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<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> I opened my eyes to nothing.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table style="background: White"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">-You have found the Crypt of the Fallen.<br><br>Once great and full of riches, Blood Elves that parted from all gods were cursed to the half-lives of monsters, this is one of the last legacies left from before the great elves fell from glory.<br><br>Fame +500</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><br>I was in between thoughts of ‘lucky’, and ‘wonder what fame will help me with’, as my eyes started to adjust to the almost pitch darkness.<br><br>My giddiness from before did not disappear, but I managed to get it under control so that I could observe everything clearly.<br><br>The room had two hallways, and one of them was slightly illuminated as if the source of light was far away, which I guessed was the exit of the place.<br><br>The room I was in is a mass Tomb, which somehow looked majestic and spacious, with high decorated ceilings, and walls full of aged carvings. There was dust everywhere, but apart from that seemed untouched by nature or anything else. <br><br>I could count 16 tombs in the room put in an organized manner with 8 tombs on one side and 8 on the other with almost symmetrical perfection. Every coffin seemed to have been of very important people, as they were decorated with the utmost care. <br><br>They looked carved, and painted beautifully, even if they were in a dissipated state due to their age, and had treasures surrounding them, but what caught my attention the most was the darkly glowing book at the end of the room.<br><br>The book seemed suspiciously malignant, if there was not a dark red aura surrounding it I might not have noticed it, but now that I saw it I wanted it ‘must be something important for it to be here’, and it seemed to be calling me.<br><br>I walked towards the book, going through in between the caskets, when I was in the middle of four caskets I felt the floor under my right foot give a little, and a sharp sound from my right, I moved more by reflex and instinct than anything else, as I took a fast step forward and inclined my body down until my chest was touching my left leg, I heard air pass by at the back of my head, and a ‘Thunk’ as it hit less than a second past that.<br><br>I turned to look at what looked like an arrow, but bigger and meaner looking, about 200 centimeters in length and 10 centimeters of height, and was dripping some substance that looked like acid or poison, and looking at where it came from was nothing more than an innocent looking wall, but I knew better as based on the arrow trajectory it was directed at my head.<br><br>I stayed looking at the arrow, in stunned silence, and in a silent thanks for my life. A second later it started to sink into the wall, and after four seconds the mean looking arrow had disappeared.<br><br>‘Dangerous’<br><br>I felt a moment of doubt about being able to get the book, but immediately dismissed it with a though ‘I’ve had worse, even if not as deathly’ (referring to his training, and missions).<br><br>I had to get to the book but could see it was not going to be an easy task.<br><br>As I started walking forward again, with more caution this time, in the same place (in between the four tombs) my left foot again felt the pressure tile go down, but this time instead of coming from the right, the same sharp sound came from my front and a moment later an arrow seemed to come from out of nowhere this time aimed at my throat.<br><br>I was already slumped a little forward in anticipation for an arrow from the right, so I made a split moment decision; I turned my shoulders so that my back was parallel to the ground, with my hands on the ground, the back of my head facing the left wall and my gaze seeing the mean arrow pass on top of me going fast.<br><br>This time there was no sound of the arrow hitting a wall, so I extricated myself from my position (I tried it myself and couldn’t do it) and stood up again ‘must not assume game is easy, must not assume game is easy’ I was chanting this in my head as I looked for the Arrow-in-the-Box, it seemed to have disappeared again, this would be easy with my real body skill.<br><br>I felt a small sting in my chest that stopped almost immediately, looked down and saw small holes in my shirt.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table style="background: Grey"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">-You have been poisoned <br><br>Due to the amount, and the nature of you race, this deathly poison was mostly ineffective.<br><br>Effect: -3 Health Points, every 10 seconds for a minute.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><br>I stayed as still as possible to see the effect of the poison and after a minute felt a little more tired, but no more effects, looked at the Book again and went forward.<br><br>After going through 5 more traps in which, I had to avoid more than one nasty arrow at a time, fire, ice, acid rain in between other things, I finally arrived to my destination.<br><br>One of the things that kept me going forward was my intense sense of curiosity for the book, and the help of my new skill.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table style="background: White"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">-Beast Ear<br><br>Normally found in Beasts on the wild, as they are used to hearing any detail so that they can find their prey, a difficult to learn skill if you are unused to concentrating on your senses.<br><br>Effects: Easier to concentrate your hearing to specific sounds you want to hear.<br><br>You are prohibited from distributing stat bonus points to this stat; it will rise spontaneously depending on your actions.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>All of this helped me move just that necessary bit faster and hear that sound I almost missed, at the end I was heaving from exhaustion ‘ I lost most of my stamina’ as I was used to doing a lot more than this without tiring this easy, the only part of me that wasn’t tired was my mind.<br><br>Now looking at the glowing book in front of me I was weary, I did not want to find any more traps so I observed carefully the space it was in.<br><br>The book was in a space on the wall completely alone with an ominous looking text carved next to it<br><br>The text took a couple of seconds to change appearance to something readable, (as he is a Blood Elf he knows their language by instinct) as I read it some apprehension entered my mind (accurate, gut feeling).<br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table style="background: White"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">–Woe thee enemy of life for if thou are noe an Elf of Life and instead a unman thou shall perish on the spot, but if thou are of our Noble race then I welcome thee, and warn thee, for thee book has our secrets, and what every god envied and feared, the power for which our noble race was cursed, it is not an easy book to posses thee will need strength and fortitude for thee book has a mind of thy own and will serve no unworthy master, good luck survivor and may our blood run thick through thy veins.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>‘How utterly dangerous sounding book’, but even as I though this I could feel my eyes start to glow an excited red.<br><br>I wanted to read the book cover and as the wall script started to appear in a language I could read.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table style="background: White"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">-Book of Blood<br><br>This book contains dangerous secrets better left untouched, its true value cannot be measured.<br><br>Effect:?<br><br>Level restriction: ?<br><br>Race restriction: Blood elf</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table style="background: White"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">New skill added.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table style="background: White"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">Observe<br><br>By observing, information opens to you.<br><br>Effect: When looking at something with your complete attention, details pertaining that, be it person, monster, or equipment, will be revealed to you. Sub tier to identification.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>The more skills I had the better the chance of becoming stronger.<br><br>Gathering my resolve I took the book, ‘well that was not so bad’ but the second that though crossed my mind, my sight went pitch black, and the hand grasping the book started to hurt.<br><br>It started as a one, and little by little increase until I stopped feeling my surrounding, and concentrated on simply holding it. The words ‘must endure’ crossed my mind more than once.<br><br>Now, I have been trained to endure torture, some of the things that have been done to me are vomit inducing even now, and thanks to my modified body the marks that by every right should be on my skin are no more, so the pain I had to bear while holding the book was not the worst but still was pretty high up on the pain level I’ve experience, in a 1 to 10, one being struck with a pin on the hand and ten some of the new techno drugs that get directly to the pain signals on the brain, it would be a 7.<br><br>7 you could laugh, but it was still a pretty painful 7, a seven where all the skin on your hands was being peeled away, a nine was the whole body.<br><br>After the pain started to subside, ‘was the God**** game not supposed to restrict the pain level at a 50%, **** it’ my vision cleared, and I could no longer feel the book in my hands.<br>‘Ping.’<br><br> <div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table style="background: White"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">Endurance stat generated.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>I looked down in a panic ‘If this was for nothing, I’ll kill someone’ I looked down with that cheerful though searched for it, but was distracted by my once pale hands that were now covered in blood and dripping, which made me uneasy even though they looked healed and the pain was gone, but what distracted me more, was that they were glowing the same black aura the book had when it was on its own.<br><br>‘Ping’<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table style="background: White"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">-Congratulation!<br><br>You have soul bonded with the Book of Blood, though on its own is powerful and everything in the book is to be feared, you went as far as to Soul Bond the book, there is only one lost record about this case, a legend of the first elf who did this, created the Blood society, and was the source of fear in the heart of all the gods, the one once known as God of Blood, now you have attained the potential to be one as well.<br><br>Book contains all information about magic from its Creator.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">The book can still be summoned, only your true death (delete) can stop your bond. Synchronization 100% complete.<br> Thanks to surpassing the books test Endurance increased by 20.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table style="background: White"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">New title acquired</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table style="background: Red"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">The Apprentice of Blood<br><br>Be ready to Walk the path of blood, from blood comes life and the way you use this magic depends completely on you.<br><br>You are not able to replace this title with anything else, you can have many titles but the only one you can use actively is this one.<br><br>Effects: Resistance of: Demonic Magic +50%, Black Magic +50%, Blood Magic +50% rise, and Holy Magic +15%, makes it impossible to be healed by holy magic without the intention to cure and instead hurts you, Holy objects are dangerous as well, any kind of dark, demonic, and blood magic effectiveness has risen by 50%, Blood gives a 10% bonus when drank.<br><br>Evolve your title and mold it to be whatever you want.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>After hearing this other things appeared but I did not pay it any attention, for I felt like dancing a little happy gig, I could feel my eyes getting brighter, but what stopped my celebration was the dark aura that I seemed to emit when I got excited, ‘this could be a problem’ not that it mattered, as I just opened the path to become the strongest in game, ‘I’ll be able to protect my sister soon’<br><br>I started to calm down as I started to make a survey of my situation, I was still trapped in a crypt, and had no idea how to get out.<br><br>I calmed down completely, and in a second decided to try my new body and compare it with my real life one, so I started to do some complicated moves while taking deep breaths and stretching my now less tired muscles, letting my mind clear of all emotion, and my heartbeat slow down.<br><br>Only about a 20% of my original Strength and agility remained, but my flexibility has not changed.<br><br>I kept on moving until, ‘ping’<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table style="background: White"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">-Meditative state beginner level 1<br><br>In this state of complete relaxation you are able to fight react and think while calm and collected.<br><br>Effect: attacks are more precise, and can suppress stamina and hunger problems, use meditative state and uncover the secrets it can give.<br><br>Is passive skill cannot be activated by command.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>‘This is awesome every little action helps and all my skills can be of use’ happy but calm, I was surprised to see that the wall where the book and text were had disappeared and in its place were some awesome looking things, a sword, a dagger their sheaths and a pair of tablets, still keeping a calm mind I observed the objects.<br>-observe skill used <br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table style="background: White"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">Short weapon of blood<br><br>Blood Damage 10-15<br><br>The material used is now indecipherable. The wicked looking dagger has seen and spilled so much blood, from sacrifices to battle that now it craves it, though remembrance of its power lay there, it is no more than a shell of its former self, now its original power and name has been lost in the ages.<br>Chance to cause bleeding effect: 30%<br><br>Restriction: a blood class<br><br>Blood repairs it and makes it stronger</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br><br> <div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table style="background: White"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">Large weapon of blood<br><br>Damage 15-20<br><br>The material used is now indecipherable. Used in battle and execution coupled with blood magic, now it has come to crave blood on its own, though remembrance of its power lay there, it is no more than a shell now, its original power and name has been lost in the ages.<br><br>Blood repairs it and makes it stronger<br><br>Blood Damage 10<br><br>Chance to cause bleeding effect: 30%<br><br>Restriction: Blood class</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table style="background: White"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">Sheathe of blood<br><br>Restricted for the weapon of blood, takes whatever form is needed to contain its bonded weapon.<br><br>Only available for large blood weapon.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table style="background: White"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">Sheathe of blood<br><br>Restricted for the weapon of blood, takes whatever form is needed to contain its bonded weapon.<br><br>Only available for short blood weapon.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>And the Tablets.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table style="background: White"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">Tablets of Blood x2<br><br>These tablets once of great power have been diminished, it’s the blood of ancients ingest for the effects.<br><br>+1/1000 Mana/health (one for health, one for mana)</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>-‘Ping’<br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table style="background: White"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">-Meditative state beginner level 2<br><br>In this state of complete relaxation you are able to fight react and think while calm and collected.<br><br>Effect: attacks are more precise, and can suppress stamina and hunger problems, Observation skill is complemented, use meditative state and uncover the secrets it can give.<br><br>Is passive skill cannot be activated by command, but by state of mind.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><br>Looking at the objects made me happy again but it still took me by surprise when I started to glow when I lost a little of my composed state ‘how sensitive, it will be difficult to appear in front of others without practicing first’, so I breathed in and out while I put the tablets on my backpack, and tried to strap the dagger on my arm but it was too big so I had to lift my leg and strap it on my thigh facing out, while muttering, “dang is this guy hulk that he could strap this thing in his arm” thankfully the blade guard was okay on the first try around the waste.<br><br>I wanted to use the tablets, so I gulped down both.<br><br>‘Ping’ <br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table style="background: White"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">-Mana and Health increased by 1000 each.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>“I don’t want the messages to pop up like that”<br><br>Thriilng!<br><br>After a little alarm sounded, the same AI as the one when I was creating the character could be heard. “Do you want to make it so that you don’t get any message automatically?”<br><br>It took me by surprise to hear it so I asked without thinking, “Why are you answering me I thought that you would never talk to me again. Does this mean that other AI’s talk to the other users?”<br><br>“No it is only because the game is relatively new, your unique situation, and my personal interest, but do not worry after you leave this place I will not contact you again. Now do you not want automatic massages?”<br><br>“Could I have it so that I only hear the sound when a message comes?<br><br>“Done, and next time say ‘settings’ or read the manual.”<br><br>After that there was simple silence.<br><br>I was quite happy with my new setting and stuff.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table style="background: White"><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">Gameplay configuration Change, for further changes say ‘Change gameplay’</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>‘One thing I’m sure of, is that blood will be a regular sight from now on’, with a happy smile I strode purposefully to find an exit to the crypt and I though my new family life would be monotonous.<br><br>If you were to look at me at this time you’d have thought my smile to be adorable, with just a hint of fang, the last thing you would imagine on my mind would be my insurmountable battle lust, bleeding monsters and growing stronger, which is just the way I liked it.<br><br>Viva la Windows!! </div>

I opened my eyes to nothing. | -You have found the Crypt of the Fallen.Once great and full of riches, Blood Elves that parted from all gods were cursed to the half-lives of monsters, this is one of the last legacies left from before the great elves fell from glory.Fame +500 | | --- | I was in between thoughts of ‘lucky’, and ‘wonder what fame will help me with’, as my eyes started to adjust to the almost pitch darkness. My giddiness from before did not disappear, but I managed to get it under control so that I could observe everything clearly. The room had two hallways, and one of them was slightly illuminated as if the source of light was far away, which I guessed was the exit of the place. The room I was in is a mass Tomb, which somehow looked majestic and spacious, with high decorated ceilings, and walls full of aged carvings. There was dust everywhere, but apart from that seemed untouched by nature or anything else. I could count 16 tombs in the room put in an organized manner with 8 tombs on one side and 8 on the other with almost symmetrical perfection. Every coffin seemed to have been of very important people, as they were decorated with the utmost care. They looked carved, and painted beautifully, even if they were in a dissipated state due to their age, and had treasures surrounding them, but what caught my attention the most was the darkly glowing book at the end of the room. The book seemed suspiciously malignant, if there was not a dark red aura surrounding it I might not have noticed it, but now that I saw it I wanted it ‘must be something important for it to be here’, and it seemed to be calling me. I walked towards the book, going through in between the caskets, when I was in the middle of four caskets I felt the floor under my right foot give a little, and a sharp sound from my right, I moved more by reflex and instinct than anything else, as I took a fast step forward and inclined my body down until my chest was touching my left leg, I heard air pass by at the back of my head, and a ‘Thunk’ as it hit less than a second past that. I turned to look at what looked like an arrow, but bigger and meaner looking, about 200 centimeters in length and 10 centimeters of height, and was dripping some substance that looked like acid or poison, and looking at where it came from was nothing more than an innocent looking wall, but I knew better as based on the arrow trajectory it was directed at my head. I stayed looking at the arrow, in stunned silence, and in a silent thanks for my life. A second later it started to sink into the wall, and after four seconds the mean looking arrow had disappeared. ‘Dangerous’ I felt a moment of doubt about being able to get the book, but immediately dismissed it with a though ‘I’ve had worse, even if not as deathly’ (referring to his training, and missions). I had to get to the book but could see it was not going to be an easy task. As I started walking forward again, with more caution this time, in the same place (in between the four tombs) my left foot again felt the pressure tile go down, but this time instead of coming from the right, the same sharp sound came from my front and a moment later an arrow seemed to come from out of nowhere this time aimed at my throat. I was already slumped a little forward in anticipation for an arrow from the right, so I made a split moment decision; I turned my shoulders so that my back was parallel to the ground, with my hands on the ground, the back of my head facing the left wall and my gaze seeing the mean arrow pass on top of me going fast. This time there was no sound of the arrow hitting a wall, so I extricated myself from my position (I tried it myself and couldn’t do it) and stood up again ‘must not assume game is easy, must not assume game is easy’ I was chanting this in my head as I looked for the Arrow-in-the-Box, it seemed to have disappeared again, this would be easy with my real body skill. I felt a small sting in my chest that stopped almost immediately, looked down and saw small holes in my shirt. | -You have been poisoned Due to the amount, and the nature of you race, this deathly poison was mostly ineffective.Effect: -3 Health Points, every 10 seconds for a minute. | | --- | I stayed as still as possible to see the effect of the poison and after a minute felt a little more tired, but no more effects, looked at the Book again and went forward. After going through 5 more traps in which, I had to avoid more than one nasty arrow at a time, fire, ice, acid rain in between other things, I finally arrived to my destination. One of the things that kept me going forward was my intense sense of curiosity for the book, and the help of my new skill. | -Beast EarNormally found in Beasts on the wild, as they are used to hearing any detail so that they can find their prey, a difficult to learn skill if you are unused to concentrating on your senses.Effects: Easier to concentrate your hearing to specific sounds you want to hear.You are prohibited from distributing stat bonus points to this stat; it will rise spontaneously depending on your actions. | | --- | All of this helped me move just that necessary bit faster and hear that sound I almost missed, at the end I was heaving from exhaustion ‘ I lost most of my stamina’ as I was used to doing a lot more than this without tiring this easy, the only part of me that wasn’t tired was my mind. Now looking at the glowing book in front of me I was weary, I did not want to find any more traps so I observed carefully the space it was in. The book was in a space on the wall completely alone with an ominous looking text carved next to it The text took a couple of seconds to change appearance to something readable, (as he is a Blood Elf he knows their language by instinct) as I read it some apprehension entered my mind (accurate, gut feeling). | –Woe thee enemy of life for if thou are noe an Elf of Life and instead a unman thou shall perish on the spot, but if thou are of our Noble race then I welcome thee, and warn thee, for thee book has our secrets, and what every god envied and feared, the power for which our noble race was cursed, it is not an easy book to posses thee will need strength and fortitude for thee book has a mind of thy own and will serve no unworthy master, good luck survivor and may our blood run thick through thy veins. | | --- | ‘How utterly dangerous sounding book’, but even as I though this I could feel my eyes start to glow an excited red. I wanted to read the book cover and as the wall script started to appear in a language I could read. | -Book of BloodThis book contains dangerous secrets better left untouched, its true value cannot be measured.Effect:?Level restriction: ?Race restriction: Blood elf | | --- | | New skill added. | | --- | | ObserveBy observing, information opens to you.Effect: When looking at something with your complete attention, details pertaining that, be it person, monster, or equipment, will be revealed to you. Sub tier to identification. | | --- | The more skills I had the better the chance of becoming stronger. Gathering my resolve I took the book, ‘well that was not so bad’ but the second that though crossed my mind, my sight went pitch black, and the hand grasping the book started to hurt. It started as a one, and little by little increase until I stopped feeling my surrounding, and concentrated on simply holding it. The words ‘must endure’ crossed my mind more than once. Now, I have been trained to endure torture, some of the things that have been done to me are vomit inducing even now, and thanks to my modified body the marks that by every right should be on my skin are no more, so the pain I had to bear while holding the book was not the worst but still was pretty high up on the pain level I’ve experience, in a 1 to 10, one being struck with a pin on the hand and ten some of the new techno drugs that get directly to the pain signals on the brain, it would be a 7. 7 you could laugh, but it was still a pretty painful 7, a seven where all the skin on your hands was being peeled away, a nine was the whole body. After the pain started to subside, ‘was the God**** game not supposed to restrict the pain level at a 50%, **** it’ my vision cleared, and I could no longer feel the book in my hands. ‘Ping.’ | Endurance stat generated. | | --- | I looked down in a panic ‘If this was for nothing, I’ll kill someone’ I looked down with that cheerful though searched for it, but was distracted by my once pale hands that were now covered in blood and dripping, which made me uneasy even though they looked healed and the pain was gone, but what distracted me more, was that they were glowing the same black aura the book had when it was on its own. ‘Ping’ | -Congratulation!You have soul bonded with the Book of Blood, though on its own is powerful and everything in the book is to be feared, you went as far as to Soul Bond the book, there is only one lost record about this case, a legend of the first elf who did this, created the Blood society, and was the source of fear in the heart of all the gods, the one once known as God of Blood, now you have attained the potential to be one as well.Book contains all information about magic from its Creator. | | --- | | The book can still be summoned, only your true death (delete) can stop your bond. Synchronization 100% complete. Thanks to surpassing the books test Endurance increased by 20. | | --- | | New title acquired | | --- | | The Apprentice of BloodBe ready to Walk the path of blood, from blood comes life and the way you use this magic depends completely on you.You are not able to replace this title with anything else, you can have many titles but the only one you can use actively is this one.Effects: Resistance of: Demonic Magic +50%, Black Magic +50%, Blood Magic +50% rise, and Holy Magic +15%, makes it impossible to be healed by holy magic without the intention to cure and instead hurts you, Holy objects are dangerous as well, any kind of dark, demonic, and blood magic effectiveness has risen by 50%, Blood gives a 10% bonus when drank.Evolve your title and mold it to be whatever you want. | | --- | After hearing this other things appeared but I did not pay it any attention, for I felt like dancing a little happy gig, I could feel my eyes getting brighter, but what stopped my celebration was the dark aura that I seemed to emit when I got excited, ‘this could be a problem’ not that it mattered, as I just opened the path to become the strongest in game, ‘I’ll be able to protect my sister soon’ I started to calm down as I started to make a survey of my situation, I was still trapped in a crypt, and had no idea how to get out. I calmed down completely, and in a second decided to try my new body and compare it with my real life one, so I started to do some complicated moves while taking deep breaths and stretching my now less tired muscles, letting my mind clear of all emotion, and my heartbeat slow down. Only about a 20% of my original Strength and agility remained, but my flexibility has not changed. I kept on moving until, ‘ping’ | -Meditative state beginner level 1In this state of complete relaxation you are able to fight react and think while calm and collected.Effect: attacks are more precise, and can suppress stamina and hunger problems, use meditative state and uncover the secrets it can give.Is passive skill cannot be activated by command. | | --- | ‘This is awesome every little action helps and all my skills can be of use’ happy but calm, I was surprised to see that the wall where the book and text were had disappeared and in its place were some awesome looking things, a sword, a dagger their sheaths and a pair of tablets, still keeping a calm mind I observed the objects. -observe skill used | Short weapon of bloodBlood Damage 10-15The material used is now indecipherable. The wicked looking dagger has seen and spilled so much blood, from sacrifices to battle that now it craves it, though remembrance of its power lay there, it is no more than a shell of its former self, now its original power and name has been lost in the ages.Chance to cause bleeding effect: 30%Restriction: a blood classBlood repairs it and makes it stronger | | --- | | Large weapon of bloodDamage 15-20The material used is now indecipherable. Used in battle and execution coupled with blood magic, now it has come to crave blood on its own, though remembrance of its power lay there, it is no more than a shell now, its original power and name has been lost in the ages.Blood repairs it and makes it strongerBlood Damage 10Chance to cause bleeding effect: 30%Restriction: Blood class | | --- | | Sheathe of bloodRestricted for the weapon of blood, takes whatever form is needed to contain its bonded weapon.Only available for large blood weapon. | | --- | | Sheathe of bloodRestricted for the weapon of blood, takes whatever form is needed to contain its bonded weapon.Only available for short blood weapon. | | --- | And the Tablets. | Tablets of Blood x2These tablets once of great power have been diminished, it’s the blood of ancients ingest for the effects.+1/1000 Mana/health (one for health, one for mana) | | --- | -‘Ping’ | -Meditative state beginner level 2In this state of complete relaxation you are able to fight react and think while calm and collected.Effect: attacks are more precise, and can suppress stamina and hunger problems, Observation skill is complemented, use meditative state and uncover the secrets it can give.Is passive skill cannot be activated by command, but by state of mind. | | --- | Looking at the objects made me happy again but it still took me by surprise when I started to glow when I lost a little of my composed state ‘how sensitive, it will be difficult to appear in front of others without practicing first’, so I breathed in and out while I put the tablets on my backpack, and tried to strap the dagger on my arm but it was too big so I had to lift my leg and strap it on my thigh facing out, while muttering, “dang is this guy hulk that he could strap this thing in his arm” thankfully the blade guard was okay on the first try around the waste. I wanted to use the tablets, so I gulped down both. ‘Ping’ | -Mana and Health increased by 1000 each. | | --- | “I don’t want the messages to pop up like that” Thriilng! After a little alarm sounded, the same AI as the one when I was creating the character could be heard. “Do you want to make it so that you don’t get any message automatically?” It took me by surprise to hear it so I asked without thinking, “Why are you answering me I thought that you would never talk to me again. Does this mean that other AI’s talk to the other users?” “No it is only because the game is relatively new, your unique situation, and my personal interest, but do not worry after you leave this place I will not contact you again. Now do you not want automatic massages?” “Could I have it so that I only hear the sound when a message comes? “Done, and next time say ‘settings’ or read the manual.” After that there was simple silence. I was quite happy with my new setting and stuff. | Gameplay configuration Change, for further changes say ‘Change gameplay’ | | --- | ‘One thing I’m sure of, is that blood will be a regular sight from now on’, with a happy smile I strode purposefully to find an exit to the crypt and I though my new family life would be monotonous. If you were to look at me at this time you’d have thought my smile to be adorable, with just a hint of fang, the last thing you would imagine on my mind would be my insurmountable battle lust, bleeding monsters and growing stronger, which is just the way I liked it. Viva la Windows!!

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Jessica glared at the screen. The newest game, a very popular VRMMO named the Royal Road, required a capsule that cost about 9000 US dollars. Even worse, this didn’t include the shipping fees, installation, and the cost of the game, and it was a subscription based game. The monthly subscription fee was about 270 dollars. She would never be able to afford that. She was a college student for god’s sake! Sure she was on a scholarship, but that meant she had less time. She had grades to maintain. Even if she somehow scraped together that amount of money, she would never be able to get her money’s worth out of playing the game. <br><br>She resolutely closed the browser. No matter how good this game could be, it wasn’t worth that amount of money. She would put this crazy notion out of her head. Unfortunately, she was a gamer at heart, and this had been her dream: to play an actual virtual reality game. By the time such things would be affordable, she would probably have no more time to spare to make any sort of decent character in these games. Ah well, dreams were meant to be broken. It was why they were dreams, and not reality. Jessica sighed with disappointment; she had a test to study for and a project to finish. <br><br>Oh god, how she hated reality.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;">***</div> <br> “Nine thousand dollars for a game system, this is highway robbery!”<br><br>Emmett’s eyes sparkled with amusement as his friend complained about the price of a capsule for Royal Road over cafeteria food. <br><br>“It can’t be helped. It’s virtual reality. They had to find ways to cut off the brain’s ability to control movement while in a virtual reality setting. You don’t want people to hurt themselves after all. This technology is still relatively new. You can't expect things to be cheap yet.”<br><br>“Well… I suppose so… but I still wish it was cheaper. I can't afford it this way.”<br><br>A dejected Jessica sat across from him picking at the mashed potatoes.<br><br>“What is this, flavored cardboard? The food here is way too expensive and tastes like crap. Next semester I’m making food for myself. I could make better food for less money.” <br><br>Jessica threw her hands up in the air with exasperation. The food didn’t taste good, but cost an arm and a leg to eat two meals there a day. Yesterday they had tried tofu with barbecue sauce. What kind of insane person came up with that awful idea? Her taste buds were screaming at her for tormenting them. Even worse, she still hadn’t been able to put that game out of her mind. She tried, but in her free time she couldn’t help but wish she was playing it. To make matters worse, she was dreaming about fantasy worlds with stat panels and inventory panels. Why did she have to dream of being in a game world?<br>Emmett chewed on his lip thoughtfully. <br><br>“You know… I live near campus, and I have a game capsule. You can drop by at some point and play for a few hours, see what it’s like and all.”<br><br>“Really? You mean it? I can? Wait, but what about the monthly fees? Can I play it for free? Where’s the catch?” <br><br>Jessica looked at Emmett suspiciously. She was aware that he had money, but she wasn’t sure if there wasn’t some sort of trick in it. It was a lot of money. Besides, being alone with a guy was risky. Emmett was more of a pleasant acquaintance than a friend. However, this offer was oh so tempting. Nothing would happen right? He wouldn’t do anything to her. She knew his name and face. She knew his major and the neighborhood he lived in. She resolved that she would take this chance, and if anything bad happened, she would turn him in immediately. If there was no catch… well, then she would have to tell her friends where she was going.<br><br>“Sure.” Emmett shrugged. “There is no catch. I’ll cover the subscription. I can earn enough to make up for it pretty easily. When do you want to come over?”<br><br>Jessica looked at him enviously. Ah… if only she had his money, or his particular talents. If only she could be a wealthy genius. <span style="font-style: italic;">Bastard… how I envy you, all those things I could do if I was you…</span><br><br>“How about we meet tomorrow at five? We can meet here after my classes.”<br><br>“Sounds good to me,” he shrugged easily, “See you tomorrow then.”<br><br>“Bye.”<br><br>This was almost too good to be true. Jessica had to suppress the urge to rub her hands together and cackle gleefully to herself. Sure it would only be a couple of hours from time to time, but it was free use of a capsule and her subscription fee would be covered too. Unfortunately, she couldn’t believe her good luck. There had to be some strings attached. </div>

Jessica glared at the screen. The newest game, a very popular VRMMO named the Royal Road, required a capsule that cost about 9000 US dollars. Even worse, this didn’t include the shipping fees, installation, and the cost of the game, and it was a subscription based game. The monthly subscription fee was about 270 dollars. She would never be able to afford that. She was a college student for god’s sake! Sure she was on a scholarship, but that meant she had less time. She had grades to maintain. Even if she somehow scraped together that amount of money, she would never be able to get her money’s worth out of playing the game. She resolutely closed the browser. No matter how good this game could be, it wasn’t worth that amount of money. She would put this crazy notion out of her head. Unfortunately, she was a gamer at heart, and this had been her dream: to play an actual virtual reality game. By the time such things would be affordable, she would probably have no more time to spare to make any sort of decent character in these games. Ah well, dreams were meant to be broken. It was why they were dreams, and not reality. Jessica sighed with disappointment; she had a test to study for and a project to finish. Oh god, how she hated reality. *** “Nine thousand dollars for a game system, this is highway robbery!” Emmett’s eyes sparkled with amusement as his friend complained about the price of a capsule for Royal Road over cafeteria food. “It can’t be helped. It’s virtual reality. They had to find ways to cut off the brain’s ability to control movement while in a virtual reality setting. You don’t want people to hurt themselves after all. This technology is still relatively new. You can't expect things to be cheap yet.” “Well… I suppose so… but I still wish it was cheaper. I can't afford it this way.” A dejected Jessica sat across from him picking at the mashed potatoes. “What is this, flavored cardboard? The food here is way too expensive and tastes like crap. Next semester I’m making food for myself. I could make better food for less money.” Jessica threw her hands up in the air with exasperation. The food didn’t taste good, but cost an arm and a leg to eat two meals there a day. Yesterday they had tried tofu with barbecue sauce. What kind of insane person came up with that awful idea? Her taste buds were screaming at her for tormenting them. Even worse, she still hadn’t been able to put that game out of her mind. She tried, but in her free time she couldn’t help but wish she was playing it. To make matters worse, she was dreaming about fantasy worlds with stat panels and inventory panels. Why did she have to dream of being in a game world? Emmett chewed on his lip thoughtfully. “You know… I live near campus, and I have a game capsule. You can drop by at some point and play for a few hours, see what it’s like and all.” “Really? You mean it? I can? Wait, but what about the monthly fees? Can I play it for free? Where’s the catch?” Jessica looked at Emmett suspiciously. She was aware that he had money, but she wasn’t sure if there wasn’t some sort of trick in it. It was a lot of money. Besides, being alone with a guy was risky. Emmett was more of a pleasant acquaintance than a friend. However, this offer was oh so tempting. Nothing would happen right? He wouldn’t do anything to her. She knew his name and face. She knew his major and the neighborhood he lived in. She resolved that she would take this chance, and if anything bad happened, she would turn him in immediately. If there was no catch… well, then she would have to tell her friends where she was going. “Sure.” Emmett shrugged. “There is no catch. I’ll cover the subscription. I can earn enough to make up for it pretty easily. When do you want to come over?” Jessica looked at him enviously. Ah… if only she had his money, or his particular talents. If only she could be a wealthy genius. Bastard… how I envy you, all those things I could do if I was you… “How about we meet tomorrow at five? We can meet here after my classes.” “Sounds good to me,” he shrugged easily, “See you tomorrow then.” “Bye.” This was almost too good to be true. Jessica had to suppress the urge to rub her hands together and cackle gleefully to herself. Sure it would only be a couple of hours from time to time, but it was free use of a capsule and her subscription fee would be covered too. Unfortunately, she couldn’t believe her good luck. There had to be some strings attached.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> "This is a magnificent skill. when you are able to use it freely then you will have nothing to fear from any evil force. such a power will be invaluable to the Church of Freya!" Cadfael exclaimed in a delighted voice, after examining Arthe's Wrath of the Heavens ability.<br><br>Whilst Cadfael continued extolling the virtues of Arthe's skill he was taking a look at the loot that the Barrow-Wight had dropped. It looked like some kind of ornament. It was shaped like a spike and it glowed slightly with a white light.<br><br>Shield Spike of the Holy Guardian.<br>Durability: ?<br>This piece of equipment can be attached to a shield. When it is that shield gains extra defense as well as some attack power.<br><br>Equip (attached to shield):<br>+20 Defense<br>+10-20 Attack<br>All resistances +10%<br>+33% Chance to reflect dark magic.<br><br>Requirements:<br>Knight/Paladin only<br>Level 50<br>+50 STR<br>+50 VIT<br><br><br>Arthe was pretty impressed with the shield spike as it granted great bonuses, unfortunately it was a level 50 item and he was only level 32. Still he and Cadfael had the rest of floor 4 to clear of mobs as well as the whole of floor 5. Plus they had yet to confront the last two bosses of the dungeon and they were usually around level 60, so it was highly likely that Arthe would be around level 50 when he finished the dungeon.<br><br>By his count there was 6 days left until the Grand Melee started so that meant he had 5 days left to clear the dungeon. Ample time really, just as long as there were no more unfortunate surprises. It would probably take them the rest of the day to clear floor 4 and Arthe thought floor 5 would probably take about 2-3 days.<br><br>For the rest of the day Arthe and Cadfael went around slaughtering anything that moved, even some of the harmless critters inhabiting the dungeon were mowed down by the whirlwind of destruction. As they drew nearer to the far side of the dungeon, where they guessed the stairs leading down to be, the monster crowds became thicker and more mixed. At one point they were surrounded, on one side were Kobold Warriors and on the other were the generically named Goblin Rabble.<br><br>Now usually this would never occur seeing as Kobolds tend to have levels in the late 20's and Goblins the early 50's, but this dungeon was anything but normal. Years of being locked up inside this dungeon together with no real means of gathering food had forged an alliance between the various races inhabiting each floor. On the fourth floor the goblins used the Kobolds to gather food and excavate minerals, whereas the Kobolds used the Goblins for protection from the floors above and below as well as to provide weaponry and other equipment.<br><br>This symbiotic relationship had culminated in a joint venture to exterminate 2 intruders from the floors above who had cut down the Boggarts and many of their other allies already.<br><br>Of course Cadfael and Arthe didn't know any of this and just saw the monsters as so many experience points and potential loot sources, as such they preceded to decimate the ranks of both groups. In the process Arthe leveled up twice more and Cadfael managed to retrieve a good amount of gold coins and even an ancient gold ring from the named Goblin Captains. It appeared that the goblins had been looting some of the sarcophagi littering the tomb.<br><br>This gave Arthe the idea to try it himself but he had to be more cautious about it in case Cadfael disapproved. However it seemed that the dead buried here were from a different denomination and had also been buried so long ago that even the name of their country had no meaning to him, therefore he didn't care and even joined in. He was careful not to disturb the bones when he retrieved the items and even cast blessings upon the bodies to help them rest in piece, or so he said. Personally Arthe thought he was casting blessing to make sure that the bones didn't get up and attack them for looting their tombs.<br><br>From looting the crypts Arthe received some ancient coins, a couple of plain rings with no bonuses and a Gold Torc which he couldn't identify because his skill was too low level. He resolved to show it to Mathis and get it identified for free rather than go to the Mage's Guild and pay a fortune, despite now having a fortune from hunting so much. Cadfael thought that the Torc probably had some sort of blessing effect as he said it gave off a faint aura of purity and peace.<br><br>The two of them were now approaching the boss room which was sealed with a magnificent double door set in an intricately decorated archway, even the door looked like it had been carved and covered with gold at some point in the past but now it was scratched and damaged by goblin claws and other monster appendages.<br><br>"Great, nothing good ever waits behind a door like this. When I played Continent of Magic if you saw a door like this you knew a Skeleton king or an Arch-demon of some description was lying in wait for you." Arthe said as he looked over the door carefully. <br><br>He spotted one set of marks on the door that was unique amongst all the others. It was a five clawed gash on the edge of the door but where it differed from the other marks was the size. each claw mark looked like it had been made by a sword! Arthe turned to Cadfael and asked him to bless them both before they entered in case they were rushed by the boss that was obviously waiting within. After the blessings he buffed himself and repaired all of his and Cadfael's equipment, then he gingerly pushed the door open.<br><br>In the center of a large rectangular hall lined with columns and sarcophagi was an enormous Ogre, unlike normal Ogres this one was black and rather than carrying the traditional club it had sharpened its nails into foot long talons. It hadn't noticed the two uninvited guests yet and just sat there scratching at the floor with one talon, it gestured to a Goblin servant and grunted at it unintelligibly. The goblin turned and went into a antechamber on the left side of the great hall, a moment later it returned with a chunk of some unidentifiable meat and presented it to the Ogre. The monster ate the food presented then reached down and grabbed the goblin, which shrieked and screamed, then proceeded to eat it slowly. Starting with the feet and working its way up to the head; finally when only the head was left it threw the remnants away, where they turned gray and vanished after hitting a wall, then it stood and belched loudly. As it stood it turned around and then spotted the two intrepid adventurers who were trying not to retch after witnessing the Ogre's horrifying meal.<br><br>"Snort, grumble, mmmmm Bogrip will eat well today. not have to eat stinky goblins but get soft tasty man flesh, mmmmm". After saying this the Ogre, apparently called Bogrip, dribbled all over the floor and began to stomp its way towards Arthe and Cadfael.<br><br>"I am not letting that thing eat me, it's just not on the agenda for today." Arthe said to himself, having horrible visions of sliding down an Ogre gullet whilst still alive.<br><br>Having said all he wanted to say he readied himself and began to move forward and engage the creature. Cadfael began casting slow spells at the Ogre at the same time, however Bogrip seemed to be too strong for the spells to have any real effect. Arthe closed on the beast and it swung at him with its talons, he barely raised his shield in time as the Ogre was much faster than he was anticipating. <br><br>Screech, the claws scraped along the surface of the shield making a horrendous noise that sent shivers down Arthe's spine. In retaliation he swung his sword hard at the inside of the Ogre's thigh, it connected but the skin of the beast was too thick and gnarly so the strike did little damage.<br><br>"Puny man thing try to hurt Bogrip but Bogrip too tough for it. Now Bogrip squish little man thing and eat him", laughed the horrible beast.<br><br>As it said this it kicked at Arthe with a foot the size of a dining table, thankfully Arthe was able to dodge most of the kick but the edge of the heel caught his shoulder and he was spun around and sent flying.<br>-200 hp<br><br>The blow was immensely powerful and if that was only a glancing hit Arthe dreaded to imagine what a full body hit would be like. He instructed Cadfael to spend at least half his Mana casting slow spells on the Ogre, if he could not outdo the beast with strength then speed was his only hope to stay alive. If things got really hairy then Cadfael would jump in to help but Arthe was determined to clear the dungeon with only minimal help form his companion.<br><br>The numerous slows began to take their toll on the Ogre, its movement speed had decreased by about 50% and now Arthe was able to dodge its blows with ease. He waited until the creature struck at him and then ducked inside its reach and thrust his sword deep into the soft tissue of its armpit before retreating and approaching the beast again. This time he struck at it from behind but was unprepared when it lashed out with its leg, the hit struck Arthe full on the shield which gained a huge dent and a minor crack on the rim. A large amount of its durability had been lost just from that one hit and to top it all off Arthe's health had dropped by about a third, he pulled back holding his ribs in pain as he did so Cadfael began to cast his healing spells. A moment later and his health began to recover as Arthe was bombarded by numerous Healing Hand spells, when he felt better he decided to discard his shield for the time being and concentrate on moving faster and hitting harder. <br>Arthe knew this was risky as without the extra defense provided by the shield he could probably take about two full body hits before he died, however he knew that when carrying his shield he couldn't react fast enough to dodge the Ogre's fast kicks. Gripping the hilt of his sword in both hands Arthe re-engaged with the Ogre, this time instead of trying to block the talons he used his blade to redirect them, thereby knocking the Ogre off balance and giving Arthe time to strike with his weapon.<br><br>His hits were only doing minor damage to the beast but he was making sure that he struck at its joints so that it couldn't move as quickly. His next hit was deep into the elbow of the Ogre and it was thrust so deep that when he withdrew his sword the lower arm hung limp and useless.<br><br>"Aaargh! Puny little man hurt Bogrips arm, now Bogrip only have one to catch and eat you with." <br><br>Whilst the Ogre was holding his damaged arm and inspecting the damage, Arthe took the opportunity to strike at the back of the creatures kneecap.<br>Swinging his sword with all his strength he cut right through the ligaments and tendons and even managed to strike bone, he quickly withdrew his weapon because the leg began to buckle and if Arthe's sword got stuck then he would be dead before he knew it.<br><br>With one arm useless and being unable to stand, the Ogre was no longer angry. Now it was afraid, it had dominated the creatures of this floor with its strength and speed but now it was facing imminent death and so its true nature surfaced. It began to beg and plead with Arthe not to end it and if Arthe had not seen it chow down on a goblin with his own eyes he might have complied. As it was however Arthe was sickened and disgusted by the beast and so showed absolutely no mercy as he resolutely strode toward the disabled Ogre.<br><br>In a last ditch effort to save its miserable life the creature called out for help from its Goblin slaves, however there was no response due to Cadfael and Arthe's systematic slaughter of all the mobs on this floor. Realizing that it was about to die the Ogre began to thrash and attack wildly, using it's own disabled arm as a club it began to attack everything in the room. This included the support columns and the sarcophagi, the roof began to shake and shards of coffin began to spray about the room. Knowing that he had to finish this quickly or be buried under a mountain of rubble Arthe charged toward the Ogre, dodging and weaving around its flailing limbs. <br><br>He ducked under the swing of the Ogre's arm and using a knife from his pack to hold him up, he climbed up the back of the beast. Once he got to the shoulders of the fiend he had to act fast or get squished by the huge fist hurtling towards him, he put the point of his sword against the creatures skull and punched the pommel with his fist as hard as he could. There was a horrible crunch and then the blade slid straight into the Ogres brain, instantly all movement of its body ceased and its body fell to the ground in a cloud of dust.<br><br>Arthe clambered off the dead body and went to check that the beast was definitely dead, he swung his blade at the jugular of the Ogre just to be sure and then walked off to find his shield. When he came back the creature's body had already vanished and there was a small pile of loot where it had lain, the loot consisted of some ores and some leather mainly. The one exception was an old silver key.<br><br>You have Leveled up!<br>You have Leveled up!<br>You have Leveled up!<br><br>Fourth Floor Cleared<br>Access to Fifth Floor Granted<br><br>Ancient Silver Key.<br>Durability: 3/10<br>Use to open the treasure room of ancient kings the Fifth Floor of the Mausoleum. Disappears when you leave the dungeon, this key has enough durability for one more use.<br><br><br>"Wicked a treasure room, bet there is some good stuff in there. Might find a new sword and shield as well." Arthe said after showing the key to Cadfael.<br><br>"True and we will most definitely find other valuables such as gold and jewelry, as i recall it was the custom to bury the kings of old with all their worldly goods so that they could have them by their side in the afterlife." Cadfael replied with a distinct look of greed in his eyes.<br><br>As they walked over to where the doorway to the steps had appeared Arthe allocated his new stat points into agility and vitality, he was determined not to get hit as often and if he did it wouldn't hurt quite so much. <br>Just before they reached the steps Arthe spotted something on a small platform at the end of the hall, he wandered over to take a look. It was a gold book set atop a small plinth, he reached over to take it and when he picked it up it glowed briefly in response.<br><br>"Identify!"<br><br>"Ding"<br>You have discovered a secret sword skill book.<br><br>Sword skills of Ancient Numenor<br>This Skill book allows you to learn the secret techniques of an ancient civilization.<br>Do you wish to learn this skill yes/no?<br><br>"Yes!" Arthe shouted in response, he knew that he needed a set of sword skills to help him deal damage to his opponents. It wasn't enough just to swing his sword at them anymore, he had to have some way to increase the damage each attack did and sword skills were the way to go.<br><br>Sword Skill of Ancient Numenor:<br>Used by Knights of the Ancient kingdom of Numenor this skill was created for use against the invasion of the dragons and giants. Damage against Giant type and Draconian type monsters increases 10% per level in Sword mastery. Endurance to Ice magic increased by 2% per level in Shield mastery.<br>This sword skill is composed of 4 movements, One foot work technique and one breathing technique. <br>You have learned 5 Courageous Steps of Asgarde<br>You have learned Targeted Thrust of Bifrost<br>You have learned Blade Dance of Nimue<br>You have learned Fateful Strikes of the Norn<br>You have learned The Splintering of Yggdrasil<br>You have learned Breath of Ymir<br>Targeted Thrust:<br>Ignores 20% of opponents armor. Ignores 50% of armor value when used against Giants. Increases by 3% per level in sword mastery.<br>Cost: 200 Mana<br><br>Blade Dance:<br>A series of quick whip-like slashes that baffles the enemy and wounds them. Creates wounds that continuously damage the enemy. Has 25% chance to stun enemy. Increases stun chances by 5% per level in shield mastery. Increases Stun chance by 50% when used against Giants.<br>Cost: 500 Mana<br><br>Fateful Strikes:<br>Four heavy blows that break through blocks and cleave through armor. When used on Dragon type enemies it ignores the armor value of their scales.<br>Cost: 750 Mana<br><br>Splintering of Yggdrasil:<br>A final sundering blow that contains all the Fury of Nature. This damage of this blow is multiplied by: 2 at Intermediate Sword Mastery, 5 at Advanced Sword Mastery and 10 at Master Sword Mastery. When used against Giant or Dragon type enemies the users total strength is added to the damage.<br>cost: 1200 Mana, should there not be enough Mana health will be used instead. For every Mana point required 2 Health points will be used.<br><br>5 Courageous steps of Asgarde:<br>This foot work allows you to continuously evade your opponents blows whilst getting closer to him, the final footstep delivers you right to where your enemy is unguarded allowing you to deliver a critical hit. Against Giant and Dragon type enemies the footwork temporarily increases agility and strength by 25%. For every level in Sword Mastery AND Shield Mastery the increase is boosted by an extra 5%<br>Cost: 250 Mana<br><br>Breath of Ymir:<br>This Breathing technique allows the user to conserve more stamina and Mana points when performing any of the related skills. It also increases Fire and Ice resistances when in use. If used against Giant or dragon type monsters it increases the battle related stats of the user.<br>Decreases Stamina and Mana use by 20%. Increases 2% per level in Sword Mastery. </div>

"This is a magnificent skill. when you are able to use it freely then you will have nothing to fear from any evil force. such a power will be invaluable to the Church of Freya!" Cadfael exclaimed in a delighted voice, after examining Arthe's Wrath of the Heavens ability. Whilst Cadfael continued extolling the virtues of Arthe's skill he was taking a look at the loot that the Barrow-Wight had dropped. It looked like some kind of ornament. It was shaped like a spike and it glowed slightly with a white light. Shield Spike of the Holy Guardian. Durability: ? This piece of equipment can be attached to a shield. When it is that shield gains extra defense as well as some attack power. Equip (attached to shield): +20 Defense +10-20 Attack All resistances +10% +33% Chance to reflect dark magic. Requirements: Knight/Paladin only Level 50 +50 STR +50 VIT Arthe was pretty impressed with the shield spike as it granted great bonuses, unfortunately it was a level 50 item and he was only level 32. Still he and Cadfael had the rest of floor 4 to clear of mobs as well as the whole of floor 5. Plus they had yet to confront the last two bosses of the dungeon and they were usually around level 60, so it was highly likely that Arthe would be around level 50 when he finished the dungeon. By his count there was 6 days left until the Grand Melee started so that meant he had 5 days left to clear the dungeon. Ample time really, just as long as there were no more unfortunate surprises. It would probably take them the rest of the day to clear floor 4 and Arthe thought floor 5 would probably take about 2-3 days. For the rest of the day Arthe and Cadfael went around slaughtering anything that moved, even some of the harmless critters inhabiting the dungeon were mowed down by the whirlwind of destruction. As they drew nearer to the far side of the dungeon, where they guessed the stairs leading down to be, the monster crowds became thicker and more mixed. At one point they were surrounded, on one side were Kobold Warriors and on the other were the generically named Goblin Rabble. Now usually this would never occur seeing as Kobolds tend to have levels in the late 20's and Goblins the early 50's, but this dungeon was anything but normal. Years of being locked up inside this dungeon together with no real means of gathering food had forged an alliance between the various races inhabiting each floor. On the fourth floor the goblins used the Kobolds to gather food and excavate minerals, whereas the Kobolds used the Goblins for protection from the floors above and below as well as to provide weaponry and other equipment. This symbiotic relationship had culminated in a joint venture to exterminate 2 intruders from the floors above who had cut down the Boggarts and many of their other allies already. Of course Cadfael and Arthe didn't know any of this and just saw the monsters as so many experience points and potential loot sources, as such they preceded to decimate the ranks of both groups. In the process Arthe leveled up twice more and Cadfael managed to retrieve a good amount of gold coins and even an ancient gold ring from the named Goblin Captains. It appeared that the goblins had been looting some of the sarcophagi littering the tomb. This gave Arthe the idea to try it himself but he had to be more cautious about it in case Cadfael disapproved. However it seemed that the dead buried here were from a different denomination and had also been buried so long ago that even the name of their country had no meaning to him, therefore he didn't care and even joined in. He was careful not to disturb the bones when he retrieved the items and even cast blessings upon the bodies to help them rest in piece, or so he said. Personally Arthe thought he was casting blessing to make sure that the bones didn't get up and attack them for looting their tombs. From looting the crypts Arthe received some ancient coins, a couple of plain rings with no bonuses and a Gold Torc which he couldn't identify because his skill was too low level. He resolved to show it to Mathis and get it identified for free rather than go to the Mage's Guild and pay a fortune, despite now having a fortune from hunting so much. Cadfael thought that the Torc probably had some sort of blessing effect as he said it gave off a faint aura of purity and peace. The two of them were now approaching the boss room which was sealed with a magnificent double door set in an intricately decorated archway, even the door looked like it had been carved and covered with gold at some point in the past but now it was scratched and damaged by goblin claws and other monster appendages. "Great, nothing good ever waits behind a door like this. When I played Continent of Magic if you saw a door like this you knew a Skeleton king or an Arch-demon of some description was lying in wait for you." Arthe said as he looked over the door carefully. He spotted one set of marks on the door that was unique amongst all the others. It was a five clawed gash on the edge of the door but where it differed from the other marks was the size. each claw mark looked like it had been made by a sword! Arthe turned to Cadfael and asked him to bless them both before they entered in case they were rushed by the boss that was obviously waiting within. After the blessings he buffed himself and repaired all of his and Cadfael's equipment, then he gingerly pushed the door open. In the center of a large rectangular hall lined with columns and sarcophagi was an enormous Ogre, unlike normal Ogres this one was black and rather than carrying the traditional club it had sharpened its nails into foot long talons. It hadn't noticed the two uninvited guests yet and just sat there scratching at the floor with one talon, it gestured to a Goblin servant and grunted at it unintelligibly. The goblin turned and went into a antechamber on the left side of the great hall, a moment later it returned with a chunk of some unidentifiable meat and presented it to the Ogre. The monster ate the food presented then reached down and grabbed the goblin, which shrieked and screamed, then proceeded to eat it slowly. Starting with the feet and working its way up to the head; finally when only the head was left it threw the remnants away, where they turned gray and vanished after hitting a wall, then it stood and belched loudly. As it stood it turned around and then spotted the two intrepid adventurers who were trying not to retch after witnessing the Ogre's horrifying meal. "Snort, grumble, mmmmm Bogrip will eat well today. not have to eat stinky goblins but get soft tasty man flesh, mmmmm". After saying this the Ogre, apparently called Bogrip, dribbled all over the floor and began to stomp its way towards Arthe and Cadfael. "I am not letting that thing eat me, it's just not on the agenda for today." Arthe said to himself, having horrible visions of sliding down an Ogre gullet whilst still alive. Having said all he wanted to say he readied himself and began to move forward and engage the creature. Cadfael began casting slow spells at the Ogre at the same time, however Bogrip seemed to be too strong for the spells to have any real effect. Arthe closed on the beast and it swung at him with its talons, he barely raised his shield in time as the Ogre was much faster than he was anticipating. Screech, the claws scraped along the surface of the shield making a horrendous noise that sent shivers down Arthe's spine. In retaliation he swung his sword hard at the inside of the Ogre's thigh, it connected but the skin of the beast was too thick and gnarly so the strike did little damage. "Puny man thing try to hurt Bogrip but Bogrip too tough for it. Now Bogrip squish little man thing and eat him", laughed the horrible beast. As it said this it kicked at Arthe with a foot the size of a dining table, thankfully Arthe was able to dodge most of the kick but the edge of the heel caught his shoulder and he was spun around and sent flying. -200 hp The blow was immensely powerful and if that was only a glancing hit Arthe dreaded to imagine what a full body hit would be like. He instructed Cadfael to spend at least half his Mana casting slow spells on the Ogre, if he could not outdo the beast with strength then speed was his only hope to stay alive. If things got really hairy then Cadfael would jump in to help but Arthe was determined to clear the dungeon with only minimal help form his companion. The numerous slows began to take their toll on the Ogre, its movement speed had decreased by about 50% and now Arthe was able to dodge its blows with ease. He waited until the creature struck at him and then ducked inside its reach and thrust his sword deep into the soft tissue of its armpit before retreating and approaching the beast again. This time he struck at it from behind but was unprepared when it lashed out with its leg, the hit struck Arthe full on the shield which gained a huge dent and a minor crack on the rim. A large amount of its durability had been lost just from that one hit and to top it all off Arthe's health had dropped by about a third, he pulled back holding his ribs in pain as he did so Cadfael began to cast his healing spells. A moment later and his health began to recover as Arthe was bombarded by numerous Healing Hand spells, when he felt better he decided to discard his shield for the time being and concentrate on moving faster and hitting harder. Arthe knew this was risky as without the extra defense provided by the shield he could probably take about two full body hits before he died, however he knew that when carrying his shield he couldn't react fast enough to dodge the Ogre's fast kicks. Gripping the hilt of his sword in both hands Arthe re-engaged with the Ogre, this time instead of trying to block the talons he used his blade to redirect them, thereby knocking the Ogre off balance and giving Arthe time to strike with his weapon. His hits were only doing minor damage to the beast but he was making sure that he struck at its joints so that it couldn't move as quickly. His next hit was deep into the elbow of the Ogre and it was thrust so deep that when he withdrew his sword the lower arm hung limp and useless. "Aaargh! Puny little man hurt Bogrips arm, now Bogrip only have one to catch and eat you with." Whilst the Ogre was holding his damaged arm and inspecting the damage, Arthe took the opportunity to strike at the back of the creatures kneecap. Swinging his sword with all his strength he cut right through the ligaments and tendons and even managed to strike bone, he quickly withdrew his weapon because the leg began to buckle and if Arthe's sword got stuck then he would be dead before he knew it. With one arm useless and being unable to stand, the Ogre was no longer angry. Now it was afraid, it had dominated the creatures of this floor with its strength and speed but now it was facing imminent death and so its true nature surfaced. It began to beg and plead with Arthe not to end it and if Arthe had not seen it chow down on a goblin with his own eyes he might have complied. As it was however Arthe was sickened and disgusted by the beast and so showed absolutely no mercy as he resolutely strode toward the disabled Ogre. In a last ditch effort to save its miserable life the creature called out for help from its Goblin slaves, however there was no response due to Cadfael and Arthe's systematic slaughter of all the mobs on this floor. Realizing that it was about to die the Ogre began to thrash and attack wildly, using it's own disabled arm as a club it began to attack everything in the room. This included the support columns and the sarcophagi, the roof began to shake and shards of coffin began to spray about the room. Knowing that he had to finish this quickly or be buried under a mountain of rubble Arthe charged toward the Ogre, dodging and weaving around its flailing limbs. He ducked under the swing of the Ogre's arm and using a knife from his pack to hold him up, he climbed up the back of the beast. Once he got to the shoulders of the fiend he had to act fast or get squished by the huge fist hurtling towards him, he put the point of his sword against the creatures skull and punched the pommel with his fist as hard as he could. There was a horrible crunch and then the blade slid straight into the Ogres brain, instantly all movement of its body ceased and its body fell to the ground in a cloud of dust. Arthe clambered off the dead body and went to check that the beast was definitely dead, he swung his blade at the jugular of the Ogre just to be sure and then walked off to find his shield. When he came back the creature's body had already vanished and there was a small pile of loot where it had lain, the loot consisted of some ores and some leather mainly. The one exception was an old silver key. You have Leveled up! You have Leveled up! You have Leveled up! Fourth Floor Cleared Access to Fifth Floor Granted Ancient Silver Key. Durability: 3/10 Use to open the treasure room of ancient kings the Fifth Floor of the Mausoleum. Disappears when you leave the dungeon, this key has enough durability for one more use. "Wicked a treasure room, bet there is some good stuff in there. Might find a new sword and shield as well." Arthe said after showing the key to Cadfael. "True and we will most definitely find other valuables such as gold and jewelry, as i recall it was the custom to bury the kings of old with all their worldly goods so that they could have them by their side in the afterlife." Cadfael replied with a distinct look of greed in his eyes. As they walked over to where the doorway to the steps had appeared Arthe allocated his new stat points into agility and vitality, he was determined not to get hit as often and if he did it wouldn't hurt quite so much. Just before they reached the steps Arthe spotted something on a small platform at the end of the hall, he wandered over to take a look. It was a gold book set atop a small plinth, he reached over to take it and when he picked it up it glowed briefly in response. "Identify!" "Ding" You have discovered a secret sword skill book. Sword skills of Ancient Numenor This Skill book allows you to learn the secret techniques of an ancient civilization. Do you wish to learn this skill yes/no? "Yes!" Arthe shouted in response, he knew that he needed a set of sword skills to help him deal damage to his opponents. It wasn't enough just to swing his sword at them anymore, he had to have some way to increase the damage each attack did and sword skills were the way to go. Sword Skill of Ancient Numenor: Used by Knights of the Ancient kingdom of Numenor this skill was created for use against the invasion of the dragons and giants. Damage against Giant type and Draconian type monsters increases 10% per level in Sword mastery. Endurance to Ice magic increased by 2% per level in Shield mastery. This sword skill is composed of 4 movements, One foot work technique and one breathing technique. You have learned 5 Courageous Steps of Asgarde You have learned Targeted Thrust of Bifrost You have learned Blade Dance of Nimue You have learned Fateful Strikes of the Norn You have learned The Splintering of Yggdrasil You have learned Breath of Ymir Targeted Thrust: Ignores 20% of opponents armor. Ignores 50% of armor value when used against Giants. Increases by 3% per level in sword mastery. Cost: 200 Mana Blade Dance: A series of quick whip-like slashes that baffles the enemy and wounds them. Creates wounds that continuously damage the enemy. Has 25% chance to stun enemy. Increases stun chances by 5% per level in shield mastery. Increases Stun chance by 50% when used against Giants. Cost: 500 Mana Fateful Strikes: Four heavy blows that break through blocks and cleave through armor. When used on Dragon type enemies it ignores the armor value of their scales. Cost: 750 Mana Splintering of Yggdrasil: A final sundering blow that contains all the Fury of Nature. This damage of this blow is multiplied by: 2 at Intermediate Sword Mastery, 5 at Advanced Sword Mastery and 10 at Master Sword Mastery. When used against Giant or Dragon type enemies the users total strength is added to the damage. cost: 1200 Mana, should there not be enough Mana health will be used instead. For every Mana point required 2 Health points will be used. 5 Courageous steps of Asgarde: This foot work allows you to continuously evade your opponents blows whilst getting closer to him, the final footstep delivers you right to where your enemy is unguarded allowing you to deliver a critical hit. Against Giant and Dragon type enemies the footwork temporarily increases agility and strength by 25%. For every level in Sword Mastery AND Shield Mastery the increase is boosted by an extra 5% Cost: 250 Mana Breath of Ymir: This Breathing technique allows the user to conserve more stamina and Mana points when performing any of the related skills. It also increases Fire and Ice resistances when in use. If used against Giant or dragon type monsters it increases the battle related stats of the user. Decreases Stamina and Mana use by 20%. Increases 2% per level in Sword Mastery.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> "And that is why you are stripped of your profession, and hereby banished from the Enchanter's Guild, Vera." Proclaimed Erratus.<br><br>One Week Earlier.<br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Vera had finally started classes at the Enchanter's Guild, and was learning everything very quickly. She was so glad that she chose to be an enchanter over a normal mage. It was truly exciting every time she imbued new properties into an item. There were, however, three rules in the guild.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><ul><br><li>Never try to enchant a living being.</li><br><li>Never use a forbidden(Unholy) enchantment.</li><br><li>Never steal from the guild.</li></ul><br></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Never the less, these would not be broken by Vera. She saw herself as a good girl. That was, however, until the class had lessons on how powerful the forbidden enchantments were, and why they were banned.<br><br>Upon hearing the information, Vera headed straight to the library one night. She had busted the lock by making a small blade with mana on her index finger, and cut through it. She proceeded to do the same thing on the forbidden section's lock. Upon entering, she took a couple of books on the forbidden enchantments...<br><br>Upon leaving, she re-attached the locks with a tiny bit of flame magic. The next day after classes she read the notes, which pertained to permanently berserk-ing living creatures. After hiding in a shaded section of the court yard, she pulled out a rat and spoke softly, "Enchant." As she finished, the rat turned a slight red, and it's fur grew about one inch longer. Its fangs become longer and its eyes went bloodshot. <br><br>The rat then climbed a tree at a ludicrous speed and started murdering a whole family of birds.<br><br>"Oh shi..." Exclaimed Vera, as she shot a small ball of fire at the rat, which then died.<br><br>As she was marveling at her handiwork, she was forcefully pushed to the ground and mana-cuffed.<br><br>"Hey! What are you doing!" Shouted Vera.<br><br>She was then thrown in a dungeon for five days, to await trial. <br><br>When the day of the trial came, she stood before Erratus, who said:<br><br>"Vera, you have broken my heart. The library was guarded with observation magic, and we have seen the acts you committed. After further inspection of the rat we found when you were arrested, we have also confirmed you have enchanted the living being...using forbidden enchantments no less. You had such great potential, why would you do this?" Said Erratus.<br>"It seemed interesting..." Said Vera softly...<br><br>"INTERESTING? YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW WICKED THE DARK POWERS ARE...WE HAVE THREE RULES, AND YOU HAVE BROKEN THEM ALL." Bellowed Erratus. <br><br>He then regained his composure. <br><br>"You have broken all of our rules, And that is why you are stripped of your profession, and hereby banished from the Enchanter's Guild, Vera."<br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>For a whole day, Vera sat outside in the rain crying. Until finally, she was approached by a shifty looking old woman. <br><br>The old woman looked at her and said, "Don't dwell on it too hard dear. Those close-minded people simply do not understand the glory of the lost arts."<br><br>Vera was confused, how did this woman know about her current state of affairs?<br><br>"Don't worry about that either, dear...I simply come with a proposition." Said the woman.<br><br>"Wha...could this woman read minds?" Thought Vera.<br><br>"Slightly dear, it comes with age. Now then, I know the path you walk, and it is not easy. I come to offer my help, as someone who also tried to attain power and was rejected by society, will you hear my offer?" Said the woman.<br><br>Vera could only nod, still wiping her tears.<br><br>"Excellent, my name is Tessa, and I shall reforge you anew. If you will allow me. Tee hee hee." Chuckled the old lady with a malicious smile.<br><br>T-ting<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Path of the Fallen Enchanter<br><br>You have a gift for enchanting, but no one understood why you sought to attain forbidden power. Allow Tessa to take you under her wing, and show you the way.<br><br>Difficulty: F<br><br>Requirements: <br>Must have enchanting<br>Must have broken all of Enchanter's Guild's rules within the first three days<br>Must cry for one whole day<br><br>Failure if:<br>You give up training<br>You die</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Vera wiped away the last of her tears, and accepted.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Quest Accepted</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>"Excellent." Grinned Tessa, as she beckoned Vera to follow... </div>

"And that is why you are stripped of your profession, and hereby banished from the Enchanter's Guild, Vera." Proclaimed Erratus. One Week Earlier. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Vera had finally started classes at the Enchanter's Guild, and was learning everything very quickly. She was so glad that she chose to be an enchanter over a normal mage. It was truly exciting every time she imbued new properties into an item. There were, however, three rules in the guild. | * Never try to enchant a living being. * Never use a forbidden(Unholy) enchantment. * Never steal from the guild. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | Never the less, these would not be broken by Vera. She saw herself as a good girl. That was, however, until the class had lessons on how powerful the forbidden enchantments were, and why they were banned. Upon hearing the information, Vera headed straight to the library one night. She had busted the lock by making a small blade with mana on her index finger, and cut through it. She proceeded to do the same thing on the forbidden section's lock. Upon entering, she took a couple of books on the forbidden enchantments... Upon leaving, she re-attached the locks with a tiny bit of flame magic. The next day after classes she read the notes, which pertained to permanently berserk-ing living creatures. After hiding in a shaded section of the court yard, she pulled out a rat and spoke softly, "Enchant." As she finished, the rat turned a slight red, and it's fur grew about one inch longer. Its fangs become longer and its eyes went bloodshot. The rat then climbed a tree at a ludicrous speed and started murdering a whole family of birds. "Oh shi..." Exclaimed Vera, as she shot a small ball of fire at the rat, which then died. As she was marveling at her handiwork, she was forcefully pushed to the ground and mana-cuffed. "Hey! What are you doing!" Shouted Vera. She was then thrown in a dungeon for five days, to await trial. When the day of the trial came, she stood before Erratus, who said: "Vera, you have broken my heart. The library was guarded with observation magic, and we have seen the acts you committed. After further inspection of the rat we found when you were arrested, we have also confirmed you have enchanted the living being...using forbidden enchantments no less. You had such great potential, why would you do this?" Said Erratus. "It seemed interesting..." Said Vera softly... "INTERESTING? YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW WICKED THE DARK POWERS ARE...WE HAVE THREE RULES, AND YOU HAVE BROKEN THEM ALL." Bellowed Erratus. He then regained his composure. "You have broken all of our rules, And that is why you are stripped of your profession, and hereby banished from the Enchanter's Guild, Vera." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ For a whole day, Vera sat outside in the rain crying. Until finally, she was approached by a shifty looking old woman. The old woman looked at her and said, "Don't dwell on it too hard dear. Those close-minded people simply do not understand the glory of the lost arts." Vera was confused, how did this woman know about her current state of affairs? "Don't worry about that either, dear...I simply come with a proposition." Said the woman. "Wha...could this woman read minds?" Thought Vera. "Slightly dear, it comes with age. Now then, I know the path you walk, and it is not easy. I come to offer my help, as someone who also tried to attain power and was rejected by society, will you hear my offer?" Said the woman. Vera could only nod, still wiping her tears. "Excellent, my name is Tessa, and I shall reforge you anew. If you will allow me. Tee hee hee." Chuckled the old lady with a malicious smile. T-ting | Path of the Fallen EnchanterYou have a gift for enchanting, but no one understood why you sought to attain forbidden power. Allow Tessa to take you under her wing, and show you the way.Difficulty: FRequirements: Must have enchantingMust have broken all of Enchanter's Guild's rules within the first three daysMust cry for one whole dayFailure if:You give up trainingYou die | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | Vera wiped away the last of her tears, and accepted. | Quest Accepted | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | "Excellent." Grinned Tessa, as she beckoned Vera to follow...

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Alone<br>Allen Wu</span><br><br> Looking out at the bright sun. An 18 year old boy feels like he’s nothing in this world. Every day is the same, the echoes of the trees shuddering a dark shadow over a room of nothingness. It was Allen Wu’s first semester at Mt. Sai community college. The kids in the classroom talking to one another but since my expression was cold and unwelcoming, none of the other students dare to approach me. I’ve trained myself in martial arts and swordsmanship ever since I was young. My body remembers the pain it endured every day. With that I have a much built body with a nice six pack but I hide everything with my long sleeves that wear and jeans that cover up my muscles. It was my escape from life since having friends was an impossible feat for someone like me. But in the corner of my eyes I watch two others engage in a conversation. <br><br> “Hey lets go check out this new movie tonight.” A blonde guy by the window was talking to a girl he met in class. She was very beautiful with long hair that gives off an aura that makes men drool. The blonde guy was tall and handsome with the typical stereotype that he’s an ass and that girls only want men that treat them the wrong way. In my mind I thought. “Typical, an Asian girl with a London boy, why can’t Asians just be with their own kind” The Asian girl with a look at the guy gave a smile while saying. “If you’re the one that’s treating me, then I might consider it.” The blonde guy then spoke. “Well babe we sure will have a great time ahead.” As I watched them from afar my stomach just wanted to explode. I wonder to myself why could I not have the courage to talk to a girl like that or even seal the deal of going out as I plucked at my dark brown hair in silence. <br><br>Fantasies in my mind that I shall never have I thought, the other students look at me like I am some sort of outcast. This semester will not be fun at all in my mind. “Well I guess I can always practice my martial arts and sword play to ease my sorrow.” Silently I said those words of comfort while looking at the spotless sky once more. <br><br>As I sat there peering into the cloudless sky, I started to remember my first encounter in swordsmanship. It was 5 years ago, a hot Friday afternoon when the sun was radiating in all its might ,probably a little too much for I was sweating like a dog. I was travelling to go home until I stopped and noticed that there was a dojo nearby my home. Me being someone familiar to martial arts I peeked through the front window and saw an old person, teaching his students swordsman ship. My mind was enchanted by the might and force of the impact as I watch how men would battle with all their heart and soul in to one sudden and skillful strike. Seeing these men spar and fight with all their heart lured me into the dojo.<br><br>As soon as I entered the dojo, a man named Mahiro Adenai who would be my future ‘senpai’ if I joined called out to me “Do you wish to join our dojo, to learn swordsmanship?” he asked “yes” I replied in a spirited manner, “please enter” he said. As I strolled into the dojo all I saw was eight men in their 30’s except for the sensei of the dojo that was in his late 60’s giving a lecture. <br><br>The sensei Ahn Yundo was one of the greatest swordsman in the whole of Asia, as soon as he saw me ,he stopped his teaching and walked towards me “what is your name?” he asked , it was hard to reply because his presence alone told me that he was a great person. “I … I am Allen Wu, and I would like to join your dojo for swordsmanship “I said softly. “Pick up a sword!” He demanded. I was scared to at first but I thought to myself, if these people would accept me as a student maybe I won’t be alone anymore, with a smile I lifted up a wooden sword and took his challenge. After a chain of events I was in the dojo training with my ‘senpais’ learning the way of the sword every day. <br><br>Our sensei saw great potential in me always pushing me further and further into the art of swordsmanship, teaching me to never give up. I was learning and practicing so much with the swords that I made two wooden swords of my own and started dual wielding, a style that none of the other students did. For months I practiced so much that I passed the level of all my ‘senpais’, they all said I was a genius ,that I was born to be a warrior and Mahiro would always ask “how come a fit, handsome boy like you … not have a girlfriend?” And over and over I would reply that girls naturally did not like me.<br><br>Everyone wanted me to take part in tournaments and hone my skills and give fame to the dojo but I denied the request for I told them that I have always walked my path alone and I shall still follow this path, my fellow swords men all felt pity for me but I knew this, that deep down, my heart was still in the depths of shadows. As I walked out the dojo my sensei said “I pray that the path of the swords overcomes the darkness within you.” With those words in my mind, I left the dojo forever.<br><br>As I walked out the front door of the dojo I remembered my senpai asking me before “how is it a muscular and honest boy like you….not have a girlfriend!?” and I replied disappointedly “well girls naturally don’t like me.” So now I left the dojo pathetically in a way.<br><br>All of a sudden a loud voice rang throughout the room waking me up from my daydream. “Welcome students, I am your instructor Dr. Bernard!” I looked up to see a man in his 60s with a beard and hair style just like a ripped- off Santa clause.” All he was missing was a red coat instead he wore a white jacket to my surprise he could be a walking doctor. The students all look at the professor and spoke. “We are grateful to be in your class and want to learn everything about Virtual reality games.” With those words the instructor was very happy and probably full of himself. Then with a deep breath he said. “Our course will be focused on virtual reality and as most of you may know Toshiba from the KMC has announced the release of the first game royal road.” <br><br>Everyone in the class was very excited because the instructor looks at the class with good news. “Royal road is released today worldwide for everyone to play, as well as the fee for renting capsules is affordable, I am sure lots of you would be excited to journey into an exciting and vast adventure!” Then the instructor said. “Who here is already going to start playing royal road!” With that the whole class raised their hands in an instant, as if a rain of swords were about to attack a pirates ship and steal the gold.<br><br>The only one that hasn’t raised his hands was poor me in the corner of the class room like a cat in a dogs den. The other students looked around and saw that I haven’t and some whispered. “That guy must be a total dick head not to have known about royal road”. The girl next to her friend said. “Yeah what a loser, he probably doesn’t get out much.” Other students started making remarks as the room died down by another voice. It was the instructor while looking at the name chart he then called my name. “Allen, since your taking my class then you must get royal road because some of the tests in this class will involved partying with your fellow classmates and …. I will grade you on it as well.” All of a sudden my stomach felt very sick. In my mind, my thoughts went. “The world is ending why I must play a game with others, when in real life I was all alone.” The bell rang and the other students all took off with their newly formed friends. <br><br>While I sat in my seat just day dreaming for what I could have had, a hand reach out and grip me firmly, it was Dr. Bernard. “Allen if you don’t open up in the real world then maybe you can find what you’re looking for in the Royal road.” With those words the instructor left. I always dreamt of being a warrior in some unknown world, perhaps I can find true friends in this game called royal road. I searched through my belongings and scurried off to rent a capsule hoping to end the darkness in my heart and soul.<br><br><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Another’s Past<br>Eustace Yoshino</span><br><br> My life is treading through challenges that I’ve known throughout my life. People that I’ve known who I cherished deep in my soul as friends, turned out for the worst. I’ve thought that I could run away from my child hood. When I was younger my mother once told me a story, I asked. “Mom where’s dad, why doesn’t he ever come home?” My mom would look at me with those large blue eyes full of anger, and deep down I could see sadness. Then slowly while shaking her hands, she brushed through my black hair and said. “Your father will never return because he has found another….. And has abandoned us, his own…. family….” After that moment there was anger in my heart. In my mind a thought ran. “If that bastard ever shows his face in front of me or mother again, I would send him to hell!” For leaving my mother and me and running off with someone else was unforgiveable! <br><br>During my high school years I thought I could trust my friends, the people that hung out with me during the times of sorrow and joy. My nature was that I was kind and generous to everyone around me. My so called friends Dan and Jerry were my best friends or so I thought they were. It all happened one day, the truth about having friends scarred my mind. I saw a kid was being bullied by 3 others as I was walking to the cafeteria with Dan and jerry. The kid that was being bullied was named Josh. A skinny kid by the height of 5,6 and the other 3 that were monsters incarnate in a human body were called Joe one ,two and three, hilarious I thought to myself but it was Typical to see twins and people with the same name hang out . <br><br>Josh cried. “Please don’t hurt me; my mother gave me that money so I can buy lunch.” Joe 1 the leader of the group was smirking. “Ha, but your money is mines by all rights, ever heard of walking in my territory!” The skinny boy shed tears like a lost rabbit. All of a sudden my body moved forward by its own and lifted my arms for a direct punch. “Whack!” Joe face was smashed in as the force of my punch landed square into his hideous face, but there was a pretty, major problem, I just remembered I’m not some superman but a skinny boy that tried to one- hit a so called goliath. The the demon turned towards me with the look of death, I knew I was in for it but I knew if it came down to it, My friends would back me up, I was sure of it!<br><br>Joe and his goons started laughing. “Oh … if it isn’t fresh meat.” Joe 2 then said. “Oh we won’t hurt you all if you betray this crazy friend of yours, hehe.” They told my friends. With a smirk Joe 3 then said. “Betray this idiot and we will let u join our group known for being the strongest gang on campus.” In my mind I knew my buddies won’t betray me. “You’re all fools my friends will never betray me, come on we will take you all on!” But to my surprise Dan and jerry that I trusted as being my best buds started walking over to the Joe gang. I was at a loss for words, and then I heard the kid that got bullied ran past me and spoke. “Fool, now you are the one to get bullied, hah!” As he ran away I could hear the evil laughter in his voice. Was it the devil that played a trick on me this day? Then all went blank as darkness flew through my mind, my thoughts went “How could they have betrayed me, why would my best friends I’ve known for so many years do this to me, why does it feel similar like the day my father left me?!” My mind began to regain conscious and I knew I was being a punch bag for Joe and his gang. To my surprise I also saw my friends Dan and Jerry striking away at my body as if they were pro boxers impressing the Joes, In the shadow of my mind I asked myself why …….was I betrayed. <br><br>Joe with a twisted smile of a demon said. “Welcome to my domain now mother fucker so…….. either you give us money or well enjoy beating the white shit out of you every single fuckin day!” Joe 2 then claps his leader shoulder and said. “Fresh meat served well and we got two new goof balls today what a glorious victory.” Joe 3 then took Dan and Jerry’s shoulder and with an evil grin demanded an answer. “Well…..Whose fuckin side are you on now boys!?” Dan and Jerry both gave an evil look. “Sir we are yours to command and we shall strive for the gang, glory for the Joe Gang” they whimpered. The leader then kicked my stomach once more and said to his followers “Time for some lunch with this fags money.” They all chuckled and strolled off into the sunlight, But all I could see was darkness clutching my soul as the feeling of anger swept through out me, I whispered to my dying, beaten self. “I will never be betrayed again… for I shall walk my new path alone.”<br><br>As I thought about my past, I stood on the grounds of my new school. I saw students walking to classes with their ‘so called friends’, but I knew that if you have friends the feeling of being abandoned was always going to be there. As I stood at the entrance of Mt. Sac Community college, I spoke to myself I will never be betrayed again, but then I realized the time. “Oh shit I was supposed to be in my new Virtual Reality Class an hour ago!” I mumbled so my first day at campuses was more of an epic fail. I scurried down to my class and found out I missed the first session. I was very depressed until I saw a notice on the white board, I read it to myself. “All students that missed the first day of class must rent a capsule to play royal road, sincerely Dr. Bernard.” On the bottom of the notice was in bold letters, “Royal road is required to pass this class!” With that in mind I headed off to purchase a capsule in light, that I might make some friends.<br><br><br><br> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Rainy Day<br>Johnathon Loftski</span><br><br> A young boy by the age of 17 watches the clouded sky in hopes for a glimpse of sunlight of the one he holds dear. Instead the dark clouds wore the mask of an Akuma bearing its fangs into the world. Tearing away this lonely boy’s soul piece by piece, until there’s nothing left but an empty shell. Heavy drops of rain felt like boulders that slowed the boy’s progress. In his mind thoughts of emptiness came across his clouded mind. “Why didn’t I have the courage that day to ask for her name?” <br>A moment in time that happened 5 years ago, but felt like it only happened yesterday. It was similar like today with the rain that felt like rocks pounding my soul as I tremble down the street of Elnar lane. My thoughts were running around all over the place of single player games. The game I was playing at that very moment on my psp was called final fantasy. It had a story that intrigued my sudden urges and that was how the hero would always have a maiden who fights by his side even till death. In my mind I thought. “Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I had a girl who loved me just as much as she did him in the game world?” With my thoughts flowing out of my soul, I didn’t notice I was walking into a group of thugs. <br><br>The leader of the group of thugs was called Thor and approached me from behind. “Hey dick head where ya headed….. Care ta lend me ah doller?” He smirked. His second in command with a big belly that screamed he needs to stay out of the donut shop was named Gimly, with his meaty hands he grabbed my should with a firm grip. With a sinister smile, he said. “Hold up... hold up fuck face did u not just hear the man, show some respect!” <br><br>In my mind I was still fantasizing about having a holy maiden from single player games I use to play. My expression was dead as I gave an answer. “I have no money my family is poor.” After hearing those words the third thug who was just as skinny as me steps up. His name was Pinky. I thought to myself in whisper. “woah what fuking retarded name , it screams gay from miles away.” But to my surprise I messed up and said it aloud without even thinking that he could hear me. In my mind thought “oh shit now I am going to die.” With a piss off expression, he rushed and grabs my shirt. “Hey … hey did u notice we are at bridge and we could just drop you down to swim for your mother fuckin life!” At this very moment I didn’t even notice I was at bridge and cursed myself for daydreaming about the girl .The leader of the group stepped up and spoke. “Pinky just toss this loser over the bridge, if he doesn’t want to pay up!” With that the leader laughed out loud, so loudly even the people passing by could hear. To my surprise , the other people that were watching were all cowards, and wouldn’t help me. I wonder to myself what a messed up society I live in.<br><br>The fat bastard by the name Gimly started searching my body. In my head my thoughts were like this guy is a gay freak. As he finished searching my body, I felt disgust. Almost as if I was violated by another man, I rather that have been a girl I loved doing that. Gimly turned to Thor and said. “Boss this boy is broke like dipshit” The group made an evil laugh. Then I had a feeling I knew where this was going to end. “My life will be over very soon , but at least I wanted to meet my maiden who would be by my side.” Even now I was still day dreaming, maybe because it was what I wanted in life. I knew every man would want that, unless they were gay like this picky fella. <br><br>Thor began to shout with an evil smirk that you see in movies with the villains always on top of their game. “Well boys it’s time to teach this young lad how to swim with the fishes.” I had to courage to speak. “Don’t do this, I can’t swim, please spare my life.” With desperate call I tried every card to get me out of this crisis. “I have a family that I must return too, I can’t leave without fulfilling my dreams.” The gay fag called pinky then spoke. “Look at this mama boy and he calls me a fag, this guy is truly a prick.” With that the trio started laughing as they grab me by my both my arms and legs. Before I knew it, I thought my life would end as the final line between life and death emerge in my mind. “As my body felt light as a feather as I fell down the whole of never-ending death. To my surprise I landed in a river with a huge splash I felt my bones shatter and my body go numb. The gushing water carried my poor soul down the river as my vision was blurred; I thought this was the end of my journey.<br><br>A young girl with long hair, dyed the color of green was walking the road that was near the bridge. She was a skinny girl with average looks and a nice body with a innocent look that implicates she’s weak, but don’t let looks fool you, her body was trained by a master of the art of karate and she was a very good swimmer, since her parents were famous swimmier that won the Olympics. Romuna was a girl who believes in justice and when she sees that someone needs help, the hero in her soul would emerge and take flight. <br><br>She saw the boy who was drowning in the river while being pushed down stream. Romuna inhaled “Oh boy…. another job for a hero.” She thought in her mind.<br>She dropped her back pack and ran as fast as the wind could carry her as she leaped into the river and swam faster than a shark. Romuna kept saying. “I will save that boy, even if it cost me my life.” If Jonathan heard those words in real life as his life was being swept away by the current, he would thank the lord. <br><br>Romuna grab hold of a branch and waited until Johnathan came down right in the middle. With the great force, she grabbed johnathan’s body and pulled him towards her, with her training with karate and her motivation; it would have been an impossible feat. Romuna yelled. “Hang in there , I will get you to safety , don’t give up on life now.” <br><br>Johnathan opened his eyes and to his surprise. “Am In heaven, is this the maiden that awaits me at the gates of a new life.” But to his surprise his senses returned as he noticed he was still alive. Shocked that such a beautiful girl would be his savior, was a dream come true. Romuna dragged him to shore by using the wooden tree branch as a lever. “At least this guy isn’t fat like fat bastard in Austin powers or we would have been trouble.” She muttered to herself. <br><br>Johnathan opened his eyes again as he was already on shore, as he looked up at the angel that was before him. He couldn’t believe it. “shes giving me cpu, this is my dream come true!” This moment he was getting a boner, but she didn’t have to know that right. Romuna after giving Johnathan air through the mouth with her own, in her mind “Good I’ve saved another poor soul; god must be smiling on me.” With a smile, she began to check if he had broken bones, to her surprise he had a broken shoulder. She mumbled “better call the ambulance before it gets worse.” She dialed the ambulance number on her cell phone and got help immediately. Meanwhile johnathan was in a trance as he sees an angel in front of his eyes. His heart started to beat faster and faster but he didn’t have any courage to say anything. As the ambulance came, he took one glance at her and heard from her lips. “youll be fine they will take care of you , hopefully in the future you won’t need me to save your lousy but again.” With that she left in a red car that came to pick her up. Jonathan had a feeling she was rich, but before he saw her close the car door, He whispered and hopes of shouting the words. “Could I have your name, my name is Johnathan.” In the end I was in the seat of an ambulance headed for the hospital, in my mind. “My dad’s going to kill me.”<br><br>While I was in the white room, people could mistake this for a place where sick people go to die. But I on the other hand was laying the bed that was pretty comfortable, besides the fact that I was half naked. A very slim young women was taking care of me, her facial features were very well refined, making her a right choice for mating. Or so I thought but this beautiful woman was a nurse for the hospital was staying at named Saint Johns. Believe me if I was the director was of this place, I would be making millions but I just happen to have the first name of the director. The beautiful nurse name was Miju. She turned over to me with smile, spoke. “Have you heard of a game called Royal Road?” I was hesitating for a moment, and then I replied. “Not really since I only play single player games I wouldn’t know anything that involves playing with a large group of people.” <br><br>Miju then laughed and said. “Well it’s the first virtual reality of its kind and we have the capsules of life will be out in 5 years, if you haven’t recovered by then, you can move your body in the game as if your body has been recovered.” For a moment I was stunned but I realized I was kind of paralyzed and felt a deep sadness overflow myself. “What five years, my heart shattered. My thoughts about the girl that saved my life hit my mind. I wanted to search the world for her, but now I must endure this pain. My voice echoed in my mind. “Why is god so cruel to me?” Miju then saw my reaction and said. “The doctor says you wouldn’t be able to attend your school, for your recovery will take time.” With those words I wanted to cry like a little baby that lost his toy, but worst that lost his will to live. He thought of a thing in his mind, I was still handicap after these 5 years. “I would give Royal Road a shot; at least on there I wouldn’t lose my whole body again.” Or so he thought.<br><br>5 years has passed as I walk through the front gates of my high school as a senior. My body has not yet fully recovered as I am limping with crutches as I walk. I could feel the stares from the other students. One of them spoke a young girl who looked like a sophomore in high school. “Hey look at that guy, he must be new.” Her friend a short girl with a pickle face attire, then said. “I heard he was a student here and then an accident happen.” The other girl then spoke. “Suits him right, he must have mess with the wrong people.” They hurried to their class as I watch and spit on the floor in disgust. These girls are nothing like my angel that I saw that day. As he walked to the office, a girl passed him by with beautiful long hair and an innocent look, sadly for Jonathan he was too focused on going to the office of administration to settle down for class. Romuna who passed him was in a hurry to get the day down, in her mind. “Finally royal road is out; I would be a hero in that game!” With thoughts like that she happily walked to her class passing by the boy she once saved, as for johnathan in his mind at that moment. “Where is my fair maiden in this world, how I long to see your pretty face and hold you in my arms.”<br><br><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">So Close</span><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Toshiba Watson</span><br> <br><br> The night sky was beautiful like the moon that shines over the large mansion by the hill of Elnar. High above the balcony stood Mr. Toshiba looking up at the night sky with kind eyes that were going to burst into tears. The 60 year old man dream was finally coming true. As he turned to look through the window of his master bed room decorated with portraits of his wife, Anna. He thought. “She’s just as beautiful, when I first met her 30 years ago.” That dreadful day could have been avoided if only he wasn’t at a meeting. <br><br>It was a summer day; a lovely lady in her early 30s was waiting outside the company office known as the KMC. She was slender and her face was very beautiful for her age. A couple of business men would stare in awe at this amazing lady. With her look she shot them down, but her thoughts. “Even now I can still get any man I want, but why do I wait for my husband who doesn’t show time for me.” As she dialed her husband phone once more. In the office Toshiba knew his wife was calling him for lunch. In his mind “The royal road project is finally getting funded by many companies.” I hope my wife understands my dreams of being the first to make Virtual reality possible.” As he looked at his phone and was about to text. The share holders were wealthy rich business men who saw their main project leader distracted. They all turned and said. “Mr., Toshiba please listen because we all here need you to tell us why we should fun this project of yours.” As Mr. Toshiba stood up, his thoughts went straight back to the meeting, forgetting that his lovely wife was waiting for him for the 50th time.<br><br>As Anna stood there furious and ready to explode, tears started falling down from her face. Her thoughts. “What a jerk, why can’t he be a man that spends time with his love one and not just focus on some stupid virtual reality project.” Then a thought came up. “Maybe I should just find another man even though …..I love him so much.” As she turned to walk away, all of a sudden a small Kia car rammed right into her. Her body flew 5 feet away, as if an ant was blown by the wind. Her final thoughts running in that last second. “Is this how my life ends.” She laid on the cold floor as people started rushing to her to see if she’s alright, The little girl that was by her side, started yelling out. “Please someone call an ambulance!” The driver that hit her was the first to call an ambulance. As the meeting was ending, the phone call from the hospital came in. Mr., Toshiba answered it saying. “Hello Toshiba speaking.” The nurse on the phone had the sound of an angel but with the devils words said. “Sir, your wife is in the emergency room and we don’t think she would make it, worst comes to worst she will be in a coma for who knows how long.” His hands tremble as if his world was about to end, if only he had only pick up that call and thought. “Then maybe my love would have been saved.”<br><br>His wife now lay in a capsule that he created. Her looks were around the age of a 62 year old lady, but in his heart she would always be his lovely maiden that he cherishes always. She went into a coma a couple years and the doctors say they wouldn’t know when she would ever wake up. Tears came down his eyes as part of his soul longs for her. With the creation of Royal road, people in comas can now enter the game world and live again. As he walked over by her side, his words of love came out. “My love tomorrow will be the day we will be reunited as one once more.” As the words came out, tear of joy ran down his face. In his mind he also prayed that his creation would help others find their own joy and happiness. Little did he know there were three young men who are fighting the darkness in their hearts searching for that one light that is hidden away by the shadows. <br><br><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #4000FF;">Enjoy Ch 1 ^^</span></span> </div>

Alone Allen Wu Looking out at the bright sun. An 18 year old boy feels like he’s nothing in this world. Every day is the same, the echoes of the trees shuddering a dark shadow over a room of nothingness. It was Allen Wu’s first semester at Mt. Sai community college. The kids in the classroom talking to one another but since my expression was cold and unwelcoming, none of the other students dare to approach me. I’ve trained myself in martial arts and swordsmanship ever since I was young. My body remembers the pain it endured every day. With that I have a much built body with a nice six pack but I hide everything with my long sleeves that wear and jeans that cover up my muscles. It was my escape from life since having friends was an impossible feat for someone like me. But in the corner of my eyes I watch two others engage in a conversation. “Hey lets go check out this new movie tonight.” A blonde guy by the window was talking to a girl he met in class. She was very beautiful with long hair that gives off an aura that makes men drool. The blonde guy was tall and handsome with the typical stereotype that he’s an ass and that girls only want men that treat them the wrong way. In my mind I thought. “Typical, an Asian girl with a London boy, why can’t Asians just be with their own kind” The Asian girl with a look at the guy gave a smile while saying. “If you’re the one that’s treating me, then I might consider it.” The blonde guy then spoke. “Well babe we sure will have a great time ahead.” As I watched them from afar my stomach just wanted to explode. I wonder to myself why could I not have the courage to talk to a girl like that or even seal the deal of going out as I plucked at my dark brown hair in silence. Fantasies in my mind that I shall never have I thought, the other students look at me like I am some sort of outcast. This semester will not be fun at all in my mind. “Well I guess I can always practice my martial arts and sword play to ease my sorrow.” Silently I said those words of comfort while looking at the spotless sky once more. As I sat there peering into the cloudless sky, I started to remember my first encounter in swordsmanship. It was 5 years ago, a hot Friday afternoon when the sun was radiating in all its might ,probably a little too much for I was sweating like a dog. I was travelling to go home until I stopped and noticed that there was a dojo nearby my home. Me being someone familiar to martial arts I peeked through the front window and saw an old person, teaching his students swordsman ship. My mind was enchanted by the might and force of the impact as I watch how men would battle with all their heart and soul in to one sudden and skillful strike. Seeing these men spar and fight with all their heart lured me into the dojo. As soon as I entered the dojo, a man named Mahiro Adenai who would be my future ‘senpai’ if I joined called out to me “Do you wish to join our dojo, to learn swordsmanship?” he asked “yes” I replied in a spirited manner, “please enter” he said. As I strolled into the dojo all I saw was eight men in their 30’s except for the sensei of the dojo that was in his late 60’s giving a lecture. The sensei Ahn Yundo was one of the greatest swordsman in the whole of Asia, as soon as he saw me ,he stopped his teaching and walked towards me “what is your name?” he asked , it was hard to reply because his presence alone told me that he was a great person. “I … I am Allen Wu, and I would like to join your dojo for swordsmanship “I said softly. “Pick up a sword!” He demanded. I was scared to at first but I thought to myself, if these people would accept me as a student maybe I won’t be alone anymore, with a smile I lifted up a wooden sword and took his challenge. After a chain of events I was in the dojo training with my ‘senpais’ learning the way of the sword every day. Our sensei saw great potential in me always pushing me further and further into the art of swordsmanship, teaching me to never give up. I was learning and practicing so much with the swords that I made two wooden swords of my own and started dual wielding, a style that none of the other students did. For months I practiced so much that I passed the level of all my ‘senpais’, they all said I was a genius ,that I was born to be a warrior and Mahiro would always ask “how come a fit, handsome boy like you … not have a girlfriend?” And over and over I would reply that girls naturally did not like me. Everyone wanted me to take part in tournaments and hone my skills and give fame to the dojo but I denied the request for I told them that I have always walked my path alone and I shall still follow this path, my fellow swords men all felt pity for me but I knew this, that deep down, my heart was still in the depths of shadows. As I walked out the dojo my sensei said “I pray that the path of the swords overcomes the darkness within you.” With those words in my mind, I left the dojo forever. As I walked out the front door of the dojo I remembered my senpai asking me before “how is it a muscular and honest boy like you….not have a girlfriend!?” and I replied disappointedly “well girls naturally don’t like me.” So now I left the dojo pathetically in a way. All of a sudden a loud voice rang throughout the room waking me up from my daydream. “Welcome students, I am your instructor Dr. Bernard!” I looked up to see a man in his 60s with a beard and hair style just like a ripped- off Santa clause.” All he was missing was a red coat instead he wore a white jacket to my surprise he could be a walking doctor. The students all look at the professor and spoke. “We are grateful to be in your class and want to learn everything about Virtual reality games.” With those words the instructor was very happy and probably full of himself. Then with a deep breath he said. “Our course will be focused on virtual reality and as most of you may know Toshiba from the KMC has announced the release of the first game royal road.” Everyone in the class was very excited because the instructor looks at the class with good news. “Royal road is released today worldwide for everyone to play, as well as the fee for renting capsules is affordable, I am sure lots of you would be excited to journey into an exciting and vast adventure!” Then the instructor said. “Who here is already going to start playing royal road!” With that the whole class raised their hands in an instant, as if a rain of swords were about to attack a pirates ship and steal the gold. The only one that hasn’t raised his hands was poor me in the corner of the class room like a cat in a dogs den. The other students looked around and saw that I haven’t and some whispered. “That guy must be a total dick head not to have known about royal road”. The girl next to her friend said. “Yeah what a loser, he probably doesn’t get out much.” Other students started making remarks as the room died down by another voice. It was the instructor while looking at the name chart he then called my name. “Allen, since your taking my class then you must get royal road because some of the tests in this class will involved partying with your fellow classmates and …. I will grade you on it as well.” All of a sudden my stomach felt very sick. In my mind, my thoughts went. “The world is ending why I must play a game with others, when in real life I was all alone.” The bell rang and the other students all took off with their newly formed friends. While I sat in my seat just day dreaming for what I could have had, a hand reach out and grip me firmly, it was Dr. Bernard. “Allen if you don’t open up in the real world then maybe you can find what you’re looking for in the Royal road.” With those words the instructor left. I always dreamt of being a warrior in some unknown world, perhaps I can find true friends in this game called royal road. I searched through my belongings and scurried off to rent a capsule hoping to end the darkness in my heart and soul. Another’s Past Eustace Yoshino My life is treading through challenges that I’ve known throughout my life. People that I’ve known who I cherished deep in my soul as friends, turned out for the worst. I’ve thought that I could run away from my child hood. When I was younger my mother once told me a story, I asked. “Mom where’s dad, why doesn’t he ever come home?” My mom would look at me with those large blue eyes full of anger, and deep down I could see sadness. Then slowly while shaking her hands, she brushed through my black hair and said. “Your father will never return because he has found another….. And has abandoned us, his own…. family….” After that moment there was anger in my heart. In my mind a thought ran. “If that bastard ever shows his face in front of me or mother again, I would send him to hell!” For leaving my mother and me and running off with someone else was unforgiveable! During my high school years I thought I could trust my friends, the people that hung out with me during the times of sorrow and joy. My nature was that I was kind and generous to everyone around me. My so called friends Dan and Jerry were my best friends or so I thought they were. It all happened one day, the truth about having friends scarred my mind. I saw a kid was being bullied by 3 others as I was walking to the cafeteria with Dan and jerry. The kid that was being bullied was named Josh. A skinny kid by the height of 5,6 and the other 3 that were monsters incarnate in a human body were called Joe one ,two and three, hilarious I thought to myself but it was Typical to see twins and people with the same name hang out . Josh cried. “Please don’t hurt me; my mother gave me that money so I can buy lunch.” Joe 1 the leader of the group was smirking. “Ha, but your money is mines by all rights, ever heard of walking in my territory!” The skinny boy shed tears like a lost rabbit. All of a sudden my body moved forward by its own and lifted my arms for a direct punch. “Whack!” Joe face was smashed in as the force of my punch landed square into his hideous face, but there was a pretty, major problem, I just remembered I’m not some superman but a skinny boy that tried to one- hit a so called goliath. The the demon turned towards me with the look of death, I knew I was in for it but I knew if it came down to it, My friends would back me up, I was sure of it! Joe and his goons started laughing. “Oh … if it isn’t fresh meat.” Joe 2 then said. “Oh we won’t hurt you all if you betray this crazy friend of yours, hehe.” They told my friends. With a smirk Joe 3 then said. “Betray this idiot and we will let u join our group known for being the strongest gang on campus.” In my mind I knew my buddies won’t betray me. “You’re all fools my friends will never betray me, come on we will take you all on!” But to my surprise Dan and jerry that I trusted as being my best buds started walking over to the Joe gang. I was at a loss for words, and then I heard the kid that got bullied ran past me and spoke. “Fool, now you are the one to get bullied, hah!” As he ran away I could hear the evil laughter in his voice. Was it the devil that played a trick on me this day? Then all went blank as darkness flew through my mind, my thoughts went “How could they have betrayed me, why would my best friends I’ve known for so many years do this to me, why does it feel similar like the day my father left me?!” My mind began to regain conscious and I knew I was being a punch bag for Joe and his gang. To my surprise I also saw my friends Dan and Jerry striking away at my body as if they were pro boxers impressing the Joes, In the shadow of my mind I asked myself why …….was I betrayed. Joe with a twisted smile of a demon said. “Welcome to my domain now mother fucker so…….. either you give us money or well enjoy beating the white shit out of you every single fuckin day!” Joe 2 then claps his leader shoulder and said. “Fresh meat served well and we got two new goof balls today what a glorious victory.” Joe 3 then took Dan and Jerry’s shoulder and with an evil grin demanded an answer. “Well…..Whose fuckin side are you on now boys!?” Dan and Jerry both gave an evil look. “Sir we are yours to command and we shall strive for the gang, glory for the Joe Gang” they whimpered. The leader then kicked my stomach once more and said to his followers “Time for some lunch with this fags money.” They all chuckled and strolled off into the sunlight, But all I could see was darkness clutching my soul as the feeling of anger swept through out me, I whispered to my dying, beaten self. “I will never be betrayed again… for I shall walk my new path alone.” As I thought about my past, I stood on the grounds of my new school. I saw students walking to classes with their ‘so called friends’, but I knew that if you have friends the feeling of being abandoned was always going to be there. As I stood at the entrance of Mt. Sac Community college, I spoke to myself I will never be betrayed again, but then I realized the time. “Oh shit I was supposed to be in my new Virtual Reality Class an hour ago!” I mumbled so my first day at campuses was more of an epic fail. I scurried down to my class and found out I missed the first session. I was very depressed until I saw a notice on the white board, I read it to myself. “All students that missed the first day of class must rent a capsule to play royal road, sincerely Dr. Bernard.” On the bottom of the notice was in bold letters, “Royal road is required to pass this class!” With that in mind I headed off to purchase a capsule in light, that I might make some friends. Rainy Day Johnathon Loftski A young boy by the age of 17 watches the clouded sky in hopes for a glimpse of sunlight of the one he holds dear. Instead the dark clouds wore the mask of an Akuma bearing its fangs into the world. Tearing away this lonely boy’s soul piece by piece, until there’s nothing left but an empty shell. Heavy drops of rain felt like boulders that slowed the boy’s progress. In his mind thoughts of emptiness came across his clouded mind. “Why didn’t I have the courage that day to ask for her name?” A moment in time that happened 5 years ago, but felt like it only happened yesterday. It was similar like today with the rain that felt like rocks pounding my soul as I tremble down the street of Elnar lane. My thoughts were running around all over the place of single player games. The game I was playing at that very moment on my psp was called final fantasy. It had a story that intrigued my sudden urges and that was how the hero would always have a maiden who fights by his side even till death. In my mind I thought. “Wouldn’t it be wonderful if I had a girl who loved me just as much as she did him in the game world?” With my thoughts flowing out of my soul, I didn’t notice I was walking into a group of thugs. The leader of the group of thugs was called Thor and approached me from behind. “Hey dick head where ya headed….. Care ta lend me ah doller?” He smirked. His second in command with a big belly that screamed he needs to stay out of the donut shop was named Gimly, with his meaty hands he grabbed my should with a firm grip. With a sinister smile, he said. “Hold up... hold up fuck face did u not just hear the man, show some respect!” In my mind I was still fantasizing about having a holy maiden from single player games I use to play. My expression was dead as I gave an answer. “I have no money my family is poor.” After hearing those words the third thug who was just as skinny as me steps up. His name was Pinky. I thought to myself in whisper. “woah what fuking retarded name , it screams gay from miles away.” But to my surprise I messed up and said it aloud without even thinking that he could hear me. In my mind thought “oh shit now I am going to die.” With a piss off expression, he rushed and grabs my shirt. “Hey … hey did u notice we are at bridge and we could just drop you down to swim for your mother fuckin life!” At this very moment I didn’t even notice I was at bridge and cursed myself for daydreaming about the girl .The leader of the group stepped up and spoke. “Pinky just toss this loser over the bridge, if he doesn’t want to pay up!” With that the leader laughed out loud, so loudly even the people passing by could hear. To my surprise , the other people that were watching were all cowards, and wouldn’t help me. I wonder to myself what a messed up society I live in. The fat bastard by the name Gimly started searching my body. In my head my thoughts were like this guy is a gay freak. As he finished searching my body, I felt disgust. Almost as if I was violated by another man, I rather that have been a girl I loved doing that. Gimly turned to Thor and said. “Boss this boy is broke like dipshit” The group made an evil laugh. Then I had a feeling I knew where this was going to end. “My life will be over very soon , but at least I wanted to meet my maiden who would be by my side.” Even now I was still day dreaming, maybe because it was what I wanted in life. I knew every man would want that, unless they were gay like this picky fella. Thor began to shout with an evil smirk that you see in movies with the villains always on top of their game. “Well boys it’s time to teach this young lad how to swim with the fishes.” I had to courage to speak. “Don’t do this, I can’t swim, please spare my life.” With desperate call I tried every card to get me out of this crisis. “I have a family that I must return too, I can’t leave without fulfilling my dreams.” The gay fag called pinky then spoke. “Look at this mama boy and he calls me a fag, this guy is truly a prick.” With that the trio started laughing as they grab me by my both my arms and legs. Before I knew it, I thought my life would end as the final line between life and death emerge in my mind. “As my body felt light as a feather as I fell down the whole of never-ending death. To my surprise I landed in a river with a huge splash I felt my bones shatter and my body go numb. The gushing water carried my poor soul down the river as my vision was blurred; I thought this was the end of my journey. A young girl with long hair, dyed the color of green was walking the road that was near the bridge. She was a skinny girl with average looks and a nice body with a innocent look that implicates she’s weak, but don’t let looks fool you, her body was trained by a master of the art of karate and she was a very good swimmer, since her parents were famous swimmier that won the Olympics. Romuna was a girl who believes in justice and when she sees that someone needs help, the hero in her soul would emerge and take flight. She saw the boy who was drowning in the river while being pushed down stream. Romuna inhaled “Oh boy…. another job for a hero.” She thought in her mind. She dropped her back pack and ran as fast as the wind could carry her as she leaped into the river and swam faster than a shark. Romuna kept saying. “I will save that boy, even if it cost me my life.” If Jonathan heard those words in real life as his life was being swept away by the current, he would thank the lord. Romuna grab hold of a branch and waited until Johnathan came down right in the middle. With the great force, she grabbed johnathan’s body and pulled him towards her, with her training with karate and her motivation; it would have been an impossible feat. Romuna yelled. “Hang in there , I will get you to safety , don’t give up on life now.” Johnathan opened his eyes and to his surprise. “Am In heaven, is this the maiden that awaits me at the gates of a new life.” But to his surprise his senses returned as he noticed he was still alive. Shocked that such a beautiful girl would be his savior, was a dream come true. Romuna dragged him to shore by using the wooden tree branch as a lever. “At least this guy isn’t fat like fat bastard in Austin powers or we would have been trouble.” She muttered to herself. Johnathan opened his eyes again as he was already on shore, as he looked up at the angel that was before him. He couldn’t believe it. “shes giving me cpu, this is my dream come true!” This moment he was getting a boner, but she didn’t have to know that right. Romuna after giving Johnathan air through the mouth with her own, in her mind “Good I’ve saved another poor soul; god must be smiling on me.” With a smile, she began to check if he had broken bones, to her surprise he had a broken shoulder. She mumbled “better call the ambulance before it gets worse.” She dialed the ambulance number on her cell phone and got help immediately. Meanwhile johnathan was in a trance as he sees an angel in front of his eyes. His heart started to beat faster and faster but he didn’t have any courage to say anything. As the ambulance came, he took one glance at her and heard from her lips. “youll be fine they will take care of you , hopefully in the future you won’t need me to save your lousy but again.” With that she left in a red car that came to pick her up. Jonathan had a feeling she was rich, but before he saw her close the car door, He whispered and hopes of shouting the words. “Could I have your name, my name is Johnathan.” In the end I was in the seat of an ambulance headed for the hospital, in my mind. “My dad’s going to kill me.” While I was in the white room, people could mistake this for a place where sick people go to die. But I on the other hand was laying the bed that was pretty comfortable, besides the fact that I was half naked. A very slim young women was taking care of me, her facial features were very well refined, making her a right choice for mating. Or so I thought but this beautiful woman was a nurse for the hospital was staying at named Saint Johns. Believe me if I was the director was of this place, I would be making millions but I just happen to have the first name of the director. The beautiful nurse name was Miju. She turned over to me with smile, spoke. “Have you heard of a game called Royal Road?” I was hesitating for a moment, and then I replied. “Not really since I only play single player games I wouldn’t know anything that involves playing with a large group of people.” Miju then laughed and said. “Well it’s the first virtual reality of its kind and we have the capsules of life will be out in 5 years, if you haven’t recovered by then, you can move your body in the game as if your body has been recovered.” For a moment I was stunned but I realized I was kind of paralyzed and felt a deep sadness overflow myself. “What five years, my heart shattered. My thoughts about the girl that saved my life hit my mind. I wanted to search the world for her, but now I must endure this pain. My voice echoed in my mind. “Why is god so cruel to me?” Miju then saw my reaction and said. “The doctor says you wouldn’t be able to attend your school, for your recovery will take time.” With those words I wanted to cry like a little baby that lost his toy, but worst that lost his will to live. He thought of a thing in his mind, I was still handicap after these 5 years. “I would give Royal Road a shot; at least on there I wouldn’t lose my whole body again.” Or so he thought. 5 years has passed as I walk through the front gates of my high school as a senior. My body has not yet fully recovered as I am limping with crutches as I walk. I could feel the stares from the other students. One of them spoke a young girl who looked like a sophomore in high school. “Hey look at that guy, he must be new.” Her friend a short girl with a pickle face attire, then said. “I heard he was a student here and then an accident happen.” The other girl then spoke. “Suits him right, he must have mess with the wrong people.” They hurried to their class as I watch and spit on the floor in disgust. These girls are nothing like my angel that I saw that day. As he walked to the office, a girl passed him by with beautiful long hair and an innocent look, sadly for Jonathan he was too focused on going to the office of administration to settle down for class. Romuna who passed him was in a hurry to get the day down, in her mind. “Finally royal road is out; I would be a hero in that game!” With thoughts like that she happily walked to her class passing by the boy she once saved, as for johnathan in his mind at that moment. “Where is my fair maiden in this world, how I long to see your pretty face and hold you in my arms.” So Close Toshiba Watson The night sky was beautiful like the moon that shines over the large mansion by the hill of Elnar. High above the balcony stood Mr. Toshiba looking up at the night sky with kind eyes that were going to burst into tears. The 60 year old man dream was finally coming true. As he turned to look through the window of his master bed room decorated with portraits of his wife, Anna. He thought. “She’s just as beautiful, when I first met her 30 years ago.” That dreadful day could have been avoided if only he wasn’t at a meeting. It was a summer day; a lovely lady in her early 30s was waiting outside the company office known as the KMC. She was slender and her face was very beautiful for her age. A couple of business men would stare in awe at this amazing lady. With her look she shot them down, but her thoughts. “Even now I can still get any man I want, but why do I wait for my husband who doesn’t show time for me.” As she dialed her husband phone once more. In the office Toshiba knew his wife was calling him for lunch. In his mind “The royal road project is finally getting funded by many companies.” I hope my wife understands my dreams of being the first to make Virtual reality possible.” As he looked at his phone and was about to text. The share holders were wealthy rich business men who saw their main project leader distracted. They all turned and said. “Mr., Toshiba please listen because we all here need you to tell us why we should fun this project of yours.” As Mr. Toshiba stood up, his thoughts went straight back to the meeting, forgetting that his lovely wife was waiting for him for the 50th time. As Anna stood there furious and ready to explode, tears started falling down from her face. Her thoughts. “What a jerk, why can’t he be a man that spends time with his love one and not just focus on some stupid virtual reality project.” Then a thought came up. “Maybe I should just find another man even though …..I love him so much.” As she turned to walk away, all of a sudden a small Kia car rammed right into her. Her body flew 5 feet away, as if an ant was blown by the wind. Her final thoughts running in that last second. “Is this how my life ends.” She laid on the cold floor as people started rushing to her to see if she’s alright, The little girl that was by her side, started yelling out. “Please someone call an ambulance!” The driver that hit her was the first to call an ambulance. As the meeting was ending, the phone call from the hospital came in. Mr., Toshiba answered it saying. “Hello Toshiba speaking.” The nurse on the phone had the sound of an angel but with the devils words said. “Sir, your wife is in the emergency room and we don’t think she would make it, worst comes to worst she will be in a coma for who knows how long.” His hands tremble as if his world was about to end, if only he had only pick up that call and thought. “Then maybe my love would have been saved.” His wife now lay in a capsule that he created. Her looks were around the age of a 62 year old lady, but in his heart she would always be his lovely maiden that he cherishes always. She went into a coma a couple years and the doctors say they wouldn’t know when she would ever wake up. Tears came down his eyes as part of his soul longs for her. With the creation of Royal road, people in comas can now enter the game world and live again. As he walked over by her side, his words of love came out. “My love tomorrow will be the day we will be reunited as one once more.” As the words came out, tear of joy ran down his face. In his mind he also prayed that his creation would help others find their own joy and happiness. Little did he know there were three young men who are fighting the darkness in their hearts searching for that one light that is hidden away by the shadows. Enjoy Ch 1 ^^

