a swift motion, she drew her dagger with the intention to intimidate and humiliate David. But things did not go according to her plan.

Time seemed to slow as David, his eyes reflecting genuine hurt, moved with an almost supernatural speed. The air around him blurred, and in a series of swift, calculated movements, he deflected Lae'zel's attack. Grabbing her arm, he crushed her wrist with surprising strength, causing her to drop the dagger.

In an instant, he moved to her shoulder, his hands crushing the plate mail like paper. Lae'zel's bone yielded like jello to his seemingly superhuman strength. To everyone else, David appeared to teleport or blur around Lae'zel, who screamed in agony as her hand and wrist were destroyed.

As she fell away from him, David, now caught in the blur of movement, repeated, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," before he caught her, his hands moving faster than the eye could follow. His motions were a blur of efficiency and precision.

Gale and Shadowheart, alarmed by the sudden turn of events, cast spells to restrain David. Shadowheart invoked a hold person spell, while Gale attempted to charm him. Both spells, however, had no effect on David, who continued to move with unnatural speed.

David, in clear panic, looked to Shadowheart for help, moving so fast that he appeared to teleport to her side. "Help her!" he pleaded, but Shadowheart, fearing the unknown, dared not comply.