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Your blacksmith level has risen to beginner 4.<br>The attacking characteristics of weapons are now even stronger. Now you can change the shape of a completed sword. Its strength decreases, but the attack will increase.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Phewwww! That took forever.” Weed had’nt figured out all the variables which led to a level up, but some of them were number of times an item could be forged, creativity / innovation in smithing process and using different materials. Weed put away his hammer and loaded all the forging items and ores back into the cart. He thanked Rodriguez for letting him practice at the ranch and set off for the weapons license test.<br><br>If Weed ran, he would have reached the test center in less than an hour. However, he now had a horse and a cart, with the streets being too narrow for horses during the day Weed had to go through longer routes at snail pace (owing to traffic congestion) to reach the test center. Weed didn’t mind the time it took; it felt good to have free time to sit and do nothing once in a while. When he reached the test center, he noticed several dwarves and humans lined outside. After parking his cart, in the center's stable, he joined the others in the cue. Some players were still practicing imaginary swings, while others shared their experiences. Players were called inside in a group of ten. Everyone in Weed’s group was a dwarf; it made Weed stand out too much. <br><br>The NPC smiled at everyone and requested them to take the seats provided. The NPC then passed standard blacksmith equipment to everyone. The aim of the test was to measure the blacksmith’s true skill level and not what they could create with bonus equipments or rare ores. <br><br>“If I may have your attention. I have provided you all with the necessary items required for forging weapons. The test is simple and broken in two parts, please forge a sword. The stats of the sword are not important but shape is. If you cannot forge a simple sword then you should not be making weapons.”<br><br>Everyone moved to their designated spots, where anvils and stoves were available and began forging away. Weed had made at least a thousand swords for practice, the test was like a walk in the park for him. All other players struggled as they had never forged a sword before; they could not have done so as it was illegal. Though they had read about sword manufacturing, it was completely different from actually doing it. Once Weed finished molding the steel, he began hammering away at lightning speed. <br><br>Tap-tap-tap-tap.<br><br>It sounded like a machine gun. Everyone stopped between their tests to stare at Weed. All the dwarves taking the test never expected the elf to outdo them. They were thinking that the elf had mistaken the wood carving test for the blacksmithing one. Weed paid no attention; he was immersed in his own world where he was aiming to make the best sword he could. With his high dexterity he was able to hammer the sword two to three times in a second. To the other players most of Weed’s hammering was just a blur. They had never seen anything like this before. Some of the players had studied blacksmithing from the dwarves of the mountains; even there only a few of their teachers could hammer at that speed. Although they all knew hammering was directly linked to dexterity, realistically how high could it possibly be? 100? 150? They dismissed notions of high dexterity and assumed Weed must possess high level blacksmith skills; maybe beginner level 9 or 10.<br><br>The NPC too, was absorbed in Weed’s skills, it was clearly evident to him, that in Weed lay great potential. The NPC believed that Weed was born with innate skills for purely weapons manufacturing. There had never been someone like him before who perfectly hammered as books instructed. Each hammer stroke applied the right amount of stress and each arm movement down the last muscle was perfect. The elf in front of him was making blacksmithing look like an elegant and graceful movement rather than some clunky chore. And just like that, before others had a chance to resume their forging, Weed finished making his sword.<br><br>TRRRING!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Durability: 70/70. Attack: 25.<br>Strong attack and high durability. This sword is special!<br>Requirements: None.<br>Effects: Strength +5.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>The NPC held the sword in his hand and swung it a few times. He could immediately identify several problems with the weapon, density and balance etc, however for the purposes of the test this sword was more than sufficient. Its shape was perfect.<br><br>“Pass. Beginner Level 4 Blacksmith.” The NPC said. A dwarf examinee dropped his hammer in shock upon hearing that. Weed’s amazing blacksmith skills made no sense given his low level!<br><br>The NPC paid no attention and passed a battered shield. Please repair this.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Cracked bronze shield.<br>Strength: 3/28. Defense 10.<br>This shield is used in the exam to identify the gift of a blacksmith. Made of bronze. Size small, usually mounted on the brush. Protects you from the impact of a sword.<br>Requirements: Level 15.<br>Effects: Chance of enemy arrows missing increased by 14%.<br>Decreases critical attack by 19%.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Weed had only practiced manufacturing swords, so he wasn’t prepared for this part of the test. He quickly read through the instructions in the help window. He brought some melted ore and began hammering away at the two. In an attempt to fuse them and thus repairing the shield. Sadly, Weed really wasn’t a prodigy of repair; it was a much tougher skill to master than forging. It also didn’t help him that his repair level was beginner level 1 – 0%. The end result was a disaster. <br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You broke the shield!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Just having a fast hammering speed didn’t mean it would repair to new. The NPC began crying as the image of the blacksmith prodigy shattered in his mind. In the end Weed cleared the first test and failed the second. His overall grade was just a pass. He was given a blacksmithing license with pass grades. These license grades played an important role in how much premium you could charge NPCs for weapons when you sold it to them. They also determined how much discount you would get for materials purchased. Higher the grades, better the premiums and discounts. Weed sighed as he accepted his license; a shield was too heavy for him to carry so he never bothered trying to make one.<br><br>That day at the test center a new legend was born of a prodigy weapons blacksmith whose hands were nothing more than a blur when hammering yet sucked at repairs.<br><br>-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-<br><br>Weed stared at the shop in front of him; Swords and Charms. It was a small shop in the interior of the southern part of the town. At one time, it was a popular store where players from all over Lavias would flock to purchase weapons. However, as time passed the city grew and the shop was forced into the interior. The southern side of Lavias was one of the poorer part of Lavias. It became the training grounds for players who wanted to excel in the thief profession; making it not exactly the safest neighborhood you would want to pass through. That wasn’t the only problem that plagued the shop; other than the owner there was no other blacksmith or employee. It turned into a one man shop. Most of the experienced blacksmiths left the shop and migrated towards other shops, cities or kingdoms. No one wanted to stay and work in a rundown shabby old place.<br><br>Weed wondered whether it was really worth coming here. The NPC examiner recommended Weed to this shop to improve his skills. He described the owner of the store, Tizen Fuko, as a master and legendary blacksmith. Looking at the state of the store and its location, Weed wasn’t sure whether he came to the right store or if the NPC examiner had gone bonkers.<br><br>He entered inside and was greeted by an old dwarf who was cleaning a shield. <br><br>“Hello there! Would you like to buy anything? Swords, Shields? Name it and we have it! If we don’t we can make it! If you break it, we can fix it! If there is anything to melt, We can do it!” The dwarf said enthusiastically; his tone indicated the degree of desperation.<br><br>Weed pulled out a letter from his pocket which the examiner had given him and handed it to the old dwarf. The dwarf read the contents and sighed….’not a customer….’<br><br>“3 weeks? Ok? 3 silver a week. If you do well, I’ll hire you permanently and pay 5 silver.” Tizen said as he stared at Weed’s weapons license. ‘Just a pass.’ He thought to himself, ‘and that too an elf. The times must be terrible for me to be hiring a blacksmith with just pass grades, no less an elf.’<br><br>TRRRING!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have been offered a job, apprentice blacksmith! Learn the skills of blacksmithing from Tizen Fuko, owner of the store Swords &amp; Charms and learn the art of blacksmithing.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Salary</span>: 3 Silver – 1 Gold per week depending upon Weapons License grades.<br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Other Benefits</span>: 10% more EXP gain when practicing blacksmithing.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><br>“Sounds good to me.” Weed said.<br><br>“It better.” Tizen replied, “No one would be willing to hire an elf, much less an elf with a pass license. However, if you work under me, I am sure I can teach you a trick or two and maybe you can retake the test and do better on it.”<br><br>“…..”<br><br>Tizen got up from his chair and slowly hobbled past Weed. “The forge is down here to the right, used to be a lot bigger back in the days. Now this is all we got” as Tizen pointed to a small melting stove. “On the left is the display. Three rules, never unlock the display, always accept 100% in advance and lastly and most importantly, never let the customer try the weapon.”<br>“But if they can’t try it then how would they be sure whether they want to use it?”<br><br>“Let me ask you this, which do you prefer? Being held hostage by your own weapon or money up front?”<br><br>It dawned upon Weed that normally weapons had to be put away before entering a shop. Once inside, system rules prevented players from drawing them back out. However, if they could draw them back out…all hell would break loose.<br><br>“Any questions elf?”<br><br>“When can I begin?”<br><br>“Hohoho…you can begin now!”<br><br>As Weed walked towards the stove, “Wait! Who said anything about smelting? First you clean this place. It’s just filthy.” Tizen remarked as he pushed away a spider web.<br><br>Weed cursed his luck. He hoped to practice blacksmithing before the last test and earn money while at it; cleaning a dust ridden store was not part of the plan. <br><br>As Weed cleaned the store, Tizen began smelting. They had a low inventory, mostly because they couldn’t afford to make weapons if players didn’t buy the existing stock. So Tizen would refine ores and sell those to blacksmithing shops to help ends meet. Weed watched Tizen as he slowly refined the ore; memorizing every step and action. Weed wasn’t allowed to forge anything even after cleaning the store. He was told that customers could come in anytime and it was his most important duty to greet the customer with a smiling face. No one ever came to ‘Swords &amp; Charms’ anymore, it was more likely for one to spot a comet in the skies than hope for a customer. In the end, all Weed could do was watch Tizen refine and sometimes polish weapons. <br><br>As the sun set, Tizen finally vacated the seat in front of the stove. “Now, listen here. The secret to being a great blacksmith is consistency and care. Dwarves strive for perfection and you should aim to create perfection. You did a good job for your first day at work. There is some ore in the shed, feel free to practice here. You saw how I melted and refined the ore? Begin from there.”<br><br>‘Finally!’ Weed brought out the ore and began melting it and refining. Weed decided to train under Tizen not because he was guided to do so by the examiner nor was it because the examiner said Tizen was a legendary blacksmith but because Weed had the opportunity to check the purity of the ore refined; it was 100% pure iron after refining. Refining ores to 100% purity levels was near impossible, yet Tizen showed him otherwise. Legendary or not, Weed decided to accept Tizen as his mentor for now. There was also the additional benefit of 10% more EXP. But Weed wanted to look towards more noble reasons to accept the profession.<br><br>The days flew by quickly, though no new customer ever came, Weed would spend a lot of time just watching Tizen work with different grades and types of ores. He would then have the opportunity to practice the same in the evening. Weed would practice all night and pack away the finished goods before Tizen woke up. The dwarf never bothered watching Weed work or checked Weeds final product, he didn’t have much hope given Weeds poor score in the test and also discriminated against Weed for being an elf. However, Tizen had no idea that Weed only failed the test due to low repair skills and not poor forging skills. The test license never elaborated on how the student fared in both tests. <br><br>Initially, Weed’s level was slow to increase when working with just ores however as they moved on to swords and shields forging, it grew rapidly. In just ten days, Weed was beginner level 8 in blacksmithing; he had gained 4 levels. In another five days, he was Intermediate level 1. Weed didn’t quite understand why the EXP benefits were so large and didn’t bother to investigate it either as he was just happy to be leveling up.<br><br>At intermediate level 1, Weed’s elemental spirits fusion skill was finally useable. He did ask Tizen about those skills and how could he use them, however Tizen scorned at Weed for believing in mythical skills. Rather than being disappointed, Weed in fact grew more excited. The fact that Tizen, a dwarf, said the skills were mythical just confirmed how rare they really were! Weed grew excited, maybe he was just on the right path to beating this game! <br><br>After unlocking the elemental spirits fusion skill. Weed began to experiment with them on his own. He understood enough from the name, that he could fuse weapons with elemental affinity; however he still lacked the understanding of the actual application of the skill. After many trials and errors, Weed had a grasp of his problem. He didn’t know dwarvish blacksmithing. If there were steps to learn blacksmithing then basic blacksmithing would be the first, advance blacksmithing would be next, then dwarvish blacksmithing and finally elemental blacksmithing. Weed learnt the last step first and thus couldn’t use it in the beginning. What Tizen taught Weed so far had been advanced blacksmithing and maybe rudimentary Dwarvish blacksmithing. To progress to the next step, he had to learn everything there was about dwarvish blacksmithing.<br><br>Weed didn’t waste anytime. He began pestering Tizen to teach him dwarvish blacksmithing the moment the sun rose. Tizen refused no matter how much Weed begged however latter changed his mind when Weed brought in the shops first customer (Weed had dragged a beginner at sword point into the shop and literally forced him to buy something).<br><br>“Now listen elf, using fire elements to melt ores is only a small application of your affinity abilities. Have you considered using water elements during tempering? Or Earth elements during refining? Or Wind elements for cooling? Using these affinities to the fullest of your abilities is dwarvish blacksmithing. These skills can let you temper the most flexible sword in the world, or create the most frictionless dagger. If you are fire affinity, the better you can melt and refine ore. If you are earth affinity, the better you can cast the ore and so on.”<br><br>“So if I were earth elemental affinity, I can still use fire affinity?”<br><br>“Just barely use it, would qualify. It has a lot to do with your profession as well. You cannot use it outside this profession. Just as you could have never used fire affinity without learning advanced blacksmithing.”<br><br>“….” Weed kept silent, he was able to use it at basic level; most likely a benefit of elemental blacksmithing profession.<br><br>“This is why dwarvish blacksmithing is prized so highly; it enables you to use all elemental affinities for blacksmithing. It is the highest form of blacksmithing. There is nothing higher than this. With this blacksmithing, you can incorporate the properties of elements into your weapons.”<br><br>“Isn’t that elemental blacksmithing?” Weed interrupted.<br><br>“How many times must I tell you! There is no such things as elemental blacksmithing! It’s just a fable we are made to listen to as children so that we strive to attain mastery over our own blacksmithing skills. Weapons with elemental properties are not that common however they are not that rare either. Dwarves of the fire kingdoms specialize in making weapons which don’t melt at high temperatures and those of the Earth kingdom can make weapons that never bend or break. However, these skills are part of dwarvish blacksmithing. They bestow elemental properties to the weapons not the elemental affinity. It is one thing to be able to make a high temperature melt proof weapon and another to be able to make a weapon that would burn with a fiery blaze at the will of its user. The latter types of weapons are those imbued with elemental affinity! Understand the difference? It is nearly impossible to find such weapons!” <br><br>“Nearly?” Weed asked curiously.<br><br>“Aye, nearly but not impossible for I have seen these weapons with my own naked eyes.”<br><br>“….”<br><br>“In the Temple of Thor, there is a sword whose very constitution changes upon the will of the user. It is said that God Thor forged this sword. It is the only sword of its kind. Though you should not be surprised if you hear folklore on how there exists many more weapons like these, forged by the Gods, scattered across Versailles in dungeons and treasure chests. Whole bunch of nonsense I tell you this elemental mumbo jumbo.” <br><br>Though none of the lay dwarves knew about it, amongst the dwarves of royalty and nobility a few knew that there were just two dwarves who possessed this mumbo jumbo skill of the Gods; both were sons of Utmiz Balkan.<br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>Authors Note:<br><br>1. Edited by Knaivss. <br>2. Wooot! I came home early and was able to write a chapter! <br>3. So just to clear up any confusion, a fire user cant use water abilities, even if they have affinity in it. The affinity can just barely be used in the profession. Do post questions on this, so that I may re-write the bits which are not clear.<br><br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Connect to Royal Road – Elementarem Vim next Chapter?</td></tr><tr><td colspan="2"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=357" target="_blank">Yes</a></td><td colspan="2"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=348" target="_blank">No</a></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- </div>

| Your blacksmith level has risen to beginner 4.The attacking characteristics of weapons are now even stronger. Now you can change the shape of a completed sword. Its strength decreases, but the attack will increase. | | --- | “Phewwww! That took forever.” Weed had’nt figured out all the variables which led to a level up, but some of them were number of times an item could be forged, creativity / innovation in smithing process and using different materials. Weed put away his hammer and loaded all the forging items and ores back into the cart. He thanked Rodriguez for letting him practice at the ranch and set off for the weapons license test. If Weed ran, he would have reached the test center in less than an hour. However, he now had a horse and a cart, with the streets being too narrow for horses during the day Weed had to go through longer routes at snail pace (owing to traffic congestion) to reach the test center. Weed didn’t mind the time it took; it felt good to have free time to sit and do nothing once in a while. When he reached the test center, he noticed several dwarves and humans lined outside. After parking his cart, in the center's stable, he joined the others in the cue. Some players were still practicing imaginary swings, while others shared their experiences. Players were called inside in a group of ten. Everyone in Weed’s group was a dwarf; it made Weed stand out too much. The NPC smiled at everyone and requested them to take the seats provided. The NPC then passed standard blacksmith equipment to everyone. The aim of the test was to measure the blacksmith’s true skill level and not what they could create with bonus equipments or rare ores. “If I may have your attention. I have provided you all with the necessary items required for forging weapons. The test is simple and broken in two parts, please forge a sword. The stats of the sword are not important but shape is. If you cannot forge a simple sword then you should not be making weapons.” Everyone moved to their designated spots, where anvils and stoves were available and began forging away. Weed had made at least a thousand swords for practice, the test was like a walk in the park for him. All other players struggled as they had never forged a sword before; they could not have done so as it was illegal. Though they had read about sword manufacturing, it was completely different from actually doing it. Once Weed finished molding the steel, he began hammering away at lightning speed. Tap-tap-tap-tap. It sounded like a machine gun. Everyone stopped between their tests to stare at Weed. All the dwarves taking the test never expected the elf to outdo them. They were thinking that the elf had mistaken the wood carving test for the blacksmithing one. Weed paid no attention; he was immersed in his own world where he was aiming to make the best sword he could. With his high dexterity he was able to hammer the sword two to three times in a second. To the other players most of Weed’s hammering was just a blur. They had never seen anything like this before. Some of the players had studied blacksmithing from the dwarves of the mountains; even there only a few of their teachers could hammer at that speed. Although they all knew hammering was directly linked to dexterity, realistically how high could it possibly be? 100? 150? They dismissed notions of high dexterity and assumed Weed must possess high level blacksmith skills; maybe beginner level 9 or 10. The NPC too, was absorbed in Weed’s skills, it was clearly evident to him, that in Weed lay great potential. The NPC believed that Weed was born with innate skills for purely weapons manufacturing. There had never been someone like him before who perfectly hammered as books instructed. Each hammer stroke applied the right amount of stress and each arm movement down the last muscle was perfect. The elf in front of him was making blacksmithing look like an elegant and graceful movement rather than some clunky chore. And just like that, before others had a chance to resume their forging, Weed finished making his sword. TRRRING! | Durability: 70/70. Attack: 25.Strong attack and high durability. This sword is special!Requirements: None.Effects: Strength +5. | | --- | The NPC held the sword in his hand and swung it a few times. He could immediately identify several problems with the weapon, density and balance etc, however for the purposes of the test this sword was more than sufficient. Its shape was perfect. “Pass. Beginner Level 4 Blacksmith.” The NPC said. A dwarf examinee dropped his hammer in shock upon hearing that. Weed’s amazing blacksmith skills made no sense given his low level! The NPC paid no attention and passed a battered shield. Please repair this. | Cracked bronze shield.Strength: 3/28. Defense 10.This shield is used in the exam to identify the gift of a blacksmith. Made of bronze. Size small, usually mounted on the brush. Protects you from the impact of a sword.Requirements: Level 15.Effects: Chance of enemy arrows missing increased by 14%.Decreases critical attack by 19%. | | --- | Weed had only practiced manufacturing swords, so he wasn’t prepared for this part of the test. He quickly read through the instructions in the help window. He brought some melted ore and began hammering away at the two. In an attempt to fuse them and thus repairing the shield. Sadly, Weed really wasn’t a prodigy of repair; it was a much tougher skill to master than forging. It also didn’t help him that his repair level was beginner level 1 – 0%. The end result was a disaster. | You broke the shield! | | --- | Just having a fast hammering speed didn’t mean it would repair to new. The NPC began crying as the image of the blacksmith prodigy shattered in his mind. In the end Weed cleared the first test and failed the second. His overall grade was just a pass. He was given a blacksmithing license with pass grades. These license grades played an important role in how much premium you could charge NPCs for weapons when you sold it to them. They also determined how much discount you would get for materials purchased. Higher the grades, better the premiums and discounts. Weed sighed as he accepted his license; a shield was too heavy for him to carry so he never bothered trying to make one. That day at the test center a new legend was born of a prodigy weapons blacksmith whose hands were nothing more than a blur when hammering yet sucked at repairs. -x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x- Weed stared at the shop in front of him; Swords and Charms. It was a small shop in the interior of the southern part of the town. At one time, it was a popular store where players from all over Lavias would flock to purchase weapons. However, as time passed the city grew and the shop was forced into the interior. The southern side of Lavias was one of the poorer part of Lavias. It became the training grounds for players who wanted to excel in the thief profession; making it not exactly the safest neighborhood you would want to pass through. That wasn’t the only problem that plagued the shop; other than the owner there was no other blacksmith or employee. It turned into a one man shop. Most of the experienced blacksmiths left the shop and migrated towards other shops, cities or kingdoms. No one wanted to stay and work in a rundown shabby old place. Weed wondered whether it was really worth coming here. The NPC examiner recommended Weed to this shop to improve his skills. He described the owner of the store, Tizen Fuko, as a master and legendary blacksmith. Looking at the state of the store and its location, Weed wasn’t sure whether he came to the right store or if the NPC examiner had gone bonkers. He entered inside and was greeted by an old dwarf who was cleaning a shield. “Hello there! Would you like to buy anything? Swords, Shields? Name it and we have it! If we don’t we can make it! If you break it, we can fix it! If there is anything to melt, We can do it!” The dwarf said enthusiastically; his tone indicated the degree of desperation. Weed pulled out a letter from his pocket which the examiner had given him and handed it to the old dwarf. The dwarf read the contents and sighed….’not a customer….’ “3 weeks? Ok? 3 silver a week. If you do well, I’ll hire you permanently and pay 5 silver.” Tizen said as he stared at Weed’s weapons license. ‘Just a pass.’ He thought to himself, ‘and that too an elf. The times must be terrible for me to be hiring a blacksmith with just pass grades, no less an elf.’ TRRRING! | You have been offered a job, apprentice blacksmith! Learn the skills of blacksmithing from Tizen Fuko, owner of the store Swords & Charms and learn the art of blacksmithing.Salary: 3 Silver – 1 Gold per week depending upon Weapons License grades.Other Benefits: 10% more EXP gain when practicing blacksmithing. | | --- | “Sounds good to me.” Weed said. “It better.” Tizen replied, “No one would be willing to hire an elf, much less an elf with a pass license. However, if you work under me, I am sure I can teach you a trick or two and maybe you can retake the test and do better on it.” “…..” Tizen got up from his chair and slowly hobbled past Weed. “The forge is down here to the right, used to be a lot bigger back in the days. Now this is all we got” as Tizen pointed to a small melting stove. “On the left is the display. Three rules, never unlock the display, always accept 100% in advance and lastly and most importantly, never let the customer try the weapon.” “But if they can’t try it then how would they be sure whether they want to use it?” “Let me ask you this, which do you prefer? Being held hostage by your own weapon or money up front?” It dawned upon Weed that normally weapons had to be put away before entering a shop. Once inside, system rules prevented players from drawing them back out. However, if they could draw them back out…all hell would break loose. “Any questions elf?” “When can I begin?” “Hohoho…you can begin now!” As Weed walked towards the stove, “Wait! Who said anything about smelting? First you clean this place. It’s just filthy.” Tizen remarked as he pushed away a spider web. Weed cursed his luck. He hoped to practice blacksmithing before the last test and earn money while at it; cleaning a dust ridden store was not part of the plan. As Weed cleaned the store, Tizen began smelting. They had a low inventory, mostly because they couldn’t afford to make weapons if players didn’t buy the existing stock. So Tizen would refine ores and sell those to blacksmithing shops to help ends meet. Weed watched Tizen as he slowly refined the ore; memorizing every step and action. Weed wasn’t allowed to forge anything even after cleaning the store. He was told that customers could come in anytime and it was his most important duty to greet the customer with a smiling face. No one ever came to ‘Swords & Charms’ anymore, it was more likely for one to spot a comet in the skies than hope for a customer. In the end, all Weed could do was watch Tizen refine and sometimes polish weapons. As the sun set, Tizen finally vacated the seat in front of the stove. “Now, listen here. The secret to being a great blacksmith is consistency and care. Dwarves strive for perfection and you should aim to create perfection. You did a good job for your first day at work. There is some ore in the shed, feel free to practice here. You saw how I melted and refined the ore? Begin from there.” ‘Finally!’ Weed brought out the ore and began melting it and refining. Weed decided to train under Tizen not because he was guided to do so by the examiner nor was it because the examiner said Tizen was a legendary blacksmith but because Weed had the opportunity to check the purity of the ore refined; it was 100% pure iron after refining. Refining ores to 100% purity levels was near impossible, yet Tizen showed him otherwise. Legendary or not, Weed decided to accept Tizen as his mentor for now. There was also the additional benefit of 10% more EXP. But Weed wanted to look towards more noble reasons to accept the profession. The days flew by quickly, though no new customer ever came, Weed would spend a lot of time just watching Tizen work with different grades and types of ores. He would then have the opportunity to practice the same in the evening. Weed would practice all night and pack away the finished goods before Tizen woke up. The dwarf never bothered watching Weed work or checked Weeds final product, he didn’t have much hope given Weeds poor score in the test and also discriminated against Weed for being an elf. However, Tizen had no idea that Weed only failed the test due to low repair skills and not poor forging skills. The test license never elaborated on how the student fared in both tests. Initially, Weed’s level was slow to increase when working with just ores however as they moved on to swords and shields forging, it grew rapidly. In just ten days, Weed was beginner level 8 in blacksmithing; he had gained 4 levels. In another five days, he was Intermediate level 1. Weed didn’t quite understand why the EXP benefits were so large and didn’t bother to investigate it either as he was just happy to be leveling up. At intermediate level 1, Weed’s elemental spirits fusion skill was finally useable. He did ask Tizen about those skills and how could he use them, however Tizen scorned at Weed for believing in mythical skills. Rather than being disappointed, Weed in fact grew more excited. The fact that Tizen, a dwarf, said the skills were mythical just confirmed how rare they really were! Weed grew excited, maybe he was just on the right path to beating this game! After unlocking the elemental spirits fusion skill. Weed began to experiment with them on his own. He understood enough from the name, that he could fuse weapons with elemental affinity; however he still lacked the understanding of the actual application of the skill. After many trials and errors, Weed had a grasp of his problem. He didn’t know dwarvish blacksmithing. If there were steps to learn blacksmithing then basic blacksmithing would be the first, advance blacksmithing would be next, then dwarvish blacksmithing and finally elemental blacksmithing. Weed learnt the last step first and thus couldn’t use it in the beginning. What Tizen taught Weed so far had been advanced blacksmithing and maybe rudimentary Dwarvish blacksmithing. To progress to the next step, he had to learn everything there was about dwarvish blacksmithing. Weed didn’t waste anytime. He began pestering Tizen to teach him dwarvish blacksmithing the moment the sun rose. Tizen refused no matter how much Weed begged however latter changed his mind when Weed brought in the shops first customer (Weed had dragged a beginner at sword point into the shop and literally forced him to buy something). “Now listen elf, using fire elements to melt ores is only a small application of your affinity abilities. Have you considered using water elements during tempering? Or Earth elements during refining? Or Wind elements for cooling? Using these affinities to the fullest of your abilities is dwarvish blacksmithing. These skills can let you temper the most flexible sword in the world, or create the most frictionless dagger. If you are fire affinity, the better you can melt and refine ore. If you are earth affinity, the better you can cast the ore and so on.” “So if I were earth elemental affinity, I can still use fire affinity?” “Just barely use it, would qualify. It has a lot to do with your profession as well. You cannot use it outside this profession. Just as you could have never used fire affinity without learning advanced blacksmithing.” “….” Weed kept silent, he was able to use it at basic level; most likely a benefit of elemental blacksmithing profession. “This is why dwarvish blacksmithing is prized so highly; it enables you to use all elemental affinities for blacksmithing. It is the highest form of blacksmithing. There is nothing higher than this. With this blacksmithing, you can incorporate the properties of elements into your weapons.” “Isn’t that elemental blacksmithing?” Weed interrupted. “How many times must I tell you! There is no such things as elemental blacksmithing! It’s just a fable we are made to listen to as children so that we strive to attain mastery over our own blacksmithing skills. Weapons with elemental properties are not that common however they are not that rare either. Dwarves of the fire kingdoms specialize in making weapons which don’t melt at high temperatures and those of the Earth kingdom can make weapons that never bend or break. However, these skills are part of dwarvish blacksmithing. They bestow elemental properties to the weapons not the elemental affinity. It is one thing to be able to make a high temperature melt proof weapon and another to be able to make a weapon that would burn with a fiery blaze at the will of its user. The latter types of weapons are those imbued with elemental affinity! Understand the difference? It is nearly impossible to find such weapons!” “Nearly?” Weed asked curiously. “Aye, nearly but not impossible for I have seen these weapons with my own naked eyes.” “….” “In the Temple of Thor, there is a sword whose very constitution changes upon the will of the user. It is said that God Thor forged this sword. It is the only sword of its kind. Though you should not be surprised if you hear folklore on how there exists many more weapons like these, forged by the Gods, scattered across Versailles in dungeons and treasure chests. Whole bunch of nonsense I tell you this elemental mumbo jumbo.” Though none of the lay dwarves knew about it, amongst the dwarves of royalty and nobility a few knew that there were just two dwarves who possessed this mumbo jumbo skill of the Gods; both were sons of Utmiz Balkan. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Authors Note: 1. Edited by Knaivss. 2. Wooot! I came home early and was able to write a chapter! 3. So just to clear up any confusion, a fire user cant use water abilities, even if they have affinity in it. The affinity can just barely be used in the profession. Do post questions on this, so that I may re-write the bits which are not clear. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | Connect to Royal Road – Elementarem Vim next Chapter? | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | [Yes](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=357) | | [No](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=348) | | --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> &lt; An Unusual Dungeon Hunt &gt;<br><br>“Yay! We’re the first ones to discover it!”<br><br>The party quickly celebrated their accomplishment as they as soon as took a single step into the dungeon. Thanks to the dungeon buff, they received double experience gain as well as increased drop rates for a week.<br><br>The increase in fame was quite significant for their level as well. Fame was a relatively hard attribute to increase. Even if someone were to complete a couple of quests, there was no guarantee that they would get any fame. Quests that involved hunting usually gave fame, but quests like those were hard to find and just as difficult to finish. Even when completed, the quest gave substandard fame at best. The higher rank the quest, the chance of receiving fame increases.<br><br>“So how are we going to clear this dungeon?”<br><br>Sun asked the rest of his party but mainly directed his question towards Yong Li, the leader of the party.<br><br>“Yea, how are we going to do this?”<br><br>Feng Yun chimed in after Sun. The dungeon was slightly higher level than they were. The weakest monsters were already about 5 to 10 levels higher than them. Typically, dungeons follow a format where the deeper you go, the more powerful the monsters. In the case of dungeons with multiple floors, the monsters usually get stronger by about 50 levels a floor. Thankfully, the Corpse Tomb only had a single floor so the strongest monster they would face would be about 30 to 40 levels higher than them.<br><br>However, that fact was still very worrying to them. From the information that they got from Senior Priest Harold, there was a source to the undead so that meant there was a boss monster at the end of the dungeon. Boss monsters usually had massive amounts of health so they would be hard to kill, especially a boss monster that was 40 levels higher than them.<br><br>“Well, I think the best thing to start with for now would be to have Sun give us his blessing spells.”<br><br>Yong Li began with a reasonable request. A priest’s blessings are essential in any situation, but even more so against the undead. Sun began to cast his spells at the party.<br><br>“Shield my allies with the benevolence of the God of Light, Sacred Blessing! Give them the means to vanquish evil, Divine Blessing! Let the God of Light illuminate the world, Holy Divinity!”<br><br>Sun cast off all of his blessing spells at the party. Sacred Blessing gave increased defense and also reduces incoming damage by a percentage. Divine Blessing was a skill that increases all stats by a flat amount for a period of time as well as increase the damage dealt to enemies.<br><br>Holy Divinity was a new spell that he learned after the Expedition of Lexington. It was able to increase the maximum health of the target as well as granting them holy affinity. The added holy affinity would be extremely useful in a place like the Corpse Tomb. All their attacks would be imbued with the power of holy light, which was poison to the undeads.<br><br>The party checked their stats after they received their blessings. Whenever a party had a character that could buff, they would usually check their stats afterwards to see how much an increase they had received.<br><br>“!!!”<br><br>They were quite shocked at the considerable increase in their stats. Even though Sun was only in his level 100s, he had extremely high skill masteries. His Sacred Blessing and his Divine Blessing were at Intermediate level 6 and 4 respectively. Since he had only received Holy Divinity after the Expedition of Lexington, it was not as high level as the other two but he had worked at the church for a considerable amount of time so it gradually grew to Beginner level 8.<br><br>With the buffs that Sun had given them, their combat abilities easily rose by approximately 10 levels or so. That meant that they would be sufficiently strong enough to fight in the dungeon, allowing them to level up even higher.<br><br>“Sun, this is very impressive. What other skills do you have?”<br><br>Da Xia could not help but ask him. Usually it was the healers that wanted to know what combat abilities the party had so they could prioritize the party’s support. The main reason for their curiosity was because they did not know how a Holy Priest was different from a normal Priest.<br><br>“Well, there’s too many for me to keep track of. For the most part, I have some support spells, hex spells, and some attack spells.”<br><br>Sun began to list off the type of spells he had. Every few levels, he would randomly create or learn skills so he had quite a lot of spells. Some were useful, others were completely random.<br><br>“Oh, and there’s also some spells for stuff like this.”<br><br>Sun raised his hand into the air. He began to gather some holy element into his hand and then released it.<br><br>“Illuminate!”<br><br>The dark surroundings of the dungeon around them were lit up in an instant. Being able to see would be extremely helpful to the party. At the same time, it also helped to weaken the undead that could not handle light very well. For the majority of the undead, it would remove the 50% increase in status that the undead got for being in a dungeon or lair.<br><br>“Oh...”<br><br>Xuehua gave a pleased murmur as she clapped her hands in applause. Even though she wasn’t afraid of the dark, it was still preferable to have light available.<br><br>“Well, this makes things alot easier.”<br><br>Hou Yi was pleased as well. Since he would be doing a majority of the scouting, having light made his job a lot easier.<br><br>“Hey! You aren’t half bad!”<br><br>Hou Yi slapped Sun on the back repeatedly. Even though he seemed arrogant at first, he was a pretty easy going guy.<br><br>“How long will these blessings last? Also, about the lighting spell that you just used, how long is that?”<br><br>Yong Li asked since it was important to know the effects of spells so that they don’t suddenly run out in the middle of a fight. Sun checked his skills briefly and then replied.<br><br>“Sacred Blessing and Divine Blessing should last about 6 hours each. Holy Divinity last for about 3 hours. Illuminate doesn’t go away until we leave.”<br><br>The duration of his spells were much higher than usual. The bonus of being a Holy Priest was that their holy spells were usually much more potent than other priests.<br><br>“If that’s not long enough, I can use some Holy Water to make them more effective.”<br><br>Sun gave them a suggestion since he didn’t know how long they would want the spells to last. Back in his world, a single spell that he cast would usually last a whole day so he didn’t know the standard for magic in this world. Truthfully, his spell lasted much longer than most others. Another priest in the level 100s would only have buffs that lasted an hour or two.<br><br>“No, that’s more than long enough.”<br><br>Yong Li answered quickly and then asked another question.<br><br>“How much mana do you have left?”<br>“About half?”<br><br>Sun had spent a considerable amount of mana in order to use his spells. It would replenish over time, or if he spent some time using Meditate. Still, to cast so many buff spells on multiple people required a large sum of mana so Yong Li asked again.<br><br>“And what is your maximum mana?”<br>“3700.”<br>“...”<br><br>The party could only open their mouth in surprise. The amount of mana that Sun claimed to have was enormous. Usually priests and mages at his level would only have anywhere from 1000 to 1500 mana. Warriors and other close combat classes had anywhere from 300 to 600 mana. It was silent for a few moments.<br><br>“Well, at least we don’t need to worry about him running out of mana do we. Ha ha.”<br><br>Feng Yun said jokingly.<br><br>“There shouldn’t be any problems now thanks to Sun.”<br><br>Da Xia smiled as they gradually began to walk deeper into the dungeon. After a few minutes, Sun realized something important.<br><br>“Wait, that was it? That was our entire plan? Don’t we have anything else we need to take care of?”<br>“Well, for the most part Hou Yi is just going to scout and when he see something then we fight it.”<br>“And how are we going to fight it?”<br>“Well, me and Da Xia are going to tank it. Feng Yun will attack whenever she can. Then Hou Yi and Xuehua damage it over time. Then you heal.”<br>“...”<br><br>Sun was at a loss for words. It was a very disorganized fighting style. However, this was very understandable. Lower level users usually lacked organization or actual combat experience. For the most part their tactics remained basic. Once users reached the level 200s, they were more used to using their bodies and were much more organized so they were capable of more complex battle strategies.<br><br>‘Well, as long as it doesn’t get dangerous then I suppose it’s fine.’<br><br>Since he wasn’t the leader, he decided to just let it go. It wasn’t his place to try and take command of the party. He didn’t want to be burdened with any responsibilities beyond what he had to do as a healer anyways.<br><br>‘I’ll do something if it comes down to it.’<br><br>Hou Yi, who was a few meters ahead of the group, came back to the rest of the party.<br><br>“There appears to be a group of undead ahead.”<br>“What types?”<br><br>Yong Li had to confirm which types of undead there were. The level of difficulty changes depending on which types of undead there are and the level of the undead.<br><br>“We’re pretty lucky this time. It’s a group of 5 undead ghouls. Three of them are normal ghouls, one ghoul archer, and a ghoul mage. Their level is probably only around 110.”<br>“Okay, everyone get ready to fight.”<br><br>Everyone in the party took out their weapons. Yong Li and Da Xia walked ahead of the group as the vanguard.<br><br>“Weeuuuuuooooo humans have cooome heeeere.”<br>“E...eeat them!”<br><br>The ghouls came charging at them with their fangs and claws. The ghoul archer took out its bow and began to load an arrow.<br><br>“Watch out!”<br><br>Da Xia rushed forwards and smashed her shield into one of the ghouls knocking it away and then deflected the arrow. Yong Li swung his sword towards the other ghoul but it simply blocked the attack. The health of the monsters decreased but not significantly.<br><br>The ghoul mage started casting a curse spell.<br><br>“My body is getting heavy...”<br><br>Feng Yun fell to her knees. The mage’s curse caused the body of the target to get heavier and more sluggish. Since Feng Yun did not have much strength, she could not handle it very well. Since the mage had targeted the three front line attackers, all three of them had been hexed. The other two had a lot more strength but they had slowed down as well.<br><br>“Dispel.”<br><br>Sun cast a cure spell onto the three of them removing the negative status. Feng Yun was able to get back onto her feet and ran towards one of the ghouls and performed a backstab its neck, dealing critical damage. She then performed a quick 5 hit chain combo and then jumped away. The ghoul kneeled over and turned grey as she left.<br><br>“Wow, that was a lot more damage than I thought.”<br><br>Even with a critical hit, she had not expected to do so much damage. Da Xia had hit the monster with her shield before, but it was still above 80% health. Thanks to the holy effects that they were infused with, their damage was increased by 50% to the undead. The Illuminate spell also served to weaken the monsters and Sun had significantly high fighting spirit that weakened the enemies. Since it was a critical blow, she dealt exceedingly high damage to the monster that had been severely weakened.<br><br>“Ice Spear.”<br><br>Xuehua had been chanting the incantation quietly under her breath and then activated the spell. Four sharp pieces of ice began to take form above her. She put her staff forwards and the shards of ice flew in that direction.<br><br>“Kueeah!”<br><br>The target of her spell was the ghoul mage. The four ice spears stabbed into the mage, knocking it back. It hadn’t died from the attack since it was an ice element magic without holy infusion but it did knock the enemy to the wall. The ghoul mage tried to resist, but the ice spears had began to freeze and nail the ghoul to the wall, effectively rendering it useless for the rest of the fight.<br><br>Hou Yi on the other hand was shooting arrows at the enemy archer. Since the arrows were infused with holy element they were proving rather effective. He was doing a decent amount of damage since he, like most archers, focused on Chain Shot and Penetrating Blow. It took quite some time, but the fight ended after 30 minutes.<br><br>“That was harder than I thought it would be.”<br><br>Yong Li remarked wearily. Low level users did not usually fight monsters that were stronger than them because of the difficulty level. Had it not been for Sun healing them throughout the battle, then they probably would have died multiple times.<br><br>“Hey, I managed to level up!”<br>“Me too.”<br>“It’s a lot more experience than I thought.”<br><br>They had been around 70% when they started the battle. With double experience, and the fact that the monsters were 10 levels higher than them, they managed to get more than 40% from the entire fight. Everyone except Sun managed to level from the fight, since Sun was about 10 levels higher than them. He still managed to get around 20% from the fight though.<br><br>“Hey, let’s see what they dropped.”<br><br>Feng Yun could not wait any longer to check the loot. Since they were getting bonus drops rates, she had rather high expectations. Among the items dropped were a few pieces of gold and silver, some japtem, a sword, and a ring.<br><br>The sword that they had gotten was pretty decent for a level 100 weapon. It had been quite some time since they had changed their equipment so they were still stuck with level 90 gear with the exception of Sun. Most players did not have the luxury of changing to equipment for their level because often times it was more expensive than they could afford. The sword was a windfall that would help them out throughout the rest of the dungeon.<br><br>Sword of Rending: Durability 150/150 Attack: 30~35<br>A sword forged by a dwarven blacksmith. Although not made by a master artisan, the one that forge the blade went to great lengths to ensure its quality. The blade is enchanted to pierce enemy defenses.<br>Restriction: Level 100 Strength 200. Restricted to those of the Knight Profession.<br>Equip: Strength +15 Vitality +15 Honor +10<br>Special Effect: The sword will lower enemy defense by 1 with each attack.<br><br>Ring of Magical Potency: Durability 120/120<br>A ring made from rare magical ingredients. It was crafted by a magical artifact crafter and it has been made to increase the effects of magical spells.<br>Restriction: Level 100 Intelligence 300. Restricted to classes related to magic.<br>Equip: Intelligence +20. Effects of magic spells will be increased by 10%.<br><br>The items from the monsters came with extremely beneficial effects. Of course there were items out there that were much better, but those had higher level requirements. For an item that were only level 100, these were amazing beyond comparison. The sword was most likely a rare type and the ring was probably uncommon.<br><br>“Wow these items are amazing.”<br><br>Feng Yun couldn’t help but exclaim. She was a little disappointed that she couldn’t get anything related to her class, but they were still good items anyways. The two of them could probably go for a thousand gold or so each.They directed their attention at Sun, since it was thanks to him that they were actually able to fight in a place like this. Naturally they didn’t want to make him mad and thus making him leave by taking these items without even asking him first.<br><br>“Hey Sun, is it alright if...”<br><br>Yong Li began to ask before Sun cut him off.<br><br>“Go ahead. Its better for someone that can actually use it to have it instead of the Priest. Just give me a higher cut of the gold after we’re done.”<br><br>Sun didn’t have any way to know how much the items were worth. He could recognize a good sword when he saw one, since he had always lived with crazy master swordsmen. In his eyes, this sword was pretty mediocre. Still, even without knowing the value of the item, he didn’t just want to be giving away something for free. The rest of the party didn’t mind since the items were a lot more beneficial than the amount of gold they got from hunting. The sword went to Da Xia and Xuehua got the ring.<br><br>“Thanks a lot Sun! I’ll be sure to return the favor when I have the chance!”<br><br>Da Xia was overjoyed. As a knight she constantly required new equipment since she was always in the thick of the battle. If she was ill-equipped then she wouldn’t last very long. She hadn’t changed her sword since level 80 so she was very worried that she would be holding everyone back. She swung the sword around a few times to get the feel of it. Then, with a satisfied look on her face, put it back in its sheath.<br>“Thanks.”<br><br>Xuehua briefly showed her gratitude to Sun. Rings were a commodity since they were hard to come by. Mages always sought out to get enough rings since the effects were very beneficial.<br><br>Although they had fought as a party, it would have been impossible to win that fight without Sun or any of the future battles in the dungeon.<br><br>“Don’t worry about it, this much is fine by me. Shall we continue?”<br><br>Sun said in response. <br><br>“Yea, that’s fine by me.”<br><br>Yong Li and the rest of the party were perfectly ready to move on.<br>For the next few hours they continued along the path, fighting undeads along the way.<br>There were all sorts of undead. Ghouls, skeletons, spectres, undead beasts, demonic familiars and the like. They would manage to fight off the enemies with great difficulty and move on.<br><br>They constantly kept getting more items along the way. There were several common items that they picked up that would be sold to an NPC for money. After a few more hours, the rest of the party managed to get enough items to adequately gear themselves for their level. The hunting speed picked up from there since they had better equipment.<br><br>Sun, on the other hand, didn’t get any new gear. The main reason for this was because he was a priest in an undead dungeon. It would be ridiculous to think that there would be priest equipment in an undead lair.<br><br>Sun however was still not content with the progress. The reason for this was because they were still taking far too long in each fight. He was never one for fighting long battles. If it was up to him, he would melt the enemies to dust in a fraction of a second. In his world, he was forced to fight long extended battles whenever he fought because as the Sun Knight he was forced to unhold appearances in front of the people This led to him having a very hateful attitude towards fighting for long periods of time.<br><br>In a couple more hours, he decided that it had gone on long enough. They were in the middle of taking a break when he confronted the rest of the party about it.<br><br>“Each of these fights are taking far too long to finish.”<br>“Huh?”<br><br>Everyone in the party was quite confused. For them, this rate of hunting was actually much faster than they were used to. Their equipment and skill masteries were much better than when they had started the dungeon and they had leveled up quite a few times.This was already the second day since they had started and they thought that they had made a significant amount of progress.<br><br>“What’s the problem Sun? Isn’t this fast enough already?”<br><br>Yong Li asked questioningly.<br><br>“For the most part, all of you seem to be fighting however you see fit. None of you are really using any strategy or coordinating your attacks. Also, there is more to fighting than just dealing damage. There are some times where its better to use a skill that provides more opportunities than just attacking straight out.”<br><br>Sun began to explain to them the concepts of battle and teamwork. Lower level users were not like NPC soldiers that had combat experience built into them. So they usually worked independent of each other.<br><br>“Another thing is that you don’t take into account the monster types that you’re fighting. Each of the undead have their own characteristics and weaknesses. It’s important to take each of those into account when fighting them.”<br><br>“I see.”<br><br>The rest of his party nodded in understanding. There had been times where they had swung their sword at a spectre, only to have the blade cut through air.<br><br>“Most of all, we aren’t taking advantage of my skills.”<br><br>Sun pointed out. Since the start of the dungeon, they had only had Sun heal and buff them. In a place like an undead dungeon, Holy Magic was extremely effective in dispatching enemies.<br><br>“Teacher Sun.”<br><br>Feng Yun said raising her hand.<br><br>“Yes Feng Yun?”<br>“Isn’t it better for you to heal since if you run out of mana then aren’t we going to die?”<br>“That is very true if this were the normal case. However, this is an undead dungeon. Holy magic does a lot of damage to undead monsters so it can get rid of monsters very quickly instead of dragging the fight out longer, making me have to use more mana on healing.”<br><br>Then Sun said in a side note.<br><br>“And remember, I have a lot more mana than a normal priest. I won’t be running out anytime soon.”<br>“Oh, I forgot about that.”<br><br>Hou Yi said as he remembered Sun’s absurdly large mana pool.<br><br>“So do you think that would be a better idea?”<br>“Yea, leave it to me. I start helping with the fights with my holy magic. I’ll save enough mana in case of heals so don’t worry.”<br>“That’s reassuring.”<br><br>The biggest thing that Yong Li was worried about was that they would die and lose out on the week long double experience and drop. The chances of death was extremely high for someone like him that had to fight as the vanguard.<br><br>With that, Sun led the rest of the party into more fights. Every time they met a new type of undead, Sun would briefly explain the monster’s weaknesses to them.<br><br>“This kind of undead is known as a hellhound. Although I said it’s undead, it isn’t really dead but rather a demonic dog of sorts. It’s a sort of familiar summon by magic so magically empowered physical attacks and ice magic are very useful on them. Holy magic will work but not as much as other undead.”<br>“That is a Poltergeist. Very annoying creatures that most magic and weapons can’t touch. You need to use sword energy or holy magic to get rid of them.”<br>“That is...I don’t know what that is but it’s ugly as hell. Let’s kill it quickly.”<br><br>Sun himself was now involved in each and every fight. He would quickly get rid of one of the undead or deal damage to all of the undead with his holy spells. Every time he got the chance he would fire off light arrows at the undead monsters. Thanks to his leadership and advice, the hunting speed was much higher than before.<br><br>On the third day, they had managed to reach level 125 from their hunting. They decided to set up a camp and take a break. Half of them rest while the other half stay up. The group that went to sleep usually took this opportunity to log off and take care of their needs such as food.<br><br>There was no actual need for Sun to sleep since sleep was not needed in Royal Road. They had been awake for the last three days without sleep. He just preferred to sleep since there was such a thing as mental fatigue.<br><br>He was part of the group that went to sleep first so he quickly fell asleep. After a few hours, he woke up to see that his group was awake and that the others were asleep.<br><br>It had been quite some time since he had last eaten a proper meal. During the hunting, they mostly ate pre-prepared foods such as sandwiches. So he decided to set up a campfire.<br><br>-sizzle-<br><br>The sound of the campfire caught the attention of Xuehua and Da Xia, who were awake in his group.<br><br>“Sun are you making food?”<br><br>Da Xia asked. Even though she didn’t usually complain about food, she would prefer a proper meal instead of always eating bread. Xuehua was also hungry so she sat down near the fire.<br><br>“Yea, are you hungry?”<br>“Um...well if it wouldn’t be a bother.”<br><br>Sun took out his appliances and began to cook.<br><br>“Thank you.”<br><br>Da Xia said to Sun as he was cooking.<br><br>“Like I said, this much is fine. You don’t have to alway be so formal you know.”<br>“Still, we’re depending on you so much and it feels weird if I don’t properly express my gratitude.”<br>“See, you’re still doing it. You need to learn how to speak more casually.”<br>“But...”<br>“I mean, I think of you as a friend. Don’t you feel the same?”<br><br>Sun said absentmindedly. To him, anyone that he knew and didn’t hate was classified as a friend.<br><br>“Of course.”<br><br>Da Xia smiled at him brightly. Other than the rest of her party, she had a difficult time making friends with other people because of her stubborn personality.<br><br>“Me too.”<br><br>Xuehua said as well.<br><br>-Xuehua has sent you a friend request. Do you wish to accept?<br><br>“Of course. All of you are my friends so that much is obvious.”<br><br>At that moment, he sent out friend requests to the rest of his party. They accepted of course so now they could view each other’s presences through the friend window.<br><br>“Heeey, something smells good.”<br><br>Feng Yun came crawling out of her tent.<br><br>“Here, have some.”<br>“Yaaay, thanks Sun.”<br><br>Hou Yi and Yong Li woke up as well and helped themselves to some food.<br><br>“You’re an amazing cook Sun. It’s a shame that you’re a guy even though you’re so pretty.”<br>“Thanks for the compliment I think? Actually can you take that back, it feels kinda gross.”<br><br>Sun awkwardly responded to Yong Li’s compliment.<br><br>“Ha ha ha. That was pretty weird Yong Li.”<br><br>Hou Yi began to laugh after Sun had denounced Yong Li’s comment.<br><br>“Shut up! You probably think the same since you’re eating just as much.”<br>“But at least I don’t make weird compliments like you do.”<br><br>The two of them began to retort at each other. After awhile they just started to laugh and then all was fine.<br><br>After they were finished eating, they got back up and started the hunt back up.<br><br>Soon, they reached the end of the dungeon. The boss of the dungeon that they were all waiting for. The source of the undead.<br><br>“What the hell is that supposed to be?!”<br><br>Sun could not help himself from yelling out loud.<br>The boss of the dungeon was around level 150 and its name was Zadaphon.<br><br>It was a giant, fat ass monstrosity of an abomination. It had like 10 hands that were freakishly unproportional to its body and a bunch of tentacles as legs. It had holes all over its body that took in dead bodies and produced undead. It had a large gaping mouth that was filled with black sharp teeth.<br><br>“Uh...it’s a boss right? Shouldn’t we kill it?”<br><br>Yong Li asked questioningly. They were all rather disgusted with it.<br><br>“So how should we fight it?”<br><br>They looked over the rock that they were hiding behind. Thankfully it didn’t have ears so it couldn’t hear Sun’s yelling.<br><br>“I don’t know. Let’s just kill it and have it be done with.”<br><br>Sun felt disgusted the longer he looked at it. So they came out and engaged it in battle.<br><br>“I’ll get it’s attention. Try and slow it down.”<br>“Okaaay.”<br><br>Da Xia rushed forwards to begin to block the monster’s attacks. Xuehua began casting her ice magic.<br><br>“Feng Yun, do you have any paralysis poison on you?”<br><br>Sun quickly asked her.<br><br>“Yea, why do you ask?”<br>“Could you attack it with it? Damaging poisons probably won’t work but a paralysis one will slow it down a bit.”<br>“Okay.”<br><br>She took out her poison and coated her throw knife. She then threw the blade at the monster, then took out her daggers to engage it in combat.<br><br>“Yong Li, you should try and help Da Xia attract its attention. Focus on defense instead of offense. Hou Yi, you should shoot at its arms to stop them from attacking.”<br><br>“Alright.”<br><br>The two of them began to act. Hou Yi shot his arrow at the monster’s arms. After a few shots they effectively began to lose mobility.<br><br>Sun gathered his magic and cast a spell.<br><br>“Slow!”<br><br>He used one of the hex spells that mages had. It wasn’t very effective. At least at first.<br><br>“Slow! Slow! Slow!”<br><br>He repeatedly cast the spell on it, slowing its movement down considerably.<br><br>They continued to fight it for quite some time. Sun repeatedly cast his healing spells at his team. The monster began to show signs of fatigue.<br><br>“Everyone get back! I’m going to use a large spell!”<br><br>Everyone pulled back as he began to prepare the spell.<br><br>“The divine flame that burns away an evil’s existence, Holy Fire, become my strength to vanquish thy foe that stands before me. Holy Fire Burst!”<br><br>It was not a new skill that he had learned. It was an application of his skills. He was using a form of fusion spell, utilizing Holy Burst with Holy Fire to create an intermediate types spell. Holy Burst could be used like that since it was just the concentration of all the user’s mana so it could be used to empower other skills. To make the skill all the more effective, Sun opened up five vials of holy water to use to strengthen the foundation of the spell.<br><br>The effects were incredible. The monster was at 10% health but the spell would have easily wiped out 20%. The monster was reduced to ashes and the ground below the monster was melted beyond recognition.<br><br>-You have leveled up.<br>-You have defeated the boss of the dungeon. Fame has increased by 10.<br>-Return and destroy the entrance. Then return to Senior Priest Harold for your reward.<br><br>Everyone managed to get a whole level and then some.<br><br>“Wow that’s amazing Sun. What was that?”<br><br>His teammates were surprised at the destructive power that the spell had. For a priest to have that kind of power was beyond anything they have every seen.<br><br>“It’s some sort of arcane magic that I learned, I also used Fusion Casting and Chain Casting to strengthen it. It’s a very powerful skill but it costs way too much to use. I have to use all my mana and I even used 5 vials of holy water to make sure that it was strong enough. It’s not something that I can use all the time. If it misses then I’m completely screwed. We’re lucky that the monster was so big.”<br>“Is that so? Well let’s see what that thing dropped.”<br><br>Feng Yun said, not really understanding, and then looked over the items.<br><br>“Wow, what is this? I can’t pick it up.”<br>“What let me see. What do you mean? I have it right here.”<br><br>Sun went to pick up the item that she was looking at. She managed to pick up everything else except this one item. Of the items that she managed to get, there were some decent weapons that the rest of the party could use. However, only Sun could get this item.<br><br>The Holy Pendant of Agatha: Durability 150/150<br>A holy pendant of Agatha that is bestowed upon Priests of the Order of Freya. Only given to those with considerable combat experience and performed a great service to the Order. This pendant is bestow on very few. It exists as a symbol of the Order.<br>Restrictions: Must be someone that the Order expects to become a great leader in the future.<br>Equip: Increases all healing spells by 10%<br>Increases all magic attacks by 10%.<br>5% chance of creating a barrier to deflect magic attacks.<br>After casting four spells, there is a 30% chance that the next spell will not consume mana.<br>Immune to confusion magic.<br>120% damage against undead.<br>Injury recovery speed increased by 30%.<br>Holy blessing can be used to bless yourself five times a day.<br>2 hours cool down in between each blessing.<br>Cannot be given to others once equipped.<br><br>Since he picked it up, he was able to show its stats to the others.<br><br>“Wow, its a super rare item!”<br><br>Da Xia could not contain her surprise.The rest of the party were just as surprised. It wasn’t often that epic items like these were found. It wasn’t the same as unique items, one of a kind items, but these were very limited and had many restrictions on them. By clearing the dungeon, Sun proves to the Church that he is an amazing person and once he turns in the quest then he would be able to equip it.<br><br>“Congratulations Sun!”<br><br>They congratulated Sun for getting an item like this. They weren’t particularly jealous since it was an item they couldn’t use and it was worthless since there weren’t any people that fulfilled the conditions. The biggest factor was that Sun was their friend and he had done so much for them. They felt a little bad that there wasn’t any equipment for priests in the dungeon so they felt better than he managed to get something like this.<br><br>They left the boss room to head back and fight their way to the entrance. At they walked out, Sun looked back at the boss room. There was some sort of inscription on the wall. However he couldn’t see it entirely so he just dismissed it. After they reached the entrance of the dungeon, Sun blew it up with a large spell.<br><br>The words on the wall read.<br><br><span style="color: #FF0000;">- The power of the Gods cannot stop me now. I shall return to power, my reincarnation is nigh. -</span> </div>

< An Unusual Dungeon Hunt > “Yay! We’re the first ones to discover it!” The party quickly celebrated their accomplishment as they as soon as took a single step into the dungeon. Thanks to the dungeon buff, they received double experience gain as well as increased drop rates for a week. The increase in fame was quite significant for their level as well. Fame was a relatively hard attribute to increase. Even if someone were to complete a couple of quests, there was no guarantee that they would get any fame. Quests that involved hunting usually gave fame, but quests like those were hard to find and just as difficult to finish. Even when completed, the quest gave substandard fame at best. The higher rank the quest, the chance of receiving fame increases. “So how are we going to clear this dungeon?” Sun asked the rest of his party but mainly directed his question towards Yong Li, the leader of the party. “Yea, how are we going to do this?” Feng Yun chimed in after Sun. The dungeon was slightly higher level than they were. The weakest monsters were already about 5 to 10 levels higher than them. Typically, dungeons follow a format where the deeper you go, the more powerful the monsters. In the case of dungeons with multiple floors, the monsters usually get stronger by about 50 levels a floor. Thankfully, the Corpse Tomb only had a single floor so the strongest monster they would face would be about 30 to 40 levels higher than them. However, that fact was still very worrying to them. From the information that they got from Senior Priest Harold, there was a source to the undead so that meant there was a boss monster at the end of the dungeon. Boss monsters usually had massive amounts of health so they would be hard to kill, especially a boss monster that was 40 levels higher than them. “Well, I think the best thing to start with for now would be to have Sun give us his blessing spells.” Yong Li began with a reasonable request. A priest’s blessings are essential in any situation, but even more so against the undead. Sun began to cast his spells at the party. “Shield my allies with the benevolence of the God of Light, Sacred Blessing! Give them the means to vanquish evil, Divine Blessing! Let the God of Light illuminate the world, Holy Divinity!” Sun cast off all of his blessing spells at the party. Sacred Blessing gave increased defense and also reduces incoming damage by a percentage. Divine Blessing was a skill that increases all stats by a flat amount for a period of time as well as increase the damage dealt to enemies. Holy Divinity was a new spell that he learned after the Expedition of Lexington. It was able to increase the maximum health of the target as well as granting them holy affinity. The added holy affinity would be extremely useful in a place like the Corpse Tomb. All their attacks would be imbued with the power of holy light, which was poison to the undeads. The party checked their stats after they received their blessings. Whenever a party had a character that could buff, they would usually check their stats afterwards to see how much an increase they had received. “!!!” They were quite shocked at the considerable increase in their stats. Even though Sun was only in his level 100s, he had extremely high skill masteries. His Sacred Blessing and his Divine Blessing were at Intermediate level 6 and 4 respectively. Since he had only received Holy Divinity after the Expedition of Lexington, it was not as high level as the other two but he had worked at the church for a considerable amount of time so it gradually grew to Beginner level 8. With the buffs that Sun had given them, their combat abilities easily rose by approximately 10 levels or so. That meant that they would be sufficiently strong enough to fight in the dungeon, allowing them to level up even higher. “Sun, this is very impressive. What other skills do you have?” Da Xia could not help but ask him. Usually it was the healers that wanted to know what combat abilities the party had so they could prioritize the party’s support. The main reason for their curiosity was because they did not know how a Holy Priest was different from a normal Priest. “Well, there’s too many for me to keep track of. For the most part, I have some support spells, hex spells, and some attack spells.” Sun began to list off the type of spells he had. Every few levels, he would randomly create or learn skills so he had quite a lot of spells. Some were useful, others were completely random. “Oh, and there’s also some spells for stuff like this.” Sun raised his hand into the air. He began to gather some holy element into his hand and then released it. “Illuminate!” The dark surroundings of the dungeon around them were lit up in an instant. Being able to see would be extremely helpful to the party. At the same time, it also helped to weaken the undead that could not handle light very well. For the majority of the undead, it would remove the 50% increase in status that the undead got for being in a dungeon or lair. “Oh...” Xuehua gave a pleased murmur as she clapped her hands in applause. Even though she wasn’t afraid of the dark, it was still preferable to have light available. “Well, this makes things alot easier.” Hou Yi was pleased as well. Since he would be doing a majority of the scouting, having light made his job a lot easier. “Hey! You aren’t half bad!” Hou Yi slapped Sun on the back repeatedly. Even though he seemed arrogant at first, he was a pretty easy going guy. “How long will these blessings last? Also, about the lighting spell that you just used, how long is that?” Yong Li asked since it was important to know the effects of spells so that they don’t suddenly run out in the middle of a fight. Sun checked his skills briefly and then replied. “Sacred Blessing and Divine Blessing should last about 6 hours each. Holy Divinity last for about 3 hours. Illuminate doesn’t go away until we leave.” The duration of his spells were much higher than usual. The bonus of being a Holy Priest was that their holy spells were usually much more potent than other priests. “If that’s not long enough, I can use some Holy Water to make them more effective.” Sun gave them a suggestion since he didn’t know how long they would want the spells to last. Back in his world, a single spell that he cast would usually last a whole day so he didn’t know the standard for magic in this world. Truthfully, his spell lasted much longer than most others. Another priest in the level 100s would only have buffs that lasted an hour or two. “No, that’s more than long enough.” Yong Li answered quickly and then asked another question. “How much mana do you have left?” “About half?” Sun had spent a considerable amount of mana in order to use his spells. It would replenish over time, or if he spent some time using Meditate. Still, to cast so many buff spells on multiple people required a large sum of mana so Yong Li asked again. “And what is your maximum mana?” “3700.” “...” The party could only open their mouth in surprise. The amount of mana that Sun claimed to have was enormous. Usually priests and mages at his level would only have anywhere from 1000 to 1500 mana. Warriors and other close combat classes had anywhere from 300 to 600 mana. It was silent for a few moments. “Well, at least we don’t need to worry about him running out of mana do we. Ha ha.” Feng Yun said jokingly. “There shouldn’t be any problems now thanks to Sun.” Da Xia smiled as they gradually began to walk deeper into the dungeon. After a few minutes, Sun realized something important. “Wait, that was it? That was our entire plan? Don’t we have anything else we need to take care of?” “Well, for the most part Hou Yi is just going to scout and when he see something then we fight it.” “And how are we going to fight it?” “Well, me and Da Xia are going to tank it. Feng Yun will attack whenever she can. Then Hou Yi and Xuehua damage it over time. Then you heal.” “...” Sun was at a loss for words. It was a very disorganized fighting style. However, this was very understandable. Lower level users usually lacked organization or actual combat experience. For the most part their tactics remained basic. Once users reached the level 200s, they were more used to using their bodies and were much more organized so they were capable of more complex battle strategies. ‘Well, as long as it doesn’t get dangerous then I suppose it’s fine.’ Since he wasn’t the leader, he decided to just let it go. It wasn’t his place to try and take command of the party. He didn’t want to be burdened with any responsibilities beyond what he had to do as a healer anyways. ‘I’ll do something if it comes down to it.’ Hou Yi, who was a few meters ahead of the group, came back to the rest of the party. “There appears to be a group of undead ahead.” “What types?” Yong Li had to confirm which types of undead there were. The level of difficulty changes depending on which types of undead there are and the level of the undead. “We’re pretty lucky this time. It’s a group of 5 undead ghouls. Three of them are normal ghouls, one ghoul archer, and a ghoul mage. Their level is probably only around 110.” “Okay, everyone get ready to fight.” Everyone in the party took out their weapons. Yong Li and Da Xia walked ahead of the group as the vanguard. “Weeuuuuuooooo humans have cooome heeeere.” “E...eeat them!” The ghouls came charging at them with their fangs and claws. The ghoul archer took out its bow and began to load an arrow. “Watch out!” Da Xia rushed forwards and smashed her shield into one of the ghouls knocking it away and then deflected the arrow. Yong Li swung his sword towards the other ghoul but it simply blocked the attack. The health of the monsters decreased but not significantly. The ghoul mage started casting a curse spell. “My body is getting heavy...” Feng Yun fell to her knees. The mage’s curse caused the body of the target to get heavier and more sluggish. Since Feng Yun did not have much strength, she could not handle it very well. Since the mage had targeted the three front line attackers, all three of them had been hexed. The other two had a lot more strength but they had slowed down as well. “Dispel.” Sun cast a cure spell onto the three of them removing the negative status. Feng Yun was able to get back onto her feet and ran towards one of the ghouls and performed a backstab its neck, dealing critical damage. She then performed a quick 5 hit chain combo and then jumped away. The ghoul kneeled over and turned grey as she left. “Wow, that was a lot more damage than I thought.” Even with a critical hit, she had not expected to do so much damage. Da Xia had hit the monster with her shield before, but it was still above 80% health. Thanks to the holy effects that they were infused with, their damage was increased by 50% to the undead. The Illuminate spell also served to weaken the monsters and Sun had significantly high fighting spirit that weakened the enemies. Since it was a critical blow, she dealt exceedingly high damage to the monster that had been severely weakened. “Ice Spear.” Xuehua had been chanting the incantation quietly under her breath and then activated the spell. Four sharp pieces of ice began to take form above her. She put her staff forwards and the shards of ice flew in that direction. “Kueeah!” The target of her spell was the ghoul mage. The four ice spears stabbed into the mage, knocking it back. It hadn’t died from the attack since it was an ice element magic without holy infusion but it did knock the enemy to the wall. The ghoul mage tried to resist, but the ice spears had began to freeze and nail the ghoul to the wall, effectively rendering it useless for the rest of the fight. Hou Yi on the other hand was shooting arrows at the enemy archer. Since the arrows were infused with holy element they were proving rather effective. He was doing a decent amount of damage since he, like most archers, focused on Chain Shot and Penetrating Blow. It took quite some time, but the fight ended after 30 minutes. “That was harder than I thought it would be.” Yong Li remarked wearily. Low level users did not usually fight monsters that were stronger than them because of the difficulty level. Had it not been for Sun healing them throughout the battle, then they probably would have died multiple times. “Hey, I managed to level up!” “Me too.” “It’s a lot more experience than I thought.” They had been around 70% when they started the battle. With double experience, and the fact that the monsters were 10 levels higher than them, they managed to get more than 40% from the entire fight. Everyone except Sun managed to level from the fight, since Sun was about 10 levels higher than them. He still managed to get around 20% from the fight though. “Hey, let’s see what they dropped.” Feng Yun could not wait any longer to check the loot. Since they were getting bonus drops rates, she had rather high expectations. Among the items dropped were a few pieces of gold and silver, some japtem, a sword, and a ring. The sword that they had gotten was pretty decent for a level 100 weapon. It had been quite some time since they had changed their equipment so they were still stuck with level 90 gear with the exception of Sun. Most players did not have the luxury of changing to equipment for their level because often times it was more expensive than they could afford. The sword was a windfall that would help them out throughout the rest of the dungeon. Sword of Rending: Durability 150/150 Attack: 30~35 A sword forged by a dwarven blacksmith. Although not made by a master artisan, the one that forge the blade went to great lengths to ensure its quality. The blade is enchanted to pierce enemy defenses. Restriction: Level 100 Strength 200. Restricted to those of the Knight Profession. Equip: Strength +15 Vitality +15 Honor +10 Special Effect: The sword will lower enemy defense by 1 with each attack. Ring of Magical Potency: Durability 120/120 A ring made from rare magical ingredients. It was crafted by a magical artifact crafter and it has been made to increase the effects of magical spells. Restriction: Level 100 Intelligence 300. Restricted to classes related to magic. Equip: Intelligence +20. Effects of magic spells will be increased by 10%. The items from the monsters came with extremely beneficial effects. Of course there were items out there that were much better, but those had higher level requirements. For an item that were only level 100, these were amazing beyond comparison. The sword was most likely a rare type and the ring was probably uncommon. “Wow these items are amazing.” Feng Yun couldn’t help but exclaim. She was a little disappointed that she couldn’t get anything related to her class, but they were still good items anyways. The two of them could probably go for a thousand gold or so each.They directed their attention at Sun, since it was thanks to him that they were actually able to fight in a place like this. Naturally they didn’t want to make him mad and thus making him leave by taking these items without even asking him first. “Hey Sun, is it alright if...” Yong Li began to ask before Sun cut him off. “Go ahead. Its better for someone that can actually use it to have it instead of the Priest. Just give me a higher cut of the gold after we’re done.” Sun didn’t have any way to know how much the items were worth. He could recognize a good sword when he saw one, since he had always lived with crazy master swordsmen. In his eyes, this sword was pretty mediocre. Still, even without knowing the value of the item, he didn’t just want to be giving away something for free. The rest of the party didn’t mind since the items were a lot more beneficial than the amount of gold they got from hunting. The sword went to Da Xia and Xuehua got the ring. “Thanks a lot Sun! I’ll be sure to return the favor when I have the chance!” Da Xia was overjoyed. As a knight she constantly required new equipment since she was always in the thick of the battle. If she was ill-equipped then she wouldn’t last very long. She hadn’t changed her sword since level 80 so she was very worried that she would be holding everyone back. She swung the sword around a few times to get the feel of it. Then, with a satisfied look on her face, put it back in its sheath. “Thanks.” Xuehua briefly showed her gratitude to Sun. Rings were a commodity since they were hard to come by. Mages always sought out to get enough rings since the effects were very beneficial. Although they had fought as a party, it would have been impossible to win that fight without Sun or any of the future battles in the dungeon. “Don’t worry about it, this much is fine by me. Shall we continue?” Sun said in response. “Yea, that’s fine by me.” Yong Li and the rest of the party were perfectly ready to move on. For the next few hours they continued along the path, fighting undeads along the way. There were all sorts of undead. Ghouls, skeletons, spectres, undead beasts, demonic familiars and the like. They would manage to fight off the enemies with great difficulty and move on. They constantly kept getting more items along the way. There were several common items that they picked up that would be sold to an NPC for money. After a few more hours, the rest of the party managed to get enough items to adequately gear themselves for their level. The hunting speed picked up from there since they had better equipment. Sun, on the other hand, didn’t get any new gear. The main reason for this was because he was a priest in an undead dungeon. It would be ridiculous to think that there would be priest equipment in an undead lair. Sun however was still not content with the progress. The reason for this was because they were still taking far too long in each fight. He was never one for fighting long battles. If it was up to him, he would melt the enemies to dust in a fraction of a second. In his world, he was forced to fight long extended battles whenever he fought because as the Sun Knight he was forced to unhold appearances in front of the people This led to him having a very hateful attitude towards fighting for long periods of time. In a couple more hours, he decided that it had gone on long enough. They were in the middle of taking a break when he confronted the rest of the party about it. “Each of these fights are taking far too long to finish.” “Huh?” Everyone in the party was quite confused. For them, this rate of hunting was actually much faster than they were used to. Their equipment and skill masteries were much better than when they had started the dungeon and they had leveled up quite a few times.This was already the second day since they had started and they thought that they had made a significant amount of progress. “What’s the problem Sun? Isn’t this fast enough already?” Yong Li asked questioningly. “For the most part, all of you seem to be fighting however you see fit. None of you are really using any strategy or coordinating your attacks. Also, there is more to fighting than just dealing damage. There are some times where its better to use a skill that provides more opportunities than just attacking straight out.” Sun began to explain to them the concepts of battle and teamwork. Lower level users were not like NPC soldiers that had combat experience built into them. So they usually worked independent of each other. “Another thing is that you don’t take into account the monster types that you’re fighting. Each of the undead have their own characteristics and weaknesses. It’s important to take each of those into account when fighting them.” “I see.” The rest of his party nodded in understanding. There had been times where they had swung their sword at a spectre, only to have the blade cut through air. “Most of all, we aren’t taking advantage of my skills.” Sun pointed out. Since the start of the dungeon, they had only had Sun heal and buff them. In a place like an undead dungeon, Holy Magic was extremely effective in dispatching enemies. “Teacher Sun.” Feng Yun said raising her hand. “Yes Feng Yun?” “Isn’t it better for you to heal since if you run out of mana then aren’t we going to die?” “That is very true if this were the normal case. However, this is an undead dungeon. Holy magic does a lot of damage to undead monsters so it can get rid of monsters very quickly instead of dragging the fight out longer, making me have to use more mana on healing.” Then Sun said in a side note. “And remember, I have a lot more mana than a normal priest. I won’t be running out anytime soon.” “Oh, I forgot about that.” Hou Yi said as he remembered Sun’s absurdly large mana pool. “So do you think that would be a better idea?” “Yea, leave it to me. I start helping with the fights with my holy magic. I’ll save enough mana in case of heals so don’t worry.” “That’s reassuring.” The biggest thing that Yong Li was worried about was that they would die and lose out on the week long double experience and drop. The chances of death was extremely high for someone like him that had to fight as the vanguard. With that, Sun led the rest of the party into more fights. Every time they met a new type of undead, Sun would briefly explain the monster’s weaknesses to them. “This kind of undead is known as a hellhound. Although I said it’s undead, it isn’t really dead but rather a demonic dog of sorts. It’s a sort of familiar summon by magic so magically empowered physical attacks and ice magic are very useful on them. Holy magic will work but not as much as other undead.” “That is a Poltergeist. Very annoying creatures that most magic and weapons can’t touch. You need to use sword energy or holy magic to get rid of them.” “That is...I don’t know what that is but it’s ugly as hell. Let’s kill it quickly.” Sun himself was now involved in each and every fight. He would quickly get rid of one of the undead or deal damage to all of the undead with his holy spells. Every time he got the chance he would fire off light arrows at the undead monsters. Thanks to his leadership and advice, the hunting speed was much higher than before. On the third day, they had managed to reach level 125 from their hunting. They decided to set up a camp and take a break. Half of them rest while the other half stay up. The group that went to sleep usually took this opportunity to log off and take care of their needs such as food. There was no actual need for Sun to sleep since sleep was not needed in Royal Road. They had been awake for the last three days without sleep. He just preferred to sleep since there was such a thing as mental fatigue. He was part of the group that went to sleep first so he quickly fell asleep. After a few hours, he woke up to see that his group was awake and that the others were asleep. It had been quite some time since he had last eaten a proper meal. During the hunting, they mostly ate pre-prepared foods such as sandwiches. So he decided to set up a campfire. -sizzle- The sound of the campfire caught the attention of Xuehua and Da Xia, who were awake in his group. “Sun are you making food?” Da Xia asked. Even though she didn’t usually complain about food, she would prefer a proper meal instead of always eating bread. Xuehua was also hungry so she sat down near the fire. “Yea, are you hungry?” “Um...well if it wouldn’t be a bother.” Sun took out his appliances and began to cook. “Thank you.” Da Xia said to Sun as he was cooking. “Like I said, this much is fine. You don’t have to alway be so formal you know.” “Still, we’re depending on you so much and it feels weird if I don’t properly express my gratitude.” “See, you’re still doing it. You need to learn how to speak more casually.” “But...” “I mean, I think of you as a friend. Don’t you feel the same?” Sun said absentmindedly. To him, anyone that he knew and didn’t hate was classified as a friend. “Of course.” Da Xia smiled at him brightly. Other than the rest of her party, she had a difficult time making friends with other people because of her stubborn personality. “Me too.” Xuehua said as well. -Xuehua has sent you a friend request. Do you wish to accept? “Of course. All of you are my friends so that much is obvious.” At that moment, he sent out friend requests to the rest of his party. They accepted of course so now they could view each other’s presences through the friend window. “Heeey, something smells good.” Feng Yun came crawling out of her tent. “Here, have some.” “Yaaay, thanks Sun.” Hou Yi and Yong Li woke up as well and helped themselves to some food. “You’re an amazing cook Sun. It’s a shame that you’re a guy even though you’re so pretty.” “Thanks for the compliment I think? Actually can you take that back, it feels kinda gross.” Sun awkwardly responded to Yong Li’s compliment. “Ha ha ha. That was pretty weird Yong Li.” Hou Yi began to laugh after Sun had denounced Yong Li’s comment. “Shut up! You probably think the same since you’re eating just as much.” “But at least I don’t make weird compliments like you do.” The two of them began to retort at each other. After awhile they just started to laugh and then all was fine. After they were finished eating, they got back up and started the hunt back up. Soon, they reached the end of the dungeon. The boss of the dungeon that they were all waiting for. The source of the undead. “What the hell is that supposed to be?!” Sun could not help himself from yelling out loud. The boss of the dungeon was around level 150 and its name was Zadaphon. It was a giant, fat ass monstrosity of an abomination. It had like 10 hands that were freakishly unproportional to its body and a bunch of tentacles as legs. It had holes all over its body that took in dead bodies and produced undead. It had a large gaping mouth that was filled with black sharp teeth. “Uh...it’s a boss right? Shouldn’t we kill it?” Yong Li asked questioningly. They were all rather disgusted with it. “So how should we fight it?” They looked over the rock that they were hiding behind. Thankfully it didn’t have ears so it couldn’t hear Sun’s yelling. “I don’t know. Let’s just kill it and have it be done with.” Sun felt disgusted the longer he looked at it. So they came out and engaged it in battle. “I’ll get it’s attention. Try and slow it down.” “Okaaay.” Da Xia rushed forwards to begin to block the monster’s attacks. Xuehua began casting her ice magic. “Feng Yun, do you have any paralysis poison on you?” Sun quickly asked her. “Yea, why do you ask?” “Could you attack it with it? Damaging poisons probably won’t work but a paralysis one will slow it down a bit.” “Okay.” She took out her poison and coated her throw knife. She then threw the blade at the monster, then took out her daggers to engage it in combat. “Yong Li, you should try and help Da Xia attract its attention. Focus on defense instead of offense. Hou Yi, you should shoot at its arms to stop them from attacking.” “Alright.” The two of them began to act. Hou Yi shot his arrow at the monster’s arms. After a few shots they effectively began to lose mobility. Sun gathered his magic and cast a spell. “Slow!” He used one of the hex spells that mages had. It wasn’t very effective. At least at first. “Slow! Slow! Slow!” He repeatedly cast the spell on it, slowing its movement down considerably. They continued to fight it for quite some time. Sun repeatedly cast his healing spells at his team. The monster began to show signs of fatigue. “Everyone get back! I’m going to use a large spell!” Everyone pulled back as he began to prepare the spell. “The divine flame that burns away an evil’s existence, Holy Fire, become my strength to vanquish thy foe that stands before me. Holy Fire Burst!” It was not a new skill that he had learned. It was an application of his skills. He was using a form of fusion spell, utilizing Holy Burst with Holy Fire to create an intermediate types spell. Holy Burst could be used like that since it was just the concentration of all the user’s mana so it could be used to empower other skills. To make the skill all the more effective, Sun opened up five vials of holy water to use to strengthen the foundation of the spell. The effects were incredible. The monster was at 10% health but the spell would have easily wiped out 20%. The monster was reduced to ashes and the ground below the monster was melted beyond recognition. -You have leveled up. -You have defeated the boss of the dungeon. Fame has increased by 10. -Return and destroy the entrance. Then return to Senior Priest Harold for your reward. Everyone managed to get a whole level and then some. “Wow that’s amazing Sun. What was that?” His teammates were surprised at the destructive power that the spell had. For a priest to have that kind of power was beyond anything they have every seen. “It’s some sort of arcane magic that I learned, I also used Fusion Casting and Chain Casting to strengthen it. It’s a very powerful skill but it costs way too much to use. I have to use all my mana and I even used 5 vials of holy water to make sure that it was strong enough. It’s not something that I can use all the time. If it misses then I’m completely screwed. We’re lucky that the monster was so big.” “Is that so? Well let’s see what that thing dropped.” Feng Yun said, not really understanding, and then looked over the items. “Wow, what is this? I can’t pick it up.” “What let me see. What do you mean? I have it right here.” Sun went to pick up the item that she was looking at. She managed to pick up everything else except this one item. Of the items that she managed to get, there were some decent weapons that the rest of the party could use. However, only Sun could get this item. The Holy Pendant of Agatha: Durability 150/150 A holy pendant of Agatha that is bestowed upon Priests of the Order of Freya. Only given to those with considerable combat experience and performed a great service to the Order. This pendant is bestow on very few. It exists as a symbol of the Order. Restrictions: Must be someone that the Order expects to become a great leader in the future. Equip: Increases all healing spells by 10% Increases all magic attacks by 10%. 5% chance of creating a barrier to deflect magic attacks. After casting four spells, there is a 30% chance that the next spell will not consume mana. Immune to confusion magic. 120% damage against undead. Injury recovery speed increased by 30%. Holy blessing can be used to bless yourself five times a day. 2 hours cool down in between each blessing. Cannot be given to others once equipped. Since he picked it up, he was able to show its stats to the others. “Wow, its a super rare item!” Da Xia could not contain her surprise.The rest of the party were just as surprised. It wasn’t often that epic items like these were found. It wasn’t the same as unique items, one of a kind items, but these were very limited and had many restrictions on them. By clearing the dungeon, Sun proves to the Church that he is an amazing person and once he turns in the quest then he would be able to equip it. “Congratulations Sun!” They congratulated Sun for getting an item like this. They weren’t particularly jealous since it was an item they couldn’t use and it was worthless since there weren’t any people that fulfilled the conditions. The biggest factor was that Sun was their friend and he had done so much for them. They felt a little bad that there wasn’t any equipment for priests in the dungeon so they felt better than he managed to get something like this. They left the boss room to head back and fight their way to the entrance. At they walked out, Sun looked back at the boss room. There was some sort of inscription on the wall. However he couldn’t see it entirely so he just dismissed it. After they reached the entrance of the dungeon, Sun blew it up with a large spell. The words on the wall read. - The power of the Gods cannot stop me now. I shall return to power, my reincarnation is nigh. -

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> A place to discuss Pandora's Box, questions, comments, edits/errors etc. Please remember the golden rule.. <span style="color: #FF0000;"><span style="font-style: italic;">be nice or I'll whack you with a baseball bat spiked with rusty nails</span></span><br><br>Edit: *hides bat behind back because it seems to be scaring people off from replying to this thread*<br>*cough, cough*<br>Any way.... For those of you who read the second prologue it's pretty obvious what Theodora's Royal Road avatar/alter ego's name is going to be. I know Royal Road has a Norse pantheon, the goddess Freya kind of makes that apparent, however, I don't know much about Norse myths other than seeing that Thor movie and reading the Bifrost Guardians series by Mickey Zucker Reichert. I do know a bit more about Greek/Roman myth. Having read the Odyssey, granted that was a long time ago... Still, I decided to write what I know and stick to the Greek pantheon despite it diverging from the original Midnight Sculptor novel. </div>

A place to discuss Pandora's Box, questions, comments, edits/errors etc. Please remember the golden rule.. be nice or I'll whack you with a baseball bat spiked with rusty nails Edit: *hides bat behind back because it seems to be scaring people off from replying to this thread* *cough, cough* Any way.... For those of you who read the second prologue it's pretty obvious what Theodora's Royal Road avatar/alter ego's name is going to be. I know Royal Road has a Norse pantheon, the goddess Freya kind of makes that apparent, however, I don't know much about Norse myths other than seeing that Thor movie and reading the Bifrost Guardians series by Mickey Zucker Reichert. I do know a bit more about Greek/Roman myth. Having read the Odyssey, granted that was a long time ago... Still, I decided to write what I know and stick to the Greek pantheon despite it diverging from the original Midnight Sculptor novel.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Sorry for the rushed Chapter 3, I Hope you'd like it, I promise to make chapter 4 better, that's why I need a few days. Enjoy!<br>==============================================================================================================<br><br>I woke up feeling good about myself and thinking of starting the day with a few relaxing stretches and a bit of exercise. I took out the rock hard Barley Bread I had and ate it in silence and took a swig of water, I then went to the near fountain and replenished my canteen with water.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"> Since it’s my second day inside the game I should get an early start going back to Bartholomew’s and level up some of my skills and stats, but first I need to restock on food since I only have 8 Barley Bread left.</span><br><br>I went to the market place and bought a few more barley bread (has 30 coppers) and decided to jog back to the shop to slightly increase my stat and work up a sweat before work. It took Gilgamesh half an hour to get to the Blacksmith’s Shop and had a few stat increases.<br><ul><br><li>Stamina increased by 3 points!</li><br><li>Strength increased by 1 point!</li><br><li>Agility increased by 1 point!</li></ul><br><br>When I arrived in front of the shop it was still closed, I considered waking up Bartholomew by shouting but I’d get mauled later so I considered visiting Lilith for a few minutes since it’s still early so I went to the Wizards guild a few blocks from here. It was a short walk and I found the guild open and entered, I greeted the old lady at the desk and proceeded upstairs to Lilith’s identification room.<br><br>“Hey Lilith, good morning!” I greeted her with a broad smile that changed to a gaping O when I saw what was in front of me. She was soaked in some white substance and was splayed on the floor wriggling trying to get up.<br><span style="font-style: italic;"> oh god, it looks so much like….no… I shouldn’t think of it! </span><br>“Lilith! Do you need help?! What happened?! No, don’t answer that.” I was beet red from looking at her and tried yanking her to stand.<br><span style="font-style: italic;">I even saw a little bit of the forbidden fruit</span> * Gulp*<br>“ Eek! Gilgamesh! What are you doing here?!” She was shouting like there was a molester on her and was trying to stand whoever it was in vain.<br><span style="font-style: italic;"> Well if someone would come inside the room and saw this they would think I was the molester…</span><br>“I was trying to make a simple alchemy potion to practice my alchemy but when you came in I lost focus and dropped a few liquid ether that was necessary and it exploded on me as you can see.” She was stammering and trying to wipe away the sticky white substance. (lol)<br><br>“Oh well at least you didn’t hurt yourself much, I was just passing by and saying hello, if you’d like to chat sometime just holler at me by the smith shop!”<br><br>“Jeez! You could have just whispered me!” She was pouting and trying to clean the liquid with a mop, looking comical wearing a long purple mage’s gown that hugged every inch of her nice bode.<br><br>“I could have but I wouldn’t see this good stuff now would I?” I was laughing lightly and was looking around and considered trying to learn the identification skill from her so I approached here about this.<br><br>“Lilith, could you teach me basic identification? I’d like to learn it if you could teach me so I wouldn’t have to come back every time I go on an adventure and it would be useful on some quests. Of course I’d compensate you if I get enough money.” I asked here with sincerity and was wondering if she’d accept this proposition, since she was already intermediate and was a licensed identificator I guessed that she could teach me if she wanted.<br><br>“Hmm okay Gilgamesh I’ll teach you, but I would like 20% of your profit for 2 dungeons you clear. I will come with you when you try to go on a dungeon so that you won’t die easily and I can help you out when you are in a pinch! As long as you won’t tell anyone what happened today!” She blurted this with a blushed expression and was hurrying behind the counter.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"> She’s cute, hope I could get a girlfriend like her soon. </span><br><br>“Okay Deal! Thanks for helping me out, now should we start?” I went towards the counter and was expecting to do something to get the skill.<br><br>“Take this small book and sword , read the book till you understand on how to identify and when you’re confident enough to identify the sword come back here.”<br>Triing!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You Received: Tips on Identification for Beginners!<br>It is a book on the basics and fundamentals of identification. Read it to familiarize yourself on the general classifications of items and the different branches on item effects.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You Received: Unknown Sword.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>I took the seat near the windows and started reading the small book, it was an amazingly detailed book that contained the general list of items and effects that you could find on each item and how to classify the rareness of an item based on its sheen, glow, and certain appendages on the items. I didn’t realize it that I spent an hour reading it till a system notice broke my concentration.<br><br>Triing!<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You completed the book: Tips on Identification for Beginners</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Wisdom increased by 1 point!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Intelligence increased by 2 points!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>I smiled from the stats that was given from just reading the small book, I figured I should visit the library one of this days to increase some more stats for mana, I went back to Lilith who was entertaining a customer and waited till the transaction was finished.<br><br>“Lilith I am ready to identify the sword, watch! Identify!” I took the sword in my hand and touched the hilt of the sword and was greeted with the ring of a success.<br><br>Trring!<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have successfully identified: Theatre Play Sword!<br>Durability: 5/5 Attack: 1-3<br><br>A blunt sword that is used in theatrical plays on stage, not much for killing but you can use it to slap your foes.<br>Restriction: None.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>Trring!<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have learnt Identification Level 1(Basic)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>“Good! You got the gist of it, now I can return this sword to the actor.” She beamed with pride at seeing me finish identifying on my first try.<br><br>“Thanks for the book, here it is. I got to get back to the forge, thanks again for the skill Lilith you rock!” I gave the small pocketbook back and waved goodbye and dashed back to the forge where I knew Bartholomew was waiting with his hammer. *shiver*<br><br>“Gilgamesh get your arse inside this minute, stop slacking boy! We got a lot of stuff to do today!” He was shouting even though I was still a few blocks away when he saw me. I had to run as fast as I could just to keep him from throwing his hammer at me.<br><br>“Sorry boss, I went to Lilith to greet her and I kind of lost track of time to learn identification…” I told him sheepishly and started walking to where the gloves and apron are to start the day ahead.<br><br>“Year right you were just flirting with her to get inside her pants.” He was smirking at me while shoving me inside to rush in.<br><br>The days went by fast having to work on the blacksmith shop till the afternoon and practice archery, swords and twin daggers in the evening. At the 14th day working in the forges I had finally reached the stage where I can learn blacksmithing with intermediate level on repair.<br><br>Triing!<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Repairing skill leveled up! <br>Reached Repairing Level 1: 0.00 %( Intermediate) – Can identify higher grades of items and can now learn basic blacksmithing.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>By constantly repairing and sharpening as well as working on the fires I had acquired a lot of stat bonuses as well as upgrades on my skills. I also learnt the endurance stat and learnt the sustenance stat. I had an increase of 10 vitality, 11 strength, 16 agility and 30 stamina as well as an additional 5% fire resistance just from the daily Smithing for 2 weeks.<br><br>Triing!<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>New Stat Learnt! Endurance – reduces physical damage inflicted by the enemy, and even increases the user’s life by a small amount<br>New Stat learnt! Sustenance<br>You are likely to use less stamina in action. You are prohibited from distributing stat bonus points to this stat.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><br>From the nightly training sessions I had learnt the basic sword skill, knife skill, archery as well accumulating several stats: 13 strength, 10 agility, 10 vitality, 20 stamina, and a new stat called Fighting spirit.<br><br>Triing!<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>-Fighting Spirit<br>Decreases the pressure that NPCs and other players can give off due to having a higher level than oneself<br>Possible to cower creatures of a lower level than oneself with a glare<br>Temporally call on superhuman strength<br>Raised by fighting creatures of a higher level than oneself<br>Raised by continuously fighting creatures<br>You may not distribute bonus stat points to Fighting Spirit</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>-Sword Mastery<br>Increases attack power with a sword (+10 % pr level at beginner)<br>Increases attack speed with a sword (+3 % pr level at beginner)<br>Raised by sword fighting</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>-Archery <br>Increases attack power with a Bow (+10 % pr level at beginner)<br>Increases attack speed with a Bow (+3 % pr level at beginner)<br>Raised by using a bow</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>So I had a status window looking like this:<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="2">Status Window</td></tr><tr><td>Character: Gilgamesh</td><td>Alignment: Neutral</td></tr><tr><td>Level 1</td><td>Class: None</td></tr><tr><td>Title: None</td><td>Fame: None</td></tr><tr><td>Health: 300</td><td>Mana: 140</td></tr><tr><td>Stamina: 65+50</td><td>Fighting Spirit: 10</td></tr><tr><td>Strength: 42+15</td><td>Agility: 40+5</td></tr><tr><td>Sustenance: 5</td><td>Charisma: 5</td></tr><tr><td>Wisdom: 6</td><td>Intellect: 7+5</td></tr><tr><td>Endurance: 5</td><td>Vitality: 30</td></tr><tr><td>Attack: 15-19</td><td>Defense: 8</td></tr><tr><td>Fire Resistance: 6%</td><td>Earth Resistance: 0%</td></tr><tr><td>Air Resistance: 0%</td><td>Water Resistance: 0%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="2">-Due to your race being infused with Blood Elf Magic you gain additional stats when you level/age. Str, Dex, Int + 5<br>-Due to the Darfellan ancestry you gain Sta, Charisma and Str every time you level. Str+ 5,Cha+5 Stam+ 50</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>I was amazed how much stats I had amassed from playing for 2 weeks non-stop in-game, it really helps that its only 2 hrs in RL where its 8hrs in game for rest so I was pretty much optimizing my time. That way I went to Bartholomew to teach me how to make some weapons and armor.<br><br>“Hey Bartholomew~ your apprentice wants to learn blacksmithing, can you teach me please?” I was asking him like an eager kid waiting for his lollipop.<br><br>“Finally eh? Well suit up and heat some iron there and let’s start making your first sword.” He indicated some ores on the side and we started working on melting and purifying the ores.<br><br>“Okay put the iron on the mold and wait for it to harden a bit and cool it, reheat and hammer it to a desired shape and cool and repeat.” He demonstrated where to hit, told me how long each kind of ore is to be heated and cooled and left me to my sword. A few hours of hammering and heating and cooling and finally I had that distinct sound.<br><br>Triing!<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have made: Basic Iron Sword!<br>Durability: 15/15 Attack: 3-6<br><br>A sword made from basic iron, was forged from the hands of a novice. It is durable and has minimal attack. Good for killing rabbits.<br>Restriction: Str 20, Vit 30</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Triing!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Learnt Blacksmithing Level 1: 0.00% 0 (Basic)- Can create armour made of different kinds of metals, as well as enhance them<br>Can create different kinds of weapons, as well as enhance them<br>If using a blacksmithing hammer one can enhance the created items by 10% <br>it is implied that different hammers my give different bonuses to the blacksmithing)<br>Raised by forging armour and weapons</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Well done Gilgamesh! It is a good sword for starters, let’s see you make an armor and shield, and then you can take them for yourself after.” He then took me to pick good wood for the shield and leathers to use for a basic armor. I tinkered a few hours on making a shield and leather armor till I was satisfied with what I had and was surprised by gaining the handicraft.<br>Triing!<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have successfully made Basic Oaken Shield<br>Durability: 15/15 Defense: 5<br>Made from hard oak, can deflect arrows and basic sword attacks. Has a decent damage.<br>Restrictions: 30 Str and 25 Vit</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have made Basic Leather ArmorDurability: 20/20 Defense: 10<br><br>Basic leather armor made from deer and rabbit hides. Can absorb minimal damage and is comfy to wear. Made by a novice, you’d look a bit better wearing it than novice outfits, barely looking better. No restrictions.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have learnt Handicraft Level 1: 0.00% (Bsic) -Increases attack power with melee and long ranged weapons (+3% at Beginner level 3, meaning probably 1% pr level.)<br>Increases attack with rower and fists (+5% at Beginner level 3 = 5/3= 1 and 2/3 % ~ 1,67 % pr level) <br>Raised as a byproduct of other craft related skills</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have raised your Blacksmithing skills by level 2 (Basic)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have raised you handicaraft skill by 20%</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have raised you handicaraft skill by 23%</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Bartholomew I’m finish, take a look at my work!” I hollered for him to come and see what I had made and was smiling as I told him I also got a new skill called handicraft.<br><br>“That’s a very important skill in making better crafts as well as increasing your damage to a certain point, be sure to practice more.” He was happy of what I had done and let me go for the day and let me rest, I whispered Lilith about the events of the past week and how I know blacksmithing skill now.<br><br>“That’s great Gilgamesh; maybe you can make me a new staff soon! By the way, try and focus on finishing the basic training in the training hall for this last 2 weeks so we can be prepared to go find a dungeon when you can leave the city.” She was telling me about certain bonuses when you complete the basic training and where there are more advancement after you complete it and a reward of a new weapon.<br><br>“Okay I will, thanks Lilith. I will go tell Bartholomew I’ll focus on the training hall for a few weeks and I’ll look for a good place we can raid soon.” I said my goodbyes to Lilith and went back to the Blacksmith shop and told Bartholomew that I would be staying in the training hall for a while and to call me when he needs help.<br><br>“I’ll be missing a few hands but it’s better that you’d get prepared for your first adventure, be sure to come back and make your new weapons here after your dungeon. Here is your pay for the last time with a little extra.” He looked a bit sad and took a few coins out of his pocket, he gave me 20 Silver and 10 copper which made my total savings to 2gold and 70 silver which was not bad for 2 weeks.<br><br>I went back to the Training hall and took out my new sword and started with basic slashes while warming up to advanced sword styles in the Organization 9 swords division, starting with Fencing to Bushido styles. I took out my Dagger after 2 hours of sword play and started on single styled stabs and slashes till I had reached dual wielding styles in doble eskrima. Sweat was pouring in buckets but I was happy for moving my body, it felt natural to me from years of military training.<br><br>I spent the last 2 weeks of my stay in Morata in the training hall honing my in game fighting skills till it was on par or more with my real life capabilities. I stilled visit the blacksmith shop to practice my blacksmith skills and help out Bartholomew.<br> It was on the last day of my stay in the city that I got the confirmation from the training instructor that I had finish my basic training and had several stats increase as well as fame.<br>Triing!<ul><br><li>Strength rises by 1 point. (+1 STR)</li><br><li>Agility rises by 1 point. (+1 AGI)</li><br><li>Vitality rises by 1 point. (+1 VIT)</li><br><li>Fame rises by 20 point. (+20 FAME)</li><br><li>Life rises by 100 point. (+100 HP)</li></ul><br><br>I had a total of 9 additional strength including the completion of the basic training as well as 12 agility, 14 vitality, 10 stamina, 5 endurance and 11 fighting spirit points including the fame and additional life points.<br><br>“Status Window!” I wanted to see how much I had trained myself for 4 weeks of blood and sweat and was contented by what I saw.<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="2">Status Window</td></tr><tr><td>Character: Gilgamesh</td><td>Alignment: Neutral</td></tr><tr><td>Level 1</td><td>Class: None</td></tr><tr><td>Title: None</td><td>Fame: 20</td></tr><tr><td>Health: 640</td><td>Mana: 140</td></tr><tr><td>Stamina: 65+50</td><td>Fighting Spirit: 21</td></tr><tr><td>Strength: 51+15</td><td>Agility: 52+5</td></tr><tr><td>Sustenance: 5</td><td>Charisma: 5</td></tr><tr><td>Wisdom: 6</td><td>Intellect: 7+5</td></tr><tr><td>Endurance: 10</td><td>Vitality: 44</td></tr><tr><td>Attack: 27-29</td><td>Defense: 18</td></tr><tr><td>Fire Resistance: 6%</td><td>Earth Resistance: 0%</td></tr><tr><td>Air Resistance: 0%</td><td>Water Resistance: 0%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="2">-Due to your race being infused with Blood Elf Magic you gain additional stats when you level/age. Str, Dex, Int + 5<br>-Due to the Darfellan ancestry you gain Sta, Charisma and Str every time you level. Str+ 5,Cha+5 Stam+ 50</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>“Gilgamesh, as you have completed the basic training you can choose a weapon you are proficient in to be given to you.” The instructor was piling weapons and told me to choose a weapon.<br><br>“Instructor I would like a knife that would accompany my dagger here so I can dual wield.” I told him while picking up the knife and identified it.<br><br>“Identify!”<br><br>Triing!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Hard Iron Knife:<br><br>Durability: 54/54<br>Damage: 10-14<br><br>Awarded to those who completed the Basic Training Program. This widely-used knife is better than basic type weapons that are available in a blacksmith’s workshop.<br><br>Equip:<br>+5 STR<br>+5 DEX<br><br>Requirement:<br>STR 20+<br>DEX 15+</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>It was a good knife, I thanked the instructor and was preparing to leave but I stopped when I saw on my peripheral vision that somebody was purposefully walking to me so I turned and waited for the person to reach me.<br><br>“Excuse me sir, but I saw that you completed the basic training program and liked to ask if you would like to accompany me in a dungeon I have found. By the way I am called Rex, I am a level 22 Warrior, and so what would you say?” I seized him up if he could be capable of defending himself, I didn’t need any deadweight when I’m out and about. He looked strong and capable of handling himself, he was about 5ft 11, he was muscular and had a strong presence. I decided to ask more about this dungeon and asked if I could tag a friend along.<br><br>“Call me Gilgamesh, I wonder if I could take my friend along, she is a wizard and would only observer us till we can’t handle the fights anymore, but I would like to ask first what is the location and name of this dungeon and the type of monsters we are facing if you have the information.”<br><br>“Okay Gilgamesh, it’s called the Frost Gnomes Dungeon, it’s a 4 leveled underground labyrinth that has monsters ranging from 10-99. We could take it slow in the nearby field till you can handle the dungeon.”<br><br>“Sounds alright to me, let me whisper my friend and we can meet up tomorrow?” <br><br>“Alright, tomorrow then by the north gate, be sure to check the Light Tower tonight for the buffs and the other statues; tell your friend to do the same and while we’re at it add me as a friend.” <br><br>We exchanged information and said our farewells and after I whispered Lilith about the Dungeon that I was going to and wondered if she wanted to come along.<br><br>“Okay Gilgamesh, lets meet up later by the Light Tower and make sure to prepare for the trip tomorrow!”<br><br>“Okay Lilith, see you later.”<br><br>I went to the nearest market and bought some herbs and bandages as well as some more Barley Bread and jogged to the Tower of Light where I saw Lilith was waiting in a cute Red Robe that only hanged above her legs. I approached her and gave her a big smile.<br><br>“Hey Lilith nice dress! Let’s go nearer to the tower, I like the lights coming out at night, it’s a great view.” I took her hand and dragged her to my favorite spot underneath a pine tree that was beside the pond and we waited for the light show to appear.<br>It was like a date, we ate good food that she prepared shared stories and just laid down and waited for the morning to come.<br><br>Morning came and we finished our preparation and walked to the north gate where Rex was waiting for us, he only had a bag on his back and 2 swords on his sides. He had a big grin and was coming to greet us.<br><br>“Good morning love birds! I guessed you had a good night’s rest, for the beautiful ladies information my name is Rex, 24 and single.” He said this with a frivolous bow and a wink to Lilith which made her red and shy towards my back.<br><br>“Okay Rex I’m still level 1 so let’s get out and hunt a few animals before heading to that dungeon of yours. I’ve been itching to kill something the entire month I was here.” I told him as I was walking towards a fox that I saw near the bushes, I took out my bow and aimed at the little red Fox and shoot.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You had dealth 20 damage to the enemy.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>The fox growled and raced towards me not afraid to meet his death, I took out my 2 daggers and activated my Blood Manipulation mastery. The fox skidded to a halt when it saw me with a swirling red aura dashing to him. It tried to run but I had a high agility and made short work on it by dashing beside it and stabbed it on the back of its cranium while sending a few stabs on the stomach with my Blood elf Dagger.<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Blood Manipulation Aura is active, damage done will increase hp regeneration.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Critical hit</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Damage dealt to fox 20!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Damage dealt to fox 20!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Damage dealt to fox 20!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Fox is killed.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Basic Level upgraded to level 2</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>I was stunned, the fox died too easily! It took only 2-3 hits from a level 1 as myself and I even had my life restored from the stabs I dealt to it. I even gained a level from 1 monster fight, it got me excited and my brain was rushing on the possibilities I could do now. I had a feral smile on my face when I looked back on my companions who were gaping at what they saw.<br>They quickly ran to my side and looked at the corpse of the fox and back at me several times.<br><br>“Dude how the hell did you do that?! What class are you? You just shot an arrow and ran so fast to clash with a fox at level 1! You even killed it with a few hits when a party needs to kill a fox on level 1!” Rex was spouting like crazy on what he saw, it was beyond human capabilities from a level 1 individual who just got out of the city and didn’t even try to kill a rabbit.<br><br>Lilith was knitting her brows together trying to make sense of it all, “Gil, what skill was that? The one where you were engulfed in a red light, it looked evil and sinister.” She was shooting accusing eyes on me that told me to better cough up or feel her wrath.<br><br>“Okay you know that dagger that I let you identify right? Well it’s for my race and I’m a Blood Elf, the first kind. I was granted Blood Manipulation magic. So I can siphon blood from myself or my enemies to use.” I awkwardly explained my race and skill benefits and told them to keep it a secret.<br><br>“Damn it feels like your cheating with those benefits, hell it IS cheating.” Rex was rolling his eyes and was walking to the direction we need to go to reach the dungeon.<br><br>“Sorry Rex, Lilith, I didn’t mean to keep it from you guys, I thought I was rather common now since its late in the game.” I gave a sheepish grin and said a few more sorry statements..<br><br>“Oh well, what’s done is done let’s just get to that gnomes so I can release some anger.” Lilith was fuming a bit since here she was suffering in her first months in the game and there was Gilgamesh who skipped all those and had a very rare class.<br><br>The three went deeper in cold forest and killed a few more wolves and foxes, there were a few near death encounters from frost kobolds which almost killed Rex and Gilgamesh if it were not from Lilith who made short work with the trolls with her magic since she was a few levels higher.<br><br>They arrived at a medium looking cave that was surrounded with players and gnomes riding a few wolves and some walking gnomes holding sticks whacking some players around.<br><br>“Well, were here. Let’s start with helping those two kids crying running towards us.” I said as I was drawing my sword to practice with.<br><br>“Well just sit here and wait for you to finish, you’re already too strong for all this mobs.” Rex was snorting and sat on a boulder while Lilith was trying to make a fire with a fireball.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"> These guys look like they are on a picnic while those people in the cave are having it hard.</span> <br><br>“What a start for an adventure.” I was shaking my head and had a grin on my face while charging to the goblins that were harassing the kids.<br><br><br><br>To be Continued- </div>

Sorry for the rushed Chapter 3, I Hope you'd like it, I promise to make chapter 4 better, that's why I need a few days. Enjoy! ============================================================================================================== I woke up feeling good about myself and thinking of starting the day with a few relaxing stretches and a bit of exercise. I took out the rock hard Barley Bread I had and ate it in silence and took a swig of water, I then went to the near fountain and replenished my canteen with water. Since it’s my second day inside the game I should get an early start going back to Bartholomew’s and level up some of my skills and stats, but first I need to restock on food since I only have 8 Barley Bread left. I went to the market place and bought a few more barley bread (has 30 coppers) and decided to jog back to the shop to slightly increase my stat and work up a sweat before work. It took Gilgamesh half an hour to get to the Blacksmith’s Shop and had a few stat increases. * Stamina increased by 3 points! * Strength increased by 1 point! * Agility increased by 1 point! When I arrived in front of the shop it was still closed, I considered waking up Bartholomew by shouting but I’d get mauled later so I considered visiting Lilith for a few minutes since it’s still early so I went to the Wizards guild a few blocks from here. It was a short walk and I found the guild open and entered, I greeted the old lady at the desk and proceeded upstairs to Lilith’s identification room. “Hey Lilith, good morning!” I greeted her with a broad smile that changed to a gaping O when I saw what was in front of me. She was soaked in some white substance and was splayed on the floor wriggling trying to get up. oh god, it looks so much like….no… I shouldn’t think of it! “Lilith! Do you need help?! What happened?! No, don’t answer that.” I was beet red from looking at her and tried yanking her to stand. I even saw a little bit of the forbidden fruit * Gulp* “ Eek! Gilgamesh! What are you doing here?!” She was shouting like there was a molester on her and was trying to stand whoever it was in vain. Well if someone would come inside the room and saw this they would think I was the molester… “I was trying to make a simple alchemy potion to practice my alchemy but when you came in I lost focus and dropped a few liquid ether that was necessary and it exploded on me as you can see.” She was stammering and trying to wipe away the sticky white substance. (lol) “Oh well at least you didn’t hurt yourself much, I was just passing by and saying hello, if you’d like to chat sometime just holler at me by the smith shop!” “Jeez! You could have just whispered me!” She was pouting and trying to clean the liquid with a mop, looking comical wearing a long purple mage’s gown that hugged every inch of her nice bode. “I could have but I wouldn’t see this good stuff now would I?” I was laughing lightly and was looking around and considered trying to learn the identification skill from her so I approached here about this. “Lilith, could you teach me basic identification? I’d like to learn it if you could teach me so I wouldn’t have to come back every time I go on an adventure and it would be useful on some quests. Of course I’d compensate you if I get enough money.” I asked here with sincerity and was wondering if she’d accept this proposition, since she was already intermediate and was a licensed identificator I guessed that she could teach me if she wanted. “Hmm okay Gilgamesh I’ll teach you, but I would like 20% of your profit for 2 dungeons you clear. I will come with you when you try to go on a dungeon so that you won’t die easily and I can help you out when you are in a pinch! As long as you won’t tell anyone what happened today!” She blurted this with a blushed expression and was hurrying behind the counter. She’s cute, hope I could get a girlfriend like her soon. “Okay Deal! Thanks for helping me out, now should we start?” I went towards the counter and was expecting to do something to get the skill. “Take this small book and sword , read the book till you understand on how to identify and when you’re confident enough to identify the sword come back here.” Triing! | You Received: Tips on Identification for Beginners!It is a book on the basics and fundamentals of identification. Read it to familiarize yourself on the general classifications of items and the different branches on item effects. | | --- | | You Received: Unknown Sword. | | --- | I took the seat near the windows and started reading the small book, it was an amazingly detailed book that contained the general list of items and effects that you could find on each item and how to classify the rareness of an item based on its sheen, glow, and certain appendages on the items. I didn’t realize it that I spent an hour reading it till a system notice broke my concentration. Triing! | You completed the book: Tips on Identification for Beginners | | --- | | Wisdom increased by 1 point! | | --- | | Intelligence increased by 2 points! | | --- | I smiled from the stats that was given from just reading the small book, I figured I should visit the library one of this days to increase some more stats for mana, I went back to Lilith who was entertaining a customer and waited till the transaction was finished. “Lilith I am ready to identify the sword, watch! Identify!” I took the sword in my hand and touched the hilt of the sword and was greeted with the ring of a success. Trring! | You have successfully identified: Theatre Play Sword!Durability: 5/5 Attack: 1-3A blunt sword that is used in theatrical plays on stage, not much for killing but you can use it to slap your foes.Restriction: None. | | --- | Trring! | You have learnt Identification Level 1(Basic) | | --- | “Good! You got the gist of it, now I can return this sword to the actor.” She beamed with pride at seeing me finish identifying on my first try. “Thanks for the book, here it is. I got to get back to the forge, thanks again for the skill Lilith you rock!” I gave the small pocketbook back and waved goodbye and dashed back to the forge where I knew Bartholomew was waiting with his hammer. *shiver* “Gilgamesh get your arse inside this minute, stop slacking boy! We got a lot of stuff to do today!” He was shouting even though I was still a few blocks away when he saw me. I had to run as fast as I could just to keep him from throwing his hammer at me. “Sorry boss, I went to Lilith to greet her and I kind of lost track of time to learn identification…” I told him sheepishly and started walking to where the gloves and apron are to start the day ahead. “Year right you were just flirting with her to get inside her pants.” He was smirking at me while shoving me inside to rush in. The days went by fast having to work on the blacksmith shop till the afternoon and practice archery, swords and twin daggers in the evening. At the 14th day working in the forges I had finally reached the stage where I can learn blacksmithing with intermediate level on repair. Triing! | Repairing skill leveled up! Reached Repairing Level 1: 0.00 %( Intermediate) – Can identify higher grades of items and can now learn basic blacksmithing. | | --- | By constantly repairing and sharpening as well as working on the fires I had acquired a lot of stat bonuses as well as upgrades on my skills. I also learnt the endurance stat and learnt the sustenance stat. I had an increase of 10 vitality, 11 strength, 16 agility and 30 stamina as well as an additional 5% fire resistance just from the daily Smithing for 2 weeks. Triing! | New Stat Learnt! Endurance – reduces physical damage inflicted by the enemy, and even increases the user’s life by a small amountNew Stat learnt! SustenanceYou are likely to use less stamina in action. You are prohibited from distributing stat bonus points to this stat. | | --- | From the nightly training sessions I had learnt the basic sword skill, knife skill, archery as well accumulating several stats: 13 strength, 10 agility, 10 vitality, 20 stamina, and a new stat called Fighting spirit. Triing! | -Fighting SpiritDecreases the pressure that NPCs and other players can give off due to having a higher level than oneselfPossible to cower creatures of a lower level than oneself with a glareTemporally call on superhuman strengthRaised by fighting creatures of a higher level than oneselfRaised by continuously fighting creaturesYou may not distribute bonus stat points to Fighting Spirit | | --- | | -Sword MasteryIncreases attack power with a sword (+10 % pr level at beginner)Increases attack speed with a sword (+3 % pr level at beginner)Raised by sword fighting | | --- | | -Archery Increases attack power with a Bow (+10 % pr level at beginner)Increases attack speed with a Bow (+3 % pr level at beginner)Raised by using a bow | | --- | So I had a status window looking like this: | Status Window | | | --- | --- | | Character: Gilgamesh | Alignment: Neutral | | Level 1 | Class: None | | Title: None | Fame: None | | Health: 300 | Mana: 140 | | Stamina: 65+50 | Fighting Spirit: 10 | | Strength: 42+15 | Agility: 40+5 | | Sustenance: 5 | Charisma: 5 | | Wisdom: 6 | Intellect: 7+5 | | Endurance: 5 | Vitality: 30 | | Attack: 15-19 | Defense: 8 | | Fire Resistance: 6% | Earth Resistance: 0% | | Air Resistance: 0% | Water Resistance: 0% | | -Due to your race being infused with Blood Elf Magic you gain additional stats when you level/age. Str, Dex, Int + 5-Due to the Darfellan ancestry you gain Sta, Charisma and Str every time you level. Str+ 5,Cha+5 Stam+ 50 | | I was amazed how much stats I had amassed from playing for 2 weeks non-stop in-game, it really helps that its only 2 hrs in RL where its 8hrs in game for rest so I was pretty much optimizing my time. That way I went to Bartholomew to teach me how to make some weapons and armor. “Hey Bartholomew~ your apprentice wants to learn blacksmithing, can you teach me please?” I was asking him like an eager kid waiting for his lollipop. “Finally eh? Well suit up and heat some iron there and let’s start making your first sword.” He indicated some ores on the side and we started working on melting and purifying the ores. “Okay put the iron on the mold and wait for it to harden a bit and cool it, reheat and hammer it to a desired shape and cool and repeat.” He demonstrated where to hit, told me how long each kind of ore is to be heated and cooled and left me to my sword. A few hours of hammering and heating and cooling and finally I had that distinct sound. Triing! | You have made: Basic Iron Sword!Durability: 15/15 Attack: 3-6A sword made from basic iron, was forged from the hands of a novice. It is durable and has minimal attack. Good for killing rabbits.Restriction: Str 20, Vit 30 | | --- | Triing! | Learnt Blacksmithing Level 1: 0.00% 0 (Basic)- Can create armour made of different kinds of metals, as well as enhance themCan create different kinds of weapons, as well as enhance themIf using a blacksmithing hammer one can enhance the created items by 10% it is implied that different hammers my give different bonuses to the blacksmithing)Raised by forging armour and weapons | | --- | “Well done Gilgamesh! It is a good sword for starters, let’s see you make an armor and shield, and then you can take them for yourself after.” He then took me to pick good wood for the shield and leathers to use for a basic armor. I tinkered a few hours on making a shield and leather armor till I was satisfied with what I had and was surprised by gaining the handicraft. Triing! | You have successfully made Basic Oaken ShieldDurability: 15/15 Defense: 5Made from hard oak, can deflect arrows and basic sword attacks. Has a decent damage.Restrictions: 30 Str and 25 Vit | | --- | | You have made Basic Leather ArmorDurability: 20/20 Defense: 10Basic leather armor made from deer and rabbit hides. Can absorb minimal damage and is comfy to wear. Made by a novice, you’d look a bit better wearing it than novice outfits, barely looking better. No restrictions. | | --- | | You have learnt Handicraft Level 1: 0.00% (Bsic) -Increases attack power with melee and long ranged weapons (+3% at Beginner level 3, meaning probably 1% pr level.)Increases attack with rower and fists (+5% at Beginner level 3 = 5/3= 1 and 2/3 % ~ 1,67 % pr level) Raised as a byproduct of other craft related skills | | --- | | You have raised your Blacksmithing skills by level 2 (Basic) | | --- | | You have raised you handicaraft skill by 20% | | --- | | You have raised you handicaraft skill by 23% | | --- | “Bartholomew I’m finish, take a look at my work!” I hollered for him to come and see what I had made and was smiling as I told him I also got a new skill called handicraft. “That’s a very important skill in making better crafts as well as increasing your damage to a certain point, be sure to practice more.” He was happy of what I had done and let me go for the day and let me rest, I whispered Lilith about the events of the past week and how I know blacksmithing skill now. “That’s great Gilgamesh; maybe you can make me a new staff soon! By the way, try and focus on finishing the basic training in the training hall for this last 2 weeks so we can be prepared to go find a dungeon when you can leave the city.” She was telling me about certain bonuses when you complete the basic training and where there are more advancement after you complete it and a reward of a new weapon. “Okay I will, thanks Lilith. I will go tell Bartholomew I’ll focus on the training hall for a few weeks and I’ll look for a good place we can raid soon.” I said my goodbyes to Lilith and went back to the Blacksmith shop and told Bartholomew that I would be staying in the training hall for a while and to call me when he needs help. “I’ll be missing a few hands but it’s better that you’d get prepared for your first adventure, be sure to come back and make your new weapons here after your dungeon. Here is your pay for the last time with a little extra.” He looked a bit sad and took a few coins out of his pocket, he gave me 20 Silver and 10 copper which made my total savings to 2gold and 70 silver which was not bad for 2 weeks. I went back to the Training hall and took out my new sword and started with basic slashes while warming up to advanced sword styles in the Organization 9 swords division, starting with Fencing to Bushido styles. I took out my Dagger after 2 hours of sword play and started on single styled stabs and slashes till I had reached dual wielding styles in doble eskrima. Sweat was pouring in buckets but I was happy for moving my body, it felt natural to me from years of military training. I spent the last 2 weeks of my stay in Morata in the training hall honing my in game fighting skills till it was on par or more with my real life capabilities. I stilled visit the blacksmith shop to practice my blacksmith skills and help out Bartholomew. It was on the last day of my stay in the city that I got the confirmation from the training instructor that I had finish my basic training and had several stats increase as well as fame. Triing! * Strength rises by 1 point. (+1 STR) * Agility rises by 1 point. (+1 AGI) * Vitality rises by 1 point. (+1 VIT) * Fame rises by 20 point. (+20 FAME) * Life rises by 100 point. (+100 HP) I had a total of 9 additional strength including the completion of the basic training as well as 12 agility, 14 vitality, 10 stamina, 5 endurance and 11 fighting spirit points including the fame and additional life points. “Status Window!” I wanted to see how much I had trained myself for 4 weeks of blood and sweat and was contented by what I saw. | Status Window | | | --- | --- | | Character: Gilgamesh | Alignment: Neutral | | Level 1 | Class: None | | Title: None | Fame: 20 | | Health: 640 | Mana: 140 | | Stamina: 65+50 | Fighting Spirit: 21 | | Strength: 51+15 | Agility: 52+5 | | Sustenance: 5 | Charisma: 5 | | Wisdom: 6 | Intellect: 7+5 | | Endurance: 10 | Vitality: 44 | | Attack: 27-29 | Defense: 18 | | Fire Resistance: 6% | Earth Resistance: 0% | | Air Resistance: 0% | Water Resistance: 0% | | -Due to your race being infused with Blood Elf Magic you gain additional stats when you level/age. Str, Dex, Int + 5-Due to the Darfellan ancestry you gain Sta, Charisma and Str every time you level. Str+ 5,Cha+5 Stam+ 50 | | “Gilgamesh, as you have completed the basic training you can choose a weapon you are proficient in to be given to you.” The instructor was piling weapons and told me to choose a weapon. “Instructor I would like a knife that would accompany my dagger here so I can dual wield.” I told him while picking up the knife and identified it. “Identify!” Triing! | Hard Iron Knife:Durability: 54/54Damage: 10-14Awarded to those who completed the Basic Training Program. This widely-used knife is better than basic type weapons that are available in a blacksmith’s workshop.Equip:+5 STR+5 DEXRequirement:STR 20+DEX 15+ | | --- | It was a good knife, I thanked the instructor and was preparing to leave but I stopped when I saw on my peripheral vision that somebody was purposefully walking to me so I turned and waited for the person to reach me. “Excuse me sir, but I saw that you completed the basic training program and liked to ask if you would like to accompany me in a dungeon I have found. By the way I am called Rex, I am a level 22 Warrior, and so what would you say?” I seized him up if he could be capable of defending himself, I didn’t need any deadweight when I’m out and about. He looked strong and capable of handling himself, he was about 5ft 11, he was muscular and had a strong presence. I decided to ask more about this dungeon and asked if I could tag a friend along. “Call me Gilgamesh, I wonder if I could take my friend along, she is a wizard and would only observer us till we can’t handle the fights anymore, but I would like to ask first what is the location and name of this dungeon and the type of monsters we are facing if you have the information.” “Okay Gilgamesh, it’s called the Frost Gnomes Dungeon, it’s a 4 leveled underground labyrinth that has monsters ranging from 10-99. We could take it slow in the nearby field till you can handle the dungeon.” “Sounds alright to me, let me whisper my friend and we can meet up tomorrow?” “Alright, tomorrow then by the north gate, be sure to check the Light Tower tonight for the buffs and the other statues; tell your friend to do the same and while we’re at it add me as a friend.” We exchanged information and said our farewells and after I whispered Lilith about the Dungeon that I was going to and wondered if she wanted to come along. “Okay Gilgamesh, lets meet up later by the Light Tower and make sure to prepare for the trip tomorrow!” “Okay Lilith, see you later.” I went to the nearest market and bought some herbs and bandages as well as some more Barley Bread and jogged to the Tower of Light where I saw Lilith was waiting in a cute Red Robe that only hanged above her legs. I approached her and gave her a big smile. “Hey Lilith nice dress! Let’s go nearer to the tower, I like the lights coming out at night, it’s a great view.” I took her hand and dragged her to my favorite spot underneath a pine tree that was beside the pond and we waited for the light show to appear. It was like a date, we ate good food that she prepared shared stories and just laid down and waited for the morning to come. Morning came and we finished our preparation and walked to the north gate where Rex was waiting for us, he only had a bag on his back and 2 swords on his sides. He had a big grin and was coming to greet us. “Good morning love birds! I guessed you had a good night’s rest, for the beautiful ladies information my name is Rex, 24 and single.” He said this with a frivolous bow and a wink to Lilith which made her red and shy towards my back. “Okay Rex I’m still level 1 so let’s get out and hunt a few animals before heading to that dungeon of yours. I’ve been itching to kill something the entire month I was here.” I told him as I was walking towards a fox that I saw near the bushes, I took out my bow and aimed at the little red Fox and shoot. | You had dealth 20 damage to the enemy. | | --- | The fox growled and raced towards me not afraid to meet his death, I took out my 2 daggers and activated my Blood Manipulation mastery. The fox skidded to a halt when it saw me with a swirling red aura dashing to him. It tried to run but I had a high agility and made short work on it by dashing beside it and stabbed it on the back of its cranium while sending a few stabs on the stomach with my Blood elf Dagger. | Blood Manipulation Aura is active, damage done will increase hp regeneration. | | --- | | Critical hit | | --- | | Damage dealt to fox 20! | | --- | | Damage dealt to fox 20! | | --- | | Damage dealt to fox 20! | | --- | | Fox is killed. | | --- | | Basic Level upgraded to level 2 | | --- | I was stunned, the fox died too easily! It took only 2-3 hits from a level 1 as myself and I even had my life restored from the stabs I dealt to it. I even gained a level from 1 monster fight, it got me excited and my brain was rushing on the possibilities I could do now. I had a feral smile on my face when I looked back on my companions who were gaping at what they saw. They quickly ran to my side and looked at the corpse of the fox and back at me several times. “Dude how the hell did you do that?! What class are you? You just shot an arrow and ran so fast to clash with a fox at level 1! You even killed it with a few hits when a party needs to kill a fox on level 1!” Rex was spouting like crazy on what he saw, it was beyond human capabilities from a level 1 individual who just got out of the city and didn’t even try to kill a rabbit. Lilith was knitting her brows together trying to make sense of it all, “Gil, what skill was that? The one where you were engulfed in a red light, it looked evil and sinister.” She was shooting accusing eyes on me that told me to better cough up or feel her wrath. “Okay you know that dagger that I let you identify right? Well it’s for my race and I’m a Blood Elf, the first kind. I was granted Blood Manipulation magic. So I can siphon blood from myself or my enemies to use.” I awkwardly explained my race and skill benefits and told them to keep it a secret. “Damn it feels like your cheating with those benefits, hell it IS cheating.” Rex was rolling his eyes and was walking to the direction we need to go to reach the dungeon. “Sorry Rex, Lilith, I didn’t mean to keep it from you guys, I thought I was rather common now since its late in the game.” I gave a sheepish grin and said a few more sorry statements.. “Oh well, what’s done is done let’s just get to that gnomes so I can release some anger.” Lilith was fuming a bit since here she was suffering in her first months in the game and there was Gilgamesh who skipped all those and had a very rare class. The three went deeper in cold forest and killed a few more wolves and foxes, there were a few near death encounters from frost kobolds which almost killed Rex and Gilgamesh if it were not from Lilith who made short work with the trolls with her magic since she was a few levels higher. They arrived at a medium looking cave that was surrounded with players and gnomes riding a few wolves and some walking gnomes holding sticks whacking some players around. “Well, were here. Let’s start with helping those two kids crying running towards us.” I said as I was drawing my sword to practice with. “Well just sit here and wait for you to finish, you’re already too strong for all this mobs.” Rex was snorting and sat on a boulder while Lilith was trying to make a fire with a fireball. These guys look like they are on a picnic while those people in the cave are having it hard. “What a start for an adventure.” I was shaking my head and had a grin on my face while charging to the goblins that were harassing the kids. To be Continued-

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Chapter 1:<br><br>Alex checked through his inventory, and found an empty bottle, and 10 packs of rations. Alex wanting to explore this new city,set off into the darkest street he could find. While Alex was walking, he found out that the layout of this city was similar to a regular city, in that there was no uniform order. Alex, now lost, had to find his way to the shooting range, because he wanted to get training as soon as he could, for the 4 weeks he was stuck inside the city boundaries.<br><br>Alex started to run towards the training hall, but accidentally bumped into some NPCs, an old man and his grandson. After hurriedly apologizing, he wanted to get to the training hall as fast as possible. But was blocked in his path by the grandson, who pointed a gun at his head.<br><br>“Wait.”<br><br>Alex was told to wait with a gun at his head while the old man got up and said:<br><br>“Young man, where are you going in a hurry? If you are that energetic, can you deliver something for me as payment for knocking me over?”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Quest received!<br>A mysterious old man, who was walking with his grandson, has asked you to deliver something for him as payment for knocking him over.<br>Quest rewards: You don’t die<br>Quest requirements: Have knocked the old man over while running.<br>Quest penalty if failed or refused: Killed and you will be unable to log in for 24 hours<br>Quest difficulty: F-</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>[Quest accepted]<br><br>“What?!”<br><br>Alex was confused and angry at the old man, if he had a gun in his hands, he probably would have attacked him right on the street. But, as he had a gun next to his head, he calmed down and waited for the old man to finish what he was saying.<br><br>“I am an old man now, and unable to walk long distances. If you would deliver this package to Commander George, in the Dark Shadows’ base just around the block, it would be very helpful.”<br><br>Alex nodded his head and took the package, before slowly backing away, never turning his back on them. Right before he left, the old man called out,<br><br>“By the way, my name is David. But be careful how you tell him it’s from me, or you may end up as a splat on of the road.”<br><br>Alex, after taking those words to heart, continued to back away, and then, he started to walk to the Dark Shadows’ base.<br><br>When he arrived at the base, which was made out of dark marble, yet didn’t reflect any light at all, all he saw was a building made of shadows, with a door that wasn’t able to be seen, if you didn’t look closely.<br><br>He walked into the base, full of people equipped with combat gear, and carrying guns.<br><br>A soldier suddenly appeared through the wall and asked,<br><br>“What is a chump like you doing here? We don’t accept any half-assed basterds into our unit.”<br><br>Alex replied, “ I’m here to deliver a package to Commander George.”<br><br>The Rude Soldier started to shake and quiver after just hearing his name, and he just barely managed to reply,<br><br>“H-H-He w-will be up in his o-o-office”<br><br>Alex did not know where to go, and started to walk to the nearest map to find out where his office was. Fear was gathering in his body after seeing the soldier, who looked as if he killed babies in his sleep, reduced to a shaking, crying kid who got looked like someone had stolen all of his candy.<br><br>Alex located where Commander George’s office was on the map, and then despaired. It was on the 100th floor, but right underneath the number of 100, there was a message that said: “No elevator access. Must take stairs from floor 1.”<br><br>Alex, resigned to his fate, started to walk on up the stairs to the 100th floor.<br><br>When he reached the 50th floor, a stat window popped up.<br><br>[Stamina has permanently increased by 1]<br>[Agility has permanently increased by 1]<br>[Vitality has permanently increased by 1]<br><br>Alex was too tired to notice the stat window, and continue to mindlessly walk up the stairs.<br><br>By the time he reached the top, his Stamina had increased by 10, Agility by 20, Strength by 5 and Vitality by 5.<br><br>Once he was at the top, he saw a man who had broad shoulders, and was more muscular than a bodybuilder. Around him, shadows would swirl, and sometimes, he would disappear from sight. On his desk, Alex saw a dark gun made entirely out of shadows.<br><br>Alex received a fear debuff just from looking at the Commander, and as the Commander slowly turned around to face Alex, Alex started to shiver, as the room suddenly dropped in temperature. The Commander asked, “ What is a weakling like you doing in my office.”<br><br>Alex, scared beyond belief, needed to constantly suppress his desire to run away. His legs were shaking under him, and simply remaining calm in the face of this frightening being was impossible. He opened his mouth and barely managed to squeeze out the words, “I-I’m h-h-here t-t-to deliv-v-ver a package.”<br>In a voice that would make bloodthirsty demons run away in fright, he asked,“FROM WHOM?!”<br><br>Alex, who now forgot about everything the old man had said, didn’t remember that he should carefully reveal the sender of the package, and simply told him, “F-F-F-From David s-s-s-sir.<br><br>Then suddenly, the aura of bloodlust and fear disappeared, and the Commander started to laugh. <br><br>“David sent you? He must be laughing his ass off, imagining your reaction to me. So what is in this package?” <br><br>Alex replied, “I don’t know. I was never told the details.”<br><br>As the Commander unraveled the package, he asked Alex if he wanted to train as a Dark Shadow.<br><br>“You must have great potential if you were able to stand your ground against my Aura of Fear. How would you like to train to become a Dark Shadow?”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You can change your class to a Dark Shadow Beginner!<br>If you accept it, you will receive training on how to use the shadow beings’ special abilities, and will gain new skills. After accepting this class, you will first have to go through a 4-week training program.<br>Do you want to convert now?<br>Yes|No</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Alex thought that he had managed to get a very good offer, and so he answered,<br><br>“Yes.”<br><br>But if you ask him in 5-weeks’ time if he should have accepted, he would probably say something along the lines of, “not even if they threatened to kill me in real life”.<br><br>After he accepted the profession, the shadows on his hand suddenly swirled all around him, and then a bunch of status windows appeared,<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have gained the skill Aura of Shadows! [Active] [Passive]<br><br>Your affinity with shadows allows you to show it to the world. Enemy damage reduced by 0.5% while the skill is active. Your shadow-based bullets and spells will do 10% more damage.<br>Mobs of lower level than you will lose hp at a rate of level/20 hp per second. Skill will evolve as it levels up and how you use it.<br><br>Each level will reduce damage by an additional 0.5%, and mana costs will decrease and damage will increase by 1%.<br>When active, costs 10 mana per second.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have gained the skill Shadow Blade! [Active] <br><br>You are able to create a blade of shadows from your wrists that do 10-18 damage. Can be coupled with Shadow Control for an even greater effect.<br><br>Skill will evolve as it levels.<br>When active, costs 20 mana per second.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have gained the skill Shadow Understanding! [Passive] <br><br>You will understand the Shadows more and more.With new understanding of the Shadows, you are able to give your Shadow Blades or Bullets different traits. When this skill reaches the Intermediate stage, you can imbue regular Bullets with the traits of Shadows.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have gained the skill Shadow Bullets! [Active] <br><br>You are able to shoot Bullets made of Shadows that will deal 20-30 damage, as well as 10-15 splash damage.<br><br>With Shadow Understanding, Bullets will be given different traits as the user imagines.<br><br>Each Bullet will cost 50 Mana.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have gained Dark Shadows Beginner Armour!<br><br>With your initiation into the Dark Shadows, you are given the armour that is given to all Initiates. Armour provides a buff to all Shadow-based skills, and can be temporarily enhanced with Shadow Control. The armour will be located in your inventory.<br><br>Requirements: Must be a Beginner or higher Dark Shadow</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>After Alex’s transformation was complete, he had on a completely different outfit, and the shadows swirling on his hands were thicker and were now swirling around his wrists as well. But then, he saw the Commander give a wicked smile, and his Aura of Fear was back on. Immediately, Alex started to regret his decision.<br><br>The Commander, now completely different from how he was previously, opened his mouth and said with an evil smile on his face, “ Now that you are one of us, I expect you to finish out the 4 week training course, or we can make sure you never want to live again.” <br><br>And so, Alex’s devilish training began. </div>

Chapter 1: Alex checked through his inventory, and found an empty bottle, and 10 packs of rations. Alex wanting to explore this new city,set off into the darkest street he could find. While Alex was walking, he found out that the layout of this city was similar to a regular city, in that there was no uniform order. Alex, now lost, had to find his way to the shooting range, because he wanted to get training as soon as he could, for the 4 weeks he was stuck inside the city boundaries. Alex started to run towards the training hall, but accidentally bumped into some NPCs, an old man and his grandson. After hurriedly apologizing, he wanted to get to the training hall as fast as possible. But was blocked in his path by the grandson, who pointed a gun at his head. “Wait.” Alex was told to wait with a gun at his head while the old man got up and said: “Young man, where are you going in a hurry? If you are that energetic, can you deliver something for me as payment for knocking me over?” | Quest received!A mysterious old man, who was walking with his grandson, has asked you to deliver something for him as payment for knocking him over.Quest rewards: You don’t dieQuest requirements: Have knocked the old man over while running.Quest penalty if failed or refused: Killed and you will be unable to log in for 24 hoursQuest difficulty: F- | | --- | [Quest accepted] “What?!” Alex was confused and angry at the old man, if he had a gun in his hands, he probably would have attacked him right on the street. But, as he had a gun next to his head, he calmed down and waited for the old man to finish what he was saying. “I am an old man now, and unable to walk long distances. If you would deliver this package to Commander George, in the Dark Shadows’ base just around the block, it would be very helpful.” Alex nodded his head and took the package, before slowly backing away, never turning his back on them. Right before he left, the old man called out, “By the way, my name is David. But be careful how you tell him it’s from me, or you may end up as a splat on of the road.” Alex, after taking those words to heart, continued to back away, and then, he started to walk to the Dark Shadows’ base. When he arrived at the base, which was made out of dark marble, yet didn’t reflect any light at all, all he saw was a building made of shadows, with a door that wasn’t able to be seen, if you didn’t look closely. He walked into the base, full of people equipped with combat gear, and carrying guns. A soldier suddenly appeared through the wall and asked, “What is a chump like you doing here? We don’t accept any half-assed basterds into our unit.” Alex replied, “ I’m here to deliver a package to Commander George.” The Rude Soldier started to shake and quiver after just hearing his name, and he just barely managed to reply, “H-H-He w-will be up in his o-o-office” Alex did not know where to go, and started to walk to the nearest map to find out where his office was. Fear was gathering in his body after seeing the soldier, who looked as if he killed babies in his sleep, reduced to a shaking, crying kid who got looked like someone had stolen all of his candy. Alex located where Commander George’s office was on the map, and then despaired. It was on the 100th floor, but right underneath the number of 100, there was a message that said: “No elevator access. Must take stairs from floor 1.” Alex, resigned to his fate, started to walk on up the stairs to the 100th floor. When he reached the 50th floor, a stat window popped up. [Stamina has permanently increased by 1] [Agility has permanently increased by 1] [Vitality has permanently increased by 1] Alex was too tired to notice the stat window, and continue to mindlessly walk up the stairs. By the time he reached the top, his Stamina had increased by 10, Agility by 20, Strength by 5 and Vitality by 5. Once he was at the top, he saw a man who had broad shoulders, and was more muscular than a bodybuilder. Around him, shadows would swirl, and sometimes, he would disappear from sight. On his desk, Alex saw a dark gun made entirely out of shadows. Alex received a fear debuff just from looking at the Commander, and as the Commander slowly turned around to face Alex, Alex started to shiver, as the room suddenly dropped in temperature. The Commander asked, “ What is a weakling like you doing in my office.” Alex, scared beyond belief, needed to constantly suppress his desire to run away. His legs were shaking under him, and simply remaining calm in the face of this frightening being was impossible. He opened his mouth and barely managed to squeeze out the words, “I-I’m h-h-here t-t-to deliv-v-ver a package.” In a voice that would make bloodthirsty demons run away in fright, he asked,“FROM WHOM?!” Alex, who now forgot about everything the old man had said, didn’t remember that he should carefully reveal the sender of the package, and simply told him, “F-F-F-From David s-s-s-sir. Then suddenly, the aura of bloodlust and fear disappeared, and the Commander started to laugh. “David sent you? He must be laughing his ass off, imagining your reaction to me. So what is in this package?” Alex replied, “I don’t know. I was never told the details.” As the Commander unraveled the package, he asked Alex if he wanted to train as a Dark Shadow. “You must have great potential if you were able to stand your ground against my Aura of Fear. How would you like to train to become a Dark Shadow?” | You can change your class to a Dark Shadow Beginner!If you accept it, you will receive training on how to use the shadow beings’ special abilities, and will gain new skills. After accepting this class, you will first have to go through a 4-week training program.Do you want to convert now?Yes|No | | --- | Alex thought that he had managed to get a very good offer, and so he answered, “Yes.” But if you ask him in 5-weeks’ time if he should have accepted, he would probably say something along the lines of, “not even if they threatened to kill me in real life”. After he accepted the profession, the shadows on his hand suddenly swirled all around him, and then a bunch of status windows appeared, | You have gained the skill Aura of Shadows! [Active] [Passive]Your affinity with shadows allows you to show it to the world. Enemy damage reduced by 0.5% while the skill is active. Your shadow-based bullets and spells will do 10% more damage.Mobs of lower level than you will lose hp at a rate of level/20 hp per second. Skill will evolve as it levels up and how you use it.Each level will reduce damage by an additional 0.5%, and mana costs will decrease and damage will increase by 1%.When active, costs 10 mana per second. | | --- | | You have gained the skill Shadow Blade! [Active] You are able to create a blade of shadows from your wrists that do 10-18 damage. Can be coupled with Shadow Control for an even greater effect.Skill will evolve as it levels.When active, costs 20 mana per second. | | --- | | You have gained the skill Shadow Understanding! [Passive] You will understand the Shadows more and more.With new understanding of the Shadows, you are able to give your Shadow Blades or Bullets different traits. When this skill reaches the Intermediate stage, you can imbue regular Bullets with the traits of Shadows. | | --- | | You have gained the skill Shadow Bullets! [Active] You are able to shoot Bullets made of Shadows that will deal 20-30 damage, as well as 10-15 splash damage.With Shadow Understanding, Bullets will be given different traits as the user imagines.Each Bullet will cost 50 Mana. | | --- | | You have gained Dark Shadows Beginner Armour!With your initiation into the Dark Shadows, you are given the armour that is given to all Initiates. Armour provides a buff to all Shadow-based skills, and can be temporarily enhanced with Shadow Control. The armour will be located in your inventory.Requirements: Must be a Beginner or higher Dark Shadow | | --- | After Alex’s transformation was complete, he had on a completely different outfit, and the shadows swirling on his hands were thicker and were now swirling around his wrists as well. But then, he saw the Commander give a wicked smile, and his Aura of Fear was back on. Immediately, Alex started to regret his decision. The Commander, now completely different from how he was previously, opened his mouth and said with an evil smile on his face, “ Now that you are one of us, I expect you to finish out the 4 week training course, or we can make sure you never want to live again.” And so, Alex’s devilish training began.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> 11 months ago when players heard of the encashable character scheme, only 0.1% reactivated their accounts. These players didn’t want to encash their characters as Royal Road was a classic game for them. Their characters were treasured parts of their lives and they just wanted to keep a copy of it for themselves. Some, who had very high level accounts, took the risk as they were assured they could make money on such high level characters, either through encashing or limited edition collectors market.<br><br>9 months later, on KMC Media’s press release of the rumored prize money, another 0.2% activated their accounts. This was far lower than what Jin Hyuna had expected given the size of the prize money and the fact that they that they leaked out the rumor, but as Media experts explained it to the common man how this was a marketing plot and no one should believe what was being said. Experts also pointed out how even if the unlikely rumor was true, beating the game alone was unlikely. So naturally the rewards would have to be split amongst a large group. Most just considered it buying a lottery ticket. So only the risk takers took the risk, the ones who were only too happy to play the other VRMMORPGs ignored the idea of activation. The remaining 99.7% of the characters and items were deleted when the games were finally closed last week. 9 million accounts had been reactivated. Hyun had intended for this to happen; reactivation fees were $10, and Unicorn had made a sweet $90 million. Lee Hyun also reduced all other financial costs as they freed up much unwanted server space. The marketing and finance department fell in love with Lee Hyun as he brought in money and reduced the costs. <br><br>Initially, the prices of the encashables fell from tentative rates to the guaranteed price of $10, as most people were hoping to cash their characters and items for money at the tentative rates Lee Hyun had talked about. However, with the news of no monetary compensation for at least a year, the reserve price for each character was all they could hope for. Then came in confirmed reports of the prize money and the prices for these characters shot up. Unicorn provided a trading forum which clarified the prices for everyone. Royal Road characters were trading for at least at twice as much as the other game characters (of similar level) because when one encashed Royal Road characters, the bonus stats that one received were up to 1.5 times more than that of the other characters and items. In the first 6 hours of the forum going online, a total of 2 million trades had been conducted. The entire plan to leak the rumor to the media, the option to encash characters for rewards, had been masterminded by him. Lee Hyun knew that if the reward was large enough, players would never want to encash their characters and would, at best, trade them, if not use them. Lee Hyun had no intention of surrendering any money whatsoever. <br><br>The news of the $1 billion USD (stands for US Dollar, which is what i've been guessing it to be) prize money spread like wildfire. Professional gaming companies began posting the news on every major WVMMORPG site, while solo players reached out to family and friends. Whether it was by internet or word or mouth, people around the world were slowly learning about the massive prize money. Different people had different reasons for talking about it. Some couldn't believe the size of the money, so they asked friends to check and confirm the rumors. Some solo players began forming groups with their families in hopes of winning the prize. Some pro-gaming companies believed they had no hope of winning the prize after studying everything there was about Lee Hyun and Weed- The God of Pro-gaming.They concluded that winning the prize money would have to be a group achievement/effort, at the very least, so it was more profitable to support rich players(I do not believe the "to reach the top" is necessary, but add it if you want here) and charge a commission. Yet there were some professional gamers (and companies) who took up the challenge. They were confident that they could beat a 60 year old man at his game, and it were these people who fueled the speculation that the game was beatable. Most of Professor Weed's students advocated the same, saying that Lee Hyun had been out of the VRMMORPG world for nearly 20 years now. All in all, everyone was slowly convinced that there was a fair chance to beat the game.<br><br>All major game developers were taken by complete surprise by the news. Just a while ago they were laughing of how Lee Hyun had failed Unicorn. Royal Road 2 (as they nick named it – supposedly an insult had only 1.5 million pre-registered players that was on par with what the worst VRMMORPG could manage. In the first 15 minutes of going online only 2% users logged on (industry average was closer to 15%). Some game developers were scheduled to give interviews later in the week to talk about the rise and fall of VR game development companies (Unicorn Corp was the base theme). But in a flash, the news of prize money started trickling in. It wasn’t the first time money was offered. Usually the amount of money offered in massive PvP events or cyber contests was $100,000 and the most being $250,000. But such events were on rare and never garnered any attention. The game developers wanted to jump into action and stop Unicorn, but what could they do? Many years ago, when Unicorn had more than 50 million members, companies would follow Unicorn related news and rumors. But they all took Lee Hyun as a joke for a CEO. Most of them didn’t have any counter measure team assembled and those who did had no reliable information. As the development of Elementarem Vim was top secret, the only information these teams had was conflicting rumors. Game developers stood glued to their screens as they watch how the number of sales of Elementarem Vim steadily increased. <br><br>Stock analysts who had been claiming how everything was a planned marketing stunt were left at a loss of words. They checked and double checked Unicorn Corps financial statements but nowhere could they see the billion dollar fund available to back the stock market. There had been no press release of any new investment either (except of Lee Hyun’s $50 million). When Lee Hyun initially managed to bring in cash to Unicorn through pre-sales and his investment, they cheered him and Unicorn’s share prices went as high as 5,000 won. But these financial experts were always demanding instantaneous results (in Lee Hyun’s mind they were very disconnected from reality). The financial experts had no understanding of Lee Hyun’s business strategy as it went completely over them. They quickly began recommending their clients to sell Unicorn’s shares and the prices tumbled from 4,000 won to 1,000 won. However, as they saw the number of sales increase, quickly changed their minds and recommended people to buy Unicorns shares (prices closed at 3,500 won). Lee Hyun was monitoring the share prices around the clock. His feet went cold when he saw the price dip to as low as 1,000 won but he somewhat recovered as the price did. Unicorn was nearly worth a billion dollars, but it was nowhere close to filling Lee Hyun’s greed. At the end he was still very bitter that it closed much lower than he expected. He could not sleep that night as his company lost 500 won per share. He kept thinking how someone had take a bite off his precious money.<br>Millions of players checked news feeds, game information sharing websites to cross check the truthfulness of the report. Everyone was skeptical to begin but little by little as Media houses confirmed the news, an unprecedented rush to play Royal Road: Elementarem Vim sparked off. Within a single day of its launch, Unicorn sold 2 million access ids.<br><br>Lee Hyun and several game programmers sat in the cinema hall. The hall had been remodeled in the last 11 months to look more like a war room (which also happened to be the name Lee Hyun christened it with). Lee Hyun had cried when the remodeling took place. He did not want it. He was more than happy to walk on stage and give talks to the audience. All he could think as he stood in the room was how his precious money was spent so uselessly. But his hands were tied in the matter; when Lee Hyun revealed the ideas for the new game most programmers immediately cited the need for a master control room. Lee Hyun always agreed with them initially but when they started talking about purchasing expensive hardware for the control room Lee Hyun refused. Several of the senior most programmers threatened to walkout of Unicorn if Lee Hyun forced them to work on old computers (very very old). Finally, after much arguing, Lee Hyun gave in. <br><br>Kang Jin Cheol was most worried when he heard about this incident. He was not worried about the remodeling or Lee Hyun giving in. He was worried about the programmers, if Lee Hyun gave something he always took back so much more. His fears were confirmed when once visited the game program development floor, it was very similar to the times when everyone used to go hunting with Weed. Non-stop monster killing, bandaging, repairs and repairs; to the point Pale and others would beg Irene to let them die. The scene on this floor was very similar, people were speed typing away infinitely long codes while their eye color was bloodshot red. Everyone had large dark circles under their eyes highlighting how sleep deprived they were; if Kang Jin Cheol didn’t personally know them, he would have mistaken them for zombies. As Kang Jin Cheol scanned the room, he found Lee Hyun serving extra strong coffee (with lots of sugar) to anyone who yawned and those who fell a sleep had the pain of feeling ice cubes being slid down their backs.….There were many questions as to how Unicorn managed to complete the game in 11 months, if only they knew what Kang Jin Cheol saw.<br><br>Back to the present era, Lee Hyun remembered the time when he prepared for Royal Road. His rooms walls were covered with paper and news article clippings and he owned the oldest computer. The war room was very similar to his old room, there were glass screens in front of each seat in the war room. Nearly two hundred game programmers were on monitoring the game’s condition and performance through these screens. The central main cinema screen was replaced with 3 large screens. From this war room, Lee Hyun could monitor the game, stock prices and any information he needed. When Jin Hyuna asked Lee Hyun why he needed such a room, the reply she got was “Cause we are going to war.” Jin Hyuna never understood Lee Hyun, she still didn’t understand him.<br><br>War it was. Lee Hyun had staked a billion dollars and he was going to do everything to ensure no one stole it from him. It was the God of War on one side and the world on the other. Kang Jin Cheol wondered whom did the odds really favour?<br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>Authors Note:<br><br>1. Unicorn offered +$30 billion for beating Royal Road. (See Vol 2: Chapter 6). However, they could only do as they charged $300 per month during that time being the first VR game of such epic proportion (Again See Vol 2: Chapter 6). As more VR games came out and monthly subscription charges fell, the amount of prize money that could be offered also fell. Furthermore, there were a whole bunch of costs (as explained in chapter 1)which made paying ridiculous sums of money impossible. In the last 20 years or so, no company offered massive pay outs (its not like they had the money to do so).<br>2. Editing Credits BluesShadows.<br><br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Connect to Royal Road – Elementarem Vim next Chapter?</td></tr><tr><td colspan="2"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=286" target="_blank">Yes</a></td><td colspan="2"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=348" target="_blank">No</a></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- </div>

11 months ago when players heard of the encashable character scheme, only 0.1% reactivated their accounts. These players didn’t want to encash their characters as Royal Road was a classic game for them. Their characters were treasured parts of their lives and they just wanted to keep a copy of it for themselves. Some, who had very high level accounts, took the risk as they were assured they could make money on such high level characters, either through encashing or limited edition collectors market. 9 months later, on KMC Media’s press release of the rumored prize money, another 0.2% activated their accounts. This was far lower than what Jin Hyuna had expected given the size of the prize money and the fact that they that they leaked out the rumor, but as Media experts explained it to the common man how this was a marketing plot and no one should believe what was being said. Experts also pointed out how even if the unlikely rumor was true, beating the game alone was unlikely. So naturally the rewards would have to be split amongst a large group. Most just considered it buying a lottery ticket. So only the risk takers took the risk, the ones who were only too happy to play the other VRMMORPGs ignored the idea of activation. The remaining 99.7% of the characters and items were deleted when the games were finally closed last week. 9 million accounts had been reactivated. Hyun had intended for this to happen; reactivation fees were $10, and Unicorn had made a sweet $90 million. Lee Hyun also reduced all other financial costs as they freed up much unwanted server space. The marketing and finance department fell in love with Lee Hyun as he brought in money and reduced the costs. Initially, the prices of the encashables fell from tentative rates to the guaranteed price of $10, as most people were hoping to cash their characters and items for money at the tentative rates Lee Hyun had talked about. However, with the news of no monetary compensation for at least a year, the reserve price for each character was all they could hope for. Then came in confirmed reports of the prize money and the prices for these characters shot up. Unicorn provided a trading forum which clarified the prices for everyone. Royal Road characters were trading for at least at twice as much as the other game characters (of similar level) because when one encashed Royal Road characters, the bonus stats that one received were up to 1.5 times more than that of the other characters and items. In the first 6 hours of the forum going online, a total of 2 million trades had been conducted. The entire plan to leak the rumor to the media, the option to encash characters for rewards, had been masterminded by him. Lee Hyun knew that if the reward was large enough, players would never want to encash their characters and would, at best, trade them, if not use them. Lee Hyun had no intention of surrendering any money whatsoever. The news of the $1 billion USD (stands for US Dollar, which is what i've been guessing it to be) prize money spread like wildfire. Professional gaming companies began posting the news on every major WVMMORPG site, while solo players reached out to family and friends. Whether it was by internet or word or mouth, people around the world were slowly learning about the massive prize money. Different people had different reasons for talking about it. Some couldn't believe the size of the money, so they asked friends to check and confirm the rumors. Some solo players began forming groups with their families in hopes of winning the prize. Some pro-gaming companies believed they had no hope of winning the prize after studying everything there was about Lee Hyun and Weed- The God of Pro-gaming.They concluded that winning the prize money would have to be a group achievement/effort, at the very least, so it was more profitable to support rich players(I do not believe the "to reach the top" is necessary, but add it if you want here) and charge a commission. Yet there were some professional gamers (and companies) who took up the challenge. They were confident that they could beat a 60 year old man at his game, and it were these people who fueled the speculation that the game was beatable. Most of Professor Weed's students advocated the same, saying that Lee Hyun had been out of the VRMMORPG world for nearly 20 years now. All in all, everyone was slowly convinced that there was a fair chance to beat the game. All major game developers were taken by complete surprise by the news. Just a while ago they were laughing of how Lee Hyun had failed Unicorn. Royal Road 2 (as they nick named it – supposedly an insult had only 1.5 million pre-registered players that was on par with what the worst VRMMORPG could manage. In the first 15 minutes of going online only 2% users logged on (industry average was closer to 15%). Some game developers were scheduled to give interviews later in the week to talk about the rise and fall of VR game development companies (Unicorn Corp was the base theme). But in a flash, the news of prize money started trickling in. It wasn’t the first time money was offered. Usually the amount of money offered in massive PvP events or cyber contests was $100,000 and the most being $250,000. But such events were on rare and never garnered any attention. The game developers wanted to jump into action and stop Unicorn, but what could they do? Many years ago, when Unicorn had more than 50 million members, companies would follow Unicorn related news and rumors. But they all took Lee Hyun as a joke for a CEO. Most of them didn’t have any counter measure team assembled and those who did had no reliable information. As the development of Elementarem Vim was top secret, the only information these teams had was conflicting rumors. Game developers stood glued to their screens as they watch how the number of sales of Elementarem Vim steadily increased. Stock analysts who had been claiming how everything was a planned marketing stunt were left at a loss of words. They checked and double checked Unicorn Corps financial statements but nowhere could they see the billion dollar fund available to back the stock market. There had been no press release of any new investment either (except of Lee Hyun’s $50 million). When Lee Hyun initially managed to bring in cash to Unicorn through pre-sales and his investment, they cheered him and Unicorn’s share prices went as high as 5,000 won. But these financial experts were always demanding instantaneous results (in Lee Hyun’s mind they were very disconnected from reality). The financial experts had no understanding of Lee Hyun’s business strategy as it went completely over them. They quickly began recommending their clients to sell Unicorn’s shares and the prices tumbled from 4,000 won to 1,000 won. However, as they saw the number of sales increase, quickly changed their minds and recommended people to buy Unicorns shares (prices closed at 3,500 won). Lee Hyun was monitoring the share prices around the clock. His feet went cold when he saw the price dip to as low as 1,000 won but he somewhat recovered as the price did. Unicorn was nearly worth a billion dollars, but it was nowhere close to filling Lee Hyun’s greed. At the end he was still very bitter that it closed much lower than he expected. He could not sleep that night as his company lost 500 won per share. He kept thinking how someone had take a bite off his precious money. Millions of players checked news feeds, game information sharing websites to cross check the truthfulness of the report. Everyone was skeptical to begin but little by little as Media houses confirmed the news, an unprecedented rush to play Royal Road: Elementarem Vim sparked off. Within a single day of its launch, Unicorn sold 2 million access ids. Lee Hyun and several game programmers sat in the cinema hall. The hall had been remodeled in the last 11 months to look more like a war room (which also happened to be the name Lee Hyun christened it with). Lee Hyun had cried when the remodeling took place. He did not want it. He was more than happy to walk on stage and give talks to the audience. All he could think as he stood in the room was how his precious money was spent so uselessly. But his hands were tied in the matter; when Lee Hyun revealed the ideas for the new game most programmers immediately cited the need for a master control room. Lee Hyun always agreed with them initially but when they started talking about purchasing expensive hardware for the control room Lee Hyun refused. Several of the senior most programmers threatened to walkout of Unicorn if Lee Hyun forced them to work on old computers (very very old). Finally, after much arguing, Lee Hyun gave in. Kang Jin Cheol was most worried when he heard about this incident. He was not worried about the remodeling or Lee Hyun giving in. He was worried about the programmers, if Lee Hyun gave something he always took back so much more. His fears were confirmed when once visited the game program development floor, it was very similar to the times when everyone used to go hunting with Weed. Non-stop monster killing, bandaging, repairs and repairs; to the point Pale and others would beg Irene to let them die. The scene on this floor was very similar, people were speed typing away infinitely long codes while their eye color was bloodshot red. Everyone had large dark circles under their eyes highlighting how sleep deprived they were; if Kang Jin Cheol didn’t personally know them, he would have mistaken them for zombies. As Kang Jin Cheol scanned the room, he found Lee Hyun serving extra strong coffee (with lots of sugar) to anyone who yawned and those who fell a sleep had the pain of feeling ice cubes being slid down their backs.….There were many questions as to how Unicorn managed to complete the game in 11 months, if only they knew what Kang Jin Cheol saw. Back to the present era, Lee Hyun remembered the time when he prepared for Royal Road. His rooms walls were covered with paper and news article clippings and he owned the oldest computer. The war room was very similar to his old room, there were glass screens in front of each seat in the war room. Nearly two hundred game programmers were on monitoring the game’s condition and performance through these screens. The central main cinema screen was replaced with 3 large screens. From this war room, Lee Hyun could monitor the game, stock prices and any information he needed. When Jin Hyuna asked Lee Hyun why he needed such a room, the reply she got was “Cause we are going to war.” Jin Hyuna never understood Lee Hyun, she still didn’t understand him. War it was. Lee Hyun had staked a billion dollars and he was going to do everything to ensure no one stole it from him. It was the God of War on one side and the world on the other. Kang Jin Cheol wondered whom did the odds really favour? ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Authors Note: 1. Unicorn offered +$30 billion for beating Royal Road. (See Vol 2: Chapter 6). However, they could only do as they charged $300 per month during that time being the first VR game of such epic proportion (Again See Vol 2: Chapter 6). As more VR games came out and monthly subscription charges fell, the amount of prize money that could be offered also fell. Furthermore, there were a whole bunch of costs (as explained in chapter 1)which made paying ridiculous sums of money impossible. In the last 20 years or so, no company offered massive pay outs (its not like they had the money to do so). 2. Editing Credits BluesShadows. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | Connect to Royal Road – Elementarem Vim next Chapter? | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | [Yes](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=286) | | [No](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=348) | | --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Arthe had left the arena and was looking for Mathis so that he could turn in his Grand Melee quest, he found him waiting outside the castle armory with another man that he didn't know.<br><br>"Hey Mathis, I've come to turn in that quest you gave me."<br><br>Mathis turned towards Arthe and walked over with his hand outstretched, he then proceeded to shake Arthe's hand vigorously.<br><br>"Congratulations lad I saw the whole thing, you were magnificent, and the way you dispatched those fighters ganging up on the princess was fantastic. I didn't know you had that kind of ability in you. So I'd best give you that reward you've been waiting for hadn't I?"<br><br>"Ding"<br>Quest completed.<br>You have triumphed over all other competitors in the Grand Melee, proving yourself a top ranked fighter in the kingdom of Baldur.<br><br>You have leveled up<br>You have leveled up<br>You have leveled up<br><br>Fame increased by 500<br>Reputation with Baldur Kingdom increased by 200<br>Honor Points increased by 50<br>You have Received Breastplate of the Loyal Retainer.<br>You have Received Leg-guards of the Loyal Retainer.<br><br><br>Breastplate of the Loyal Retainer:<br>Durability: 150/150<br>Defense: 100<br>This Breastplate was presented to the most Loyal of the Kingdom of Numenors Knights. Once left to rust it has been fully restored over a long period of time by an extremely skilled Blacksmith<br><br>Equip:<br>+40 STR<br>+30 STAM<br>+200 Honor<br>+20% chance to dodge incoming projectiles<br>+20% chance to reflect 15% of all incoming damage<br><br>Requirements:<br>Must have Honor Stat<br>Must have won the Grand Melee<br>STR +80<br>Honor +100<br><br><br>Leg-guards of the Loyal Retainer:<br>Durability: 150/150<br>Defense: 70<br>This Leg armor was presented to the most Loyal of the Kingdom of Numenors Knights. Once left to rust it has been fully restored over a long period of time by an extremely skilled Blacksmith<br><br>Equip:<br>+40 STR<br>+30 END<br>+200 Honor<br>+20% Attack Speed<br>+20% resistance to movement restricting effects<br><br>Requirements:<br>Must have Honor Stat<br>Must have won the Grand Melee<br>STR +80<br>AGI+50<br>Honor +150<br><br>Arthe finally had some decent leg armor, he had been wearing the started gear for over 50 levels now and it had been difficult to fight well and guard his lower half too. Plus the Armor gave him massive bonuses to his honor stat which would allow him to take on more quests given by Baldur Kingdom officials, he looked pretty good too.<br>His helmet was in the style of those worn by medieval crusaders but it had swept back wings on the sides, his breastplate and leg-guards were bright silver with gold embossed patterns. These along with his gold gauntlets and shield gave him the look of a heroic champion of good, in fact as soon as he equipped his new armor he felt himself standing a little bit taller and he walked with a bit more swagger.<br><br>"Now that that's out of the way I'd like to introduce you to Knight-Captain Heimdall, leader of the Paladin order in Ymrheim city. He has come to invite you to join there order on the recommendation of myself and Cadfael." Mathis said to Arthe after he had finished equipping his new gear.<br><br>"Indeed, I have heard many good things about your bravery and faith. I can see that the reports do not do you justice. I had not expected you to have such faith already, many of our initiates have only limited piety and so much of their training is taken up with prayer and learning. However I can see that you will not need such lessons and will be ready to join our more advance training about blessings and other such skills." Heimdall responded with a searching glance of Arthe.<br><br>"I thank you for your kind words Knight-Captain but I am but a Humble fighter, I still have much to learn about Freya's bounty and many trials of faith to overcome until I am fit to hear such words from you." Arthe replied thinking that it never hurt to show humility to those of high rank.<br>"Mathis you did not tell me he was so humble, I shall have to recruit him quickly so he can put the other initiates to shame and show them how a paladin of Freya must behave."<br><br>Mathis grinned and then shook Arthe's hand again, whispering into his ear as he did so. After this he bade goodbye to Heimdall and left.<br><br>Heimdall then turned to Arthe and gestured for him to follow, as they exited the castle Arthe took one last look around the training ground and waved goodbye to Cassis who was stood on the rampart above the gate.<br><br>Arthe followed Heimdall out of the city and after a 2 day journey they arrived at a small fort situated halfway up a mountain, the fort had many pennants and flags flying from the ramparts and the walls were manned by many people wearing gleaming plate armor. As they entered the courtyard Arthe saw a chapel on the far side as well as a Keep that appeared to be built into the mountainside itself.<br><br>"What is this place Knight-Captain? Who could build such a fortress and why so far out into the wilderness?" Arthe asked, honestly curious.<br><br>"This is the fortress of (Solitude, no just kidding) Vanaheim, training center for Paladins and one of the great secret fastnesses of our order. Only those deemed worthy to become paladins are ever taken to these places. Once here none may leave unless they pass the final trials, those who fail become the Protectors of the fortress and guard the trainees as well as watch over our sacred treasures. This is where you will undergo your training and be granted knowledge of the holy magics bestowed upon paladins."<br><br>Heimdall then showed the way to the barracks and thus began his training as a paladin candidate, he started his training with his stats looking like this:<br><br> <div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto">[tr]<table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Name</td><td width="25%">Arthedain</td><td width="25%">Primary Class</td><td width="25%">Knight</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health</td><td width="25%">3754</td><td width="25%">Mana</td><td width="25%">763</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Level</td><td width="25%">54</td><td width="25%">Title</td><td width="25%">The Marvelous Monster Masher of the Mausoleum</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health Regen/Sec</td><td width="25%">54.5</td><td width="25%">Mana Regen/Sec</td><td width="25%">49.7</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Strength</td><td width="25%">203+222</td><td width="25%">Agility</td><td width="25%">112+132</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Wisdom</td><td width="25%">42+12</td><td width="25%">Intelligence</td><td width="25%">31+12</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Stamina</td><td width="25%">76+50</td><td width="25%">Vitality</td><td width="25%">92+106</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Faith</td><td width="25%">467+110</td><td width="25%">Sustenance</td><td width="25%">57</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Honor</td><td width="25%">1180+100</td><td width="25%">Fame</td><td width="25%">1350+100</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Attack</td><td width="25%">210</td><td width="25%">Defense</td><td width="25%">445</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">All combat related stats increased by +20 <br> Honor increased by +100<br> Fame increased by +100<br> Enables you to equip certain items specialized for the class.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>... who knew what they would look like after his training.<br><br><br><br><br><br>Authors note: I know this is a short chapter but I'm not 100% sure on what Arthe will do next, should I skip the training and have him turn into an absolutely hench fighter or do I write a chapter about his final trials as a paladin candidate? All input is welcome. </div>

Arthe had left the arena and was looking for Mathis so that he could turn in his Grand Melee quest, he found him waiting outside the castle armory with another man that he didn't know. "Hey Mathis, I've come to turn in that quest you gave me." Mathis turned towards Arthe and walked over with his hand outstretched, he then proceeded to shake Arthe's hand vigorously. "Congratulations lad I saw the whole thing, you were magnificent, and the way you dispatched those fighters ganging up on the princess was fantastic. I didn't know you had that kind of ability in you. So I'd best give you that reward you've been waiting for hadn't I?" "Ding" Quest completed. You have triumphed over all other competitors in the Grand Melee, proving yourself a top ranked fighter in the kingdom of Baldur. You have leveled up You have leveled up You have leveled up Fame increased by 500 Reputation with Baldur Kingdom increased by 200 Honor Points increased by 50 You have Received Breastplate of the Loyal Retainer. You have Received Leg-guards of the Loyal Retainer. Breastplate of the Loyal Retainer: Durability: 150/150 Defense: 100 This Breastplate was presented to the most Loyal of the Kingdom of Numenors Knights. Once left to rust it has been fully restored over a long period of time by an extremely skilled Blacksmith Equip: +40 STR +30 STAM +200 Honor +20% chance to dodge incoming projectiles +20% chance to reflect 15% of all incoming damage Requirements: Must have Honor Stat Must have won the Grand Melee STR +80 Honor +100 Leg-guards of the Loyal Retainer: Durability: 150/150 Defense: 70 This Leg armor was presented to the most Loyal of the Kingdom of Numenors Knights. Once left to rust it has been fully restored over a long period of time by an extremely skilled Blacksmith Equip: +40 STR +30 END +200 Honor +20% Attack Speed +20% resistance to movement restricting effects Requirements: Must have Honor Stat Must have won the Grand Melee STR +80 AGI+50 Honor +150 Arthe finally had some decent leg armor, he had been wearing the started gear for over 50 levels now and it had been difficult to fight well and guard his lower half too. Plus the Armor gave him massive bonuses to his honor stat which would allow him to take on more quests given by Baldur Kingdom officials, he looked pretty good too. His helmet was in the style of those worn by medieval crusaders but it had swept back wings on the sides, his breastplate and leg-guards were bright silver with gold embossed patterns. These along with his gold gauntlets and shield gave him the look of a heroic champion of good, in fact as soon as he equipped his new armor he felt himself standing a little bit taller and he walked with a bit more swagger. "Now that that's out of the way I'd like to introduce you to Knight-Captain Heimdall, leader of the Paladin order in Ymrheim city. He has come to invite you to join there order on the recommendation of myself and Cadfael." Mathis said to Arthe after he had finished equipping his new gear. "Indeed, I have heard many good things about your bravery and faith. I can see that the reports do not do you justice. I had not expected you to have such faith already, many of our initiates have only limited piety and so much of their training is taken up with prayer and learning. However I can see that you will not need such lessons and will be ready to join our more advance training about blessings and other such skills." Heimdall responded with a searching glance of Arthe. "I thank you for your kind words Knight-Captain but I am but a Humble fighter, I still have much to learn about Freya's bounty and many trials of faith to overcome until I am fit to hear such words from you." Arthe replied thinking that it never hurt to show humility to those of high rank. "Mathis you did not tell me he was so humble, I shall have to recruit him quickly so he can put the other initiates to shame and show them how a paladin of Freya must behave." Mathis grinned and then shook Arthe's hand again, whispering into his ear as he did so. After this he bade goodbye to Heimdall and left. Heimdall then turned to Arthe and gestured for him to follow, as they exited the castle Arthe took one last look around the training ground and waved goodbye to Cassis who was stood on the rampart above the gate. Arthe followed Heimdall out of the city and after a 2 day journey they arrived at a small fort situated halfway up a mountain, the fort had many pennants and flags flying from the ramparts and the walls were manned by many people wearing gleaming plate armor. As they entered the courtyard Arthe saw a chapel on the far side as well as a Keep that appeared to be built into the mountainside itself. "What is this place Knight-Captain? Who could build such a fortress and why so far out into the wilderness?" Arthe asked, honestly curious. "This is the fortress of (Solitude, no just kidding) Vanaheim, training center for Paladins and one of the great secret fastnesses of our order. Only those deemed worthy to become paladins are ever taken to these places. Once here none may leave unless they pass the final trials, those who fail become the Protectors of the fortress and guard the trainees as well as watch over our sacred treasures. This is where you will undergo your training and be granted knowledge of the holy magics bestowed upon paladins." Heimdall then showed the way to the barracks and thus began his training as a paladin candidate, he started his training with his stats looking like this: [tr] | Name | Arthedain | Primary Class | Knight | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Health | 3754 | Mana | 763 | | Level | 54 | Title | The Marvelous Monster Masher of the Mausoleum | | Health Regen/Sec | 54.5 | Mana Regen/Sec | 49.7 | | Strength | 203+222 | Agility | 112+132 | | Wisdom | 42+12 | Intelligence | 31+12 | | Stamina | 76+50 | Vitality | 92+106 | | Faith | 467+110 | Sustenance | 57 | | Honor | 1180+100 | Fame | 1350+100 | | Attack | 210 | Defense | 445 | | All combat related stats increased by +20 Honor increased by +100 Fame increased by +100 Enables you to equip certain items specialized for the class. | | | | ... who knew what they would look like after his training. Authors note: I know this is a short chapter but I'm not 100% sure on what Arthe will do next, should I skip the training and have him turn into an absolutely hench fighter or do I write a chapter about his final trials as a paladin candidate? All input is welcome.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> I rested really well. And woke up to find that I was not alone in my bed. I checked under my blanket. Indeed. A length of blond hair fell all around me. Judging from the pleasant sensation I had, the owner still stuck to the habit of sticking to my back when sleeping. I was figuring out what to do when a sweet voice came from behind. <br><br>“That is cold of you, ignoring a beautiful girl like me snuggling to you.”<br><br>“Celine… could you stop doing that, please?” I replied in exasperation.<br><br>“You should stop sleeping on my bed when you are already twe…”<br><br>I never got to finish the sentence, as a slender pair of hands snaked around my neck and proceeded to strangle me. It was not a serious attempt on my life. Still, it left me flailing around and choking a little.<br><br>“What could you be talking about, Father…. I am still eighteen.”<br><br>“Y-Yes. You are still eighteen. And you should stop this bad habit of yours!” I finally managed to free myself. I fell off the bed though, in exchange for the safe escape. <br><br><br><br>“So. I see that you have finally started playing Royal Road.” <br><br>I was brewing my morning coffee. If everything in my life was messed up badly, my coffee brewing skill was the only constant. I ignored her completely. She knew better than to talk to me while I was brewing coffee.<br><br>Two cups were prepared for today. I used china cups today too, compared to my usual mug. To finish it up, I put two spoons of honey. <br><br>“It is as good as usual,”said Celine. She was bad with bitter-tasting stuff. I let her enjoy her coffee for the moment.<br><br>“Daniel asked you to check up on me, didn’t he?” I got straight to the point.<br><br>*sips*<br><br>I made the cardinal rule that no rushing when drinking coffee in my house. That included talking. “Reply when you are ready!” was my motto for drinking coffee while talking. She took a couple more, before replying with the obvious answer. <br><br>“You had been avoiding him these last couple days. He was worried.” <br><br>“Kuhh…. He had to call you, of all people.” <br><br>“Hey!” She yelled indignantly.<br><br>Okay. That was my bad. Celine was not a bad daughter at all. But I do not handle her very well since she figured out my little secret.<br><br>I drank my coffee to let the atmosphere recover to a neutral state. She knew I always said a lot of things I never meant. She had not changed at all from how she looked since she was… fifteen? Sixteen? I could not say that I recall exactly.<br><br>Her body had stuck to her pre-pubescent look, though her ability to present herself had moved beyond that. Right at this moment, she was wearing my oversized sweater. One shoulder was falling dangerously low to expose the beginning of one side of her breast. I always thought she had the most beautiful hair I had ever seen. Blond like spun gold. It made a good combination with her green eyes, that shone like ambers. Her chin had always been narrow and pointed, with a delicate-looking small nose. Everything about her proportion was rather delicate anyway.<br><br>She was stuck at the height of 159 cm, and never grew any further. The rest of her bodily development stopped there too. <br><br>Did not sound like I was describing my own daughter? Well, she wasn’t. She was my adopted daughter. The eldest, anyway. <br><br>“Is it okay for you to be away from your work?” <br><br>“I am in between jobs at the moment. Next week will be earliest I am starting,” she said.<br><br>“Another movie?”<br><br>“No. Photoshoot.”<br><br>Well, yeah. My eldest daughter was a star. A damn good one too. She did plenty of teenage romance movies since she started. Her current, quite twisted personality,might entirely be my fault (Author: most assuredly it was!).<br><br>The habit of sleeping in my bed, well…. She spent plenty of time sleeping with me on rainy nights. She used to have quite an acute fear of thunder, ghosts and darkness. The habit somehow carried over too long, and she chose to not break it, no matter what I did. There was one point I thought it became inappropriate for both of us to sleep in the same bed, and I started locking the door. I quit after she got sick from sleeping in front of my door,though. <br><br>As to her claim that she remained eighteen? She was eighteen when she was worrying whether she would grow up to be a pretty woman. In my stupid moments of inspiration, I told her it was good, actually, since she would remain eighteen forever. Duh!<br><br>Her shamelessness in my presence was related to my secret, and would not be told today. Suffice to say, it troubled me greatly when she became this sort of vixen that continuously hounded me.<br><br>“What is the story here, Dad? Uncle Daniel guessed that you screwed something up.” <br><br>While speaking, she always had this habit of playing with her long tresses. Arranging them in one long bundle, stroking them. I kept drinking my coffee. For her, I might as well have shouted she was right.<br><br>“How bad is it?” <br><br>*sips*<br><br>“That bad? How could it possibly be that bad for a beginner? Did you allocate the wrong stat or something? No. that can’t be right.” <br><br>She was firing more possible answers while judging my reaction. I kept my face stony. Determined not to give her any reaction. Was it childish of me? Yes. Very much so.<br><br>I did the exact same thing to her. Firing answers while gauging her reaction. This was just a taste of my own medicine, that I had swallowed a very few times. I was much better at this than her, for your information.<br><br>After full five minutes, she gave up.<br><br>“You will not tell me?” <br><br>She asked in her most threatening manner. It was good. Her large eyes were nearly closed, with the pupil narrowing. All the facial muscles and body language said “Tell me or else….”. Too bad the effect was spoiled by the overly large sweater that drooped over one shoulder.<br><br>“No. I will take care of it on my own.”<br><br>I thought I had it until she cheated. She had to pull a trump card like that when she knew I was weak against it. What she did?<br><br>She began to slowly raise the hem of the sweater, very slowly, higher and higher. I cracked before it got a little beyond dangerous.<br>I told her everything that happened to me in-game.<br><br>Damn her for using my weakness. <br><br>Her mother used to be my secretary. Life was not easy for her, since she was a single mother. I was a jerk of a boss too, since I was quite young and had money to throw. No. We were not romantically involved. But she took a lot of my bad attempts at flirting and all methods of bad non-physical sexual harassment. Somehow, despite me appearing to be perverted, she saw through me and we became fast friends. It was also how I adopted her daughter when she died pretty young, from a random mugging gone wrong. At that time, she was one ten years old Celine Rose. During the adoption, I left her family name as the middle name. She was to become Celine Rose Hanover. <br><br>The little secret? It was not hard to figure out right? I chickened out when her mother called my bluff one day. Little Celine just had to catch us at a bad time too. It took some long explanation for her to get it. I think she got it too well. <br>Her resemblance to her mother was simply uncanny. Sarah, Celine’s mother, not to speak ill, was rather inept, but a hard worker. Her naivety was also the reason she had Celine young. As the father, I had to teach her some of the tough life lessons. Maybe I taught her too well too. <br><br>The first time she used the little nugget of secret she knew, was our argument on the path of her education. I was set on putting her to University. You know how those heated argument can lead to you saying weird stuff? I did not recall what I said. I think it was determination to be an actress. Sometimes an actress has to do pretty risqué stuff with their body. So she began stripping. Scared the life out of me. I shipped her out to an acting school with a stern warning never to do that again to me the next day.<br><br>Our relationship actually got better. With the catch of her using the above, to get me through some difficult phase of our occasional argument, or to make a point. <br><br>“Seriously? Cursed?” She laughed until she nearly fell off the chair. I had seen her laughing in several movies. This was her real, unrestrained laugh, outside the screen. Inelegant, rough. <br><br>“I….” I could not retort. There was no argument for messing up so badly.<br><br>I could have checked the item before equipping it. I could even wait for Minalan to show up and give it a once over. The fatherly approval kind. Instead, I just put it on my arm. Still, who checks a little girl’s gift for a cursed object, right?<br><br>“Settle down already! I know I screwed up bad!” <br><br>It took her a bit longer to get herself under control. She burst out laughing again pretty soon. I should not have told her the part where a little girl whacked me left and right, stuck a gigantic finger into my behind (it was not possible in-game. But it sure felt like it!) or giving me the nutty bar between my legs. I consoled myself that she would continue using the “self-stripping” method to get it out of me. This was the less painful way.<br><br>“But, seriously. Just stick with it. This Royal Road game has a lot of very unusual quests. I think, Dad, your quest will reward you with something pretty nifty.” <br><br>She then began to tell me of her character. She obviously played. It was her that sent me the capsule. I had to endure the delivery guy’s snigger too. The wrapping of the box was bright pink with red ribbons. See a possible gay joke here?<br><br>The capsule came with a small card of her character name, level, profession and current location. It ended with “Look me up if you are ever around!” and kiss mark signed with her intial, C.R.H. Daniel and his big mouth!<br><br>The talk soon moved on to other family members who are not present. Where they were at the moment (in-game), and what they were doing in real life. Celine was doing most of the talking, since I obviously knew too little about the world of Royal Road to put a picture. Suffice to say,the closest familiar face around me would be Daniel. <br><br>“Oh. Yes. I have to leave soon.” <br><br>Celine was looking at the grandfather clock that chimed high noon. <br><br>“You have to stay for lunch,” I told her. I would not allow a rejection.<br><br>“If you promise me you will cook.”<br><br>I grumbled a little, but set off to buy groceries a few minutes away,while she prepared herself to leave after lunch. Yes. I already said I am a slob. Thank you. <br><br>“It tastes as bad as usual,” exclaimed Celine.<br><br>“Then don’t eat it!” I grumbled again under my breath. I was not a good very good cook.<br><br>“Only these scrambled eggs are perfect.”<br><br>I made three dishes. While breakfast on my table usually consist of bread and coffee, lunch must have a meat dish, a vegetable dish and my signature perfectly-cooked and rich, deep, balanced taste of scrambled egg. Every one of my kids loves those.<br><br>Another one of my kid would know delicious food since she was a professional chef. She never complained about my eggs when all dishes failed to satisfy her palate.<br><br>She wore a white sundress with cute frills around the edges. The cut was modest, yet fit the image she wanted to present well. Someone eighteen. She ate daintily in order not to dirty her dress. <br><br>*Honk**Honk*<br><br>“I think that is my ride,”she finished up the last few bites of her food. Hastily drinking another cup of sweetened coffee. The forks and spoon were crossed on the plate. The napkins folded neatly on the right hand side after she had used it. I never taught her good table manners. Her late mother did.<br><br>I finished deciding that my portion would not finish within a minute, and abandoned it for the moment. <br><br>“How do I look?” She asked me, turning her head left and right.<br><br>“Perfect.” No other answer was accepted.<br><br>The golden tresses were swaying a little from a draft, a result of temperature difference between the temperature maintained inside and hot natural air outside. I always found the long lock falling across her left eye to be especially charming. <br><br>She hugged me and whispered her goodbye.<br><br>She also licked the meat sauce I missed on my left cheek before kissing the spot. <br><br>“Take good care of yourself, Dad. Sorry I cannot make it for your birthday. I will visit again for Christmas,” she beamed me her best smile. She already knew I never liked celebrating my birthday.<br><br>“No telling Daniel. Promise me that.” <br><br>“Eh! That is no fun!” <br><br>She still had an adolescent's terrible weakness for tickling. She agreed in ten seconds flat. I was merciless!<br><br>“Okay! Okay! Quit tickling me!” She said between gasping breaths and useless effort to escape my grasp.<br><br>Another peck on the other cheek (with ear nibble this time. Damn vixen!) and she was off. I watched the black sedan she disappeared into turn the corner.<br><br>It was a good day. <br><br>Time to play again, I guess.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="2"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=99&amp;t=642" target="_blank">&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; Previous Chapter</a></td><td colspan="2"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=99&amp;t=649" target="_blank">Next Chapter &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;</a></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>==========================================================================================================================================================<br>Author's Note:<br><br>1. Credit to -The Slacker- for the diligent PR<br>2. Credit to several people that helped with bouncing ideas, being good listener, and random talk that leads to some creative process. No idea if they wanted to be credited for now. But I will leave it open.<br>3. Special Credit to Veresliosi, Vim1inc, Saxenas1 for bouncing stuff around<br>4. Do let me know of mistakes you find. Try as me and my PR to spot them, we might miss some.<br>5. Sorry folks. I messed up a little on the format earlier. So I had to redo it. My apology to readers that had crossed eye by accident.<br>6. Enjoy the chapter! </div>

I rested really well. And woke up to find that I was not alone in my bed. I checked under my blanket. Indeed. A length of blond hair fell all around me. Judging from the pleasant sensation I had, the owner still stuck to the habit of sticking to my back when sleeping. I was figuring out what to do when a sweet voice came from behind. “That is cold of you, ignoring a beautiful girl like me snuggling to you.” “Celine… could you stop doing that, please?” I replied in exasperation. “You should stop sleeping on my bed when you are already twe…” I never got to finish the sentence, as a slender pair of hands snaked around my neck and proceeded to strangle me. It was not a serious attempt on my life. Still, it left me flailing around and choking a little. “What could you be talking about, Father…. I am still eighteen.” “Y-Yes. You are still eighteen. And you should stop this bad habit of yours!” I finally managed to free myself. I fell off the bed though, in exchange for the safe escape. “So. I see that you have finally started playing Royal Road.” I was brewing my morning coffee. If everything in my life was messed up badly, my coffee brewing skill was the only constant. I ignored her completely. She knew better than to talk to me while I was brewing coffee. Two cups were prepared for today. I used china cups today too, compared to my usual mug. To finish it up, I put two spoons of honey. “It is as good as usual,”said Celine. She was bad with bitter-tasting stuff. I let her enjoy her coffee for the moment. “Daniel asked you to check up on me, didn’t he?” I got straight to the point. *sips* I made the cardinal rule that no rushing when drinking coffee in my house. That included talking. “Reply when you are ready!” was my motto for drinking coffee while talking. She took a couple more, before replying with the obvious answer. “You had been avoiding him these last couple days. He was worried.” “Kuhh…. He had to call you, of all people.” “Hey!” She yelled indignantly. Okay. That was my bad. Celine was not a bad daughter at all. But I do not handle her very well since she figured out my little secret. I drank my coffee to let the atmosphere recover to a neutral state. She knew I always said a lot of things I never meant. She had not changed at all from how she looked since she was… fifteen? Sixteen? I could not say that I recall exactly. Her body had stuck to her pre-pubescent look, though her ability to present herself had moved beyond that. Right at this moment, she was wearing my oversized sweater. One shoulder was falling dangerously low to expose the beginning of one side of her breast. I always thought she had the most beautiful hair I had ever seen. Blond like spun gold. It made a good combination with her green eyes, that shone like ambers. Her chin had always been narrow and pointed, with a delicate-looking small nose. Everything about her proportion was rather delicate anyway. She was stuck at the height of 159 cm, and never grew any further. The rest of her bodily development stopped there too. Did not sound like I was describing my own daughter? Well, she wasn’t. She was my adopted daughter. The eldest, anyway. “Is it okay for you to be away from your work?” “I am in between jobs at the moment. Next week will be earliest I am starting,” she said. “Another movie?” “No. Photoshoot.” Well, yeah. My eldest daughter was a star. A damn good one too. She did plenty of teenage romance movies since she started. Her current, quite twisted personality,might entirely be my fault (Author: most assuredly it was!). The habit of sleeping in my bed, well…. She spent plenty of time sleeping with me on rainy nights. She used to have quite an acute fear of thunder, ghosts and darkness. The habit somehow carried over too long, and she chose to not break it, no matter what I did. There was one point I thought it became inappropriate for both of us to sleep in the same bed, and I started locking the door. I quit after she got sick from sleeping in front of my door,though. As to her claim that she remained eighteen? She was eighteen when she was worrying whether she would grow up to be a pretty woman. In my stupid moments of inspiration, I told her it was good, actually, since she would remain eighteen forever. Duh! Her shamelessness in my presence was related to my secret, and would not be told today. Suffice to say, it troubled me greatly when she became this sort of vixen that continuously hounded me. “What is the story here, Dad? Uncle Daniel guessed that you screwed something up.” While speaking, she always had this habit of playing with her long tresses. Arranging them in one long bundle, stroking them. I kept drinking my coffee. For her, I might as well have shouted she was right. “How bad is it?” *sips* “That bad? How could it possibly be that bad for a beginner? Did you allocate the wrong stat or something? No. that can’t be right.” She was firing more possible answers while judging my reaction. I kept my face stony. Determined not to give her any reaction. Was it childish of me? Yes. Very much so. I did the exact same thing to her. Firing answers while gauging her reaction. This was just a taste of my own medicine, that I had swallowed a very few times. I was much better at this than her, for your information. After full five minutes, she gave up. “You will not tell me?” She asked in her most threatening manner. It was good. Her large eyes were nearly closed, with the pupil narrowing. All the facial muscles and body language said “Tell me or else….”. Too bad the effect was spoiled by the overly large sweater that drooped over one shoulder. “No. I will take care of it on my own.” I thought I had it until she cheated. She had to pull a trump card like that when she knew I was weak against it. What she did? She began to slowly raise the hem of the sweater, very slowly, higher and higher. I cracked before it got a little beyond dangerous. I told her everything that happened to me in-game. Damn her for using my weakness. Her mother used to be my secretary. Life was not easy for her, since she was a single mother. I was a jerk of a boss too, since I was quite young and had money to throw. No. We were not romantically involved. But she took a lot of my bad attempts at flirting and all methods of bad non-physical sexual harassment. Somehow, despite me appearing to be perverted, she saw through me and we became fast friends. It was also how I adopted her daughter when she died pretty young, from a random mugging gone wrong. At that time, she was one ten years old Celine Rose. During the adoption, I left her family name as the middle name. She was to become Celine Rose Hanover. The little secret? It was not hard to figure out right? I chickened out when her mother called my bluff one day. Little Celine just had to catch us at a bad time too. It took some long explanation for her to get it. I think she got it too well. Her resemblance to her mother was simply uncanny. Sarah, Celine’s mother, not to speak ill, was rather inept, but a hard worker. Her naivety was also the reason she had Celine young. As the father, I had to teach her some of the tough life lessons. Maybe I taught her too well too. The first time she used the little nugget of secret she knew, was our argument on the path of her education. I was set on putting her to University. You know how those heated argument can lead to you saying weird stuff? I did not recall what I said. I think it was determination to be an actress. Sometimes an actress has to do pretty risqué stuff with their body. So she began stripping. Scared the life out of me. I shipped her out to an acting school with a stern warning never to do that again to me the next day. Our relationship actually got better. With the catch of her using the above, to get me through some difficult phase of our occasional argument, or to make a point. “Seriously? Cursed?” She laughed until she nearly fell off the chair. I had seen her laughing in several movies. This was her real, unrestrained laugh, outside the screen. Inelegant, rough. “I….” I could not retort. There was no argument for messing up so badly. I could have checked the item before equipping it. I could even wait for Minalan to show up and give it a once over. The fatherly approval kind. Instead, I just put it on my arm. Still, who checks a little girl’s gift for a cursed object, right? “Settle down already! I know I screwed up bad!” It took her a bit longer to get herself under control. She burst out laughing again pretty soon. I should not have told her the part where a little girl whacked me left and right, stuck a gigantic finger into my behind (it was not possible in-game. But it sure felt like it!) or giving me the nutty bar between my legs. I consoled myself that she would continue using the “self-stripping” method to get it out of me. This was the less painful way. “But, seriously. Just stick with it. This Royal Road game has a lot of very unusual quests. I think, Dad, your quest will reward you with something pretty nifty.” She then began to tell me of her character. She obviously played. It was her that sent me the capsule. I had to endure the delivery guy’s snigger too. The wrapping of the box was bright pink with red ribbons. See a possible gay joke here? The capsule came with a small card of her character name, level, profession and current location. It ended with “Look me up if you are ever around!” and kiss mark signed with her intial, C.R.H. Daniel and his big mouth! The talk soon moved on to other family members who are not present. Where they were at the moment (in-game), and what they were doing in real life. Celine was doing most of the talking, since I obviously knew too little about the world of Royal Road to put a picture. Suffice to say,the closest familiar face around me would be Daniel. “Oh. Yes. I have to leave soon.” Celine was looking at the grandfather clock that chimed high noon. “You have to stay for lunch,” I told her. I would not allow a rejection. “If you promise me you will cook.” I grumbled a little, but set off to buy groceries a few minutes away,while she prepared herself to leave after lunch. Yes. I already said I am a slob. Thank you. “It tastes as bad as usual,” exclaimed Celine. “Then don’t eat it!” I grumbled again under my breath. I was not a good very good cook. “Only these scrambled eggs are perfect.” I made three dishes. While breakfast on my table usually consist of bread and coffee, lunch must have a meat dish, a vegetable dish and my signature perfectly-cooked and rich, deep, balanced taste of scrambled egg. Every one of my kids loves those. Another one of my kid would know delicious food since she was a professional chef. She never complained about my eggs when all dishes failed to satisfy her palate. She wore a white sundress with cute frills around the edges. The cut was modest, yet fit the image she wanted to present well. Someone eighteen. She ate daintily in order not to dirty her dress. *Honk**Honk* “I think that is my ride,”she finished up the last few bites of her food. Hastily drinking another cup of sweetened coffee. The forks and spoon were crossed on the plate. The napkins folded neatly on the right hand side after she had used it. I never taught her good table manners. Her late mother did. I finished deciding that my portion would not finish within a minute, and abandoned it for the moment. “How do I look?” She asked me, turning her head left and right. “Perfect.” No other answer was accepted. The golden tresses were swaying a little from a draft, a result of temperature difference between the temperature maintained inside and hot natural air outside. I always found the long lock falling across her left eye to be especially charming. She hugged me and whispered her goodbye. She also licked the meat sauce I missed on my left cheek before kissing the spot. “Take good care of yourself, Dad. Sorry I cannot make it for your birthday. I will visit again for Christmas,” she beamed me her best smile. She already knew I never liked celebrating my birthday. “No telling Daniel. Promise me that.” “Eh! That is no fun!” She still had an adolescent's terrible weakness for tickling. She agreed in ten seconds flat. I was merciless! “Okay! Okay! Quit tickling me!” She said between gasping breaths and useless effort to escape my grasp. Another peck on the other cheek (with ear nibble this time. Damn vixen!) and she was off. I watched the black sedan she disappeared into turn the corner. 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<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> It had been 1 day since Arthe and Cadfael had entered the 5th floor of the dungeon and so far they had encountered more Goblins than they could count and the occasional group of Lizard-men, Arthe had also leveled up 5 times and was now level 40. Since getting the Sword skills of Ancient Numenor he had been consistently using them as much as possible and by doing so his Sword mastery had risen to Basic 9 83%, and he had been conscious that he had to get his Shield mastery up as well so he had been spamming Shield bash on every opponent he fought. By doing this it had risen to Basic 8 47%, unfortunately the amount it increased by had dropped dramatically, Arthe was of the opinion that in order to level it quicker he needed to learn a new Shield skill or have the Shield Spike equipped. <br><br>Still even though he was struggling to level Shield mastery Arthe was pretty satisfied with his overall gains; he'd picked up some great equipment, learned new skills and new stats and he even had a guarantee from Cadfael about an invitation to join the ranks of Freya's paladins. He'd also gained lots of experience about how to fight different kinds of monsters and also increased his fame by quite a lot, simply through killing all the monsters on each floor and some of his equipment gave him boosts to his fame as well.<br><br>Now he and Cadfael were about halfway through floor 5 and the monsters were getting harder and more skillful, the average level of the mobs was in the early 60's with some of them being around 68. Arthe knew that this probably meant the last floor boss was at least level 75 if not more, so he was being even more careful about increasing his skills when killing monsters. He knew that the skill bonuses might be his only lifeline when facing off against a creature that many levels higher than him.<br><br>Decapitating the last remaining foe in front of him using Targeted Thrust he was immediately bombarded with system messages:<br><br>You have Leveled up<br>Numenorian Sword Skills have increased to Basic level 3<br>Each attack will do slightly more damage. +3% damage increase<br>Sword mastery has increased to Intermediate level 1<br>+50% Attack power<br>Attack Power +150%<br>Attack speed +30%<br><br>You have learned a Passive skill: Analytical Blade<br><br>Analytical Blade:<br>You have persistently guided your weapon to strike at the weakest points on a foe. You are now so good at aiming for these critical areas that it has become second nature to you.<br>+40% chance of a critical hit.<br>+15% chance of an instant fatal blow against opponents the same level as you. <br>Fatal blow chance decreases by 1% per level higher than yours.<br><br>You have gained 50 Fame for slaying the more monsters in this dungeon than anyone else, ever.<br>You have received a title for your achievements in this dungeon. You will now be known as The Marvelous Monster Masher of the Mausoleum.<br>+100 Fame for as long as this title is used.<br><br>"Woah that's a lot of message boxes and a massive amount of skill leveling. Didn't think i was that close to leveling them, hmm this new passive skill sounds really useful. If i can get my level up another 5 times before i leave this dungeon then I'll still have a small chance of insta-killing even the highest level opponents in the grand melee." Arthe thought to himself after looking at the stream of system messages.<br><br>He and Cadfael then continued through the dungeon, making sure that every single room and cupboard was cleansed of monsters as they went, they butchered the last remaining Boggarts; Killed all the Kobolds; Lynched the Lizard-men and gutted the Goblin survivors. The few remaining monsters in the dungeon forever remembered that week as the Time of Destruction, it was spoken of in hushed tones and used to frighten monster children. <br><br>"Eat your food or the Duo will come, go to bed or the Shield Bash will get you, do as your told or you'll be Targeted by the Thrust." These and other tales of that horrible time were passed down for generations, the monsters in that dungeon became the most peaceful and law abiding creatures on the continent.<br><br>Back in the present time, Arthe and Cadfael had 2 days left to escape the dungeon and 3 days until the tournament. Luckily they had only got the Boss monster left to annihilate, plus Arthe had leveled up twice more in the mass murder inflicted upon the denizens of floor 5. He was now level 43 and felt quite prepared to take on the boss monster.<br><br>Walking along a passage that sloped steadily upward, the pair were confronted by an iron portcullis. Beyond the gateway all was dark save for a small shaft of light entering through a tiny window, which appeared to be set in another door at the far end of the chamber. The window provided just enough light for the duo to spot a large shadowy mass moving around the room. After a while of straining their eyes to get a better look they gave up, Arthe sat down and started to repair his equipment ready for the fight. Due to his need to constantly fix his gear after every fight his repair skill was now Basic level 7 67%, repairing his equipment after this boss fight would most likely put it on the edge of level 8 if not actually at it. He'd been working hard at his repair skills and had also made sure to collect all the rusty and broken gear dropped by the monsters so that he could repair them all at a later date, this way he could significantly raise his repair skill and hopefully get it to intermediate. <br><br>When that happened he could learn blacksmithing, he was looking forward to that because he wanted to be able to craft his own armor and he knew that Mathis would probably give him some pointers on how to make the most out of his crafting. When preparing for the fight he made sure to buff himself with all his available skills and even asked Cadfael to use his most powerful blessings as well, with that done he strode towards the far wall and pulled the lever there.<br><br>The portcullis began to open slowly with lots of creaking and squealing, it sounded as if it hadn't been opened for generations. Eventually the gate stopped opening at about 2/3rds of the way up, obviously the mechanism had broken at some point. However it was open far enough to allow Arthe and Cadfael inside, as soon as they stepped across the threshold the room became engulfed in light. This was because numerous braziers and torches ignited spontaneously around the room and in the center was a giant fire pit. It took the duo a couple of seconds to adjust to the light but when they did they were confronted with a terrible sight.<br><br>The last Boss was a Coldfang! These Draconian creatures were thought to be extinct on the Versailles continent but it was rumored that in ancient times they were used to guard the treasure of kings and the crypts of warlords. It was said that they would guard these places for all eternity and would kill all trespassers, even if you were able to steal some of the treasure they would persistently hunt you down until it was recovered. They were also rumored to be immune to most forms of magic, and that their teeth were filled with terrible venom.<br><br>Arthe however wasn't worried, there were two reasons for this; one being he had absolutely no clue what the creature was, and the other was his new sword skills. He'd had a good look at the beast and had come to the realization that it was definitely related to dragons in some way, therefore his sword skill which was specifically aimed at defeating Draconic opponents should give him the edge.<br><br>Cadfael on the other hand was terrified, he knew precisely what the monster was and he knew his holy powers would have absolutely no effect on it. He also knew that the beasts main weapons weren't its claws or teeth but the freezing ice breath it would unleash on its foes. This breath was well documented as being the coldest thing on the continent, able to freeze not only the blood in your veins but also the very bones themselves. For these reasons he decided to also bless himself to the max, hoping it would keep him alive, he also began to tell Arthe what the monster could do but it was too late.<br><br>Arthe raised his sword and shield high and charged at the Coldfang Guardian, which reared back and sucked in a huge breath. Arthe wasn't stupid, he knew that probably wasn't good so he rolled out of the way just as the attack was unleashed. The breath coated the floor in ice and managed to freeze one of the torches on the wall, even the flame itself had been frozen! Arthe couldn't believe his eyes, this thing broke the fundamental laws of physics! Then he realized he was playing a fantasy game and that the laws of physics didn't exactly apply in a world where anyone could conjure fireballs at their fingertips.<br><br>He charged at the beast again using his Asgardian footwork to avoid its tail and claws, his final step took him directly behind the monster and he used Targeted Thrust to attack the foot of the tail. He had to jump back quickly after the strike because the monster turned on him faster than he thought and he only just managed to avoid its claws. Unfortunately he didn't realize the tail was still functioning and it lashed him across the face, cutting open his cheek and making him reel momentarily.<br><br>"Healing Hand! Cure!" Cadfael was paying very close attention to this battle, he knew that the Coldfang's claws teeth and tail spike were all poisonous and could kill very quickly if left untreated.<br><br>"Thanks Cadfael." Arthe shouted as he dove back into battle, this time he used his footwork alongside his Breath of Ymir and attacked the front of the creature. Trusting his armor to hold up under the beasts claws, he used his shield to force the monsters gaping maw up and away from his head and used Targeted Thrust again to drive his blade straight into its stomach. The creature screamed and kicked out at Arthe knocking him backwards then it preceded to blast its own stomach with its ice breath, sealing the wound and preventing blood loss.<br><br>Arthe sighed bitterly, if the Coldfang could seal its own wounds then he was going to have to inflict massive damage on it in a very short period of time if he wanted to kill it. Thinking this he again used his footwork to make his wake round to the creatures back, then he activated his Blade Dance skill. This used up all his remaining Mana but also inflicted numerous wounds on the beast, plus the wounds were all in places the monster couldn't reach with his mouth. Arthe then confronted the Coldfang again, whilst it was arching its back in pain, and started to swing his sword at the creatures wrists. <br><br>After a flurry of blows one of the monsters clawed hands lay useless on the floor and the other was holding the bleeding stump in agony. The sheer fury in the beasts eyes was staggering and the room itself seemed to have grown noticeably colder. Arthe realized that this was when the creature was most dangerous, if it couldn't defend its post then it would use its death to ensure no-one made it out of here alive. The Coldfang began to suck in huge gulps of air, its belly became distended and the air temperature in the room plummeted. By this point some of Arthe's Mana had recovered and he had just enough to perform Targeted Thrust one more time.<br>"Cadfael can you cast Divine Armaments on me?"<br><br>"I can but Holy magic has no effect on that thing!"<br><br>"I know i just need the extra strength and attack power boost"<br><br>"Oh okay then Divine Armaments!"<br><br>Arthe's equipment began to glow with a warm golden light, he advanced on the Coldfang one more time. Then when he was in front of it he activated Targeted Thrust and used everything he had to drive his sword up through the frozen wound and into the monsters heart. When he drew his sword out a blast of freezing air exited the wound and hit his hand, causing it to cover with ice, but at the same time there was a gurgling noise from the monster and then silence. A thick frost began to cover the beast and when it was completely frozen, it shattered. In its place was a small piece of its tail and a Longsword that had a icy blue blade.<br><br>You have Leveled up!<br>You have Leveled up!<br>You have Leveled up!<br>You have Leveled up!<br>You have Leveled up!<br><br>Sword Mastery Leveled up!<br>Numenorian Sword Skills Leveled up!<br><br>Fifth floor of Monster Mausoleum cleared!<br>Exit now available for use!<br>+200 Fame for clearing the dungeon!<br>+100 Honor for reclaiming the Sword Skills of Ancient Numenor!<br><br>Treasure room now Available to explore!<br><br>Arthe was flooded with congratulatory messages but he was mostly focused on the sword that the Coldfang had left behind, especially since his current sword was not as useful anymore. Whilst admiring the new weapon Cadfael was busy defrosting Arthe's hand and wrist and casting multiple healing spells on him to prevent severe frostbite.<br><br>Icy Longsword of the Ancient Protector.<br>Durability: 100/100<br>Attack:20-45<br>Ice Damage: 10-20<br>This weapon belonged to a champion of Ancient Kings, it has been used against all manner of Ice type creatures and retains some measure of their power. It has been perfectly preserved by the breath of a Coldfang Guardian and imparts some of its longevity to the wielder.<br><br>Equip:<br>+15% Ice resistance<br>+50 Honor<br>+20 STR<br>+20 VIT<br><br>Requirements:<br>Level 50<br>Honor +200<br>STR +60<br><br><br>Arthe was level 48 so he couldn't wield the blade just yet but he definitely was not going to sell it, after placing the weapon in his inventory he looked around the room for the promised treasure chamber and spotted a small iron bound door set in one of the walls. He rummaged in his pack for the silver key he had acquired previously and then beckoned to Cadfael to follow him. After unlocking the door carefully the key disintegrated into dust, Arthe gingerly pushed the door open and entered slowly. He had no desire to be killed by a trap right after he had cleared the dungeon, as he entered the room his eyes widened. The entire chamber was full of treasure; there was gold and jewels everywhere, suits of exquisite armor stood around the room, racks of beautifully crafted swords lay on the walls. In the center of the room was a plinth that had a small plaque on it, the plaque read 'Greed is the downfall of mankind, those who are truly worthy take only what they can carry in two hands'.<br><br>"Damn i knew there would be some kind of catch to this!" Arthe exclaimed, "it appears as though we have to pick out what we want carefully."<br><br>He looked around the room examining various items until he came upon a finely wrought shield made of what appeared to be Mithril and Adamantite, it felt solid and seemed to quiver at his touch. He decided there and then that this would be take up one of his hands, a new shield was definitely in order, and he was contemplating one of the suits of armor on the walls when something else caught his eye. A pair of Gauntlet was sat on a stand; it was bright silver embossed with gold, placed around it were numerous flowers and other tokens. From the Gauntlets an aura of piety radiated, in fact the very air around them seemed cleaner and more pure.<br><br>Arthe picked them up with his other hand and exited the treasure room, leaving Cadfael to search out his own rewards. Arthe was mesmerized by the gauntlets and the shield, when he put them next to each other they seemed to resonate. Each item appeared to reflect the others aura creating an amplified effect. He attempted to identify the items but it took him more than 20 attempts at each one before he succeeded.<br><br>Gauntlets Of Freya's Justicar:<br>Durability:200/200<br>Defense: 100<br>These Gauntlets were said to have been presented to the last Champion of Numenor by the Goddess Freya herself. They create an aura of purity around the wearer that can defend them from dark powers. These Gauntlets grow along with the wearer as they improve so too does the power of these Gauntlets. <br>Equip:<br>+100 Faith<br>+50 Honor<br>+20 STR<br>+20 VIT<br>+25% Dark Resistance<br>When worn with the rest of the Freya's Favour armor set effects are doubled.<br>Requirements:<br>Level 300 for displayed stats, stats decrease by 20% every 100 levels<br>Must Have Faith stat generated<br>+50 STR<br>+50 Faith<br>+200 Fame<br><br>Shield of Freya's Guardian:<br>Durability: 200/200<br>Defense: 100<br>This shield was said to be presented to the last Champion of Ancient Numenor by the Goddess Freya herself. It strengthens the wielders spirit and bolsters their life force. This Shield grows along with the wielder, as they grow so does the power of this shield.<br><br>Equip:<br>+20 INT<br>+20 WIS<br>+40 VIT<br>+15% Magic Resistance<br>When equipped alongside the Longsword of Freya's Arbiter the effects are doubled<br><br>Requirements:<br>Level 300 for displayed stats, stats decrease by 20% every 100 levels<br>Must have Faith stat generated<br>Faith+50<br>Fame+100<br>Honor+150<br>STR+40<br><br><br>"Ding!"<br><br>Quest Received!<br>After discovering armor belonging to An Champion of Freya you are inspired to go out and discover all the remaining pieces of the set.<br>Gauntlets: Found<br>Helm: Not Found<br>Breastplate: Not Found<br>Greaves: Not Found<br>Legplate: Not Found<br>Shield: Found<br>Sword: Not Found<br>Quest Difficulty: B<br>Requirements: Must have faith stat, must have found piece of Freya's Armor.<br>Rewards: ?????<br>This Quest cannot be denied.<br><br><br>"Quest Accepted"<br><br>Arthe could only blink in surprise as he first looked at his new gear and then was given a quest notification that was accepted without any input from him. He looked over the quest information again and noted the B rank difficulty, he then had a bit of an epiphany. If he joined the Order of Freya as a paladin then surely they would have information on the armor set as well as help him to recover them. In fact they may even pay him to do so, that way he would receive two rewards for one quest. Plus if he managed to find all the pieces he would never have to purchase his own gear ever again as it would level with him. The only stuff he would have to buy would be clothing to wear beneath the heavy armor, but then again that was also something he could get from hunting. The displayed stats on the items were excellent but after Arthe had subtracted 40% from them they actually looked more like this:<br><br>Gauntlets Of Freya's Justicar:<br>Durability:200/200<br>Defense: 60<br>These Gauntlets were said to have been presented to the last Champion of Numenor by the Goddess Freya herself. They create an aura of purity around the wearer that can defend them from dark powers. These Gauntlets grow along with the wearer as they improve so too does the power of these Gauntlets. <br>Equip:<br>+60 Faith<br>+30 Honor<br>+12 STR<br>+12 VIT<br>+15% Dark Resistance<br>When worn with the rest of the Freya's Favour armor set effects are doubled.<br><br>Requirements:<br>Level 300 for displayed stats, stats decrease by 20% every 100 levels<br>Must Have Faith stat generated<br>+50 STR<br>+50 Faith<br>+200 Fame<br><br>Shield of Freya's Guardian:<br>Durability: 200/200<br>Defense: 60<br>This shield was said to be presented to the last Champion of Ancient Numenor by the Goddess Freya herself. It strengthens the wielders spirit and bolsters their life force. This Shield grows along with the wielder, as they grow so does the power of this shield.<br><br>Equip:<br>+12 INT<br>+12 WIS<br>+24 VIT<br>+6% Magic Resistance<br>When equipped alongside the Longsword of Freya's Arbiter the effects are doubled<br><br>Requirements:<br>Level 300 for displayed stats, stats decrease by 20% every 100 levels<br>Must have Faith stat generated<br>Faith+50<br>Fame+100<br>Honor+150<br>STR+40<br><br>Despite the stat reduction the items were still fantastic for his level and he wasn't concerned about it too much as they were still better than his existing gear.<br><br>As Arthe was thinking about these things, Cadfael came back out of the treasure room holding a large War-hammer in one hand and a truly jaw-droppingly beautiful helmet in the other. The hammer was covered with runic symbols and appeared to be made out of extremely high grade materials and the helmet was open faced with gold embossing and a beaten gold crown on the top. Cadfael then proceeded to explain that the hammer was a national treasure of the Baldur Kingdom that had been lost for generations, he told Arthe that for helping to return it to its rightful place the two of them would almost certainly gain great reputation with the kingdom.<br><br>The helm was a different story, it was created for a leader of paladins in the past and gave great bonuses to leadership and faith. It also provided a high level blessing 5 times a day, which would deflect spells and arrows using a barrier of light. Cadfael had decided to keep that for himself even though it had a level restriction of 200. He told Arthe that he had a number of expeditions coming up where he would be required to travel to the far north and hunt down some evil vampires.<br><br>After comparing equipment, Cadfael was ecstatic about Arthe's discovery of Holy artifacts, the two of them headed for the exit. As they left the dungeon the doorway behind them collapsed into rubble, preventing anyone from using it as a shortcut to the treasure chamber. The two of them emerged onto a hillside overlooking the city and were greeted by the sight of Mathis cooking food on a campfire. </div>

It had been 1 day since Arthe and Cadfael had entered the 5th floor of the dungeon and so far they had encountered more Goblins than they could count and the occasional group of Lizard-men, Arthe had also leveled up 5 times and was now level 40. Since getting the Sword skills of Ancient Numenor he had been consistently using them as much as possible and by doing so his Sword mastery had risen to Basic 9 83%, and he had been conscious that he had to get his Shield mastery up as well so he had been spamming Shield bash on every opponent he fought. By doing this it had risen to Basic 8 47%, unfortunately the amount it increased by had dropped dramatically, Arthe was of the opinion that in order to level it quicker he needed to learn a new Shield skill or have the Shield Spike equipped. Still even though he was struggling to level Shield mastery Arthe was pretty satisfied with his overall gains; he'd picked up some great equipment, learned new skills and new stats and he even had a guarantee from Cadfael about an invitation to join the ranks of Freya's paladins. He'd also gained lots of experience about how to fight different kinds of monsters and also increased his fame by quite a lot, simply through killing all the monsters on each floor and some of his equipment gave him boosts to his fame as well. Now he and Cadfael were about halfway through floor 5 and the monsters were getting harder and more skillful, the average level of the mobs was in the early 60's with some of them being around 68. Arthe knew that this probably meant the last floor boss was at least level 75 if not more, so he was being even more careful about increasing his skills when killing monsters. He knew that the skill bonuses might be his only lifeline when facing off against a creature that many levels higher than him. Decapitating the last remaining foe in front of him using Targeted Thrust he was immediately bombarded with system messages: You have Leveled up Numenorian Sword Skills have increased to Basic level 3 Each attack will do slightly more damage. +3% damage increase Sword mastery has increased to Intermediate level 1 +50% Attack power Attack Power +150% Attack speed +30% You have learned a Passive skill: Analytical Blade Analytical Blade: You have persistently guided your weapon to strike at the weakest points on a foe. You are now so good at aiming for these critical areas that it has become second nature to you. +40% chance of a critical hit. +15% chance of an instant fatal blow against opponents the same level as you. Fatal blow chance decreases by 1% per level higher than yours. You have gained 50 Fame for slaying the more monsters in this dungeon than anyone else, ever. You have received a title for your achievements in this dungeon. You will now be known as The Marvelous Monster Masher of the Mausoleum. +100 Fame for as long as this title is used. "Woah that's a lot of message boxes and a massive amount of skill leveling. Didn't think i was that close to leveling them, hmm this new passive skill sounds really useful. If i can get my level up another 5 times before i leave this dungeon then I'll still have a small chance of insta-killing even the highest level opponents in the grand melee." Arthe thought to himself after looking at the stream of system messages. He and Cadfael then continued through the dungeon, making sure that every single room and cupboard was cleansed of monsters as they went, they butchered the last remaining Boggarts; Killed all the Kobolds; Lynched the Lizard-men and gutted the Goblin survivors. The few remaining monsters in the dungeon forever remembered that week as the Time of Destruction, it was spoken of in hushed tones and used to frighten monster children. "Eat your food or the Duo will come, go to bed or the Shield Bash will get you, do as your told or you'll be Targeted by the Thrust." These and other tales of that horrible time were passed down for generations, the monsters in that dungeon became the most peaceful and law abiding creatures on the continent. Back in the present time, Arthe and Cadfael had 2 days left to escape the dungeon and 3 days until the tournament. Luckily they had only got the Boss monster left to annihilate, plus Arthe had leveled up twice more in the mass murder inflicted upon the denizens of floor 5. He was now level 43 and felt quite prepared to take on the boss monster. Walking along a passage that sloped steadily upward, the pair were confronted by an iron portcullis. Beyond the gateway all was dark save for a small shaft of light entering through a tiny window, which appeared to be set in another door at the far end of the chamber. The window provided just enough light for the duo to spot a large shadowy mass moving around the room. After a while of straining their eyes to get a better look they gave up, Arthe sat down and started to repair his equipment ready for the fight. Due to his need to constantly fix his gear after every fight his repair skill was now Basic level 7 67%, repairing his equipment after this boss fight would most likely put it on the edge of level 8 if not actually at it. He'd been working hard at his repair skills and had also made sure to collect all the rusty and broken gear dropped by the monsters so that he could repair them all at a later date, this way he could significantly raise his repair skill and hopefully get it to intermediate. When that happened he could learn blacksmithing, he was looking forward to that because he wanted to be able to craft his own armor and he knew that Mathis would probably give him some pointers on how to make the most out of his crafting. When preparing for the fight he made sure to buff himself with all his available skills and even asked Cadfael to use his most powerful blessings as well, with that done he strode towards the far wall and pulled the lever there. The portcullis began to open slowly with lots of creaking and squealing, it sounded as if it hadn't been opened for generations. Eventually the gate stopped opening at about 2/3rds of the way up, obviously the mechanism had broken at some point. However it was open far enough to allow Arthe and Cadfael inside, as soon as they stepped across the threshold the room became engulfed in light. This was because numerous braziers and torches ignited spontaneously around the room and in the center was a giant fire pit. It took the duo a couple of seconds to adjust to the light but when they did they were confronted with a terrible sight. The last Boss was a Coldfang! These Draconian creatures were thought to be extinct on the Versailles continent but it was rumored that in ancient times they were used to guard the treasure of kings and the crypts of warlords. It was said that they would guard these places for all eternity and would kill all trespassers, even if you were able to steal some of the treasure they would persistently hunt you down until it was recovered. They were also rumored to be immune to most forms of magic, and that their teeth were filled with terrible venom. Arthe however wasn't worried, there were two reasons for this; one being he had absolutely no clue what the creature was, and the other was his new sword skills. He'd had a good look at the beast and had come to the realization that it was definitely related to dragons in some way, therefore his sword skill which was specifically aimed at defeating Draconic opponents should give him the edge. Cadfael on the other hand was terrified, he knew precisely what the monster was and he knew his holy powers would have absolutely no effect on it. He also knew that the beasts main weapons weren't its claws or teeth but the freezing ice breath it would unleash on its foes. This breath was well documented as being the coldest thing on the continent, able to freeze not only the blood in your veins but also the very bones themselves. For these reasons he decided to also bless himself to the max, hoping it would keep him alive, he also began to tell Arthe what the monster could do but it was too late. Arthe raised his sword and shield high and charged at the Coldfang Guardian, which reared back and sucked in a huge breath. Arthe wasn't stupid, he knew that probably wasn't good so he rolled out of the way just as the attack was unleashed. The breath coated the floor in ice and managed to freeze one of the torches on the wall, even the flame itself had been frozen! Arthe couldn't believe his eyes, this thing broke the fundamental laws of physics! Then he realized he was playing a fantasy game and that the laws of physics didn't exactly apply in a world where anyone could conjure fireballs at their fingertips. He charged at the beast again using his Asgardian footwork to avoid its tail and claws, his final step took him directly behind the monster and he used Targeted Thrust to attack the foot of the tail. He had to jump back quickly after the strike because the monster turned on him faster than he thought and he only just managed to avoid its claws. Unfortunately he didn't realize the tail was still functioning and it lashed him across the face, cutting open his cheek and making him reel momentarily. "Healing Hand! Cure!" Cadfael was paying very close attention to this battle, he knew that the Coldfang's claws teeth and tail spike were all poisonous and could kill very quickly if left untreated. "Thanks Cadfael." Arthe shouted as he dove back into battle, this time he used his footwork alongside his Breath of Ymir and attacked the front of the creature. Trusting his armor to hold up under the beasts claws, he used his shield to force the monsters gaping maw up and away from his head and used Targeted Thrust again to drive his blade straight into its stomach. The creature screamed and kicked out at Arthe knocking him backwards then it preceded to blast its own stomach with its ice breath, sealing the wound and preventing blood loss. Arthe sighed bitterly, if the Coldfang could seal its own wounds then he was going to have to inflict massive damage on it in a very short period of time if he wanted to kill it. Thinking this he again used his footwork to make his wake round to the creatures back, then he activated his Blade Dance skill. This used up all his remaining Mana but also inflicted numerous wounds on the beast, plus the wounds were all in places the monster couldn't reach with his mouth. Arthe then confronted the Coldfang again, whilst it was arching its back in pain, and started to swing his sword at the creatures wrists. After a flurry of blows one of the monsters clawed hands lay useless on the floor and the other was holding the bleeding stump in agony. The sheer fury in the beasts eyes was staggering and the room itself seemed to have grown noticeably colder. Arthe realized that this was when the creature was most dangerous, if it couldn't defend its post then it would use its death to ensure no-one made it out of here alive. The Coldfang began to suck in huge gulps of air, its belly became distended and the air temperature in the room plummeted. By this point some of Arthe's Mana had recovered and he had just enough to perform Targeted Thrust one more time. "Cadfael can you cast Divine Armaments on me?" "I can but Holy magic has no effect on that thing!" "I know i just need the extra strength and attack power boost" "Oh okay then Divine Armaments!" Arthe's equipment began to glow with a warm golden light, he advanced on the Coldfang one more time. Then when he was in front of it he activated Targeted Thrust and used everything he had to drive his sword up through the frozen wound and into the monsters heart. When he drew his sword out a blast of freezing air exited the wound and hit his hand, causing it to cover with ice, but at the same time there was a gurgling noise from the monster and then silence. A thick frost began to cover the beast and when it was completely frozen, it shattered. In its place was a small piece of its tail and a Longsword that had a icy blue blade. You have Leveled up! You have Leveled up! You have Leveled up! You have Leveled up! You have Leveled up! Sword Mastery Leveled up! Numenorian Sword Skills Leveled up! Fifth floor of Monster Mausoleum cleared! Exit now available for use! +200 Fame for clearing the dungeon! +100 Honor for reclaiming the Sword Skills of Ancient Numenor! Treasure room now Available to explore! Arthe was flooded with congratulatory messages but he was mostly focused on the sword that the Coldfang had left behind, especially since his current sword was not as useful anymore. Whilst admiring the new weapon Cadfael was busy defrosting Arthe's hand and wrist and casting multiple healing spells on him to prevent severe frostbite. Icy Longsword of the Ancient Protector. Durability: 100/100 Attack:20-45 Ice Damage: 10-20 This weapon belonged to a champion of Ancient Kings, it has been used against all manner of Ice type creatures and retains some measure of their power. It has been perfectly preserved by the breath of a Coldfang Guardian and imparts some of its longevity to the wielder. Equip: +15% Ice resistance +50 Honor +20 STR +20 VIT Requirements: Level 50 Honor +200 STR +60 Arthe was level 48 so he couldn't wield the blade just yet but he definitely was not going to sell it, after placing the weapon in his inventory he looked around the room for the promised treasure chamber and spotted a small iron bound door set in one of the walls. He rummaged in his pack for the silver key he had acquired previously and then beckoned to Cadfael to follow him. After unlocking the door carefully the key disintegrated into dust, Arthe gingerly pushed the door open and entered slowly. He had no desire to be killed by a trap right after he had cleared the dungeon, as he entered the room his eyes widened. The entire chamber was full of treasure; there was gold and jewels everywhere, suits of exquisite armor stood around the room, racks of beautifully crafted swords lay on the walls. In the center of the room was a plinth that had a small plaque on it, the plaque read 'Greed is the downfall of mankind, those who are truly worthy take only what they can carry in two hands'. "Damn i knew there would be some kind of catch to this!" Arthe exclaimed, "it appears as though we have to pick out what we want carefully." He looked around the room examining various items until he came upon a finely wrought shield made of what appeared to be Mithril and Adamantite, it felt solid and seemed to quiver at his touch. He decided there and then that this would be take up one of his hands, a new shield was definitely in order, and he was contemplating one of the suits of armor on the walls when something else caught his eye. A pair of Gauntlet was sat on a stand; it was bright silver embossed with gold, placed around it were numerous flowers and other tokens. From the Gauntlets an aura of piety radiated, in fact the very air around them seemed cleaner and more pure. Arthe picked them up with his other hand and exited the treasure room, leaving Cadfael to search out his own rewards. Arthe was mesmerized by the gauntlets and the shield, when he put them next to each other they seemed to resonate. Each item appeared to reflect the others aura creating an amplified effect. He attempted to identify the items but it took him more than 20 attempts at each one before he succeeded. Gauntlets Of Freya's Justicar: Durability:200/200 Defense: 100 These Gauntlets were said to have been presented to the last Champion of Numenor by the Goddess Freya herself. They create an aura of purity around the wearer that can defend them from dark powers. These Gauntlets grow along with the wearer as they improve so too does the power of these Gauntlets. Equip: +100 Faith +50 Honor +20 STR +20 VIT +25% Dark Resistance When worn with the rest of the Freya's Favour armor set effects are doubled. Requirements: Level 300 for displayed stats, stats decrease by 20% every 100 levels Must Have Faith stat generated +50 STR +50 Faith +200 Fame Shield of Freya's Guardian: Durability: 200/200 Defense: 100 This shield was said to be presented to the last Champion of Ancient Numenor by the Goddess Freya herself. It strengthens the wielders spirit and bolsters their life force. This Shield grows along with the wielder, as they grow so does the power of this shield. Equip: +20 INT +20 WIS +40 VIT +15% Magic Resistance When equipped alongside the Longsword of Freya's Arbiter the effects are doubled Requirements: Level 300 for displayed stats, stats decrease by 20% every 100 levels Must have Faith stat generated Faith+50 Fame+100 Honor+150 STR+40 "Ding!" Quest Received! After discovering armor belonging to An Champion of Freya you are inspired to go out and discover all the remaining pieces of the set. Gauntlets: Found Helm: Not Found Breastplate: Not Found Greaves: Not Found Legplate: Not Found Shield: Found Sword: Not Found Quest Difficulty: B Requirements: Must have faith stat, must have found piece of Freya's Armor. Rewards: ????? This Quest cannot be denied. "Quest Accepted" Arthe could only blink in surprise as he first looked at his new gear and then was given a quest notification that was accepted without any input from him. He looked over the quest information again and noted the B rank difficulty, he then had a bit of an epiphany. If he joined the Order of Freya as a paladin then surely they would have information on the armor set as well as help him to recover them. In fact they may even pay him to do so, that way he would receive two rewards for one quest. Plus if he managed to find all the pieces he would never have to purchase his own gear ever again as it would level with him. The only stuff he would have to buy would be clothing to wear beneath the heavy armor, but then again that was also something he could get from hunting. The displayed stats on the items were excellent but after Arthe had subtracted 40% from them they actually looked more like this: Gauntlets Of Freya's Justicar: Durability:200/200 Defense: 60 These Gauntlets were said to have been presented to the last Champion of Numenor by the Goddess Freya herself. They create an aura of purity around the wearer that can defend them from dark powers. These Gauntlets grow along with the wearer as they improve so too does the power of these Gauntlets. Equip: +60 Faith +30 Honor +12 STR +12 VIT +15% Dark Resistance When worn with the rest of the Freya's Favour armor set effects are doubled. Requirements: Level 300 for displayed stats, stats decrease by 20% every 100 levels Must Have Faith stat generated +50 STR +50 Faith +200 Fame Shield of Freya's Guardian: Durability: 200/200 Defense: 60 This shield was said to be presented to the last Champion of Ancient Numenor by the Goddess Freya herself. It strengthens the wielders spirit and bolsters their life force. This Shield grows along with the wielder, as they grow so does the power of this shield. Equip: +12 INT +12 WIS +24 VIT +6% Magic Resistance When equipped alongside the Longsword of Freya's Arbiter the effects are doubled Requirements: Level 300 for displayed stats, stats decrease by 20% every 100 levels Must have Faith stat generated Faith+50 Fame+100 Honor+150 STR+40 Despite the stat reduction the items were still fantastic for his level and he wasn't concerned about it too much as they were still better than his existing gear. As Arthe was thinking about these things, Cadfael came back out of the treasure room holding a large War-hammer in one hand and a truly jaw-droppingly beautiful helmet in the other. The hammer was covered with runic symbols and appeared to be made out of extremely high grade materials and the helmet was open faced with gold embossing and a beaten gold crown on the top. Cadfael then proceeded to explain that the hammer was a national treasure of the Baldur Kingdom that had been lost for generations, he told Arthe that for helping to return it to its rightful place the two of them would almost certainly gain great reputation with the kingdom. The helm was a different story, it was created for a leader of paladins in the past and gave great bonuses to leadership and faith. It also provided a high level blessing 5 times a day, which would deflect spells and arrows using a barrier of light. Cadfael had decided to keep that for himself even though it had a level restriction of 200. He told Arthe that he had a number of expeditions coming up where he would be required to travel to the far north and hunt down some evil vampires. After comparing equipment, Cadfael was ecstatic about Arthe's discovery of Holy artifacts, the two of them headed for the exit. As they left the dungeon the doorway behind them collapsed into rubble, preventing anyone from using it as a shortcut to the treasure chamber. The two of them emerged onto a hillside overlooking the city and were greeted by the sight of Mathis cooking food on a campfire.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Jake sat fidgeting in Amanda's dining room. Her home was rather plain for a woman's judging from Jake's experience.<br><br>(Which isn't much.)<br><br>Amanda lived in the same type of apartment as him. It included a bedroom, bathroom, large kitchen, and a small living room. The kitchen had a small section where you could place a table and some chairs to use as a tiny dining room. It served its purpose well, but the two were not living in luxury in the complex. <br><br>As he sat idly in the chair, Amanda was busy cooking a small meal. She looked adorable. She had her red hair tied up in a pony tail, and wore shorts and a t-shirt. <br><br>Jake was not sure what she was cooking, but it smelled great. Much better than the fast food leftovers and ramen he normally ate. <br><br>Just then, Amanda Yelled, " Done!"<br><br>"I made a small chicken stir-fry, and some fried rice to go with it." Said Amanda, happily.<br><br>Jake was drooling. He took back his previous thoughts. Amanda was indeed living in luxury. Well, actually, she could just cook well...<br><br>Amanda brought over the food, and it was divided evenly on the two glass plates. <br><br>Amanda noticed Jake fidgeting and said, " We're just eating food, haha. No need to be so nervous."<br><br>Jake nodded, and the two began to eat.<br><br>"Oh my god! This is delicious!" Exclaimed Jake, as he plowed through the meal.<br><br>"Haha...It's just normal stir-fry." Said Amanda, as she blushed a little.<br><br>"Well it's much better than what I usually eat!" Said Jake.<br><br>"And what might I ask, do you usually eat?" Questioned Amanda.<br><br>"Ehhh...Leftover fast food, instant ramen, and junk food. You know how it is." Said Jake, embarrassed.<br><br>"I most certainly do not! Living alone, we must take care of our bodies! You have to come over here and eat more often." Said Amanda, grinning.<br><br>Jake then nodded, and twiddled his thumbs embarrassed. Amanda simply laughed. She loved how social interaction threw him off so much, it was hilarious. <br><br>"At least Royal Road is getting Jake to come out of his shell more." Thought Amanda.<br><br>As the two finished their meal, they both did their share of cleaning up.<br><br>Amanda then proclaimed, "Ahh...After a good meal, you have to drink! I have plenty of beer! Drink with me, Jake."<br><br>"Ehhh...I don't know...I mean I can handle my alcohol, but I really shouldn't...Plus...I mean, I should get back to RR..." Said Jake, meekly.<br><br>"No can do! I won't accept no for an answer!" Said Amanda, as she cracked two Sapporos.<br><br>"Well...I mean...I guess I can..." Said Jake.<br><br>"That's the spirit! Said Amanda, smiling.<br><br>One down, two, three....Four, five, six. <br><br>The two laughed and talked of their early days in Royal Road. About Amanda being booted from the enchanter's guild, and meeting the evil wench Tessa. Jake proceeded to talk about Horrick, and how he thought sexual assault and torture was imminent. Not to mention how the shady old codger wouldn't teach him how to grow a forest underground.<br><br>He then went on to explain the hell that was training with Auruk, and how emotionless and creepy the little boy was.<br><br>The two laughed, and drank, and sang.<br><br>"Damn...Amanda can really hold her beer." Thought Jake, with a red face.<br>Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve....<br><br>Swaying a bit, the two sang and ate snacks. Arm in arm they danced around drunkenly, just having a blast.<br><br>Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen....<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">BLACKOUT</span><br>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>Jake woke up, questioning his location. He looked around, and realized he had passed out in Amanda's apartment. Feeling extremely embarrassed, he got up off the living room floor, and hurriedly went back to his apartment. (After putting all the cans in the recycling, of course.)<br><br>Jake was embarrassed that he just passed out on Amanda's floor, and hoped she wasn't mad at him. <br><br>He then realized it was Monday and yelled, "Oh shit! I am going to be late for class!"<br><br>As he left for his classes, he looked quite slovenly. He did not have time to shower, and had five o'clock shadow. Praise be to the gods he found clean clothes, and put deodorant on.<br><br>Jake arrived at his classes, and sat through them begrudgingly. He had a pounding headache and his stomach hurt.<br><br>"Man...I really have not drank that amount in a good, long time." He said, Exhausted.<br><br>When lunch time arrived, he chowed down and felt a lot better. But, something was off today. People were actually looking at him. Why?...<br><br>Jake was perplexed as he looked around and saw a few of his peers staring at him, and giggling. It was then two guys approached Jake, and asked if he wanted to party around with them for a bit in Royal Road.<br><br>The people were making fun of him. They didn't realize he had Royal Road now, and were trying to rub in the fact that he didn't have it. Little did they know, he did own a capsule now. <br><br>Jake Grinned and said, " Sure, let's meet up in game."<br><br>The two men's jaws dropped after they realized he now owned the game. They could not back out now, and they told him their location. Turns out they were only about an hour in game away from Jake, so tonight they would all meet up.<br><br>The two guys returned to their table, and looked at the floor for the rest of the lunch period. Jake grinned after having triumphed over them, and could not believe he was going to meet up with some of his peers in game.<br><br>Later that night, Jake logged in the game and headed to the designated location. He waited for six hours, but the kids never came.<br><br>"I should have known..." Said Azrael, very sad. <br><br>He then walked back to his previous location, and found Amanda waiting for him. Amanda was the only one he could count on. At least she joked with him, and hung out with him. He felt bad for making her wait there for him, and decided to add the two guys to his ever growing list of enemies.<br><br>"There you are, Azrael! I thought you took off without me! Hahaha, you were hilarious last night! You need to come over more often." Said Vera, happily. <br><br>"You-You're not mad at me?" Said Azrael.<br><br>"Haha, why would I be? We ate, drank, and had a great time! I don't care that you crashed on my floor, you doof. " Replied Vera.<br><br>Azrael smiled at her, and the two continued down the path. </div>

Jake sat fidgeting in Amanda's dining room. Her home was rather plain for a woman's judging from Jake's experience. (Which isn't much.) Amanda lived in the same type of apartment as him. It included a bedroom, bathroom, large kitchen, and a small living room. The kitchen had a small section where you could place a table and some chairs to use as a tiny dining room. It served its purpose well, but the two were not living in luxury in the complex. As he sat idly in the chair, Amanda was busy cooking a small meal. She looked adorable. She had her red hair tied up in a pony tail, and wore shorts and a t-shirt. Jake was not sure what she was cooking, but it smelled great. Much better than the fast food leftovers and ramen he normally ate. Just then, Amanda Yelled, " Done!" "I made a small chicken stir-fry, and some fried rice to go with it." Said Amanda, happily. Jake was drooling. He took back his previous thoughts. Amanda was indeed living in luxury. Well, actually, she could just cook well... Amanda brought over the food, and it was divided evenly on the two glass plates. Amanda noticed Jake fidgeting and said, " We're just eating food, haha. No need to be so nervous." Jake nodded, and the two began to eat. "Oh my god! This is delicious!" Exclaimed Jake, as he plowed through the meal. "Haha...It's just normal stir-fry." Said Amanda, as she blushed a little. "Well it's much better than what I usually eat!" Said Jake. "And what might I ask, do you usually eat?" Questioned Amanda. "Ehhh...Leftover fast food, instant ramen, and junk food. You know how it is." Said Jake, embarrassed. "I most certainly do not! Living alone, we must take care of our bodies! You have to come over here and eat more often." Said Amanda, grinning. Jake then nodded, and twiddled his thumbs embarrassed. Amanda simply laughed. She loved how social interaction threw him off so much, it was hilarious. "At least Royal Road is getting Jake to come out of his shell more." Thought Amanda. As the two finished their meal, they both did their share of cleaning up. Amanda then proclaimed, "Ahh...After a good meal, you have to drink! I have plenty of beer! Drink with me, Jake." "Ehhh...I don't know...I mean I can handle my alcohol, but I really shouldn't...Plus...I mean, I should get back to RR..." Said Jake, meekly. "No can do! I won't accept no for an answer!" Said Amanda, as she cracked two Sapporos. "Well...I mean...I guess I can..." Said Jake. "That's the spirit! Said Amanda, smiling. One down, two, three....Four, five, six. The two laughed and talked of their early days in Royal Road. About Amanda being booted from the enchanter's guild, and meeting the evil wench Tessa. Jake proceeded to talk about Horrick, and how he thought sexual assault and torture was imminent. Not to mention how the shady old codger wouldn't teach him how to grow a forest underground. He then went on to explain the hell that was training with Auruk, and how emotionless and creepy the little boy was. The two laughed, and drank, and sang. "Damn...Amanda can really hold her beer." Thought Jake, with a red face. Seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve.... Swaying a bit, the two sang and ate snacks. Arm in arm they danced around drunkenly, just having a blast. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen.... BLACKOUT ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jake woke up, questioning his location. He looked around, and realized he had passed out in Amanda's apartment. Feeling extremely embarrassed, he got up off the living room floor, and hurriedly went back to his apartment. (After putting all the cans in the recycling, of course.) Jake was embarrassed that he just passed out on Amanda's floor, and hoped she wasn't mad at him. He then realized it was Monday and yelled, "Oh shit! I am going to be late for class!" As he left for his classes, he looked quite slovenly. He did not have time to shower, and had five o'clock shadow. Praise be to the gods he found clean clothes, and put deodorant on. Jake arrived at his classes, and sat through them begrudgingly. He had a pounding headache and his stomach hurt. "Man...I really have not drank that amount in a good, long time." He said, Exhausted. When lunch time arrived, he chowed down and felt a lot better. But, something was off today. People were actually looking at him. Why?... Jake was perplexed as he looked around and saw a few of his peers staring at him, and giggling. It was then two guys approached Jake, and asked if he wanted to party around with them for a bit in Royal Road. The people were making fun of him. They didn't realize he had Royal Road now, and were trying to rub in the fact that he didn't have it. Little did they know, he did own a capsule now. Jake Grinned and said, " Sure, let's meet up in game." The two men's jaws dropped after they realized he now owned the game. They could not back out now, and they told him their location. Turns out they were only about an hour in game away from Jake, so tonight they would all meet up. The two guys returned to their table, and looked at the floor for the rest of the lunch period. Jake grinned after having triumphed over them, and could not believe he was going to meet up with some of his peers in game. Later that night, Jake logged in the game and headed to the designated location. He waited for six hours, but the kids never came. "I should have known..." Said Azrael, very sad. He then walked back to his previous location, and found Amanda waiting for him. Amanda was the only one he could count on. At least she joked with him, and hung out with him. He felt bad for making her wait there for him, and decided to add the two guys to his ever growing list of enemies. "There you are, Azrael! I thought you took off without me! Hahaha, you were hilarious last night! You need to come over more often." Said Vera, happily. "You-You're not mad at me?" Said Azrael. "Haha, why would I be? We ate, drank, and had a great time! I don't care that you crashed on my floor, you doof. " Replied Vera. Azrael smiled at her, and the two continued down the path.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Chapter 1<br>‘The note, I wonder what it says.’ Thought Aaron as he removed his Busby™.<br><br>He slowly sat up and walked over to where he had left his backpack to get the note.<br><br>‘Well here goes nothing, might as well open it’<br><br>Carefully removing the heart shaped sticker he managed to open the letter<br><br>To: Aaron<br>From: Hime<br><br>Since the first day you transferred to this school, I've had my eye on you. I couldn't help, but fall in love. You are amazing. It’s like every time I see you I want to run towards you and hug you and tell you how much I love you. I know we may not know each other very well, but I love you Aaron. I really love you. Will you be my boyfriend?<br><div style="text-align: center;">Circle one<br>Yes/No</div><br><br>‘Wow a girl actually likes me. Finally the day has come. I will finally be able to end the dry spell I've had since the day I was born.’<br><br>“This is too good to be true!” He said blinking his eyes. Looking at the note again, he froze.<br><br>To: Aaron<br>From: Hime<br><br>Hi future (slave)Comrade. I heard you were a solo player so I’ve decided to (force)invite you to an in-game guild for solo players. You will only be required to attend special meetings once a month. Also, you will have to farm a special mask that cannot be removed by other players even after your death. Would you like to join us?<br><div style="text-align: center;">Circle one<br>Yes/Yes</div><br><br><br>“What the hell!”<br><br>“GG” He said silently as he grinned<br><br>‘She trolled me good.’ He thought smiling<br><br>‘ I should’ve just stayed in the damn game. Now I have to log back in.’<br><br>“Welcome to Exodus Online, Mazoku.”<br><br>“World Wide launch Will commence in 10 seconds.”<br><br>10......5......3....2.....1<br><br>A red light suddenly engulfed everything. Soon, his surroundings changed. He found himself in the middle of a city. The sky was slightly orange as the sun was setting. The wind was blowing to the north. He was in the city of Odrosol.<br><br>In front of him was a wide, circular, arena building. Lining the walls of the interior was every weapon imaginable. Short swords, claymores, Long swords, rapiers, battle axes, staves, wands, whips, shields, halberds, spears, chakrams, kukris, machetes, blow-darts, senbon, shuriken, etc. The list goes on.<br><br>A smile suddenly appeared on Mazoku’s face. He was eyeing a rack lined with different katanas.<br><br>‘Just what I was looking for.’<br><br>He grabbed two katanas and held them out firmly, one in each hand. Normally, this would be hard to do in real life, but as he had 15 points in strength at character creation, he could handle both with ease.<br><br>“What a scrub. Look at him; thinking he’s a badass trying to use two swords. Ha, dude lets go watch him get facerolled.”<br><br>The other players were ridiculing Mazoku, as he picked his swords and was practicing swinging them. Some even went so far as to try and get him to duel them, but Mazoku just ignored them.<br><br>Soon players started to wonder why the doors to the coliseum were not opening.<br><br>DING!<br><br>Quest Has Been Accepted.<br><br>“Quest log.” Mazoku said nervously<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>The Right to Live<br><br>Description: The battle is about to start now. All players will be tasked with defeating the incoming mobs. Rewards will be given based on individual performance.<br>Experience will be awarded based on damage to each mob.<br><br>Reward: City of Odrosol becomes available to players of your region.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“What the hell! This is BS! They didn't say anything about this in the game guide.” The players were raging.<br><br>‘Well, looks like I get a chance to test out my new katanas.’<br><br>After a few minutes, a bright light filled the arena. The monsters that spawned were rabbits.<br><br>‘Rabbits? Seriously?’ Mazoku was surprised but still remained suspicious.<br><br>“Dude, I can’t believe you were scared. I got this man, stand back.”<br><br>A player wearing mage robes with a staff in hand walked up to the rabbits and hit one in the head. The arena was silent, waiting to see what would happen next. The small rabbit let out a squeal as it fled. Immediately the player in the mage robes let out a scream as he was engulfed by rabbits and was clawed to death.<br><br><br>“D...d...dude what the hell is this, I'm out of here.” Players were running around, trying to find an exit. Some even tried to log out.<br><br>“What the fu**. If I logout I can’t log in for a week in-game time “<br><br><div style="text-align: center;">Players who log out during the arena battle phase will face a log-in ban lasting 2 days and 6 hours<br>Are you sure you wish to log out?<br>Yes/No</div><br><br>Players began to fight, and be devoured one by one. Some even took the log-in ban and just left.<br><br>Even so Mazoku continued to watch the battle unfold, and while watching one particular player caught his eye.<br><br>A guy was running around slaughtering rabbits, but the weird thing was that he was yelling “GG, GG” after each kill.<br><br>After a few more moment Mazoku slowly unsheathed his swords.<br><br>“The heavens tremble before my feet. The sky darkens upon my arrival. I call upon the power of the ancients.”<br><br>His swords hummed and gave off a dark black light. Soon the entire stadium’s attention was focused on him.<br><br>“Sweet dude, how did he do that?"<br>"Isn't that the beginner spell that has different effects depending on how you use it?"<br>"You can use that on weapons?”<br><br>Mazoku ignored the stares and charged towards the rabbits that conveniently jumped towards him. With a swift downward stroke he cut through the first rabbit. Immediately he brought his sword back up. Pivoting, he cut through two more rabbits before bringing both swords down on two rabbits in front of him. They were cut straight down the middle.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have leveled up. You gain 5 Attribute Points. You are now level 2</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>‘This is easier than I thought it would be.’ Said Mazoku as he continued to slaughter the rabbits. He ignored the constant stream of messages.<br><br>Soon other players started to deal with the rabbits also. And after a while the last one was finally killed. The arena sounded with cheers of joy. Everyone was celebrating, everyone except for Mazoku; who was quickly distributing his stat points. He was now level 5.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i1296.photobucket.com/albums/ag9/Baddiez/stat_zps1b4f8518.png" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fi1296.photobucket.com%2falbums%2fag9%2f...4f8518.png"></div><br><br>‘Why hasn’t the quest updated to completed?’<br><br>The ground began to rumble, and a bright blue light blinded everyone. The arena was filled with angry growls. Wolves that seemed to not have eaten in weeks lined the walls. Those who were alone were already being devoured.<br><br>Mazoku stood up to get ready when suddenly something tapped his back. He spun around, katanas in hand, ready to cut whatever it was, but was greeted with a familiar phrase.<br><br>“GG dude. I shit you not man, we are fucked.... Lets party up bro. We’ll last longer that way. Besides, you’re the only one who actually seems to know what they are doing.”<br><br>‘....’<br><br>Barkness has sent you a party invitation.<br><br>“I play solo bro, sorry.” said Mazoku without even looking up from his stats panel.<br><br>Barkness has sent you a party invitation.<br><br>‘.................’<br><br>Barkness has sent you a party invitation.<br><br>‘...............’<br><br>Barkness has sent you a party invitation.<br><br>‘............’<br><br>Barkness has sent you a party invitation<br><br>‘...........’<br><br>You have joined Barkness’ party.<br><br>“GG” Said Barkness with a huge smile on his face<br><br>Sighing Mazoku stood, unsheathing his katanas yet again. He faced the wolves and reactivated his spell. Targeting a wolf in front of him he swung his sword down like a guillotine.<br><br>“OH BABY!” Yelled Barkness as his club made contact with the wolf’s face, annihilating it before Mazoku’s sword could even reach it. <br><br>‘Why did I party with this dude, dammit!’ thought Mazoku with an annoyed look.<br><br>He spun around quickly and walked towards a pack of 3 wolves staring at them with a crazed look in his eyes. Immediately he sheathed one of his katanas, and got into a Jodan stance.<br><br>With a furious look in his eyes, he stood motionless. Blood from the rabbits flowed down his katana , sweat filled his face, and his breathing became steadier. <br><br>He was a silent killer striking down his enemies one after another, and the only thing that could be heard was the slight burst of air expelled at each strike.<br><br>Mazoku exhaled closing his eyes.<br><br>‘Who knew the kendo lesson mom made me get would actually come in handy’<br><br>When he opened his eyes he in front of him was a big wolf that seemed to be bigger than the others.<br><br>‘This must be the alpha male. This ought to be fun.’<br><br>The wolf growled than charged. Predicting this Mazoku brought his sword down unto the head of the wolf, but it dodged it.<br><br>‘What the hell, how can it dodge my sword.’<br><br>After dodging the strike successfully the wolf continued and dug it’s teeth into moazku’s ribs.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Health has been reduced by 60.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>‘Holy shit this is way faster than the others, and lot stronger too.’<br><br>The wolf growled as it faced off with Mazoku.<br><br>He ran towards the wolf attempting to cut it again.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Health has been reduced by 60.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>Mozoku had only been hit twice, but he had already lost half of his life. The wolf was still at full hp.<br><br>‘Calm down...... Breath..... Straighten your stance.’<br><br>As Mazoku calmed himself and focused on the battle the wolves movements became clearer.<br><br>‘It should dodge my sword and attack from my right side.’<br><br>tssss( exhailing as he slices)<br><br>Mazoku narrowly managed to parry the attack, but he still took some damage.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Health has been reduced by 30</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>‘One more time I almost have it...It will go under my sword and go for my stomach’<br><br>He made it look as if he was going to slash downwards again, but changed his grip, and rotated his body at the last second allowing him to cut upwards into the wolf's throat.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have dealt a critical hit.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div>‘ I can do this I just have to keep this u.....’<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Health has reduced by 30</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>As soon as his sword connected with the alphas wolves that were in the vicinity began to target him also.<br><br>‘Well who knew i would end up dying on my first day ingame.’<br><br>“Ha!” Yelled Mazoku as he charged into the wolves that now surrounded the alpha.<br><br>‘ If i go down might as well do it like a boss.’<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have gained a new skill Murderous Aura I<br>Intimidate opponents with your murderous aura reducing armour and attack<br>May be used to force monsters to accept you as their master at higher levels<br>Consumes 10 mana/sec</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>He cut one wolf’s back leg he then jumped forward rolling, and spun his body around quickly cutting it’s throat. As another approached he stabbed his katana into it’s chest and unsheathed his other.<br><br>“Gah!” A wolf had bitten into his leg.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Health has been reduced by 20</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>Mazoku only had 40 hp left, and he was bleeding out due to all the wounds he had. <br><br>“OH BABY!!!!!!!!” Yelled Barkness as his mace pummeled the wolf that had just bit Mazoku.<br><br>“Goddess of life grant me thy power, fill the void that has been opened. Heal!” A green light shot from his hand and flew towards Mazoku.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>120 hp has been restored.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>Mazoku shook his leg that was now void of pain. “Thanks man I almost died there...” <br><br>Silently Barkness stared at Mazoku, and charged towards him. With a deathly serious look in his eyes he lifted his mace. Frantically readying himself Mazoku got into a defensive stance.<br><br>“Oh Baby!!!!” Barkness’ mace went straight towards Mazoku’s neck, but it didn't hit him.<br><br>There was a loud thud, and the alpha male that Mazoku had been fighting was thrown to the side from the force of Barkness’ hit.<br><br>‘..........’<br><br>Barkness was trying his hardest not to laugh, but he couldn’t hold it back any longer.<br>“Hahahaha you looked so scared bro! Don’t you remember player killing isn't allowed for the first month ?” <br><br>‘ I swear I’m going to destroy this bastard once player killing is allowed.’<br><br>“Murderous Aura” Mazoku yelled in anger.<br><br>‘10 mana a sec, That should give me 27 seconds worth. ‘<br><br>“Hahahahahahaha” Mazoku laughed in a sinister voice.<br><br>“Thats 22 seconds to many to deal with you.” He said turning towards the alpha male.<br><br>He calmed himself regulating his breathing, and lowered his katana into a chudan stance. <br><br>‘..........’<br><br>The battle began.<br><br>The wolf charged towards him with bloodshot eyes full of anger. It was set on sinking it’s teeth into mazoku.<br><br>Mazoku closed his eyes and remained still. People in the arena started to notice, and were risking there lives trying to sneak a peak at the battle that was unfolding. An enormous wolf was charging toward a guy with his eyes closed.<br><br>‘Exhale.......Inhale...... Wait for it. Don’t rush yourself.’<br><br>The wolf as if it had seen the still mazoku as a prey that was admitting defeat picked up it’s pace and charged forward. Every step it took sent a shock into the hearts of the spectators. It was only a matter of time before it was nearly in front of mazoku.<br><br>Mazoku was dead still. So silent he almost seemed to not be breathing when the wolf was mere steps away from him, but suddenly he opened his eyes. Red deep eyes he looked even more bloodthirsty than the wolf staring at him. It seemed like once he made contact with the wolf it tried to stop but it was already too late. Mazoku had reversed his grip on his katana, and spun his body slicing upwards beheading the wolf.<br><br>Silence filled the arena.<br><br>OH BABY!!!!!!!!!! GG BRO!!!!!!!!!!! Barkness ended the silence yelling as he started to kill more wolves. The other players will to fight was strengthened by the fight between mazoku and the alpha. However mazoku wasn’t concerned about that.<br><br>‘22 seconds left’ A huge smile crept across his face as he picked up his other katana, and commenced to slaughter more wolves. <br><br>“Holy shit man that dude looks crazy”<br>“Yeah bro thank God He’s on our team”<br>“Let’s make a guild and recruit him later.”<br><br>The players in the stadium were excited they finished the wolves off in no time and were soon resting. All the while Mazoku was starting at something.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;">Ring of the Alpha<br>Level Requirement:10<br>Equip Bonuses<br>Strenght +5<br>Agility +5<br>Vitality +5<br>Endurance + 25<br>Health +50</div><br><br><br>‘First drop of the game, and it’s not half bad. Too bad I need to be level 10 though’<br>After observing the ring Mazoku checked his level to distribute his stat points. He was now level 9.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i1296.photobucket.com/albums/ag9/Baddiez/stat9_zpsef4831ec.png" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fi1296.photobucket.com%2falbums%2fag9%2f...4831ec.png"></div><br><br>‘One more level then i’ll be able to get some actual abilities, and finally pick my class’<br><br>Slowly he stood using a wolf pelt he had picked up he wiped the blood of his katanas, but did not sheathe them. Everyone was staring at him wondering why he was still acting like he was going to fight.<br><br>‘Seriously it’s never this simple man why do they think it’s over’ Mazoku thought as he stared at people sitting around talking as if the doors were magically going to open, and the quest would be over.<br><br>This time a golden light filled the stadium, but what Aaron expected was maybe bears or some centaurs... What appeared were lions. Roaring like they were mad 50 male lions appeared in front of the remaining players.<br><br>Everyone immediately stared at Mazoku like they were waiting for the commands of a commander. He signaled for barkness to come, and told him to get those with shields in front of everyone, and to put the archers, and mages at the back.<br><br>‘ This won’t work without teamwork, but i got a bunch of damn scrubs’<br><br>“Block them! Block them!”<br>“Dude wtf are you doing shoot!”<br>“Heal me! Heal me!”<br><br>It was an absolute disaster mazoku had killed a few lions himself, but the other players were so unorganized it was unreal. Those who started out learning a healing spell were using heavy heals even on people with only a little damage. The mages were using the strongest spells thinking that was the best way to do damage. The archers were hitting their allies. Even the heavy armoured players were having trouble keeping the lions at bay.<br><br>Mazoku couldn't stand it anymore. Even if he was a solo player he couldn't just sit back and watch them fail, because in the end it would affect him also.<br><br>“ Healers only use big heals on those with extremely low hp. Mages focus your small spells on one target. Archers GET YOU HEADS OUT OF YOUR ASSES AND SHOOT THE ENEMY!”<br><br>Soon the battle was becoming more organized the tides had been turned. The lions were slowly being defeated one by one. Of course during all this mazoku wasn’t sitting back twiddling his thumbs. He was isolating lions one at a time killing them himself. The battle soon ended, and cheers were spread out through the arena even Mazoku decided to relax.<br><br>“.................”<br>Eventually a black light filled the arena.<br><br>Shields, staves, daggers, swords almost every person in the arena gave up throwing their weapons on the ground accepting death.<br><br>“Fuck this dude I quit.”<br>“Yeah man this totally killed the moment”<br>“ Can’t believe I wasted my time with this BS.”<br><br>Even mazoku just sat down indian style with his swords in his lap, and was waiting to die.<br><br>‘ This seriously is BS’<br><br>Flying in the sky was something dark black, ferocious. It was exuding a tremendous murderous aura. A black dragon.<br><br>With it’s wings spread, it roared flooding the entire arena with it’s voice. It flew in circles as if taunting it’s prey. No one even bothered to fight back. They were all patiently waiting to die, return the game and maybe rage on some forums for a bit.<br><br>The dragon soon stopped directly above the arena. A loud inhaling sound was heard the dragons stomach bulged it was getting ready to wipe everyone out in one fell swoop. Fire consumed everything nothing was left where the fire went nothing survived even the weapons left on the racks dissolved. It was the end everyone died.<br><br>Mazokus was waiting in the dark he figured that he was being logged out, and was furious.<br>Suddenly, he heard merchants, and vendors. He opened his eyes, and was in the middle of a city alongside all the other players who had been in the arena battle. Even those who had died were there.<br><br>“Those damn trolls!”<br><br><br><br>Ding!<br><br>Quest Completed<br><br>You have valiantly displayed that you have what it takes to defend a city. Odrosol City Is now available to players of the United States Region.<br><br>Quest Rewards: 1000 xp, 5 health potions, 5 mana potions. For being the top contributors in the fight you receive 2x Experience for 2 weeks,and 25% chance of rare loot drop.<br><br>‘ I didn't lose anything, and my character history said i still haven't died. Wow I guess they really did troll us with a dragon.’<br><br>"Now for my class" Said mazoku as he hurriedly opened his stat's window to distribute his stat points and check his level.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">System Notice</span><br><br>Everyone in the plaza was quiet wondering what this mysterious system notice was.<br><br><br><br>*****************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************<br>Special thanks to Cat, Verelios, Shrimp, Chronos, Vindrue, Zapper for all the help.<br>Also bdark for inspiring me to make barkness XD<br>And sunny for being sunny yet again ;)<br><br>I apologize for the quality of the tables, and boxes I will upload better versions soon<br><br>For any questions regarding the stances I used.<br><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i1296.photobucket.com/albums/ag9/Baddiez/kendo_zps9a654a1a.jpg" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fi1296.photobucket.com%2falbums%2fag9%2f...654a1a.jpg"></div><br><br>Feel free to comment on anything you feel i accept contructive criticism XD </div>

Chapter 1 ‘The note, I wonder what it says.’ Thought Aaron as he removed his Busby™. He slowly sat up and walked over to where he had left his backpack to get the note. ‘Well here goes nothing, might as well open it’ Carefully removing the heart shaped sticker he managed to open the letter To: Aaron From: Hime Since the first day you transferred to this school, I've had my eye on you. I couldn't help, but fall in love. You are amazing. It’s like every time I see you I want to run towards you and hug you and tell you how much I love you. I know we may not know each other very well, but I love you Aaron. I really love you. Will you be my boyfriend? Circle one Yes/No ‘Wow a girl actually likes me. Finally the day has come. I will finally be able to end the dry spell I've had since the day I was born.’ “This is too good to be true!” He said blinking his eyes. Looking at the note again, he froze. To: Aaron From: Hime Hi future (slave)Comrade. I heard you were a solo player so I’ve decided to (force)invite you to an in-game guild for solo players. You will only be required to attend special meetings once a month. Also, you will have to farm a special mask that cannot be removed by other players even after your death. Would you like to join us? Circle one Yes/Yes “What the hell!” “GG” He said silently as he grinned ‘She trolled me good.’ He thought smiling ‘ I should’ve just stayed in the damn game. Now I have to log back in.’ “Welcome to Exodus Online, Mazoku.” “World Wide launch Will commence in 10 seconds.” 10......5......3....2.....1 A red light suddenly engulfed everything. Soon, his surroundings changed. He found himself in the middle of a city. The sky was slightly orange as the sun was setting. The wind was blowing to the north. He was in the city of Odrosol. In front of him was a wide, circular, arena building. Lining the walls of the interior was every weapon imaginable. Short swords, claymores, Long swords, rapiers, battle axes, staves, wands, whips, shields, halberds, spears, chakrams, kukris, machetes, blow-darts, senbon, shuriken, etc. The list goes on. A smile suddenly appeared on Mazoku’s face. He was eyeing a rack lined with different katanas. ‘Just what I was looking for.’ He grabbed two katanas and held them out firmly, one in each hand. Normally, this would be hard to do in real life, but as he had 15 points in strength at character creation, he could handle both with ease. “What a scrub. Look at him; thinking he’s a badass trying to use two swords. Ha, dude lets go watch him get facerolled.” The other players were ridiculing Mazoku, as he picked his swords and was practicing swinging them. Some even went so far as to try and get him to duel them, but Mazoku just ignored them. Soon players started to wonder why the doors to the coliseum were not opening. DING! Quest Has Been Accepted. “Quest log.” Mazoku said nervously | The Right to LiveDescription: The battle is about to start now. All players will be tasked with defeating the incoming mobs. Rewards will be given based on individual performance.Experience will be awarded based on damage to each mob.Reward: City of Odrosol becomes available to players of your region. | | --- | “What the hell! This is BS! They didn't say anything about this in the game guide.” The players were raging. ‘Well, looks like I get a chance to test out my new katanas.’ After a few minutes, a bright light filled the arena. The monsters that spawned were rabbits. ‘Rabbits? Seriously?’ Mazoku was surprised but still remained suspicious. “Dude, I can’t believe you were scared. I got this man, stand back.” A player wearing mage robes with a staff in hand walked up to the rabbits and hit one in the head. The arena was silent, waiting to see what would happen next. The small rabbit let out a squeal as it fled. Immediately the player in the mage robes let out a scream as he was engulfed by rabbits and was clawed to death. “D...d...dude what the hell is this, I'm out of here.” Players were running around, trying to find an exit. Some even tried to log out. “What the fu**. If I logout I can’t log in for a week in-game time “ Players who log out during the arena battle phase will face a log-in ban lasting 2 days and 6 hours Are you sure you wish to log out? Yes/No Players began to fight, and be devoured one by one. Some even took the log-in ban and just left. Even so Mazoku continued to watch the battle unfold, and while watching one particular player caught his eye. A guy was running around slaughtering rabbits, but the weird thing was that he was yelling “GG, GG” after each kill. After a few more moment Mazoku slowly unsheathed his swords. “The heavens tremble before my feet. The sky darkens upon my arrival. I call upon the power of the ancients.” His swords hummed and gave off a dark black light. Soon the entire stadium’s attention was focused on him. “Sweet dude, how did he do that?" "Isn't that the beginner spell that has different effects depending on how you use it?" "You can use that on weapons?” Mazoku ignored the stares and charged towards the rabbits that conveniently jumped towards him. With a swift downward stroke he cut through the first rabbit. Immediately he brought his sword back up. Pivoting, he cut through two more rabbits before bringing both swords down on two rabbits in front of him. They were cut straight down the middle. | You have leveled up. You gain 5 Attribute Points. You are now level 2 | | --- | ‘This is easier than I thought it would be.’ Said Mazoku as he continued to slaughter the rabbits. He ignored the constant stream of messages. Soon other players started to deal with the rabbits also. And after a while the last one was finally killed. The arena sounded with cheers of joy. Everyone was celebrating, everyone except for Mazoku; who was quickly distributing his stat points. He was now level 5.  ‘Why hasn’t the quest updated to completed?’ The ground began to rumble, and a bright blue light blinded everyone. The arena was filled with angry growls. Wolves that seemed to not have eaten in weeks lined the walls. Those who were alone were already being devoured. Mazoku stood up to get ready when suddenly something tapped his back. He spun around, katanas in hand, ready to cut whatever it was, but was greeted with a familiar phrase. “GG dude. I shit you not man, we are fucked.... Lets party up bro. We’ll last longer that way. Besides, you’re the only one who actually seems to know what they are doing.” ‘....’ Barkness has sent you a party invitation. “I play solo bro, sorry.” said Mazoku without even looking up from his stats panel. Barkness has sent you a party invitation. ‘.................’ Barkness has sent you a party invitation. ‘...............’ Barkness has sent you a party invitation. ‘............’ Barkness has sent you a party invitation ‘...........’ You have joined Barkness’ party. “GG” Said Barkness with a huge smile on his face Sighing Mazoku stood, unsheathing his katanas yet again. He faced the wolves and reactivated his spell. Targeting a wolf in front of him he swung his sword down like a guillotine. “OH BABY!” Yelled Barkness as his club made contact with the wolf’s face, annihilating it before Mazoku’s sword could even reach it. ‘Why did I party with this dude, dammit!’ thought Mazoku with an annoyed look. He spun around quickly and walked towards a pack of 3 wolves staring at them with a crazed look in his eyes. Immediately he sheathed one of his katanas, and got into a Jodan stance. With a furious look in his eyes, he stood motionless. Blood from the rabbits flowed down his katana , sweat filled his face, and his breathing became steadier. He was a silent killer striking down his enemies one after another, and the only thing that could be heard was the slight burst of air expelled at each strike. Mazoku exhaled closing his eyes. ‘Who knew the kendo lesson mom made me get would actually come in handy’ When he opened his eyes he in front of him was a big wolf that seemed to be bigger than the others. ‘This must be the alpha male. This ought to be fun.’ The wolf growled than charged. Predicting this Mazoku brought his sword down unto the head of the wolf, but it dodged it. ‘What the hell, how can it dodge my sword.’ After dodging the strike successfully the wolf continued and dug it’s teeth into moazku’s ribs. | Health has been reduced by 60. | | --- | ‘Holy shit this is way faster than the others, and lot stronger too.’ The wolf growled as it faced off with Mazoku. He ran towards the wolf attempting to cut it again. | Health has been reduced by 60. | | --- | Mozoku had only been hit twice, but he had already lost half of his life. The wolf was still at full hp. ‘Calm down...... Breath..... Straighten your stance.’ As Mazoku calmed himself and focused on the battle the wolves movements became clearer. ‘It should dodge my sword and attack from my right side.’ tssss( exhailing as he slices) Mazoku narrowly managed to parry the attack, but he still took some damage. | Health has been reduced by 30 | | --- | ‘One more time I almost have it...It will go under my sword and go for my stomach’ He made it look as if he was going to slash downwards again, but changed his grip, and rotated his body at the last second allowing him to cut upwards into the wolf's throat. | You have dealt a critical hit. | | --- | ‘ I can do this I just have to keep this u.....’ | Health has reduced by 30 | | --- | As soon as his sword connected with the alphas wolves that were in the vicinity began to target him also. ‘Well who knew i would end up dying on my first day ingame.’ “Ha!” Yelled Mazoku as he charged into the wolves that now surrounded the alpha. ‘ If i go down might as well do it like a boss.’ | You have gained a new skill Murderous Aura IIntimidate opponents with your murderous aura reducing armour and attackMay be used to force monsters to accept you as their master at higher levelsConsumes 10 mana/sec | | --- | He cut one wolf’s back leg he then jumped forward rolling, and spun his body around quickly cutting it’s throat. As another approached he stabbed his katana into it’s chest and unsheathed his other. “Gah!” A wolf had bitten into his leg. | Health has been reduced by 20 | | --- | Mazoku only had 40 hp left, and he was bleeding out due to all the wounds he had. “OH BABY!!!!!!!!” Yelled Barkness as his mace pummeled the wolf that had just bit Mazoku. “Goddess of life grant me thy power, fill the void that has been opened. Heal!” A green light shot from his hand and flew towards Mazoku. | 120 hp has been restored. | | --- | Mazoku shook his leg that was now void of pain. “Thanks man I almost died there...” Silently Barkness stared at Mazoku, and charged towards him. With a deathly serious look in his eyes he lifted his mace. Frantically readying himself Mazoku got into a defensive stance. “Oh Baby!!!!” Barkness’ mace went straight towards Mazoku’s neck, but it didn't hit him. There was a loud thud, and the alpha male that Mazoku had been fighting was thrown to the side from the force of Barkness’ hit. ‘..........’ Barkness was trying his hardest not to laugh, but he couldn’t hold it back any longer. “Hahahaha you looked so scared bro! Don’t you remember player killing isn't allowed for the first month ?” ‘ I swear I’m going to destroy this bastard once player killing is allowed.’ “Murderous Aura” Mazoku yelled in anger. ‘10 mana a sec, That should give me 27 seconds worth. ‘ “Hahahahahahaha” Mazoku laughed in a sinister voice. “Thats 22 seconds to many to deal with you.” He said turning towards the alpha male. He calmed himself regulating his breathing, and lowered his katana into a chudan stance. ‘..........’ The battle began. The wolf charged towards him with bloodshot eyes full of anger. It was set on sinking it’s teeth into mazoku. Mazoku closed his eyes and remained still. People in the arena started to notice, and were risking there lives trying to sneak a peak at the battle that was unfolding. An enormous wolf was charging toward a guy with his eyes closed. ‘Exhale.......Inhale...... Wait for it. Don’t rush yourself.’ The wolf as if it had seen the still mazoku as a prey that was admitting defeat picked up it’s pace and charged forward. Every step it took sent a shock into the hearts of the spectators. It was only a matter of time before it was nearly in front of mazoku. Mazoku was dead still. So silent he almost seemed to not be breathing when the wolf was mere steps away from him, but suddenly he opened his eyes. Red deep eyes he looked even more bloodthirsty than the wolf staring at him. It seemed like once he made contact with the wolf it tried to stop but it was already too late. Mazoku had reversed his grip on his katana, and spun his body slicing upwards beheading the wolf. Silence filled the arena. OH BABY!!!!!!!!!! GG BRO!!!!!!!!!!! Barkness ended the silence yelling as he started to kill more wolves. The other players will to fight was strengthened by the fight between mazoku and the alpha. However mazoku wasn’t concerned about that. ‘22 seconds left’ A huge smile crept across his face as he picked up his other katana, and commenced to slaughter more wolves. “Holy shit man that dude looks crazy” “Yeah bro thank God He’s on our team” “Let’s make a guild and recruit him later.” The players in the stadium were excited they finished the wolves off in no time and were soon resting. All the while Mazoku was starting at something. Ring of the Alpha Level Requirement:10 Equip Bonuses Strenght +5 Agility +5 Vitality +5 Endurance + 25 Health +50 ‘First drop of the game, and it’s not half bad. Too bad I need to be level 10 though’ After observing the ring Mazoku checked his level to distribute his stat points. He was now level 9.  ‘One more level then i’ll be able to get some actual abilities, and finally pick my class’ Slowly he stood using a wolf pelt he had picked up he wiped the blood of his katanas, but did not sheathe them. Everyone was staring at him wondering why he was still acting like he was going to fight. ‘Seriously it’s never this simple man why do they think it’s over’ Mazoku thought as he stared at people sitting around talking as if the doors were magically going to open, and the quest would be over. This time a golden light filled the stadium, but what Aaron expected was maybe bears or some centaurs... What appeared were lions. Roaring like they were mad 50 male lions appeared in front of the remaining players. Everyone immediately stared at Mazoku like they were waiting for the commands of a commander. He signaled for barkness to come, and told him to get those with shields in front of everyone, and to put the archers, and mages at the back. ‘ This won’t work without teamwork, but i got a bunch of damn scrubs’ “Block them! Block them!” “Dude wtf are you doing shoot!” “Heal me! Heal me!” It was an absolute disaster mazoku had killed a few lions himself, but the other players were so unorganized it was unreal. Those who started out learning a healing spell were using heavy heals even on people with only a little damage. The mages were using the strongest spells thinking that was the best way to do damage. The archers were hitting their allies. Even the heavy armoured players were having trouble keeping the lions at bay. Mazoku couldn't stand it anymore. Even if he was a solo player he couldn't just sit back and watch them fail, because in the end it would affect him also. “ Healers only use big heals on those with extremely low hp. Mages focus your small spells on one target. Archers GET YOU HEADS OUT OF YOUR ASSES AND SHOOT THE ENEMY!” Soon the battle was becoming more organized the tides had been turned. The lions were slowly being defeated one by one. Of course during all this mazoku wasn’t sitting back twiddling his thumbs. He was isolating lions one at a time killing them himself. The battle soon ended, and cheers were spread out through the arena even Mazoku decided to relax. “.................” Eventually a black light filled the arena. Shields, staves, daggers, swords almost every person in the arena gave up throwing their weapons on the ground accepting death. “Fuck this dude I quit.” “Yeah man this totally killed the moment” “ Can’t believe I wasted my time with this BS.” Even mazoku just sat down indian style with his swords in his lap, and was waiting to die. ‘ This seriously is BS’ Flying in the sky was something dark black, ferocious. It was exuding a tremendous murderous aura. A black dragon. With it’s wings spread, it roared flooding the entire arena with it’s voice. It flew in circles as if taunting it’s prey. No one even bothered to fight back. They were all patiently waiting to die, return the game and maybe rage on some forums for a bit. The dragon soon stopped directly above the arena. A loud inhaling sound was heard the dragons stomach bulged it was getting ready to wipe everyone out in one fell swoop. Fire consumed everything nothing was left where the fire went nothing survived even the weapons left on the racks dissolved. It was the end everyone died. Mazokus was waiting in the dark he figured that he was being logged out, and was furious. Suddenly, he heard merchants, and vendors. He opened his eyes, and was in the middle of a city alongside all the other players who had been in the arena battle. Even those who had died were there. “Those damn trolls!” Ding! Quest Completed You have valiantly displayed that you have what it takes to defend a city. Odrosol City Is now available to players of the United States Region. Quest Rewards: 1000 xp, 5 health potions, 5 mana potions. For being the top contributors in the fight you receive 2x Experience for 2 weeks,and 25% chance of rare loot drop. ‘ I didn't lose anything, and my character history said i still haven't died. Wow I guess they really did troll us with a dragon.’ "Now for my class" Said mazoku as he hurriedly opened his stat's window to distribute his stat points and check his level. System Notice Everyone in the plaza was quiet wondering what this mysterious system notice was. ***************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** Special thanks to Cat, Verelios, Shrimp, Chronos, Vindrue, Zapper for all the help. Also bdark for inspiring me to make barkness XD And sunny for being sunny yet again ;) I apologize for the quality of the tables, and boxes I will upload better versions soon For any questions regarding the stances I used.  Feel free to comment on anything you feel i accept contructive criticism XD

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> So where was i? Ow yes standing in front of a mirror looking at the new me, that is to say the new armour i was wearing, i now finally look evil, ‘so cool, so black, hehe it even has spiky bits,’ i thought to myself doing a little jig inside my head, before my body started too copy my mind and do the jig my new minion, Chip got my attention she was staring into an alcove that i had missed in my excitement to get to the armour, she also appeared to be shacking while emitting a strange purring sound, to me this was a completely new development i never new goblins could purr.<br><br>Female goblins are what you could consider, to be a rare species only ever being seen in some of the bigger goblin camps, and they are made all the more rarer, because said camps are usually utterly destroyed by users on ncp guards, so her actions and behaviour now is a complete surprise to me.<br><br>Walking over i came to a complete stop as i reached her side, i had intended to ask what she was doing, but after glancing in the direction she was looking, all i could do was stand their rooted in place staring at the same thing while from my own lips, a sound not that different from a purr emerged. ‘and really who could blame the two of us as in front of us is what appears to be an alcove that is not only quite deep but also stacked from floor to roof with glittering gold coins.’<br><br>We must have been stood there for some time before my legs began to ache, jolting me out of my hypnosis ‘mwahahahaha all that gold, all mine, all mine’ i cried in my head ‘who ever said being evil isn’t rewarding needs to be blind folded, placed up against a wall and shot repeatedly,’ slowly patting my new minion on the head, at her glorious find she looked up at me weekly a small smile on her face, ‘if it was human you could describe it as cute, but as it was goblin and dirty it was slightly of putting, thank goodness the new helm hid 90% of my grimacing face. I can always order her to clean herself up?’<br><br>Right now thought i need move, first have chip collect two, no three bags of all that gold, when go get the other goblin bob’s to come here and collect the rest, then move everything back to the room with my new slave, ow yes and i have to punish her for laughing at me as well, ‘so much to do i decided as we left the treasure room, clinking all the way in my excitement.<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"> The best laid plans never work, </span> and the evidence for that statement happens to be right in front of my eye’s at first, i was going to kill them for being slow, ‘ them being my new minion bob’s that i had ordered to take their camp down.’ Then having got closer to the camp i realised that they had, at least started to take it down, so i should show them some mercy however.<br><br>“I AM DEFENATLY GOING TO TORTURE SOME OF THEM.” I yelled as we entered the camp, there wasn’t a goblin bob in sight, i was now furious, not only had they not taken down the camp, they failed to great me, their rightful ruler, and to top it off they seem to have vanished, ‘i’m going to skin at least one of them alive for running away.’<br><br>It was chip that was, ‘i have to admit struggling under the weight of three bulging sacks of gold coins’, that surprised me next she dropped the bags on the floor, at first i thought she did it because she was scared, that i had just proclaimed i was going to torture her kin. But to my surprise she wasn’t paying me much attention, her eyes were darting left and right searching for the others i low squeaking sound emitting from her, as she slowly went from one tent to another looking inside each.<br><br>I got the feeling something didn’t quite fit which immediately helped calm me down, as chip started to pick up her pace, between tents looking left and right her quiet squeaking getting louder all the time. As she was checking the tents, i calmly walked into the middle of the camp my eyes shifted left and right, my brain finally started to absorb the images my eyes were sending it, ‘broken spear, goblin made. Half a shield. These belonged to my minions.’ I knelt down next to a sword that was left on the ground it was a pathetic sword in regards to loot so was left behind, there was green blood covering the handle and a slight trace of fresh red blood the on the blade.<br><br>A player did this or a party of players i mussed, ‘how disappointing so much for my army of bob’s. Wait, wait no they were my bob’s i should do something about this,’ i could feel the anger inside me start to boil over, Chip came up beside’s me crying, ‘if that’s what you can call the whisper high pitch squeaking she’s making, there are tears in her eyes so she must be.’ I don’t really blame her, it was her camp, she might have killed her own chief but that was one goblin not a whole camp, i knelt down in front of her, taking of my helm.<br><br>“Look at me Chip,” i said gently grabbing hold of her shoulders, “i am you’re master, no i’m more than that, now i will be your friend, your family, cast aside your grief, now is not the time to morn our loss, now is the time to take up our arms and revenge your kin.” I said as the tears on her face stopped dropping and she slowly nodded her head i could see the fires building in the back off her yellow eye’s, on impulse i opened the menu system and going through my now enlarged inventory selected and select the two items i was looking for the shield and sword that i had originally started with at the beginning of this dungeon exploration.<br><br>I slowly handed them to Chip, ‘it isn’t a great loss there’s nothing special about the equipment,’ i thought as chip slowly grabbed them and stood up fire burning with every step she started heading out of the camp, as a re-equipped the black helm and made to follow, stopping momentarily to hide the three bags of loot that chip had carried, ‘right now ordering her to carry the loot would make me feel bad! Wait isn’t that the whole point? Ow well whatever.’<br><br>At some point the system had managed to catch up with me and was flashing a message at me in the bottom corner of my vision.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Familiarity with goblins has risen, you can now understand more goblin speech goblins will be on friendlier terms when approached without hostility being made.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Gifts given to Goblin named Chip.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Goblin female<br><br>A female goblin named chip, currently serving under a dark over lord.<br>Familiarity 100% - Chip will now give her life to you, follow any request, or order no matter how dangerous.<br><br>Life 10198/10300, Mana 10200/10200, level 120, Attack 56 +120, Defence 32 +140.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>‘Humph didn’t have to do much for that to happen.’<br><br>It appears that the however slaughtered my new minions is quiet high in level i wonder if they’ll be able to kill me? I was puzzling over that fact then chip started heading in a familiar direction, looking at the ground as if following something that i couldn’t see, as i suddenly remembered what lay in the direction we were moving towards, the throne room, ‘wait i left my slave in there, they’re going to steal my slave, how dare they,’ i thought as our speed picked up a felt the inside of my body go cold and my vision started to get slightly hazy, looking down to find out why, i was reassured to find that it was only my armour giving of the same dark haze that it did when i first put it on.<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>(Authors notes: due to complications this next passage will have a different format for the people that are speaking. Cos i’m no good with names, p.s try not to get confused with the thoughts and speech bits “,” for speech ‘,’ for thought * for actions)<br>------------------------------------------------------------------------- <br>The adventures finally reached their destination the home of the last boss. The dungeon boss to be greeted by an empty room.<br><br>“say what’s going on here?” one of the adventures a male combat class knight, wielding a long sword in heavy armour asked looking around confused. (i will name him subject A)<br><br>“No idea.” A second combat adventurer also a male combat class, but wearing light armour but wilding an axe replied. (Let’s call this one subject B)<br><br>“The room is definitely empty” a female voice that was wearing a white robe belonging to a healer in their party, answered. (subject C.) <br><br>“No its not, look at the throne.” A third male voice answered this man was an archer with a long bow and light armour. (subject, D)<br><br>“He’s right theirs someone attached to the chair.” A forth male wearing another robe while clutching a staff, said looking at the thrown. (subject 1)((cos any male that wears a robe in public needs to flogged.)<br><br>A)“wonder what this is all about then?”<br><br>C) “let's ask them”<br><br>D)”do be careful it might be a trap”<br><br>B)”you think”<br><br>A)”he’s right. The healer and I will talk to them.”<br><br>B)”i’m staying by the door.” ‘always taking the girl hmm’<br><br>D) i’ll cover the middle then.”<br><br>1) “where do you want me?”<br><br>B)’the pansy speaks dear god.’<br><br>A) “where ever you want.”<br><br>1) “i’ll go to the front then.”<br><br>And so the adventures spread out across the extremely large last chamber, one standing guard by the door the other taking up a position half way into the room, the other three converged on the throne and the slave that was currently attached to it, to find out what exactly was happening.<br><br>C) “hey are you alright” <br><br>The slave looked up in surprise.<br><br>A)”Don’t worry we’ve come to save you.”<br><br>S)”You can’t you don’t have the key. The slave answered.<br><br>C)”Were is it?”<br><br>S)”The other one has it”<br><br>1)”Other one, who’s that?” <br><br>S) “The person who came to free, me but he didn’t.”<br><br> C)”What do you mean?”<br><br>S) “The other person the one who beat the evil lord.”<br>A)”I don’t quiet follow you.”<br><br>1)”She saying someone else killed the boss and took the key.”<br><br>S)*nods in reply*<br><br>A)”Damn,”<br><br>C)”where did he go?”<br><br>S)”He said he was going to collect some minion.” <br><br> C)???????????<br><br>Suddenly there was a loud crash from behind then and the room goes quiet, the wooden doors were now hanging from their hinges having being forcefully booted inwards at incredible speed, were the doors should be is now a thick black like mist, there are rapid sounds of metal hitting stone, and suddenly a gurgling sound can be herd the enemy was here.<br><br>---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>I grabbed chip by the shoulder to slow her down just before, we reached the closed wooden doors to my throne room, the enemy were in there, i could feel it in my gut.<br>“Stay to the shadows.” I warned her before facing the door, ‘how to do this’ i thought thinking of several different strategies simultaneously, ‘fast breach and straight at the first person i see i’m going to make their life’s short and painful, breach and clear tactic then’ i thought to myself as a clenched and unclenched my fist at my side, ‘this was going to be bloody,’ i decided as a started running full pelt towards the wooden door, i thought the door would at least show some resistance it being a door and all, it proved to be allot easier to get in than i thought as it practically burst of its hinges when my shoulder connected with it.<br><br>It took seconds to find my first target, a male ‘combat class light armour’ the thought was instantaneous a ran as fast as i could to reach him my new boots pounding on the stone floor as a speed towards him, he had enough time to turn around, just enough to gape at me in surprise as my left hand automatically reached for his neck, i lifted him off the floor ‘by at least two foot,’ his legs started kicking as he tried to breath, a squeezed harder as he gasped, and on instinct plunged my right had towards his chest.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Critical Hit Armour Penetrated.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>My right hand had penetrated his armour, his skin and bone, the player suddenly coughed up blood spitting it all over my nice black armour, i must have had fire in my eyes, i was even more furious at him, as my right hand clenched i dragged it back out of his body, with a load ripping noise, even more blood spurted out of his mouth and this time his chest too, squirted out torrents of fresh red blood coating me from head to foot.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Mortal wound inflicted.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>‘Hu never had that message before’ i thought as a gazed at what was in my right hand, ‘yep that would be why,’ in my right hand still beating feebly while spurting the last of its contents out was the players heart, i held it up to show him before squeezing it in front of his shocked eyes.<br><br>“For my minions” i growled squeezing the heart.<br><br>I dropped him on the floor as the heart in my hand turned into mush, his body immediately turned grey disappearing from my sight.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Soul Absorbed.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br> The room went even quieter, for a few seconds as the darkness that surrounded me grew thicker.<br>But it didn’t last long a girl at the other end of the room shrieked at the sight of me now dripping wet with blood. One of the people next to her another male wearing armour swore, and quickly charged straight at me, head long sprinting past a second person who was equally as fast in his response, he had started to notch an arrow to his bow, but didn’t get to fire it as chip who had entered just as fast as i had done, bashed him with the shield i had given her, she had kept to the shadows just as i had instructed her, so the surprise attack was complete. The archer out of the way for now i had to deal with the new threat that was rapidly approaching.<br><br>I didn’t have time to think this time through, had to rely on my battle instincts and experience in the field as the knight in front of me swung his double handed sword over his head meaning to cut me in two, i stepped to the left of the attack my health decreasing by 200 points as the sword hit the floor, ‘not a bad swing but my fist is faster’ a punched it into his face sending him reeling backwards, he recovered magnificently spinning around while swinging the long sword in an arc, ‘ i can’t dodge this one normally i have a shield for moments like this.’ Have to make do.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"> Clink </span><br><br>I had done the unbelievable, ‘i don’t know how i had done it but i had.’ I had court the long sword in my hand, i had somehow managed to block what should have been a critical hit with my hand, ‘my own hand had managed to grasp a blade in mid swing.’ Quickly grabbing it with the other hand i yanked the blade forward towards me, at the same time putting allot of force into my foot which after three mille seconds of thought i placed firmly between my opponents legs with a crunch sound, ‘let’s see which you want to hold more your sword or your balls,’ evidently it was his balls, as he let go of the sword. ‘pain in this game is all too real.’<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Critical Hit.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>The man bent double on the floor as i stepped back throwing the sword to the back of the room.<br>He must of been in allot of pain as he was now trying to desperately crawl along the floor on hands and knees, ‘i decided to help him out a little’ and pushed him to floor with my boot. Before standing beside him placing my right boot his back twisting it. There was another horribly load crunching noise, this time from under my boot.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Critical Hit.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>‘Oh looks like i found a cockroach,’ drawing my new black sword from its scarab a plunged it into his back there was another crack this time the man screamed in pain as i twisted the sword left and right watching as his life bar rapidly shrunk to 0. He stopped moving and turned to grey.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Soul Absorbed.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>‘Two down three more to go,’ was my initially thought but i quickly changed that to two more, as chip seemed to have the upper hand in her fight with the archer, she had somehow managed to drop him to the floor, and was currently kneeling on him, bashing his head against the cold stone floor and the shield i had given her it looked like quiet bloody mess.<br><br><br>I was stopped from admiring my new minions work, as one of the two survivors at the end of the hall had started chanting, ‘a mage’ a thought swearing loudly, i need to get to him before he finishes whatever spell he’s casting. Half way too him i knew i wasn’t going to make it time, to stop him.<br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘you have covered me in blood, now i will cover you in glory,’</span> <br>‘! that wasn’t me,’ i realised as my arm holding the black sword moved on its own accord, pointing straight at the mage,<br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Soul Release.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>‘?? What,’ suddenly the darkness that had been enveloping my body started collecting towards the end of the blade tip, before it shoot out towards the mage screaming as it went, it split into two beams and then began to spiral as it went, hitting the mage he had only time to scream before the darkness surrounded him, all that could be seen was his life bar that was depleting very fast. It ran out quickly leaving no remains behind even the darkness disappeared. ‘ok ermm next.’<br><br>I looked in the direction of the last person a girl wearing a white robe, she was obviously a healer, and she was terrified to the bone, every time i took a step towards her she backed up, until her back reached a pillar, as i approached she sang down into a ball crying. <br><br>“please, please don’t,” she whimpered, as a grabbed hold of her robe and hoisted her to her feet leaving bloody hand prints on her white robe. Drawing back the sword i intended to give her a clean death.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">“STOP”</span><br><br>A new voice? The voice belonged to the only other living being in the room my slave.<br>“Please have mercy,”<br>“Mercy do you know who i am?”<br>“You are the lord please have mercy,”<br>“Do you know what she has done?” i roared<br>“No but i beg please have mercy,”<br><br>There was silence in the room.<br><br>“You will be punished, instead,” i told her.<br>“I will accept,” the slave answered<br><br>There was a soft growl from the side, chip had finished off the archer and was standing next to me, there were even bits of what looked like brains still dangling from the bloody shield.<br><br>‘Hmmm what to do,’<br>“Fine i will show mercy” the growl at my side got loader.<br>“Thank you, my lord,” the slave said looking relieved.<br><br>The girl in front of me stopped crying before she tried to get away, chip’s growl intensified.<br>“I said i will show mercy, and so i shall,” i told her as i turned away and started heading toward the thrown and my slave, “CHIP deal with her.”<br><br>Chip emitted the weirdest squeak i have herd to date, as she dropped the shield on the floor and drew out her two kitchen knife’s before tearing into the helpless healer, as she screamed in terror, the sound of blood spurting and cloth being shredded was most pleasant i decided.<br><br>--------------------------------- end chapter two ---------------------------------------<br><br>Authors notes: <br><br>My slave editor as vanished so i’m looking for a new one that’s the reason there’s so many mistakes though i think i got them all. Hope you enjoyed the blood feast </div>

So where was i? Ow yes standing in front of a mirror looking at the new me, that is to say the new armour i was wearing, i now finally look evil, ‘so cool, so black, hehe it even has spiky bits,’ i thought to myself doing a little jig inside my head, before my body started too copy my mind and do the jig my new minion, Chip got my attention she was staring into an alcove that i had missed in my excitement to get to the armour, she also appeared to be shacking while emitting a strange purring sound, to me this was a completely new development i never new goblins could purr. Female goblins are what you could consider, to be a rare species only ever being seen in some of the bigger goblin camps, and they are made all the more rarer, because said camps are usually utterly destroyed by users on ncp guards, so her actions and behaviour now is a complete surprise to me. Walking over i came to a complete stop as i reached her side, i had intended to ask what she was doing, but after glancing in the direction she was looking, all i could do was stand their rooted in place staring at the same thing while from my own lips, a sound not that different from a purr emerged. ‘and really who could blame the two of us as in front of us is what appears to be an alcove that is not only quite deep but also stacked from floor to roof with glittering gold coins.’ We must have been stood there for some time before my legs began to ache, jolting me out of my hypnosis ‘mwahahahaha all that gold, all mine, all mine’ i cried in my head ‘who ever said being evil isn’t rewarding needs to be blind folded, placed up against a wall and shot repeatedly,’ slowly patting my new minion on the head, at her glorious find she looked up at me weekly a small smile on her face, ‘if it was human you could describe it as cute, but as it was goblin and dirty it was slightly of putting, thank goodness the new helm hid 90% of my grimacing face. I can always order her to clean herself up?’ Right now thought i need move, first have chip collect two, no three bags of all that gold, when go get the other goblin bob’s to come here and collect the rest, then move everything back to the room with my new slave, ow yes and i have to punish her for laughing at me as well, ‘so much to do i decided as we left the treasure room, clinking all the way in my excitement. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The best laid plans never work, and the evidence for that statement happens to be right in front of my eye’s at first, i was going to kill them for being slow, ‘ them being my new minion bob’s that i had ordered to take their camp down.’ Then having got closer to the camp i realised that they had, at least started to take it down, so i should show them some mercy however. “I AM DEFENATLY GOING TO TORTURE SOME OF THEM.” I yelled as we entered the camp, there wasn’t a goblin bob in sight, i was now furious, not only had they not taken down the camp, they failed to great me, their rightful ruler, and to top it off they seem to have vanished, ‘i’m going to skin at least one of them alive for running away.’ It was chip that was, ‘i have to admit struggling under the weight of three bulging sacks of gold coins’, that surprised me next she dropped the bags on the floor, at first i thought she did it because she was scared, that i had just proclaimed i was going to torture her kin. But to my surprise she wasn’t paying me much attention, her eyes were darting left and right searching for the others i low squeaking sound emitting from her, as she slowly went from one tent to another looking inside each. I got the feeling something didn’t quite fit which immediately helped calm me down, as chip started to pick up her pace, between tents looking left and right her quiet squeaking getting louder all the time. As she was checking the tents, i calmly walked into the middle of the camp my eyes shifted left and right, my brain finally started to absorb the images my eyes were sending it, ‘broken spear, goblin made. Half a shield. These belonged to my minions.’ I knelt down next to a sword that was left on the ground it was a pathetic sword in regards to loot so was left behind, there was green blood covering the handle and a slight trace of fresh red blood the on the blade. A player did this or a party of players i mussed, ‘how disappointing so much for my army of bob’s. Wait, wait no they were my bob’s i should do something about this,’ i could feel the anger inside me start to boil over, Chip came up beside’s me crying, ‘if that’s what you can call the whisper high pitch squeaking she’s making, there are tears in her eyes so she must be.’ I don’t really blame her, it was her camp, she might have killed her own chief but that was one goblin not a whole camp, i knelt down in front of her, taking of my helm. “Look at me Chip,” i said gently grabbing hold of her shoulders, “i am you’re master, no i’m more than that, now i will be your friend, your family, cast aside your grief, now is not the time to morn our loss, now is the time to take up our arms and revenge your kin.” I said as the tears on her face stopped dropping and she slowly nodded her head i could see the fires building in the back off her yellow eye’s, on impulse i opened the menu system and going through my now enlarged inventory selected and select the two items i was looking for the shield and sword that i had originally started with at the beginning of this dungeon exploration. I slowly handed them to Chip, ‘it isn’t a great loss there’s nothing special about the equipment,’ i thought as chip slowly grabbed them and stood up fire burning with every step she started heading out of the camp, as a re-equipped the black helm and made to follow, stopping momentarily to hide the three bags of loot that chip had carried, ‘right now ordering her to carry the loot would make me feel bad! Wait isn’t that the whole point? Ow well whatever.’ At some point the system had managed to catch up with me and was flashing a message at me in the bottom corner of my vision. | Familiarity with goblins has risen, you can now understand more goblin speech goblins will be on friendlier terms when approached without hostility being made. | | --- | | Gifts given to Goblin named Chip. | | --- | | Goblin femaleA female goblin named chip, currently serving under a dark over lord.Familiarity 100% - Chip will now give her life to you, follow any request, or order no matter how dangerous.Life 10198/10300, Mana 10200/10200, level 120, Attack 56 +120, Defence 32 +140. | | --- | ‘Humph didn’t have to do much for that to happen.’ It appears that the however slaughtered my new minions is quiet high in level i wonder if they’ll be able to kill me? I was puzzling over that fact then chip started heading in a familiar direction, looking at the ground as if following something that i couldn’t see, as i suddenly remembered what lay in the direction we were moving towards, the throne room, ‘wait i left my slave in there, they’re going to steal my slave, how dare they,’ i thought as our speed picked up a felt the inside of my body go cold and my vision started to get slightly hazy, looking down to find out why, i was reassured to find that it was only my armour giving of the same dark haze that it did when i first put it on. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Authors notes: due to complications this next passage will have a different format for the people that are speaking. Cos i’m no good with names, p.s try not to get confused with the thoughts and speech bits “,” for speech ‘,’ for thought * for actions) ------------------------------------------------------------------------- The adventures finally reached their destination the home of the last boss. The dungeon boss to be greeted by an empty room. “say what’s going on here?” one of the adventures a male combat class knight, wielding a long sword in heavy armour asked looking around confused. (i will name him subject A) “No idea.” A second combat adventurer also a male combat class, but wearing light armour but wilding an axe replied. (Let’s call this one subject B) “The room is definitely empty” a female voice that was wearing a white robe belonging to a healer in their party, answered. (subject C.) “No its not, look at the throne.” A third male voice answered this man was an archer with a long bow and light armour. (subject, D) “He’s right theirs someone attached to the chair.” A forth male wearing another robe while clutching a staff, said looking at the thrown. (subject 1)((cos any male that wears a robe in public needs to flogged.) A)“wonder what this is all about then?” C) “let's ask them” D)”do be careful it might be a trap” B)”you think” A)”he’s right. The healer and I will talk to them.” B)”i’m staying by the door.” ‘always taking the girl hmm’ D) i’ll cover the middle then.” 1) “where do you want me?” B)’the pansy speaks dear god.’ A) “where ever you want.” 1) “i’ll go to the front then.” And so the adventures spread out across the extremely large last chamber, one standing guard by the door the other taking up a position half way into the room, the other three converged on the throne and the slave that was currently attached to it, to find out what exactly was happening. C) “hey are you alright” The slave looked up in surprise. A)”Don’t worry we’ve come to save you.” S)”You can’t you don’t have the key. The slave answered. C)”Were is it?” S)”The other one has it” 1)”Other one, who’s that?” S) “The person who came to free, me but he didn’t.” C)”What do you mean?” S) “The other person the one who beat the evil lord.” A)”I don’t quiet follow you.” 1)”She saying someone else killed the boss and took the key.” S)*nods in reply* A)”Damn,” C)”where did he go?” S)”He said he was going to collect some minion.” C)??????????? Suddenly there was a loud crash from behind then and the room goes quiet, the wooden doors were now hanging from their hinges having being forcefully booted inwards at incredible speed, were the doors should be is now a thick black like mist, there are rapid sounds of metal hitting stone, and suddenly a gurgling sound can be herd the enemy was here. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I grabbed chip by the shoulder to slow her down just before, we reached the closed wooden doors to my throne room, the enemy were in there, i could feel it in my gut. “Stay to the shadows.” I warned her before facing the door, ‘how to do this’ i thought thinking of several different strategies simultaneously, ‘fast breach and straight at the first person i see i’m going to make their life’s short and painful, breach and clear tactic then’ i thought to myself as a clenched and unclenched my fist at my side, ‘this was going to be bloody,’ i decided as a started running full pelt towards the wooden door, i thought the door would at least show some resistance it being a door and all, it proved to be allot easier to get in than i thought as it practically burst of its hinges when my shoulder connected with it. It took seconds to find my first target, a male ‘combat class light armour’ the thought was instantaneous a ran as fast as i could to reach him my new boots pounding on the stone floor as a speed towards him, he had enough time to turn around, just enough to gape at me in surprise as my left hand automatically reached for his neck, i lifted him off the floor ‘by at least two foot,’ his legs started kicking as he tried to breath, a squeezed harder as he gasped, and on instinct plunged my right had towards his chest. | Critical Hit Armour Penetrated. | | --- | My right hand had penetrated his armour, his skin and bone, the player suddenly coughed up blood spitting it all over my nice black armour, i must have had fire in my eyes, i was even more furious at him, as my right hand clenched i dragged it back out of his body, with a load ripping noise, even more blood spurted out of his mouth and this time his chest too, squirted out torrents of fresh red blood coating me from head to foot. | Mortal wound inflicted. | | --- | ‘Hu never had that message before’ i thought as a gazed at what was in my right hand, ‘yep that would be why,’ in my right hand still beating feebly while spurting the last of its contents out was the players heart, i held it up to show him before squeezing it in front of his shocked eyes. “For my minions” i growled squeezing the heart. I dropped him on the floor as the heart in my hand turned into mush, his body immediately turned grey disappearing from my sight. | Soul Absorbed. | | --- | The room went even quieter, for a few seconds as the darkness that surrounded me grew thicker. But it didn’t last long a girl at the other end of the room shrieked at the sight of me now dripping wet with blood. One of the people next to her another male wearing armour swore, and quickly charged straight at me, head long sprinting past a second person who was equally as fast in his response, he had started to notch an arrow to his bow, but didn’t get to fire it as chip who had entered just as fast as i had done, bashed him with the shield i had given her, she had kept to the shadows just as i had instructed her, so the surprise attack was complete. The archer out of the way for now i had to deal with the new threat that was rapidly approaching. I didn’t have time to think this time through, had to rely on my battle instincts and experience in the field as the knight in front of me swung his double handed sword over his head meaning to cut me in two, i stepped to the left of the attack my health decreasing by 200 points as the sword hit the floor, ‘not a bad swing but my fist is faster’ a punched it into his face sending him reeling backwards, he recovered magnificently spinning around while swinging the long sword in an arc, ‘ i can’t dodge this one normally i have a shield for moments like this.’ Have to make do. Clink I had done the unbelievable, ‘i don’t know how i had done it but i had.’ I had court the long sword in my hand, i had somehow managed to block what should have been a critical hit with my hand, ‘my own hand had managed to grasp a blade in mid swing.’ Quickly grabbing it with the other hand i yanked the blade forward towards me, at the same time putting allot of force into my foot which after three mille seconds of thought i placed firmly between my opponents legs with a crunch sound, ‘let’s see which you want to hold more your sword or your balls,’ evidently it was his balls, as he let go of the sword. ‘pain in this game is all too real.’ | Critical Hit. | | --- | The man bent double on the floor as i stepped back throwing the sword to the back of the room. He must of been in allot of pain as he was now trying to desperately crawl along the floor on hands and knees, ‘i decided to help him out a little’ and pushed him to floor with my boot. Before standing beside him placing my right boot his back twisting it. There was another horribly load crunching noise, this time from under my boot. | Critical Hit. | | --- | ‘Oh looks like i found a cockroach,’ drawing my new black sword from its scarab a plunged it into his back there was another crack this time the man screamed in pain as i twisted the sword left and right watching as his life bar rapidly shrunk to 0. He stopped moving and turned to grey. | Soul Absorbed. | | --- | ‘Two down three more to go,’ was my initially thought but i quickly changed that to two more, as chip seemed to have the upper hand in her fight with the archer, she had somehow managed to drop him to the floor, and was currently kneeling on him, bashing his head against the cold stone floor and the shield i had given her it looked like quiet bloody mess. I was stopped from admiring my new minions work, as one of the two survivors at the end of the hall had started chanting, ‘a mage’ a thought swearing loudly, i need to get to him before he finishes whatever spell he’s casting. Half way too him i knew i wasn’t going to make it time, to stop him. ‘you have covered me in blood, now i will cover you in glory,’ ‘! that wasn’t me,’ i realised as my arm holding the black sword moved on its own accord, pointing straight at the mage, | Soul Release. | | --- | ‘?? What,’ suddenly the darkness that had been enveloping my body started collecting towards the end of the blade tip, before it shoot out towards the mage screaming as it went, it split into two beams and then began to spiral as it went, hitting the mage he had only time to scream before the darkness surrounded him, all that could be seen was his life bar that was depleting very fast. It ran out quickly leaving no remains behind even the darkness disappeared. ‘ok ermm next.’ I looked in the direction of the last person a girl wearing a white robe, she was obviously a healer, and she was terrified to the bone, every time i took a step towards her she backed up, until her back reached a pillar, as i approached she sang down into a ball crying. “please, please don’t,” she whimpered, as a grabbed hold of her robe and hoisted her to her feet leaving bloody hand prints on her white robe. Drawing back the sword i intended to give her a clean death. “STOP” A new voice? The voice belonged to the only other living being in the room my slave. “Please have mercy,” “Mercy do you know who i am?” “You are the lord please have mercy,” “Do you know what she has done?” i roared “No but i beg please have mercy,” There was silence in the room. “You will be punished, instead,” i told her. “I will accept,” the slave answered There was a soft growl from the side, chip had finished off the archer and was standing next to me, there were even bits of what looked like brains still dangling from the bloody shield. ‘Hmmm what to do,’ “Fine i will show mercy” the growl at my side got loader. “Thank you, my lord,” the slave said looking relieved. The girl in front of me stopped crying before she tried to get away, chip’s growl intensified. “I said i will show mercy, and so i shall,” i told her as i turned away and started heading toward the thrown and my slave, “CHIP deal with her.” Chip emitted the weirdest squeak i have herd to date, as she dropped the shield on the floor and drew out her two kitchen knife’s before tearing into the helpless healer, as she screamed in terror, the sound of blood spurting and cloth being shredded was most pleasant i decided. --------------------------------- end chapter two --------------------------------------- Authors notes: My slave editor as vanished so i’m looking for a new one that’s the reason there’s so many mistakes though i think i got them all. Hope you enjoyed the blood feast

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> *Groan* *Crash* <br><br>A dismayed shout could be heard from the team assaulting the gate.<br><br>“This is not working! Like the last ten times I told you!”<br><br>“Pull back, pull back!”<br><br>Summer yelled at the head of the alliance leaders, Gustav, while Carvall, one of the two free agents like Summer, called back his men (and women). If Summer wanted to hire a professional mercenary, he would contact Carvall. He looked the part too, tall, heavily-muscled, intimidating height and features. A large, thick-bladed battle axe was strapped to his back. His voice was impressively loud and clear, too. Something Summer knew Winter would envy, as somehow his voice translated in Royal Road, from real life. His shouting could never have penetrated the loud battlefield like that.<br><br>Those were the only words Summer heard from Carvall for the day. Everyone was executing general retreat protocol, which was “Run Like Hell and Do Not Look Back!”. Odette, who was included, like in the previous assault attempts for her great defensive ability, crossed the marked distance that denoted the furthest distance that could be shot by an archer atop the wall.<br><br>Gustav, Mackey, Mendel and the rest of the alliance leaders, all seven to be told, looked increasingly nervous. Another one day in-game had passed. The catapults they had assembled were hurling rocks summoned by shamans, but to no avail. The walls were thick and as secure as it could be. The defender’s shamans dissolved the rocks when it threatened to fill up the moat. It put to ground Summer’s basic idea of filling up the moat. Winter wondered if the spell would work on naturally quarried stone. It seemed somehow, it should not.<br><br>“What do you want me to do! We are losing no matter what! Stop yelling at me and give me a good idea!” Gustav, who finally snapped, shouted back to Summer. <br><br>Summer gave his best flinty stare, that cowed Gustav instantly. It was the sort of silent stare that made Julianne, who was pretty stout-hearted. nervous. Ronald hd been at the receiving end of that stare a few times, and it was not pleasant at all.<br><br>They pulled back, though it was only early morning. The newly minted battering ram was showing results, probably too much, which was why the defenders collapsed the stone bridge. The heavily-armored warriors had to unequip most of their gear to swim to the surface. It was also the reason why Mendell, the third free agent, was not around. He perished after his swim. The defenders shot a barrage of magic and arrows, when he surfaced and made a run for it. Unequipped, Mendell was not pot-bellied like Summer thought. He was actually on the skinny side. With barely any armor equipped, followed by a barrage of focused fire, Mendell did not stand a chance. <br><br>The Ranbell Castle Wizard above was probably laughing his ass off at the show. He was probably the one responsible for the death of Mendell, by tagging him as the assault leader. The man was solid, and even came up with a good plan for his own attempt. He was fed up enough with Gustav and the rest to try it, despite objections from Carvall and Summer. <br><br>Gustav’s own allied guild troops were listless, drifting around without purpose. They stood at a safe distance, watching their assault repelled again, and with every survivor that did not manage to return, their morale sank even further. <br><br>It should be what they had done since the beginning. They would lose less men, and found out about the rigged bridge foundation much earlier. <br><br>Mendell planned a covering fire with archers and wizards, to make the defenders keep their head down. They then rushed forward with the battering ram at a dead run, not the slow shuffle walk kind they tried before. They had shamans, mages, and any volunteers, make a long downward sloping ramp. The overall effect would be the ram speeding up, multiplying the damage in one go, instead of standing still and becoming a sitting duck, while they tried battering the gate down like before. The reverberating boom of the impact was loud enough for Winter and Adria, who were at the furthest distance from the battle, to hear, and imagine the moment where the wood and steel met with the gate.<br><br>They managed this twice more, before the stone bridge was dropped, plunging them into the moat with the ram. The three hits actually cracked and splintered the wood and iron bound gate. Another once or twice might actually do the job. Whoever stood in command behind the wall had to be commended for its solid and creative defense methods.<br><br><br>Winter could see Summer and Carvall huddling together, arguing or planning, he did not know. The battle was suspended for the moment. One of many figures that survived the swim walked to where Summer and Carvall were. Judging from the height and gender, it was likely Odette. She was pretty much the only barbarian player around the camp. She also looked mightily unhappy. The shield strapped on her back was riddled with arrows, and could expect serious repair effort.<br><br>Winter felt a slight poke on his left hip. Adria’s earthen hand now looked sinuous and beautiful, unlike the rather rough one before her transformation. They were practicing combats using magic, and she overmatched Winter every single time. Then again, somehow his recent spell multiplication bonus was maximised to two, at most. Adria was holding back too, after their first combat ended up with Winter embarrassingly laid flat, after he got tossed high on the air.<br><br>She taught him a new magic though, &lt;&lt;Stone Coffin&gt;&gt;.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;">Stone Coffin</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">(Tier 03)</span><br><br>A solid wall of earth will rise up and take a set amount of damage, before dissipating. It is a magic with great defensive capability, but almost no offensive strength. You can, however, rely on this spell to defend up to <span style="font-style: italic;">Tier 04</span> offensive spells. Also disappears naturally on its own after two minutes. Dismissing has to be done while touching.<br><br>Mana Consumption: 6<br><br>Maximum summoned amount: 8<br><br>2.0s Cooldown<br><br>“Rise up! Stone Coffin!”<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Increasing proficiency increases maximum quantity summonable, height, length and thickness </span></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Winter had had his eye on this magic since he saw it during his jaunt with Minalan and Adria to Fueno’s lair. He only had the chance to learn it now. It was just too bad that she could not teach him Minalan’s impressive shockwave spell. She seemed to have other spells in her repertoire aside from the two Winter knew, but he did not ask.<br><br>Unlike real traveling, where they could stop for rest, the game depended on Stamina for fatigue. Adria was the only one that felt the fatigue physically, while Winter remained fresh until his mind gave out, or he was unable to move due to depleted stamina. That was how they traveled up to Harine and here, which left them no time to practice, and barely any time for social conversation after dark.<br><br>With the decrease of their numbers, Winter was relieved from cooking duty. They were loathe to lose Adria, but had no choice, since she was not even supposed to join in. <br><br>“You got me,” Winter raised his hands in defeat.<br><br>“You are not paying attention, Uncle Winter.” Adria pouted her lips a little.<br><br>“Sorry about that, dear. I was just thinking that we better leave this place soon before the bad guys come.”<br><br>The reason for Winter wanting to leave was not for his own sake. It was Adria he was worried about. Winter could die once and lose a level, logging back in four days later in-game. Adria, being an NPC, might not have the same benefit. He began to think it was a big mistake to bring her here. He would talk to Summer later about leaving the party to send her back to safety.<br><br>Adria herself appeared nonchalant to the violence around her, but Winter knew better than that. There were quiet moments between them, when Winter saw she was uncomfortable with the slaughter between two intelligent parties out of anything else besides self-preservation. She told him so. She had killed monsters before with Minalan, but only out of self-preservation. She could not reconcile the violence here with the teachings of Freya she believed so strongly. Winter did not know what to say on that count. It was all a game for him. It was a game world. <br><br><div style="text-align: center;">xXx</div><br><br>Adria understood war as an abstract concept. But seeing it in person, it completely baffled her why the outlanders had to battle against each other. Was it not enough for the grace of Freya to bring peace to everyone?<br><br>Adria followed Winter not out of interest to see how the violence would play out. It was to confirm for herself what she had felt growing inside. When she woke up suddenly all grown up, she felt her prayers were answered by Freya. But she had no idea why she wanted to suddenly grow up. Her mind was too young to interpret her feelings, but she knew it was related to the sour-faced older man that treated her kindly, despite her constant mischief.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;">xXx</div><br><br>“Daniel, do you have any time?”<br><br>I sat beside him without waiting for his response. He knew I had something important to say, since I used his real name.<br><br>“What do you need, Ronald?” Daniel used my real name too, to acknowledge that he understood.<br><br>“I need to leave before the reinforcement arrives. No. It is not for myself,” I stopped him when he was about to speak.<br><br>“Its about Adria.”<br><br>It immediately dawned on Daniel what the problem was. <br><br>“You are worried for her safety I assume. And with just cause. NPC can only die once. They disappear for good forever when they do,” Daniel simply confirmed my suspicion. Instead of calming me, it worried me even more if I would make it out with her unharmed.<br><br>“Okay. I will be leaving with her in the morning. I think you should do the same, like what Mendell’s men did.”<br><br>Since Mendell perished, his men saw no reason so stick around. So they deserted in groups. The alliance were sorry to see them go, since they made the bulk of the heavy armor section, that were further demoralised after their latest attempt, that showed good results were repelled. The rumors said that approximately 200 left. I would tell them to check with the chefs cooking their meals to know the exact number. But who cares, right?<br><br>Ronald felt it was nigh time to leave too, since he was bored from constantly cooking. His mood had improved now that he had more time to spend with Adria and Odette, but he thought it was time to leave when he saw Summer busy yelling profanities to the deaf, dumb, ears and brains of Gustav and six others. He half expected Carvall to fly into a rage and hew everyone down, judging from his recent black moods and violent outbursts. Earlier, he even trounced Summer, for which Summer replied by shooting him at his crotch. They got into it for quite a bit, and then walked away with arms over their shoulders, walking side by side.<br><br>“No, Ronald, I think I will stay for a bit. I refuse to acknowledge I cannot topple this castle. I must have it. I already lost 50 men.” <br><br>Ronald had only seen Daniel this resolved once. It was an event of both joy and tragedy for Ronald and Daniel. His avatar conveyed that same sense of resolve as back then. Ronald was annoyed that Daniel felt that emotional over a game.<br><br>“Dammit! Just go over the wall!” He said in annoyance.<br><br>“It does not work that way, Ronald. You either fill in the moat, breach the gate or climb over the wall here. There is no option of going over the wall!”<br><br>“Tell that to the Wizards up there!” I pointed to the sky, even more annoyed now.<br><br>“Well, they are Wizards,” Summer answered, as if that explained everything.<br><br>“Look. This is a game. You have options that are not available in real life, like Magic.”<br><br>“I already thought of that. I cannot think of anything. I think I need one of your crazy plans now. Think you can give me one?”<br><br>Winter laughed at that. Summer hated his crazy plans, since it was crazy. He was more often successful than failed in his execution of the crazy plan. But the collateral damage was... well, let’s not mention that. Daniel still steamed when Ronald mentioned the exploding cake fiasco that occurred when they were ten. He sent the exact same birthday cake without the extra bang when he was particularly displeased with Daniel that year.<br><br>It might be an appropriate time for a crazy plan now, since they were desperate. Winter relaxed his mind and looked over the battlefield to the tall wall that still stood, despite the continuous bombardment from the catapult. He then looked at the wizards flying in the sky. From his vantage point, he could not see what the inside of the city looked like. The command tent might have an accurate map for it. Then suddenly it hit him. He might have a plan after all. <br><br>“I might have one, Summer.” Winter’s smile might be a little maniacal. Summer was suddenly unsure whether he should have asked. <br><br>“Okay. Here goes...”<br><br><br><br>“That is impossible! No way that will work!”<br><br>“What do you have to lose, Summer? Your life?”<br><br>Summer quieted down. He was ready to hurl the whole party in desperation. What else could he do besides dying over his principle? This plan proposed by Winter was pure dumbness, that crossed the boundary of what would be possible. But everyone inside the tent had worked on their plan upon the assumption of a real life situation. They forgot the most crucial fact. It was not reality, it was all a game. The plan of a madman might have a better chance of working than a sound, intelligent realist in Royal Road.<br><br>“You are a madman for even thinking this up!”<br><br>“Will it work?” <br><br>“I don’t know. This is one crazy ass plan! Whoever heard of this sort of plan before!” Summer still raged at the impossibility when Winter put his foot down.<br><br>“Well, just do it! You wanted a crazy plan and I got one here. This is crazier than my usual standard, maybe. Well, okay. Yes! It is a lot crazier.” Winter increased his self-assessment upon his plan good two notches up, when he saw the accusing stare that Summer threw at him.<br><br>“But if it works, you stand a good chance of conquering the castle before the help arrives, right?”<br><br>“True.” <br><br>Summer ran the possibilities through his head. It was one hell of an audacious plan, topped by crazy, and on top of crazy, an extra serving of really scary. If the whole plan worked, the usual scheme of Royal Road castle assault methods might be based on this plan, which was based on a madman’s imagination. The situation was desperate enough that they could use a madman.<br><br>With that, Summer set to work. He needed to convince the rest of the leaders. If he had Carvall in the bag, the vote was half won, maybe. If Summer promised to forget the latest debacle he embroiled Summer in, Summer thought he could get Haskel to play along. With renewed purpose and a thrice crazy, but workable plan, Summer called for a meeting. Something he had never done before.<br><br>The command tent was louder than usual that night. The ensuing eerie quietness was making the camp nervous. Some speculated it might be a bloodbath inside the tent. In the morning, all exited the tent with determined looks on their faces. Gustav rallied and briefed his guildmates on the plan, at least the part they needed to know. The six others followed suit, executing their part of the plan. For the first time after their continuous defeat, the players felt the beginning of hope.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;">xXx</div><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">’What are they doing? This silence is making me nervous.’</span><br><br>Preston was talking to himself, while looking beyond the empty field to the attacker’s side. There seemed to be a flurry of activities, but he could not say what. A small quantity of the force had left right after the failed morning assault. Preston was enjoying it thoroughly, when he ordered the bridge’s foundation to be weakened and to be knocked out completely, when the new battering ram tactic was surprisingly effect. Preston had filed it away for future use and reference. The force was so strong that it cracked the gate in three blows, though the recoil likely injured the warriors manning them, too. Because they did not linger after they struck, but pulled back to repeat the action, Preston’s wall troop did not get the chance to drop more alchemic liquid fire upon them. It got him a little nervous, alright. Just a teensy bit.<br><br>A concerted effort managed to kill off one of the assault leaders marked. A measure of good success. Their morale was high, which was why Preston was careful. He knew of two directly experienced cases where overconfidence was the main cause of defeat. Luckily he was on the winner’s side.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">’Half the force left now. Our Wizard could not follow them before he had to land. They are not back yet. Wonder what they are up to.’</span><br><br>He had a measure of respect for the current battle commander, which seemed to have changed from the bumbling idiots before. Covered work tents were erected, negating air surveillance. Another page Preston planned to save if he was ever again in attacking position. The tent made no noise at all. He expected sounds of hammer and sawing. Curious.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">’They are making something. That is for sure. But what? A bridge? A special battering ram? A larger catapult?’</span><br><br>Where other commanders should be relaxing, Preston was thorough, constantly worrying until the battle was done, and victory confirmed, not presumed or anticipated. It was what made him very good at what he was doing, despite his young age.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">’What are they planning...’</span><br><br>Preston’s imagination was going into overdrive when Wilen’s hailing brought him short.<br><br>“Commander Preston, Sir! Arvel is back. He brought new information, Sir!”<br><br>A crisp salute from Wilem, and he stood at the ready. Preston nodded, moving to the base of the West Tower where he told Arvel, the only Wizard the castle had to return when he was done with the long range reconnaissance. Preston decided it was worth the risk even if they lost Arvel, as long as he managed to convey the intelligence before he died.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">’This whispering function is sure convenient. No chance for information to be lost or intercepted, and instantly received, too. No wonder real medieval siege takes forever. Figuring out what each side does takes forever. Sending reinforcements through enemy lines would be a risky proposition at best, too.’</span><br><br>“Arvel. What do you have?” <br><br>Preston immediately got to the point. His worrying was getting ahead of his self-confidence and preparations.<br><br>“Hay and rocks,” came the succinct reply.<br><br>“That’s it? There must be more.”<br><br>Preston pressed for further details. He could not believe a commander that had thought to negate air surveillance, was spending his valuable time and resources playing with rocks and hay, the staple of old siege methods.<br><br>“Well, there are also catapults hauled there, and a lot of excitement, a lot of people seemed to be scribbling and talking, arguing.”<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">’They are measuring the load and distance to go over the wall. Burning the city? What for? They cannot get in either way. Just to spite us before they are done?’</span><br><br>Possibilities ran around his head. He accounted and dismissed them in rapid succession.<br><br>“Oh. I also saw a lot of players chopping down trees. No idea what it is for.”<br><br>“Likely for another battering ram or bridging attempt. How many trees are we talking about?”<br><br>“No idea about the collected quantities, as I did not stay long enough to find out. There were maybe some forty players doing it.”<br><br>Preston ran a rough calculation in his head, and consulted his internal map. The trees within a day’s distance from Ranbell were not abundant or large. At most, they would harvest some three hundred cubic meters. Enough to make about three bridges worth, by his conservative estimate. Also possible to double the amount of their catapult force. But late afternoon, and there seemed to be no catapult unveiled. Now what?<br><br><br>Arvel looked like a typical wizard. The triangular hat, long white beard and hair, wizened-looking look, robe and all. He also carried a wand, rod, or staff, depending on his mood. He sat down on a chair nearest to him, while waiting for further orders. <br><br>He had risked death by flying out so far, though Wizard’s &lt;&lt;Flight&gt;&gt; spell might be fancy. Aside from Wizards, not many other professions could do it. So far, only Witches had been known to be able to fly with the help of the broom. There might be other ways using items too, for all Arvel knew. &lt;&lt;Flight&gt;&gt; had its drawbacks, a dangerous one, aside from the requirement of being level 200 to advance.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;">Flight</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">(Tier 06)</span><br><br>Available only to second job advancement of mainly Magician. Also possible to be obtained through special methods. It allows the caster to fly freely, defying the pull Gaia imposed upon all living creatures. An advanced wind magic, this spell is easy to cast, maintain and control for any that managed to get this far to learn it, though the speed leaves a lot to be desired. Almost no focus is required after the initial need of leaving the ground. Be careful when you are up high! <br><br>Mana consumption: 500 initial, 100 mana for every minutes on air<br><br>Additional Effect: <br><span style="font-style: italic;">Unable to fly for 600 seconds after landing due to exhaustion<br>Unable to cast any other spell while in flight</span><br><br>Improving this skill reduces your mana consumption per minute and increases your flight speed.<br><br>“Grace of the wind shall carry me far! Flight!”</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>The spell required the caster to stop for ten minutes the moment they touched ground. With his mana pool, and spell mastery, Arvel could stay in air for almost three hours. The enemy’s wizard was still too new, and had less flying time. During his reconnaissance mission, he was forced to stop after two hours, leaving him with a sizable mana pool, in case he was seen and confronted. But it was a needless worry. He was spotted and was duly ignored. He followed them around for six hours, before heading back.<br><br>There was also the issue of the inability to cast any spell while flying, or else all Wizard and Witches would be doing ‘bombardment and run’!<br><br>He loved being a Wizard. It had a lot of perks aside from flight.<br><br>“Okay. This is what we will do, Arvel.”<br><br>Arvel snapped his head back when Preston spoke. He respected the commander, a lot. He was instantly alert.<br>“We can expect them to try something tomorrow. So I need you to stay on the wall. There is no more need for you to do anymore flying. If they fail the next assault, they will be a little short on time to try another one, I think.”<br><br>Arvel grinned happily. This was the first time he had the chance to stand on the wall and play with his spells. As the only Wizard in the whole castle, he was too important to be flinging magics. He was the only one out of everyone left that could fly. That made him the most important person aside from Preston here.<br><br>“Finally! I have been itching to kill a few of those dumb idiots,” Arvel rubbed his hands gleefully.<br><br>He had seen the previous attempts the enemies had done. It was laughable at best, and entertaining at the least.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;">xXx</div><br><br>Summer was inside the large, covered tent he had thought up. It was something to negate the air surveillance. The plan, after it was properly thrashed out, seemed to be beyond bulletproof. Summer could say it was blast proof, if he chose to be proud about it. Winter was seriously twisted, but also amazing for thinking it up. Winter was indeed right. Summer was too set on his way, not fully seeing Royal Road as a game. <br><br>Players were materialising the timbers they quickly gathered in eight hours. It was more than enough for the purpose. The blacksmiths had materialised it after shaping each long blocks of different width, though the thickness and length were equal.<br><br>Normal players could materialise any wood they gathered as small blocks of 20cm x 20cm x 20cm, that could be stretched into any length or thickness, as long as it adhered to the total volume. A blacksmith with woodworking capabilities, however, could do much more. Like joining the small blocks to make larger blocks. The better their blacksmithing skill, the larger the resulting volume allowed, and more shapes they could create. At the moment, they were practicing so they could assemble something Winter thought of. Winter mentioned it to Summer as an afterthought. But combined with the initial plan, that was already beyond absurd, it made perfect sense. Winter was truly looking forward to rain on the smug bugger's parade above the wall there.<br><br>“Summer. We are good with the catapult and calculation. We can cover the distance easily. But we have size limitation, due to the basket having a set size. Any larger, and it would mess with the balance of the throw.” <br><br>Gustav lived out to his name as someone with serious logistic capabilities. Aside from organising the timbering expedition, he also organized the catapult team, the current blacksmith team, special assault team and direct assault team, on top of the mage corps, that now practiced in near darkness, off a considerable distance from the camp. Haskel was won over easily, when Summer promised not to hold the debacle against him, since he might have to come up with a plan to win the battle. Haskel even supported his prompt appointment as the field commander. He was in charge of the group leaders for each section organised by Gustav. Being the most sociable and politically savvy, he made quick decisions on the matter, with not a single voice raised.<br><br>“As long as it works. How are the mages doing?”<br><br>“Orval, who is supervising, just said that they could use a little more practice to synchronise better. Aside from that, I think we are doing fine.”<br><br>“How about the special assault team? We have enough volunteers?”<br><br>Summer was included in this special assault team automatically. He had an important role to play, if he survived the first minute.<br><br>“They are off at that tent there. We have too many volunteers ,and have to leave it to Haskel to do the picking,”<br><br>Gustav was pointing to a tent a little distance from the one he was standing in. From the open flap, he could see that there was a long queue of mixed professions of melee and magician. They needed several of each profession, but mainly just someone stupid enough to volunteer. He was glad they were not short on that kind at this juncture.<br><br>“By the way... I thank you for stepping up, Summer. I am definitely not the leader I thought I was.”<br><br>After strings of failures, Gustav, as the figurehead of the expedition, was a wreck. He was truly grateful for Summer to come forth with a sound plan. Gustav was humbled, after he saw how Summer worked the whole team. It showed well -ordered thoughts with foresight. <br><br>“Don’t mention it, Gustav. At the moment, I just want to take down the castle.” <br><br>Summer dismissed the acknowledgement of his superiority easily. He had a lot to worry about. If they failed even a single aspect of the plan, there would be no contingencies. It was a rush for victory or death. <br><br>“I do not even remember now why I wanted that castle. It seems too pointless after my failures,”<br>Gustav sighed to himself. Was it greed? Was it just because he could do it? Or was it because it would be the fun thing to do? After he gave it a little thought, he would pick the combination of the three.<br><br>“Never mind that. I am not even sure this will work. I truly wants more time, but we are pressed for it. Reinforcements will arrive in four days. I do not know how long this is going to take. Hopefully not very long.”<br><br>“Still, it is a very strange plan. Crazy even. I never expected that from you.”<br><br>Summer laughed, long and hard. All work stopped, as they were puzzled by his behavior.<br><br>“Keep going! You all need to do it as fast as you can!”<br><br>One of the blacksmiths might have muttered something like “Crazy bastard” or something. But the man was directing the word to the wrong person though it was not said with malice, but amusement. They were doing something nobody ever thought of before.<br><br>“Well, you are right. This is a plan that I, in normal circumstances, will never think of. But recent times have caused me to be a little more creative.”<br><br>Summer took the credit, since he knew Winter would not be interested. Besides, it was Summer that spent time to refine it with everyone else. Winter would not be patient enough to sit down and talk it out. He would steamroll over everyone’s objections, or attempt to, which would set everyone off to bouts of long heated arguments.<br><br>“Amen to that, Summer. I will check back on the catapult team. They should be back now.”<br><br>Summer nodded to Gustav, and he quickly left the tent. They have a lot to do.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;">xXx</div><br><br>“Men! Do it like you mean it! Three steps distance at the same time. If you misstep, it will mess up the whole thing! A little gap is fine! But that much is unacceptable! Do it again! One two three!”<br><br>At the count, the whole team of mages cast their spell at the same time. They were casting identical spells in concert. Orval was depressed, since last year, after his girlfriend broke up with him. But he might have found a new love. Never mind if she was an NPC. Real life women were overrated, anyway. He should know, because he was dumped by one for no obvious reason. He spent time with her on weekends, went to movies together, went on dates. <br><br>Their break up confirmed what he had thought for a while now. That he should stick to 2D girls. They would never betray you. His girlfriend constantly complained about him watching his favorite series. He could not understand why she was unhappy whenever Orval - real life name Adam Sanders - invited her over to watch it together. With the appearance of Adria,a three dimensional, beautiful, innocent and not high strung, he was able to pull over his depression. When he and his girlfriend broke up, she trashed his collection. But now, he had something else to look forward to collecting. He just had to think of how to get Winter away from her.<br><br><br>Odette was disappointed that she could not join the special assault team. Instead, she was put into the direct assault team. A consolation prize. Rock was rejected too, but was not against it. The rest of her schoolmates were mostly rejected too, as there were others with higher levels than them. The exception was Aloine, that was chosen. Odette suspected there was more going on there, as she was sure Aloine’s level was not so far ahead of the rest of her friends.<br><br>“Don’t be disappointed. We have our own role to play. As important as those at that line there.”<br><br>Carvall turned out to be pretty chatty, once you got him talking. Odette was the closest to the close mouthed player. The man was taller than Odette by a good ten centimeters, probably. She wondered how tall the man was in real life.<br><br>“I know. But I cannot help it. It sounded pretty darn exciting, if you ask me.”<br><br>Odette, who had never seen Carvall smile before, saw it for the first time. It was a lopsided smile, barely a smile, yet it changed his whole serious countenance, into one of civility and possible humor.<br><br>“I wanted to join too. But I prefer rushing forward with my friend here.”<br><br>Carvall patted the large axe strapped on his back. He was the leader of the direct assault team, no contest with Odette, the secondary leader. Out of the whole plan, they were the ones with the most free time, for now. She wanted the next afternoon to arrive quickly. <br><br>“I will logout for now. I will see you tomorrow afternoon.”<br><br>Nodding his acknowledgement, Carvall stood still, watching the standing body of Odette turn into pure white, transparent crystalline. It was the natural state of avatars that did not log out in a designated safe zone or city area.<br><br><br>“Uncle Winter! You need to sleep!” Adria tried to tell her sole protector for the umpteenth time.<br><br>“Not a chance. We cannot be sure that there is no assassin!”<br><br>Winter was yawning, but still alert enough. He was overly paranoid, but in this case,it was way better to be safe than sorry.<br><br>“Really, what will an assassin be doing running into a full battle camp?”<br><br>“You can never be too sure.” <br><br>Winter replied with the same words that Adria had heard so much the past seven nights. It was almost like a chant.<br><br>“Okay. How about this. I will stick close to Orval there.” <br><br>Adria waved her hand to Orval that by chance (?), passed close by. It was late night, almost midnight, in Royal Road. The mages finally worked in near perfect coordination. Orval doubted that anymore practice would be helpful.<br><br>Winter paused, suddenly very alert. It puzzled Adria that Winter was more worried about Orval, than an assassin seeking her for reasons unknown.<br><br>“Tolan! Ho!”<br><br>Winter hailed Tolan that was trailing behind Orval. Both paused, but only Tolan walked to them with slumped shoulders. Orval walked on after observing for a bit. Were his footsteps a little too slow, there?<br><br>“What do you need, Winter?” Dejected-looking Tolan was recovering, but still looked pretty bad.<br><br>“I need to get out and brew a little lifeblood for myself out there. Look after Adria here for a bit?”<br><br>Tolan was silent for a moment, then of all things, burst into sobs while fleeing from the two.<br><br>Adria was puzzled. while Winter could only sigh, with “Oh, dear” echoing inside his mind. Seemed like he had to stay awake the whole time, after all.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;">xXx</div><br><br>The morning came quickly. Winter left Adria in the care of Summer, who was done with every preparation, but worrying, logged back in after sobering himself up with coffee. Daniel’s avatar might not look like it, but his real life body should be looking a little worse for wear. A good number of them had been awake for nearly two days straight in real life. But the wait was finally over. At least for Winter. He would leave before noon, after finishing up his cooking.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rainbow Fish Bun</span><br><br>A unique creation by Sella. This recipe was created from her intent to let the common folks enjoy a small taste of great food, without concern of the price. It is mostly filled with other ingredients, with a decent quantity of Rainbow Fish’s unique flavor, that will override other ingredients’ lesser flavor. One part in four must be of Rainbow Fish, with the rest of any available meat. Will not work with rotten meat! A single fish will be enough to make sixty buns if you are stingy!<br><br>Consuming this food grants <span style="font-style: italic;">100 Vitality</span> for six hours<br><br>Eating more than one will not give additional benefits!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rainbow Fish Soup</span><br><br>A unique creation by Sella. This recipe was created with whole Rainbow Fish eyes as the main showcase, while the rest of it are finely diced and tossed into the soup. Supposedly, this soup grants clarity of mind and temporary mental fortitude. Not for the weak-hearted! Each fish can be used to make twenty even servings. The lucky ones get the eye.<br><br>Consuming this food grants <span style="font-style: italic;">50 Wisdom, 50 Intelligence</span> for six hours<br><br>Consuming more than a bowl might give you nightmares!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;">Grilled Rainbow Fish</span><br><br>A unique creation by Sella. This recipe was created for quick preparation without losing its intricate taste. Each skewer is dipped in thick soy sauce and cooked over an open fire. A simple dish, yet elegant in its taste, and practical for an adventurer. This preparation method also allows the dish to be mass cooked. Each Rainbow Fish will yield 16 skewers on average.<br><br>Consuming this food grants <span style="font-style: italic;">50 Strength, 50 Agility</span> for six hours<br><br>Consuming more than a skewer is just greedy! You will lose your money!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;">Smoked Rainbow Fish</span><br><br>A unique creation by Sella. This technique of preparation allows the fish to be stored for long distance travel. It takes two days for the dish to be finished, but it can be mass produced. The fish turns a little hard due to the cooking process, but has amplified, concentrated taste! Fragrant wood must be used to prepare Rainbow Fish using this method! A single fish shall make enough for meals for twelve people on average!<br><br>Consuming this food grants <span style="font-style: italic;">50 Defense, 50 Magic Defense</span> for six hours<br><br>Consuming more than a single person’s share might makes your body a little rigid! Beware!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Winter cooked every dish except the last one, since it took too long for him to prepare, and the plan he came up with would be set into motion in less than a day in Royal Road. He had about 300 people’s worth of the <span style="font-style: italic;">Smoked Rainbow Fish</span>, courtesy from Sella, when she was done with the experiments. Winter planned to share 200 servings of it. For the rest, Winter cooked 200 servings of each dish. Due to how the fish was split, he exceeded the number a little here and there. He made the most out of each fish, as any leftover parts of the fish would disappear. Something he found out from his time with Sella.<br><br>He was not the only one furiously cooking. Adria was cooking the exact same dishes as Winter, with the fishes from him, and approximately the same quantity. Any cook that could put any little buff on the table was furiously cooking too. There would be no going back today. They would assign each dish to the respective classes, with a serious warning not to stuff themselves. They needed to be buffed up, but not slowed by the stuffed effect!<br><br>Winter was amazed that Summer could make so much progress within such a short amount of time. He was a little bit sad that he would not be joining in the fun. Adria’s safety came first. The plan was untested, there was no confirmation it would work, no matter how good it sounded in theory. Well, it was crazy in the first place, so it sounded crazy too. So, not taking any chances, Winter would leave after he was done cooking.<br><br>“I am done here!” Adria shouted across the space between them. They were separated by an array of large stoves and grills. It was their cooking station. Other chefs were mostly done, with a few still cooking complicated-looking dishes.<br><br>“Me too, for now,” he called back.<br><br>Winter checked the quantity of the dishes he could cook with Sella’s cookbook. He was left with 9278, after cooking a total of 648 worth of dishes. He expected his cooking and handicraft to level up the moment the dishes were done, which would be... now.<br><br>Ding!<br><br>A shape of a rainbow rose over the skewers lined on the grill.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You finished cooking <span style="font-weight: bold;">Grilled Rainbow Fish</span><br>Mass cooking benefits! 10% proficiency increase for Cooking Skill and Handicraft Skill!<br>Intermediate cooking ingredients used<br>Your Cooking Skill expertise rating rises by 26.4%<br>Your Handicraft Skill expertise rating rises by 19.8%<br>Keep it up!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Winter quickly turned off the grills by shutting of his channelled mana. His problem with iron did not surface here, as he was technically not equipping it. Adria,who had much faster cooking skill than him, had already pulled out most of her dishes and began serving it on a set table. With each section marked for the buffs available. Summer was that organised!<br><br>Ding!<br><br>Every steamer had a small rainbow appearing on it.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You finished cooking <span style="font-weight: bold;">Rainbow Fish Bun</span><br>Mass cooking benefits! 10% proficiency increase for Cooking Skill and Handicraft Skill!<br>Intermediate cooking ingredients used<br>Your Cooking Skill expertise rating rises by 17.6%<br>Your Handicraft Skill expertise rating rises by 18.7%<br>Cooking Skill Level Up!<br>Your Cooking Skill is now Beginner Level 6!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Winter had to get a lot of help to take off the numerous steamers. It was done in quick order, set beside Adria’s own steamers.<br><br>Ding!<br><br>That was the last of the dishes, and also the first he prepared, since it took the longest to cook. A full rainbow arc slowly manifested on the mouth of the cauldron. Somehow,this dish always appeared this way when it was done cooking.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You finished cooking <span style="font-weight: bold;">Rainbow Fish Soup</span><br>Mass cooking benefits! 10% proficiency increase for Cooking Skill and Handicraft Skill!<br>Intermediate cooking ingredients used<br>Your Cooking Skill expertise rating rises by 22%<br>Your Handicraft Skill expertise rating rises by 17.6%</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Chef’s privilege, of course, allowed Winter to taste the food first. It was of lesser quality than Sella’s and Adria’s. But nobody would ever say it was terrible. Fragrant smells were wafting around the table. Everyone was lined up neatly, taking each food to be eaten in their own corner with the rest of their temporary teams. All the food would be eaten right before the incoming battle. <br><br>Winter quit figuring out how the dishes that was finished in a pot appeared in the form of bowls inside his inventory, when he approached the finished soup cauldron. Or how cut fishes suddenly grew skewers. He had seen enough weird quirks of the system to leave it alone. <br><br>“We are done with everything, Uncle Winter. I am ready to leave.”<br><br>“Good. I think we can set off now. While everyone is still busy.”<br><br>“Leaving without saying goodbye, Uncle Winter?”<br><br>Odette,who approached from behind him without being noticed, spoke out from her squatting position. It made Winter nearly jump, as he was unprepared.<br><br>“Geez, Odette! Don’t surprise me like that! I almost throw a fireball there!”<br><br>Winter lied. He was conditioned to use &lt;&lt;Reflex&gt;&gt; first. Odette simply smiled. She stood up straight and hugged Winter like usual, lifting him completely off the ground. She gave Adria a much milder hug, though just as warm. She bent down a little to do it. Adria’s encircling arm could not fully encircle Odette’s torso. She did her best anyway.<br><br>“I am going to miss you, Adria. It was good to know you. Take care of him.”<br><br>Winter pretended he did not hear the last part.<br><br>“I will, Odette. You can rely on me,” replied Adria.<br><br>Both of them released each other. Winter walked away quickly with Adria in tow. He disliked this sort of emotional parting. There was no need to say goodbye to Summer. Adria had already did that much earlier, while Winter was not interested in hugging Summer.<br><br>“Ah, Uncle Winter. Here.”<br><br>Winter stopped to look sideways at Adria, who walked to his left. She was holding out his purse! Everything had gone so fast in a whirlwind, that Winter forgot that he had left his purse with Adria. Coolly, he picked it up, hoping against everything that Adria had not picked up bad shopping habits like “Celine the Shopaholic”, Ronald’s nickname for his daughter.<br><br>“Thank you, Adria. I completely forget. Did you spend it on anything back in town?”<br><br>“Yes. A few things here and there.”<br><br>Winter had no idea what she spent it on. But he noticed that the contents had only decreased by 10 silvers. What a frugal girl! Winter would never know that Adria spent the money to buy a bag of sweet candy.<br><br>With the massed camp and Ranbell’s castle as the background, both Winter and Adria walked away from the impending battle.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="2"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=99&amp;t=775" target="_blank">&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; Previous Chapter</a></td><td colspan="2"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=99&amp;t=849" target="_blank">Next Chapter &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;</a></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>==========================================================================================================================================================<br>Author's Note:<br><br>1. Credit to -The Slacker- for the diligent PR<br>2. Special Credit to Veresliosi and Vim1inc for bouncing stuff around. Not to forget Ramzicmain that joined us.<br>3. Do let me know of mistakes you find. Try as me and my PR to spot them, we might miss some.<br>4. As promised folks, chapter 18. Next Monday sees the conclusion of the castle siege, and also the only chapter I will release for the week.<br>5. Do let me know what you think, everyone.<br>6. Enjoy! </div>

*Groan* *Crash* A dismayed shout could be heard from the team assaulting the gate. “This is not working! Like the last ten times I told you!” “Pull back, pull back!” Summer yelled at the head of the alliance leaders, Gustav, while Carvall, one of the two free agents like Summer, called back his men (and women). If Summer wanted to hire a professional mercenary, he would contact Carvall. He looked the part too, tall, heavily-muscled, intimidating height and features. A large, thick-bladed battle axe was strapped to his back. His voice was impressively loud and clear, too. Something Summer knew Winter would envy, as somehow his voice translated in Royal Road, from real life. His shouting could never have penetrated the loud battlefield like that. Those were the only words Summer heard from Carvall for the day. Everyone was executing general retreat protocol, which was “Run Like Hell and Do Not Look Back!”. Odette, who was included, like in the previous assault attempts for her great defensive ability, crossed the marked distance that denoted the furthest distance that could be shot by an archer atop the wall. Gustav, Mackey, Mendel and the rest of the alliance leaders, all seven to be told, looked increasingly nervous. Another one day in-game had passed. The catapults they had assembled were hurling rocks summoned by shamans, but to no avail. The walls were thick and as secure as it could be. The defender’s shamans dissolved the rocks when it threatened to fill up the moat. It put to ground Summer’s basic idea of filling up the moat. Winter wondered if the spell would work on naturally quarried stone. It seemed somehow, it should not. “What do you want me to do! We are losing no matter what! Stop yelling at me and give me a good idea!” Gustav, who finally snapped, shouted back to Summer. Summer gave his best flinty stare, that cowed Gustav instantly. It was the sort of silent stare that made Julianne, who was pretty stout-hearted. nervous. Ronald hd been at the receiving end of that stare a few times, and it was not pleasant at all. They pulled back, though it was only early morning. The newly minted battering ram was showing results, probably too much, which was why the defenders collapsed the stone bridge. The heavily-armored warriors had to unequip most of their gear to swim to the surface. It was also the reason why Mendell, the third free agent, was not around. He perished after his swim. The defenders shot a barrage of magic and arrows, when he surfaced and made a run for it. Unequipped, Mendell was not pot-bellied like Summer thought. He was actually on the skinny side. With barely any armor equipped, followed by a barrage of focused fire, Mendell did not stand a chance. The Ranbell Castle Wizard above was probably laughing his ass off at the show. He was probably the one responsible for the death of Mendell, by tagging him as the assault leader. The man was solid, and even came up with a good plan for his own attempt. He was fed up enough with Gustav and the rest to try it, despite objections from Carvall and Summer. Gustav’s own allied guild troops were listless, drifting around without purpose. They stood at a safe distance, watching their assault repelled again, and with every survivor that did not manage to return, their morale sank even further. It should be what they had done since the beginning. They would lose less men, and found out about the rigged bridge foundation much earlier. Mendell planned a covering fire with archers and wizards, to make the defenders keep their head down. They then rushed forward with the battering ram at a dead run, not the slow shuffle walk kind they tried before. They had shamans, mages, and any volunteers, make a long downward sloping ramp. The overall effect would be the ram speeding up, multiplying the damage in one go, instead of standing still and becoming a sitting duck, while they tried battering the gate down like before. The reverberating boom of the impact was loud enough for Winter and Adria, who were at the furthest distance from the battle, to hear, and imagine the moment where the wood and steel met with the gate. They managed this twice more, before the stone bridge was dropped, plunging them into the moat with the ram. The three hits actually cracked and splintered the wood and iron bound gate. Another once or twice might actually do the job. Whoever stood in command behind the wall had to be commended for its solid and creative defense methods. Winter could see Summer and Carvall huddling together, arguing or planning, he did not know. The battle was suspended for the moment. One of many figures that survived the swim walked to where Summer and Carvall were. Judging from the height and gender, it was likely Odette. She was pretty much the only barbarian player around the camp. She also looked mightily unhappy. The shield strapped on her back was riddled with arrows, and could expect serious repair effort. Winter felt a slight poke on his left hip. Adria’s earthen hand now looked sinuous and beautiful, unlike the rather rough one before her transformation. They were practicing combats using magic, and she overmatched Winter every single time. Then again, somehow his recent spell multiplication bonus was maximised to two, at most. Adria was holding back too, after their first combat ended up with Winter embarrassingly laid flat, after he got tossed high on the air. She taught him a new magic though, <<Stone Coffin>>. | Stone Coffin (Tier 03)A solid wall of earth will rise up and take a set amount of damage, before dissipating. It is a magic with great defensive capability, but almost no offensive strength. You can, however, rely on this spell to defend up to Tier 04 offensive spells. Also disappears naturally on its own after two minutes. Dismissing has to be done while touching.Mana Consumption: 6Maximum summoned amount: 82.0s Cooldown“Rise up! Stone Coffin!”Increasing proficiency increases maximum quantity summonable, height, length and thickness | | --- | Winter had had his eye on this magic since he saw it during his jaunt with Minalan and Adria to Fueno’s lair. He only had the chance to learn it now. It was just too bad that she could not teach him Minalan’s impressive shockwave spell. She seemed to have other spells in her repertoire aside from the two Winter knew, but he did not ask. Unlike real traveling, where they could stop for rest, the game depended on Stamina for fatigue. Adria was the only one that felt the fatigue physically, while Winter remained fresh until his mind gave out, or he was unable to move due to depleted stamina. That was how they traveled up to Harine and here, which left them no time to practice, and barely any time for social conversation after dark. With the decrease of their numbers, Winter was relieved from cooking duty. They were loathe to lose Adria, but had no choice, since she was not even supposed to join in. “You got me,” Winter raised his hands in defeat. “You are not paying attention, Uncle Winter.” Adria pouted her lips a little. “Sorry about that, dear. I was just thinking that we better leave this place soon before the bad guys come.” The reason for Winter wanting to leave was not for his own sake. It was Adria he was worried about. Winter could die once and lose a level, logging back in four days later in-game. Adria, being an NPC, might not have the same benefit. He began to think it was a big mistake to bring her here. He would talk to Summer later about leaving the party to send her back to safety. Adria herself appeared nonchalant to the violence around her, but Winter knew better than that. There were quiet moments between them, when Winter saw she was uncomfortable with the slaughter between two intelligent parties out of anything else besides self-preservation. She told him so. She had killed monsters before with Minalan, but only out of self-preservation. She could not reconcile the violence here with the teachings of Freya she believed so strongly. Winter did not know what to say on that count. It was all a game for him. It was a game world. xXx Adria understood war as an abstract concept. But seeing it in person, it completely baffled her why the outlanders had to battle against each other. Was it not enough for the grace of Freya to bring peace to everyone? Adria followed Winter not out of interest to see how the violence would play out. It was to confirm for herself what she had felt growing inside. When she woke up suddenly all grown up, she felt her prayers were answered by Freya. But she had no idea why she wanted to suddenly grow up. Her mind was too young to interpret her feelings, but she knew it was related to the sour-faced older man that treated her kindly, despite her constant mischief. xXx “Daniel, do you have any time?” I sat beside him without waiting for his response. He knew I had something important to say, since I used his real name. “What do you need, Ronald?” Daniel used my real name too, to acknowledge that he understood. “I need to leave before the reinforcement arrives. No. It is not for myself,” I stopped him when he was about to speak. “Its about Adria.” It immediately dawned on Daniel what the problem was. “You are worried for her safety I assume. And with just cause. NPC can only die once. They disappear for good forever when they do,” Daniel simply confirmed my suspicion. Instead of calming me, it worried me even more if I would make it out with her unharmed. “Okay. I will be leaving with her in the morning. I think you should do the same, like what Mendell’s men did.” Since Mendell perished, his men saw no reason so stick around. So they deserted in groups. The alliance were sorry to see them go, since they made the bulk of the heavy armor section, that were further demoralised after their latest attempt, that showed good results were repelled. The rumors said that approximately 200 left. I would tell them to check with the chefs cooking their meals to know the exact number. But who cares, right? Ronald felt it was nigh time to leave too, since he was bored from constantly cooking. His mood had improved now that he had more time to spend with Adria and Odette, but he thought it was time to leave when he saw Summer busy yelling profanities to the deaf, dumb, ears and brains of Gustav and six others. He half expected Carvall to fly into a rage and hew everyone down, judging from his recent black moods and violent outbursts. Earlier, he even trounced Summer, for which Summer replied by shooting him at his crotch. They got into it for quite a bit, and then walked away with arms over their shoulders, walking side by side. “No, Ronald, I think I will stay for a bit. I refuse to acknowledge I cannot topple this castle. I must have it. I already lost 50 men.” Ronald had only seen Daniel this resolved once. It was an event of both joy and tragedy for Ronald and Daniel. His avatar conveyed that same sense of resolve as back then. Ronald was annoyed that Daniel felt that emotional over a game. “Dammit! Just go over the wall!” He said in annoyance. “It does not work that way, Ronald. You either fill in the moat, breach the gate or climb over the wall here. There is no option of going over the wall!” “Tell that to the Wizards up there!” I pointed to the sky, even more annoyed now. “Well, they are Wizards,” Summer answered, as if that explained everything. “Look. This is a game. You have options that are not available in real life, like Magic.” “I already thought of that. I cannot think of anything. I think I need one of your crazy plans now. Think you can give me one?” Winter laughed at that. Summer hated his crazy plans, since it was crazy. He was more often successful than failed in his execution of the crazy plan. But the collateral damage was... well, let’s not mention that. Daniel still steamed when Ronald mentioned the exploding cake fiasco that occurred when they were ten. He sent the exact same birthday cake without the extra bang when he was particularly displeased with Daniel that year. It might be an appropriate time for a crazy plan now, since they were desperate. Winter relaxed his mind and looked over the battlefield to the tall wall that still stood, despite the continuous bombardment from the catapult. He then looked at the wizards flying in the sky. From his vantage point, he could not see what the inside of the city looked like. The command tent might have an accurate map for it. Then suddenly it hit him. He might have a plan after all. “I might have one, Summer.” Winter’s smile might be a little maniacal. Summer was suddenly unsure whether he should have asked. “Okay. Here goes...” “That is impossible! No way that will work!” “What do you have to lose, Summer? Your life?” Summer quieted down. He was ready to hurl the whole party in desperation. What else could he do besides dying over his principle? This plan proposed by Winter was pure dumbness, that crossed the boundary of what would be possible. But everyone inside the tent had worked on their plan upon the assumption of a real life situation. They forgot the most crucial fact. It was not reality, it was all a game. The plan of a madman might have a better chance of working than a sound, intelligent realist in Royal Road. “You are a madman for even thinking this up!” “Will it work?” “I don’t know. This is one crazy ass plan! Whoever heard of this sort of plan before!” Summer still raged at the impossibility when Winter put his foot down. “Well, just do it! You wanted a crazy plan and I got one here. This is crazier than my usual standard, maybe. Well, okay. Yes! It is a lot crazier.” Winter increased his self-assessment upon his plan good two notches up, when he saw the accusing stare that Summer threw at him. “But if it works, you stand a good chance of conquering the castle before the help arrives, right?” “True.” Summer ran the possibilities through his head. It was one hell of an audacious plan, topped by crazy, and on top of crazy, an extra serving of really scary. If the whole plan worked, the usual scheme of Royal Road castle assault methods might be based on this plan, which was based on a madman’s imagination. The situation was desperate enough that they could use a madman. With that, Summer set to work. He needed to convince the rest of the leaders. If he had Carvall in the bag, the vote was half won, maybe. If Summer promised to forget the latest debacle he embroiled Summer in, Summer thought he could get Haskel to play along. With renewed purpose and a thrice crazy, but workable plan, Summer called for a meeting. Something he had never done before. The command tent was louder than usual that night. The ensuing eerie quietness was making the camp nervous. Some speculated it might be a bloodbath inside the tent. In the morning, all exited the tent with determined looks on their faces. Gustav rallied and briefed his guildmates on the plan, at least the part they needed to know. The six others followed suit, executing their part of the plan. For the first time after their continuous defeat, the players felt the beginning of hope. xXx ’What are they doing? This silence is making me nervous.’ Preston was talking to himself, while looking beyond the empty field to the attacker’s side. There seemed to be a flurry of activities, but he could not say what. A small quantity of the force had left right after the failed morning assault. Preston was enjoying it thoroughly, when he ordered the bridge’s foundation to be weakened and to be knocked out completely, when the new battering ram tactic was surprisingly effect. Preston had filed it away for future use and reference. The force was so strong that it cracked the gate in three blows, though the recoil likely injured the warriors manning them, too. Because they did not linger after they struck, but pulled back to repeat the action, Preston’s wall troop did not get the chance to drop more alchemic liquid fire upon them. It got him a little nervous, alright. Just a teensy bit. A concerted effort managed to kill off one of the assault leaders marked. A measure of good success. Their morale was high, which was why Preston was careful. He knew of two directly experienced cases where overconfidence was the main cause of defeat. Luckily he was on the winner’s side. ’Half the force left now. Our Wizard could not follow them before he had to land. They are not back yet. Wonder what they are up to.’ He had a measure of respect for the current battle commander, which seemed to have changed from the bumbling idiots before. Covered work tents were erected, negating air surveillance. Another page Preston planned to save if he was ever again in attacking position. The tent made no noise at all. He expected sounds of hammer and sawing. Curious. ’They are making something. That is for sure. But what? A bridge? A special battering ram? A larger catapult?’ Where other commanders should be relaxing, Preston was thorough, constantly worrying until the battle was done, and victory confirmed, not presumed or anticipated. It was what made him very good at what he was doing, despite his young age. ’What are they planning...’ Preston’s imagination was going into overdrive when Wilen’s hailing brought him short. “Commander Preston, Sir! Arvel is back. He brought new information, Sir!” A crisp salute from Wilem, and he stood at the ready. Preston nodded, moving to the base of the West Tower where he told Arvel, the only Wizard the castle had to return when he was done with the long range reconnaissance. Preston decided it was worth the risk even if they lost Arvel, as long as he managed to convey the intelligence before he died. ’This whispering function is sure convenient. No chance for information to be lost or intercepted, and instantly received, too. No wonder real medieval siege takes forever. Figuring out what each side does takes forever. Sending reinforcements through enemy lines would be a risky proposition at best, too.’ “Arvel. What do you have?” Preston immediately got to the point. His worrying was getting ahead of his self-confidence and preparations. “Hay and rocks,” came the succinct reply. “That’s it? There must be more.” Preston pressed for further details. He could not believe a commander that had thought to negate air surveillance, was spending his valuable time and resources playing with rocks and hay, the staple of old siege methods. “Well, there are also catapults hauled there, and a lot of excitement, a lot of people seemed to be scribbling and talking, arguing.” ’They are measuring the load and distance to go over the wall. Burning the city? What for? They cannot get in either way. Just to spite us before they are done?’ Possibilities ran around his head. He accounted and dismissed them in rapid succession. “Oh. I also saw a lot of players chopping down trees. No idea what it is for.” “Likely for another battering ram or bridging attempt. How many trees are we talking about?” “No idea about the collected quantities, as I did not stay long enough to find out. There were maybe some forty players doing it.” Preston ran a rough calculation in his head, and consulted his internal map. The trees within a day’s distance from Ranbell were not abundant or large. At most, they would harvest some three hundred cubic meters. Enough to make about three bridges worth, by his conservative estimate. Also possible to double the amount of their catapult force. But late afternoon, and there seemed to be no catapult unveiled. Now what? Arvel looked like a typical wizard. The triangular hat, long white beard and hair, wizened-looking look, robe and all. He also carried a wand, rod, or staff, depending on his mood. He sat down on a chair nearest to him, while waiting for further orders. He had risked death by flying out so far, though Wizard’s <<Flight>> spell might be fancy. Aside from Wizards, not many other professions could do it. So far, only Witches had been known to be able to fly with the help of the broom. There might be other ways using items too, for all Arvel knew. <<Flight>> had its drawbacks, a dangerous one, aside from the requirement of being level 200 to advance. | Flight (Tier 06)Available only to second job advancement of mainly Magician. Also possible to be obtained through special methods. It allows the caster to fly freely, defying the pull Gaia imposed upon all living creatures. An advanced wind magic, this spell is easy to cast, maintain and control for any that managed to get this far to learn it, though the speed leaves a lot to be desired. Almost no focus is required after the initial need of leaving the ground. Be careful when you are up high! Mana consumption: 500 initial, 100 mana for every minutes on airAdditional Effect: Unable to fly for 600 seconds after landing due to exhaustionUnable to cast any other spell while in flightImproving this skill reduces your mana consumption per minute and increases your flight speed.“Grace of the wind shall carry me far! Flight!” | | --- | The spell required the caster to stop for ten minutes the moment they touched ground. With his mana pool, and spell mastery, Arvel could stay in air for almost three hours. The enemy’s wizard was still too new, and had less flying time. During his reconnaissance mission, he was forced to stop after two hours, leaving him with a sizable mana pool, in case he was seen and confronted. But it was a needless worry. He was spotted and was duly ignored. He followed them around for six hours, before heading back. There was also the issue of the inability to cast any spell while flying, or else all Wizard and Witches would be doing ‘bombardment and run’! He loved being a Wizard. It had a lot of perks aside from flight. “Okay. This is what we will do, Arvel.” Arvel snapped his head back when Preston spoke. He respected the commander, a lot. He was instantly alert. “We can expect them to try something tomorrow. So I need you to stay on the wall. There is no more need for you to do anymore flying. If they fail the next assault, they will be a little short on time to try another one, I think.” Arvel grinned happily. This was the first time he had the chance to stand on the wall and play with his spells. As the only Wizard in the whole castle, he was too important to be flinging magics. He was the only one out of everyone left that could fly. That made him the most important person aside from Preston here. “Finally! I have been itching to kill a few of those dumb idiots,” Arvel rubbed his hands gleefully. He had seen the previous attempts the enemies had done. It was laughable at best, and entertaining at the least. xXx Summer was inside the large, covered tent he had thought up. It was something to negate the air surveillance. The plan, after it was properly thrashed out, seemed to be beyond bulletproof. Summer could say it was blast proof, if he chose to be proud about it. Winter was seriously twisted, but also amazing for thinking it up. Winter was indeed right. Summer was too set on his way, not fully seeing Royal Road as a game. Players were materialising the timbers they quickly gathered in eight hours. It was more than enough for the purpose. The blacksmiths had materialised it after shaping each long blocks of different width, though the thickness and length were equal. Normal players could materialise any wood they gathered as small blocks of 20cm x 20cm x 20cm, that could be stretched into any length or thickness, as long as it adhered to the total volume. A blacksmith with woodworking capabilities, however, could do much more. Like joining the small blocks to make larger blocks. The better their blacksmithing skill, the larger the resulting volume allowed, and more shapes they could create. At the moment, they were practicing so they could assemble something Winter thought of. Winter mentioned it to Summer as an afterthought. But combined with the initial plan, that was already beyond absurd, it made perfect sense. Winter was truly looking forward to rain on the smug bugger's parade above the wall there. “Summer. We are good with the catapult and calculation. We can cover the distance easily. But we have size limitation, due to the basket having a set size. Any larger, and it would mess with the balance of the throw.” Gustav lived out to his name as someone with serious logistic capabilities. Aside from organising the timbering expedition, he also organized the catapult team, the current blacksmith team, special assault team and direct assault team, on top of the mage corps, that now practiced in near darkness, off a considerable distance from the camp. Haskel was won over easily, when Summer promised not to hold the debacle against him, since he might have to come up with a plan to win the battle. Haskel even supported his prompt appointment as the field commander. He was in charge of the group leaders for each section organised by Gustav. Being the most sociable and politically savvy, he made quick decisions on the matter, with not a single voice raised. “As long as it works. How are the mages doing?” “Orval, who is supervising, just said that they could use a little more practice to synchronise better. Aside from that, I think we are doing fine.” “How about the special assault team? We have enough volunteers?” Summer was included in this special assault team automatically. He had an important role to play, if he survived the first minute. “They are off at that tent there. We have too many volunteers ,and have to leave it to Haskel to do the picking,” Gustav was pointing to a tent a little distance from the one he was standing in. From the open flap, he could see that there was a long queue of mixed professions of melee and magician. They needed several of each profession, but mainly just someone stupid enough to volunteer. He was glad they were not short on that kind at this juncture. “By the way... I thank you for stepping up, Summer. I am definitely not the leader I thought I was.” After strings of failures, Gustav, as the figurehead of the expedition, was a wreck. He was truly grateful for Summer to come forth with a sound plan. Gustav was humbled, after he saw how Summer worked the whole team. It showed well -ordered thoughts with foresight. “Don’t mention it, Gustav. At the moment, I just want to take down the castle.” Summer dismissed the acknowledgement of his superiority easily. He had a lot to worry about. If they failed even a single aspect of the plan, there would be no contingencies. It was a rush for victory or death. “I do not even remember now why I wanted that castle. It seems too pointless after my failures,” Gustav sighed to himself. Was it greed? Was it just because he could do it? Or was it because it would be the fun thing to do? After he gave it a little thought, he would pick the combination of the three. “Never mind that. I am not even sure this will work. I truly wants more time, but we are pressed for it. Reinforcements will arrive in four days. I do not know how long this is going to take. Hopefully not very long.” “Still, it is a very strange plan. Crazy even. I never expected that from you.” Summer laughed, long and hard. All work stopped, as they were puzzled by his behavior. “Keep going! You all need to do it as fast as you can!” One of the blacksmiths might have muttered something like “Crazy bastard” or something. But the man was directing the word to the wrong person though it was not said with malice, but amusement. They were doing something nobody ever thought of before. “Well, you are right. This is a plan that I, in normal circumstances, will never think of. But recent times have caused me to be a little more creative.” Summer took the credit, since he knew Winter would not be interested. Besides, it was Summer that spent time to refine it with everyone else. Winter would not be patient enough to sit down and talk it out. He would steamroll over everyone’s objections, or attempt to, which would set everyone off to bouts of long heated arguments. “Amen to that, Summer. I will check back on the catapult team. They should be back now.” Summer nodded to Gustav, and he quickly left the tent. They have a lot to do. xXx “Men! Do it like you mean it! Three steps distance at the same time. If you misstep, it will mess up the whole thing! A little gap is fine! But that much is unacceptable! Do it again! One two three!” At the count, the whole team of mages cast their spell at the same time. They were casting identical spells in concert. Orval was depressed, since last year, after his girlfriend broke up with him. But he might have found a new love. Never mind if she was an NPC. Real life women were overrated, anyway. He should know, because he was dumped by one for no obvious reason. He spent time with her on weekends, went to movies together, went on dates. Their break up confirmed what he had thought for a while now. That he should stick to 2D girls. They would never betray you. His girlfriend constantly complained about him watching his favorite series. He could not understand why she was unhappy whenever Orval - real life name Adam Sanders - invited her over to watch it together. With the appearance of Adria,a three dimensional, beautiful, innocent and not high strung, he was able to pull over his depression. When he and his girlfriend broke up, she trashed his collection. But now, he had something else to look forward to collecting. He just had to think of how to get Winter away from her. Odette was disappointed that she could not join the special assault team. Instead, she was put into the direct assault team. A consolation prize. Rock was rejected too, but was not against it. The rest of her schoolmates were mostly rejected too, as there were others with higher levels than them. The exception was Aloine, that was chosen. Odette suspected there was more going on there, as she was sure Aloine’s level was not so far ahead of the rest of her friends. “Don’t be disappointed. We have our own role to play. As important as those at that line there.” Carvall turned out to be pretty chatty, once you got him talking. Odette was the closest to the close mouthed player. The man was taller than Odette by a good ten centimeters, probably. She wondered how tall the man was in real life. “I know. But I cannot help it. It sounded pretty darn exciting, if you ask me.” Odette, who had never seen Carvall smile before, saw it for the first time. It was a lopsided smile, barely a smile, yet it changed his whole serious countenance, into one of civility and possible humor. “I wanted to join too. But I prefer rushing forward with my friend here.” Carvall patted the large axe strapped on his back. He was the leader of the direct assault team, no contest with Odette, the secondary leader. Out of the whole plan, they were the ones with the most free time, for now. She wanted the next afternoon to arrive quickly. “I will logout for now. I will see you tomorrow afternoon.” Nodding his acknowledgement, Carvall stood still, watching the standing body of Odette turn into pure white, transparent crystalline. It was the natural state of avatars that did not log out in a designated safe zone or city area. “Uncle Winter! You need to sleep!” Adria tried to tell her sole protector for the umpteenth time. “Not a chance. We cannot be sure that there is no assassin!” Winter was yawning, but still alert enough. He was overly paranoid, but in this case,it was way better to be safe than sorry. “Really, what will an assassin be doing running into a full battle camp?” “You can never be too sure.” Winter replied with the same words that Adria had heard so much the past seven nights. It was almost like a chant. “Okay. How about this. I will stick close to Orval there.” Adria waved her hand to Orval that by chance (?), passed close by. It was late night, almost midnight, in Royal Road. The mages finally worked in near perfect coordination. Orval doubted that anymore practice would be helpful. Winter paused, suddenly very alert. It puzzled Adria that Winter was more worried about Orval, than an assassin seeking her for reasons unknown. “Tolan! Ho!” Winter hailed Tolan that was trailing behind Orval. Both paused, but only Tolan walked to them with slumped shoulders. Orval walked on after observing for a bit. Were his footsteps a little too slow, there? “What do you need, Winter?” Dejected-looking Tolan was recovering, but still looked pretty bad. “I need to get out and brew a little lifeblood for myself out there. Look after Adria here for a bit?” Tolan was silent for a moment, then of all things, burst into sobs while fleeing from the two. Adria was puzzled. while Winter could only sigh, with “Oh, dear” echoing inside his mind. Seemed like he had to stay awake the whole time, after all. xXx The morning came quickly. Winter left Adria in the care of Summer, who was done with every preparation, but worrying, logged back in after sobering himself up with coffee. Daniel’s avatar might not look like it, but his real life body should be looking a little worse for wear. A good number of them had been awake for nearly two days straight in real life. But the wait was finally over. At least for Winter. He would leave before noon, after finishing up his cooking. | Rainbow Fish BunA unique creation by Sella. This recipe was created from her intent to let the common folks enjoy a small taste of great food, without concern of the price. It is mostly filled with other ingredients, with a decent quantity of Rainbow Fish’s unique flavor, that will override other ingredients’ lesser flavor. One part in four must be of Rainbow Fish, with the rest of any available meat. Will not work with rotten meat! A single fish will be enough to make sixty buns if you are stingy!Consuming this food grants 100 Vitality for six hoursEating more than one will not give additional benefits! | | --- | | Rainbow Fish SoupA unique creation by Sella. This recipe was created with whole Rainbow Fish eyes as the main showcase, while the rest of it are finely diced and tossed into the soup. Supposedly, this soup grants clarity of mind and temporary mental fortitude. Not for the weak-hearted! Each fish can be used to make twenty even servings. The lucky ones get the eye.Consuming this food grants 50 Wisdom, 50 Intelligence for six hoursConsuming more than a bowl might give you nightmares! | | --- | | Grilled Rainbow FishA unique creation by Sella. This recipe was created for quick preparation without losing its intricate taste. Each skewer is dipped in thick soy sauce and cooked over an open fire. A simple dish, yet elegant in its taste, and practical for an adventurer. This preparation method also allows the dish to be mass cooked. Each Rainbow Fish will yield 16 skewers on average.Consuming this food grants 50 Strength, 50 Agility for six hoursConsuming more than a skewer is just greedy! You will lose your money! | | --- | | Smoked Rainbow FishA unique creation by Sella. This technique of preparation allows the fish to be stored for long distance travel. It takes two days for the dish to be finished, but it can be mass produced. The fish turns a little hard due to the cooking process, but has amplified, concentrated taste! Fragrant wood must be used to prepare Rainbow Fish using this method! A single fish shall make enough for meals for twelve people on average!Consuming this food grants 50 Defense, 50 Magic Defense for six hoursConsuming more than a single person’s share might makes your body a little rigid! Beware! | | --- | Winter cooked every dish except the last one, since it took too long for him to prepare, and the plan he came up with would be set into motion in less than a day in Royal Road. He had about 300 people’s worth of the Smoked Rainbow Fish, courtesy from Sella, when she was done with the experiments. Winter planned to share 200 servings of it. For the rest, Winter cooked 200 servings of each dish. Due to how the fish was split, he exceeded the number a little here and there. He made the most out of each fish, as any leftover parts of the fish would disappear. Something he found out from his time with Sella. He was not the only one furiously cooking. Adria was cooking the exact same dishes as Winter, with the fishes from him, and approximately the same quantity. Any cook that could put any little buff on the table was furiously cooking too. There would be no going back today. They would assign each dish to the respective classes, with a serious warning not to stuff themselves. They needed to be buffed up, but not slowed by the stuffed effect! Winter was amazed that Summer could make so much progress within such a short amount of time. He was a little bit sad that he would not be joining in the fun. Adria’s safety came first. The plan was untested, there was no confirmation it would work, no matter how good it sounded in theory. Well, it was crazy in the first place, so it sounded crazy too. So, not taking any chances, Winter would leave after he was done cooking. “I am done here!” Adria shouted across the space between them. They were separated by an array of large stoves and grills. It was their cooking station. Other chefs were mostly done, with a few still cooking complicated-looking dishes. “Me too, for now,” he called back. Winter checked the quantity of the dishes he could cook with Sella’s cookbook. He was left with 9278, after cooking a total of 648 worth of dishes. He expected his cooking and handicraft to level up the moment the dishes were done, which would be... now. Ding! A shape of a rainbow rose over the skewers lined on the grill. | You finished cooking Grilled Rainbow FishMass cooking benefits! 10% proficiency increase for Cooking Skill and Handicraft Skill!Intermediate cooking ingredients usedYour Cooking Skill expertise rating rises by 26.4%Your Handicraft Skill expertise rating rises by 19.8%Keep it up! | | --- | Winter quickly turned off the grills by shutting of his channelled mana. His problem with iron did not surface here, as he was technically not equipping it. Adria,who had much faster cooking skill than him, had already pulled out most of her dishes and began serving it on a set table. With each section marked for the buffs available. Summer was that organised! Ding! Every steamer had a small rainbow appearing on it. | You finished cooking Rainbow Fish BunMass cooking benefits! 10% proficiency increase for Cooking Skill and Handicraft Skill!Intermediate cooking ingredients usedYour Cooking Skill expertise rating rises by 17.6%Your Handicraft Skill expertise rating rises by 18.7%Cooking Skill Level Up!Your Cooking Skill is now Beginner Level 6! | | --- | Winter had to get a lot of help to take off the numerous steamers. It was done in quick order, set beside Adria’s own steamers. Ding! That was the last of the dishes, and also the first he prepared, since it took the longest to cook. A full rainbow arc slowly manifested on the mouth of the cauldron. Somehow,this dish always appeared this way when it was done cooking. | You finished cooking Rainbow Fish SoupMass cooking benefits! 10% proficiency increase for Cooking Skill and Handicraft Skill!Intermediate cooking ingredients usedYour Cooking Skill expertise rating rises by 22%Your Handicraft Skill expertise rating rises by 17.6% | | --- | Chef’s privilege, of course, allowed Winter to taste the food first. It was of lesser quality than Sella’s and Adria’s. But nobody would ever say it was terrible. Fragrant smells were wafting around the table. Everyone was lined up neatly, taking each food to be eaten in their own corner with the rest of their temporary teams. All the food would be eaten right before the incoming battle. Winter quit figuring out how the dishes that was finished in a pot appeared in the form of bowls inside his inventory, when he approached the finished soup cauldron. Or how cut fishes suddenly grew skewers. He had seen enough weird quirks of the system to leave it alone. “We are done with everything, Uncle Winter. I am ready to leave.” “Good. I think we can set off now. While everyone is still busy.” “Leaving without saying goodbye, Uncle Winter?” Odette,who approached from behind him without being noticed, spoke out from her squatting position. It made Winter nearly jump, as he was unprepared. “Geez, Odette! Don’t surprise me like that! I almost throw a fireball there!” Winter lied. He was conditioned to use <<Reflex>> first. Odette simply smiled. She stood up straight and hugged Winter like usual, lifting him completely off the ground. She gave Adria a much milder hug, though just as warm. She bent down a little to do it. Adria’s encircling arm could not fully encircle Odette’s torso. She did her best anyway. “I am going to miss you, Adria. It was good to know you. Take care of him.” Winter pretended he did not hear the last part. “I will, Odette. You can rely on me,” replied Adria. Both of them released each other. Winter walked away quickly with Adria in tow. He disliked this sort of emotional parting. There was no need to say goodbye to Summer. Adria had already did that much earlier, while Winter was not interested in hugging Summer. “Ah, Uncle Winter. Here.” Winter stopped to look sideways at Adria, who walked to his left. She was holding out his purse! Everything had gone so fast in a whirlwind, that Winter forgot that he had left his purse with Adria. Coolly, he picked it up, hoping against everything that Adria had not picked up bad shopping habits like “Celine the Shopaholic”, Ronald’s nickname for his daughter. “Thank you, Adria. I completely forget. Did you spend it on anything back in town?” “Yes. A few things here and there.” Winter had no idea what she spent it on. But he noticed that the contents had only decreased by 10 silvers. What a frugal girl! Winter would never know that Adria spent the money to buy a bag of sweet candy. With the massed camp and Ranbell’s castle as the background, both Winter and Adria walked away from the impending battle. | [<<<<< Previous Chapter](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=99&t=775) | | [Next Chapter >>>>>](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=99&t=849) | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | ========================================================================================================================================================== Author's Note: 1. Credit to -The Slacker- for the diligent PR 2. Special Credit to Veresliosi and Vim1inc for bouncing stuff around. Not to forget Ramzicmain that joined us. 3. Do let me know of mistakes you find. Try as me and my PR to spot them, we might miss some. 4. As promised folks, chapter 18. Next Monday sees the conclusion of the castle siege, and also the only chapter I will release for the week. 5. Do let me know what you think, everyone. 6. Enjoy!

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> A Nightmare and a Half<br><br>It all started with a dark room. From the outside one would notice nothing out of the ordinary from this one room in a hallway with many identical doorways, in this overly large manor. But if you were to get closer to the door, you`d notice a puddle of clear liquid seeping through the gap under the door, and if you were to get even closer, you'd be able to hear the quite sobs of person with a child like voice. Inside that room was a 15 year old boy that looked like a cute 12 year old, my next door neighbor. He wasn't always so broken.................. In fact he arrived at the Butler training manor just minutes after I did, this morning.<br><br>Soon after Klaus dragged me away from the royal gardens, I arrived at the Laurenfrost estate. The manor with 3 floors, two sub floors and seemd as if it was so large half the population in the entire kingdom could stay here. It was surrounded by a forest on the southern entrance and the west coast of the forgotten sound kingdom. The actual plot of land that the estate owned was, by my rough guestimations several square kilometers. <br><br>As soon as I walked through these doors Klaus quickly showed me all the important places I would be working at, around the manse. Where all the servant passages were, the kitchen, the dining room, the washing room, the wine brewing room, ….. the armory of assassin type weapons?!?!? That evening I slept in the servant’s quarters, which, like the manor, was unnecessarily large. Even though only 5 maids and Klaus lived there were enough rooms for a hundred. <br><br>The next morning at the dining table, Rinslet and Klaus explained; “Sebastian, starting today you will be attending the Butler Training camp under the guidance of Klaus and the instructors there” “wait, putting aside that I never agreed to anything here, why is Klaus guiding me if there are instructors?” “that’s because Klaus is recognized as the best butler in the entire continent!” and then Klaus started tearing up “Ojou –sama, I am unworthy of such praise!”. <br><br>With that concluded Klaus gave me a swallow tailed butler suit, complete with a silk shirt and vest underneath the suit and gloves to go with them. <br>You Received a Job Offer!<br>If you accept, you will take the position of: Apprentice Butler. You will attend the butler training academy for 4 days. Normally it takes years to become a master class butler, however Rinslet has Ordered Klaus to turn you into a butler of the same rank as he is in that short span of time. During training you will receive one gold a day, after you start serving it will be increased to 10 gold. Will you accept this offer?<br>*you cannot refuse*<br>Yes/<br>no<br>That last bit didn’t stop me from trying. I was standing there selecting no for at least 20 minutes with countless system messages popping up all saying the same thing “you cannot select that option”. <br><br>Giving in to my fate I accept the job offer. You have gained the title Apprentice butler. Remembering that I had the cloud knight still equipped I immediately replace it with the Apprentice Butler.<br>And then I equiped the apprentice butler’s set:<br>Apprentice butler Coat: Durability 60/60 Defence:5 <br>A swallowtail jacket designed to train apprentice butlers, this coat is Incredibly heavy, and yet doesn’t restrict your movements. <br>Restrictions: for apprentice butlers only<br>Options: -5 str, -5 Dex, stamina decreases twice as fast. Skill levels and stats increase twice as fast(requires full set to be equipped). <br><br>Apprentice butler pants : Durability 60/60 Defence: 5<br>Pants for the apprentice butler’s set. <br>Restrictions: for apprentice butlers only, incredibly heavy<br>Options: -stamina decreases 1.1times as fast, skill levels and stats increase 1.05 times as fast<br><br>Apprentice butler gloves: Durability 25/25 Defence:2<br>Gloves Designed for the Apprentice butler’s set <br>Restrictions: for apprentice butlers only<br>Options: increases Skill proficiency for Skills requiring using the hands by 1.2 times(requires full set to be worn)<br>Apprentice butler shoes: Durability 30/30 Defence: 2<br>Shoes to be worn with the Apprentice butler’s set<br>Restrictions: for apprentice butlers only<br>Options: increases Skill proficiency for Skills by 1.2 times(requires full set to be worn) stamina consumption increased by 1.2 times.<br>Apprentice butler’s Belt: Durability 2020 Defence: 2<br>A belt made for the apprentice butler’s set.<br>Restrictions: for apprentice butlers only<br>Options: increases Skill proficiency for Skills by 1.2 times(requires full set to be worn), stamina consumption increased b 1.2 times<br><br>After doing the math that increases my Skill level rate by 3.6 with skills involving my hands, 3x for skills without, my Stat gain rate by 2.1 and my stamina consumption by 3.1 times. Then I remembered I haven’t distributed my stats, after levelling up three times yesterday. I invested 5 points into STR and 10 into DEX. <br><br>Soon after I arrived at the butler training academy, which I will later christen Alcatraz. Why? Because your locked in there for most of the day, and if you try to escape a fate worse than hell awaits you. A fate so horrible that Hell looked like a paradise awaits those who fail. The kusa-baka escaped from the Academy using the false pretense that his master had summoned him, and Rinslet being the kind hearted spoiled girl she is, let him live……….. Then he failed miserably. And we all know what happened to that him~ <br><br>And that’s how I ended up here. The Butler academy, a nightmarish place where my next door neighbor is a broken, sobbing child. While my neighbor on the right is an equally broken teenager, who’s currently letting out Blood-chilling screams from being punished for blowing up an oven. Now why haven’t I been broken yet? Luck I guess. <br><br>It all started like this. Klaus brought me into the main hallway and taught me the polishing skill.<br>*You have Learned polishing*- When used on metal and plate armor, has a buffing effect, as well as having a chance to confuse enemies.<br> “Your first task is to polish every statue, every window and every mirror in this mansion. In two hours.” At first I thought he was kidding the butler training academy was in fact an enormous manse , of which can compete with the royal palace on both size and complexity. It made the Laurenfrost manor look as small as a shack by the seaside. (The Laurenfrost Estate itself is huge but the manor is only average sized in Noble standards). Needless to say there were hundreds of thousands of windows both big and small, a few hundred statues, and several millennia of bad luck if I broke all the mirrors. <br> <br>“Klaus you’re kidding right? It’s insane to have to polish all that alone” his only response was to hand me a polishing cloth, and start walking away. “ At first I was just going to ignore the job and just kill time somewhere else, but then I passed by the room Labeled “punishment room” Curios I looked inside and saw another apprentice butler sitting in Seiza(Traditional Japanese way of sitting on your knees) on top of a jagged wooden board, with tall stack Stone slabs on top of his calves *a Japanese form of torture*, while being mercilessly beaten with a large wooden paddle. And then one stone slab fell from the stack. The person beating the apprentice with the paddle stopped hitting him, and then brought over more stone slaps, and doubled the height of the stack. <br><br>Right then and there I Decided it might be in my best interests to complete the superhuman task assigned to me. Lucky for me I had an advantage that these poor sobs didn’t. In the royal gardens, while I was secretly tasting herbs, I discovered one that gave me stamina than an energy drink. *evil laughs*<br><br>I ran out in the first five minutes. <br><br>I’ll just say this right now. 3.1x stamina consumption is brutal. Once stamina runs out, to keep doing actions that require stamina your hp starts taking damage. By some miracle I finished polishing everything within the two hours. During the course of all this, my Dex increased by 6, and my polishing skill already reached intermediate level 2. At this point I’ve collapsed on the ground with 2 Life left, and with the extreme fatigue stats effect, that’s preventing me from moving, and is slowly draining my hp.<br><br>And finally Klaus comes in and says, “1 hour, 58 minutes and 32 seconds. Not bad “ <br>With great difficulty I spit out the words “damn …you……….Klaus……………….. I’m.....Dying………”<br>With a slight smirk on his face Klaus heals me and gives me a cup of premium grade coffee. “Ultimate Heal!” <br>With my life and stamina completely recovered there was only one thing on my mind(besides revenge) “Klaus you could heal?”<br>“A skill that every butler should learn, It can be used in a variety of different ways as long as you have the innovation to realize that. In a pinch it can also save yours or your master’s life. With that said this is your next task…..” <br>Torture punishment assistance<br><br>Klaus brought me to the same punishment room that I walked past earlier and taught me the beginner heal skill. This time there was a younger apprentice butler, the one that would later become my next door neighbour. He was sitting in a seiza position while a butler instructor beat him with one of the paddles lying on a stack in the corner. *you have learned elementary heal* - Heals a target by 20 life plus your INT x 1.5 mp cost: 12<br>And so that’s what I had to do for another 2 hours. <br><br>During the course of those two hours my basic heal leveled up to 6 and I learned intermediate heal. My INT also increased by 4, my WIS by 1 and my mana by 3.<br>Elementary heal level 6- heals a target by 80 plus your int x 1.7 mp cost:17<br>Intermediate heal level 1 – Heals a target by 220 plus your int x 4 mp cost: 40<br>This time Klaus left me with MP recovery herbs, since unlike with stamina, magic skills wont consume hp, except with a few exceptions. <br><br>After those two hours I asked Klaus “what did he do to deserve being beaten for a full two hours? That instructor was hitting 60% of his life with each hit!”<br>“ He was punished for being unable to polish every floor in the academy.” <br>A chill ran down my spine*if I failed to polish everything would I have been in that punishment room being beaten and healed?*<br><br> My next task after that was: <br>“you are to reach intermediate level cooking in four hours” <br>“Four hours?!? This time you’re joking right? Everyone knows that production skills like Cooking take forever to train. The restaurants in leaf bud city only have beginner level 8 at best!” <br>“Hahaha, I see you’ve caught on. Yes it was a joke, You are to reach intermediate level 5 in four hours.”<br>I decided it would be best to just shut up. <br>“you’ll have full access to all the ingredients in the Kitchen. Here's a recipe book. With this task, failure results in an extra harsh punishment"<br>"you mean like being beaten and healed over and over again?"<br>"That is only a light penalty"<br>Realizing that my life was in danger, started preparing for this insane command. *It's been a while since I made anything, I'm going to need coffee, lots and lots of coffee*<br>The kitchen was in one word, Huge. there were 8 counters, in the middle of it, each with a sink, frying pan, stove and oven. Along the wall there was an extra large Stove, Oven and this Industrial sized Vat that I didn't know the purpose of. <br><br>Two hours later Klaus came to check up on how I was doing, I still had half my time left.<br>"Oh hi Klaus what's up?"<br>"What's all this?" He gestured at the mountain of cups on the counter. <br>"This?, its 255,426 cups of coffee, why?" Ha! coffee can easily be made in bulk, only for some reason for every unit of coffee I make it appears in an individual cup. *Thank god they had an industrial size vat * <br>Deciding to show off to Klaus what I've made so far I walk over to a another counter, with a platter so large it took up almost the entire space. "This here is about 850 pieces of assorted sushi, and over there on that counter in the corner, is about 600 croissants." After making the croissants I realized that French food seems to make The cooking skill increase the fastest. "And finally on the counter beside us is 4226 plates of Croque Monsieur" It may sound fancy, but in reality it's just French style Grilled cheese sandwiches with ham. <br><br>Taking a quick glance at the top plate in the pile of Croque Monsieur Klaus pointed out "You've reached intermediate level 9 haven't you? "<br><br>"How the hell did you guess that?"<br>"A master Butler should be able to do such things" <br><br>Klaus Left the room and then came back in holding a crate of escargots. "Make all these into Escargot à la Bourguignonne and you can go. Ojou-sama will be arriving in half an hour to pick you up." *what am I a child at day-care?.........is what I would've normally said, but she's liberating me from this hell. Huzzah~!*<br>29 minutes later.<br>-Your cooking skill has reached level 10, intermediate (no its not lvl 10 intermediate its lvl 10 beginner that became intermediate, this was how OSS wrote it). You can now cook a greater variety of entrées, and while satiated, various abilities are raised depending on the type of entrée and the ingredients used. (example: Drake's egg, various herbs)<br><br>All stats have increased by 5<br>Your fame has increased by 10<br>You have learned craft skill: wine brewing.<br>Your affinity with earth has increased by 30. Earth based magic resistance has increased by 20%. Fire and water based magic resistance has increased by 10%.<br>I've never been so happy to see anyone in my life, as Rinslet's platinum blonde hair moved past the kitchen doors. "Sebastian you are to accompany me for my afternoon tea!" *damn looks like I'm stuck with Sebastian* <br>***********************************************************************************<br>Arriving at the royal gardens, we discover something different with the usual scenery. At the table.................. my bread was still there.........................being eaten by the Rappy. At that moment Rinslet let out a cute sound and ordered me Capture it. "How adorable~! Sebastian you are to capture that this instant!" <br>Hearing Rinslet's voice the rappy turned around, saw us, and ran off through the bushes. I followed after it but couldn't even find a trace if it after that. <br>"I....... it got away................." <br>Hiding her disappointment she said " It can't be helped" I picked up the healf eaten bread on the table and put it away. <br>At that moment, another girl called out from behind us "RInslet!~" <br>Turning around, I'm fairly certain that was the princess of the Forgotten sound kingdom, with her butler. <br>Forgetting about the Rappy, Rinslet started chatting with the princess. Her butler focused his attention on me. "Greetings I am Rembrandt, you are Rinslet's new butler I take it?" <br>"Against my will? yes." <br>"Ah in that case, Klaus would be the one teaching you at the academy correct? Tell me what do you think of him?" <br>"He's a slave driving, torture master, who reads minds on the side, wearing a fancy swallow-tailed suit." <br>Laughing softly at my response, he explained. "Klaus is much more than he seems, he's the only master class butler this kingdom has seen in four hundred years. Master class butlers are on par with legendary adventurers, and are what all butlers aspire to. You are fortunate to be under his tutelage. " <br>"So he's kind of an amazing person." <br>"Between the countless assassins he's captured, and all the work he does for this kingdom behind the scenes, It'd be safe to assume that without him forgotten sound would have fallen long ago. Ah, my apologies you must be on break from the academy. You can leave your Ojou-sama and the princess in my care, while I can't compare to Klaus, I am an expert class butler." <br>Thanking Rembrandt I go to my spot under the tree, while Rembrandt was led away by Rinslet and the princess. I take a well deserved nap. <br>Only to be woken up to a mysterious sound. "chweeep?" <br>It was the Rappy, walking around the table as if looking for something. I pulled out the half eaten bread and offered it to the rappy. Scared, it took a few steps back. Determined, I took a few steps forward , put the bread down, and walked back to my spot by the tree. Only then did the Rappy come forward to eat the bread. <br>I pulled out another piece of rye bread from my inventory and murmured to it. "That bread was left out overnight, so it's probably stale, here's a fresh loaf" *who am I kidding, these loaves were baked to last for months, that piece could've probably been left out for another two weeks and still be as fresh as the one in my hand* <br>Tentatively It walked forward and took the bread out of my hand, but it didn't run away. I took the chance to pet it's head and a system message popped up. <br>-You have discovered a species of large flightless bird, around Leaf bud city. What will you name it?-<br>I was tempted to choose Chocobo, but in the end I selected Rappy. <br>-Your fame has increased by 20-<br>-This Rappy seems fond of you, will you try to tame it?- <br>instantaneously I selected yes. <br>-Taming successful- Please name your new pet. <br>After some internal debate, I decide to name the Rappy Charles. <br>However I wasn't able to fully savor the moment, because at that instant a large explosion occurred followed by the screams of two girls. <br>Fully convinced they were RInslet and the princess's screams, I rushed over, with Charles following from behind, to find a crater in the front gates of the castle, and Rembrant lying Bloodied on the ground. With haggard breaths, Rembrandt pleaded. "Her highness and......your ojou........were kidnapped.......please............save.......them......" And collapsed.<br>-You've been offered a quest-<br>Rinslet and the princess have been kidnapped by an unknown person. Rembrandt has been Incapacitated and will be unable to assist in the rescue. You are to Co-operate with the royal knights and Klaus to discover the identity of the kidnapper(s) and rescue Rinslet and the princess. You cannot refuse.<br>Quest Difficulty: Level D<br>*Warning: Failure results in enimity with the royal family, Expulsion from the Butler academy, and possibly being branded a fugitive. <br>Rewards: Varies based on the results.<br><br>A level D quest?!? For a Level 4 this would definitely be impossible, and the Kidnapper was able to easily defeat Rembrandt a level 176 Butler. And if I fail I might become a fugitive of the Forgotten sound? Today is really, not my day. </div>

A Nightmare and a Half It all started with a dark room. From the outside one would notice nothing out of the ordinary from this one room in a hallway with many identical doorways, in this overly large manor. But if you were to get closer to the door, you`d notice a puddle of clear liquid seeping through the gap under the door, and if you were to get even closer, you'd be able to hear the quite sobs of person with a child like voice. Inside that room was a 15 year old boy that looked like a cute 12 year old, my next door neighbor. He wasn't always so broken.................. In fact he arrived at the Butler training manor just minutes after I did, this morning. Soon after Klaus dragged me away from the royal gardens, I arrived at the Laurenfrost estate. The manor with 3 floors, two sub floors and seemd as if it was so large half the population in the entire kingdom could stay here. It was surrounded by a forest on the southern entrance and the west coast of the forgotten sound kingdom. The actual plot of land that the estate owned was, by my rough guestimations several square kilometers. As soon as I walked through these doors Klaus quickly showed me all the important places I would be working at, around the manse. Where all the servant passages were, the kitchen, the dining room, the washing room, the wine brewing room, ….. the armory of assassin type weapons?!?!? That evening I slept in the servant’s quarters, which, like the manor, was unnecessarily large. Even though only 5 maids and Klaus lived there were enough rooms for a hundred. The next morning at the dining table, Rinslet and Klaus explained; “Sebastian, starting today you will be attending the Butler Training camp under the guidance of Klaus and the instructors there” “wait, putting aside that I never agreed to anything here, why is Klaus guiding me if there are instructors?” “that’s because Klaus is recognized as the best butler in the entire continent!” and then Klaus started tearing up “Ojou –sama, I am unworthy of such praise!”. With that concluded Klaus gave me a swallow tailed butler suit, complete with a silk shirt and vest underneath the suit and gloves to go with them. You Received a Job Offer! If you accept, you will take the position of: Apprentice Butler. You will attend the butler training academy for 4 days. Normally it takes years to become a master class butler, however Rinslet has Ordered Klaus to turn you into a butler of the same rank as he is in that short span of time. During training you will receive one gold a day, after you start serving it will be increased to 10 gold. Will you accept this offer? *you cannot refuse* Yes/ no That last bit didn’t stop me from trying. I was standing there selecting no for at least 20 minutes with countless system messages popping up all saying the same thing “you cannot select that option”. Giving in to my fate I accept the job offer. You have gained the title Apprentice butler. Remembering that I had the cloud knight still equipped I immediately replace it with the Apprentice Butler. And then I equiped the apprentice butler’s set: Apprentice butler Coat: Durability 60/60 Defence:5 A swallowtail jacket designed to train apprentice butlers, this coat is Incredibly heavy, and yet doesn’t restrict your movements. Restrictions: for apprentice butlers only Options: -5 str, -5 Dex, stamina decreases twice as fast. Skill levels and stats increase twice as fast(requires full set to be equipped). Apprentice butler pants : Durability 60/60 Defence: 5 Pants for the apprentice butler’s set. Restrictions: for apprentice butlers only, incredibly heavy Options: -stamina decreases 1.1times as fast, skill levels and stats increase 1.05 times as fast Apprentice butler gloves: Durability 25/25 Defence:2 Gloves Designed for the Apprentice butler’s set Restrictions: for apprentice butlers only Options: increases Skill proficiency for Skills requiring using the hands by 1.2 times(requires full set to be worn) Apprentice butler shoes: Durability 30/30 Defence: 2 Shoes to be worn with the Apprentice butler’s set Restrictions: for apprentice butlers only Options: increases Skill proficiency for Skills by 1.2 times(requires full set to be worn) stamina consumption increased by 1.2 times. Apprentice butler’s Belt: Durability 2020 Defence: 2 A belt made for the apprentice butler’s set. Restrictions: for apprentice butlers only Options: increases Skill proficiency for Skills by 1.2 times(requires full set to be worn), stamina consumption increased b 1.2 times After doing the math that increases my Skill level rate by 3.6 with skills involving my hands, 3x for skills without, my Stat gain rate by 2.1 and my stamina consumption by 3.1 times. Then I remembered I haven’t distributed my stats, after levelling up three times yesterday. I invested 5 points into STR and 10 into DEX. Soon after I arrived at the butler training academy, which I will later christen Alcatraz. Why? Because your locked in there for most of the day, and if you try to escape a fate worse than hell awaits you. A fate so horrible that Hell looked like a paradise awaits those who fail. The kusa-baka escaped from the Academy using the false pretense that his master had summoned him, and Rinslet being the kind hearted spoiled girl she is, let him live……….. Then he failed miserably. And we all know what happened to that him~ And that’s how I ended up here. The Butler academy, a nightmarish place where my next door neighbor is a broken, sobbing child. While my neighbor on the right is an equally broken teenager, who’s currently letting out Blood-chilling screams from being punished for blowing up an oven. Now why haven’t I been broken yet? Luck I guess. It all started like this. Klaus brought me into the main hallway and taught me the polishing skill. *You have Learned polishing*- When used on metal and plate armor, has a buffing effect, as well as having a chance to confuse enemies. “Your first task is to polish every statue, every window and every mirror in this mansion. In two hours.” At first I thought he was kidding the butler training academy was in fact an enormous manse , of which can compete with the royal palace on both size and complexity. It made the Laurenfrost manor look as small as a shack by the seaside. (The Laurenfrost Estate itself is huge but the manor is only average sized in Noble standards). Needless to say there were hundreds of thousands of windows both big and small, a few hundred statues, and several millennia of bad luck if I broke all the mirrors. “Klaus you’re kidding right? It’s insane to have to polish all that alone” his only response was to hand me a polishing cloth, and start walking away. “ At first I was just going to ignore the job and just kill time somewhere else, but then I passed by the room Labeled “punishment room” Curios I looked inside and saw another apprentice butler sitting in Seiza(Traditional Japanese way of sitting on your knees) on top of a jagged wooden board, with tall stack Stone slabs on top of his calves *a Japanese form of torture*, while being mercilessly beaten with a large wooden paddle. And then one stone slab fell from the stack. The person beating the apprentice with the paddle stopped hitting him, and then brought over more stone slaps, and doubled the height of the stack. Right then and there I Decided it might be in my best interests to complete the superhuman task assigned to me. Lucky for me I had an advantage that these poor sobs didn’t. In the royal gardens, while I was secretly tasting herbs, I discovered one that gave me stamina than an energy drink. *evil laughs* I ran out in the first five minutes. I’ll just say this right now. 3.1x stamina consumption is brutal. Once stamina runs out, to keep doing actions that require stamina your hp starts taking damage. By some miracle I finished polishing everything within the two hours. During the course of all this, my Dex increased by 6, and my polishing skill already reached intermediate level 2. At this point I’ve collapsed on the ground with 2 Life left, and with the extreme fatigue stats effect, that’s preventing me from moving, and is slowly draining my hp. And finally Klaus comes in and says, “1 hour, 58 minutes and 32 seconds. Not bad “ With great difficulty I spit out the words “damn …you……….Klaus……………….. I’m.....Dying………” With a slight smirk on his face Klaus heals me and gives me a cup of premium grade coffee. “Ultimate Heal!” With my life and stamina completely recovered there was only one thing on my mind(besides revenge) “Klaus you could heal?” “A skill that every butler should learn, It can be used in a variety of different ways as long as you have the innovation to realize that. In a pinch it can also save yours or your master’s life. With that said this is your next task…..” Torture punishment assistance Klaus brought me to the same punishment room that I walked past earlier and taught me the beginner heal skill. This time there was a younger apprentice butler, the one that would later become my next door neighbour. He was sitting in a seiza position while a butler instructor beat him with one of the paddles lying on a stack in the corner. *you have learned elementary heal* - Heals a target by 20 life plus your INT x 1.5 mp cost: 12 And so that’s what I had to do for another 2 hours. During the course of those two hours my basic heal leveled up to 6 and I learned intermediate heal. My INT also increased by 4, my WIS by 1 and my mana by 3. Elementary heal level 6- heals a target by 80 plus your int x 1.7 mp cost:17 Intermediate heal level 1 – Heals a target by 220 plus your int x 4 mp cost: 40 This time Klaus left me with MP recovery herbs, since unlike with stamina, magic skills wont consume hp, except with a few exceptions. After those two hours I asked Klaus “what did he do to deserve being beaten for a full two hours? That instructor was hitting 60% of his life with each hit!” “ He was punished for being unable to polish every floor in the academy.” A chill ran down my spine*if I failed to polish everything would I have been in that punishment room being beaten and healed?* My next task after that was: “you are to reach intermediate level cooking in four hours” “Four hours?!? This time you’re joking right? Everyone knows that production skills like Cooking take forever to train. The restaurants in leaf bud city only have beginner level 8 at best!” “Hahaha, I see you’ve caught on. Yes it was a joke, You are to reach intermediate level 5 in four hours.” I decided it would be best to just shut up. “you’ll have full access to all the ingredients in the Kitchen. Here's a recipe book. With this task, failure results in an extra harsh punishment" "you mean like being beaten and healed over and over again?" "That is only a light penalty" Realizing that my life was in danger, started preparing for this insane command. *It's been a while since I made anything, I'm going to need coffee, lots and lots of coffee* The kitchen was in one word, Huge. there were 8 counters, in the middle of it, each with a sink, frying pan, stove and oven. Along the wall there was an extra large Stove, Oven and this Industrial sized Vat that I didn't know the purpose of. Two hours later Klaus came to check up on how I was doing, I still had half my time left. "Oh hi Klaus what's up?" "What's all this?" He gestured at the mountain of cups on the counter. "This?, its 255,426 cups of coffee, why?" Ha! coffee can easily be made in bulk, only for some reason for every unit of coffee I make it appears in an individual cup. *Thank god they had an industrial size vat * Deciding to show off to Klaus what I've made so far I walk over to a another counter, with a platter so large it took up almost the entire space. "This here is about 850 pieces of assorted sushi, and over there on that counter in the corner, is about 600 croissants." After making the croissants I realized that French food seems to make The cooking skill increase the fastest. "And finally on the counter beside us is 4226 plates of Croque Monsieur" It may sound fancy, but in reality it's just French style Grilled cheese sandwiches with ham. Taking a quick glance at the top plate in the pile of Croque Monsieur Klaus pointed out "You've reached intermediate level 9 haven't you? " "How the hell did you guess that?" "A master Butler should be able to do such things" Klaus Left the room and then came back in holding a crate of escargots. "Make all these into Escargot à la Bourguignonne and you can go. Ojou-sama will be arriving in half an hour to pick you up." *what am I a child at day-care?.........is what I would've normally said, but she's liberating me from this hell. Huzzah~!* 29 minutes later. -Your cooking skill has reached level 10, intermediate (no its not lvl 10 intermediate its lvl 10 beginner that became intermediate, this was how OSS wrote it). You can now cook a greater variety of entrées, and while satiated, various abilities are raised depending on the type of entrée and the ingredients used. (example: Drake's egg, various herbs) All stats have increased by 5 Your fame has increased by 10 You have learned craft skill: wine brewing. Your affinity with earth has increased by 30. Earth based magic resistance has increased by 20%. Fire and water based magic resistance has increased by 10%. I've never been so happy to see anyone in my life, as Rinslet's platinum blonde hair moved past the kitchen doors. "Sebastian you are to accompany me for my afternoon tea!" *damn looks like I'm stuck with Sebastian* *********************************************************************************** Arriving at the royal gardens, we discover something different with the usual scenery. At the table.................. my bread was still there.........................being eaten by the Rappy. At that moment Rinslet let out a cute sound and ordered me Capture it. "How adorable~! Sebastian you are to capture that this instant!" Hearing Rinslet's voice the rappy turned around, saw us, and ran off through the bushes. I followed after it but couldn't even find a trace if it after that. "I....... it got away................." Hiding her disappointment she said " It can't be helped" I picked up the healf eaten bread on the table and put it away. At that moment, another girl called out from behind us "RInslet!~" Turning around, I'm fairly certain that was the princess of the Forgotten sound kingdom, with her butler. Forgetting about the Rappy, Rinslet started chatting with the princess. Her butler focused his attention on me. "Greetings I am Rembrandt, you are Rinslet's new butler I take it?" "Against my will? yes." "Ah in that case, Klaus would be the one teaching you at the academy correct? Tell me what do you think of him?" "He's a slave driving, torture master, who reads minds on the side, wearing a fancy swallow-tailed suit." Laughing softly at my response, he explained. "Klaus is much more than he seems, he's the only master class butler this kingdom has seen in four hundred years. Master class butlers are on par with legendary adventurers, and are what all butlers aspire to. You are fortunate to be under his tutelage. " "So he's kind of an amazing person." "Between the countless assassins he's captured, and all the work he does for this kingdom behind the scenes, It'd be safe to assume that without him forgotten sound would have fallen long ago. Ah, my apologies you must be on break from the academy. You can leave your Ojou-sama and the princess in my care, while I can't compare to Klaus, I am an expert class butler." Thanking Rembrandt I go to my spot under the tree, while Rembrandt was led away by Rinslet and the princess. I take a well deserved nap. Only to be woken up to a mysterious sound. "chweeep?" It was the Rappy, walking around the table as if looking for something. I pulled out the half eaten bread and offered it to the rappy. Scared, it took a few steps back. Determined, I took a few steps forward , put the bread down, and walked back to my spot by the tree. Only then did the Rappy come forward to eat the bread. I pulled out another piece of rye bread from my inventory and murmured to it. "That bread was left out overnight, so it's probably stale, here's a fresh loaf" *who am I kidding, these loaves were baked to last for months, that piece could've probably been left out for another two weeks and still be as fresh as the one in my hand* Tentatively It walked forward and took the bread out of my hand, but it didn't run away. I took the chance to pet it's head and a system message popped up. -You have discovered a species of large flightless bird, around Leaf bud city. What will you name it?- I was tempted to choose Chocobo, but in the end I selected Rappy. -Your fame has increased by 20- -This Rappy seems fond of you, will you try to tame it?- instantaneously I selected yes. -Taming successful- Please name your new pet. After some internal debate, I decide to name the Rappy Charles. However I wasn't able to fully savor the moment, because at that instant a large explosion occurred followed by the screams of two girls. Fully convinced they were RInslet and the princess's screams, I rushed over, with Charles following from behind, to find a crater in the front gates of the castle, and Rembrant lying Bloodied on the ground. With haggard breaths, Rembrandt pleaded. "Her highness and......your ojou........were kidnapped.......please............save.......them......" And collapsed. -You've been offered a quest- Rinslet and the princess have been kidnapped by an unknown person. Rembrandt has been Incapacitated and will be unable to assist in the rescue. You are to Co-operate with the royal knights and Klaus to discover the identity of the kidnapper(s) and rescue Rinslet and the princess. You cannot refuse. Quest Difficulty: Level D *Warning: Failure results in enimity with the royal family, Expulsion from the Butler academy, and possibly being branded a fugitive. Rewards: Varies based on the results. A level D quest?!? For a Level 4 this would definitely be impossible, and the Kidnapper was able to easily defeat Rembrandt a level 176 Butler. And if I fail I might become a fugitive of the Forgotten sound? Today is really, not my day.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://picosong.com/Fqhb/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 1.7em;">INTRO SONG: Kono Sekai e Moeru</span></a></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk285/black_ferrus/Blut%20und%20Eisen/Intro12_zps34cb1304.jpg" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fi283.photobucket.com%2falbums%2fkk285...cb1304.jpg"></div> <br> <br> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;">*********************************************************************************************</div> <br> <br>"Advance!", Gerhard commanded as the entire 55 strong men line of infantry straggled forward, totally out of step and spaced far too close together to effectively wield their swords. <br> <br>It has already been 2 hours since Gerhard decided to begin his punitive force training and was given 6 squads of a total of 66 men, basically half the garrison tasked with defending this entire region. The six survivors were promoted to Denarion due to their increased experience level to which Gerhard promptly issued them with squads of their own, the garrison having suffered crippling losses of officers since the beginning of the raiding season. As the line advanced, a squad situated behind it kept a constant rain of arrows pelting down, containing only the best marksmen who ran forwards after the line was too far ahead to be supported to which they would begin firing again. <br> <br>To the side, Gerhard stood resplendent in his new uniform of the Rosenheim army, a red tunic with white trim reaching down towards his knees over which a new silver breastplate contained an outline of a small rose etched in gold situated over the heart, the colour for an officer whilst bronze were for the regular troops. However, the main difference between his armour and that of other officers is that an eagle was grasping the stalk of the rose, the personal heraldry of Sir Ernst Rommer and although feeling a tad uncomfortable under the weight of the new equipment, Gerhard maintained a stoic look as he drilled the men, making mental notes on what needs to be done to correct and bring the force into fighting efficiency. Although this form of fighting wasn't his specialty, he did take Classical Military History lessons from his time at the <span style="font-style: italic;">Hauptkadettenanstalt</span> &lt;Main Military Academy&gt; seriously and understood such methods of warfare. It didn’t mean however that it was translating into any practical usefulness at this moment. <br> <br>He wasn't the only one taking notes as Lydia watched him from an inconspicuous distance, completely intrigued by the man that seemed to defy what it meant to be a player in Royal Road. She had never met someone who treated NPCs like real human beings and the almost archaic gentlemanly act he conveys to every person he meets… felt like it was completely natural for him. Like he was born to it. If it was a real role-player there would be mistakes from time to time in the acting of such an out of fashion character, like occasionally computer slang interspersed with their speech without thought but Gerhard was the epitome of a noble gentlemen. To which it meant to Lydia only one thing. He is rich in real life. I am sorry readers but that is just the way she is… please forgive her materialistic attitude. <br> <br>After calling a halt to the formation training, Gerhard then proceeded to have the squads practice fighting in close quarters combat in small rooms, running through doorways and judging distance in an enclosed space. Although this was not raising their levels as truthfully… Gerhard didn't even know what it meant, it was instilling in them the necessary instincts to survive in such situations, as well as providing them clear directions on what to do if they were separated from the force. He was subconsciously teaching them the initiative and adaptability soldiers were required to exhibit from the German way of war… <br> <br>Nevertheless, he called a halt to the proceedings and after speaking to the quartermaster for a few minutes, decided to disappear into town with Lydia following close at his heels. <br> <br>"So what are we doing now? Going to hunt more mobs?", she asked with glee. <br> <br>"Hmm? No no, I am looking for some young boys" <br> <br>"Eh…EHHHHHHHHH!?? YOU YOU YOU ARE INTO <span style="font-style: italic;">SHOTA</span>&lt;boy love&gt;?!!" <br> <br>"? Shota? I never heard of that before but I need some drummers who are small enough to not present a target for the enemy" <br> <br>"Oooooh, phew thank goodness", Lydia exhaled in relief before she continued, "But why do you need drummers?" <br> <br>Gerhard didn't seem to be listening as he was humming a strange tune to himself, tapping his leg with his finger as he walked until he reached an old run down building, grass and weeds breaking through the surface of the old footpaths. There was a young woman busy hanging the laundry around the side of the building to which Gerhard called, "Good afternoon <span style="font-style: italic;">Fräulein </span>&lt;Madam&gt;. I take it this is the orphanage?" <br> <br>The NPC turned towards him and nodded woodenly, to which Gerhard felt that something was wrong. And then it was when he finally noticed it… there was no sound of laughter or playing normally associated with children and he strode quickly to the woman, before he asked gently, "What happened?" <br> <br>The poor girl turned out to be a mute but she pointed towards the forest that was outside the walls and also pointed towards her basket as she began to weep. Gerhard understood it that they went out into the forest to gather fruit or something similar to which a quest bubble appeared in front of him to confirm it. <br> <br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tring!</span> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>The Lost Boys <br> <br>The children of the orphanage went out to gather mushrooms for dinner yesterday and have yet to return. The guards are unwilling to venture out into the forest because of continuous heavy losses patrolling that section of the woods. Find them, and bring them home. <br> <br>Difficulty Level: D <br> <br>Quest Reward: Unknown</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br> <br>Without a hint of hesitation, Gerhard responded, "I accept, madam. I will return them safely to you… although I may need to borrow some of them", he averted his eyes slightly as he said that. <br> <br>"Eh? We are actually going to do it? But the quest rewards..", Lydia looked at the condition of the building and the ragged clothes of the NPC before she continued onwards, "..will probably be not worth it. You might only get a few copper coins even, if it is a level D quest" <br> <br>"…." <br> <br>"What? What did I say?" <br> <br>"You seem to be mistaken about something. I have never done what I do to be rewarded or recognised. I do them because someone must. It may be meaningless to others…incomprehensible even… but someone is crying for help in front of me..and I will NEVER, ever be stopped from helping them... again", Gerhard said with a distant look in his eyes, as if he was mentally somewhere else. <br> <br>Lydia was about to say something but she saw a look of pain that briefly flickered over his face before it became the usual graceful and composed appearance that seemed to signify who he was most of the time. She decided to take note of this moment before she realised that he had already wandered ahead towards the village gate as she ran after him shouting, "WAIT FOR ME!" <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;">*********************************************************************************************</div> <br> <br>In a small clearing in the forest, at least thirty human bandits were laughing as one of their prisoners; a boy barely ten years old was being kicked in the stomach whilst trying to perform an outrageous request of not making any sound… or one of his friends would lose a finger. The bandits soon escalated this by taking a knife and slowly pressing the point down into the boy's thigh until it pierced the skin… and went further in. All he could do was press his lips tightly shut together, his teeth biting down so hard on his upper lips that blood started to trickle down from it, as he tried to hold down the scream that was threatening to escape his throat. That was until he heard a commotion going on at the back of the group, before it turned into yells of alarm as the boy lifted open his eyes to see a scene of intense fighting whirling its way towards him. <br> <br>A tall man was hacking his way through the men like they were nothing but wheat, every chop and swing of his axe tearing a life away in wild abandon. One of the bandits ran towards the warrior from a blind spot, only to have his spear haft grasped tightly by a handgrip as strong as an iron vice and pulled towards the backhand swing of his double headed axe. Blood gush forth like a fountain from where the bandit's head use to be, the men shouting in panic whilst the children screamed in terror. All the boy could do was watch this, tired beyond belief as he lay there with head turned to the side and he smiled thinking, '<span style="font-style: italic;">we are saved! Finally..</span>' <br> <br>The bandits were starting to lose discipline as their numbers rapidly dwindled, another combine attack of 3 spearmen saw a single whirl of the warrior's battleaxe cutting all the spearheads off before he picked up one of the now unarmed bandits with a single hand and swung him into the other two. As they crumpled to the ground, he then took a running leap and landed feet first on their prone bodies, a shockwave rippling out from under their now deceased corpses like an earthquake. Seeing this, the courage of the bandits failed and only 7 remained to flee in all directions, leaving behind their prisoners and all their equipment. <br> <br>The boy raised his head to see the giant slowly approaching him, kicking aside the dead bodies of the bandits like it was nothing but meat. The man stood before him and the boy weakly said, "Thank you for savi-…", the gratitude froze on his lips as the red armoured giant lifted his axe up high and began to swing it down. <br>The world seemed to travel in slow motion as the young child realised that he was going to die, that he will no longer be able to have fun with his friends again, play his lute, eat the muffins Sister Angelica makes every Saturday afternoon… it was over. All he did was closed his eyes peacefully and accepted that death had come for him. That was until he was jolted aside and rolled around the ground in the arms of some man, causing him to open his eyes wildly in shock. Before him, with the boy's body cradled in the man's arms like an infant was a beautiful man who was gazing down at him with strong warm eyes. <br> <br>"Don’t accept death so easily, little one. You are too young to act like an old man", the angel smiled. <br> <br>All the boy did was nodded shyly as he was brought to a woman standing by the edge of the clearing, huffing and puffing as she complained, "Gerhard, please tell me before you decide to go running off following the claims of some mad bandit we happened to run into…oh… THERE, THERE, THERE HE IS! THE RED WARRIOR!" <br> <br>Gerhard ignored her as he commanded, "Lydia. Take the children away and run. NOW!", as he made sure she carefully took the boy into her arms. <br> <br>"BUT, BUT, don’t you know who that is?!! THAT is Eric the Red! A walking natural disaster! He is known infamously for making it seem like a monsoon of blood has arrived in any region he has travelled through! A SUPER infamous player killer on the continent where thousands have died by his hand! He must be level 300 or more by now!!" <br> <br>"…It doesn’t matter. I don't think he will let us leave here without a fight", he glanced over his shoulder as the man strode almost casually towards them but in truth, Gerhard can see the giant's movement were tensed, like a spring loaded ready to uncoil and launch at them. <br> <br>"So run Lydia. I will try to hold him off", turning his back to her he then strode towards his foe with determination. <br> <br>Lydia just looked at him in astonishment before finally taking heed of his words and ran back towards the way they came, making sure the children were trailing after her. <br> <br>"Will the angel be alright?", the boy asked in worry which surprised Lydia who glanced down at the NPC. <br> <br>An NPC worried about a human… it can't be possible however she replied anyway, "Don't worry, if any not so sane man can pull off some sort of miracle… perhaps he could", although privately she knew that the difference in levels was going to see him dead one way or another. <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;">*********************************************************************************************</div> <br> <br>Gerhard rolled his shoulders to stretch the muscles before tilting his head from side to side as though readying for a fencing match however he knew that there would be no peaceful resolution unless it ended in the peace of death. Already he knew from the aura exuding from his foe that the giant was a formidable warrior, the gaze from that full faced Sutton style helm showing no hint of emotion as he strode towards Gerhard with increasingly longer strides to shorten the distance. The air seemed to filled with blood lust and Gerhard dodged to the side, the tree behind him exploding into tinder as the axe cleaved right through it. <br> <br>"!!!" <br> <br>If it wasn't for his instincts, he would have been dead by now. The speed of the swing, the pure unrivalled power behind it… Gerhard knew just one strike could end him instantly as he danced agilely around the warrior attempting to strike at a blind spot. With a speed that belied the size of his body, the giant sidestepped Gerhard's sword thrust before spinning around bringing his axe in an arc towards Gerhard's midsection. <br> <br>Gerhard tucked his knees towards his chest and rolled forwards, the axe blade whistling perilously close past his blonde head as he righted himself up and spun to face Eric, only to have a powerful kick connecting into his abdomen. Gerhard spewed blood as his HP was shaved by a quarter, hurled backwards by the force and into some thorny bushes, almost having the stunned debuff flashing in the corner of his eye. He rolled quickly aside as the giant stomped into the ground where Gerhard used to be but he was still caught in the shockwave and flung aside rolling roughly along the clearing's ground. <br> <br>Slowly he staggered to his feet with his sword held at the ready however his mind was rattled and before he knew it images of a different war began to flash all around him, the air smelt like ashes, the sky was burning, the woods was filled with screeching and terror with the distant *clank* *clank* of tank tracks crushing trees as they rumbled towards him. In the background he can see his family home burning… the body of his father nailed spread eagle on their family's large main door with bayonets whilst through a window in an upper floor he can see his mother and sister running, being chased by Russians as the women spun around and fired old hunting rifles at them. Suddenly his mother and sister pitched backwards violently as the sound of rapid firing machine guns echoed out from his home. <br> <br>"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!", Gerhard roared as he charged towards Eric who halted almost in surprise. <br> <br>To Gerhard, Eric was just a Russian commissar smiling and laughing as he strode out of the von Natzmer's home with a pipe in his mouth… his father's pipe that that bastard was smoking with. Gerhard snarled as he closed the distance to the giant in almost an instant before cracking the underside of Eric's jaw with his forehead. It only lightly stunned him however Gerhard hadn’t finished, slamming the tip of his sword through the top of Eric's boot and rooting him to the ground. <br> <br>For his efforts, Gerhard was backhanded in the face with the full force of Eric's 300+ level, knocking him sailing through the air before crashing into the bandits cooking fires, overturning the boiling stew in the process and finally crushing a tent. Lying there, HP close to nothing, Gerhard gazed up into the sky and realised what a foolish mistake he had made before chuckling bloodily to himself, the red liquid pouring from his lips. <br> <br>'<span style="font-style: italic;">Haaaa, it feels like a long time coming</span>', Gerhard thought to himself as he reached with a trembling hand towards the sky, the image of him and his wife from happier times appearing before his eyes. <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk285/black_ferrus/Blut%20und%20Eisen/Togetheragain_zpsab5d7b15.jpg" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fi283.photobucket.com%2falbums%2fkk285...5d7b15.jpg"></div> <br> <br>"<span style="font-style: italic;">Ich komme nach Hause</span>" &lt;I am coming home&gt;, He muttered. <br> <br>However, Eric heard those German words and stilled, axe poised to do the finishing blow as Gerhard turned his head towards him, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Kamerad</span> &lt;comrade&gt;, please make it quick", he requested. <br> <br>But to Gerhard's surprise the giant uttered, "Ka.. kamerad…", before he disappeared suddenly from his eyes like a scene from a log-out sequence. <br> <br>'<span style="font-style: italic;">What happened</span>?', he thought as he slowly blacked out, only to see Lydia running out of the bushes towards him as darkness enveloped him. <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;">*********************************************************************************************</div> <br> <br>Eric opened his eyes as the nurse leaned over him, slowly wiping his body with a wet clothe as he was brought back into the real world for his daily sustenance. He stared coldly at the woman, the look frightening the nurse but nevertheless she persevered with her duty whilst another nurse spoon fed him. Eric could only take in the food reluctantly as he had no choice, paralysed from the neck down as he was. If one were to zoom out and take in the whole scene, it would be immediately apparent that Eric was located in a hospital, a military one at that since the doctors and nurses had uniforms under their gowns or coats. <br> <br>"How is he?", a doctor asked. <br> <br>"Stubborn as usual", the nurse commented, "but nothing we can't handle". <br> <br>"Ok, tell me if he needs to be sedated again. Or you can just log him back into Royal Road", the doctor suggested as he looked through the files of his next patient. <br> <br>As the nurses moved on to the next patient, Eric could hear them whispering. <br> <br>"Its too bad that happened to him" <br> <br>"Yes, Afghanistan has taken a major toll on us" <br> <br>"But still… why is he so withdrawn like that?" <br> <br>"…he is the only survivor of his squad.." <br> <br>Eric tried to drown their gossiping out but found that only tears of rage were racing down his cheeks, totally helpless and unable to wipe them away since he was wounded all those years ago in that dusty god forsaken place. Only his rage sustains him now… but THAT man… felt so similar that it struck some sort of discord in his heart. All Eric knew was that the next time he met him…. He would kill him. <br> <br> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;">*********************************************************************************************</div> <br> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://picosong.com/FqFE/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 1.7em;">Ending Song: Gentle Light</span></a></div> <br> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk285/black_ferrus/Blut%20und%20Eisen/Ending_zpsbc81b361.jpg" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fi283.photobucket.com%2falbums%2fkk285...81b361.jpg"></div> </div>

[INTRO SONG: Kono Sekai e Moeru](http://picosong.com/Fqhb/)  ********************************************************************************************* "Advance!", Gerhard commanded as the entire 55 strong men line of infantry straggled forward, totally out of step and spaced far too close together to effectively wield their swords. It has already been 2 hours since Gerhard decided to begin his punitive force training and was given 6 squads of a total of 66 men, basically half the garrison tasked with defending this entire region. The six survivors were promoted to Denarion due to their increased experience level to which Gerhard promptly issued them with squads of their own, the garrison having suffered crippling losses of officers since the beginning of the raiding season. As the line advanced, a squad situated behind it kept a constant rain of arrows pelting down, containing only the best marksmen who ran forwards after the line was too far ahead to be supported to which they would begin firing again. To the side, Gerhard stood resplendent in his new uniform of the Rosenheim army, a red tunic with white trim reaching down towards his knees over which a new silver breastplate contained an outline of a small rose etched in gold situated over the heart, the colour for an officer whilst bronze were for the regular troops. However, the main difference between his armour and that of other officers is that an eagle was grasping the stalk of the rose, the personal heraldry of Sir Ernst Rommer and although feeling a tad uncomfortable under the weight of the new equipment, Gerhard maintained a stoic look as he drilled the men, making mental notes on what needs to be done to correct and bring the force into fighting efficiency. Although this form of fighting wasn't his specialty, he did take Classical Military History lessons from his time at the Hauptkadettenanstalt <Main Military Academy> seriously and understood such methods of warfare. It didn’t mean however that it was translating into any practical usefulness at this moment. He wasn't the only one taking notes as Lydia watched him from an inconspicuous distance, completely intrigued by the man that seemed to defy what it meant to be a player in Royal Road. She had never met someone who treated NPCs like real human beings and the almost archaic gentlemanly act he conveys to every person he meets… felt like it was completely natural for him. Like he was born to it. If it was a real role-player there would be mistakes from time to time in the acting of such an out of fashion character, like occasionally computer slang interspersed with their speech without thought but Gerhard was the epitome of a noble gentlemen. To which it meant to Lydia only one thing. He is rich in real life. I am sorry readers but that is just the way she is… please forgive her materialistic attitude. After calling a halt to the formation training, Gerhard then proceeded to have the squads practice fighting in close quarters combat in small rooms, running through doorways and judging distance in an enclosed space. Although this was not raising their levels as truthfully… Gerhard didn't even know what it meant, it was instilling in them the necessary instincts to survive in such situations, as well as providing them clear directions on what to do if they were separated from the force. He was subconsciously teaching them the initiative and adaptability soldiers were required to exhibit from the German way of war… Nevertheless, he called a halt to the proceedings and after speaking to the quartermaster for a few minutes, decided to disappear into town with Lydia following close at his heels. "So what are we doing now? Going to hunt more mobs?", she asked with glee. "Hmm? No no, I am looking for some young boys" "Eh…EHHHHHHHHH!?? YOU YOU YOU ARE INTO SHOTA<boy love>?!!" "? Shota? I never heard of that before but I need some drummers who are small enough to not present a target for the enemy" "Oooooh, phew thank goodness", Lydia exhaled in relief before she continued, "But why do you need drummers?" Gerhard didn't seem to be listening as he was humming a strange tune to himself, tapping his leg with his finger as he walked until he reached an old run down building, grass and weeds breaking through the surface of the old footpaths. There was a young woman busy hanging the laundry around the side of the building to which Gerhard called, "Good afternoon Fräulein <Madam>. I take it this is the orphanage?" The NPC turned towards him and nodded woodenly, to which Gerhard felt that something was wrong. And then it was when he finally noticed it… there was no sound of laughter or playing normally associated with children and he strode quickly to the woman, before he asked gently, "What happened?" The poor girl turned out to be a mute but she pointed towards the forest that was outside the walls and also pointed towards her basket as she began to weep. Gerhard understood it that they went out into the forest to gather fruit or something similar to which a quest bubble appeared in front of him to confirm it. Tring! | The Lost Boys The children of the orphanage went out to gather mushrooms for dinner yesterday and have yet to return. The guards are unwilling to venture out into the forest because of continuous heavy losses patrolling that section of the woods. Find them, and bring them home. Difficulty Level: D Quest Reward: Unknown | | --- | Without a hint of hesitation, Gerhard responded, "I accept, madam. I will return them safely to you… although I may need to borrow some of them", he averted his eyes slightly as he said that. "Eh? We are actually going to do it? But the quest rewards..", Lydia looked at the condition of the building and the ragged clothes of the NPC before she continued onwards, "..will probably be not worth it. You might only get a few copper coins even, if it is a level D quest" "…." "What? What did I say?" "You seem to be mistaken about something. I have never done what I do to be rewarded or recognised. I do them because someone must. It may be meaningless to others…incomprehensible even… but someone is crying for help in front of me..and I will NEVER, ever be stopped from helping them... again", Gerhard said with a distant look in his eyes, as if he was mentally somewhere else. Lydia was about to say something but she saw a look of pain that briefly flickered over his face before it became the usual graceful and composed appearance that seemed to signify who he was most of the time. She decided to take note of this moment before she realised that he had already wandered ahead towards the village gate as she ran after him shouting, "WAIT FOR ME!" ********************************************************************************************* In a small clearing in the forest, at least thirty human bandits were laughing as one of their prisoners; a boy barely ten years old was being kicked in the stomach whilst trying to perform an outrageous request of not making any sound… or one of his friends would lose a finger. The bandits soon escalated this by taking a knife and slowly pressing the point down into the boy's thigh until it pierced the skin… and went further in. All he could do was press his lips tightly shut together, his teeth biting down so hard on his upper lips that blood started to trickle down from it, as he tried to hold down the scream that was threatening to escape his throat. That was until he heard a commotion going on at the back of the group, before it turned into yells of alarm as the boy lifted open his eyes to see a scene of intense fighting whirling its way towards him. A tall man was hacking his way through the men like they were nothing but wheat, every chop and swing of his axe tearing a life away in wild abandon. One of the bandits ran towards the warrior from a blind spot, only to have his spear haft grasped tightly by a handgrip as strong as an iron vice and pulled towards the backhand swing of his double headed axe. Blood gush forth like a fountain from where the bandit's head use to be, the men shouting in panic whilst the children screamed in terror. All the boy could do was watch this, tired beyond belief as he lay there with head turned to the side and he smiled thinking, 'we are saved! Finally..' The bandits were starting to lose discipline as their numbers rapidly dwindled, another combine attack of 3 spearmen saw a single whirl of the warrior's battleaxe cutting all the spearheads off before he picked up one of the now unarmed bandits with a single hand and swung him into the other two. As they crumpled to the ground, he then took a running leap and landed feet first on their prone bodies, a shockwave rippling out from under their now deceased corpses like an earthquake. Seeing this, the courage of the bandits failed and only 7 remained to flee in all directions, leaving behind their prisoners and all their equipment. The boy raised his head to see the giant slowly approaching him, kicking aside the dead bodies of the bandits like it was nothing but meat. The man stood before him and the boy weakly said, "Thank you for savi-…", the gratitude froze on his lips as the red armoured giant lifted his axe up high and began to swing it down. The world seemed to travel in slow motion as the young child realised that he was going to die, that he will no longer be able to have fun with his friends again, play his lute, eat the muffins Sister Angelica makes every Saturday afternoon… it was over. All he did was closed his eyes peacefully and accepted that death had come for him. That was until he was jolted aside and rolled around the ground in the arms of some man, causing him to open his eyes wildly in shock. Before him, with the boy's body cradled in the man's arms like an infant was a beautiful man who was gazing down at him with strong warm eyes. "Don’t accept death so easily, little one. You are too young to act like an old man", the angel smiled. All the boy did was nodded shyly as he was brought to a woman standing by the edge of the clearing, huffing and puffing as she complained, "Gerhard, please tell me before you decide to go running off following the claims of some mad bandit we happened to run into…oh… THERE, THERE, THERE HE IS! THE RED WARRIOR!" Gerhard ignored her as he commanded, "Lydia. Take the children away and run. NOW!", as he made sure she carefully took the boy into her arms. "BUT, BUT, don’t you know who that is?!! THAT is Eric the Red! A walking natural disaster! He is known infamously for making it seem like a monsoon of blood has arrived in any region he has travelled through! A SUPER infamous player killer on the continent where thousands have died by his hand! He must be level 300 or more by now!!" "…It doesn’t matter. I don't think he will let us leave here without a fight", he glanced over his shoulder as the man strode almost casually towards them but in truth, Gerhard can see the giant's movement were tensed, like a spring loaded ready to uncoil and launch at them. "So run Lydia. I will try to hold him off", turning his back to her he then strode towards his foe with determination. Lydia just looked at him in astonishment before finally taking heed of his words and ran back towards the way they came, making sure the children were trailing after her. "Will the angel be alright?", the boy asked in worry which surprised Lydia who glanced down at the NPC. An NPC worried about a human… it can't be possible however she replied anyway, "Don't worry, if any not so sane man can pull off some sort of miracle… perhaps he could", although privately she knew that the difference in levels was going to see him dead one way or another. ********************************************************************************************* Gerhard rolled his shoulders to stretch the muscles before tilting his head from side to side as though readying for a fencing match however he knew that there would be no peaceful resolution unless it ended in the peace of death. Already he knew from the aura exuding from his foe that the giant was a formidable warrior, the gaze from that full faced Sutton style helm showing no hint of emotion as he strode towards Gerhard with increasingly longer strides to shorten the distance. The air seemed to filled with blood lust and Gerhard dodged to the side, the tree behind him exploding into tinder as the axe cleaved right through it. "!!!" If it wasn't for his instincts, he would have been dead by now. The speed of the swing, the pure unrivalled power behind it… Gerhard knew just one strike could end him instantly as he danced agilely around the warrior attempting to strike at a blind spot. With a speed that belied the size of his body, the giant sidestepped Gerhard's sword thrust before spinning around bringing his axe in an arc towards Gerhard's midsection. Gerhard tucked his knees towards his chest and rolled forwards, the axe blade whistling perilously close past his blonde head as he righted himself up and spun to face Eric, only to have a powerful kick connecting into his abdomen. Gerhard spewed blood as his HP was shaved by a quarter, hurled backwards by the force and into some thorny bushes, almost having the stunned debuff flashing in the corner of his eye. He rolled quickly aside as the giant stomped into the ground where Gerhard used to be but he was still caught in the shockwave and flung aside rolling roughly along the clearing's ground. Slowly he staggered to his feet with his sword held at the ready however his mind was rattled and before he knew it images of a different war began to flash all around him, the air smelt like ashes, the sky was burning, the woods was filled with screeching and terror with the distant *clank* *clank* of tank tracks crushing trees as they rumbled towards him. In the background he can see his family home burning… the body of his father nailed spread eagle on their family's large main door with bayonets whilst through a window in an upper floor he can see his mother and sister running, being chased by Russians as the women spun around and fired old hunting rifles at them. Suddenly his mother and sister pitched backwards violently as the sound of rapid firing machine guns echoed out from his home. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!", Gerhard roared as he charged towards Eric who halted almost in surprise. To Gerhard, Eric was just a Russian commissar smiling and laughing as he strode out of the von Natzmer's home with a pipe in his mouth… his father's pipe that that bastard was smoking with. Gerhard snarled as he closed the distance to the giant in almost an instant before cracking the underside of Eric's jaw with his forehead. It only lightly stunned him however Gerhard hadn’t finished, slamming the tip of his sword through the top of Eric's boot and rooting him to the ground. For his efforts, Gerhard was backhanded in the face with the full force of Eric's 300+ level, knocking him sailing through the air before crashing into the bandits cooking fires, overturning the boiling stew in the process and finally crushing a tent. Lying there, HP close to nothing, Gerhard gazed up into the sky and realised what a foolish mistake he had made before chuckling bloodily to himself, the red liquid pouring from his lips. 'Haaaa, it feels like a long time coming', Gerhard thought to himself as he reached with a trembling hand towards the sky, the image of him and his wife from happier times appearing before his eyes.  "Ich komme nach Hause" <I am coming home>, He muttered. However, Eric heard those German words and stilled, axe poised to do the finishing blow as Gerhard turned his head towards him, "Kamerad <comrade>, please make it quick", he requested. But to Gerhard's surprise the giant uttered, "Ka.. kamerad…", before he disappeared suddenly from his eyes like a scene from a log-out sequence. 'What happened?', he thought as he slowly blacked out, only to see Lydia running out of the bushes towards him as darkness enveloped him. ********************************************************************************************* Eric opened his eyes as the nurse leaned over him, slowly wiping his body with a wet clothe as he was brought back into the real world for his daily sustenance. He stared coldly at the woman, the look frightening the nurse but nevertheless she persevered with her duty whilst another nurse spoon fed him. Eric could only take in the food reluctantly as he had no choice, paralysed from the neck down as he was. If one were to zoom out and take in the whole scene, it would be immediately apparent that Eric was located in a hospital, a military one at that since the doctors and nurses had uniforms under their gowns or coats. "How is he?", a doctor asked. "Stubborn as usual", the nurse commented, "but nothing we can't handle". "Ok, tell me if he needs to be sedated again. Or you can just log him back into Royal Road", the doctor suggested as he looked through the files of his next patient. As the nurses moved on to the next patient, Eric could hear them whispering. "Its too bad that happened to him" "Yes, Afghanistan has taken a major toll on us" "But still… why is he so withdrawn like that?" "…he is the only survivor of his squad.." Eric tried to drown their gossiping out but found that only tears of rage were racing down his cheeks, totally helpless and unable to wipe them away since he was wounded all those years ago in that dusty god forsaken place. Only his rage sustains him now… but THAT man… felt so similar that it struck some sort of discord in his heart. All Eric knew was that the next time he met him…. He would kill him. ********************************************************************************************* [Ending Song: Gentle Light](http://picosong.com/FqFE/) 

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><span style="color: #BF0040;">Disclaimer</span> <br> <br>The Drawings and Audio works from this chapter and hereafter are taken without permission. All credit for the drawings should go to their creators (eg; not me) who are... Mysterious Masked Interweb People! Or the MMIP for short! Actually I haven't the foggiest who they are but the MMIP are cool!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://picosong.com/Fqhb/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 1.7em;">INTRO SONG: Kono Sekai e Moeru</span></a></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk285/black_ferrus/Blut%20und%20Eisen/Intro12_zps34cb1304.jpg" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fi283.photobucket.com%2falbums%2fkk285...cb1304.jpg"></div> <br> <br> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;">*********************************************************************************************</div> <br> <br>Gerhard flexed his fingers, marvelling at the realistic vitality and movement displayed before his eyes when he realised with a start that he had perfect vision, double checking to make sure he wasn't wearing the glasses his wife had bought for him years ago. All the aches and pains, the old wounds of his long life no longer existed and for the first time in many years Gerhard started laughing, his deep rich voice riding over the ambient noise of the market square and surprising passing onlookers and shop owners alike whether they were players or NPCs. <br> <br>Finally noticing that he was making an embarrassing scene, Gerhard shut up immediately and began walking down the busy street promptly, blissfully ignoring his surroundings as the feeling of movement, of the impact being transferred from feet hitting pavement to the vibration his knees felt, brought such a wide happy grin on his face that if one were to look at him, the impression given off would have been that of a village idiot. However Gerhard didn't mind, it has been 40 years since he could move freely like this, perhaps 70 years to feel like his strides were once those of a conqueror. Gerhard von Natzmer's appearance was that of a man in his mid twenties, and you couldn’t tell from his crystal clear blue eyes or almost platinum blond hair, that he was actually a man in his late 90's, his real life emaciated body often confined him to a bed like a pseudo prisoner. <br> <br>But for now, all such thoughts has fled his mind as he wandered aimlessly across the Citadel of Serabourg, humming an old tune his father use to sing drunkenly with his friends until such time had passed that the sun was starting to sit low on the horizon. Finally, Gerhard noted that the area he was in looked to be a bit run down, the transition of a rich vibrant city to something like darkish unwelcomed suburbs was so smooth that even he was taken by surprise at his lack of awareness. With reawakening instincts honed decades ago, Gerhard somehow felt that something was about to happen and his expectations were not disappointed as a scream pierced the now lonely streets, follow by the sound of sobbing as a girl child ran up to him. <br> <br>Without even waiting for what she was about to say, Gerhard had already deduced what was happening and ran towards the direction she had came from, a condition reflex from all the decades he had served in the police force prompting him to act without thinking, 'to save what must be saved', a creed that is chiselled upon his old failing heart. Something akin to adrenaline flowed through his limbs, his mind becoming focused allowing him to almost view the whole world through tunnel vision except for the fact he was completely aware of every single movement, from the birds gazing down upon him without any interest to the scurrying of rats disappearing into dark alleys. Gerhard immediately came upon a scene almost classical in his old line of work, 3 thugs surrounding a poor young woman who lay on the floor in a comatose fashion which caused Gerhard's soul to ignite in fury. <br> <br>"<span style="font-style: italic;">Du Hurensohn!</span>"&lt;You son of a bitch!&gt;, Gerhard roared as he charged forward armed with nothing but his fists and the clothes on his back, at what were obviously higher level mobs equipped with swords and leather armour. <br> <br>His unforeseeable actions obviously startled the thugs who looked at him agape as Gerhard's fist lashed out at the first of his target, connecting squarely at the throat which caused the thug to fall heavily backward upon the stone street stunned, dropping his long sword in the process. The other two immediately woke from their stupor, and without a word spoken flanked both sides of him and began their rough swordplay. For a man who was unarmed, Gerhard moved fluidly and confidently although with 2 vs 1 and the fact that Gerhard was still unused to having such a young body again; wounds were beginning to flash across his body in multiple locations. Not caring that the bar indicating his HP was dropping steadily by the strikes, Gerhard ducked and weaved, using his hands to shift the edge of the blades away from his vital points, ignoring the pain as his hands bled profusely. Suddenly, Gerhard redirected the lunge of the bigger of the two thugs towards his compatriot however instead of pulling up short, the thug accelerated and pierced the heart of his 'friend'. <br> <br>As the body slumped to the floor, Gerhard only looked on stunned as he whispered, "Why?" <br> <br>The big man shrugged his huge shoulders and replied, "Less loot to share", he chuckled as his twisted smile seemed to cast his scarred face in an even uglier light. <br> <br>Gerhard finally realised what was at stake and slowly bent over to pick up the sword of his first target, the thug taking this opportunity to do an overhead swing down on that blond exposed head. Without even looking, whilst bent over Gerhard tilted his head slightly to the side and avoided the fatal blow by a whisper, before stabbing into the side of the thug with his newly acquired sword. The movement was so precise and filled with such force that it seemed to knock the breath out of the large thug who grasped his side in pain as he retreated backwards promptly before realising that the action had only penetrated the armour and lightly nicked his skin. However the aura of his opponent had changed as Gerhard assumed a fencer's stance who only briefly saluted, almost kissing the blade with the guard below his chin before he began his attack. <br> <br>At first, every strike and movement seemed experimental, like he was trying to remember and adjust his body to a rhythm set forth long ago, incurring almost no injuries upon his foe but as the fight dragged on the thug started to become desperate. The reason because, although Gerhard was limited in speed by his current level, the fact of the matter was that he had already recognised the few crude attack patterns of his enemy and was pre-emptively disrupting them at will whilst trying to master his body and remembering his sword forms. In a fight that seemed to have gone on for hours but was only minutes, Gerhard struck the killing blowing in an almost anti-climactic fashion, by nonchalantly tapping aside his opponent sword and lunge his blade immediately into the eye socket of the brute, killing it instantly. <br> <br>The other thug had already long since ran away, but Gerhard maintained a vigilant attitude as he bent over to help the woman up. <br> <br>"<span style="font-style: italic;">Fräulein</span>" &lt;Miss&gt;, Gerhard said gently, "Are you alright?" <br> <br>The young woman nodded slowly, probably due to the blood lost for which Gerhard tore strips of his now ruined white shirt to bandage the poor woman. Raising her to her unsteady feet, he noticed that the little girl had come running back with a green giant in tow to which the young woman murmured, "Instructor". <br> <br>The Orc's eyes blazed at the scene be held before him and readied his sword as if in preparation to strike down Gerhard. <br> <br>"Nooo!", the little girl cried, "He went to help sister", as she tugged on the sleeve of the instructor to arrest his movement. The scene was so comical, that of such a giant of an orc being held in place by someone not even 7 years of age had both Gerhard and the woman bursting out in laughter. <br> <br>The orc known as Instructor sheepishly lowered his sword and noted the state that Gerhard was in, as well as the captured sword in his hand. "I see you are no stranger to fighting". <br> <br>"Yes, you could say I have had… some experience in it", Gerhard answered evasively. <br> <br>"Well you are welcomed to my Training Hall to see your wounds tended to for helping my neighbours", the instructor grinned warmly, "And have a well deserved good meal. May I know your name?" <br> <br>With only a slight moment of hesitation, he responded, "My name is Gerhard von Natzmer. Pleased to make your acquaintance". <br> <br>As the sound effect for 'Quest Completed; Damsel in Distress', rang out in his ear, the small group made their way off, their walking figures being swallowed into the distance. <br> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;">*********************************************************************************************</div> <br> <br> <br>Max looked at the serene face of his grandfather and inwardly his heart bled at the once strong hands that held him up high in the air was now lying frail and limp in Max's seemingly overly large own, his mother and father both outside of the room having a long discussion with the family's doctor. It was increasingly rare for his grandfather to wake up lucid and often times he would shout out in German, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Nein! Nein!</span>" &lt;No! No!&gt;, or in calmer moments he would stop thrashing about and his eyes transformed into a sharp gaze as he stated calmly, "<span style="font-style: italic;">Vorwärts Kameraden</span>"&lt;Forwards comrades&gt; before roaring out unsuspectingly in a voice filled with strength, "Großdeutschland!" <br> <br>If it wasn't for Royal Road currently engaging his grandfather's mind 24/7, they would have had to restrain him to prevent Gerhard from injuring himself or others. However, according to the doctor's report after reviewing footage of his grandfather in game, he seemed to have full control of his mental faculties. Until a few weeks ago, before his grandfather's condition worsened, Max had always thought that the old man had been a policeman in Austria all his career life. When Gerhard began shouting things that sounded alarmingly like military orders, Max then pressed his father for the truth. <br> <br>Both of them had taken seats outside on the porch, the warm Vienna sun beating gently upon his father's brow as he began explaining. <br> <br>"Where to begin…. The truth is that we are not true born Austrians, my son", and for a moment the eyes of his father seemed to travel to a different time before he returned his gaze back upon Max. <br> <br>"My father… your grandfather was born in <span style="font-style: italic;">Tirschtiegel</span>, in Germany" <br> <br>"Where is that father? I don’t seem to have ever heard of such a place" <br> <br>"Well to be precise it is now called Trzciel by the Polish…. from the dissolved <span style="font-style: italic;">Königreich Preußen</span>&lt;Kingdom of Prussia&gt;. We are Prussians my boy, and aristocratic ones at that" <br> <br>Max was stunned by the revelation. He had never given much thought on the history of his family, having taken it for granted that it was probably a normal mundane sort of Austrian thing. There was a further shattering of his mundane world as his father continued. <br>"And your grandfather… fought in the 2nd world war from its very beginning to the very end in the <span style="font-style: italic;">Heer</span>&lt;Army&gt;" <br> <br>Max rose sharply from his chair which tilted backwards and fell as he shouted, "GRANDFATHER WAS A NAZI!?" <br> <br>The air became deathly stilled as his father whispered, "Don't you DARE call him THAT. Now sit down and calm your bloody head you stupid boy and let me finish." <br> <br>"I said he was in the <span style="font-style: italic;">Heer</span>&lt;Army&gt;, but he was never a part of that political horseshit. He was <span style="font-weight: bold;">NEVER</span> a Nazi. Your grandfather joined the army because that is what all Prussians of noble birth do, it's in our blood. And because all Prussians actively seek to join an elite guards regiment… the only one that came close to mind at the time was the newly formed Großdeutschland regiment." <br> <br>Max drew in a stammering breath as he realised that his grandfather wasn't only part of history… he probably helped shape it. Even Max knew of Großdeutschland which eventually became a premier Panzer Grenadier Division from his history classes at school. Because it had earned an infamous title whilst fighting ferociously on the eastern front, <span style="font-style: italic;">'Hitler's Fire Brigade'</span>. A division that was often outnumbered and rushed to every Russian breakthrough to stem the tide and more often than not, succeeding. <br> <br>"And the fits you are witnessing are probably… the final days of Prussia", his father looked up sadly into his son's eyes, "He watched his homeland's destruction, Max." <br> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;">*********************************************************************************************</div> <br> <br> <br><span style="font-size: 1.7em;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">25 December, 1937. <br>The von Natzmer estate </span></span></span> <br> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk285/black_ferrus/Blut%20und%20Eisen/DieterampGerhard_zpsc30581ad.jpg" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fi283.photobucket.com%2falbums%2fkk285...0581ad.jpg"></div> <br> <br>"…Like I was saying," his brother, Dieter, whispered into Gerhard's ear, "Benedikt has managed to make Father angry once again. This time, our little brother was caught with the minister's own daughter… in one of the confessional booths to boot!" <br> <br>Gerhard sighed, "What is that idiot doing?", he lamented, forehead in his hand, "Why can't he be more like Albert and focus on his books instead of girls?" <br> <br>Dieter shrugged, "It can't be helped. He’s missed you ever since you went to Berlin to continue your military studies in the <span style="font-style: italic;">Hauptkadettenanstalt</span> &lt;Main Military Academy&gt;. And besides," he grinned, "he has to learn about girls some times." <br> <br>"….HE IS ONLY 13!" Gerhard yelled, drawing attention to himself as a crowd of well-dressed nobles and Noveau Riche turned to look at him aghast, affronted at his breach of social etiquette. <br> <br>However, he was instantly forgiven by the women as he smiled apologetically, setting the hearts of many a young maiden aflutter… even by those who should know better, as irritated husbands pinch the hands of their wives to prevent them from staring love-struck at someone who was obviously decades their junior. <br> <br>"…I don’t know how you do it, <span style="font-style: italic;">Bruder</span>&lt;brother&gt;." <br> <br>"Do what?" Gerhard asked in genuine puzzlement. <br> <br>"… Nevermind…" Dieter grumbled. <br> <br>"Anyway," Gerhard continued, "how are you finding your studies in the <span style="font-style: italic;">Königlich Preußischen Kadettenkorps</span> &lt;Royal Prussian Cadet Corps&gt;?" <br> <br>"I am doing moderately well, although I can't ever compare to your former scores," he sighed. "The teachers still talk about you to this day. You really should have applied for the Olympic fencing team", Dieter admonished. <br> <br>"Too much of a workload," Gerhard waved his hand at the idea, "I’d rather focus on my studies, so that I can advance my future career in the <span style="font-style: italic;">Heer</span>&lt;Army&gt;." <br> <br>"Still going to apply for <span style="font-style: italic;">Wachregiment Berlin</span>?" <br> <br>"Of course, although I hear through the grapevine that the Guard regiment might be renamed in the future by our EXALTED <span style="font-style: italic;">Führer</span>&lt;Leader&gt;." <br> <br>"Shhhh," Deiter cautioned, "you never know who might be listening, especially when you use that tone in regards to HIM. But still, you don't think that he is a good leader?" <br> <br>"…He would have been a great leader…if he didn’t blame all our problems on the poor <span style="font-style: italic;">Juden</span>&lt;Jews&gt;," Gerhard spat out bitterly. "You remember teacher Heinrich? The one who taught maths in the cadet corps before being promoted to the main academy? Well, he was removed from his posting two months ago because they found out his grandfather was a <span style="font-style: italic;">Jude</span>!&lt;Jew!&gt;" <br> <br>Dieter looked at him in astonishment, "Eh?! But old man Heinrich fought in the Great War&lt;WW1&gt;! He even won the Iron Cross for bravery!" <br> <br>"…They don't care about your achievements, it seems…", Gerhard shook his head sadly, "only about your bloodline." <br> <br>Wrapping his arm around his elder brother’s shoulder, "Come <span style="font-style: italic;">Bruder</span>&lt;brother&gt;," Dieter tried to cheer him up, "Let's not talk about depressing and gloomy things on our sister's birthday." <br> <br>"Yeah," Gerhard nodded his head in agreement, "It's good to be back home, after all. A year is too long to be away." <br> <br>Suddenly, music started playing as the star of the evening appeared, - a young girl dressed in beautiful, white lace glided down the stairs serenely… Until she saw Gerhard clapping along with everyone else in the corner with Dieter. The moment she reached the bottom of the stairs, she bolted towards Gerhard and leapt into his arms, squealing. <br> <br>"Happy tenth birthday, my little <span style="font-style: italic;">Engel</span> &lt;angel&gt;", Gerhard laughed, as he spun his sister around unseemly. <br> <br>"Geeez," she pouted, "You should have told me you were coming back today!" <br> <br>"There, there, Anne," Dieter tried to appease her, "Big brother just got back an hour ago." <br> <br>Anne looked up at Gerhard in worry, "Aren't you tired, Brother?" <br> <br>Stroking her long hair affectionately, he just smiled brilliantly, "It was only a short boat ride, and," he kissed her cheek, "I wouldn't miss your birthday for anything." <br> <br>Blushing, Anne went, "Hmph!", turning her head to the side, and whispered, "and that is why you are such a playboy." <br> <br>"Hmm? Did you say something, Anne?" Gerhard asked. <br> <br>The only reply he got was, "Bleeeh!", as she stuck her tongue out at him and ran towards the dining area, where food was being served to the guests. <br> <br>"…That was very unladylike," he chuckled. <br> <br>"Have you seen Mother and Father yet?" Dieter reminded him. <br> <br>"Not yet- ..." Gerhard was about to reply, until he spied a very troublesome scene unfolding out of the corner of his eye. <br> <br>A beautiful girl was being harassed by a group of men, one of whom was apparently the ringleader of the group. He was trying to coerce her to dance with him but obviously... failing. The brothers looked to one another, thinking, 'There are always louts at a party,' and with a heavy sigh, Gerhard, as the eldest son, went to carry out his duty and 'rescue' the poor girl. As he got closer though, the mood seemed to have gotten heavy, as the ringleader was no longer smiling. <br> <br>"… What did you say?” The man, obviously drunk, demanded. <br> <br>"That I would rather dance with a REAL boar than dance with you." She turned her nose up at him, "you do smell worse than them, after all." <br> <br>'<span style="font-style: italic;">Oh my god</span>,' Gerhard thought to himself, mentally despairing, '<span style="font-style: italic;">What is this woman doing</span>?' <br> <br>"WHY YOU LITT-" the drunk lifted his fist... Only to have it caught in the vice-like grip of Gerhard's hand. <br> <br>"I trust, SIR," Gerhard pointed out, "You were invited to celebrate MY sister's birthday due to some ties you have to my family". <br> <br>To which the goons whispered in the ear of the ringleader, and he visibly paled as he straightened up and bowed awkwardly, "I am honoured to celebrate such a joyous occasion in your humble home." <br> <br>Leaning in, Gerhard said quietly, "Make sure it STAYS joyous, or else I may have to speak to father… about this matter". <br> <br>Nodding repeatedly, the men left with their drunken companion elsewhere, presumably to sober him up, as Gerhard turned to the woman beside him… only to receive an angry glare. <br> <br>"I suppose you think I should thank you now, is it?” She said almost haughtily. <br> <br>Sighing, "No, but I do suggest not escalating something that can easily be avoided with words." Gerhard eyed her critically. <br> <br>"I was only speaking the truth!" She tilted her head to the side, "hmmm, you look familiar". <br> <br>Remembering his manners, he bowed as he introduced himself, "Gerhard von Natzmer, at your service." <br> <br>"Oooh, so, you're the playboy brother Anne always talks about." <br> <br>"Eh? W- …what is this, my little sister is saying that about me?" He frowned in consternation. <br> <br>"Oh, nothing, nothing. I am Hannah," she curtsied, "Your sister's tutor." <br> <br>"No wait! What did Anne say about me... ?" <br> <br>"Ah!" Hannah pointed behind him. <br> <br>Spinning around, Gerhard was surprised to see that the man had returned… more drunk than ever. Sighing, Gerhard dodged the clumsy fist aimed at him… Only to hear the sound of it connecting unmistakably. Gulping, and feeling an intense pressure from behind him, he finally returned to face Hannah… only to see the middle of her forehead glowing red as she glared at the two men, one of which included Gerhard. <br> <br>She promptly kicked the drunk's crotch, an audible gasp emitting from all the men watching at the direct hit to his 'manhood' as he crumbled like a broken doll, before she turned her fury at Gerhard. <br> <br>Putting his hands up in the air, Gerhard stuttered ",N-now wait a second… Let's not be hasty… Surely, you can see it was an accident…" <br> <br>"I will SHOW YOU an <span style="font-weight: bold;">ACCIDENT</span>!" as Hannah clenched her fist and swung. <br> <br>An hour later, whilst... nursing his black eye with Dieter continuing to laugh uncontrollably, Gerhard leaned with his forearms against the stone balustrade and gazed out into the darkness of the garden. <br> <br>"Dieter," he whispered. <br> <br>"Hmm?" <br> <br>"I think I am in love." <br> <br>"Eh?" <br> <br>"I am going to marry that girl," Gerhard announced solemnly. <br> <br>"EHHH?!!" <br>&nbsp; <br><div style="text-align: center;">*********************************************************************************************</div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://picosong.com/FqFE/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size: 1.7em;">Ending Song: Gentle Light</span></a></div> <br> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk285/black_ferrus/Blut%20und%20Eisen/Ending_zpsbc81b361.jpg" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fi283.photobucket.com%2falbums%2fkk285...81b361.jpg"></div> </div>

| Disclaimer The Drawings and Audio works from this chapter and hereafter are taken without permission. All credit for the drawings should go to their creators (eg; not me) who are... Mysterious Masked Interweb People! Or the MMIP for short! Actually I haven't the foggiest who they are but the MMIP are cool! | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | [INTRO SONG: Kono Sekai e Moeru](http://picosong.com/Fqhb/)  ********************************************************************************************* Gerhard flexed his fingers, marvelling at the realistic vitality and movement displayed before his eyes when he realised with a start that he had perfect vision, double checking to make sure he wasn't wearing the glasses his wife had bought for him years ago. All the aches and pains, the old wounds of his long life no longer existed and for the first time in many years Gerhard started laughing, his deep rich voice riding over the ambient noise of the market square and surprising passing onlookers and shop owners alike whether they were players or NPCs. Finally noticing that he was making an embarrassing scene, Gerhard shut up immediately and began walking down the busy street promptly, blissfully ignoring his surroundings as the feeling of movement, of the impact being transferred from feet hitting pavement to the vibration his knees felt, brought such a wide happy grin on his face that if one were to look at him, the impression given off would have been that of a village idiot. However Gerhard didn't mind, it has been 40 years since he could move freely like this, perhaps 70 years to feel like his strides were once those of a conqueror. Gerhard von Natzmer's appearance was that of a man in his mid twenties, and you couldn’t tell from his crystal clear blue eyes or almost platinum blond hair, that he was actually a man in his late 90's, his real life emaciated body often confined him to a bed like a pseudo prisoner. But for now, all such thoughts has fled his mind as he wandered aimlessly across the Citadel of Serabourg, humming an old tune his father use to sing drunkenly with his friends until such time had passed that the sun was starting to sit low on the horizon. Finally, Gerhard noted that the area he was in looked to be a bit run down, the transition of a rich vibrant city to something like darkish unwelcomed suburbs was so smooth that even he was taken by surprise at his lack of awareness. With reawakening instincts honed decades ago, Gerhard somehow felt that something was about to happen and his expectations were not disappointed as a scream pierced the now lonely streets, follow by the sound of sobbing as a girl child ran up to him. Without even waiting for what she was about to say, Gerhard had already deduced what was happening and ran towards the direction she had came from, a condition reflex from all the decades he had served in the police force prompting him to act without thinking, 'to save what must be saved', a creed that is chiselled upon his old failing heart. Something akin to adrenaline flowed through his limbs, his mind becoming focused allowing him to almost view the whole world through tunnel vision except for the fact he was completely aware of every single movement, from the birds gazing down upon him without any interest to the scurrying of rats disappearing into dark alleys. Gerhard immediately came upon a scene almost classical in his old line of work, 3 thugs surrounding a poor young woman who lay on the floor in a comatose fashion which caused Gerhard's soul to ignite in fury. "Du Hurensohn!"<You son of a bitch!>, Gerhard roared as he charged forward armed with nothing but his fists and the clothes on his back, at what were obviously higher level mobs equipped with swords and leather armour. His unforeseeable actions obviously startled the thugs who looked at him agape as Gerhard's fist lashed out at the first of his target, connecting squarely at the throat which caused the thug to fall heavily backward upon the stone street stunned, dropping his long sword in the process. The other two immediately woke from their stupor, and without a word spoken flanked both sides of him and began their rough swordplay. For a man who was unarmed, Gerhard moved fluidly and confidently although with 2 vs 1 and the fact that Gerhard was still unused to having such a young body again; wounds were beginning to flash across his body in multiple locations. Not caring that the bar indicating his HP was dropping steadily by the strikes, Gerhard ducked and weaved, using his hands to shift the edge of the blades away from his vital points, ignoring the pain as his hands bled profusely. Suddenly, Gerhard redirected the lunge of the bigger of the two thugs towards his compatriot however instead of pulling up short, the thug accelerated and pierced the heart of his 'friend'. As the body slumped to the floor, Gerhard only looked on stunned as he whispered, "Why?" The big man shrugged his huge shoulders and replied, "Less loot to share", he chuckled as his twisted smile seemed to cast his scarred face in an even uglier light. Gerhard finally realised what was at stake and slowly bent over to pick up the sword of his first target, the thug taking this opportunity to do an overhead swing down on that blond exposed head. Without even looking, whilst bent over Gerhard tilted his head slightly to the side and avoided the fatal blow by a whisper, before stabbing into the side of the thug with his newly acquired sword. The movement was so precise and filled with such force that it seemed to knock the breath out of the large thug who grasped his side in pain as he retreated backwards promptly before realising that the action had only penetrated the armour and lightly nicked his skin. However the aura of his opponent had changed as Gerhard assumed a fencer's stance who only briefly saluted, almost kissing the blade with the guard below his chin before he began his attack. At first, every strike and movement seemed experimental, like he was trying to remember and adjust his body to a rhythm set forth long ago, incurring almost no injuries upon his foe but as the fight dragged on the thug started to become desperate. The reason because, although Gerhard was limited in speed by his current level, the fact of the matter was that he had already recognised the few crude attack patterns of his enemy and was pre-emptively disrupting them at will whilst trying to master his body and remembering his sword forms. In a fight that seemed to have gone on for hours but was only minutes, Gerhard struck the killing blowing in an almost anti-climactic fashion, by nonchalantly tapping aside his opponent sword and lunge his blade immediately into the eye socket of the brute, killing it instantly. The other thug had already long since ran away, but Gerhard maintained a vigilant attitude as he bent over to help the woman up. "Fräulein" <Miss>, Gerhard said gently, "Are you alright?" The young woman nodded slowly, probably due to the blood lost for which Gerhard tore strips of his now ruined white shirt to bandage the poor woman. Raising her to her unsteady feet, he noticed that the little girl had come running back with a green giant in tow to which the young woman murmured, "Instructor". The Orc's eyes blazed at the scene be held before him and readied his sword as if in preparation to strike down Gerhard. "Nooo!", the little girl cried, "He went to help sister", as she tugged on the sleeve of the instructor to arrest his movement. The scene was so comical, that of such a giant of an orc being held in place by someone not even 7 years of age had both Gerhard and the woman bursting out in laughter. The orc known as Instructor sheepishly lowered his sword and noted the state that Gerhard was in, as well as the captured sword in his hand. "I see you are no stranger to fighting". "Yes, you could say I have had… some experience in it", Gerhard answered evasively. "Well you are welcomed to my Training Hall to see your wounds tended to for helping my neighbours", the instructor grinned warmly, "And have a well deserved good meal. May I know your name?" With only a slight moment of hesitation, he responded, "My name is Gerhard von Natzmer. Pleased to make your acquaintance". As the sound effect for 'Quest Completed; Damsel in Distress', rang out in his ear, the small group made their way off, their walking figures being swallowed into the distance. ********************************************************************************************* Max looked at the serene face of his grandfather and inwardly his heart bled at the once strong hands that held him up high in the air was now lying frail and limp in Max's seemingly overly large own, his mother and father both outside of the room having a long discussion with the family's doctor. It was increasingly rare for his grandfather to wake up lucid and often times he would shout out in German, "Nein! Nein!" <No! No!>, or in calmer moments he would stop thrashing about and his eyes transformed into a sharp gaze as he stated calmly, "Vorwärts Kameraden"<Forwards comrades> before roaring out unsuspectingly in a voice filled with strength, "Großdeutschland!" If it wasn't for Royal Road currently engaging his grandfather's mind 24/7, they would have had to restrain him to prevent Gerhard from injuring himself or others. However, according to the doctor's report after reviewing footage of his grandfather in game, he seemed to have full control of his mental faculties. Until a few weeks ago, before his grandfather's condition worsened, Max had always thought that the old man had been a policeman in Austria all his career life. When Gerhard began shouting things that sounded alarmingly like military orders, Max then pressed his father for the truth. Both of them had taken seats outside on the porch, the warm Vienna sun beating gently upon his father's brow as he began explaining. "Where to begin…. The truth is that we are not true born Austrians, my son", and for a moment the eyes of his father seemed to travel to a different time before he returned his gaze back upon Max. "My father… your grandfather was born in Tirschtiegel, in Germany" "Where is that father? I don’t seem to have ever heard of such a place" "Well to be precise it is now called Trzciel by the Polish…. from the dissolved Königreich Preußen<Kingdom of Prussia>. We are Prussians my boy, and aristocratic ones at that" Max was stunned by the revelation. He had never given much thought on the history of his family, having taken it for granted that it was probably a normal mundane sort of Austrian thing. There was a further shattering of his mundane world as his father continued. "And your grandfather… fought in the 2nd world war from its very beginning to the very end in the Heer<Army>" Max rose sharply from his chair which tilted backwards and fell as he shouted, "GRANDFATHER WAS A NAZI!?" The air became deathly stilled as his father whispered, "Don't you DARE call him THAT. Now sit down and calm your bloody head you stupid boy and let me finish." "I said he was in the Heer<Army>, but he was never a part of that political horseshit. He was NEVER a Nazi. Your grandfather joined the army because that is what all Prussians of noble birth do, it's in our blood. And because all Prussians actively seek to join an elite guards regiment… the only one that came close to mind at the time was the newly formed Großdeutschland regiment." Max drew in a stammering breath as he realised that his grandfather wasn't only part of history… he probably helped shape it. Even Max knew of Großdeutschland which eventually became a premier Panzer Grenadier Division from his history classes at school. Because it had earned an infamous title whilst fighting ferociously on the eastern front, 'Hitler's Fire Brigade'. A division that was often outnumbered and rushed to every Russian breakthrough to stem the tide and more often than not, succeeding. "And the fits you are witnessing are probably… the final days of Prussia", his father looked up sadly into his son's eyes, "He watched his homeland's destruction, Max." ********************************************************************************************* 25 December, 1937. The von Natzmer estate  "…Like I was saying," his brother, Dieter, whispered into Gerhard's ear, "Benedikt has managed to make Father angry once again. This time, our little brother was caught with the minister's own daughter… in one of the confessional booths to boot!" Gerhard sighed, "What is that idiot doing?", he lamented, forehead in his hand, "Why can't he be more like Albert and focus on his books instead of girls?" Dieter shrugged, "It can't be helped. He’s missed you ever since you went to Berlin to continue your military studies in the Hauptkadettenanstalt <Main Military Academy>. And besides," he grinned, "he has to learn about girls some times." "….HE IS ONLY 13!" Gerhard yelled, drawing attention to himself as a crowd of well-dressed nobles and Noveau Riche turned to look at him aghast, affronted at his breach of social etiquette. However, he was instantly forgiven by the women as he smiled apologetically, setting the hearts of many a young maiden aflutter… even by those who should know better, as irritated husbands pinch the hands of their wives to prevent them from staring love-struck at someone who was obviously decades their junior. "…I don’t know how you do it, Bruder<brother>." "Do what?" Gerhard asked in genuine puzzlement. "… Nevermind…" Dieter grumbled. "Anyway," Gerhard continued, "how are you finding your studies in the Königlich Preußischen Kadettenkorps <Royal Prussian Cadet Corps>?" "I am doing moderately well, although I can't ever compare to your former scores," he sighed. "The teachers still talk about you to this day. You really should have applied for the Olympic fencing team", Dieter admonished. "Too much of a workload," Gerhard waved his hand at the idea, "I’d rather focus on my studies, so that I can advance my future career in the Heer<Army>." "Still going to apply for Wachregiment Berlin?" "Of course, although I hear through the grapevine that the Guard regiment might be renamed in the future by our EXALTED Führer<Leader>." "Shhhh," Deiter cautioned, "you never know who might be listening, especially when you use that tone in regards to HIM. But still, you don't think that he is a good leader?" "…He would have been a great leader…if he didn’t blame all our problems on the poor Juden<Jews>," Gerhard spat out bitterly. "You remember teacher Heinrich? The one who taught maths in the cadet corps before being promoted to the main academy? Well, he was removed from his posting two months ago because they found out his grandfather was a Jude!<Jew!>" Dieter looked at him in astonishment, "Eh?! But old man Heinrich fought in the Great War<WW1>! He even won the Iron Cross for bravery!" "…They don't care about your achievements, it seems…", Gerhard shook his head sadly, "only about your bloodline." Wrapping his arm around his elder brother’s shoulder, "Come Bruder<brother>," Dieter tried to cheer him up, "Let's not talk about depressing and gloomy things on our sister's birthday." "Yeah," Gerhard nodded his head in agreement, "It's good to be back home, after all. A year is too long to be away." Suddenly, music started playing as the star of the evening appeared, - a young girl dressed in beautiful, white lace glided down the stairs serenely… Until she saw Gerhard clapping along with everyone else in the corner with Dieter. The moment she reached the bottom of the stairs, she bolted towards Gerhard and leapt into his arms, squealing. "Happy tenth birthday, my little Engel <angel>", Gerhard laughed, as he spun his sister around unseemly. "Geeez," she pouted, "You should have told me you were coming back today!" "There, there, Anne," Dieter tried to appease her, "Big brother just got back an hour ago." Anne looked up at Gerhard in worry, "Aren't you tired, Brother?" Stroking her long hair affectionately, he just smiled brilliantly, "It was only a short boat ride, and," he kissed her cheek, "I wouldn't miss your birthday for anything." Blushing, Anne went, "Hmph!", turning her head to the side, and whispered, "and that is why you are such a playboy." "Hmm? Did you say something, Anne?" Gerhard asked. The only reply he got was, "Bleeeh!", as she stuck her tongue out at him and ran towards the dining area, where food was being served to the guests. "…That was very unladylike," he chuckled. "Have you seen Mother and Father yet?" Dieter reminded him. "Not yet- ..." Gerhard was about to reply, until he spied a very troublesome scene unfolding out of the corner of his eye. A beautiful girl was being harassed by a group of men, one of whom was apparently the ringleader of the group. He was trying to coerce her to dance with him but obviously... failing. The brothers looked to one another, thinking, 'There are always louts at a party,' and with a heavy sigh, Gerhard, as the eldest son, went to carry out his duty and 'rescue' the poor girl. As he got closer though, the mood seemed to have gotten heavy, as the ringleader was no longer smiling. "… What did you say?” The man, obviously drunk, demanded. "That I would rather dance with a REAL boar than dance with you." She turned her nose up at him, "you do smell worse than them, after all." 'Oh my god,' Gerhard thought to himself, mentally despairing, 'What is this woman doing?' "WHY YOU LITT-" the drunk lifted his fist... Only to have it caught in the vice-like grip of Gerhard's hand. "I trust, SIR," Gerhard pointed out, "You were invited to celebrate MY sister's birthday due to some ties you have to my family". To which the goons whispered in the ear of the ringleader, and he visibly paled as he straightened up and bowed awkwardly, "I am honoured to celebrate such a joyous occasion in your humble home." Leaning in, Gerhard said quietly, "Make sure it STAYS joyous, or else I may have to speak to father… about this matter". Nodding repeatedly, the men left with their drunken companion elsewhere, presumably to sober him up, as Gerhard turned to the woman beside him… only to receive an angry glare. "I suppose you think I should thank you now, is it?” She said almost haughtily. Sighing, "No, but I do suggest not escalating something that can easily be avoided with words." Gerhard eyed her critically. "I was only speaking the truth!" She tilted her head to the side, "hmmm, you look familiar". Remembering his manners, he bowed as he introduced himself, "Gerhard von Natzmer, at your service." "Oooh, so, you're the playboy brother Anne always talks about." "Eh? W- …what is this, my little sister is saying that about me?" He frowned in consternation. "Oh, nothing, nothing. I am Hannah," she curtsied, "Your sister's tutor." "No wait! What did Anne say about me... ?" "Ah!" Hannah pointed behind him. Spinning around, Gerhard was surprised to see that the man had returned… more drunk than ever. Sighing, Gerhard dodged the clumsy fist aimed at him… Only to hear the sound of it connecting unmistakably. Gulping, and feeling an intense pressure from behind him, he finally returned to face Hannah… only to see the middle of her forehead glowing red as she glared at the two men, one of which included Gerhard. She promptly kicked the drunk's crotch, an audible gasp emitting from all the men watching at the direct hit to his 'manhood' as he crumbled like a broken doll, before she turned her fury at Gerhard. Putting his hands up in the air, Gerhard stuttered ",N-now wait a second… Let's not be hasty… Surely, you can see it was an accident…" "I will SHOW YOU an ACCIDENT!" as Hannah clenched her fist and swung. An hour later, whilst... nursing his black eye with Dieter continuing to laugh uncontrollably, Gerhard leaned with his forearms against the stone balustrade and gazed out into the darkness of the garden. "Dieter," he whispered. "Hmm?" "I think I am in love." "Eh?" "I am going to marry that girl," Gerhard announced solemnly. "EHHH?!!"   ********************************************************************************************* [Ending Song: Gentle Light](http://picosong.com/FqFE/) 

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> After waiting for another hour or so, Theodore stepped out of his cabin along with two other dwarves and stared at the participants.<br> <br>“Let us begin.” He roared. The some players raised their hammers and forging equipment like warriors and cheered back in agreement. Almost simultaneously, all participants received a pop up window;<br><br>TRRRINNGGG!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Theodore’s Test is about to begin!<br><br>Follow Theodore to the testing grounds!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Theodore smiled and began descending the cabin stairs. Players who had crowded around the cabin moved away to give the three dwarves space to lead the way. The army of blacksmiths crossed headed east till they reached the eastern face of the North Mountain Pass Range. At the foot of the mountain, near the edge of the forest; stood about twenty dwarves holding shields and spears. They stood in a circle as if they were protecting someone behind their backs. As they saw Theodore, they moved away to reveal next to their feet a freshly dug up hole. Theodore began descending towards the dwarf guards and the players followed. The players noticed as they climbed down the odd innumerable number of holes and pits dug in the ground; the dwarves were a sneaky bunch they thought. They must have prepared the other dead end holes as decoys to throw of strangers. Only one player thought otherwise…he just happened to be the very person who had dug all the holes on the eastern face of this mountain.<br><br>After talking to the guards, Theodore jumped down the hole. Players were getting excited; all the previous competitions were held out in the open this one appeared to be special. With guards protecting the entrance and checks to ensure only participants were allowed inside. The audience which had followed the group complained and whined that they could not follow further, some were plain jealous that the blacksmiths were receiving access to a new hidden area.<br> <br>The hole was no more than 7 feet deep and 3 feet wide. The hole opened up to a tiny passage, just wide enough for one person. Lit up by a flaming torches every hundred feet, barely helped the players as they stumbled and fumbled while marching in a single file. With no ventilation shafts in sight given the large number of people, one would have expected to players suffocate. Oddly the ventilation was perfect. Nobody noticed these small details, except for Weed who paid attention to every little detail before him.<br> <br>The players began whispering to each other wondering where was it that they were being taken. Never before did any of the previous tests / competitions to be an apprentice have such heavy security deployment. Nor was there ever a secret tunnel that they walked through to get to the competition grounds. Were these signs of wars brewing? Players wondered as they quietly followed Theodore.<br><br>The tiny passage began becoming wider and wider. The soil footpath was replaced with rugged mats and then marble flooring. The walls too changed from soil and rocks to, brick shaped stones.<br> <br>“This is a Dwarven City! We are going to a dwarven city!” someone exclaimed as players took notice of the changing surrounding.<br> <br>Everyone was excited, this was turning out to be more than a shortcut to learn dwarvish blacksmithing skills. For most players, the only way to visit a dwarf city is to go to the next Air Kingdom City, Skyholm. There were rumors of a dwarf city near the Northern Mountain range, but no one had been able to find it.<br> <br>The passage opened up into a large hall with hundreds of tall white pillars towering into the air…Players followed them with their eyes only to see darkness. So high was the ceiling, that the players could not see it!<br> <br>Theodore faced the players now and spoke, “Welcome to the practice forging halls of the North Mountain Range City.”<br> <br>Murmurs broke out amongst the audience; this was indeed the Northern Mountain Range City.<br> <br>“The competition will take place in three stages; I will declare what you must make each round and I will also judge the pieces forged. I will decide when the time is up and how many participants will be allowed to the next round. Any questions?”<br> <br>One of the human players in the crowd shouted out, “How can we make something if we don’t know how long we have?” It was a reasonable question given that players would need to plan before forging. If they made something too quickly, then it might lack detail and defeat was granted. Forge something that required too much time and suffer from disqualification for not completing the piece on time.<br><br>Theodore looked at the human and smiled. He knew each and every participant here. The one who spoke up was in particular a whiner. “Figure it out Weyland; my competition, my rules. If you don’t like it too bad, you’re welcome to give up!”<br><br>Weyland looked around for support but finding none to back him quickly shut him up. Theodore had always been fickle when it came to the second tests rules. There was nothing rigid about them. The tests were always different and always came with their own twists and turns.<br> <br>“Are there any penalties?” asked another human player. Weed was surprised there would be penalties in a test like this. However, those who participated before knew that Theodore would never say it but would eventually disclose penalties as the round neared the end.<br> <br>Theodore scowled, he enjoyed springing up penalties in the last few minutes to scare the players. He was just deprived of that joy, he mentally noted to fail Skeeth for ruining his surprise. The apprentices who were hidden away in the crowd sighed. If they had learnt one thing about Theodore through numerous participations, it was that you never ruin his fun.<br> <br>“Yes, there are penalties. If you are disqualified you shall not be able to return to Northern Mountain Range City for the next one year. We dwarves are proud of our work, that is why we must be strict with our training.”<br> <br>Players wanted to argue back but none dared to. Theodore was known for being ruthless and unreasonable in his tests. While some players cribbed about the severe penalty, it helped others decide that completing the item was more important than detailing. Most players here didn’t come here to win anyways, so they decided it was best not to be penalized.<br> <br>“At the base of each pillar, you will find a forge set up.” Theodore pointed in the direction of a dwarf guard who stood beside a pillar. At Theodore cue, he removed a small latch and opened a small window. From outside the pillars appeared to be sturdy pieces which supported the ceiling however they were empty from inside and served as chimneys. You will be provided with all equipment and necessary ores for the first round. Everyone please take your positions near a forge.”<br> <br>Players quietly made their way to a stove. Everyone had taken the weapons license test and found this very similar. As they walked, their footsteps echoed across the ridiculously gigantic hall; no one dared to talk or whisper, in the fear that they would be heard. A single pillar was at least 3 meters in radius and the furnace was heated from the inside with magma. Ideally, better the heating conditions better the item forged. Magma was considered as the most premium and ideal heat source for blacksmithing. Many participants had never worked with such a forge before. It was because magma furnaces were only found in dwarven cities or in the forges of fire kingdom.<br> <br>Once everyone one was in their positions, Theodore spoke again. “Let us finally begin the last apprentice test. The first task is to build a useful item!”<br><br>TRRRINNGG! <br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>First Task – “The first task is to build a useful item!”</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>The blacksmiths were relieved; it was a rather simple task. However some players had doubts, the task was too vague to refer to for guidance and clues, this was also level C quest. It could never be something so simple. Those who thought simplistically went with forging a sword. Apart from being something every adventurer needs, it also happened to be something that they were most well versed in making. Most blacksmiths practiced forging swords as they could be sold off to players later at a reasonable price; two birds one stone.<br> <br>Players took out their forging equipment from the bags provided to them, basic hammer and basic molds etc. It appeared to be a test of skill rather than creativity. Those who had advanced their level far enough in one month’s practice smiled away gleefully, this round was in the bag. Those who didn’t groaned in pity.<br> <br>Ores were placed in common areas accessible to all. There were three types of ores available in this round. Firstly there was the Iron pile, the most commonly available ore. There was a smaller pile of silvery metal, Mithril, a very rare type of ore. Lastly, a black pile of ore which nobody was able to identify.<br> <br>At once most players rushed towards the Mithril and grabbed however much of it they could. They had never been able to use it as a raw material, so this was a good chance for leveling up their skills using rare materials. As the pile of Mithril ran out, some dwarves came running along and poured more mithril on the common area. Some players rushed again to collect some more mithril, this time to pocket some for themselves. Most players stuffed their inventory with mithril. When Weed saw players pocketing the ore for themselves, Weed cursed his luck for being an elf. Precious ore that could rarely be found was laying here in front of him for free and he lacked the ability to carry it lest he wished to be slowed down. <br>Weed stared at the three piles of ores in front of him, mithril was the most alluring of the three. Weed was really tempted to use it, but since he had never done so before, he let go of the opportunity to do so. Weed then pensively stared at the black unknown ore. It could be the wild trump card, Weed thought to himself. However, this too was something he had never worked with before, the risks were too high. Weed finally picked up iron ore and left with it. Thor had been silently observing Weed, picked up mithril and headed back to his stove. Cynbel, picked up mithril and iron after seeing Thor’s selection. Neither of the players was interested in pocketing mithril for themselves, it wasn’t what they were here for. Pallidus stared at the pile for a while and went with iron ore as well. When everyone had headed back to their stoves, a female human participant in the far corner of the hall made her way to the ore pile.<br> <br>Some players snorted, one person out of the competition; time was of the essence. While others were hammering away, the woman stared at the pile before making her selection. Nobody but Cynbel who was closest to her, noticed she took all three types of ores.<br> <br>Weed began with what he had learned; melting and refining. Though he was still not very good with elemental control, Weed devised a method which best suited him. He would melt the ore in the furnace and then pass it through filters. The crucial difference being, he would apply earth element during the refining process.<br> <br>Training under Tizen had been arduous. However, based from what Weed saw, he realized, that elemental control was a matter of concentration and imagination. He had to mentally visualize the liquid ore and then <span style="font-style: italic;">sense</span> each and every speck of impurity and imagine it being pulled away byy a mysterious force. Though mana was abundant, given his low mana conversion stat, the entire exercise put a huge strain on Weed’s stamina.<br> <br>All the participants around Weed were dwarvish blacksmiths, they snickered away as they saw Weed using advance blacksmithing to refine the ore. ‘One less person to worry about’ they thought to themselves.<br> <br>Once finished with the refining of the ore, Weed began with molding the knife. Weed concentrated as hard as he could on making a knife. On what it would look like, on the fact it would be strong and sharp, and on the idea of it being useful. He had learned earlier that concentration was vital to getting better pieces and that they would be closer to what he wanted. <br> <br>Time was ticking away, most players who had taken mithril to work with were seen running back to the ore pile and picking up iron ore. Their creations with mithril had turned into disaster. Mithril was a high level ore and required knowledge and skill to be used. Simply, having a high level in blacksmithing did not provide qualification to be able to use any material or technique. Practice and understanding were important elements as well. Weed was painfully aware of this. Even though he could use elemental blacksmithing, he could not use it. It was also illustrated with repairing of the shield, high skill level or points in a stat didn’t guarantee the desired outcome. Soon after, a wave of players who had selected the black unknown material returned to the pile of ores and chose iron. The black ore was too tough for them shape.<br> <br>Weed smiled happily, he was happy he chose iron. It was a calculated decision he had made. He had worked with it millions of times and knew each color and smell of it as if he were born and raised in a molten iron field.<br> <br>As Weed worked he applied small quantities of affinity to the piece, a little fire and water, a little more earth and wind. He changed the compositions of the affinity applied based on the process he was at. When tempering, he would sprinkle water and control the smallest of droplets to fall as he wanted them too. When annealing, he would push the cool the wind at the rate he chose.<br> <br>As the competition was in Air Kingdom, there were participants of either, Air or Earth affinity present only. Weed was in the minority group of neutral, life and force. Majority of the players were primary elemental users. The elemental users were unmatched to neutral users when it came to applying their elements in dwarvish blacksmithing. However, they had an uneven technique where they could only improved one affinity. Though, other blacksmiths had been practicing dwarfish blacksmithing for a much longer period than Weed and had better elemental control, in the end, they were not like Weed or the other neutrals who had uniform control over the elements.<br><br>Weed was at dwarvish blacksmithing beginner level 3. This forging progress was worse than a snail. Since, Weed understood his limitations; he intentionally chose a small piece to work with.<br><br>TRRRINGG!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>The Craftsmen’s Knife – Durability 250/250<br><br>Made through a strong desire for use and improvement, this knife never requires sharpening. Due to the elemental balance found in the blade there are some minor effects granted to the user. The fire makes the blade cut cleaner, the air helps it cut faster, the water smoother, and the earth gives it strength. The four elements are in harmony.<br><br>This knife will grant its user a +1 to the level of any crafting skill that it is being used for.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Restrictions:</span> No Level Restriction, No Affinity Restriction, Only helps with crafting.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Having read the knife’s stats Weed thought that it had in fact turned out to be pretty useful. In fact it would probably help him with this competition. He put the knife on the table in front of his forge under the spot for task one.<br> <br>Just as he did so, Theodore raised his hands. At once, players had to stop whatever they were doing and move away from the forge. About six players did not move away, and hurriedly scrambled to take their items out the forge, Theodore mercilessly disqualified them. Nobody showed pity for them, there was no room for cheaters in their hearts.<br> <br>Then another fifty or so users, who had been pocketing mithril were disqualified on the grounds of stealing.<br> <br>“You are here to forge something new, but you foolishly gave into your greed.” Theodore said as the thieving players were dragged away by guards. Their punishment didn’t end with just disqualification but also a one month imprisonment for stealing.<br> <br>The group pleaded and begged for reconsideration. They called out for support and others to their help. Again nobody showed any pity, they were just happy that there were fewer people to compete with.<br> <br>Theodore, began examining each weapon, one at a time. Many of those who had begun with mithril or the black unknown ore but later changed to iron ore were weeded out. Their items were of the poorest level of blacksmithing. They were just weapons or items in shape with no or little benefits. One hundred such participants were eliminated.<br> <br> <br>Pallidus looked at the remaining participants, ‘11’. He said counted under his breath. All twelve participants were still there, none of them had fallen to the vices. They were far too dedicated to blacksmithing to fall to such petty tricks. Mithril could only be forged by those who had the understanding and practice of it. And it was a known rule blacksmiths will never try to forge the unknown. It would be plain foolish to do so. The apprentices knew this and stuck with what they knew.<br> <br>The items forged were then lined up for Theodore and each participant was requested to stand in front of their respective items. Most players had made swords although there were a few axes and even a spear. Those who stood beside Weed smirked; the elf was only capable of forging a tiny knife. It was only rightly for them to do so, as they had made these powerful high level weapons. Few blacksmiths were even able to add a little elemental property to it.<br> <br>After examining each weapon carefully, Theodore looked at the group of remaining participants and smiled. “Well done. You all have shown you understand the basics of blacksmithing. It is now time for the second task, you must make me something unique, something that I have not seen.”<br><br><br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>Authors Note:<br><br>1. Edited by Knaivvs.<br>2. A special thanks to Twelve for co authoring this chapter and many more to come. I will be posting a lot more about this. :) Thanks mate, these chapters couldn't have happened without you.<br><br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Connect to Royal Road – Elementarem Vim next Chapter?</td></tr><tr><td colspan="2"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=399" target="_blank">Yes</a></td><td colspan="2"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=348" target="_blank">No</a></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- </div>

After waiting for another hour or so, Theodore stepped out of his cabin along with two other dwarves and stared at the participants. “Let us begin.” He roared. The some players raised their hammers and forging equipment like warriors and cheered back in agreement. Almost simultaneously, all participants received a pop up window; TRRRINNGGG! | Theodore’s Test is about to begin!Follow Theodore to the testing grounds! | | --- | Theodore smiled and began descending the cabin stairs. Players who had crowded around the cabin moved away to give the three dwarves space to lead the way. The army of blacksmiths crossed headed east till they reached the eastern face of the North Mountain Pass Range. At the foot of the mountain, near the edge of the forest; stood about twenty dwarves holding shields and spears. They stood in a circle as if they were protecting someone behind their backs. As they saw Theodore, they moved away to reveal next to their feet a freshly dug up hole. Theodore began descending towards the dwarf guards and the players followed. The players noticed as they climbed down the odd innumerable number of holes and pits dug in the ground; the dwarves were a sneaky bunch they thought. They must have prepared the other dead end holes as decoys to throw of strangers. Only one player thought otherwise…he just happened to be the very person who had dug all the holes on the eastern face of this mountain. After talking to the guards, Theodore jumped down the hole. Players were getting excited; all the previous competitions were held out in the open this one appeared to be special. With guards protecting the entrance and checks to ensure only participants were allowed inside. The audience which had followed the group complained and whined that they could not follow further, some were plain jealous that the blacksmiths were receiving access to a new hidden area. The hole was no more than 7 feet deep and 3 feet wide. The hole opened up to a tiny passage, just wide enough for one person. Lit up by a flaming torches every hundred feet, barely helped the players as they stumbled and fumbled while marching in a single file. With no ventilation shafts in sight given the large number of people, one would have expected to players suffocate. Oddly the ventilation was perfect. Nobody noticed these small details, except for Weed who paid attention to every little detail before him. The players began whispering to each other wondering where was it that they were being taken. Never before did any of the previous tests / competitions to be an apprentice have such heavy security deployment. Nor was there ever a secret tunnel that they walked through to get to the competition grounds. Were these signs of wars brewing? Players wondered as they quietly followed Theodore. The tiny passage began becoming wider and wider. The soil footpath was replaced with rugged mats and then marble flooring. The walls too changed from soil and rocks to, brick shaped stones. “This is a Dwarven City! We are going to a dwarven city!” someone exclaimed as players took notice of the changing surrounding. Everyone was excited, this was turning out to be more than a shortcut to learn dwarvish blacksmithing skills. For most players, the only way to visit a dwarf city is to go to the next Air Kingdom City, Skyholm. There were rumors of a dwarf city near the Northern Mountain range, but no one had been able to find it. The passage opened up into a large hall with hundreds of tall white pillars towering into the air…Players followed them with their eyes only to see darkness. So high was the ceiling, that the players could not see it! Theodore faced the players now and spoke, “Welcome to the practice forging halls of the North Mountain Range City.” Murmurs broke out amongst the audience; this was indeed the Northern Mountain Range City. “The competition will take place in three stages; I will declare what you must make each round and I will also judge the pieces forged. I will decide when the time is up and how many participants will be allowed to the next round. Any questions?” One of the human players in the crowd shouted out, “How can we make something if we don’t know how long we have?” It was a reasonable question given that players would need to plan before forging. If they made something too quickly, then it might lack detail and defeat was granted. Forge something that required too much time and suffer from disqualification for not completing the piece on time. Theodore looked at the human and smiled. He knew each and every participant here. The one who spoke up was in particular a whiner. “Figure it out Weyland; my competition, my rules. If you don’t like it too bad, you’re welcome to give up!” Weyland looked around for support but finding none to back him quickly shut him up. Theodore had always been fickle when it came to the second tests rules. There was nothing rigid about them. The tests were always different and always came with their own twists and turns. “Are there any penalties?” asked another human player. Weed was surprised there would be penalties in a test like this. However, those who participated before knew that Theodore would never say it but would eventually disclose penalties as the round neared the end. Theodore scowled, he enjoyed springing up penalties in the last few minutes to scare the players. He was just deprived of that joy, he mentally noted to fail Skeeth for ruining his surprise. The apprentices who were hidden away in the crowd sighed. If they had learnt one thing about Theodore through numerous participations, it was that you never ruin his fun. “Yes, there are penalties. If you are disqualified you shall not be able to return to Northern Mountain Range City for the next one year. We dwarves are proud of our work, that is why we must be strict with our training.” Players wanted to argue back but none dared to. Theodore was known for being ruthless and unreasonable in his tests. While some players cribbed about the severe penalty, it helped others decide that completing the item was more important than detailing. Most players here didn’t come here to win anyways, so they decided it was best not to be penalized. “At the base of each pillar, you will find a forge set up.” Theodore pointed in the direction of a dwarf guard who stood beside a pillar. At Theodore cue, he removed a small latch and opened a small window. From outside the pillars appeared to be sturdy pieces which supported the ceiling however they were empty from inside and served as chimneys. You will be provided with all equipment and necessary ores for the first round. Everyone please take your positions near a forge.” Players quietly made their way to a stove. Everyone had taken the weapons license test and found this very similar. As they walked, their footsteps echoed across the ridiculously gigantic hall; no one dared to talk or whisper, in the fear that they would be heard. A single pillar was at least 3 meters in radius and the furnace was heated from the inside with magma. Ideally, better the heating conditions better the item forged. Magma was considered as the most premium and ideal heat source for blacksmithing. Many participants had never worked with such a forge before. It was because magma furnaces were only found in dwarven cities or in the forges of fire kingdom. Once everyone one was in their positions, Theodore spoke again. “Let us finally begin the last apprentice test. The first task is to build a useful item!” TRRRINNGG! | First Task – “The first task is to build a useful item!” | | --- | The blacksmiths were relieved; it was a rather simple task. However some players had doubts, the task was too vague to refer to for guidance and clues, this was also level C quest. It could never be something so simple. Those who thought simplistically went with forging a sword. Apart from being something every adventurer needs, it also happened to be something that they were most well versed in making. Most blacksmiths practiced forging swords as they could be sold off to players later at a reasonable price; two birds one stone. Players took out their forging equipment from the bags provided to them, basic hammer and basic molds etc. It appeared to be a test of skill rather than creativity. Those who had advanced their level far enough in one month’s practice smiled away gleefully, this round was in the bag. Those who didn’t groaned in pity. Ores were placed in common areas accessible to all. There were three types of ores available in this round. Firstly there was the Iron pile, the most commonly available ore. There was a smaller pile of silvery metal, Mithril, a very rare type of ore. Lastly, a black pile of ore which nobody was able to identify. At once most players rushed towards the Mithril and grabbed however much of it they could. They had never been able to use it as a raw material, so this was a good chance for leveling up their skills using rare materials. As the pile of Mithril ran out, some dwarves came running along and poured more mithril on the common area. Some players rushed again to collect some more mithril, this time to pocket some for themselves. Most players stuffed their inventory with mithril. When Weed saw players pocketing the ore for themselves, Weed cursed his luck for being an elf. Precious ore that could rarely be found was laying here in front of him for free and he lacked the ability to carry it lest he wished to be slowed down. Weed stared at the three piles of ores in front of him, mithril was the most alluring of the three. Weed was really tempted to use it, but since he had never done so before, he let go of the opportunity to do so. Weed then pensively stared at the black unknown ore. It could be the wild trump card, Weed thought to himself. However, this too was something he had never worked with before, the risks were too high. Weed finally picked up iron ore and left with it. Thor had been silently observing Weed, picked up mithril and headed back to his stove. Cynbel, picked up mithril and iron after seeing Thor’s selection. Neither of the players was interested in pocketing mithril for themselves, it wasn’t what they were here for. Pallidus stared at the pile for a while and went with iron ore as well. When everyone had headed back to their stoves, a female human participant in the far corner of the hall made her way to the ore pile. Some players snorted, one person out of the competition; time was of the essence. While others were hammering away, the woman stared at the pile before making her selection. Nobody but Cynbel who was closest to her, noticed she took all three types of ores. Weed began with what he had learned; melting and refining. Though he was still not very good with elemental control, Weed devised a method which best suited him. He would melt the ore in the furnace and then pass it through filters. The crucial difference being, he would apply earth element during the refining process. Training under Tizen had been arduous. However, based from what Weed saw, he realized, that elemental control was a matter of concentration and imagination. He had to mentally visualize the liquid ore and then sense each and every speck of impurity and imagine it being pulled away byy a mysterious force. Though mana was abundant, given his low mana conversion stat, the entire exercise put a huge strain on Weed’s stamina. All the participants around Weed were dwarvish blacksmiths, they snickered away as they saw Weed using advance blacksmithing to refine the ore. ‘One less person to worry about’ they thought to themselves. Once finished with the refining of the ore, Weed began with molding the knife. Weed concentrated as hard as he could on making a knife. On what it would look like, on the fact it would be strong and sharp, and on the idea of it being useful. He had learned earlier that concentration was vital to getting better pieces and that they would be closer to what he wanted. Time was ticking away, most players who had taken mithril to work with were seen running back to the ore pile and picking up iron ore. Their creations with mithril had turned into disaster. Mithril was a high level ore and required knowledge and skill to be used. Simply, having a high level in blacksmithing did not provide qualification to be able to use any material or technique. Practice and understanding were important elements as well. Weed was painfully aware of this. Even though he could use elemental blacksmithing, he could not use it. It was also illustrated with repairing of the shield, high skill level or points in a stat didn’t guarantee the desired outcome. Soon after, a wave of players who had selected the black unknown material returned to the pile of ores and chose iron. The black ore was too tough for them shape. Weed smiled happily, he was happy he chose iron. It was a calculated decision he had made. He had worked with it millions of times and knew each color and smell of it as if he were born and raised in a molten iron field. As Weed worked he applied small quantities of affinity to the piece, a little fire and water, a little more earth and wind. He changed the compositions of the affinity applied based on the process he was at. When tempering, he would sprinkle water and control the smallest of droplets to fall as he wanted them too. When annealing, he would push the cool the wind at the rate he chose. As the competition was in Air Kingdom, there were participants of either, Air or Earth affinity present only. Weed was in the minority group of neutral, life and force. Majority of the players were primary elemental users. The elemental users were unmatched to neutral users when it came to applying their elements in dwarvish blacksmithing. However, they had an uneven technique where they could only improved one affinity. Though, other blacksmiths had been practicing dwarfish blacksmithing for a much longer period than Weed and had better elemental control, in the end, they were not like Weed or the other neutrals who had uniform control over the elements. Weed was at dwarvish blacksmithing beginner level 3. This forging progress was worse than a snail. Since, Weed understood his limitations; he intentionally chose a small piece to work with. TRRRINGG! | The Craftsmen’s Knife – Durability 250/250Made through a strong desire for use and improvement, this knife never requires sharpening. Due to the elemental balance found in the blade there are some minor effects granted to the user. The fire makes the blade cut cleaner, the air helps it cut faster, the water smoother, and the earth gives it strength. The four elements are in harmony.This knife will grant its user a +1 to the level of any crafting skill that it is being used for.Restrictions: No Level Restriction, No Affinity Restriction, Only helps with crafting. | | --- | Having read the knife’s stats Weed thought that it had in fact turned out to be pretty useful. In fact it would probably help him with this competition. He put the knife on the table in front of his forge under the spot for task one. Just as he did so, Theodore raised his hands. At once, players had to stop whatever they were doing and move away from the forge. About six players did not move away, and hurriedly scrambled to take their items out the forge, Theodore mercilessly disqualified them. Nobody showed pity for them, there was no room for cheaters in their hearts. Then another fifty or so users, who had been pocketing mithril were disqualified on the grounds of stealing. “You are here to forge something new, but you foolishly gave into your greed.” Theodore said as the thieving players were dragged away by guards. Their punishment didn’t end with just disqualification but also a one month imprisonment for stealing. The group pleaded and begged for reconsideration. They called out for support and others to their help. Again nobody showed any pity, they were just happy that there were fewer people to compete with. Theodore, began examining each weapon, one at a time. Many of those who had begun with mithril or the black unknown ore but later changed to iron ore were weeded out. Their items were of the poorest level of blacksmithing. They were just weapons or items in shape with no or little benefits. One hundred such participants were eliminated. Pallidus looked at the remaining participants, ‘11’. He said counted under his breath. All twelve participants were still there, none of them had fallen to the vices. They were far too dedicated to blacksmithing to fall to such petty tricks. Mithril could only be forged by those who had the understanding and practice of it. And it was a known rule blacksmiths will never try to forge the unknown. It would be plain foolish to do so. The apprentices knew this and stuck with what they knew. The items forged were then lined up for Theodore and each participant was requested to stand in front of their respective items. Most players had made swords although there were a few axes and even a spear. Those who stood beside Weed smirked; the elf was only capable of forging a tiny knife. It was only rightly for them to do so, as they had made these powerful high level weapons. Few blacksmiths were even able to add a little elemental property to it. After examining each weapon carefully, Theodore looked at the group of remaining participants and smiled. “Well done. You all have shown you understand the basics of blacksmithing. It is now time for the second task, you must make me something unique, something that I have not seen.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Authors Note: 1. Edited by Knaivvs. 2. A special thanks to Twelve for co authoring this chapter and many more to come. I will be posting a lot more about this. :) Thanks mate, these chapters couldn't have happened without you. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | Connect to Royal Road – Elementarem Vim next Chapter? | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | [Yes](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=399) | | [No](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=348) | | --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Well, I did say that I have up to Chapter 5 written out, so I'm throwing Chapter 3 to the wolves while I work on Chapter 6. <br><br>Your sacrifice won't be forgotten *salutes*<br><br>*<br>A hunting party walked through the forest in search of the King Salamander.<br><br>They had received the commission while passing through a distant village. The difficulty rating was C, so the reward is likely to be pretty good.<br><br>The forest was silent except for the rustling of dead leaves as the party carefully made their way through the forest.<br><br>Suddenly, they heard a singing voice. The voice was mournful and full of sorrow, sounding oddly nostalgic as it tugged at the heart strings:<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">"Heaven, I'm in Heaven,<br>And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak...<br>And I seem to find the happiness I seek,<br>When we are out together dancing cheek to cheek..."*</span><br><br>"A Bard..."<br><br>A bard was one of the classes that you can play in Royal Road. Through the means of songs, they can support the party by buffing and healing the party. They weren't very good alone though, since they had weaker stats than the combat classes, making this purely support.<br><br>It suggested another party was in the area though, and they decided to head in the direction of the singing voice. Their leader, a Thief by the name of Zeke, led the way.<br><br>There were sounds of fighting as they drew nearer. It seemed to be drawing to a conclusion though. All this time, the singing voice continued singing mournfully.<br><br>The strumming of a stringed instrument could be picked up from the distance. It didn't sync properly with the lyrics of the song. Oddly but not of note, it seemed to coincide with the sound of blades slashing at something.<br><br>The party soon approached a scene of a concluded battle. One of the party members threw up at the sight. Blood, blue in color, could be seen everywhere, painting even the barks of trees in a deep blue.<br><br>A giant corpse lay there, heavily mutilated by wide slash marks here and there. From the red scales that could be discerned from the blue blood that covered the body, it appeared to be the King Salamander that they were sent to hunt.<br><br>"We have arrived too late..."<br><br>Other than the corpse, there was no one else around. The corpse wasn't properly looted as well...<br><br>As the party stood there staring dumbfounded by the sight, the singing voice was fading away as the song drew to a close...<br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br>"Come on and dance with me,<br>I want my arms about you,<br>Those Charms about you,<br>will carry me through...<br><br>... to Heaven, I'm in Heaven,<br>And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak...<br>And I seem to find the happiness I seek,<br>When we are out together, dancing cheek to cheek..."*<br><br>*Lyrics from "Cheek to Cheek", written by Irving Berlin (1936)<br></span><br>**<br>As it turns out, I joined at a good time; this particular batch of trainees were to become squires and soldiers at the castle, and were sent here to be trained.<br><br>Also, they were only in for their first week, so I was not drastically behind in terms of curriculum.<br><br>That was what I found out later when I asked around.<br><br>2 hours after I logged off to catch a break, I logged back in for the basic training course. By that time, it was early morning in game, so I was early, which was a good thing.<br><br>The other trainees consisted of mostly players and NPCs and over the next 10 minutes they assembled, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes, stretching and yawning.<br><br>The Chief Trainer didn't show up, but one of his goons did. His name was Altaire, as shown by a name tag sewn on top of his breast pocket. He was clean shaven with a full head of black hair, and had a rather bulky guild. He scowled and said in what he taught was his fierce voice, which made him sound like he was gargling pebbles:<br><br>"Alright, maggots!! Welcome to another day of Hell. I would get on pounding your ugly carcasses if I had not realised we had a newcomer to you lot. What's your name, laddie?"<br><br>Again, the rusty old soldier decided to speak up. Simultaneously.<br><br>"Trainee Howard, Instructor!!"<br><br>"Oho, you seem to have suffered greatly in the past, I see. Any previous soldiering experience?"<br><br>"Only pounding up every other bleeder I came across for the past 5 years, instructor!!" I decided to embellish my past a little bit. Building a reputation never hurt anyone.<br><br>"Pounded, eh? Well, you will find us a different plate of clams here; tough to crack, and hard to chew!!" Instructor Altaire pounded his chest as he gave a hearty laugh.<br><br>"Alright, now that you lot have made yer acquaintance, it's time to soften ya up a little bit, so's that I can mold ya into real fighters. 15 rounds around the square, and make it snappy."<br><br>My happy delusions soon came crashing down on me.<br><br>Normally, in most games, you merely do slightly more tutorial stages, simple things such as hitting weak mobs like slimes or something.<br><br>In contrast, the basic training program in Royal Road consisted of two phases: physical training and combat training, spread over 4 weeks. In Virtual Reality, at that. It was aimed at new players who were stuck in the city for 4 weeks, so think of as your average basic military training of about 4 months, compressed into a single month.<br><br>Needless to say, the training was rigorous. For the first two weeks of training, morning consisted of jogging many rounds around the drill hall to build up stamina and vitality. "A healthy mind comes with a healthy body," the instructors would chant, like a mantra as they did completely not-monk things like throwing in a few extra sets of exercises just because they didn't like my face.<br><br>And the worst part was, that was merely a warm up to loosen up tense muscles and get the heart rate rising.<br><br>This was followed by physical training. Litres of sweat must be spilt everyday, as the instructors made us go through the works: push ups, sit ups, crunches, burpees, you name it, they spent 4 to 5 hours making us perform the exercise. This was followed by sprints and an obstacle course that seemed to change each time.<br><br>I noticed this: during a particular training, a certain stat could be boosted by about 1 point. Each portion of the training was aimed at boosting a a particular stat. Throughout the course, each time I finished a particular stage, a message would appear, sometimes in multiple instances:<br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br>[Your vitality/strength/agility/stamina has increased by one point.]</span><br><br>I was rather impressed at the game's ability to reflect and imitate real life, but isn't this taking it a bit too far?<br><br>Nevertheless, I was known back then for my ability to endure all sorts of hellish events. Where others would fall back, I would persist like a cockroach, which was truly ironic considering my lazy nature.<br><br>Despite my scruples regarding the futility of effort, I did not disagree outright against putting in effort.<br><br>If I live a happier and healthier lifestyle as a result of that effort, there was no reason not to do this, the efforts were all beneficial without any loss except that of my time, which I earn back by gaining a few extra years to my life time. And all the food I eat has to go somewhere right?<br><br>Perhaps, it is less of me being lazy and more about me being rational here. Either that or I'm just plain lazy.<br><br>Regardless, I had no complaints about participating actively in the training. It will all come to an end soon anyway.<br><br>As such, I was one of two players out of the 15 that joined to survive the physical training phase. The rest, coming from pampered backgrounds and weren't able to take it (due to massive cultural shock), had quit the training, taken a stipend for their time, and moved on in search of future endeavors.<br><br>I wish them all the best, I sincerely do.<br><br>The other player that stayed on was a guy called Blake. He was from Europe, apparently, and had some background as a martial artist. Hmmmm... Considering that this is Virtual Reality, there is some merit to this.<br><br>You will have better control over your movements and are able to the skills to better land attacks with greater power, speed and accuracy. While that advantage is not absolute, little advantages come together and accumulate to create an immense edge over the opponent.<br><br>The idea for being strong, therefore, was to obtain as many advantages as possible. Bonus points for building upon them. But this would take a lot of time, as well as effort, to do.<br><br>I wasn't prepared to devote resources into raising a game character that would be eventually deleted, though.<br><br>Nevertheless, I liked the process of growth. I haven't gained any levels, but already I earned at least 20 points in each stat. Royal Road seems to actively reward the virtues of hard work through small ways.<br><br>I liked this aspect of the game, since P2W elements were a much smaller portion of building stats. And a little bit goes a long way...<br><br>Much like other MMORPGs, Royal Road had websites where you could pick up gear and other requests with real life currency. I know for sure that I wouldn't be using those any day now.<br><br>New stats were also generated upon meeting certain requirements. For instance, after a particularly gruelling training session:<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Fighting Spirit Stat generated.<br><br>[Allows you to cow weaker monsters with the force of your will. Also allows the user to call upon superhuman strength temporarily. You cannot assign points to this stat, and it arbitrarily rises according to the user's actions.]</span><br><br>After the first two weeks, I had 5 points in that stat. It's not much, but it was a start.<br><br>Leadership and Luck wouldn't increase no matter what I did, but I'm guessing that it was dependent on certain actions.<br><br>The two weeks, as I foretold, soon came to a close. I have gained much from the training, gaining 20 or so points to each stat except Fighting Spirit, Leadership and Luck. However, it was just the beginning of my troubles...<br><br>***<br><span style="font-style: italic;">In game, the Sleepy Fortress. </span><br><br>"Eh, where could he be?"<br><br>A young girl wearing a bandanna was searching high and low for something, or someone.<br><br>She had a short build and a childlike face, making her seem younger than her actual age. Above the avatar was the given in-game name, "Lilee".<br><br>"I did tell him to come here, right?"<br><br>The girl looked worried as she continued to run all about the city searching.<br><br>****<br><span style="font-style: italic;">Back in the Warrior's Guild:</span><br><br>The second portion of the course was combat practice. Each day, We would assemble at the drill hall equipped with the gear given to us.<br><br>We were shown several basic sequences to practice and we would practice using the dummies that were laid in front of us.<br><br>An instructor would stand there with us and call out the sequence to perform, shouting out the cadence as we attack according to the sequence.<br><br>For instance:<br><br>"Sequence 5!!"<br><br>"Forehand, backhand, thrust, parry, thrust, thrust, forehand side," we would echo.<br><br>This was executed according to the cadence called out. Initially it was slow to help us get used to it, but eventually the instructor would speed it up, eventually mixing up the timing to keep us on our toes.<br><br>Footwork training was also incorporated into the drills, adding to the difficulty.<br><br>Overtime, we were given armor to maintain and use in the drills. According to the instructor, warriors wear up to 3 kinds of armor going into battle, with leather armor under a suit of chain mail, topped with plate armor.<br><br>This, coupled with the use of a shield allows for the best defense, but required immense amounts of strength and stamina to be used effectively in battle. Furthermore, it slows down the user considerably.<br><br>This can be alleviated by wearing less armor, but at the cost of defense. Interesting.<br><br>However, the wooden sword that I was given weighed heavily on my hands, and my movements weren't very sharp. As such, I was lagging behind.<br><br>Blake had told me that the Sword Mastery skill had generated in his second day attacking the dummy, and was further improved during combat.<br><br>I wasn't too surprised, but my lack of weapon mastery was becoming apparent with the increasing difficulty of the weapon drills, where more complex and complicated sequences are called out with increasingly irregular timing.<br><br>While the swords in the other trainees' hands made beautiful sounds as they struck the practice dummy, I was slowly being left in the dirt despite me putting in the effort for once.<br><br>We had sparring lessons in between. I was able to win once or twice, but over time I lost handily every battle.<br><br>There was combat experience given each fight, but the victor claimed the lion's share of it. As such, the disparity between the trainees widened over time.<br><br>*******<br><br>A weird thing occurred during a training session.<br><br>We were attacking the practice dummy that day with our swords.<br><br>As always, I was having a bit of trouble, and the instructor had already come by a few times to correct my technique.<br><br>"Sequence 4!!"<br><br>This calls for a thrust, upper slash, spin and vertical slash. The spin was added for several purposes: to mess with the timing of the opponent who was expecting the slash according to the timing, to add impetus to my slash, or to suddenly switch moves and targets during the spin. For the sake of training, we were using the vertical slash.<br><br>This called for a good grasp of timing to use properly, but it was plenty deadly if it lands.<br><br>As I prepare to execute the command.<br><br>A suffocating feeling could be felt. It was palpable, and sent chills down my spine. I found it hard to breathe, and my pulse was rising in excitement.<br><br>What was that feeling? I couldn't resist turning my head to look as I looked round to find the source of that... commanding aura.<br><br>In the distance, I could see a slim figure. It was difficult to see, but I had a feeling that he was observing the lesson... Nevertheless, the involuntary movement drew attention from my instructor.<br><br>"Trainee Howard!! Quit daydreaming!! Drop and give me 100!!"<br><br>I broke out my revelry as I complied with the command, getting on the floor and performing 100 push ups.<br><br>"Good. Now don't doze off on this old geezer now."<br><br>"Sequence 7!!"<br><br>I went back to hitting the dummy, but I could not shrug off that feeling.<br><br>That day, I was distracted, and my technique was terrible as a result. The instructor had me perform additional exercises afterwards.<br><br>********<br><br>During the 3rd week, I was heckled by Lili regarding my progress. I was having lunch at the field when she came over.<br><br>"Howard!!"<br><br>Ah... Music to my ears. She sounded rather upset though, I wonder what was the matter?<br><br>"How come I couldn't find you in game?! Did you even start playing at all?"<br>Ah, so that was that reason.<br><br>"Don't worry, Lili. I'm currently playing the game. It's just that I'm busy with a little something."<br><br>"What is it?" Lili's eyes shone as she looked at me hopefully. Just like a child, honestly...<br><br>"Shan't tell."<br><br>"Ehhhhh??!"<br><br>I sounded like a tease. Even I would react like that. Serves ya right, Lili.<br><br>"Now, now, just be on your way. Big brother's got things to do."<br><br>"Y-Y-You...You!!"<br><br> I ran across the field, laughing happily, as I was chased by a girl that barely reached my chest in terms of. height. She did seem red in the face though, but I attributed that to anger.<br><br>At dinner that night, my parents and siblings asked me what I was up to for the past few days.<br><br>"Just trying out Royal Road."<br><br>Wrong answer. I was suddenly set upon by my family like a pack of dogs competing for a kill.<br><br>"Do you need help with something?"<br><br>"Join my guild, we will help train you!!"<br><br>"What are you saying? Older brother has to join my guild!! We will surely do a better job raising him as a character."<br><br>"Oh? Glad to see that you are taking up the family business, son."<br><br>Honestly, my family is a weird one. But it was oddly warming, having the same interests...<br><br>Perhaps we shall come together and hunt one day.<br><br>But not before I level up considerably.<br><br>*********<br><br>But before I could do even that, I have other problems to deal with.<br><br>This is getting frustrating.<br><br>Each and every time, the slim figure would appear during training and observe.<br><br>It was distracting. I could feel his eyes on my back as I struggled to perform the given sequence according to the timing.<br><br>As though... he was assessing me, or somehow willing me to fail.<br><br>And it was working. My sword technique slowly worsened as time went on.<br><br>I took a lot of punishment.<br><br>Eventually, I will be expelled if this keeps up.<br><br>"How annoying," I muttered to myself as I swiped angrily at the training dummy<br><br>"WHAT WAS THAT, TRAINEE HOWARD?!"<br><br>"Nothing, Instructor..."<br><br>All this time, the slim figure remained in the distance, watching.<br><br>Is he some kind of stalker or something?!<br><br>**********<br><br>On the 2nd day of the 3rd week, I was called up to the chief instructor's office.<br><br>"Well, looks like we lost another."<br><br>"What a waste, at the last week too."<br><br>"It was nice knowing you."<br><br>"All the best in your future endeavors."<br><br>Enduring the snide remarks from my fellow trainees, I walked to the office, trepidation in my heart.<br><br>The Instructor was there, looking through his notes.<br><br>"Good afternoon, Sir." I greeted him with a salute.<br><br>"Hm." The Chief Instructor accepted my greeting with a grunt.<br><br>He set down the notes, and said to the figure standing in the shadows.<br><br>"You mean to say that this scrawny brat managed to sense your killing intent and responded to it?"<br><br>"That is correct," came a bored voice.<br><br>A man clad in purple plate armor walked out from the shadows.<br><br>The man, like the Old Blacksmith from before, was wiry. The armor was ornate and form fitting, showing a slim build. He wore a helmet with a dragon motif carved on it, which obscured some of his facial features.<br><br>"And you are saying..." The Chief instructor looked at me, doubt on his face. Gee, thanks, Sir. Good to know that you had so much faith in me.<br><br>"He has what it takes." was the brief reply.<br><br>"But he's not very good at swordplay..."<br><br>"Did I say that I wanted to teach him sword skills?"<br><br>Huh? What is all this about sword skills? About killing intent?<br><br>The Chief Instructor steepled his fingers and breathed out slowly.<br><br>"You need help, trainee. This is a warrior that is just passing by. His name here is -"<br><br>The Chief Instructor paused in his speech as he consulted a piece of paper.<br><br>"... Kite. He has offered to tutor someone in the way of the sword. I decided... No, he has chosen to teach you. You must be really bad at this if you needed remedial..."<br><br>Eh? Remedial?<br><br>But that was how I met the warrior that had introduced himself as Kite.<br><br>**********<br><br>"Hi, I'm Kite. I'm -"<br><br>"- A stalker."<br><br>I was pretty miffed about being messed with.<br><br>"Hahaha... sorry about that. If there's anything I could do to make up for it..."<br><br>"Well... there is one thing."<br><br>Woah, the hope meter just went over 9000!!<br><br>Too bad I'm feeling like an asshole as of current.<br><br>"Your still beating heart, roasted on a spit."<br><br>"Uhhhh..."<br><br>Kite seemed sad, but strangely it only served to make him look angrier.<br><br>"I'm kidding. So you are my... coach of sorts right?"<br><br>"Yeah. You got the right stuff for what I have in mind."<br><br>"Oh? What is it?" Interesting... I think this might make up for all that crap I went through...<br><br>"It's. A. Secret." Kite winked.<br><br>That night, I made sure to wash my eyes thoroughly with cold water and soap.<br><br>***********<br><br>After meeting with Kite, I went back to the drill hall to finish the session, but I was distracted throughout.<br><br>"Your technique worsens when you are distracted. What's up with you?"<br><br>My friends tried to ask about my time at the office earlier. No, that's putting it to lightly. Rather, they attempted to wheedle, threaten, interrogate, or speculate it out of me.<br><br>"Come now, you know that I didn't mean what I said earlier..."<br><br>"Tell us what happened earlier. Were you expelled?"<br><br>"How come he's still here then?"<br><br>"Tell me or I'll pummel ya!!"<br><br>Bloody idiots. I was content with keeping my mouth shut (considering what I saw), but they would not leave me alone if I did, so I just blurted out:<br><br>"I have to go for remedial training..."<br><br>BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!<br><br>Laughter exploded from the other trainees!! What bloody bastards!!<br><br>"That was it?! Ahahaha..."<br><br>"That's the first I heard of this, hahahhaha..."<br><br>"You are truly one of a kind, you know?"<br><br>Blake wiped the tears from his eyes and put a hand around my shoulder.<br><br>"Don't worry, we understand. Work hard, we shall graduate together."<br><br>I looked around. The other trainees had stopped laughing and had a serious face on. That would have some manly feels... If I didn't see a particularly tickled trainee still chuckling. I made a note to myself to channel the Chief Instructor later on regarding his belongings.<br><br>I decided to put on a brave smile, at least to gather back whatever manly atmosphere remained.<br><br>"Yeah."<br><br>NPC or player, these were friends that were brought together by circumstance, that stuck through thick and thin with me. We went through the same crap together, ate together, and slept in the same bunk. Even if we were to part ways after the four weeks, it was friendships that stay with you for a lifetime.<br><br>That was what I thought... Until I remembered that only Blake was a player character. The rest were all NPCs.<br><br>Damn, Virtual Reality. You are good...<br><br>***********<br><br>After that day, every night in game, I would stay back in the drill hall, and Kite would tutor me.<br><br>For all that "killing intent", Kite turned out to be a nice guy. Really. It was just that his voice and the look on his face... It had the "I'll KILL YA" look to it. Couple it with piercing eyes and a permanent scowl...<br><br>That of thing tends to put people on guard. Really.<br><br>I still haven't forgotten what I saw the other day, either, despite my valiant attempts to do so.<br><br>Nevertheless, on our first lesson:<br><br>"Boy. Give this weapon a try."<br><br>He handed me an iron spear. It was a wooden shaft, about 2 metres in length with a spear head in the shape of an arrowhead attached to it.<br><br>It felt heavy holding it, but it felt good. For once a weapon felt balanced and smooth in my hand.<br><br>"This is a short spear. The shaft has been shortened for the sake of easier handling. This would be what we will be using for your training."<br><br>"Shortened? How long is a spear normally?"<br><br>I suppose that I was stuck in the delusion that spears were a lot shorter normally. I blame Tarzan for this. Really.<br><br>"About 3 metres, although historically it has been known to go up to 5 metres in length in extreme cases."<br><br>3 meters? That is pretty long... No wonder spears had slow attack speed ratings in most games.<br><br>"The length makes the spear plenty legit as a weapon. Keep that in mind."<br><br>I tried to conjure up what I knew about spears from my prior knowledge...<br><br>... and drew a blank.<br><br>Then again, I never used a spear or pole weapon. It was mostly a two handed weapon, which denied me the option of using a shield. One less piece of equipment equals less stats, so I favored something like a sword-shield combination for its versatility...<br><br>Until now.<br><br>"Alright. Let's see what you make of it."<br><br>He pointed at the dummy that was set in front of him.<br><br>Feeling rather foolish, I jabbed at the dummy... But when I tried to withdraw the weapon, I couldn't. Kite had grabbed the shaft.<br><br>"No, no, not like that. You used both your hands right? That wasn't wrong, but there is a lot of weaknesses with that method. For one thing, it takes twice the muscle control to attack. This slows you down and that means that I can grab the shaft or break it unless you can withdraw it quickly."<br><br>Kite released the shaft.<br><br>"Instead, since you are new, try this instead: with your leading hand, have a light grip on the shaft. Your back hand is doing most of the control, the leading hand is for the sake of stability.."<br><br>He showed me the proper stance to take when wielding a spear.<br><br>The spear jab was a bit faster, and I could control it better now. Kite continued on as he warmed up to the topic:<br><br>"When you stand like this, you are presenting less of yourself for your opponent to target. This also lets you control the weapon better. The issue, I feel, is that because of the wide movements involved with a pole weapon, it makes it easier to get guarded. When slashing or smashing, is is also dependent on the rotation of your hips as well as your hands and arms..."<br><br>He also threw in other tips as we slowly practiced... If you could call them tips at all, more like a strategy guide:<br><br>"... You have the longer weapon, in most cases you should have a set distance between you and the opponent in order to take advantage of your longer reach. Once your opponent gets within your range of attack, it is difficult for you to do much."<br><br>"The thing about the pole arm was that it added a ton of angular momentum to a single swing, making it great for penetrating armor!!"<br><br>"It is cheap and easy to make, so you could mass manufacture these to arm your infantry!!"<br><br>"... Fluster and heckle your opponent with a flurry of stabs, then when an opening presents itself, commit to it!!"<br><br>Turns out that the first stab I did wasn't wrong after all. This adds power to the attack, but causes you to commit a lot of movement to it, putting you in a jarring position. It was pretty dependent on the timing.<br><br>Throughout, he gave me small tips to keep in mind as we delved deeper and deeper into the art of the spear. It was like having a coach, not that I had one since I wasn't very serious when it comes to sports...<br><br>Actually, let me make a correction. It was like having the encyclopedia rammed into your thick, numb skull, spine first.<br><br>Still, after the lessons, it was back to jabbing at the dummy.<br><br>"Even though I showed you all those tricks, your basics must be solid. An old man once said that a tree with deep roots would grow taller. Therefore, you must work on your fundamentals..."<br><br>Words of wisdom from the great warrior.<br><br>I was allowed to attack the dummy however I liked afterwards though, so I always did it quickly and do it properly, otherwise I would have to do it again.<br><br>I tried out different skills and tactics that I saw from martial art films. It was my one colorful moment in an otherwise boring training session.<br><br>Eventually, this skill was generated, and continued to grow during my remedial sessions with Kite:<br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br>Pole Weapon Mastery:<br><br>Increases the damage dealt and attack speed when using a pole weapon. No, this does not improve prowess for pole dancing.<br><br>Beginner Level 1/ 0%: +10% damage and 3% attack speed when using a pole weapon.<br></span><br>"..."<br><br>What an incredibly quirky skill description...<br><br>************<br><br>I was able to apply what I learnt in sword practice, but it felt rather linear.<br><br>Kite, regurgitating battle encyclopedia extraordinaire, had this to say:<br><br>"Different weapons call for different approaches, but the fundamentals are more or less the same in combat. Still, it might be better to pick a weapon you are suited with..."<br><br>So during a sparring session, on a whim, I asked the presiding Instructor for a spear.<br><br>It was a different one this time, a silent man with a slim build. Still, he handed me a spear without too much complaint. It was a wooden shaft that had no spear head, but one end of it was cut at an angle, leaving a rather sharp edge.<br><br>That drew comments from my friends.<br><br>"A spear..."<br><br>"What is he going to do with it?"<br><br>My sparring opponent this time was a trainee called Horton. He nodded approvingly at the spear.<br><br>"You seemed rather confident with that weapon. Your tutor did teach you something after all. Let's see what you are made of then!!"<br><br>"Literally or figuratively?"<br><br>With that smart comment, the fight started.<br><br>As expected, since his weapon had the lower reach, Horton choose to rush at me in an attempt to close the distance.<br><br>I fired off a series of stabs at different angles to slow him down. Several were blocked by the shield, but most of my hits found their mark. However, since they had little power behind it, they weren't killing blows, but still made the purpose of slowing him down and stopping him in his tracks.<br><br>Think of it as a striking snake, that strikes and withdraws quickly. That was what the concept was based around.<br><br>Still, Horton was made of sterner stuff, and now he choose a more methodical approach, advancing slowly with little movement. He was on his guard.<br><br>However, at this point, I went on the offensive, quickly closing the distance on the opponent. I caught him flat-footed.<br><br>Horton was expecting me to try and maintain my distance with him, and wasn't ready for my sudden lunge.<br><br>Again, the concept was based off the viper.<br><br>The weapon was pointed at his throat, and the training bout ended with my win.<br><br>*******************************************************************************************************<br><br>Back to writing Chapter 6 *flustered face* </div>

Well, I did say that I have up to Chapter 5 written out, so I'm throwing Chapter 3 to the wolves while I work on Chapter 6. Your sacrifice won't be forgotten *salutes* * A hunting party walked through the forest in search of the King Salamander. They had received the commission while passing through a distant village. The difficulty rating was C, so the reward is likely to be pretty good. The forest was silent except for the rustling of dead leaves as the party carefully made their way through the forest. Suddenly, they heard a singing voice. The voice was mournful and full of sorrow, sounding oddly nostalgic as it tugged at the heart strings: "Heaven, I'm in Heaven, And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak... And I seem to find the happiness I seek, When we are out together dancing cheek to cheek..."* "A Bard..." A bard was one of the classes that you can play in Royal Road. Through the means of songs, they can support the party by buffing and healing the party. They weren't very good alone though, since they had weaker stats than the combat classes, making this purely support. It suggested another party was in the area though, and they decided to head in the direction of the singing voice. Their leader, a Thief by the name of Zeke, led the way. There were sounds of fighting as they drew nearer. It seemed to be drawing to a conclusion though. All this time, the singing voice continued singing mournfully. The strumming of a stringed instrument could be picked up from the distance. It didn't sync properly with the lyrics of the song. Oddly but not of note, it seemed to coincide with the sound of blades slashing at something. The party soon approached a scene of a concluded battle. One of the party members threw up at the sight. Blood, blue in color, could be seen everywhere, painting even the barks of trees in a deep blue. A giant corpse lay there, heavily mutilated by wide slash marks here and there. From the red scales that could be discerned from the blue blood that covered the body, it appeared to be the King Salamander that they were sent to hunt. "We have arrived too late..." Other than the corpse, there was no one else around. The corpse wasn't properly looted as well... As the party stood there staring dumbfounded by the sight, the singing voice was fading away as the song drew to a close... "Come on and dance with me, I want my arms about you, Those Charms about you, will carry me through... ... to Heaven, I'm in Heaven, And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak... And I seem to find the happiness I seek, When we are out together, dancing cheek to cheek..."* *Lyrics from "Cheek to Cheek", written by Irving Berlin (1936) ** As it turns out, I joined at a good time; this particular batch of trainees were to become squires and soldiers at the castle, and were sent here to be trained. Also, they were only in for their first week, so I was not drastically behind in terms of curriculum. That was what I found out later when I asked around. 2 hours after I logged off to catch a break, I logged back in for the basic training course. By that time, it was early morning in game, so I was early, which was a good thing. The other trainees consisted of mostly players and NPCs and over the next 10 minutes they assembled, rubbing the sleep out of their eyes, stretching and yawning. The Chief Trainer didn't show up, but one of his goons did. His name was Altaire, as shown by a name tag sewn on top of his breast pocket. He was clean shaven with a full head of black hair, and had a rather bulky guild. He scowled and said in what he taught was his fierce voice, which made him sound like he was gargling pebbles: "Alright, maggots!! Welcome to another day of Hell. I would get on pounding your ugly carcasses if I had not realised we had a newcomer to you lot. What's your name, laddie?" Again, the rusty old soldier decided to speak up. Simultaneously. "Trainee Howard, Instructor!!" "Oho, you seem to have suffered greatly in the past, I see. Any previous soldiering experience?" "Only pounding up every other bleeder I came across for the past 5 years, instructor!!" I decided to embellish my past a little bit. Building a reputation never hurt anyone. "Pounded, eh? Well, you will find us a different plate of clams here; tough to crack, and hard to chew!!" Instructor Altaire pounded his chest as he gave a hearty laugh. "Alright, now that you lot have made yer acquaintance, it's time to soften ya up a little bit, so's that I can mold ya into real fighters. 15 rounds around the square, and make it snappy." My happy delusions soon came crashing down on me. Normally, in most games, you merely do slightly more tutorial stages, simple things such as hitting weak mobs like slimes or something. In contrast, the basic training program in Royal Road consisted of two phases: physical training and combat training, spread over 4 weeks. In Virtual Reality, at that. It was aimed at new players who were stuck in the city for 4 weeks, so think of as your average basic military training of about 4 months, compressed into a single month. Needless to say, the training was rigorous. For the first two weeks of training, morning consisted of jogging many rounds around the drill hall to build up stamina and vitality. "A healthy mind comes with a healthy body," the instructors would chant, like a mantra as they did completely not-monk things like throwing in a few extra sets of exercises just because they didn't like my face. And the worst part was, that was merely a warm up to loosen up tense muscles and get the heart rate rising. This was followed by physical training. Litres of sweat must be spilt everyday, as the instructors made us go through the works: push ups, sit ups, crunches, burpees, you name it, they spent 4 to 5 hours making us perform the exercise. This was followed by sprints and an obstacle course that seemed to change each time. I noticed this: during a particular training, a certain stat could be boosted by about 1 point. Each portion of the training was aimed at boosting a a particular stat. Throughout the course, each time I finished a particular stage, a message would appear, sometimes in multiple instances: [Your vitality/strength/agility/stamina has increased by one point.] I was rather impressed at the game's ability to reflect and imitate real life, but isn't this taking it a bit too far? Nevertheless, I was known back then for my ability to endure all sorts of hellish events. Where others would fall back, I would persist like a cockroach, which was truly ironic considering my lazy nature. Despite my scruples regarding the futility of effort, I did not disagree outright against putting in effort. If I live a happier and healthier lifestyle as a result of that effort, there was no reason not to do this, the efforts were all beneficial without any loss except that of my time, which I earn back by gaining a few extra years to my life time. And all the food I eat has to go somewhere right? Perhaps, it is less of me being lazy and more about me being rational here. Either that or I'm just plain lazy. Regardless, I had no complaints about participating actively in the training. It will all come to an end soon anyway. As such, I was one of two players out of the 15 that joined to survive the physical training phase. The rest, coming from pampered backgrounds and weren't able to take it (due to massive cultural shock), had quit the training, taken a stipend for their time, and moved on in search of future endeavors. I wish them all the best, I sincerely do. The other player that stayed on was a guy called Blake. He was from Europe, apparently, and had some background as a martial artist. Hmmmm... Considering that this is Virtual Reality, there is some merit to this. You will have better control over your movements and are able to the skills to better land attacks with greater power, speed and accuracy. While that advantage is not absolute, little advantages come together and accumulate to create an immense edge over the opponent. The idea for being strong, therefore, was to obtain as many advantages as possible. Bonus points for building upon them. But this would take a lot of time, as well as effort, to do. I wasn't prepared to devote resources into raising a game character that would be eventually deleted, though. Nevertheless, I liked the process of growth. I haven't gained any levels, but already I earned at least 20 points in each stat. Royal Road seems to actively reward the virtues of hard work through small ways. I liked this aspect of the game, since P2W elements were a much smaller portion of building stats. And a little bit goes a long way... Much like other MMORPGs, Royal Road had websites where you could pick up gear and other requests with real life currency. I know for sure that I wouldn't be using those any day now. New stats were also generated upon meeting certain requirements. For instance, after a particularly gruelling training session: Fighting Spirit Stat generated. [Allows you to cow weaker monsters with the force of your will. Also allows the user to call upon superhuman strength temporarily. You cannot assign points to this stat, and it arbitrarily rises according to the user's actions.] After the first two weeks, I had 5 points in that stat. It's not much, but it was a start. Leadership and Luck wouldn't increase no matter what I did, but I'm guessing that it was dependent on certain actions. The two weeks, as I foretold, soon came to a close. I have gained much from the training, gaining 20 or so points to each stat except Fighting Spirit, Leadership and Luck. However, it was just the beginning of my troubles... *** In game, the Sleepy Fortress. "Eh, where could he be?" A young girl wearing a bandanna was searching high and low for something, or someone. She had a short build and a childlike face, making her seem younger than her actual age. Above the avatar was the given in-game name, "Lilee". "I did tell him to come here, right?" The girl looked worried as she continued to run all about the city searching. **** Back in the Warrior's Guild: The second portion of the course was combat practice. Each day, We would assemble at the drill hall equipped with the gear given to us. We were shown several basic sequences to practice and we would practice using the dummies that were laid in front of us. An instructor would stand there with us and call out the sequence to perform, shouting out the cadence as we attack according to the sequence. For instance: "Sequence 5!!" "Forehand, backhand, thrust, parry, thrust, thrust, forehand side," we would echo. This was executed according to the cadence called out. Initially it was slow to help us get used to it, but eventually the instructor would speed it up, eventually mixing up the timing to keep us on our toes. Footwork training was also incorporated into the drills, adding to the difficulty. Overtime, we were given armor to maintain and use in the drills. According to the instructor, warriors wear up to 3 kinds of armor going into battle, with leather armor under a suit of chain mail, topped with plate armor. This, coupled with the use of a shield allows for the best defense, but required immense amounts of strength and stamina to be used effectively in battle. Furthermore, it slows down the user considerably. This can be alleviated by wearing less armor, but at the cost of defense. Interesting. However, the wooden sword that I was given weighed heavily on my hands, and my movements weren't very sharp. As such, I was lagging behind. Blake had told me that the Sword Mastery skill had generated in his second day attacking the dummy, and was further improved during combat. I wasn't too surprised, but my lack of weapon mastery was becoming apparent with the increasing difficulty of the weapon drills, where more complex and complicated sequences are called out with increasingly irregular timing. While the swords in the other trainees' hands made beautiful sounds as they struck the practice dummy, I was slowly being left in the dirt despite me putting in the effort for once. We had sparring lessons in between. I was able to win once or twice, but over time I lost handily every battle. There was combat experience given each fight, but the victor claimed the lion's share of it. As such, the disparity between the trainees widened over time. ******* A weird thing occurred during a training session. We were attacking the practice dummy that day with our swords. As always, I was having a bit of trouble, and the instructor had already come by a few times to correct my technique. "Sequence 4!!" This calls for a thrust, upper slash, spin and vertical slash. The spin was added for several purposes: to mess with the timing of the opponent who was expecting the slash according to the timing, to add impetus to my slash, or to suddenly switch moves and targets during the spin. For the sake of training, we were using the vertical slash. This called for a good grasp of timing to use properly, but it was plenty deadly if it lands. As I prepare to execute the command. A suffocating feeling could be felt. It was palpable, and sent chills down my spine. I found it hard to breathe, and my pulse was rising in excitement. What was that feeling? I couldn't resist turning my head to look as I looked round to find the source of that... commanding aura. In the distance, I could see a slim figure. It was difficult to see, but I had a feeling that he was observing the lesson... Nevertheless, the involuntary movement drew attention from my instructor. "Trainee Howard!! Quit daydreaming!! Drop and give me 100!!" I broke out my revelry as I complied with the command, getting on the floor and performing 100 push ups. "Good. Now don't doze off on this old geezer now." "Sequence 7!!" I went back to hitting the dummy, but I could not shrug off that feeling. That day, I was distracted, and my technique was terrible as a result. The instructor had me perform additional exercises afterwards. ******** During the 3rd week, I was heckled by Lili regarding my progress. I was having lunch at the field when she came over. "Howard!!" Ah... Music to my ears. She sounded rather upset though, I wonder what was the matter? "How come I couldn't find you in game?! Did you even start playing at all?" Ah, so that was that reason. "Don't worry, Lili. I'm currently playing the game. It's just that I'm busy with a little something." "What is it?" Lili's eyes shone as she looked at me hopefully. Just like a child, honestly... "Shan't tell." "Ehhhhh??!" I sounded like a tease. Even I would react like that. Serves ya right, Lili. "Now, now, just be on your way. Big brother's got things to do." "Y-Y-You...You!!" I ran across the field, laughing happily, as I was chased by a girl that barely reached my chest in terms of. height. She did seem red in the face though, but I attributed that to anger. At dinner that night, my parents and siblings asked me what I was up to for the past few days. "Just trying out Royal Road." Wrong answer. I was suddenly set upon by my family like a pack of dogs competing for a kill. "Do you need help with something?" "Join my guild, we will help train you!!" "What are you saying? Older brother has to join my guild!! We will surely do a better job raising him as a character." "Oh? Glad to see that you are taking up the family business, son." Honestly, my family is a weird one. But it was oddly warming, having the same interests... Perhaps we shall come together and hunt one day. But not before I level up considerably. ********* But before I could do even that, I have other problems to deal with. This is getting frustrating. Each and every time, the slim figure would appear during training and observe. It was distracting. I could feel his eyes on my back as I struggled to perform the given sequence according to the timing. As though... he was assessing me, or somehow willing me to fail. And it was working. My sword technique slowly worsened as time went on. I took a lot of punishment. Eventually, I will be expelled if this keeps up. "How annoying," I muttered to myself as I swiped angrily at the training dummy "WHAT WAS THAT, TRAINEE HOWARD?!" "Nothing, Instructor..." All this time, the slim figure remained in the distance, watching. Is he some kind of stalker or something?! ********** On the 2nd day of the 3rd week, I was called up to the chief instructor's office. "Well, looks like we lost another." "What a waste, at the last week too." "It was nice knowing you." "All the best in your future endeavors." Enduring the snide remarks from my fellow trainees, I walked to the office, trepidation in my heart. The Instructor was there, looking through his notes. "Good afternoon, Sir." I greeted him with a salute. "Hm." The Chief Instructor accepted my greeting with a grunt. He set down the notes, and said to the figure standing in the shadows. "You mean to say that this scrawny brat managed to sense your killing intent and responded to it?" "That is correct," came a bored voice. A man clad in purple plate armor walked out from the shadows. The man, like the Old Blacksmith from before, was wiry. The armor was ornate and form fitting, showing a slim build. He wore a helmet with a dragon motif carved on it, which obscured some of his facial features. "And you are saying..." The Chief instructor looked at me, doubt on his face. Gee, thanks, Sir. Good to know that you had so much faith in me. "He has what it takes." was the brief reply. "But he's not very good at swordplay..." "Did I say that I wanted to teach him sword skills?" Huh? What is all this about sword skills? About killing intent? The Chief Instructor steepled his fingers and breathed out slowly. "You need help, trainee. This is a warrior that is just passing by. His name here is -" The Chief Instructor paused in his speech as he consulted a piece of paper. "... Kite. He has offered to tutor someone in the way of the sword. I decided... No, he has chosen to teach you. You must be really bad at this if you needed remedial..." Eh? Remedial? But that was how I met the warrior that had introduced himself as Kite. ********** "Hi, I'm Kite. I'm -" "- A stalker." I was pretty miffed about being messed with. "Hahaha... sorry about that. If there's anything I could do to make up for it..." "Well... there is one thing." Woah, the hope meter just went over 9000!! Too bad I'm feeling like an asshole as of current. "Your still beating heart, roasted on a spit." "Uhhhh..." Kite seemed sad, but strangely it only served to make him look angrier. "I'm kidding. So you are my... coach of sorts right?" "Yeah. You got the right stuff for what I have in mind." "Oh? What is it?" Interesting... I think this might make up for all that crap I went through... "It's. A. Secret." Kite winked. That night, I made sure to wash my eyes thoroughly with cold water and soap. *********** After meeting with Kite, I went back to the drill hall to finish the session, but I was distracted throughout. "Your technique worsens when you are distracted. What's up with you?" My friends tried to ask about my time at the office earlier. No, that's putting it to lightly. Rather, they attempted to wheedle, threaten, interrogate, or speculate it out of me. "Come now, you know that I didn't mean what I said earlier..." "Tell us what happened earlier. Were you expelled?" "How come he's still here then?" "Tell me or I'll pummel ya!!" Bloody idiots. I was content with keeping my mouth shut (considering what I saw), but they would not leave me alone if I did, so I just blurted out: "I have to go for remedial training..." BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Laughter exploded from the other trainees!! What bloody bastards!! "That was it?! Ahahaha..." "That's the first I heard of this, hahahhaha..." "You are truly one of a kind, you know?" Blake wiped the tears from his eyes and put a hand around my shoulder. "Don't worry, we understand. Work hard, we shall graduate together." I looked around. The other trainees had stopped laughing and had a serious face on. That would have some manly feels... If I didn't see a particularly tickled trainee still chuckling. I made a note to myself to channel the Chief Instructor later on regarding his belongings. I decided to put on a brave smile, at least to gather back whatever manly atmosphere remained. "Yeah." NPC or player, these were friends that were brought together by circumstance, that stuck through thick and thin with me. We went through the same crap together, ate together, and slept in the same bunk. Even if we were to part ways after the four weeks, it was friendships that stay with you for a lifetime. That was what I thought... Until I remembered that only Blake was a player character. The rest were all NPCs. Damn, Virtual Reality. You are good... *********** After that day, every night in game, I would stay back in the drill hall, and Kite would tutor me. For all that "killing intent", Kite turned out to be a nice guy. Really. It was just that his voice and the look on his face... It had the "I'll KILL YA" look to it. Couple it with piercing eyes and a permanent scowl... That of thing tends to put people on guard. Really. I still haven't forgotten what I saw the other day, either, despite my valiant attempts to do so. Nevertheless, on our first lesson: "Boy. Give this weapon a try." He handed me an iron spear. It was a wooden shaft, about 2 metres in length with a spear head in the shape of an arrowhead attached to it. It felt heavy holding it, but it felt good. For once a weapon felt balanced and smooth in my hand. "This is a short spear. The shaft has been shortened for the sake of easier handling. This would be what we will be using for your training." "Shortened? How long is a spear normally?" I suppose that I was stuck in the delusion that spears were a lot shorter normally. I blame Tarzan for this. Really. "About 3 metres, although historically it has been known to go up to 5 metres in length in extreme cases." 3 meters? That is pretty long... No wonder spears had slow attack speed ratings in most games. "The length makes the spear plenty legit as a weapon. Keep that in mind." I tried to conjure up what I knew about spears from my prior knowledge... ... and drew a blank. Then again, I never used a spear or pole weapon. It was mostly a two handed weapon, which denied me the option of using a shield. One less piece of equipment equals less stats, so I favored something like a sword-shield combination for its versatility... Until now. "Alright. Let's see what you make of it." He pointed at the dummy that was set in front of him. Feeling rather foolish, I jabbed at the dummy... But when I tried to withdraw the weapon, I couldn't. Kite had grabbed the shaft. "No, no, not like that. You used both your hands right? That wasn't wrong, but there is a lot of weaknesses with that method. For one thing, it takes twice the muscle control to attack. This slows you down and that means that I can grab the shaft or break it unless you can withdraw it quickly." Kite released the shaft. "Instead, since you are new, try this instead: with your leading hand, have a light grip on the shaft. Your back hand is doing most of the control, the leading hand is for the sake of stability.." He showed me the proper stance to take when wielding a spear. The spear jab was a bit faster, and I could control it better now. Kite continued on as he warmed up to the topic: "When you stand like this, you are presenting less of yourself for your opponent to target. This also lets you control the weapon better. The issue, I feel, is that because of the wide movements involved with a pole weapon, it makes it easier to get guarded. When slashing or smashing, is is also dependent on the rotation of your hips as well as your hands and arms..." He also threw in other tips as we slowly practiced... If you could call them tips at all, more like a strategy guide: "... You have the longer weapon, in most cases you should have a set distance between you and the opponent in order to take advantage of your longer reach. Once your opponent gets within your range of attack, it is difficult for you to do much." "The thing about the pole arm was that it added a ton of angular momentum to a single swing, making it great for penetrating armor!!" "It is cheap and easy to make, so you could mass manufacture these to arm your infantry!!" "... Fluster and heckle your opponent with a flurry of stabs, then when an opening presents itself, commit to it!!" Turns out that the first stab I did wasn't wrong after all. This adds power to the attack, but causes you to commit a lot of movement to it, putting you in a jarring position. It was pretty dependent on the timing. Throughout, he gave me small tips to keep in mind as we delved deeper and deeper into the art of the spear. It was like having a coach, not that I had one since I wasn't very serious when it comes to sports... Actually, let me make a correction. It was like having the encyclopedia rammed into your thick, numb skull, spine first. Still, after the lessons, it was back to jabbing at the dummy. "Even though I showed you all those tricks, your basics must be solid. An old man once said that a tree with deep roots would grow taller. Therefore, you must work on your fundamentals..." Words of wisdom from the great warrior. I was allowed to attack the dummy however I liked afterwards though, so I always did it quickly and do it properly, otherwise I would have to do it again. I tried out different skills and tactics that I saw from martial art films. It was my one colorful moment in an otherwise boring training session. Eventually, this skill was generated, and continued to grow during my remedial sessions with Kite: Pole Weapon Mastery: Increases the damage dealt and attack speed when using a pole weapon. No, this does not improve prowess for pole dancing. Beginner Level 1/ 0%: +10% damage and 3% attack speed when using a pole weapon. "..." What an incredibly quirky skill description... ************ I was able to apply what I learnt in sword practice, but it felt rather linear. Kite, regurgitating battle encyclopedia extraordinaire, had this to say: "Different weapons call for different approaches, but the fundamentals are more or less the same in combat. Still, it might be better to pick a weapon you are suited with..." So during a sparring session, on a whim, I asked the presiding Instructor for a spear. It was a different one this time, a silent man with a slim build. Still, he handed me a spear without too much complaint. It was a wooden shaft that had no spear head, but one end of it was cut at an angle, leaving a rather sharp edge. That drew comments from my friends. "A spear..." "What is he going to do with it?" My sparring opponent this time was a trainee called Horton. He nodded approvingly at the spear. "You seemed rather confident with that weapon. Your tutor did teach you something after all. Let's see what you are made of then!!" "Literally or figuratively?" With that smart comment, the fight started. As expected, since his weapon had the lower reach, Horton choose to rush at me in an attempt to close the distance. I fired off a series of stabs at different angles to slow him down. Several were blocked by the shield, but most of my hits found their mark. However, since they had little power behind it, they weren't killing blows, but still made the purpose of slowing him down and stopping him in his tracks. Think of it as a striking snake, that strikes and withdraws quickly. That was what the concept was based around. Still, Horton was made of sterner stuff, and now he choose a more methodical approach, advancing slowly with little movement. He was on his guard. However, at this point, I went on the offensive, quickly closing the distance on the opponent. I caught him flat-footed. Horton was expecting me to try and maintain my distance with him, and wasn't ready for my sudden lunge. Again, the concept was based off the viper. The weapon was pointed at his throat, and the training bout ended with my win. ******************************************************************************************************* Back to writing Chapter 6 *flustered face*

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Chapter 9 pt2 (These posts can only have 60,000 characters and my chapter 9 had 78k, so i had to split it. Sorry for inconvenience)<br><br><br>Crane and the witches walked for about two hours. They saw bulls, large deer, boars, and other animals around. Crane was emitting a battle aura that gave the animals the impression that they were a small group of horses slowly walking by. The animals did not run away when Crane passed them. Eris said in a somewhat low voice, "hey, what is going on, this area has too many animals. If a pack of wolves showed up here they would be in heaven." Once again Crane was impressed by her insight and he said, "They would sooner be in hell, wolves come here pretty often and are eaten quickly."<br>Eris stopped in her tracks. "Eaten?! Wolves are eaten? Aren't wolves the top predator in the animal food chain? A pack of wolves can even take on a bear." She wasn't wrong, monsters were divided into categories and although there were many types on the Senbain mountain, the most common type in the plains was animal. Animals were ordered into a hierarchy of who ate who and in most of the plains, wolves or bears were at the top, with nothing else stronger living there.<br><br>"In other areas yes, wolves are at the top, but the territory is home to a Fire Cat."<br>Eris looked at Crane like he she had just been stabbed. Her sisters weren't aware of it but Fire Cats were the most dangerous animal type in Kallamore Kingdom. They were giant sabertooth tigers that had flames come out of their body meaning that Salem's skills would mostly be useless and the fire cat's level ranged from 80 to 130. However Fire Cats were not native the the area, but a pack of them lived to the north of Kallamore, opposite the grasslands of their location.<br><br>Eris solftly said, "Why is there a fire cat here? Wait, how do you even know there is one here?<br>Crane replied, "There were reports in the area of a predator free zone, this is trait of fire cats, they kill all the predators in their territory. As for why, we'll probably find out later."<br>This was obviously not making Eris feel better, "Why did you bring us here?!" Of the three witches, Salem was their best damage dealer, with Eris debuffing the target and Tonya buffing and healing the party. But a fire cat was pratically immune to fire spells meaning it was one of the few monsters the trio stood no chance against.<br><br>Crane said, "I told you before that part two would try to eat me, now if you'll stay here I need to call the fire cat."<br>Eris almost yelled, "Call?! You're actually going to bring it here?!.... Wait a second, you said wolves get eaten and predators get killed when they come here, how come we've made it this far in?" <br>Crane smiled at her insight again and said, "Because I've been masking our presence. When a wolf with the intention of eating enters the territory, it gives off fighting spirit. A fire cat can sense fighting spirit, so I've replaced mine temporarily with something else. Now I am going to enhance my fighting spirit high enough to call the fire cat here."<br><br>Crane looked at the trio and said, "Now this is important, I am going to fight the fire cat and you three are not going to interfere, you understand?"<br><br>Tonya said, "At least let me bless you!"<br><br>"Not even that"<br><br>Eris looked at him and said, "But if you get killed we don't stand a chance against it."<br><br>Crane replied, "I don’t want you fighting it in any circumstances. Go to the tree line there and cast magic to hide your presence."<br><br>It was common knowledge that dark magic could manipulate shadows to extend darkness over them to become less visible. Eris nodded and lead her sisters to the tree line. Crane removed the image of him and the people around him being simple horses from his mind and drank a mana potion. He had been using battle aura for the past two hours and wanted to be as close to full strength as he could be. When Crane's mana reached full, he imagined himself as a mighty dragon descending from the sky, intending to conquer the area and kill everything there. Crane heard a roar that echoed from a while away and kept up his presence. After a minute he saw the fire cat. Whether he was fortunate or not he did not know yet, because the fire cat's flames burned blue, a sign he was at least level 120. The beast looked like an image of a sabertooth tiger he had seen before except for the darker coloring, the truck sized stature, and the fact that flames licked themselves down the length of it body like quiet embers in a campfire. Crane reached for his knight potion and loosened the cork a bit. He approach the Fire Fat as it tried to circle him. When he got within range he shouted as loud as he could and threw the bottle at the fire cat's mouth. Direct hit! The cork opened fully and the potion ran into the mouth, the cat spit out the bottle, but it was empty. Crane changed his battle aura to that of an honorable knight seeking a worthy challenge.<br><br>If Crane had drunk the potion he would not have gained the +50 honor points, but if a monster drinks it that is another story. Monsters had a wider range of attributes making them more affected by the things around them. <br><br>The now honor filled fire cat seemed to respond to Crane's aura and it slowly approached him. They would both fight honorably, and the stronger one would emerge. However Crane was about 30 levels below the Fire Cat, and all the effort put into becoming stronger at the training center was negated by the fact that Fire Cat how had +50 STR, AGI, VIT, and Honor from the Knight's potion. If this was going to work Crane needed to win honorably which meant no help, no cleric buffs, no potion buffs or even potion healing, just his strength and skill against the now super fire cat before the potion wore off in three minutes.<br><br>But Crane wasn't worried, he made a discovery while training his finesse for two months straight. Crane imagined exactly how the battle would go, he envisioned exactly how the cat would move in response to his own movements and how he would counter it, Crane saw the entire battle in his mind, right up to his own absolute victory and performed his majestic stance. 120! His level six Soa's routine gave him about a 60% increase in attack strength and speed with 95 finesse, but with intense mental imaging beyond what Soa himself could've performed, Crane broke the limit and his stance gave him a 75% increase in attack strength and attack speed for the next six moves. Continuous use of the 12 forms counted and a single move until interrupted, but without interrupting it his moves would be too predictable and he would not be able to move or dodge without slashing his sword. <br><br>Crane dashed to met the fire cat with power lunge, Crane stopped before reaching him and turned to intercept where he would dodge. and started his twelve forms. He only had three movements left. The cat was unprepared to take an attack after a dodge and Crane delivered six strikes in an instant before the cat swiped its flaming paw as Crane ducked to it's side.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You are on fire, your health will decline.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div>. <br><br>Getting close to a Fire Cat meant getting caught on fire but Crane knew the risks and planned for them. While on fire but at the cat's side he dove behind it to once again intercept it if after moving away from him and started his twelve forms again. The only real hassle of fighting it was the fire, by watching the Fire Cat’s spine and muscles, it wasn't difficult to predict how it would move and soon Crane had it panting heavily and tired while he was down to half health from being on fire. The cat was still under the effect of the potion and gave Crane a look that said, 'give me an honorable death.' Crane dashed forward and struck the cats forehead, dropping it to the ground. However the fire cat did not dissolve as a dead monster would. Crane's last blow to its head was from the hilt of his sword, not the tip. <br><br>"Alright, you girls can come on over now."<br><br>The trio ran over to see Crane, unaware that the beast still breathed. <br>Tonya called out, "Healing Hand, Purify."<br>Crane's life returned to close to normal and his on fire status had been cured.<br>Crane then said, "If it isn't much trouble, could you heal him too?"<br><br>Tonya and the rest looked back at the Fire Cat and when they realized it was still breathing, they jumped back. Tonya looked at Eris who shook her head. Crane figured this might happen and took out a health potion. He popped to cork and poured it into the fire cat's mouth. Eris yelled, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU DOING?!"<br><br>Crane saw the blue flames on the Fire Cat grow a bit stronger and said, "Step 2."<br>In one of the books Crane read about the difference between a regular horse and the horse ridden on by elite knights, there was an obscure reference to 'taming the honorable heart of the steed.' Crane interpreted this as to mean that the horse was given the honor stat through a buff or potion before it was broken by the knight. Of course the chances of this working on a monster while Crane himself wasn't a knight was practically zero, but when Crane saw the Fire Cat adapting to the honor stat, he went through with his plan and did not finish him off. Now he needed to wait and see the results. <br><br>Crane let off a powerful aura of the honorable knight recognizing an equal in combat over the cat as it began to wake up. It looked around and spoke in a low tone of voice, "Why did you not finish me off?"<br>Crane smiled, some higher level animals, even wolves were capable of human speech. Crane looked at him and said, "Because I see the potential in you. I have been looking for a partner, an equal to fight as one with. Join me, give me your speed and strength, and I shall give you my skill and sword."<br><br>"Hmm, you are strong, one of the strongest I have ever fought, but there is another I know who is stronger, if you defeat him, I shall be your speed."<br><br>"Who is this stronger one?"<br><br>"Saber, the leader of my pack and killer of my mate. I fought him with all my strength but he defeated me with ease and banished me from my home.<br><br>Ding*<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>The Fire Cat has asked you to prove yourself by killing the only one he ever lost to, the killer of his mate and pack leader, Saber.<br>Difficulty: C<br>Reward:<br>The Fire Cat will join you as an ally</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Crane needed a mount now, so he made a comprimise. "I shall defeat this Saber, but I require your speed at this time. Lend me your speed until the end of the week and I shall kill Saber by the end of the season.<br><br>The fire cat said, "Very well, I shall be your speed for now, but if you have not defeated Saber by then, then I shall know your word is not good."<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have accepted the Quest<br>Quest Requirement added: Finish within three months<br>Quest Penalty added: Failure to finish will result in future hostility from the fire cat.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>The named leader of a pack of fire cat would be around level 150. Crane did not mention it, but an honorable fighter fights without tricks, that is the reason he could easily predict each of the cat's moves. Had he fought in a natural setting, after the cat saw Crane's strength it would've burned him repeatedly and waited for Crane to turn to ash. Even if it didn't, without the ability to predict the cat's moves, a single attack would likely kill him. Majestic stance doesn't increase defense at all so in a real 1 on 1 fight Crane would only be able to use Noble step to dodge and Regal Guard to block, leaving him only capable of using basic attacks to slowly whittle away at the monster's enormous health reserves. If Crane wanted to keep his new acquisition, he need to become stronger, and he only had about three months to do it to do it.<br><br>"Now you need a name, I shall call you, Kegan."<br><br>Eris slowly walked over to Crane while looking at the Fire Cat and said, "Are you gonna ride it? There is not enough room for all four of us up there."<br><br>Crane turned to her and her sisters with a smile and said, "But there is room for two and a half."<br><br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------<br><br><br>Crane was running at a Dash powered speed to the mountains. Running at his side was a fifteen foot from tooth to tail Fire cat being ridden on by two small girls and one even smaller girl. Crane's dash skill could be used continuously for about a mile before Crane had to refill with a mana potion, and he had over a hundred of them. This would be completely impossible if he had not increased his Perseverance stat by so much in the training hall, giving him almost three times the stamina he had before. After ten hours of running, night fell on the valley. The fire cat stopped embers from coming out of his back, but his legs, tail, and paws glowed with a blue flame as he ran. After another few hours the cat could not keep up with Crane and Crane said, "Let us rest now, my stamina is almost gone." As Salem got off she said, "Oww, my butt hurts.” Riding bareback for long periods was painful.<br><br>They rested till morning and when the sun rose, the group could clearly see the mountain range.<br>Crane said, "Ok girls, we're almost there so it is reveal what you're hiding time. I am here searching for an overdue library book, why are you here?"<br><br>The trio stared at Crane for a while before Eris said, "If you're not going to tell us the reason you're here, why should we?"<br><br>"It's the truth, I am on a quest to return a library book that contains knowledge about herbs found in the senbain mountains. In this section of the senbain mountains is a herb that can be used to make many powerful potions, one of which is capable of extending life."<br><br>"Ok, why do you think that is the herb the guy who borrowed the book is looking for?" Eris asked.<br><br>"Because he borrowed it 170 years ago."<br><br>Eris raised her eyebrows letting a shocked expression slip by before saying, "So the only place he could still be alive is here, if he is anywhere else you'd be looking for a corpse, so you're starting here first."<br><br>"Correct."<br><br>Eris nodded and said, "Ya, he's there, it's pretty impressive you found him with so little information."<br><br>Now it was Crane's turn to be surprised, "You know he's here? How?"<br><br>"Because I was given a quest to find an old man here last seen in this part of the mountains, from what I know, making a life extending potion sounds within his capabilities."<br><br>Tonya said, "So we're gonna stay together?"<br><br>Salem said, "Only if big sis says so."<br><br>Eris raised her shoulders in defeat, "If we have the same destination, I see no reason to separate."<br><br>Tonya jumped up and down, "Hurray!"<br><br>Crane was pretty sure the small cleric was just happy she could still ride Kegan.<br><br>Crane asked, "Ok, how much do you know of his location?"<br><br>"Thats it is around this area."<br><br>Crane wondered how on Versailles she had intended to find the man in a area filled with monsters between level 90 at the lowest and 350 at the highest if the reports he read were accurate."<br><br>"Ok, tell me everything you know about him, we'll work from there."<br><br>"He is a powerful user of dark magic. That's about it."<br><br>"Powerful huh, I can work with that. Kegan, I know there are plenty of powerful spirits in the mountain, but is there an area that others avoid completely?"<br><br>Kengan closed his eyes and remained silent. After a couple minutes, he said, "I can not get a clear picture of areas that are being avoided. <br><br>Crane had an idea, "Ok, if I exert a strong spirit, the monsters in the area will react by strengthening their own right? Can you use this to get a better picture?<br><br>"Yes."<br><br>Crane go on top of Kegan, Eris said, "What are you going to do?"<br><br>Crane replied, "Sonar," and he rode off on Kegan.<br><br>Crane had never ridden anything before, much less a giant sabertooth tiger, he was barely keeping his balance as Kegan jumped from rock face to rock face with Crane giving bursts of battle aura with the thought, "I am a powerful dragon come to kill you all." Every monster in that area felt the proverbial hairs on the back of their neck stand up and heightened their guard, releasing a stronger fighting spirit. Kegan avoided them keeping them far away but within range for Crane's sonar idea to work. After about an hour of jumping around, Kegan returned to the base of the mountain. "I've found a small area that others are definitely avoiding."<br><br>"Good work, lets go collect the girls and head up."<br><br>"But there is a problem, there are no paths we can reach the area without running into others."<br><br>"I see."<br><br>Crane found the trio again and they got back onto Kegan.<br><br>They approached each area they had to pass to see what path had the least risk. The first path was blocked by a pack of twenty or so Terror birds, velociraptor sized chickens thats were about level one hundred apiece. The next pass went through an underpass that had about half a dozen mountain trolls on it, giant four armed apes that averaged level 150 and had massive regenerative abilities. The following path seemed to be the home of rock lizards, five foot long lizards with a rock hard hide and a poisonous bite. And the last way to get to the empty area looked empty, but Kegan told Crane he sensed dozens of strong fighting spirits in the area. <br><br>"So, which is your favorite?"<br>The girls were all silent, their options were to pick a path or return to Yarsan.<br>Crane volunteered, "I've got a suggestion."<br><br>Eris looked up at Crane. He started, "I need that book, you need to meet the person, so here is the plan. We'll go down the last path, I'll run through it and draw whatever comes out at me, leading them away. You guys ride Kegan, get in, and do what you need to do. There is a good chance I'll die, so if I do, please ask the guy for the book, Herbs of Senbain."<br><br>"If you die, how will you get the book back?"<br><br>"Well that's the easy part, Eris, would you be my friend?"<br><br>She slowly nodded.<br><br>-Eris has been added to your friend list.<br><br>"Alright, lets go."<br><br>Crane stood at the edge of the area with hidden monsters and started walking forward. He had walked about a hundred feet in when he realized something. He walked back to his starting point making sure to take the same steps he took to get there.<br><br>Salem said, "Welcome back, how was your trip?"<br><br>Crane ignored her sarcasm and said, "Kegan, did I step on any of the fighting spirits you felt?"<br><br>"No, you walked within eight feet of three though and they did nothing."<br><br>"I see, I think these are cliff fly larva?"<br><br>Eris said, "Never heard of them."<br><br>"Cliff flies are giant flying bugs that swarm in certain areas, they dig holes in rocks with acid spit and lay their young inside. If the larva feel pressure above them, as in they get stepped on, they exhale a poison gas most monsters are vulnerable to. Other than Fire Cats there are no monsters in these mountains that can sense fighting spirit from a great distance so they could not pass through here without getting poisoned."<br><br>Crane had to test it first of course. "Kegan, where is a close one?" <br><br>"To the left of that stone."<br><br>Crane walked over to the stone in question and saw a tiny hole inside the rock. Crane took out a bottle and tossed it over the hole while holding his breathe. As soon as it hit the ground, a large puff of green gas erupted from the hole. Crane ran into the gas cloud and quickly capped the bottle. He ran back to and said, "Identify."<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Larva fly poison gas<br>A noxious fume that dissolves the inside of whatever breathes it in.<br>Breaks down to harmless gas in a under a minute</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>-Skill Level Up: Identify [7]<br>You can now identify the properties of items</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Crane was both happy and sad. He hoped that collected gas could be used as a poison grenade but it was useless. But if Crane now used Identify on unknown herbs, he could find out what properties it would give a potion<br><br>Crane told the girls it was all clear as long as Kegan was taking the lead. They walked in an awkward zigzag path until, "We have reached the area where no others travel, but there appears to be a ring of these bugs around the entire area."<br><br>"Not a problem, go wait over there until I'm done," Crane said.<br><br>Kegan and the girls waited a good thirty feet away as crane took a deep breath in and walked over the area, activating one gas cloud at a time. After waiting a few more seconds for the gas to dissipate Crane took in a breath. After that he held it again and walked through the area, no poison. "All clear." <br><br>The group entered the ring and walked to the center. Crane looked around and said, "Yup, this place should have that herb, split up and look for a house."<br><br>"Why can't Kegan find him?"<br><br>"Because monsters and most warriors have fighting spirit, magicians on the other hand do not, you three for example are undetectable." Crane answered as Kegan nodded.<br><br>The group searched the immediate area, looking for signs of a hidden doorway or dwelling. Then the group heard a high pitch, "Foouuund iiit!"<br><br>Crane and the others gathered around Tonya who spotted a cave. Kegan confirmed there were no fighting spirits inside and they investigated. A couple feet inside there was a door, and feeling adventurous, Crane knocked on it four times and waited.<br><br>A few moments later the door opened revealing a tall old man without a shirt, bones in his hair and tattoos over him. He looked at the Crane in his blue and black outfit, the witch trio, then back to Crane and said, "Would you know which witch is which if every witch did switch?" He then raised a wand with a small skull at the end and said, "You can take a while to guess who, walk a mile in another shoe." The skull lit up for a moment and died down, the crazy old man then closed the door. Crane looked at Eris and said, "What was that all about?"<br><br>Eris looked back at him and said, "Heey, I’m Tonya."<br>Tonya then screamed and Salem said, "Why am I in Salem's body and why is Tonya in mine?!" Crane shook his head and realized what was going in. He looked at Salem, now Eris and said, "He's a witch doctor isn't he?" She nodded, embarrassed. The now tall Sonya said, "This is awesome, we should stay like this," while jumping up and down. Salem and Eris in unison said, "No way!" Crane then said, "Tonya, can you use purify?"<br><br>"Well, ok, Purify." Nothing happened. It seemed that not only had their bodies been switched, their classes had as well. Crane turned to Salem and said, "Ok, you try." "No problem, Purify." This time a light did surround Salem, but nothing happened. Crane caught Eris looking downward and asked, "Was there something you had to tell us?" "Well, witch doctor curses can't be dispelled as easily as a regular curse. The require something more, I'm guessing that this spell can't be undone unless all three of us get purified at the same time, and purify only affects one person at a time."<br><br>Crane got three of the four antidoted he made and passed them around. "Drink up on three, one, two, three." The girls drank at the same time, and a small light passed over all three of them simultaneously. The eldest body spoke first, "I'm me again.", the Salem, "Me too," and Tonya pouted a bit. Crane turned around and knocked on the door again. When the witch doctor opened up, Crane said, "I figured out who is who, they are themselves." He looked surprised and said, "Well well, aren't you something." He motioned them to come inside and sit at a table. "Hmm, sorry about earlier, I haven't had visitors in sixty years and I wanted a little fun." Rather than be mad, Eris asked, "Why didn't Crane switch?" "Ho ho, that is because you three are the same, and he is different. You three are around the same age, the same gender, you are related by blood, and are all magicians. Which the exception of age, the blue one has nothing in common with you, so no switcheroo." Crane could see the uses and limitations, it was not all powerful, but it could be used on a horde of same type monsters to create mass confusion which can be taken advantage of. Crane now realized Eris's purpose for coming here. <br>Eris started again, "Let me introduce myself, I am Eris, I have come to learn how to become a witch doctor."<br><br>The old man looked at her and said, "But I am not interested in you." <br><br>Eris furrowed her eyebrows and said, "Why not?"<br><br>"Simple, crossing the mountain and larva field was a test of shorts, you did not pass it," he pointed to Crane, "He did. From what I can tell little miss, you came here without any trouble whatsoever, you did not have to fight a single monster, I know this because if someone as weak as you fought anything on this mountain, you would be dead. Yet the reason you live is because of luck, the blue one could’ve come here without you, but you could not have come here without him. You do not deserve the class of Witch doctor." Although what he observed was true, Crane felt what the old man had said was too harsh.<br><br>Eris collapsed onto the table, but the old man ignored her and walked to Crane, "What do you say, would you like to become a Witch Doctor?"<br><br>Crane waited a moment, but the class confirmation screen did not show up, a Kallamore Warrior can not change to a class that was not used by the royal family, and all those classes are in the Royal Kallamore Army of which Crane could never return. "I can not accept your offer."<br><br>"But why? You have great potential as a spell caster, and witch doctors use a variety of combat skills as well, you would become far more powerful."<br><br>"I agree and I would if I could, but when I say I can not accept your offer, I mean it literally, I am unable to accept your offer."<br><br>At this point the old man was curious, he asked, "Why can you not accept, does it have to do with why you have come? Tell me your story."<br><br>The man already told Eris he was interested in Crane, this man who had no one to talk to for sixty years must have been very anxious to hear a good story. So Crane said, "I will tell you my story from the beginning to end only if you agree to give Eris the witch doctor class."<br><br>"Hmm, only if you swear to return every once in awhile to share more stories."<br><br>Crane had intended to return regularly anyways to train and collect herbs so he agreed.<br><br>The witch doctor turned back to Eris and said, "hey little girl, would you like to become a witch doctor?"<br><br>Eris raised her head suspiciously and said in a quiet voice, "yes?"<br>A ring of light surrounded her, and she had a surprised look on her face. <br><br>Crane began his story.<br><br><br>--------------------------------------------<br><br><br><br>The witch doctor said, "So you seek a power to replace what you have lost from the crippling effects of being a Kallamore Warrior who does not serve Kallamore."<br><br>Crane nodded. The doctor walked upstairs and Salem said, "Woah, I can't believe you were the guy who the Archers were talking about, and I'm sorry to hear about what those noble jerks did." Salem, Eris and Tonya had listened to his entire story as well, but Crane didn't mind. The witch doctor came down the stairs and put a book on the table. Herbs of the Senbain mountains. Crane took the book and put it in his inventory. He then said, "Excuse me, but could you teach me how to harvest herbs?"<br>The witch doctor said, "Sure, follow me outside." He lead him outside to an herb and said, "The trick is not damaging the roots, dig around the plant to preserve the roots and lift, not pluck,"<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You learned new skill: Medical Botany.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>The witch Doctor then said, "I know of something else I think you should learn."<br><br>"Yes?"<br><br>"You know of Yarsan's history?"<br><br>"Intimately."<br><br>"Then take this." He handed Crane a piece of paper with a name on it, Er'tan Eldamor, "find that person in the history of Yarsan, and he will show you the way to the power you've been looking for. I feel I must warn that the path will be treacherous, filled with dangers and all sorts of things. But something tells me you are in fact the kind of person who enjoys such things."<br><br>Crane smiled, Crane had learned many useful skills and secrets in the library, and now he had a place to start inside the restricted section.<br><br>The witch doctor lead them back to the ring of cliff fly larva and cast a paralysis spell over them so Crane and the others could pass, they thank each other and parted ways. After three days of travel over the planes, they arrived back at Yarsan, and parted ways. Crane made plans to meet with Kegan in three months, and Salem and Tonya both asked to be added to Crane's friend list. Before departing, Eris said meekly, "Thankyou for helping us get there, and for helping me get the class and well....." She quitely mumbled the rest, prompting Crane to say, "Not need for thanks, we're friends right?" For some reason this made Eris mad and she said, " Well I'll pay you back with interest! Just wait and see!" She lead the trio off and Crane went the the general store. Crane bought a large amount of paper and pens and headed for the library. <br><br>He walked up to the librarian and said, "I'd like to return this book, but I don't want to burden you, I'll just turn it in myself." The librarian nodded and bent down, opening a latch that revealed a stone staircase descending into the restricted section that was behind the counter. Crane walked down over a hundred feet, and found the door. He tried the handle but it felted looked. Crane took Herbs of the Senbain Mountains out of his inventory and tried again, this time it opened revealing a room that held about forty shelves. Crane had three months before he had to fight the level 150 Fire Cat leader or he would lose Kegan, and he needed to find every method of becoming stronger this room had to offer. Crane looked up the number on the back of the book and found the empty spot in the shelves that matched up before returning it.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Quest Complete: Retrieve the Book<br><br>-You have leveled up!<br>-You have leveled up!<br>-You have leveled up!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Crane remembered the numbers on the spine of the twelve volume history of Yarsan and looked for it. The books were in a corner of the back wall, but around the books were histories of other cities and countries. This meant that all there was to read about Yarsan’s history had already been read by him. Crane remembered what the old man said about the name, ‘he will show you the way’,’ and took out the piece of paper and read the name aloud, “Er'tan Eldamor.”<br><br>The shelf that held the histories started to rumble, the shelf then slid back, revealing a stone hallway. Crane walked through until he found what appeared to be a modest study. There was just a table, two chairs, an empty bookshelf, and a large pile of ash in the corner. Crane realized that whatever secrets this room once contained were torched by another party, but Crane still had to look around. <br><br>Crane noticed the bookshelf was leaning just slightly to the right, he peared under it to see the left side was elevated less than half an inch off the ground. Crane carefully tilted the shelf forward and placed in on its front side. Crane went back to check and found two books, one large and one small, the large one was taller than the baseboard of the shelf bottom elevated it off the ground which was why it was leaning. Crane took both books to the table and looked at the covers, the small book had a vertical line with a triangle the pointed to the right at its center making it look like a line with a large thorn. The larger book had the name Er'tan Eldamor on its cover. <br><br>Crane opened that one, but as soon as he did, a screen like a frameless television appeared in front in front of him. It showed a middle aged man who seemed to be the teacher of three children two boys and a little girl, the scene changed to show the same man, only older instructing the one of the now taller boys on using a sword, then to a scene of the man instructing the second lad on carving a piece of wood, then to a scene of the man instructing the girl on handwriting. A slide show of movie clips was shown on the screen with the man teaching each of the three a different skill, and how they progressed and aged.<br><br>Then came a scene where all three, now early teens, were in a classroom with the man being shown a board with twenty-four symbols on it, the third of which matched the one on the smaller book. In the scene the little girl spoke up, “Where do they come from?” The instructor answered, “Boafu discovered each one and the power they contain through research and exploring. ” The girl said again, “Not where he found them, where did the runes come from?” “The instructor nodded and said. “In the time before the world, Odin, father of Thor, found the world tree, Yggdrasil and sought to learn where its power came from. So he stabbed it with a spear. “ The class laughed for a bit before he continued, “Well the tree was not amused, it grabbed Odin and hung him upside down facing the tree for nine days and nights. For all that time Odin could only face the tree, on that ninth day, he saw the runes. The bark of Yggdrasill has many lines of course but Odin saw that these lines formed the runes which gave Yggdrasil its great power. After grasping the truth he was released, and used the rune magic to become the first high magician. After he gained power he shared his knowledge with the world below. They were the first magicians of this world. All magic that people have today was derived from the rune magic discovered by Odin, rediscovered by Boafu, and is now being taught to you.” In the next scenes, each was getting older, but their practice was different, the tip of the first boy’s practicing sword now left a glow that remained, like the sword was being used to write something in the air. The second lad was now using sculpting tools to carve glowing symbols in objects, and the girl was writing the same glowing symbols on paper. Another scene and the instructor was much older and the three kids were now adults. The swordsman wrote the symbols in the air which seemed to give added effects to his attacks, the second man was at a blacksmith forge, the weapons all had a line of the symbols glowing on the blade, and the young woman was writing glowing symbols on talisman paper. A scene then appeared of the old instructor speaking to the three young adults, “My princes and princess, military advisor Joul Rotan has betrayed us, he leads an army of King Kallamore’s soldiers to the city. The lady said, “But why Er'tan? Our father has done nothing wrong.” The swordsman spoke up, “Because he wants power and our father’s throne, but how did he convince King Kallamore to give him soldiers?” Er’tan answered, “Through fear of course, no one outside the royal family knows the secrets of the great sorcerer, Boafu’s magic. The only exception is my family, which descended from Boafu’s best students. Joul Rotan likely convinced the King that our magic was a threat to Kallamore.” The blacksmith prince said, “So what do we do?” Er’tan answered, “The king has instructed us to do as I taught you.” The scene changes to Er’tan and the blacksmith prince in the forge with a large pile of weapons which glowing symbols, then to a scene of Er’tan and the princess making neat stacks of glowing talismans. The next scene showed Er’tan, the sword using prince, and a small legion of soldiers wearing armor and wielding swords with lines of glowing symbols on them. The two lead the soldiers to skirmishes where the glowing swords cut through the mercenaries like butter, some of the swords even cast spells. Er’tan waved his sword with a glowing point and wrote a line of symbols in the air, then pointed his sword at a wave of mercenaries who were then consumed by black fire. The swordsman prince called out a strange words and extended his hand, then men in front of him fell to their knees and could not lift their swords, he then wrote a long line of symbols and called out another strange word. Lightning dropped on the group. The scenes of many battles between the the Joul Rotan’s army and the royal family's soldiers played before Crane. A scene of catapults launching rocks at a wall only to be pulverised on impact with the wall unaffected switched with a scene from inside the same wall showing it was covered in hundreds of talismans, and every time a rock hit the wall, several would dissolve. Then a scene of Er’tan, now a wrinkled old man and a younger man who was crying. The crying man said, “Why did my son have to die?” Er’tan answered, “Because it is war.” The man stopped crying and tightened his fists. He got up and said, “Goodbye Captain.” Er’tan said, “Where are you going Roricas?” Ruffio Roricas looked back at Er’tan and said, “To end the war.” The next scene was of a young man running up to Er’tan and saying, “Father! The royal family is dead!” Er’tan looked shocked and said, “Impossible, no one could have gotten through our defenses.” His son shook his head, “No father, they were not killed by an enemy, they were poisoned!” The already old Er’tan seemed to age even further in the instant he realized what had happened, and said, “It is only a matter of time until they find out the weapons no longer work. To save as many lives as we can, I will surrender as the leader. “ “No father!” “It is the only way they may spare the men. Take Baofu’s books and hide them away.” The scene ended and the screen closed. But to Crane’s surprise another screen opened.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have discovered the secret Rune classes. You may chooses to convert to a Rune class. Each class can use rune magic and has a specialty and a bonus that affects the specialty.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Crane could not believe the screen that appeared in front of his eyes. A Kallamore Warrior cannot change to any class that was not used by the Royal family, but this seemed to be a loophole. Although not the royal Kallamore family, These classes were used by the Yarsan Royal family. He looked through the list to see what he would choose.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td></td></tr><tr><td>Rune Swordsman</td></tr><tr><td>+Gain Rune Sword Skill<br>+Gain Rune Call Skill<br>+50% Attack with swords<br>+50% Effect Strength Rune Sword and Rune Call</td></tr><tr><td></td></tr><tr><td>Rune Blacksmith</td></tr><tr><td>+50% Maximum Mana<br>+Gain Blacksmith Skill<br>+Gain Sculpture Mastery<br>+Gain Rune Smith Skill, Immediate Use<br>+50% Effect strength of Rune smithing<br>-50% mana deduction when using rune smith</td></tr><tr><td></td></tr><tr><td>Rune Writer</td></tr><tr><td>+50% Maximum Mana<br>+Gain Handicraft Skill<br>+Gain Rune Write Skill<br>+Gain Rune Call Skill<br>+100% Effect Strength of Rune Write Skill<br>-50% mana deduction when using rune write</td></tr><tr><td></td></tr><tr><td>Rune Master</td></tr><tr><td>+Gain Skill Rune Mastery<br>+25% Attack with Swords<br>+25% Maximum Mana<br>+Gain Rune Sword Skill<br>+Gain Rune Call Skill<br>+Gain Sculpture Mastery<br>+Gain Rune Write Skill<br>+Gain Handicraft Skill</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Now Crane had to decide which he would pick. If he choose anything but Rune Swordsman, he would lose his current +50% Attack and proficiency growth rate of sword mastery all swordsman enjoyed as well as a massive drop in sword mastery proficiney. However what interested him was the rune skills, below the selection was a list of the Rune skill descriptions<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Rune Sword <br>Can write Runes with the tip of sword. <br>Strength of Rune effect multiplied by 100/Finesse stat<br>Effect of Rune Determined by intention when used<br>Mana Costs: 5 per second<br>Requirements:<br>Sword Mastery<br>Finesse</td></tr><tr><td>Rune Call <br>Can use Rune magic by calling out Rune names or sounds<br>Effect of Rune Determined by intention when used<br>300% Mana Cost to use Rune Effect</td></tr><tr><td>Rune Smith<br>Can carve Runes into weapons and armor that grant additional options without decreasing max durability<br>Effect of Rune Determined by intention when used<br>For every rune carved, Maximum mana decreases by 50<br>Mana returns upons item’s destruction<br>Effect Strength determined by Sculpture mastery<br>Requirements:<br>Sculpture Mastery<br>Unless used by a Rune Blacksmith, Intermediate level Blacksmithing required to prevent loss of Max Durability</td></tr><tr><td>Rune Write<br>Can write Runes on talismans<br>Effect of Rune Determined by intention when used<br>For every Rune written, Maximum mana decrease by 25<br>Mana returns upon talisman's use<br>Effect strength determined by Handicraft skill<br>Requirements:<br>Handicraft Skill</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>If Crane became a swordsman, he would be able to fight like the first prince did and call lightning from the sky or even cooler. If he became a Rune Blacksmith or Rune Writer, he could create and sell magic items anyone could use. However he would not be able to do that in Kallamore Kingdom and would have to leave, and even if that weren’t a problem, he could not make an infinite amount of either because of the maximum mana deduction. That left him with two options, the rune swordsman who could take on a squad of Kallamore Knights and emerge victorious and unscathed, or the jack of all trades master of none, ironically called Rune Master. <br><br>Crane truly wanted to become a rune swordsmans, but he could not stand the thought of letting the smith and write skill be lost to him, so he said, “Rune Master.” <br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have selected Rune Master<br>Warning!!! You are switching from a sword based class to a all purpose class. You will incur a penalty of -50% Total experience of Sword mastery, reducing it to beginner level [8] 35%. Will you still convert?</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Crane had expected this. The game had a system in place that prevented people from using the experience bonus of different classes to increase several proficiencies by swapping classes. However all the experience he would lose could be gained back. "Yes."<br>Crane emitted a bright light for a moment before returning to normal and seeing the screen that appeared before him.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Avatar- Crane.</td><td>Alignment- Neutral</td></tr><tr><td>Level 96</td><td>Class- Rune Master</td></tr><tr><td>Title- None</td><td>Fame- 260</td></tr><tr><td>Health- 4150</td><td>Mana- 2200</td></tr><tr><td>Strength- 240+20</td><td>Agility- 245+20</td></tr><tr><td>Wisdom- 80+20</td><td>Intellect- 80+20</td></tr><tr><td>Vitality- 90+20</td><td>Luck- 0+20</td></tr><tr><td>Leadership 12+20</td><td>Finesse- XX+20</td></tr><tr><td>Fighting Spirit- 68+20</td><td>Perseverance 99+20</td></tr><tr><td colspan="2">Endurance- 40+20</td></tr><tr><td>Attack- 180</td><td>Defense- 75</td></tr><tr><td colspan="2">+ All stats are added 20<br>+ While using a sword you receive +25% bonus to Attack<br>+ +25% Maximum Mana<br>+ Enables you to learn all craft skills to the stage of a master.<br>+ Can learn skills that use the stat finesse<br>+ Can learn and use rune magic. <br>+ Can harness true power of runes to increase variety of effects when used.<br>+ As a Rune Master, you understand that all magic originates from runes, Enables you to learn modern magic spells based on your level in Rune Mastery.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have learned new Skill: Rune Sword<br>You have learned new Skill: Rune Call<br>You have learned new Skill: Sculpture Mastery<br>You have learned new Skill: Rune Smith<br>You have learned new Skill: Rune Write<br>You have learned new Skill: Handicraft<br>You have learned new Skill: Rune Mastery</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Crane’s health and strength now surpassed what it was when he was a Kallamore warrior and his mana far surpassed his previous amount due to the fact he was now a jack of all trades part time spell caster. From what he understood, that last two bonuses of being a Rune Master would come in very handy later. The first part seemed to imply he could practically create his own rune spells, outside the rune's original uses. And the second part stated that he could learn any spell, as long as it's level did not exceed the skill level of Rune Mastery, but he was sure there would be a catch of some kind.<br><br>Crane opened the small book with what he now knew was a rune on it. Within the cover was a picture of the 26 runes and the cover page said, Thurisaz, with a picture of the same rune on the cover.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Thurisaz, 3, th<br>The directed cosmic force of destruction and defense. The lightning of Thor’s hammer Mjöllnir, the weapon that defends the world below and Àsgardhr above. A force against hostile powers. Directs power and force. The regeneration that follows destruction</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>From what Crane could tell, this book was a guide to the use of the rune, thurisaz. Crane closed the cover and put his hand on it, “Learn.”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>-You have learned the rune magic Thurisaz</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Show Skill window rune magic."<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Rune Magic [1] 0%<br>Can use learned runes to perform rune based spells and skills<br><br>Thurisaz, th, 3<br>Mana cost 100</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Crane understood the basics of the concept. It worked similar to Battle Aura. Crane faced an stone wall and imagined Thor’s hammer Mjöllnir granting him it’s destructive lightning to strike the wall, he raised his arm and said, “Thurisaz.”<br><br>A bolt of lightning shot out of his hand at the wall, costing him 300 mana. He then drew his sword and said “Rune Sword,” The tip of his sword glowed and Crane imagined that the sword in his hand was the powerful Mjöllnir and he wanted a bolt of lightning to shoot out the tip. He wrote Thurisaz with a slash down and a two flicks of the wrist to write the point, 71! He then thrusted through the glowing rune and it absorbed into the blade and lightning ejected from the tip. The spell was not as powerful because he needing practice writing the runes in the air, but it took two seconds to write and costed only 110 mana. Then Crane remembered what he had seen the prince do. Crane used rune sword again, 81!, but at the moment he thrusted he called out “Thurisaz!” A lightning bolt shot out of Crane’s sword that was twice the size of the either of the first two. It costed 410 mana but the skills could be stacked. And hopefully the mana cost would go down with an increase in skill proficiency.<br><br>However Crane knew that Thurisaz was likely the only rune he could learn inside this room. Crane looked back at the pile of ashes and decided it was about 25 books worth. This did not deter him though, according to Er’tan, Boafu discovered each one and the power they contain through research and exploring and Crane would now have to do the same. But that was for later. Neither of the two books had a number on the spine which meant they were not bound to the restricted section so he put the in his inventory and went back to through the hall. Crane had only been down there for an hour or so and he still had three months to look through as many books as he could. “Let’s get started.”<br><br>Chapter 10 The Last Days of Yarsan part 1 &lt;!-- l --&gt;&lt;a class="postlink-local" href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=91&amp;t=623"&gt;viewtopic.php?f=91&amp;t=623&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- l --&gt;<br>Chapter 9 part 1 &lt;!-- l --&gt;&lt;a class="postlink-local" href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=91&amp;t=580&amp;p=2359#p2359"&gt;viewtopic.php?f=91&amp;t=580&amp;p=2359#p2359&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- l --&gt; </div>

Chapter 9 pt2 (These posts can only have 60,000 characters and my chapter 9 had 78k, so i had to split it. Sorry for inconvenience) Crane and the witches walked for about two hours. They saw bulls, large deer, boars, and other animals around. Crane was emitting a battle aura that gave the animals the impression that they were a small group of horses slowly walking by. The animals did not run away when Crane passed them. Eris said in a somewhat low voice, "hey, what is going on, this area has too many animals. If a pack of wolves showed up here they would be in heaven." Once again Crane was impressed by her insight and he said, "They would sooner be in hell, wolves come here pretty often and are eaten quickly." Eris stopped in her tracks. "Eaten?! Wolves are eaten? Aren't wolves the top predator in the animal food chain? A pack of wolves can even take on a bear." She wasn't wrong, monsters were divided into categories and although there were many types on the Senbain mountain, the most common type in the plains was animal. Animals were ordered into a hierarchy of who ate who and in most of the plains, wolves or bears were at the top, with nothing else stronger living there. "In other areas yes, wolves are at the top, but the territory is home to a Fire Cat." Eris looked at Crane like he she had just been stabbed. Her sisters weren't aware of it but Fire Cats were the most dangerous animal type in Kallamore Kingdom. They were giant sabertooth tigers that had flames come out of their body meaning that Salem's skills would mostly be useless and the fire cat's level ranged from 80 to 130. However Fire Cats were not native the the area, but a pack of them lived to the north of Kallamore, opposite the grasslands of their location. Eris solftly said, "Why is there a fire cat here? Wait, how do you even know there is one here? Crane replied, "There were reports in the area of a predator free zone, this is trait of fire cats, they kill all the predators in their territory. As for why, we'll probably find out later." This was obviously not making Eris feel better, "Why did you bring us here?!" Of the three witches, Salem was their best damage dealer, with Eris debuffing the target and Tonya buffing and healing the party. But a fire cat was pratically immune to fire spells meaning it was one of the few monsters the trio stood no chance against. Crane said, "I told you before that part two would try to eat me, now if you'll stay here I need to call the fire cat." Eris almost yelled, "Call?! You're actually going to bring it here?!.... Wait a second, you said wolves get eaten and predators get killed when they come here, how come we've made it this far in?" Crane smiled at her insight again and said, "Because I've been masking our presence. When a wolf with the intention of eating enters the territory, it gives off fighting spirit. A fire cat can sense fighting spirit, so I've replaced mine temporarily with something else. Now I am going to enhance my fighting spirit high enough to call the fire cat here." Crane looked at the trio and said, "Now this is important, I am going to fight the fire cat and you three are not going to interfere, you understand?" Tonya said, "At least let me bless you!" "Not even that" Eris looked at him and said, "But if you get killed we don't stand a chance against it." Crane replied, "I don’t want you fighting it in any circumstances. Go to the tree line there and cast magic to hide your presence." It was common knowledge that dark magic could manipulate shadows to extend darkness over them to become less visible. Eris nodded and lead her sisters to the tree line. Crane removed the image of him and the people around him being simple horses from his mind and drank a mana potion. He had been using battle aura for the past two hours and wanted to be as close to full strength as he could be. When Crane's mana reached full, he imagined himself as a mighty dragon descending from the sky, intending to conquer the area and kill everything there. Crane heard a roar that echoed from a while away and kept up his presence. After a minute he saw the fire cat. Whether he was fortunate or not he did not know yet, because the fire cat's flames burned blue, a sign he was at least level 120. The beast looked like an image of a sabertooth tiger he had seen before except for the darker coloring, the truck sized stature, and the fact that flames licked themselves down the length of it body like quiet embers in a campfire. Crane reached for his knight potion and loosened the cork a bit. He approach the Fire Fat as it tried to circle him. When he got within range he shouted as loud as he could and threw the bottle at the fire cat's mouth. Direct hit! The cork opened fully and the potion ran into the mouth, the cat spit out the bottle, but it was empty. Crane changed his battle aura to that of an honorable knight seeking a worthy challenge. If Crane had drunk the potion he would not have gained the +50 honor points, but if a monster drinks it that is another story. Monsters had a wider range of attributes making them more affected by the things around them. The now honor filled fire cat seemed to respond to Crane's aura and it slowly approached him. They would both fight honorably, and the stronger one would emerge. However Crane was about 30 levels below the Fire Cat, and all the effort put into becoming stronger at the training center was negated by the fact that Fire Cat how had +50 STR, AGI, VIT, and Honor from the Knight's potion. If this was going to work Crane needed to win honorably which meant no help, no cleric buffs, no potion buffs or even potion healing, just his strength and skill against the now super fire cat before the potion wore off in three minutes. But Crane wasn't worried, he made a discovery while training his finesse for two months straight. Crane imagined exactly how the battle would go, he envisioned exactly how the cat would move in response to his own movements and how he would counter it, Crane saw the entire battle in his mind, right up to his own absolute victory and performed his majestic stance. 120! His level six Soa's routine gave him about a 60% increase in attack strength and speed with 95 finesse, but with intense mental imaging beyond what Soa himself could've performed, Crane broke the limit and his stance gave him a 75% increase in attack strength and attack speed for the next six moves. Continuous use of the 12 forms counted and a single move until interrupted, but without interrupting it his moves would be too predictable and he would not be able to move or dodge without slashing his sword. Crane dashed to met the fire cat with power lunge, Crane stopped before reaching him and turned to intercept where he would dodge. and started his twelve forms. He only had three movements left. The cat was unprepared to take an attack after a dodge and Crane delivered six strikes in an instant before the cat swiped its flaming paw as Crane ducked to it's side. | You are on fire, your health will decline. | | --- | . Getting close to a Fire Cat meant getting caught on fire but Crane knew the risks and planned for them. While on fire but at the cat's side he dove behind it to once again intercept it if after moving away from him and started his twelve forms again. The only real hassle of fighting it was the fire, by watching the Fire Cat’s spine and muscles, it wasn't difficult to predict how it would move and soon Crane had it panting heavily and tired while he was down to half health from being on fire. The cat was still under the effect of the potion and gave Crane a look that said, 'give me an honorable death.' Crane dashed forward and struck the cats forehead, dropping it to the ground. However the fire cat did not dissolve as a dead monster would. Crane's last blow to its head was from the hilt of his sword, not the tip. "Alright, you girls can come on over now." The trio ran over to see Crane, unaware that the beast still breathed. Tonya called out, "Healing Hand, Purify." Crane's life returned to close to normal and his on fire status had been cured. Crane then said, "If it isn't much trouble, could you heal him too?" Tonya and the rest looked back at the Fire Cat and when they realized it was still breathing, they jumped back. Tonya looked at Eris who shook her head. Crane figured this might happen and took out a health potion. He popped to cork and poured it into the fire cat's mouth. Eris yelled, "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE YOU DOING?!" Crane saw the blue flames on the Fire Cat grow a bit stronger and said, "Step 2." In one of the books Crane read about the difference between a regular horse and the horse ridden on by elite knights, there was an obscure reference to 'taming the honorable heart of the steed.' Crane interpreted this as to mean that the horse was given the honor stat through a buff or potion before it was broken by the knight. Of course the chances of this working on a monster while Crane himself wasn't a knight was practically zero, but when Crane saw the Fire Cat adapting to the honor stat, he went through with his plan and did not finish him off. Now he needed to wait and see the results. Crane let off a powerful aura of the honorable knight recognizing an equal in combat over the cat as it began to wake up. It looked around and spoke in a low tone of voice, "Why did you not finish me off?" Crane smiled, some higher level animals, even wolves were capable of human speech. Crane looked at him and said, "Because I see the potential in you. I have been looking for a partner, an equal to fight as one with. Join me, give me your speed and strength, and I shall give you my skill and sword." "Hmm, you are strong, one of the strongest I have ever fought, but there is another I know who is stronger, if you defeat him, I shall be your speed." "Who is this stronger one?" "Saber, the leader of my pack and killer of my mate. I fought him with all my strength but he defeated me with ease and banished me from my home. Ding* | The Fire Cat has asked you to prove yourself by killing the only one he ever lost to, the killer of his mate and pack leader, Saber.Difficulty: CReward:The Fire Cat will join you as an ally | | --- | Crane needed a mount now, so he made a comprimise. "I shall defeat this Saber, but I require your speed at this time. Lend me your speed until the end of the week and I shall kill Saber by the end of the season. The fire cat said, "Very well, I shall be your speed for now, but if you have not defeated Saber by then, then I shall know your word is not good." | You have accepted the QuestQuest Requirement added: Finish within three monthsQuest Penalty added: Failure to finish will result in future hostility from the fire cat. | | --- | The named leader of a pack of fire cat would be around level 150. Crane did not mention it, but an honorable fighter fights without tricks, that is the reason he could easily predict each of the cat's moves. Had he fought in a natural setting, after the cat saw Crane's strength it would've burned him repeatedly and waited for Crane to turn to ash. Even if it didn't, without the ability to predict the cat's moves, a single attack would likely kill him. Majestic stance doesn't increase defense at all so in a real 1 on 1 fight Crane would only be able to use Noble step to dodge and Regal Guard to block, leaving him only capable of using basic attacks to slowly whittle away at the monster's enormous health reserves. If Crane wanted to keep his new acquisition, he need to become stronger, and he only had about three months to do it to do it. "Now you need a name, I shall call you, Kegan." Eris slowly walked over to Crane while looking at the Fire Cat and said, "Are you gonna ride it? There is not enough room for all four of us up there." Crane turned to her and her sisters with a smile and said, "But there is room for two and a half." -------------------------------------------------------------- Crane was running at a Dash powered speed to the mountains. Running at his side was a fifteen foot from tooth to tail Fire cat being ridden on by two small girls and one even smaller girl. Crane's dash skill could be used continuously for about a mile before Crane had to refill with a mana potion, and he had over a hundred of them. This would be completely impossible if he had not increased his Perseverance stat by so much in the training hall, giving him almost three times the stamina he had before. After ten hours of running, night fell on the valley. The fire cat stopped embers from coming out of his back, but his legs, tail, and paws glowed with a blue flame as he ran. After another few hours the cat could not keep up with Crane and Crane said, "Let us rest now, my stamina is almost gone." As Salem got off she said, "Oww, my butt hurts.” Riding bareback for long periods was painful. They rested till morning and when the sun rose, the group could clearly see the mountain range. Crane said, "Ok girls, we're almost there so it is reveal what you're hiding time. I am here searching for an overdue library book, why are you here?" The trio stared at Crane for a while before Eris said, "If you're not going to tell us the reason you're here, why should we?" "It's the truth, I am on a quest to return a library book that contains knowledge about herbs found in the senbain mountains. In this section of the senbain mountains is a herb that can be used to make many powerful potions, one of which is capable of extending life." "Ok, why do you think that is the herb the guy who borrowed the book is looking for?" Eris asked. "Because he borrowed it 170 years ago." Eris raised her eyebrows letting a shocked expression slip by before saying, "So the only place he could still be alive is here, if he is anywhere else you'd be looking for a corpse, so you're starting here first." "Correct." Eris nodded and said, "Ya, he's there, it's pretty impressive you found him with so little information." Now it was Crane's turn to be surprised, "You know he's here? How?" "Because I was given a quest to find an old man here last seen in this part of the mountains, from what I know, making a life extending potion sounds within his capabilities." Tonya said, "So we're gonna stay together?" Salem said, "Only if big sis says so." Eris raised her shoulders in defeat, "If we have the same destination, I see no reason to separate." Tonya jumped up and down, "Hurray!" Crane was pretty sure the small cleric was just happy she could still ride Kegan. Crane asked, "Ok, how much do you know of his location?" "Thats it is around this area." Crane wondered how on Versailles she had intended to find the man in a area filled with monsters between level 90 at the lowest and 350 at the highest if the reports he read were accurate." "Ok, tell me everything you know about him, we'll work from there." "He is a powerful user of dark magic. That's about it." "Powerful huh, I can work with that. Kegan, I know there are plenty of powerful spirits in the mountain, but is there an area that others avoid completely?" Kengan closed his eyes and remained silent. After a couple minutes, he said, "I can not get a clear picture of areas that are being avoided. Crane had an idea, "Ok, if I exert a strong spirit, the monsters in the area will react by strengthening their own right? Can you use this to get a better picture? "Yes." Crane go on top of Kegan, Eris said, "What are you going to do?" Crane replied, "Sonar," and he rode off on Kegan. Crane had never ridden anything before, much less a giant sabertooth tiger, he was barely keeping his balance as Kegan jumped from rock face to rock face with Crane giving bursts of battle aura with the thought, "I am a powerful dragon come to kill you all." Every monster in that area felt the proverbial hairs on the back of their neck stand up and heightened their guard, releasing a stronger fighting spirit. Kegan avoided them keeping them far away but within range for Crane's sonar idea to work. After about an hour of jumping around, Kegan returned to the base of the mountain. "I've found a small area that others are definitely avoiding." "Good work, lets go collect the girls and head up." "But there is a problem, there are no paths we can reach the area without running into others." "I see." Crane found the trio again and they got back onto Kegan. They approached each area they had to pass to see what path had the least risk. The first path was blocked by a pack of twenty or so Terror birds, velociraptor sized chickens thats were about level one hundred apiece. The next pass went through an underpass that had about half a dozen mountain trolls on it, giant four armed apes that averaged level 150 and had massive regenerative abilities. The following path seemed to be the home of rock lizards, five foot long lizards with a rock hard hide and a poisonous bite. And the last way to get to the empty area looked empty, but Kegan told Crane he sensed dozens of strong fighting spirits in the area. "So, which is your favorite?" The girls were all silent, their options were to pick a path or return to Yarsan. Crane volunteered, "I've got a suggestion." Eris looked up at Crane. He started, "I need that book, you need to meet the person, so here is the plan. We'll go down the last path, I'll run through it and draw whatever comes out at me, leading them away. You guys ride Kegan, get in, and do what you need to do. There is a good chance I'll die, so if I do, please ask the guy for the book, Herbs of Senbain." "If you die, how will you get the book back?" "Well that's the easy part, Eris, would you be my friend?" She slowly nodded. -Eris has been added to your friend list. "Alright, lets go." Crane stood at the edge of the area with hidden monsters and started walking forward. He had walked about a hundred feet in when he realized something. He walked back to his starting point making sure to take the same steps he took to get there. Salem said, "Welcome back, how was your trip?" Crane ignored her sarcasm and said, "Kegan, did I step on any of the fighting spirits you felt?" "No, you walked within eight feet of three though and they did nothing." "I see, I think these are cliff fly larva?" Eris said, "Never heard of them." "Cliff flies are giant flying bugs that swarm in certain areas, they dig holes in rocks with acid spit and lay their young inside. If the larva feel pressure above them, as in they get stepped on, they exhale a poison gas most monsters are vulnerable to. Other than Fire Cats there are no monsters in these mountains that can sense fighting spirit from a great distance so they could not pass through here without getting poisoned." Crane had to test it first of course. "Kegan, where is a close one?" "To the left of that stone." Crane walked over to the stone in question and saw a tiny hole inside the rock. Crane took out a bottle and tossed it over the hole while holding his breathe. As soon as it hit the ground, a large puff of green gas erupted from the hole. Crane ran into the gas cloud and quickly capped the bottle. He ran back to and said, "Identify." | Larva fly poison gasA noxious fume that dissolves the inside of whatever breathes it in.Breaks down to harmless gas in a under a minute | | --- | | -Skill Level Up: Identify [7]You can now identify the properties of items | | --- | Crane was both happy and sad. He hoped that collected gas could be used as a poison grenade but it was useless. But if Crane now used Identify on unknown herbs, he could find out what properties it would give a potion Crane told the girls it was all clear as long as Kegan was taking the lead. They walked in an awkward zigzag path until, "We have reached the area where no others travel, but there appears to be a ring of these bugs around the entire area." "Not a problem, go wait over there until I'm done," Crane said. Kegan and the girls waited a good thirty feet away as crane took a deep breath in and walked over the area, activating one gas cloud at a time. After waiting a few more seconds for the gas to dissipate Crane took in a breath. After that he held it again and walked through the area, no poison. "All clear." The group entered the ring and walked to the center. Crane looked around and said, "Yup, this place should have that herb, split up and look for a house." "Why can't Kegan find him?" "Because monsters and most warriors have fighting spirit, magicians on the other hand do not, you three for example are undetectable." Crane answered as Kegan nodded. The group searched the immediate area, looking for signs of a hidden doorway or dwelling. Then the group heard a high pitch, "Foouuund iiit!" Crane and the others gathered around Tonya who spotted a cave. Kegan confirmed there were no fighting spirits inside and they investigated. A couple feet inside there was a door, and feeling adventurous, Crane knocked on it four times and waited. A few moments later the door opened revealing a tall old man without a shirt, bones in his hair and tattoos over him. He looked at the Crane in his blue and black outfit, the witch trio, then back to Crane and said, "Would you know which witch is which if every witch did switch?" He then raised a wand with a small skull at the end and said, "You can take a while to guess who, walk a mile in another shoe." The skull lit up for a moment and died down, the crazy old man then closed the door. Crane looked at Eris and said, "What was that all about?" Eris looked back at him and said, "Heey, I’m Tonya." Tonya then screamed and Salem said, "Why am I in Salem's body and why is Tonya in mine?!" Crane shook his head and realized what was going in. He looked at Salem, now Eris and said, "He's a witch doctor isn't he?" She nodded, embarrassed. The now tall Sonya said, "This is awesome, we should stay like this," while jumping up and down. Salem and Eris in unison said, "No way!" Crane then said, "Tonya, can you use purify?" "Well, ok, Purify." Nothing happened. It seemed that not only had their bodies been switched, their classes had as well. Crane turned to Salem and said, "Ok, you try." "No problem, Purify." This time a light did surround Salem, but nothing happened. Crane caught Eris looking downward and asked, "Was there something you had to tell us?" "Well, witch doctor curses can't be dispelled as easily as a regular curse. The require something more, I'm guessing that this spell can't be undone unless all three of us get purified at the same time, and purify only affects one person at a time." Crane got three of the four antidoted he made and passed them around. "Drink up on three, one, two, three." The girls drank at the same time, and a small light passed over all three of them simultaneously. The eldest body spoke first, "I'm me again.", the Salem, "Me too," and Tonya pouted a bit. Crane turned around and knocked on the door again. When the witch doctor opened up, Crane said, "I figured out who is who, they are themselves." He looked surprised and said, "Well well, aren't you something." He motioned them to come inside and sit at a table. "Hmm, sorry about earlier, I haven't had visitors in sixty years and I wanted a little fun." Rather than be mad, Eris asked, "Why didn't Crane switch?" "Ho ho, that is because you three are the same, and he is different. You three are around the same age, the same gender, you are related by blood, and are all magicians. Which the exception of age, the blue one has nothing in common with you, so no switcheroo." Crane could see the uses and limitations, it was not all powerful, but it could be used on a horde of same type monsters to create mass confusion which can be taken advantage of. Crane now realized Eris's purpose for coming here. Eris started again, "Let me introduce myself, I am Eris, I have come to learn how to become a witch doctor." The old man looked at her and said, "But I am not interested in you." Eris furrowed her eyebrows and said, "Why not?" "Simple, crossing the mountain and larva field was a test of shorts, you did not pass it," he pointed to Crane, "He did. From what I can tell little miss, you came here without any trouble whatsoever, you did not have to fight a single monster, I know this because if someone as weak as you fought anything on this mountain, you would be dead. Yet the reason you live is because of luck, the blue one could’ve come here without you, but you could not have come here without him. You do not deserve the class of Witch doctor." Although what he observed was true, Crane felt what the old man had said was too harsh. Eris collapsed onto the table, but the old man ignored her and walked to Crane, "What do you say, would you like to become a Witch Doctor?" Crane waited a moment, but the class confirmation screen did not show up, a Kallamore Warrior can not change to a class that was not used by the royal family, and all those classes are in the Royal Kallamore Army of which Crane could never return. "I can not accept your offer." "But why? You have great potential as a spell caster, and witch doctors use a variety of combat skills as well, you would become far more powerful." "I agree and I would if I could, but when I say I can not accept your offer, I mean it literally, I am unable to accept your offer." At this point the old man was curious, he asked, "Why can you not accept, does it have to do with why you have come? Tell me your story." The man already told Eris he was interested in Crane, this man who had no one to talk to for sixty years must have been very anxious to hear a good story. So Crane said, "I will tell you my story from the beginning to end only if you agree to give Eris the witch doctor class." "Hmm, only if you swear to return every once in awhile to share more stories." Crane had intended to return regularly anyways to train and collect herbs so he agreed. The witch doctor turned back to Eris and said, "hey little girl, would you like to become a witch doctor?" Eris raised her head suspiciously and said in a quiet voice, "yes?" A ring of light surrounded her, and she had a surprised look on her face. Crane began his story. -------------------------------------------- The witch doctor said, "So you seek a power to replace what you have lost from the crippling effects of being a Kallamore Warrior who does not serve Kallamore." Crane nodded. The doctor walked upstairs and Salem said, "Woah, I can't believe you were the guy who the Archers were talking about, and I'm sorry to hear about what those noble jerks did." Salem, Eris and Tonya had listened to his entire story as well, but Crane didn't mind. The witch doctor came down the stairs and put a book on the table. Herbs of the Senbain mountains. Crane took the book and put it in his inventory. He then said, "Excuse me, but could you teach me how to harvest herbs?" The witch doctor said, "Sure, follow me outside." He lead him outside to an herb and said, "The trick is not damaging the roots, dig around the plant to preserve the roots and lift, not pluck," | You learned new skill: Medical Botany. | | --- | The witch Doctor then said, "I know of something else I think you should learn." "Yes?" "You know of Yarsan's history?" "Intimately." "Then take this." He handed Crane a piece of paper with a name on it, Er'tan Eldamor, "find that person in the history of Yarsan, and he will show you the way to the power you've been looking for. I feel I must warn that the path will be treacherous, filled with dangers and all sorts of things. But something tells me you are in fact the kind of person who enjoys such things." Crane smiled, Crane had learned many useful skills and secrets in the library, and now he had a place to start inside the restricted section. The witch doctor lead them back to the ring of cliff fly larva and cast a paralysis spell over them so Crane and the others could pass, they thank each other and parted ways. After three days of travel over the planes, they arrived back at Yarsan, and parted ways. Crane made plans to meet with Kegan in three months, and Salem and Tonya both asked to be added to Crane's friend list. Before departing, Eris said meekly, "Thankyou for helping us get there, and for helping me get the class and well....." She quitely mumbled the rest, prompting Crane to say, "Not need for thanks, we're friends right?" For some reason this made Eris mad and she said, " Well I'll pay you back with interest! Just wait and see!" She lead the trio off and Crane went the the general store. Crane bought a large amount of paper and pens and headed for the library. He walked up to the librarian and said, "I'd like to return this book, but I don't want to burden you, I'll just turn it in myself." The librarian nodded and bent down, opening a latch that revealed a stone staircase descending into the restricted section that was behind the counter. Crane walked down over a hundred feet, and found the door. He tried the handle but it felted looked. Crane took Herbs of the Senbain Mountains out of his inventory and tried again, this time it opened revealing a room that held about forty shelves. Crane had three months before he had to fight the level 150 Fire Cat leader or he would lose Kegan, and he needed to find every method of becoming stronger this room had to offer. Crane looked up the number on the back of the book and found the empty spot in the shelves that matched up before returning it. | Quest Complete: Retrieve the Book-You have leveled up!-You have leveled up!-You have leveled up! | | --- | Crane remembered the numbers on the spine of the twelve volume history of Yarsan and looked for it. The books were in a corner of the back wall, but around the books were histories of other cities and countries. This meant that all there was to read about Yarsan’s history had already been read by him. Crane remembered what the old man said about the name, ‘he will show you the way’,’ and took out the piece of paper and read the name aloud, “Er'tan Eldamor.” The shelf that held the histories started to rumble, the shelf then slid back, revealing a stone hallway. Crane walked through until he found what appeared to be a modest study. There was just a table, two chairs, an empty bookshelf, and a large pile of ash in the corner. Crane realized that whatever secrets this room once contained were torched by another party, but Crane still had to look around. Crane noticed the bookshelf was leaning just slightly to the right, he peared under it to see the left side was elevated less than half an inch off the ground. Crane carefully tilted the shelf forward and placed in on its front side. Crane went back to check and found two books, one large and one small, the large one was taller than the baseboard of the shelf bottom elevated it off the ground which was why it was leaning. Crane took both books to the table and looked at the covers, the small book had a vertical line with a triangle the pointed to the right at its center making it look like a line with a large thorn. The larger book had the name Er'tan Eldamor on its cover. Crane opened that one, but as soon as he did, a screen like a frameless television appeared in front in front of him. It showed a middle aged man who seemed to be the teacher of three children two boys and a little girl, the scene changed to show the same man, only older instructing the one of the now taller boys on using a sword, then to a scene of the man instructing the second lad on carving a piece of wood, then to a scene of the man instructing the girl on handwriting. A slide show of movie clips was shown on the screen with the man teaching each of the three a different skill, and how they progressed and aged. Then came a scene where all three, now early teens, were in a classroom with the man being shown a board with twenty-four symbols on it, the third of which matched the one on the smaller book. In the scene the little girl spoke up, “Where do they come from?” The instructor answered, “Boafu discovered each one and the power they contain through research and exploring. ” The girl said again, “Not where he found them, where did the runes come from?” “The instructor nodded and said. “In the time before the world, Odin, father of Thor, found the world tree, Yggdrasil and sought to learn where its power came from. So he stabbed it with a spear. “ The class laughed for a bit before he continued, “Well the tree was not amused, it grabbed Odin and hung him upside down facing the tree for nine days and nights. For all that time Odin could only face the tree, on that ninth day, he saw the runes. The bark of Yggdrasill has many lines of course but Odin saw that these lines formed the runes which gave Yggdrasil its great power. After grasping the truth he was released, and used the rune magic to become the first high magician. After he gained power he shared his knowledge with the world below. They were the first magicians of this world. All magic that people have today was derived from the rune magic discovered by Odin, rediscovered by Boafu, and is now being taught to you.” In the next scenes, each was getting older, but their practice was different, the tip of the first boy’s practicing sword now left a glow that remained, like the sword was being used to write something in the air. The second lad was now using sculpting tools to carve glowing symbols in objects, and the girl was writing the same glowing symbols on paper. Another scene and the instructor was much older and the three kids were now adults. The swordsman wrote the symbols in the air which seemed to give added effects to his attacks, the second man was at a blacksmith forge, the weapons all had a line of the symbols glowing on the blade, and the young woman was writing glowing symbols on talisman paper. A scene then appeared of the old instructor speaking to the three young adults, “My princes and princess, military advisor Joul Rotan has betrayed us, he leads an army of King Kallamore’s soldiers to the city. The lady said, “But why Er'tan? Our father has done nothing wrong.” The swordsman spoke up, “Because he wants power and our father’s throne, but how did he convince King Kallamore to give him soldiers?” Er’tan answered, “Through fear of course, no one outside the royal family knows the secrets of the great sorcerer, Boafu’s magic. The only exception is my family, which descended from Boafu’s best students. Joul Rotan likely convinced the King that our magic was a threat to Kallamore.” The blacksmith prince said, “So what do we do?” Er’tan answered, “The king has instructed us to do as I taught you.” The scene changes to Er’tan and the blacksmith prince in the forge with a large pile of weapons which glowing symbols, then to a scene of Er’tan and the princess making neat stacks of glowing talismans. The next scene showed Er’tan, the sword using prince, and a small legion of soldiers wearing armor and wielding swords with lines of glowing symbols on them. The two lead the soldiers to skirmishes where the glowing swords cut through the mercenaries like butter, some of the swords even cast spells. Er’tan waved his sword with a glowing point and wrote a line of symbols in the air, then pointed his sword at a wave of mercenaries who were then consumed by black fire. The swordsman prince called out a strange words and extended his hand, then men in front of him fell to their knees and could not lift their swords, he then wrote a long line of symbols and called out another strange word. Lightning dropped on the group. The scenes of many battles between the the Joul Rotan’s army and the royal family's soldiers played before Crane. A scene of catapults launching rocks at a wall only to be pulverised on impact with the wall unaffected switched with a scene from inside the same wall showing it was covered in hundreds of talismans, and every time a rock hit the wall, several would dissolve. Then a scene of Er’tan, now a wrinkled old man and a younger man who was crying. The crying man said, “Why did my son have to die?” Er’tan answered, “Because it is war.” The man stopped crying and tightened his fists. He got up and said, “Goodbye Captain.” Er’tan said, “Where are you going Roricas?” Ruffio Roricas looked back at Er’tan and said, “To end the war.” The next scene was of a young man running up to Er’tan and saying, “Father! The royal family is dead!” Er’tan looked shocked and said, “Impossible, no one could have gotten through our defenses.” His son shook his head, “No father, they were not killed by an enemy, they were poisoned!” The already old Er’tan seemed to age even further in the instant he realized what had happened, and said, “It is only a matter of time until they find out the weapons no longer work. To save as many lives as we can, I will surrender as the leader. “ “No father!” “It is the only way they may spare the men. Take Baofu’s books and hide them away.” The scene ended and the screen closed. But to Crane’s surprise another screen opened. | You have discovered the secret Rune classes. You may chooses to convert to a Rune class. Each class can use rune magic and has a specialty and a bonus that affects the specialty. | | --- | Crane could not believe the screen that appeared in front of his eyes. A Kallamore Warrior cannot change to any class that was not used by the Royal family, but this seemed to be a loophole. Although not the royal Kallamore family, These classes were used by the Yarsan Royal family. He looked through the list to see what he would choose. | | | --- | | Rune Swordsman | | +Gain Rune Sword Skill+Gain Rune Call Skill+50% Attack with swords+50% Effect Strength Rune Sword and Rune Call | | | | Rune Blacksmith | | +50% Maximum Mana+Gain Blacksmith Skill+Gain Sculpture Mastery+Gain Rune Smith Skill, Immediate Use+50% Effect strength of Rune smithing-50% mana deduction when using rune smith | | | | Rune Writer | | +50% Maximum Mana+Gain Handicraft Skill+Gain Rune Write Skill+Gain Rune Call Skill+100% Effect Strength of Rune Write Skill-50% mana deduction when using rune write | | | | Rune Master | | +Gain Skill Rune Mastery+25% Attack with Swords+25% Maximum Mana+Gain Rune Sword Skill+Gain Rune Call Skill+Gain Sculpture Mastery+Gain Rune Write Skill+Gain Handicraft Skill | Now Crane had to decide which he would pick. If he choose anything but Rune Swordsman, he would lose his current +50% Attack and proficiency growth rate of sword mastery all swordsman enjoyed as well as a massive drop in sword mastery proficiney. However what interested him was the rune skills, below the selection was a list of the Rune skill descriptions | Rune Sword Can write Runes with the tip of sword. Strength of Rune effect multiplied by 100/Finesse statEffect of Rune Determined by intention when usedMana Costs: 5 per secondRequirements:Sword MasteryFinesse | | --- | | Rune Call Can use Rune magic by calling out Rune names or soundsEffect of Rune Determined by intention when used300% Mana Cost to use Rune Effect | | Rune SmithCan carve Runes into weapons and armor that grant additional options without decreasing max durabilityEffect of Rune Determined by intention when usedFor every rune carved, Maximum mana decreases by 50Mana returns upons item’s destructionEffect Strength determined by Sculpture masteryRequirements:Sculpture MasteryUnless used by a Rune Blacksmith, Intermediate level Blacksmithing required to prevent loss of Max Durability | | Rune WriteCan write Runes on talismansEffect of Rune Determined by intention when usedFor every Rune written, Maximum mana decrease by 25Mana returns upon talisman's useEffect strength determined by Handicraft skillRequirements:Handicraft Skill | If Crane became a swordsman, he would be able to fight like the first prince did and call lightning from the sky or even cooler. If he became a Rune Blacksmith or Rune Writer, he could create and sell magic items anyone could use. However he would not be able to do that in Kallamore Kingdom and would have to leave, and even if that weren’t a problem, he could not make an infinite amount of either because of the maximum mana deduction. That left him with two options, the rune swordsman who could take on a squad of Kallamore Knights and emerge victorious and unscathed, or the jack of all trades master of none, ironically called Rune Master. Crane truly wanted to become a rune swordsmans, but he could not stand the thought of letting the smith and write skill be lost to him, so he said, “Rune Master.” | You have selected Rune MasterWarning!!! You are switching from a sword based class to a all purpose class. You will incur a penalty of -50% Total experience of Sword mastery, reducing it to beginner level [8] 35%. Will you still convert? | | --- | Crane had expected this. The game had a system in place that prevented people from using the experience bonus of different classes to increase several proficiencies by swapping classes. However all the experience he would lose could be gained back. "Yes." Crane emitted a bright light for a moment before returning to normal and seeing the screen that appeared before him. | Avatar- Crane. | Alignment- Neutral | | --- | --- | | Level 96 | Class- Rune Master | | Title- None | Fame- 260 | | Health- 4150 | Mana- 2200 | | Strength- 240+20 | Agility- 245+20 | | Wisdom- 80+20 | Intellect- 80+20 | | Vitality- 90+20 | Luck- 0+20 | | Leadership 12+20 | Finesse- XX+20 | | Fighting Spirit- 68+20 | Perseverance 99+20 | | Endurance- 40+20 | | | Attack- 180 | Defense- 75 | | + All stats are added 20+ While using a sword you receive +25% bonus to Attack+ +25% Maximum Mana+ Enables you to learn all craft skills to the stage of a master.+ Can learn skills that use the stat finesse+ Can learn and use rune magic. + Can harness true power of runes to increase variety of effects when used.+ As a Rune Master, you understand that all magic originates from runes, Enables you to learn modern magic spells based on your level in Rune Mastery. | | | You have learned new Skill: Rune SwordYou have learned new Skill: Rune CallYou have learned new Skill: Sculpture MasteryYou have learned new Skill: Rune SmithYou have learned new Skill: Rune WriteYou have learned new Skill: HandicraftYou have learned new Skill: Rune Mastery | | --- | Crane’s health and strength now surpassed what it was when he was a Kallamore warrior and his mana far surpassed his previous amount due to the fact he was now a jack of all trades part time spell caster. From what he understood, that last two bonuses of being a Rune Master would come in very handy later. The first part seemed to imply he could practically create his own rune spells, outside the rune's original uses. And the second part stated that he could learn any spell, as long as it's level did not exceed the skill level of Rune Mastery, but he was sure there would be a catch of some kind. Crane opened the small book with what he now knew was a rune on it. Within the cover was a picture of the 26 runes and the cover page said, Thurisaz, with a picture of the same rune on the cover. | Thurisaz, 3, thThe directed cosmic force of destruction and defense. The lightning of Thor’s hammer Mjöllnir, the weapon that defends the world below and Àsgardhr above. A force against hostile powers. Directs power and force. The regeneration that follows destruction | | --- | From what Crane could tell, this book was a guide to the use of the rune, thurisaz. Crane closed the cover and put his hand on it, “Learn.” | -You have learned the rune magic Thurisaz | | --- | “Show Skill window rune magic." | Rune Magic [1] 0%Can use learned runes to perform rune based spells and skillsThurisaz, th, 3Mana cost 100 | | --- | Crane understood the basics of the concept. It worked similar to Battle Aura. Crane faced an stone wall and imagined Thor’s hammer Mjöllnir granting him it’s destructive lightning to strike the wall, he raised his arm and said, “Thurisaz.” A bolt of lightning shot out of his hand at the wall, costing him 300 mana. He then drew his sword and said “Rune Sword,” The tip of his sword glowed and Crane imagined that the sword in his hand was the powerful Mjöllnir and he wanted a bolt of lightning to shoot out the tip. He wrote Thurisaz with a slash down and a two flicks of the wrist to write the point, 71! He then thrusted through the glowing rune and it absorbed into the blade and lightning ejected from the tip. The spell was not as powerful because he needing practice writing the runes in the air, but it took two seconds to write and costed only 110 mana. Then Crane remembered what he had seen the prince do. Crane used rune sword again, 81!, but at the moment he thrusted he called out “Thurisaz!” A lightning bolt shot out of Crane’s sword that was twice the size of the either of the first two. It costed 410 mana but the skills could be stacked. And hopefully the mana cost would go down with an increase in skill proficiency. However Crane knew that Thurisaz was likely the only rune he could learn inside this room. Crane looked back at the pile of ashes and decided it was about 25 books worth. This did not deter him though, according to Er’tan, Boafu discovered each one and the power they contain through research and exploring and Crane would now have to do the same. But that was for later. Neither of the two books had a number on the spine which meant they were not bound to the restricted section so he put the in his inventory and went back to through the hall. Crane had only been down there for an hour or so and he still had three months to look through as many books as he could. “Let’s get started.” Chapter 10 The Last Days of Yarsan part 1 <!-- l --><a class="postlink-local" href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=91&t=623">viewtopic.php?f=91&t=623</a><!-- l --> Chapter 9 part 1 <!-- l --><a class="postlink-local" href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=91&t=580&p=2359#p2359">viewtopic.php?f=91&t=580&p=2359#p2359</a><!-- l -->

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> After the blinding light dissipated, Aaron rubbed his eyes, waited as they adjusted, and saw he was standing in a square. He found himself near a fountain with little angel statues, where he decided to sit and assess his surroundings. As he looked around he noticed there were both players and NPCs walking around. Aaron could tell which players skipped the tutorial by the way they stumbled. Aaron noticed all the other players had packs. He looked at his shoulders to find straps. He took his pack off and investigated its contents. Inside the pack there were 5 pieces of stale bread, a knife, and ten copper coins. Aaron closed the pack, looked around for a map, and found one pinned onto a board.<br><br>Aaron walked to the board and examined the map. He was in a small town that had only a fort, some shops, and a handful of houses surrounding the square. Feeling physically vulnerable, he scanned the map for training fields where he could learn the basics of fighting. Aaron located the field, gave the map a once-over, and headed south of the town. While he walked, he summoned the Status window. Aaron allocated his 8 attribute points among Strength, Agility, Stamina, and Intelligence.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Name</td><td width="25%">Aaron</td><td width="25%">Primary Class</td><td width="25%">N/A</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health</td><td width="25%">50</td><td width="25%">Mana</td><td width="25%">50</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Level</td><td colspan="3">1</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Title</td><td colspan="3">N/A</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health Regen/Sec</td><td width="25%">0.1</td><td width="25%">Mana Regen/Sec</td><td width="25%">0.1</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Strength</td><td width="25%">12</td><td width="25%">Agility</td><td width="25%">12</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Wisdom</td><td width="25%">10</td><td width="25%">Intelligence</td><td width="25%">12</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Stamina</td><td width="25%">12</td><td width="25%">Vitality</td><td width="25%">10</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Dexterity</td><td colspan="3">10</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Faith</td><td width="25%">N/A</td><td width="25%">Fame</td><td width="25%">N/A</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Closing the window, he directed his attention to the shops selling swords, food, potions, and more. While most items were priced fairly, he needed to make some money first.<br><br>Aaron finally reached the field; players practicing with swords, long knives, and bows filled the expanse of the range. He decided to speak to the swordsmanship instructor first.<br><br>"Hello, good sir! Are you the swordsmanship instructor?"<br><br>The man turned to look at him with a stony face that scanned Aaron.<br><br>"Yes. I instruct a wide variety of weapons including the sword. Do you wish to learn the ways of the blade?" The instructor asks, crossing his arms and staring blankly at him.<br><br>Although the instructor was just an NPC, Aaron became nervous (as he usually did when speaking with people).<br><br>"Yes! I wish to learn the way of the sword, but I would also like to learn how to use a few other weapons."<br><br>The instructor seemed to think for a minute, his face becoming slightly gentler.<br><br>"A proud warrior always sticks with his sword; a true warrior learns how to use the many weapons at his disposal. There are practice weapons at each station that you may use, but you will need to either practice with a partner or with one of the dummies located on the far side of the field."<br><br>"Thank you, instructor; I will do my best to learn the way of the sword and the other weapons."<br><br>Aaron bowed his head and walked to the barrels full of wooden swords. He slowly searched through them and tried out their weight. Once he found a sword that suited him, he approached a dummy. Holding the sword in his right hand, he started to steadily slash and stab the dummy.<br><br>For over an hour, he continued to swing and slash the sword and became soaked in sweat. When his stamina bar flashed a warning that it was low, he swung a few more times, and then stopped to rest and look around. He noticed a few people pointing to the sky! Aaron directed his curious gaze upwards.<br><br>Up in the sky, he saw an angel flap its large white wings. More and more angels came to AaronÆs attention; some headed to and from town.<br><br>Flying through the sky would be fun! If I had a chance, I would love to be able to do that.<br><br>After he rested, he continued his practice. After practicing, resting, and repeating for a few hours, a few windows popped up.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">You have gained +1 Stamina!</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">You have gained Sword Proficiency!</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>Aaron then switched the sword to his other hand, and continued practicing until another window popped up.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">You have become ambidextrous with Blades!</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>He closed the message and sat down to rest. As he gazed at the sky, Aaron guessed that it was around noon. He looked at his status bars and saw that he needed to eat food or he would starve. He took off his pack and grabbed a piece of stale bread. He slowly chewed the hard bread. Finished with the bread, he stood and examined the stations to his right. At the stations, he saw axes, hammers, knives, and bows.<br><br>I think warriors use axes. Hammers are amazing, but they are simply too slow and heavy to use since this game is trying to be realistic. I guess I should head over to the long knives next.<br><br>Aaron strode to the long knives station to examine the wide range of impressive knives. He snatched up one knife that caught his eye, and began slashing, slicing, resting, and repeating. He continued to slash, slice, and dice the dummy until two windows came into view.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">You have gained +1 Stamina!</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">You have become Proficient with Knives!</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>He sat down to eat again, and noticed that the players were starting to leave the field.<br><br>Looks like I'll be alone here in a while. Oh well, I like being alone anyways. Now let's see what we have at the bow station.<br><br>Aaron replaced the long knife and found his way to the bow rack. He picked up some bows to test their draw and weight, until he found one that was neither too easy nor too hard to draw. He took the bow to the archery range, and fired arrows into the target with careful 'some would even say precise' aim. After firing 10 arrows, he recovered them. Aaron's arrows were grouped nicely, with four embedded in the center, five stuck in the secondary ring, and the last arrow pinning the third ring.<br><br>Aaron continued firing and then retrieving the arrows until the instructor approached him.<br><br>"I've been watching you, young lad. While you are good with the basics of the other weapons, you excel with the bow!" He looked at the target with a slight grin.<br><br>"I have some practice with the bow from elsewhere. I love how it is relaxing to just shoot at the target." Aaron replied, cracking a smile. Aaron set the tip of the bow against the ground and looked at the instructor.<br><br>"That's good, but how would you like to have a little contest to see who gets the highest score?"<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">Quest Summary: Staying on Target<br>Difficulty Level: F<br>The instructor would like to have a little archery contest with you. The highest score wins.<br>Rewards: Unknown.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>"I would love to, sir, but I am still new at this."<br><br>The instructor grabbed a bow. "Don't worry. This is just for some fun before I have to turn in for the night."<br><br>Aaron thought for a moment, and decided that he had nothing to lose by trying! He retrieved his arrows and took his place next to the instructor.<br><br>"How would you like to score this, sir?" Aaron turned to look back down at the target.<br><br>"We will have three rounds, each consisting of ten arrows. The scoring will be seven for the center, and one point less for each ring out."<br><br>"That sounds good to me!" Aaron exclaimed.<br><br>They both aimed at the target and carefully started to fire their arrows. After Aaron fired his seventh arrow, three windows popped up.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">You have become Proficient with the Bow!</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">You have earned +1 Dexterity!</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">You have earned the skill Precise Shot!</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Precise Shot (Combat)</span></td></tr><tr><td width="25%">You are adept at directing ranged attacks.<br>Benefit: You can use ranged weapons on an opponent engaged in melee without penalty to your attack.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>That's a nice skill, but I must keep on target.<br><br>Once they finished shooting, they walked forward to tally their scores.<br><br>Round 1: Instructor 57 | Aaron 53<br><br>This process continued for the two remaining rounds.<br><br>Round 2: Instructor 54 | Aaron 56<br>Round 3: Instructor 56 | Aaron 65<br>Total: Instructor 167 | Aaron 174<br><br>The instructor turned to Aaron and smiled warmly. "That was fun, young lad; it looks like you have won! Well, since that bow fits you so well, you can keep it."<br><br>A window popped up.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">You have completed the quest 'Staying on Target'!</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">Reward: The beginner bow and thirty arrows!</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>In his surprise, Aaron was momentarily stunned; the instructor started to leave.<br><br>"Um, sir? do you know a good place for a beginner to hunt? Also, where could I learn the Identify' skill?"<br><br>The instructor stopped and looked back at Aaron.<br><br>"A good place to hunt . . . Well, there are fields just to the east of here that are good. If you wish, I can teach you the identification skill."<br>"I would love to learn the 'Identify' skill!" Aaron smiled and nodded.<br><br>"We can use your bow as an example. To use 'Identify", just poke the bow and say 'identify'."<br><br>Aaron poked it a few times until a window popped up.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">Beginner bow:<br>A beginner bow with good balance and weight.<br>Restrictions: None<br>Attack: 2-8 Durability: 30/30</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>"It worked. Thank you!"<br><br>"You are welcome, lad, and come by anytime" the instructor responded.<br><br>The instructor walked back towards the town. Aaron looked back at the town, and logged off.<br><br>Alan pulled off the headset and sat up.<br><br>That was an amazing game, but it's going to be a while before it truly kicks into gear.<br><br>Alan got up and headed to get some breakfast. He looked at the clock it was only 7 a.m.! He had only played for just over 6 hours. He was surprised even though he understood the game time was accelerated.<br><br>Good thing it's the weekend!<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Unedited version</span><br><div class="spoiler"><div class="smalltext" style="margin-bottom:2px"><b>Spoiler</b> : <input type="button" value="Show" class="spoilerButton"></div><div class="spoilerContent"><div style="display: none;">After the blinding light dissipated, Aaron rubbed his eyes, waited as they adjusted, and saw he was standing in a square. He found himself near a fountain with little angel statues, where he decided to sit and assess his surroundings. As he looked around he noticed there were both players and NPCs walking around. Aaron could tell which players skipped the tutorial by the way they stumbled. Aaron noticed all the other players had packs. He looked at his shoulders to find straps. He took his pack off and investigated its contents. Inside the pack there were 5 pieces of stale bread, a knife, and ten copper coins. Aaron closed the pack, looked around for a map, and found one pinned onto a board.<br><br>Aaron walked to the board and examined the map. He was in a small town that had only a fort, some shops, and a handful of houses surrounding the square. Feeling physically vulnerable, he scanned the map for training fields where he could learn the basics of fighting. Aaron located the field, gave the map a once-over, and headed south of the town. While he walked, he summoned the Status window. Aaron allocated his 8 attribute points among Strength, Agility, Stamina, and Intelligence.<br><br>Status Window<br>Name: Aaron<br>Level: 1 Primary Class: N/A<br>Health: 50 Health Regen./sec.: 0.1 <br>Mana: 50 Mana Regen./sec.: 0.1<br>Strength: 12 Agility: 12<br>Wisdom: 10 Intelligence: 12<br>Stamina: 12 Vitality: 10<br>Dexterity: 10<br><br>Closing the window, he directed his attention to the shops selling swords, food, potions, and more. While most items were priced fairly, he needed to make some money first. <br><br>Aaron finally reached the field; players practicing with swords, long knives, and bows filled the expanse of the range. He decided to speak to the swordsmanship instructor first. <br><br>“Hello, good sir! Are you the swordsmanship instructor?”<br><br>The man turned to look at him with a stony face that scanned Aaron.<br><br>“Yes. I instruct a wide variety of weapons – including the sword. Do you wish to learn the ways of the blade?” The instructor asks, crossing his arms and staring blankly at him.<br><br>Although the instructor was just an NPC, Aaron became nervous (as he usually did when speaking with people).<br><br>“Yes! I wish to learn the way of the sword, but I would also like to learn how to use a few other weapons.”<br><br>The instructor seemed to think for a minute, his face becoming slightly gentler.<br><br>“A proud warrior always sticks with his sword; a true warrior learns how to use the many weapons at his disposal. There are practice weapons at each station that you may use, but you will need to either practice with a partner or with one of the dummies located on the far side of the field.” <br><br>“Thank you, instructor; I will do my best to learn the way of the sword and the other weapons.”<br> <br>Aaron bowed his head and walked to the barrels full of wooden swords. He slowly searched through them and tried out their weight. Once he found a sword that suited him, he approached a dummy. Holding the sword in his right hand, he started to steadily slash and stab the dummy.<br><br>For over an hour, he continued to swing and slash the sword and became soaked in sweat. When his stamina bar flashed a warning that it was low, he swung a few more times, and then stopped to rest and look around. He noticed a few people pointing to the sky! Aaron directed his curious gaze upwards.<br><br>Up in the sky, he saw an angel flap its large white wings. More and more angels came to Aaron’s attention; some headed to town and some returned from.<br> <br>Flying through the sky would be fun! If I had a chance, I would love to be able to do that.<br><br>After he rested, he continued his practice. After practicing, resting, and repeating for a few hours, a few windows popped up.<br><br>! You have gained +1 Stamina <br><br>! You have gained Sword Proficiency<br><br>Aaron then switched the sword to his other hand, and continued practicing until another window popped up.<br><br>! You have become ambidextrous with Blades<br><br>He closed the message and sat down to rest. As he gazed at the sky, Aaron guessed that it was around noon. He looked at his status bars and saw that he needed to eat food or he would starve. He took off his pack and grabbed a piece of stale bread. He slowly chewed the hard bread. Finished with the bread, he stood and examined the stations to his right. At the stations, he saw axes, hammers, knives, and bows. <br><br>I think warriors use axes. Hammers are amazing, but they are simply too slow and heavy to use since this game is trying to be realistic. I guess I should head over to the long knives next.<br><br>Aaron strode to the long knives station to examine the wide range of impressive knives. He snatched up one knife that caught his eye, and began slashing, slicing, resting, and repeating. He continued to slash, slice, and dice the dummy until two windows came into view.<br><br>! You have gained +1 Stamina<br><br>! You have become Proficient with Knives<br><br>He sat down to eat again, and noticed that the players were starting to leave the field.<br><br>Looks like I’ll be alone here in a while. Oh well, I like being alone anyways. Now let’s see what we have at the bow station.<br><br>Aaron replaced the long knife and found his way to the bow rack. He picked up some bows to test their draw and weight, until he found one that was neither too easy nor too hard to draw. He took the bow to the archery range, and fired arrows into the target with careful – some would even say precise – aim. After firing 10 arrows, he recovered them. Aaron’s arrows were grouped nicely, with four embedded in the center, five stuck in the secondary ring, and the last arrow pinning the third ring.<br><br>Aaron continued firing and then retrieving the arrows until the instructor approached him.<br><br>“I've been watching you, young lad. While you are good with the basics of the other weapons, you excel with the bow!” He looked at the target with a slight grin.<br><br>“I have some practice with the bow from elsewhere. I love how it is relaxing to just shoot at the target.” Aaron replied, cracking a smile. Aaron set the tip of the bow against the ground and looked at the instructor.<br><br>“That’s good, but how would you like to have a little contest to see who gets the highest score?”<br><br>Quest Summary: Staying on Target<br>Difficulty Level: F<br>The instructor would like to have a little archery contest with you. The highest score wins.<br>Rewards: Unknown.<br><br>“I would love to, sir, but I am still new at this.”<br><br>The instructor grabbed a bow. “Don’t worry. This is just for some fun before I have to turn in for the night.”<br><br>Aaron thought for a moment, and decided that he had nothing to lose by trying! He retrieved his arrows and took his place next to the instructor.<br><br>“How would you like to score this, sir?” Aaron turned to look back down at the target.<br><br>“We will have three rounds, each consisting of ten arrows. The scoring will be seven for the center, and one point less for each ring out.”<br><br>“That sounds good to me!” Aaron exclaimed.<br><br>They both aimed at the target and carefully started to fire their arrows. After Aaron fired his seventh arrow, three windows popped up. <br><br>! You have become Proficient with the Bow<br><br>! You have earned +1 Dexterity<br><br>! You have earned the skill Precise Shot<br><br>Precise Shot (Combat)<br>You are adept at directing ranged attacks.<br>Benefit: You can use ranged weapons on an opponent engaged in melee without penalty to your attack.<br><br>That’s a nice skill, but I must keep on target.<br><br>Once they finished shooting, they walked forward to tally their scores.<br><br>Round 1: Instructor 57 | Aaron 53<br> <br>This process continued for the two remaining rounds.<br> <br>Round 2: Instructor 54 | Aaron 56<br>Round 3: Instructor 56 | Aaron 65<br>Total: Instructor 167 | Aaron 174<br><br>The instructor turned to Aaron and smiled warmly. “That was fun, young lad; it looks like you have won! Well, since that bow fits you so well, you can keep it.”<br><br>A window popped up.<br><br>! You have completed the quest “Staying on Target”!<br>Reward: The beginner bow and thirty arrows.<br><br>In his surprise, Aaron was momentarily stunned; the instructor started to leave.<br><br>“Um, sir… do you know a good place for a beginner to hunt? Also, where could I learn the ‘Identify’ skill?”<br><br>The instructor stopped and looked back at Aaron. <br><br>“A good place to hunt . . . Well, there are fields just to the east of here that are good. If you wish, I can teach you the identification skill.”<br><br>“I would love to learn the ‘Identify’ skill!” Aaron smiled and nodded.<br><br>“We can use your bow as an example. To use ‘Identify’, just poke the bow and say “identify”.”<br><br>Aaron poked it a few times until a window popped up.<br><br>Beginner bow:<br>A beginner bow with good balance and weight. <br>Restrictions: None<br>Attack: 2-8 Durability: 30/30<br><br>“It worked. Thank you!”<br><br>“You are welcome, lad, and come by anytime” the instructor responded.<br><br>The instructor walked back towards the town. Aaron looked back at the town, and logged off.<br><br>Alan pulled off the headset and sat up. <br><br>That was an amazing game, but it’s going to be a while before it truly kicks into gear.<br><br>Alan got up and headed to get some breakfast. He looked at the clock it was only 7 a.m.! He had only played for just over 6 hours. He was surprised even though he understood the game time was accelerated. <br><br>Good thing it’s the weekend!</div></div></div> </div>

After the blinding light dissipated, Aaron rubbed his eyes, waited as they adjusted, and saw he was standing in a square. He found himself near a fountain with little angel statues, where he decided to sit and assess his surroundings. As he looked around he noticed there were both players and NPCs walking around. Aaron could tell which players skipped the tutorial by the way they stumbled. Aaron noticed all the other players had packs. He looked at his shoulders to find straps. He took his pack off and investigated its contents. Inside the pack there were 5 pieces of stale bread, a knife, and ten copper coins. Aaron closed the pack, looked around for a map, and found one pinned onto a board. Aaron walked to the board and examined the map. He was in a small town that had only a fort, some shops, and a handful of houses surrounding the square. Feeling physically vulnerable, he scanned the map for training fields where he could learn the basics of fighting. Aaron located the field, gave the map a once-over, and headed south of the town. While he walked, he summoned the Status window. Aaron allocated his 8 attribute points among Strength, Agility, Stamina, and Intelligence. | Name | Aaron | Primary Class | N/A | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Health | 50 | Mana | 50 | | Level | 1 | | | | Title | N/A | | | | Health Regen/Sec | 0.1 | Mana Regen/Sec | 0.1 | | Strength | 12 | Agility | 12 | | Wisdom | 10 | Intelligence | 12 | | Stamina | 12 | Vitality | 10 | | Dexterity | 10 | | | | Faith | N/A | Fame | N/A | Closing the window, he directed his attention to the shops selling swords, food, potions, and more. While most items were priced fairly, he needed to make some money first. Aaron finally reached the field; players practicing with swords, long knives, and bows filled the expanse of the range. He decided to speak to the swordsmanship instructor first. "Hello, good sir! Are you the swordsmanship instructor?" The man turned to look at him with a stony face that scanned Aaron. "Yes. I instruct a wide variety of weapons including the sword. Do you wish to learn the ways of the blade?" The instructor asks, crossing his arms and staring blankly at him. Although the instructor was just an NPC, Aaron became nervous (as he usually did when speaking with people). "Yes! I wish to learn the way of the sword, but I would also like to learn how to use a few other weapons." The instructor seemed to think for a minute, his face becoming slightly gentler. "A proud warrior always sticks with his sword; a true warrior learns how to use the many weapons at his disposal. There are practice weapons at each station that you may use, but you will need to either practice with a partner or with one of the dummies located on the far side of the field." "Thank you, instructor; I will do my best to learn the way of the sword and the other weapons." Aaron bowed his head and walked to the barrels full of wooden swords. He slowly searched through them and tried out their weight. Once he found a sword that suited him, he approached a dummy. Holding the sword in his right hand, he started to steadily slash and stab the dummy. For over an hour, he continued to swing and slash the sword and became soaked in sweat. When his stamina bar flashed a warning that it was low, he swung a few more times, and then stopped to rest and look around. He noticed a few people pointing to the sky! Aaron directed his curious gaze upwards. Up in the sky, he saw an angel flap its large white wings. More and more angels came to AaronÆs attention; some headed to and from town. Flying through the sky would be fun! If I had a chance, I would love to be able to do that. After he rested, he continued his practice. After practicing, resting, and repeating for a few hours, a few windows popped up. | You have gained +1 Stamina! | | --- | | You have gained Sword Proficiency! | | --- | Aaron then switched the sword to his other hand, and continued practicing until another window popped up. | You have become ambidextrous with Blades! | | --- | He closed the message and sat down to rest. As he gazed at the sky, Aaron guessed that it was around noon. He looked at his status bars and saw that he needed to eat food or he would starve. He took off his pack and grabbed a piece of stale bread. He slowly chewed the hard bread. Finished with the bread, he stood and examined the stations to his right. At the stations, he saw axes, hammers, knives, and bows. I think warriors use axes. Hammers are amazing, but they are simply too slow and heavy to use since this game is trying to be realistic. I guess I should head over to the long knives next. Aaron strode to the long knives station to examine the wide range of impressive knives. He snatched up one knife that caught his eye, and began slashing, slicing, resting, and repeating. He continued to slash, slice, and dice the dummy until two windows came into view. | You have gained +1 Stamina! | | --- | | You have become Proficient with Knives! | | --- | He sat down to eat again, and noticed that the players were starting to leave the field. Looks like I'll be alone here in a while. Oh well, I like being alone anyways. Now let's see what we have at the bow station. Aaron replaced the long knife and found his way to the bow rack. He picked up some bows to test their draw and weight, until he found one that was neither too easy nor too hard to draw. He took the bow to the archery range, and fired arrows into the target with careful 'some would even say precise' aim. After firing 10 arrows, he recovered them. Aaron's arrows were grouped nicely, with four embedded in the center, five stuck in the secondary ring, and the last arrow pinning the third ring. Aaron continued firing and then retrieving the arrows until the instructor approached him. "I've been watching you, young lad. While you are good with the basics of the other weapons, you excel with the bow!" He looked at the target with a slight grin. "I have some practice with the bow from elsewhere. I love how it is relaxing to just shoot at the target." Aaron replied, cracking a smile. Aaron set the tip of the bow against the ground and looked at the instructor. "That's good, but how would you like to have a little contest to see who gets the highest score?" | Quest Summary: Staying on TargetDifficulty Level: FThe instructor would like to have a little archery contest with you. The highest score wins.Rewards: Unknown. | | --- | "I would love to, sir, but I am still new at this." The instructor grabbed a bow. "Don't worry. This is just for some fun before I have to turn in for the night." Aaron thought for a moment, and decided that he had nothing to lose by trying! He retrieved his arrows and took his place next to the instructor. "How would you like to score this, sir?" Aaron turned to look back down at the target. "We will have three rounds, each consisting of ten arrows. The scoring will be seven for the center, and one point less for each ring out." "That sounds good to me!" Aaron exclaimed. They both aimed at the target and carefully started to fire their arrows. After Aaron fired his seventh arrow, three windows popped up. | You have become Proficient with the Bow! | | --- | | You have earned +1 Dexterity! | | --- | | You have earned the skill Precise Shot! | | --- | | Precise Shot (Combat) | | --- | | You are adept at directing ranged attacks.Benefit: You can use ranged weapons on an opponent engaged in melee without penalty to your attack. | That's a nice skill, but I must keep on target. Once they finished shooting, they walked forward to tally their scores. Round 1: Instructor 57 | Aaron 53 This process continued for the two remaining rounds. Round 2: Instructor 54 | Aaron 56 Round 3: Instructor 56 | Aaron 65 Total: Instructor 167 | Aaron 174 The instructor turned to Aaron and smiled warmly. "That was fun, young lad; it looks like you have won! Well, since that bow fits you so well, you can keep it." A window popped up. | You have completed the quest 'Staying on Target'! | | --- | | Reward: The beginner bow and thirty arrows! | | --- | In his surprise, Aaron was momentarily stunned; the instructor started to leave. "Um, sir? do you know a good place for a beginner to hunt? Also, where could I learn the Identify' skill?" The instructor stopped and looked back at Aaron. "A good place to hunt . . . Well, there are fields just to the east of here that are good. If you wish, I can teach you the identification skill." "I would love to learn the 'Identify' skill!" Aaron smiled and nodded. "We can use your bow as an example. To use 'Identify", just poke the bow and say 'identify'." Aaron poked it a few times until a window popped up. | Beginner bow:A beginner bow with good balance and weight.Restrictions: NoneAttack: 2-8 Durability: 30/30 | | --- | "It worked. Thank you!" "You are welcome, lad, and come by anytime" the instructor responded. The instructor walked back towards the town. Aaron looked back at the town, and logged off. Alan pulled off the headset and sat up. That was an amazing game, but it's going to be a while before it truly kicks into gear. Alan got up and headed to get some breakfast. He looked at the clock it was only 7 a.m.! He had only played for just over 6 hours. He was surprised even though he understood the game time was accelerated. Good thing it's the weekend! Unedited version **Spoiler** : After the blinding light dissipated, Aaron rubbed his eyes, waited as they adjusted, and saw he was standing in a square. He found himself near a fountain with little angel statues, where he decided to sit and assess his surroundings. As he looked around he noticed there were both players and NPCs walking around. Aaron could tell which players skipped the tutorial by the way they stumbled. Aaron noticed all the other players had packs. He looked at his shoulders to find straps. He took his pack off and investigated its contents. Inside the pack there were 5 pieces of stale bread, a knife, and ten copper coins. Aaron closed the pack, looked around for a map, and found one pinned onto a board. Aaron walked to the board and examined the map. He was in a small town that had only a fort, some shops, and a handful of houses surrounding the square. Feeling physically vulnerable, he scanned the map for training fields where he could learn the basics of fighting. Aaron located the field, gave the map a once-over, and headed south of the town. While he walked, he summoned the Status window. Aaron allocated his 8 attribute points among Strength, Agility, Stamina, and Intelligence. Status Window Name: Aaron Level: 1 Primary Class: N/A Health: 50 Health Regen./sec.: 0.1 Mana: 50 Mana Regen./sec.: 0.1 Strength: 12 Agility: 12 Wisdom: 10 Intelligence: 12 Stamina: 12 Vitality: 10 Dexterity: 10 Closing the window, he directed his attention to the shops selling swords, food, potions, and more. While most items were priced fairly, he needed to make some money first. Aaron finally reached the field; players practicing with swords, long knives, and bows filled the expanse of the range. He decided to speak to the swordsmanship instructor first. “Hello, good sir! Are you the swordsmanship instructor?” The man turned to look at him with a stony face that scanned Aaron. “Yes. I instruct a wide variety of weapons – including the sword. Do you wish to learn the ways of the blade?” The instructor asks, crossing his arms and staring blankly at him. Although the instructor was just an NPC, Aaron became nervous (as he usually did when speaking with people). “Yes! I wish to learn the way of the sword, but I would also like to learn how to use a few other weapons.” The instructor seemed to think for a minute, his face becoming slightly gentler. “A proud warrior always sticks with his sword; a true warrior learns how to use the many weapons at his disposal. There are practice weapons at each station that you may use, but you will need to either practice with a partner or with one of the dummies located on the far side of the field.” “Thank you, instructor; I will do my best to learn the way of the sword and the other weapons.” Aaron bowed his head and walked to the barrels full of wooden swords. He slowly searched through them and tried out their weight. Once he found a sword that suited him, he approached a dummy. Holding the sword in his right hand, he started to steadily slash and stab the dummy. For over an hour, he continued to swing and slash the sword and became soaked in sweat. When his stamina bar flashed a warning that it was low, he swung a few more times, and then stopped to rest and look around. He noticed a few people pointing to the sky! Aaron directed his curious gaze upwards. Up in the sky, he saw an angel flap its large white wings. More and more angels came to Aaron’s attention; some headed to town and some returned from. Flying through the sky would be fun! If I had a chance, I would love to be able to do that. After he rested, he continued his practice. After practicing, resting, and repeating for a few hours, a few windows popped up. ! You have gained +1 Stamina ! You have gained Sword Proficiency Aaron then switched the sword to his other hand, and continued practicing until another window popped up. ! You have become ambidextrous with Blades He closed the message and sat down to rest. As he gazed at the sky, Aaron guessed that it was around noon. He looked at his status bars and saw that he needed to eat food or he would starve. He took off his pack and grabbed a piece of stale bread. He slowly chewed the hard bread. Finished with the bread, he stood and examined the stations to his right. At the stations, he saw axes, hammers, knives, and bows. I think warriors use axes. Hammers are amazing, but they are simply too slow and heavy to use since this game is trying to be realistic. I guess I should head over to the long knives next. Aaron strode to the long knives station to examine the wide range of impressive knives. He snatched up one knife that caught his eye, and began slashing, slicing, resting, and repeating. He continued to slash, slice, and dice the dummy until two windows came into view. ! You have gained +1 Stamina ! You have become Proficient with Knives He sat down to eat again, and noticed that the players were starting to leave the field. Looks like I’ll be alone here in a while. Oh well, I like being alone anyways. Now let’s see what we have at the bow station. Aaron replaced the long knife and found his way to the bow rack. He picked up some bows to test their draw and weight, until he found one that was neither too easy nor too hard to draw. He took the bow to the archery range, and fired arrows into the target with careful – some would even say precise – aim. After firing 10 arrows, he recovered them. Aaron’s arrows were grouped nicely, with four embedded in the center, five stuck in the secondary ring, and the last arrow pinning the third ring. Aaron continued firing and then retrieving the arrows until the instructor approached him. “I've been watching you, young lad. While you are good with the basics of the other weapons, you excel with the bow!” He looked at the target with a slight grin. “I have some practice with the bow from elsewhere. I love how it is relaxing to just shoot at the target.” Aaron replied, cracking a smile. Aaron set the tip of the bow against the ground and looked at the instructor. “That’s good, but how would you like to have a little contest to see who gets the highest score?” Quest Summary: Staying on Target Difficulty Level: F The instructor would like to have a little archery contest with you. The highest score wins. Rewards: Unknown. “I would love to, sir, but I am still new at this.” The instructor grabbed a bow. “Don’t worry. This is just for some fun before I have to turn in for the night.” Aaron thought for a moment, and decided that he had nothing to lose by trying! He retrieved his arrows and took his place next to the instructor. “How would you like to score this, sir?” Aaron turned to look back down at the target. “We will have three rounds, each consisting of ten arrows. The scoring will be seven for the center, and one point less for each ring out.” “That sounds good to me!” Aaron exclaimed. They both aimed at the target and carefully started to fire their arrows. After Aaron fired his seventh arrow, three windows popped up. ! You have become Proficient with the Bow ! You have earned +1 Dexterity ! You have earned the skill Precise Shot Precise Shot (Combat) You are adept at directing ranged attacks. Benefit: You can use ranged weapons on an opponent engaged in melee without penalty to your attack. That’s a nice skill, but I must keep on target. Once they finished shooting, they walked forward to tally their scores. Round 1: Instructor 57 | Aaron 53 This process continued for the two remaining rounds. Round 2: Instructor 54 | Aaron 56 Round 3: Instructor 56 | Aaron 65 Total: Instructor 167 | Aaron 174 The instructor turned to Aaron and smiled warmly. “That was fun, young lad; it looks like you have won! Well, since that bow fits you so well, you can keep it.” A window popped up. ! You have completed the quest “Staying on Target”! Reward: The beginner bow and thirty arrows. In his surprise, Aaron was momentarily stunned; the instructor started to leave. “Um, sir… do you know a good place for a beginner to hunt? Also, where could I learn the ‘Identify’ skill?” The instructor stopped and looked back at Aaron. “A good place to hunt . . . Well, there are fields just to the east of here that are good. If you wish, I can teach you the identification skill.” “I would love to learn the ‘Identify’ skill!” Aaron smiled and nodded. “We can use your bow as an example. To use ‘Identify’, just poke the bow and say “identify”.” Aaron poked it a few times until a window popped up. Beginner bow: A beginner bow with good balance and weight. Restrictions: None Attack: 2-8 Durability: 30/30 “It worked. Thank you!” “You are welcome, lad, and come by anytime” the instructor responded. The instructor walked back towards the town. Aaron looked back at the town, and logged off. Alan pulled off the headset and sat up. That was an amazing game, but it’s going to be a while before it truly kicks into gear. Alan got up and headed to get some breakfast. He looked at the clock it was only 7 a.m.! He had only played for just over 6 hours. He was surprised even though he understood the game time was accelerated. Good thing it’s the weekend!

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> He is simply lying there, listening to the droning sound of progress. Looking up at the ceiling, listening to the generator downstairs pump electricity through the house. He never really noticed it in the past. After all, the house was never this solemn in the past. The ceiling was never this boring in the past.<br><br>His constant stare was enough to make even the ceiling crumble and decay. Not that he had to stare in order to make it decay. If you compare his house to the other people that he knew, you might think that he is poor. He himself called it priorities. If you are successful enough in life, you'd never need a fancy house. You'd be outside more often than inside, only getting there to rest. He'd rather invest into the future.<br><br>The future. What a bleak concept. All this investing into the future, and nothing really came out of it. It's all gone, in one blow. Those who don't know him might think that he is in shock. Then again, those who do would probably think the same. You might wonder what would drive a fresh new "adult", 19 years of age, to this kind of shock.<br><br>That what drives anyone to shock: the loss of something valuable. There's a heap of money on the table. "To cover the loss" is what the people said. As he is staring to the ceiling right now, the money was the last thing on his mind. At least, that would be the case, if one bill didn't get picked up by the fan and blown into his face. He had to face reality, even if it is just for this moment.<br><br>He started doing the arithmetic calculations he got praised for so often. Deduct the price of 4 years of University Education. Deduct the price of another 2 years to cover potential hiatus due to stress or trauma. Deduct the cost of the mortgage on this house, all of it. Deduct living expenses. Deduct water. Deduct gas. Deduct fuel for generator, probably also gas. Deduct the potential buffer for broken goods requiring replacement. Deduct budget for non-expected spending. He kept subtracting one number after another off of the pile of money, but it didn't seem to be depleting. It didn't seem like there would be a reason to continue the part-time job. Not that they would want him now.<br>He kept staring at the mental image: Twenty thousand dollars left. He has enough money to do a lot of things. He has the capability to get a new hobby. The new semester for the university starts in 4 months, and he isn't expecting his part-time job to be a problem anymore. The entire definition of free time seems almost like a waste to him now.<br><br>Almost like a waste, that is. He still remembers a previous discussion. He was so against the concept back then. "Why waste your time playing, when you can invest into the future?" But he can see the reason now. As long as he can play, he won't have to face the facts. As long as you spend time in that world, you will only grow stronger in some way. There is no thing as a failed investment there. It is his perfect world.<br><br>It is the world of Royal Road. </div>

He is simply lying there, listening to the droning sound of progress. Looking up at the ceiling, listening to the generator downstairs pump electricity through the house. He never really noticed it in the past. After all, the house was never this solemn in the past. The ceiling was never this boring in the past. His constant stare was enough to make even the ceiling crumble and decay. Not that he had to stare in order to make it decay. If you compare his house to the other people that he knew, you might think that he is poor. He himself called it priorities. If you are successful enough in life, you'd never need a fancy house. You'd be outside more often than inside, only getting there to rest. He'd rather invest into the future. The future. What a bleak concept. All this investing into the future, and nothing really came out of it. It's all gone, in one blow. Those who don't know him might think that he is in shock. Then again, those who do would probably think the same. You might wonder what would drive a fresh new "adult", 19 years of age, to this kind of shock. That what drives anyone to shock: the loss of something valuable. There's a heap of money on the table. "To cover the loss" is what the people said. As he is staring to the ceiling right now, the money was the last thing on his mind. At least, that would be the case, if one bill didn't get picked up by the fan and blown into his face. He had to face reality, even if it is just for this moment. He started doing the arithmetic calculations he got praised for so often. Deduct the price of 4 years of University Education. Deduct the price of another 2 years to cover potential hiatus due to stress or trauma. Deduct the cost of the mortgage on this house, all of it. Deduct living expenses. Deduct water. Deduct gas. Deduct fuel for generator, probably also gas. Deduct the potential buffer for broken goods requiring replacement. Deduct budget for non-expected spending. He kept subtracting one number after another off of the pile of money, but it didn't seem to be depleting. It didn't seem like there would be a reason to continue the part-time job. Not that they would want him now. He kept staring at the mental image: Twenty thousand dollars left. He has enough money to do a lot of things. He has the capability to get a new hobby. The new semester for the university starts in 4 months, and he isn't expecting his part-time job to be a problem anymore. The entire definition of free time seems almost like a waste to him now. Almost like a waste, that is. He still remembers a previous discussion. He was so against the concept back then. "Why waste your time playing, when you can invest into the future?" But he can see the reason now. As long as he can play, he won't have to face the facts. As long as you spend time in that world, you will only grow stronger in some way. There is no thing as a failed investment there. It is his perfect world. It is the world of Royal Road.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> It had been four hours since Allwind logged back in, he was sat on the floor with his legs crossed, enjoying a moment’s rest a huge grin on his face, he had done it, he had finally beaten them, made it safely from one end of the low beam to the other.<br><br>After that the flood gates had opened, he had managed to repay the two scarecrows for all the frustration they had caused, he even managed to come up with new ways of beating them in the process,<br><br>Now all that was left was the waiting for the instructor to arrive and prove that he had done it without cheating, ‘old man’s probably still in bed,’ Allwind mused as he noticed the time it was later than he expected.<br><br>‘Waiting like this isn’t doing any good guess ill train some more,’ Allwind proceeded to attack the single scarecrow, working both the wooden blades that he had now got used to in attack patterns, that would have anyone watching breathless with amazement at the speed of which he moved them.<br><br>The door to the gym inched open as Allwind trained and a small figure slowly and light stepped into the gym, it stayed by the door until it realised that the person training wasn’t paying any attention before it dashed across the room its hand going into the old worn robe it was wearing and taking out a small silvery gleaming object, it charge straight at the unsuspecting Allwind’s back.<br><br>Running lightly across the floor as fast as it could, the figure was unable to catch Allwind as he ducked under the swinging lance that the scarecrow used, and moving as fast as it was it met the lat side of the moving lance, receiving the full force blow to the head, the figure stumbled before collapsing onto a crash mat revealing its identity.<br><br>“Owiee” the figure said from the floor groaning while rubbing its head, Allwind paused at the sound of a girls voice, he had no idea that anyone one else was in the gym, he was that absorbed in his training, now there was a girl in the room and an unsteady one at that he noted as the figure finally got back to its feet swaying from left to right as it did, the silvery object still in its hand.<br><br>“Ermm Lilly, are you ok?” Allwind asked the swaying girl.<br> “Ow you noticed,” she said collapsing back to the floor as Allwind sheaved his weapons.<br>“Bit hard not to when you’re sat in front of me,” he replied bending down to see if she was alright.<br>Lilly just looked up to him a half smile on her face, before stabbing Allwind in the chest with the silvery object.<br><br> <span style="font-weight: bold;">’Silence’ </span><br><br>“It didn’t work,” Lilly said withdrawing the object before thrusting it at Allwind’s chest again.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">’Silence’ </span><br><br>“What’s it supposed to do?” Allwind asked looking down at his chest and the object in Lily’s hand confused.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">’Silence’ </span><br><br>“Why isn’t it working?” Lilly complained.<br>Slowly reaching out with his hand allwind took the object which had been thrust at him twice and held it up for inspection before realising what he was supposed to have done.<br>“That’s easy to answer,” He said smiling, “you aimed at the wrong spot, here let me show you how to it,” he said thrusting the object towards Lily’s neck.<br><br> [b]Laughter [/] suddenly filled the gym as Allwind moved the object under Lilly’s chin, causing her to cry out, as she tried to get away from him and her silver feather, he was now using against her.<br>“Stop it, stop it,” she cried laughing all the while.<br>Allwind chuckled before giving up, “how’s your head Lilly?”<br>“It hurts,” she replied moving her hand to her head, a red mark was starting to appear were she had hit her it on the lance, “that was mean of you moving like that.”<br>“Teach you to pick better targets to tickle, what is this any way?” Allwind asked holding up the silvery object for inspection, <br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Angel’s feather <br>A worthless soft feather that gives off a silver light said to bring good luck.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">New Skill Identification Learnt</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Identification Level : 1 <br>Allows you to identify objects in detail including magical influences</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Hmm interesting, Allwind said examining the glowing feather, before handing it back to Lilly, who was now rubbing her head with tears in her eyes, as she took her hand away it had a small amount of blood on her palm.<br>“Let’s get, you seen too first, then we’ll talk ok,” Allwind said noticing the blood he helped Lilly to her feet.<br><br>Swaying the two of them managed to make it back to the main house.<br> “Where is everyone?” Allwind asked looking around as the wound on Lilly’s head, seemed to worse there was now, blood starting to run down the side of her head.<br>“Grandma went shopping and Granddad went to see one of his friend’s at the castle” Lilly replied her voice shacking from the pulsing pain in her head.<br><br>“Ok do you have any medical gear in the house,” Allwind asked.<br>“Medical?”<br>“Ermm bandages, plasters, creams, things with healing properties,” he explained as they reached the sofa in the main room of the house, Lilly nodded pointing with one shaking hand at a cupboard in the kitchen as she collapsed on the sofa.<br><br>Allwind quickly routed around in various cupboards before retrieving a role of bandages from the appointed cupboard and being extremely gentle, he began to wrap the bandage around lily’s head covering the now visible bruise.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Skill: You learned Bandage Skill.<br>Enables you to stop bleeding.<br>Increases life of the wounded when tended.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br><br>Lilly’s face took on a measure of calm as he finished, bandaging her head it was the first time he had done this in a game but due to having experience in the real world it was easy and quiet surprising to find that there was a skill related to it, Lilly smiled up at him from there she was sat but fell asleep before she could verbally thank him.<br><br>Concerned Allwind bent over to cheek for Lilly’s pulse thankfully Lilly’s grandmother got home and after a short explanation and a lot of fussing around, she told Allwind that Lilly would be fine ha had applied the bandage in good time, she thanked him for the care he had shown their went enough people around that showed so much care for others.<br> <br>“Thank you Allwind, it’s well done and will do the job of stopping the bleeding, there is a trick to bandaging that will help you if you come across a similar situation again.”<br>“yes that would be help full.” Allwind replied smiling.<br>Lilly’s grandma smiled back before heading to a one of the cupboards that allwind hadn’t searched through picking out several plants she brought them over to allwind, “All these plants have healing properties, if you crush them an add it to the wound before you bandage it will increase the healing effect.” <br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Level up: Bandage Skill Level 2</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Thank you very much” Allwind smiled this game was turning out to be quiet easy once you used your head to work things out.<br>“you’re welcome Allwind, you deserve to know this much if you keep looking after Lilly, now shouldn’t you be getting back to training?” She asked smiling once again.<br>“Opps your right thank you for the advice,” Allwind said before returning to the gym.<br><br>Returning to the gym Allwind began practicing on the single scarecrow again, two hours passed before he took another break this time for food, he was now down to four pieces of bread and half a canteen of water it was a good job that Lilly’s family shared their meals with him or he would have been quiet stuck, stepping away from the scarecrow yet another pop up window appeared.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">New Stat learnt fighting spirit</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Fighting Spirit<br>You can call on superhuman strength temporarily, or bring weaker monsters to their knees with a force in your eyes alone. You are prohibited from distributing stat bonus points to this stat, and it rises spontaneously, depending on the avatar’s action, especially if you fight monsters for a long time, or often confront monsters stronger than your current level.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Hu another stat what exactly am i supposed to with this one? It’s gonna be impossible to raise all of these,” Allwind said while scratching his head, at that moment the door to the gym opened again this time it opened fully and three people walked in one of which was the instructor.<br><br>Following the instructor was a man that seemed to be made out of metal, clinking at every movement allwind winced at the sound, before realising that this person was wearing heavy armour and probably an important person, the third person to enter was a young boy no older than Lilly, he looked extremely gloomy.<br>“Boy come over here,” the instructor said waving to Allwind to join them.<br>“This is Sir Balious and is squire, they are here to watch you and ultimately test you as a fellow squire. “ the instructor said introducing the knight and the young boy.<br>“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Allwind said realising that he needed to say something to break the ice.<br>“have you finished on the balance beam?” the instructor asked.<br>“Yes instructor i have finished the training in which you set me.” Allwind replied.<br> There was a slight pause before the instructor ask the next very delicate question.<br>“you mean you gave up?”<br>“no instructor i have finished the training which you set me,” Allwind replied not liking repeating himself. <br>“Young squire you should respect your trainer, the training you have been set is impossible to complete.”<br>“There is no such thing as impossible, do you doubt my word,” Allwind said glaring at the knight<br>“I do this training is designed to teach you humiliation and for you to prove that you will not give up no mater, what the odds.” The knight replied placing his hand on his sword at his hip.<br>“i was told to get from one end of the balance beam to the other without getting knocked of the beam and to hit the scarecrow knights that guard the beam in the process, i have achieved this.” Allwind replied gauging the distance between himself the knight and the two wooden swords on the ground where he had left them after training.<br><br>The young boy behind the knight saw what allwind was doing and quickly shook his head, his master was a fair man but had a large temper that was prone to exploding.<br>“That’s enough, if you have finished the training prove it,” the knight said angrily.<br>Allwind calmly looked at the instructor who just nodded his head looking worried at the heated exchange between his pupil and Sir Balious who was one of the kingdoms top knights.<br><br>Allwind calmly retrieved the two wooden swords that had almost become part of him, and headed for the beam climbing up, he stood there for a minute regaining his inner calm and focused on the task at hand getting to the other end of the beam while hitting the scarecrows.<br><br>Suddenly Allwind leapt forwards running down the beam, at a full sprint, coming into range of the first scarecrow it reacted just as it normally did to his presence and swung its lance, allwind threw his wait forwards into a flip that sent him over the top of the lance, swinging his right sword at it as he went over, his left sword immediately struck downwards at the balance beam and using all his strength, he used it as a pole to throw himself over the top of the second lance that was now heading his way, this time though he added a spin to the second flip and managed to hit the second scarecrow twice on the head before landing on his feet on the balance beam, it took exceptional timing to come up with the stunt and it was one, he could take pride in he shortly reached the end of the beam before turning back and sprinting straight back at the scarecrows to attack them again.<br><br>The entire routine took only four minutes, Allwind had reached the beginning of the balance beam having hit both scarecrows five times. As the three stood their mouths open in shook as Allwind jumped down from the balance beam.<br>“My apologies, young squire for doubting your words,” the knight said recovering quickly, before addressing the instructor, “well old friend it seems that you have finally managed to train a squire that is indeed worthy of a challenge.”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Quest complete<br>You have finished the second phase of training speak to the instructor and the knight for further instructions<br>Reward : Level Up</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“I never believed it would be possible,” the instructor said still in shock.<br>“will you duel me squire it is the third phase of your training if you can last to the count of 1000 or beat me you will be awarded as a knight?”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Quest knight hood training phase 3<br><br>Beat the knight or last in combat to the count of 1000 to receive a knight hood<br>Rewards : knight class unlocked</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“I accept your challenge Sir Knight”<br><br>“Good come then we will start now,” the knight said walking over to a area that was free of obstructions he picked up one of the long wooden two handed swords that where on the wall before turning to face allwind.<br>‘what have i got myself into now, let’s just get this over with then i can do what i want again.’ Allwind thought to himself readying himself he adopted a low stance with his two blades, the instructor managed to regain his senses enough to actually start the match as the young squire began to count under his breath.<br>The match was slow to start with, each testing the other for any signs of weakness, Allwind silently thanked the instructor in his head for all the practice matches he had been put through between training with the scarecrows, it allowed him to stay focused in this match, as their weapons clashed the knight was strong but didn’t seem to have the same agility that Allwind had, if Allwind got hit it would be over, but Allwind in return couldn’t make a decisive hit because of the knights heavy armour protecting him.<br><br>The end came faster than Allwind anticipated the knight seemed to stumble and allwind took full advantage of it as he had been taught ,to find that the stumble was a ruse and the knight quickly ended the hard fought match, hitting Allwind on the back sending him flying landing on his back Allwind grunted as a popup message appeared telling him that the skill soft fall, had absorbed 10% of the damage. The knight then pressed his wooden sword on the Allwind’s chest lightly ending the match.<br><br>“It was a good match, but you still lack experience,” he said offering a hand to pull Allwind to his feet.<br>“it seems that i must train some more,” Allwind replied to which the knight shook his head. “This experience can only be learned on the field of combat and not in a training room,” <br> <br>“Thank you for the advice it was a good match, i guess i failed the final quest then,”<br>“no a voice interrupted them,” it was the young boy, “you passed i counted to 1026 before you were hit,”<br>“Is that so?” the knight asked “WHY DIDNT YOU SAY SO YOU BUMBLING SQUIRE,” the knight shouted <br>“my apologies but i did not want to interrupt your duel,” the boy said quickly looking down at the floor.<br><br>“when congratulations are in order Allwind you have passed the third phase of training, we will have a meal before discussing what you should do next.”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Quest complete <br>You have passed the third phase of knight hood training.<br>Reward: knight class unlocked <br>Level up</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">New Stat: Honour has been added</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">AVATAR</td><td width="25%">ALLWIND</td><td width="25%">TYPE</td><td width="25%">NEUTRAL</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">LEVEL</td><td width="25%">4 (+15)</td><td width="25%">CLASS</td><td width="25%">Knight</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">TITLE</td><td width="25%">N/A</td><td width="25%">FAME</td><td width="25%">20</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Honour</td><td width="25%">0</td><td width="25%">HEALTH</td><td width="25%">300</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">MANA</td><td width="25%">100</td><td width="25%">STAMINA</td><td width="25%">400</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">SUBSTINANCE</td><td width="25%">1</td><td width="25%">Fighting Spirit</td><td width="25%">1</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">STR</td><td width="25%">15</td><td width="25%">AGI</td><td width="25%">22</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">VIT</td><td width="25%">11</td><td width="25%">WIS</td><td width="25%">10</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">INT</td><td width="25%">10</td><td width="25%">ENDURANCE</td><td width="25%">16</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">LUCK</td><td width="25%">0</td><td width="25%">LEADERSHIP</td><td width="25%">0</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">DEFENCE</td><td width="25%">0%</td><td width="25%">OFFENCE</td><td width="25%">5%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="2">MAGICAL RESISTANCE</td><td colspan="2">0%</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“will you be joining us Sir Balious?” the instructor asked <br>“I am afraid i will have to decline old friend, my squire needs allot more training if he is ever going to match up to this young knight.” The knight said heading for the door the young boy following him down cast.<br><br>“well that was unexpected, Sir Allwind shall we have a meal and discuses your future?”<br>“that would be nice.” Allwind replied not quiet believing what had just happened.<br><br>----------------------------------------------- end ------------------------------------------<br><br>Authors notes :<br><br>Yeay finally hehe that was fun :) ill have to leave it their till the next chapter <br>If u see a mistake let me know :) ill do my upmost to fix it.<br><br>Let’s see what’s next some interesting things maybe, ill see if i can come up with a good idea or two i’m really gonna have to stop adding skills and stats it like bonanza ow well i few more won’t hurt surly ???? have fun guys ? </div>

It had been four hours since Allwind logged back in, he was sat on the floor with his legs crossed, enjoying a moment’s rest a huge grin on his face, he had done it, he had finally beaten them, made it safely from one end of the low beam to the other. After that the flood gates had opened, he had managed to repay the two scarecrows for all the frustration they had caused, he even managed to come up with new ways of beating them in the process, Now all that was left was the waiting for the instructor to arrive and prove that he had done it without cheating, ‘old man’s probably still in bed,’ Allwind mused as he noticed the time it was later than he expected. ‘Waiting like this isn’t doing any good guess ill train some more,’ Allwind proceeded to attack the single scarecrow, working both the wooden blades that he had now got used to in attack patterns, that would have anyone watching breathless with amazement at the speed of which he moved them. The door to the gym inched open as Allwind trained and a small figure slowly and light stepped into the gym, it stayed by the door until it realised that the person training wasn’t paying any attention before it dashed across the room its hand going into the old worn robe it was wearing and taking out a small silvery gleaming object, it charge straight at the unsuspecting Allwind’s back. Running lightly across the floor as fast as it could, the figure was unable to catch Allwind as he ducked under the swinging lance that the scarecrow used, and moving as fast as it was it met the lat side of the moving lance, receiving the full force blow to the head, the figure stumbled before collapsing onto a crash mat revealing its identity. “Owiee” the figure said from the floor groaning while rubbing its head, Allwind paused at the sound of a girls voice, he had no idea that anyone one else was in the gym, he was that absorbed in his training, now there was a girl in the room and an unsteady one at that he noted as the figure finally got back to its feet swaying from left to right as it did, the silvery object still in its hand. “Ermm Lilly, are you ok?” Allwind asked the swaying girl. “Ow you noticed,” she said collapsing back to the floor as Allwind sheaved his weapons. “Bit hard not to when you’re sat in front of me,” he replied bending down to see if she was alright. Lilly just looked up to him a half smile on her face, before stabbing Allwind in the chest with the silvery object. ’Silence’ “It didn’t work,” Lilly said withdrawing the object before thrusting it at Allwind’s chest again. ’Silence’ “What’s it supposed to do?” Allwind asked looking down at his chest and the object in Lily’s hand confused. ’Silence’ “Why isn’t it working?” Lilly complained. Slowly reaching out with his hand allwind took the object which had been thrust at him twice and held it up for inspection before realising what he was supposed to have done. “That’s easy to answer,” He said smiling, “you aimed at the wrong spot, here let me show you how to it,” he said thrusting the object towards Lily’s neck. [b]Laughter [/] suddenly filled the gym as Allwind moved the object under Lilly’s chin, causing her to cry out, as she tried to get away from him and her silver feather, he was now using against her. “Stop it, stop it,” she cried laughing all the while. Allwind chuckled before giving up, “how’s your head Lilly?” “It hurts,” she replied moving her hand to her head, a red mark was starting to appear were she had hit her it on the lance, “that was mean of you moving like that.” “Teach you to pick better targets to tickle, what is this any way?” Allwind asked holding up the silvery object for inspection, | Angel’s feather A worthless soft feather that gives off a silver light said to bring good luck. | | --- | | New Skill Identification Learnt | | --- | | Identification Level : 1 Allows you to identify objects in detail including magical influences | | --- | Hmm interesting, Allwind said examining the glowing feather, before handing it back to Lilly, who was now rubbing her head with tears in her eyes, as she took her hand away it had a small amount of blood on her palm. “Let’s get, you seen too first, then we’ll talk ok,” Allwind said noticing the blood he helped Lilly to her feet. Swaying the two of them managed to make it back to the main house. “Where is everyone?” Allwind asked looking around as the wound on Lilly’s head, seemed to worse there was now, blood starting to run down the side of her head. “Grandma went shopping and Granddad went to see one of his friend’s at the castle” Lilly replied her voice shacking from the pulsing pain in her head. “Ok do you have any medical gear in the house,” Allwind asked. “Medical?” “Ermm bandages, plasters, creams, things with healing properties,” he explained as they reached the sofa in the main room of the house, Lilly nodded pointing with one shaking hand at a cupboard in the kitchen as she collapsed on the sofa. Allwind quickly routed around in various cupboards before retrieving a role of bandages from the appointed cupboard and being extremely gentle, he began to wrap the bandage around lily’s head covering the now visible bruise. | Skill: You learned Bandage Skill.Enables you to stop bleeding.Increases life of the wounded when tended. | | --- | Lilly’s face took on a measure of calm as he finished, bandaging her head it was the first time he had done this in a game but due to having experience in the real world it was easy and quiet surprising to find that there was a skill related to it, Lilly smiled up at him from there she was sat but fell asleep before she could verbally thank him. Concerned Allwind bent over to cheek for Lilly’s pulse thankfully Lilly’s grandmother got home and after a short explanation and a lot of fussing around, she told Allwind that Lilly would be fine ha had applied the bandage in good time, she thanked him for the care he had shown their went enough people around that showed so much care for others. “Thank you Allwind, it’s well done and will do the job of stopping the bleeding, there is a trick to bandaging that will help you if you come across a similar situation again.” “yes that would be help full.” Allwind replied smiling. Lilly’s grandma smiled back before heading to a one of the cupboards that allwind hadn’t searched through picking out several plants she brought them over to allwind, “All these plants have healing properties, if you crush them an add it to the wound before you bandage it will increase the healing effect.” | Level up: Bandage Skill Level 2 | | --- | “Thank you very much” Allwind smiled this game was turning out to be quiet easy once you used your head to work things out. “you’re welcome Allwind, you deserve to know this much if you keep looking after Lilly, now shouldn’t you be getting back to training?” She asked smiling once again. “Opps your right thank you for the advice,” Allwind said before returning to the gym. Returning to the gym Allwind began practicing on the single scarecrow again, two hours passed before he took another break this time for food, he was now down to four pieces of bread and half a canteen of water it was a good job that Lilly’s family shared their meals with him or he would have been quiet stuck, stepping away from the scarecrow yet another pop up window appeared. | New Stat learnt fighting spirit | | --- | | Fighting SpiritYou can call on superhuman strength temporarily, or bring weaker monsters to their knees with a force in your eyes alone. You are prohibited from distributing stat bonus points to this stat, and it rises spontaneously, depending on the avatar’s action, especially if you fight monsters for a long time, or often confront monsters stronger than your current level. | | --- | “Hu another stat what exactly am i supposed to with this one? It’s gonna be impossible to raise all of these,” Allwind said while scratching his head, at that moment the door to the gym opened again this time it opened fully and three people walked in one of which was the instructor. Following the instructor was a man that seemed to be made out of metal, clinking at every movement allwind winced at the sound, before realising that this person was wearing heavy armour and probably an important person, the third person to enter was a young boy no older than Lilly, he looked extremely gloomy. “Boy come over here,” the instructor said waving to Allwind to join them. “This is Sir Balious and is squire, they are here to watch you and ultimately test you as a fellow squire. “ the instructor said introducing the knight and the young boy. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Allwind said realising that he needed to say something to break the ice. “have you finished on the balance beam?” the instructor asked. “Yes instructor i have finished the training in which you set me.” Allwind replied. There was a slight pause before the instructor ask the next very delicate question. “you mean you gave up?” “no instructor i have finished the training which you set me,” Allwind replied not liking repeating himself. “Young squire you should respect your trainer, the training you have been set is impossible to complete.” “There is no such thing as impossible, do you doubt my word,” Allwind said glaring at the knight “I do this training is designed to teach you humiliation and for you to prove that you will not give up no mater, what the odds.” The knight replied placing his hand on his sword at his hip. “i was told to get from one end of the balance beam to the other without getting knocked of the beam and to hit the scarecrow knights that guard the beam in the process, i have achieved this.” Allwind replied gauging the distance between himself the knight and the two wooden swords on the ground where he had left them after training. The young boy behind the knight saw what allwind was doing and quickly shook his head, his master was a fair man but had a large temper that was prone to exploding. “That’s enough, if you have finished the training prove it,” the knight said angrily. Allwind calmly looked at the instructor who just nodded his head looking worried at the heated exchange between his pupil and Sir Balious who was one of the kingdoms top knights. Allwind calmly retrieved the two wooden swords that had almost become part of him, and headed for the beam climbing up, he stood there for a minute regaining his inner calm and focused on the task at hand getting to the other end of the beam while hitting the scarecrows. Suddenly Allwind leapt forwards running down the beam, at a full sprint, coming into range of the first scarecrow it reacted just as it normally did to his presence and swung its lance, allwind threw his wait forwards into a flip that sent him over the top of the lance, swinging his right sword at it as he went over, his left sword immediately struck downwards at the balance beam and using all his strength, he used it as a pole to throw himself over the top of the second lance that was now heading his way, this time though he added a spin to the second flip and managed to hit the second scarecrow twice on the head before landing on his feet on the balance beam, it took exceptional timing to come up with the stunt and it was one, he could take pride in he shortly reached the end of the beam before turning back and sprinting straight back at the scarecrows to attack them again. The entire routine took only four minutes, Allwind had reached the beginning of the balance beam having hit both scarecrows five times. As the three stood their mouths open in shook as Allwind jumped down from the balance beam. “My apologies, young squire for doubting your words,” the knight said recovering quickly, before addressing the instructor, “well old friend it seems that you have finally managed to train a squire that is indeed worthy of a challenge.” | Quest completeYou have finished the second phase of training speak to the instructor and the knight for further instructionsReward : Level Up | | --- | “I never believed it would be possible,” the instructor said still in shock. “will you duel me squire it is the third phase of your training if you can last to the count of 1000 or beat me you will be awarded as a knight?” | Quest knight hood training phase 3Beat the knight or last in combat to the count of 1000 to receive a knight hoodRewards : knight class unlocked | | --- | “I accept your challenge Sir Knight” “Good come then we will start now,” the knight said walking over to a area that was free of obstructions he picked up one of the long wooden two handed swords that where on the wall before turning to face allwind. ‘what have i got myself into now, let’s just get this over with then i can do what i want again.’ Allwind thought to himself readying himself he adopted a low stance with his two blades, the instructor managed to regain his senses enough to actually start the match as the young squire began to count under his breath. The match was slow to start with, each testing the other for any signs of weakness, Allwind silently thanked the instructor in his head for all the practice matches he had been put through between training with the scarecrows, it allowed him to stay focused in this match, as their weapons clashed the knight was strong but didn’t seem to have the same agility that Allwind had, if Allwind got hit it would be over, but Allwind in return couldn’t make a decisive hit because of the knights heavy armour protecting him. The end came faster than Allwind anticipated the knight seemed to stumble and allwind took full advantage of it as he had been taught ,to find that the stumble was a ruse and the knight quickly ended the hard fought match, hitting Allwind on the back sending him flying landing on his back Allwind grunted as a popup message appeared telling him that the skill soft fall, had absorbed 10% of the damage. The knight then pressed his wooden sword on the Allwind’s chest lightly ending the match. “It was a good match, but you still lack experience,” he said offering a hand to pull Allwind to his feet. “it seems that i must train some more,” Allwind replied to which the knight shook his head. “This experience can only be learned on the field of combat and not in a training room,” “Thank you for the advice it was a good match, i guess i failed the final quest then,” “no a voice interrupted them,” it was the young boy, “you passed i counted to 1026 before you were hit,” “Is that so?” the knight asked “WHY DIDNT YOU SAY SO YOU BUMBLING SQUIRE,” the knight shouted “my apologies but i did not want to interrupt your duel,” the boy said quickly looking down at the floor. “when congratulations are in order Allwind you have passed the third phase of training, we will have a meal before discussing what you should do next.” | Quest complete You have passed the third phase of knight hood training.Reward: knight class unlocked Level up | | --- | | New Stat: Honour has been added | | --- | | AVATAR | ALLWIND | TYPE | NEUTRAL | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | LEVEL | 4 (+15) | CLASS | Knight | | TITLE | N/A | FAME | 20 | | Honour | 0 | HEALTH | 300 | | MANA | 100 | STAMINA | 400 | | SUBSTINANCE | 1 | Fighting Spirit | 1 | | STR | 15 | AGI | 22 | | VIT | 11 | WIS | 10 | | INT | 10 | ENDURANCE | 16 | | LUCK | 0 | LEADERSHIP | 0 | | DEFENCE | 0% | OFFENCE | 5% | | MAGICAL RESISTANCE | | 0% | | “will you be joining us Sir Balious?” the instructor asked “I am afraid i will have to decline old friend, my squire needs allot more training if he is ever going to match up to this young knight.” The knight said heading for the door the young boy following him down cast. “well that was unexpected, Sir Allwind shall we have a meal and discuses your future?” “that would be nice.” Allwind replied not quiet believing what had just happened. ----------------------------------------------- end ------------------------------------------ Authors notes : Yeay finally hehe that was fun :) ill have to leave it their till the next chapter If u see a mistake let me know :) ill do my upmost to fix it. Let’s see what’s next some interesting things maybe, ill see if i can come up with a good idea or two i’m really gonna have to stop adding skills and stats it like bonanza ow well i few more won’t hurt surly ???? have fun guys ?

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Back to the moment the friends went separate paths after visiting the intelligence guild.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;">-------------------------------------</div><br>Alexander carefully followed the same way he and his friends had walked to reach the intelligence guild, but since he had forgotten the short excurse to the merchant he ended up getting lost again only to notice it long after he was supposed to have arrived. <br><br>Gathering enough courage to once again ask someone for directions he eventually ended up back at the shooting range. <br><br>When he walked inside he saw that quite a few users had joined the once almost empty practice area. He would have stood with a mouth wide agape if he had seen the amount of users flooding the mage guilds this early in the game, ignorant of the fact that mages had to read and read and study all day long.<br><br> Picking up where he left off, he was soon once again immersed in training and the instructor, who now had quite a few people to look after still managed to train and watch Alexander the same way he had before.<br><br>Shooting arrow after arrow into each day increasingly farther away targets, which then also started moving by the usage of magic, which mages had installed at the request of the instructor. The last two days of training he was taught to shoot at the weak points of dozens of different monsters, whether they were animal-like or humanoid monsters.<br><br>After fourteen days of practice, which didn’t include the half-day he met his friends he finished the training of Thomas and improved his relationship with Thomas to friends. He had again increased his Agility by 3 and Stamina by 1 in the last five days of training.<br><br>After thanking Thomas, the archery instructor for his guidance he left for the training hall, naturally having asked for the direction.<br>After a short fifteen-minute walk he reached the training hall and looked quite plain from the outside.<br><br>Walking inside he was met by an impressive sight of hundreds of scarecrows standing neatly row after row. Alexander could see a few users hitting the scarecrows with wooden swords. <br><br>Considering that the new users had only been on the Versailles Continent for a few days he hadn’t expected many players here to begin with. Most players didn’t know that it is possible to raise ones stats by simply working hard and even if they knew, there aren’t that many people willing to spend many hours training to increase a single stat point. <br><br>These users rather did quests and worked to earn money. They would later on use their level-ups to increase their stat points. Alexander was different from other people in this regard. He enjoyed working hard and didn’t find it particularly boring. <br><br>He often lost himself in what he was doing and sometimes was so immersed in a task that he didn’t notice his surroundings, especially when he was training his martial arts.<br><br>Seeing a huge man sitting near the door on the floor eating a meal, Alexander approached him.<br><br>“Hello, do you know if I can use any of the swords on the walls?”<br><br>The man looked up from his growl and told him:<br><br>“Yes you may take them to train yourself.”<br><br>After thanking him, Alexander went to the nearest wall and started looking at the swords, identifying more than two hundred of them before stopping since identifying one of these similar swords didn’t give him any experience increase in the skill proficiency anymore.<br><br>The training hall had five different swords one could choose from.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wooden short sword</span><br>Durability: 10/10, Damage: 2-3<br><br>A simple wooden short sword</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wooden sword</span><br>Durability: 10/10, Damage: 3<br><br>A simple training sword</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wooden bastard sword</span><br>Durability: 10/10, Damage: 3-4<br><br>A simple wooden bastard sword</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wooden long sword</span><br>Durability: 10/10, Damage: 3<br><br>A simple training long sword</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Wooden claymore</span><br>Durability: 10/10, Damage: 4<br><br>A simple wooden claymore</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>He didn’t really know, which type he should pick, so on a whim he took the huge wooden claymore, since he figured that it would increase his strength the fastest.<br><br>After taking it up and due to his real strength coupled with his already increased strength stats, he was able to carry the wooden claymore with one hand with ease. Walking to the corner of the training hall, which was located furthest away from the other users, Alexander picked a scarecrow as his victim and proceeded to slash it with his full strength.<br><br>After half an hour of this exercise he was already sweating profusely and was beginning to get lost in his task.<br><br>*Wham*<br><br>*Wham*<br><br>Together with his steady breathing were the only sounds that could be heard from him. <br><br>The instructor had been watching this new trainee with interest since he was the first one coming into the training hall who was able to wield the claymore. The instructor had seen many other travellers trying to swing it, since it was the biggest training sword in the training hall and thus would be impressive, but all of them had only been able to swing the five-kilogram weighing sword only a few times at best.<br><br>This traveller however held promise. He had been swinging the sword without pause for the last four hours and he didn’t seem to stop anytime soon. Leaning back the instructor was delighted to see someone like him here. Now he just wished that this user will persist in learning the way of sword-fighting.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">You have learned the skill Sword Mastery</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sword Mastery</span> (Lvl. 1: 0%)<br><br>Increases Attack Power with a sword depending on skill level<br>Increases Attack Speed with a sword depending on skill level<br>Effect: +10% Attack Power, +3% Attack Speed</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Strength increased by one point (+1 STR)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Alexander finally stopped swinging his sword and took a small break to eat and drink. Luckily he had stashed enough food, which he had taken from the wizard tower, to last for another few weeks. Taking out one of the failed shirts he had made he used it as a towel to wipe the sweat from his face.<br>Standing up Alexander started to attack the scarecrow once again.<br><br>For the next 2 weeks Alexander continued to relentlessly attack the scarecrow training almost the entire day and the entire night, only logging out for a few hours of necessary sleep and other necessities in real life once in a while, even though the capsule was designed to be used for one whole week without having to leave it, Alexander felt it was too unnatural to stay inside it for too long. He didn’t neglect training his body even though the capsule regulated it by massaging the muscles in a way to stay fit.<br><br>Alexander had managed to increase his strength by eighteen, his stamina by fourteen, his agility by three and his health by 340 points.<br><br>Additionally he managed to generate two new stats, which were sometimes generated besides the original stats for doing special actions.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">New stat: Fighting spirit</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">New stat: Sustenance</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fighting Spirit</span><br><br>You can call on superhuman strength temporarily, or bring weaker monsters to their knees with a force in your eyes alone. You are prohibited from distributing stat bonus points to this stat, and it rises spontaneously, depending on the avatar’s action, especially if you fight monsters for a long time, or often confront monsters stronger than your current level.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sustenance</span><br><br>You are likely to use less stamina in action. You are prohibited from distributing stat bonus points to this stat.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>After the two weeks had passed, Alexander switched his sword for two of the wooden short swords. By dual-wielding the swords he proceeded to slash and stab the scarecrow. When he was using the claymore he always hit the scarecrow with his full strength, this time however he didn’t use his full strength, but instead started to attack the scare crow as often and quickly as possible.<br><br>Hitting with this different style produced an increase in the agility stat as well as the sword mastery skill, since he was always careful to use the correct form that he was taught by the Geomchi dojang.<br><br>Two weeks later the instructor watched how this prodigy of a student attacked four different scarecrows in his vicinity. Alexander had adapted this style after three days of hitting only one scarecrow, since he thought that it would teach him better of how to fight mobs of monsters surrounding him.<br><br>What he had failed to notice was that the scarecrows didn’t remotely resemble monsters since they were immobile. Nonetheless this action of him had the pleasant side effect of increasing stamina, agility and health quicker than before. Even the stat Sustenance increased slightly.<br><br>At the time he switched to dual-wielding the short swords, Sabrina joined him in the training center but didn’t train nearly as much as him, but still managed to gain a few extra stats for working hard.<br><br>Three weeks after he had started out at the training hall, the rest of his friends, or at least the ones that had also started in the Citadel of Serabourg, visited him at the training center and told him that they would now go outside the city walls to start adventuring.<br><br>They had built a party, in which Sabrina would be the main tanker as a knight, Jonathan would draw the mobs due to his high agility and deal surprise attacks, Frederic would aid with his earth magic by providing additional defensive shields and trapping the opponents and Krystin would curse the monsters.<br><br>But since they didn’t have any priest in their party they would have to be very careful and have good teamwork. Since they were friends in real life and have already played as parties in other games they wouldn’t have to establish the cooperation and other factors of a newly formed party.<br><br>Alexander never wanted to play in a group, he always played solo and his friends knew that fact, but still invited him, since sometimes he would temporarily join their party to hunt together. This time however Alexander hasn’t achieved the stat points he wanted or the skills he wanted to have even since before he had started the game.<br><br>Staying in the training hall he continued to train with the swords changing a couple more times between the two short swords and the claymore. <br><br>All the while many different people had come to the training hall. Some people staying to train for a while, players going in, players going out but not a single one staying as long or training as hard as Alexander.<br><br>Some players coming in day after day started recognizing him and they realized that Alexander was training at an inhuman pace. <br><br>More users came to the training hall at night, since the jobs they had in the city were closed at night and they wanted to train a bit, especially the ones having learned Sword mastery due to their classes.<br><br>Since Alexander had chosen to train in a corner, which the magical light of the hall didn’t fully reach, he was mostly in a place darker than the rest of the hall thus hiding his special skin during night.<br><br>Alexander managed to raise his Sword mastery to Beginner Lvl. 7:0%. He then finally left the training hall, which had more than served its purpose. About to walk out for the first time in the last two weeks, the Instructor stopped him and told him:<br><br>“Good job, Someone.”<br><br>“Thank you sir, but what are you congratulating me for?”<br><br>Alexander was extremely confused to be stopped by the instructor, who had until now only watched him from the distance and never approached him before.<br><br>“You have completed the basic training program, so you have earned the right of a sword, but since you have actually managed to complete the program for both the claymore and the short-sword, you may choose which one you will be awarded with.”<br><br>Listening to what the instructor said, Alexander didn’t hesitate to choose the claymore, since otherwise he would only get one short sword even though he dual-wielded them in the training hall. <br><br>Taking the Claymore, which was even bigger than the wooden claymore and also a bit heavier, from the instructor, Alexander received the message<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">You have received a Hard Iron Claymore</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Identifying the claymore he received, he saw that he was given a very good sword. It was in fact much better than other swords, which were provided to new adventurers by merchants and blacksmiths.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hard Iron Claymore</span><br>Durability: 65/65, Damage: 18-22<br><br>Awarded to those, who completed the basic training program, this claymore is much better than the basic type weapons available in a blacksmith’s workshop.<br><br>Equip: +20 STR, - 10 AGI<br>Limits: STR. 50+, Health: 500+</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> </div>

Back to the moment the friends went separate paths after visiting the intelligence guild. ------------------------------------- Alexander carefully followed the same way he and his friends had walked to reach the intelligence guild, but since he had forgotten the short excurse to the merchant he ended up getting lost again only to notice it long after he was supposed to have arrived. Gathering enough courage to once again ask someone for directions he eventually ended up back at the shooting range. When he walked inside he saw that quite a few users had joined the once almost empty practice area. He would have stood with a mouth wide agape if he had seen the amount of users flooding the mage guilds this early in the game, ignorant of the fact that mages had to read and read and study all day long. Picking up where he left off, he was soon once again immersed in training and the instructor, who now had quite a few people to look after still managed to train and watch Alexander the same way he had before. Shooting arrow after arrow into each day increasingly farther away targets, which then also started moving by the usage of magic, which mages had installed at the request of the instructor. The last two days of training he was taught to shoot at the weak points of dozens of different monsters, whether they were animal-like or humanoid monsters. After fourteen days of practice, which didn’t include the half-day he met his friends he finished the training of Thomas and improved his relationship with Thomas to friends. He had again increased his Agility by 3 and Stamina by 1 in the last five days of training. After thanking Thomas, the archery instructor for his guidance he left for the training hall, naturally having asked for the direction. After a short fifteen-minute walk he reached the training hall and looked quite plain from the outside. Walking inside he was met by an impressive sight of hundreds of scarecrows standing neatly row after row. Alexander could see a few users hitting the scarecrows with wooden swords. Considering that the new users had only been on the Versailles Continent for a few days he hadn’t expected many players here to begin with. Most players didn’t know that it is possible to raise ones stats by simply working hard and even if they knew, there aren’t that many people willing to spend many hours training to increase a single stat point. These users rather did quests and worked to earn money. They would later on use their level-ups to increase their stat points. Alexander was different from other people in this regard. He enjoyed working hard and didn’t find it particularly boring. He often lost himself in what he was doing and sometimes was so immersed in a task that he didn’t notice his surroundings, especially when he was training his martial arts. Seeing a huge man sitting near the door on the floor eating a meal, Alexander approached him. “Hello, do you know if I can use any of the swords on the walls?” The man looked up from his growl and told him: “Yes you may take them to train yourself.” After thanking him, Alexander went to the nearest wall and started looking at the swords, identifying more than two hundred of them before stopping since identifying one of these similar swords didn’t give him any experience increase in the skill proficiency anymore. The training hall had five different swords one could choose from. | Wooden short swordDurability: 10/10, Damage: 2-3A simple wooden short sword | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Wooden swordDurability: 10/10, Damage: 3A simple training sword | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Wooden bastard swordDurability: 10/10, Damage: 3-4A simple wooden bastard sword | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Wooden long swordDurability: 10/10, Damage: 3A simple training long sword | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Wooden claymoreDurability: 10/10, Damage: 4A simple wooden claymore | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | He didn’t really know, which type he should pick, so on a whim he took the huge wooden claymore, since he figured that it would increase his strength the fastest. After taking it up and due to his real strength coupled with his already increased strength stats, he was able to carry the wooden claymore with one hand with ease. Walking to the corner of the training hall, which was located furthest away from the other users, Alexander picked a scarecrow as his victim and proceeded to slash it with his full strength. After half an hour of this exercise he was already sweating profusely and was beginning to get lost in his task. *Wham* *Wham* Together with his steady breathing were the only sounds that could be heard from him. The instructor had been watching this new trainee with interest since he was the first one coming into the training hall who was able to wield the claymore. The instructor had seen many other travellers trying to swing it, since it was the biggest training sword in the training hall and thus would be impressive, but all of them had only been able to swing the five-kilogram weighing sword only a few times at best. This traveller however held promise. He had been swinging the sword without pause for the last four hours and he didn’t seem to stop anytime soon. Leaning back the instructor was delighted to see someone like him here. Now he just wished that this user will persist in learning the way of sword-fighting. | You have learned the skill Sword Mastery | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Sword Mastery (Lvl. 1: 0%)Increases Attack Power with a sword depending on skill levelIncreases Attack Speed with a sword depending on skill levelEffect: +10% Attack Power, +3% Attack Speed | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Strength increased by one point (+1 STR) | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | Alexander finally stopped swinging his sword and took a small break to eat and drink. Luckily he had stashed enough food, which he had taken from the wizard tower, to last for another few weeks. Taking out one of the failed shirts he had made he used it as a towel to wipe the sweat from his face. Standing up Alexander started to attack the scarecrow once again. For the next 2 weeks Alexander continued to relentlessly attack the scarecrow training almost the entire day and the entire night, only logging out for a few hours of necessary sleep and other necessities in real life once in a while, even though the capsule was designed to be used for one whole week without having to leave it, Alexander felt it was too unnatural to stay inside it for too long. He didn’t neglect training his body even though the capsule regulated it by massaging the muscles in a way to stay fit. Alexander had managed to increase his strength by eighteen, his stamina by fourteen, his agility by three and his health by 340 points. Additionally he managed to generate two new stats, which were sometimes generated besides the original stats for doing special actions. | New stat: Fighting spirit | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | New stat: Sustenance | | | | | Fighting SpiritYou can call on superhuman strength temporarily, or bring weaker monsters to their knees with a force in your eyes alone. You are prohibited from distributing stat bonus points to this stat, and it rises spontaneously, depending on the avatar’s action, especially if you fight monsters for a long time, or often confront monsters stronger than your current level. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | SustenanceYou are likely to use less stamina in action. You are prohibited from distributing stat bonus points to this stat. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | After the two weeks had passed, Alexander switched his sword for two of the wooden short swords. By dual-wielding the swords he proceeded to slash and stab the scarecrow. When he was using the claymore he always hit the scarecrow with his full strength, this time however he didn’t use his full strength, but instead started to attack the scare crow as often and quickly as possible. Hitting with this different style produced an increase in the agility stat as well as the sword mastery skill, since he was always careful to use the correct form that he was taught by the Geomchi dojang. Two weeks later the instructor watched how this prodigy of a student attacked four different scarecrows in his vicinity. Alexander had adapted this style after three days of hitting only one scarecrow, since he thought that it would teach him better of how to fight mobs of monsters surrounding him. What he had failed to notice was that the scarecrows didn’t remotely resemble monsters since they were immobile. Nonetheless this action of him had the pleasant side effect of increasing stamina, agility and health quicker than before. Even the stat Sustenance increased slightly. At the time he switched to dual-wielding the short swords, Sabrina joined him in the training center but didn’t train nearly as much as him, but still managed to gain a few extra stats for working hard. Three weeks after he had started out at the training hall, the rest of his friends, or at least the ones that had also started in the Citadel of Serabourg, visited him at the training center and told him that they would now go outside the city walls to start adventuring. They had built a party, in which Sabrina would be the main tanker as a knight, Jonathan would draw the mobs due to his high agility and deal surprise attacks, Frederic would aid with his earth magic by providing additional defensive shields and trapping the opponents and Krystin would curse the monsters. But since they didn’t have any priest in their party they would have to be very careful and have good teamwork. Since they were friends in real life and have already played as parties in other games they wouldn’t have to establish the cooperation and other factors of a newly formed party. Alexander never wanted to play in a group, he always played solo and his friends knew that fact, but still invited him, since sometimes he would temporarily join their party to hunt together. This time however Alexander hasn’t achieved the stat points he wanted or the skills he wanted to have even since before he had started the game. Staying in the training hall he continued to train with the swords changing a couple more times between the two short swords and the claymore. All the while many different people had come to the training hall. Some people staying to train for a while, players going in, players going out but not a single one staying as long or training as hard as Alexander. Some players coming in day after day started recognizing him and they realized that Alexander was training at an inhuman pace. More users came to the training hall at night, since the jobs they had in the city were closed at night and they wanted to train a bit, especially the ones having learned Sword mastery due to their classes. Since Alexander had chosen to train in a corner, which the magical light of the hall didn’t fully reach, he was mostly in a place darker than the rest of the hall thus hiding his special skin during night. Alexander managed to raise his Sword mastery to Beginner Lvl. 7:0%. He then finally left the training hall, which had more than served its purpose. About to walk out for the first time in the last two weeks, the Instructor stopped him and told him: “Good job, Someone.” “Thank you sir, but what are you congratulating me for?” Alexander was extremely confused to be stopped by the instructor, who had until now only watched him from the distance and never approached him before. “You have completed the basic training program, so you have earned the right of a sword, but since you have actually managed to complete the program for both the claymore and the short-sword, you may choose which one you will be awarded with.” Listening to what the instructor said, Alexander didn’t hesitate to choose the claymore, since otherwise he would only get one short sword even though he dual-wielded them in the training hall. Taking the Claymore, which was even bigger than the wooden claymore and also a bit heavier, from the instructor, Alexander received the message | You have received a Hard Iron Claymore | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | Identifying the claymore he received, he saw that he was given a very good sword. It was in fact much better than other swords, which were provided to new adventurers by merchants and blacksmiths. | Hard Iron ClaymoreDurability: 65/65, Damage: 18-22Awarded to those, who completed the basic training program, this claymore is much better than the basic type weapons available in a blacksmith’s workshop.Equip: +20 STR, - 10 AGILimits: STR. 50+, Health: 500+ | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- |

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Only looked through Vol 1 so far I plan to look through the others at some point. I also only searched using the word cost.<br><br>Rye Bread, 3 Copper - Vol 1: Ch 3Fine Leather Armor, 30 Silver - Vol 1: Ch4<br>Bow of Theo Grande, 1 Gold and 20 Silver - Vol 1: Ch 6<br>Horse, &gt;= 100 gold - Vol 1: Ch 6 </div>

Only looked through Vol 1 so far I plan to look through the others at some point. I also only searched using the word cost. Rye Bread, 3 Copper - Vol 1: Ch 3Fine Leather Armor, 30 Silver - Vol 1: Ch4 Bow of Theo Grande, 1 Gold and 20 Silver - Vol 1: Ch 6 Horse, >= 100 gold - Vol 1: Ch 6

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> After being invited by the red haired human mage, Artanis was led by him to a cozy looking restaurant located a few blocks away from the city plaza. A metal plate hung outside showed its slightly odd name, although Artanis was familiar with the story behind it; at least for its real world equivalent.<br><br>“Welcome to Rock Soup¹, what can I get you today?” Said a slightly chubby waitress after both the mage and Artanis entered the restaurant and sat in next to one of the few unoccupied tables, on top of it was a small parchment in which all the products sold by the restaurant were depicted.<br><br>“I want a spicy steak, fried rice and a black beer.” The mage said before handed the menu to the elven maiden he had invited to dinner. <br><br>How they met was odd, to say the least, normally no one would accept the dinner invitation of a person who nearly killed them, although not on purpose. To heal the wound he had inflicted at her, he had given one of the weakest herbal potions he had made for practice almost a year ago.<br><br>And while at first he planned to end their meeting by simply apologizing and letting her keep the rest of the potion. He could not shake the feeling he had seen the elf before, but try as he might he could not remember where and the fact the waitress and the elf were discussing the menu as he did so; hardly helped him.<br><br>“Sybilla, is the fried orc dish really made from…” Asked Artanis that had come into friendly terms with the waitress Sybilla, surprisingly fast. Contrary to what most clients thought, she was actually a player, which like Amanda; had the hobby of eating exotic foods found during her travels.<br><br>“No, it’s not made of orc meat. You see, the head chef swears that orc and boar meat taste the same.” Sybilla said smiling.<br><br>“They do?” Artanis asked, slightly disappointed.<br><br>“No idea, I never found anyone selling their meat.” Said Sybilla, since she had, in fact, tried to procure their meat.<br><br>“Okay, please bring me a portion of fried orc, a seven herbs salad, a Rockheim risotto and a beer.” Said Artanis, who forgotten she was not the one paying, the mage which had invited her had not spoken a single word during Artanis and Sybilla’s conversation.<br><br>However, his existence had not been forgotten by Sybilla who after hearing Artanis request, asked him if he did not add anything else to the order. He did not want to add anything to the order, or even felt troubled with Artanis somewhat large request. He did, whoever seem happy when the waitress left.<br><br>“I am sorry, I made such a large order and I don’t even know your name.” Said Artanis, remembering they never had introduced themselves properly.<br><br>“It’s okay Artanis, the food here is not that expensive. Answering your question, I am Edward, level hundred-sixty-four wizard and vice leader of the Gold Tree guild.” Said the mage sitting in front of her.<br><br>“My name is Artanis, level one and classless.” She said introducing herself. Although her name had already come up during her conversation with the waitress.<br><br>“Nice meet you Artanis, are you enjoying the game so far?” He asked while looking her in the eyes.<br><br>To answer his question, Artanis give him a summarized version of the events so far, but once again, leaving certain parts of the story outside of her narrative. The story whoever was interrupted by the arrival of Sybilla pushing a cart filled with food, who smiled, as she put various plates from the cart into the table. Done so, she went back to the kitchen.<br><br>“We can continue later. Let's eat now before it gets cold.” Edward said before he took the knife and fork laid before him.<br><br>Hearing his words, Artanis nodded, took her own knife and fork into her hands and started cutting the meat on her plate. For a while, both ate in silence, since the food demanded their full attention.<br><br>Artanis’s share of the food was twice as his, which led Edward to finish his meal long before her. Excusing himself, he rose from the table walking a few meters away, apparently to speak with an invisible friend.<br><br>When he returned to his seat, Artanis had already finished her meal, which was good since he wanted to speak with her.<br><br>“It's not too common to invite someone who has yet to get a class, but I wish to invite you to our guild.” Said Edward, as a familiar sound rang and a transparent window appeared before Artanis.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">You have been invited to the Gold Tree guild, do you accept the invitation?</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Why are you inviting me?” She asked, unsure of the reason this man were inviting a level one player to his guild.<br><br>“We recently decided to invite newbies into the guild, to help them learn how to play, so they can enjoy this great game.” Answered Edward, giving an answer you would expect to hear from a public relations manager. <br><br>“If that’s the case, I will join it.” She said, imagining how he would look like as a middle-aged man in a suit. Which he could be since the game gave the chance of modifying one’s appearance during the character creation process.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">You have joined the Gold Tree guild.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>"You can enter the guild chat channel by focusing at that flashing golden tree icon at the corner of your eye." Said Edward before he noticed she had already done so.<br><br>“Welcome to the guild Artanis, my name is Edmund. Edward's older and more handsome brother and the leader of this guild.” And other similar introductions were given in the guild's exclusive chat channel. The Gold Tree guild having over forty members, of which only twenty-two were online.<br><br>The majority of the guild’s population were warriors, monks, mages, rogues, archers, and clerics with only a small amount of players which had other classes such as merchants and crafters. After introducing herself, Artanis received started to receive advice from its members. Including each personal opinion of what class were the best.<br>“If you have the time and patience, by hitting the scarecrows at the training hall, you can get stats and a sword.” Said Edmund who had completed such training and because of his high affinity to the hall's instructor, got recommend by him to a young noble becoming his squire and recently, a knight.<br><br>“There's something similar at the archer's guild, but of course, the training involves the use of a bow.” Said Cheonjiwang, a player that recently had completed his job advancement quest, becoming a ranger an advanced archer class.<br><br>“After you can leave the city you can farm the nearby rabbits for leather, players undergoing the merchant test and newbie tailors need them. Before that became a well-known fact, they used to sell it for five or ten coppers.” Said Dario, one of the guild’s few merchants. Artanis wondered if he did not feel bad from giving such advice, which would make the life of future merchants harder, but she did not bother asking.<br><br>“So, do you have anything to do now?” Edward asked having just finished paying for their meals. She nodded in response.<br><br>“Yes, I have an errand to do.” Said Artanis not going into further details, Edward also did not inquire further as he had done his share of simple errands during his newbie days.<br><br>“Good luck with it, I will be at the city's library. In case you need me just send a PM. Oh and at the library, you can also get some stats and skills from reading books.” He said, moving his finger through the air, before her a transparent window appeared in front of her.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Edward has requested to add you as a friend, do you accept his invitation?</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Ok.” She said in response.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">You have accepted his invitation; Edward is now your friend.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>After that, Artanis thanked him for the food leaving the restaurant as he paid the waitress for the food they had consumed. After leaving the restaurant, she returned to the city’s plaza to look for the general’s store location.<br><br>Which was located inside the city plaza, beside a large inn; there she was rudely received by the shopkeeper after seeing her cheap and bloodstained clothes. His demeanor, whoever changed as the letter was shown.<br><br>Her errand completed, she returned to Wystan’s workshop, which luckily for her had reopened the store.<br><br>“Welcome!” Wystan said as he always did when the bell attached behind his store’s door ringed. He whoever, soon recognized the person who pushed the door open, “Hello Artanis, back so soon?” Asked Wystan smiling.<br><br>“I already completed the errand, would you mind teaching me now?” Artanis said eager to learn her first skill.<br><br>“I wouldn’t mind… But what happen to you?” He asked, seeing the bloodied shirt with a hole in it.<br><br>“Oh, you mean my shirt. It was just a little accident, nothing to worry about.” Artanis answered smiling.<br><br>“If you say so… Follow me and pay attention to what I say and do.” She nodded, following the old man to the back of the workshop. There he used a few tools to dismantled a simple knife from a large pile of damaged products, its blade now separated from the hilt, was held firmly by a sturdy looking tong. <br><br>"While heating the metal it's important to pay attention to its color. It serves as an indicator of how hot it is." Said Wystan, as he with one hand, used the tong to put the blade inside the furnace. While with his foot he pumped air into it, using a pair of bellows built into the the side of the furnace, inside bright red flames danced around the blade, which slowly changed from a metallic grey color to a glowing cherry red.<br><br>"The proper temperature to work is when the metal glows orange-yellow, that’s known as the forging heat." He said while, inside the furnace, the flames changed the blade's color from the glowing red to a bright almost orange yellow. Then he took the blade out of the furnace and placed it over a nearby anvil, before grabbing a hammer and striking the blade in a rhythmic fashion. <br><br>"The last step is to cool it; doing so will harden the metal." Said Wystan while he took the still hot blade and immersed it into a bucket full of water, causing steam to rise from within it, while the blade having cooled down returned to its metallic grey color.<br><br>“The finishing touch is to sharpen it.” Said Wystan holding the blade's flat part, while walking towards a stone wheel. By using a pedal near the contraption’s base, he made the wheel spin ad he held the knife's edge against the stone producing bright sparks, he continued to so through the entire edge. When he finished sharpening the blade, he had a satisfied look on his face. <br><br>"Now it’s your turn, nothing beats hand on practice after all." He said, reassembling the guard's sword soon after. Having done so, he took a rather old and rusty blade from on a workshop's corner, handing it over to Artanis.<br><br>‘I hope everything goes well.’ She thought, slowly walking towards to furnace, while grabbing a tong on her way. That marked the beginning of her life as a blacksmith and while she now lacked confidence in her capability, by completing the task before her she would start to forge herself into one of this world's most renowned smiths. She, of course, did not know that, her body trembling thanks to her anxiety as the furnace's flame danced beautifully, as if inviting her to come closer.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=71&amp;t=897" target="_blank">&lt;&lt;&lt; Last Chapter</a></td><td width="25%"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/fanfic/71" target="_blank">Table Of Contents</a></td><td width="25%"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=71&amp;t=909" target="_blank">Next Chapter &gt;&gt;&gt;</a></td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Spell Checked</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> </div>

After being invited by the red haired human mage, Artanis was led by him to a cozy looking restaurant located a few blocks away from the city plaza. A metal plate hung outside showed its slightly odd name, although Artanis was familiar with the story behind it; at least for its real world equivalent. “Welcome to Rock Soup¹, what can I get you today?” Said a slightly chubby waitress after both the mage and Artanis entered the restaurant and sat in next to one of the few unoccupied tables, on top of it was a small parchment in which all the products sold by the restaurant were depicted. “I want a spicy steak, fried rice and a black beer.” The mage said before handed the menu to the elven maiden he had invited to dinner. How they met was odd, to say the least, normally no one would accept the dinner invitation of a person who nearly killed them, although not on purpose. To heal the wound he had inflicted at her, he had given one of the weakest herbal potions he had made for practice almost a year ago. And while at first he planned to end their meeting by simply apologizing and letting her keep the rest of the potion. He could not shake the feeling he had seen the elf before, but try as he might he could not remember where and the fact the waitress and the elf were discussing the menu as he did so; hardly helped him. “Sybilla, is the fried orc dish really made from…” Asked Artanis that had come into friendly terms with the waitress Sybilla, surprisingly fast. Contrary to what most clients thought, she was actually a player, which like Amanda; had the hobby of eating exotic foods found during her travels. “No, it’s not made of orc meat. You see, the head chef swears that orc and boar meat taste the same.” Sybilla said smiling. “They do?” Artanis asked, slightly disappointed. “No idea, I never found anyone selling their meat.” Said Sybilla, since she had, in fact, tried to procure their meat. “Okay, please bring me a portion of fried orc, a seven herbs salad, a Rockheim risotto and a beer.” Said Artanis, who forgotten she was not the one paying, the mage which had invited her had not spoken a single word during Artanis and Sybilla’s conversation. However, his existence had not been forgotten by Sybilla who after hearing Artanis request, asked him if he did not add anything else to the order. He did not want to add anything to the order, or even felt troubled with Artanis somewhat large request. He did, whoever seem happy when the waitress left. “I am sorry, I made such a large order and I don’t even know your name.” Said Artanis, remembering they never had introduced themselves properly. “It’s okay Artanis, the food here is not that expensive. Answering your question, I am Edward, level hundred-sixty-four wizard and vice leader of the Gold Tree guild.” Said the mage sitting in front of her. “My name is Artanis, level one and classless.” She said introducing herself. Although her name had already come up during her conversation with the waitress. “Nice meet you Artanis, are you enjoying the game so far?” He asked while looking her in the eyes. To answer his question, Artanis give him a summarized version of the events so far, but once again, leaving certain parts of the story outside of her narrative. The story whoever was interrupted by the arrival of Sybilla pushing a cart filled with food, who smiled, as she put various plates from the cart into the table. Done so, she went back to the kitchen. “We can continue later. Let's eat now before it gets cold.” Edward said before he took the knife and fork laid before him. Hearing his words, Artanis nodded, took her own knife and fork into her hands and started cutting the meat on her plate. For a while, both ate in silence, since the food demanded their full attention. Artanis’s share of the food was twice as his, which led Edward to finish his meal long before her. Excusing himself, he rose from the table walking a few meters away, apparently to speak with an invisible friend. When he returned to his seat, Artanis had already finished her meal, which was good since he wanted to speak with her. “It's not too common to invite someone who has yet to get a class, but I wish to invite you to our guild.” Said Edward, as a familiar sound rang and a transparent window appeared before Artanis. | You have been invited to the Gold Tree guild, do you accept the invitation? | | --- | “Why are you inviting me?” She asked, unsure of the reason this man were inviting a level one player to his guild. “We recently decided to invite newbies into the guild, to help them learn how to play, so they can enjoy this great game.” Answered Edward, giving an answer you would expect to hear from a public relations manager. “If that’s the case, I will join it.” She said, imagining how he would look like as a middle-aged man in a suit. Which he could be since the game gave the chance of modifying one’s appearance during the character creation process. | You have joined the Gold Tree guild. | | --- | "You can enter the guild chat channel by focusing at that flashing golden tree icon at the corner of your eye." Said Edward before he noticed she had already done so. “Welcome to the guild Artanis, my name is Edmund. Edward's older and more handsome brother and the leader of this guild.” And other similar introductions were given in the guild's exclusive chat channel. The Gold Tree guild having over forty members, of which only twenty-two were online. The majority of the guild’s population were warriors, monks, mages, rogues, archers, and clerics with only a small amount of players which had other classes such as merchants and crafters. After introducing herself, Artanis received started to receive advice from its members. Including each personal opinion of what class were the best. “If you have the time and patience, by hitting the scarecrows at the training hall, you can get stats and a sword.” Said Edmund who had completed such training and because of his high affinity to the hall's instructor, got recommend by him to a young noble becoming his squire and recently, a knight. “There's something similar at the archer's guild, but of course, the training involves the use of a bow.” Said Cheonjiwang, a player that recently had completed his job advancement quest, becoming a ranger an advanced archer class. “After you can leave the city you can farm the nearby rabbits for leather, players undergoing the merchant test and newbie tailors need them. Before that became a well-known fact, they used to sell it for five or ten coppers.” Said Dario, one of the guild’s few merchants. Artanis wondered if he did not feel bad from giving such advice, which would make the life of future merchants harder, but she did not bother asking. “So, do you have anything to do now?” Edward asked having just finished paying for their meals. She nodded in response. “Yes, I have an errand to do.” Said Artanis not going into further details, Edward also did not inquire further as he had done his share of simple errands during his newbie days. “Good luck with it, I will be at the city's library. In case you need me just send a PM. Oh and at the library, you can also get some stats and skills from reading books.” He said, moving his finger through the air, before her a transparent window appeared in front of her. | Edward has requested to add you as a friend, do you accept his invitation? | | --- | “Ok.” She said in response. | You have accepted his invitation; Edward is now your friend. | | --- | After that, Artanis thanked him for the food leaving the restaurant as he paid the waitress for the food they had consumed. After leaving the restaurant, she returned to the city’s plaza to look for the general’s store location. Which was located inside the city plaza, beside a large inn; there she was rudely received by the shopkeeper after seeing her cheap and bloodstained clothes. His demeanor, whoever changed as the letter was shown. Her errand completed, she returned to Wystan’s workshop, which luckily for her had reopened the store. “Welcome!” Wystan said as he always did when the bell attached behind his store’s door ringed. He whoever, soon recognized the person who pushed the door open, “Hello Artanis, back so soon?” Asked Wystan smiling. “I already completed the errand, would you mind teaching me now?” Artanis said eager to learn her first skill. “I wouldn’t mind… But what happen to you?” He asked, seeing the bloodied shirt with a hole in it. “Oh, you mean my shirt. It was just a little accident, nothing to worry about.” Artanis answered smiling. “If you say so… Follow me and pay attention to what I say and do.” She nodded, following the old man to the back of the workshop. There he used a few tools to dismantled a simple knife from a large pile of damaged products, its blade now separated from the hilt, was held firmly by a sturdy looking tong. "While heating the metal it's important to pay attention to its color. It serves as an indicator of how hot it is." Said Wystan, as he with one hand, used the tong to put the blade inside the furnace. While with his foot he pumped air into it, using a pair of bellows built into the the side of the furnace, inside bright red flames danced around the blade, which slowly changed from a metallic grey color to a glowing cherry red. "The proper temperature to work is when the metal glows orange-yellow, that’s known as the forging heat." He said while, inside the furnace, the flames changed the blade's color from the glowing red to a bright almost orange yellow. Then he took the blade out of the furnace and placed it over a nearby anvil, before grabbing a hammer and striking the blade in a rhythmic fashion. "The last step is to cool it; doing so will harden the metal." Said Wystan while he took the still hot blade and immersed it into a bucket full of water, causing steam to rise from within it, while the blade having cooled down returned to its metallic grey color. “The finishing touch is to sharpen it.” Said Wystan holding the blade's flat part, while walking towards a stone wheel. By using a pedal near the contraption’s base, he made the wheel spin ad he held the knife's edge against the stone producing bright sparks, he continued to so through the entire edge. When he finished sharpening the blade, he had a satisfied look on his face. "Now it’s your turn, nothing beats hand on practice after all." He said, reassembling the guard's sword soon after. Having done so, he took a rather old and rusty blade from on a workshop's corner, handing it over to Artanis. ‘I hope everything goes well.’ She thought, slowly walking towards to furnace, while grabbing a tong on her way. That marked the beginning of her life as a blacksmith and while she now lacked confidence in her capability, by completing the task before her she would start to forge herself into one of this world's most renowned smiths. She, of course, did not know that, her body trembling thanks to her anxiety as the furnace's flame danced beautifully, as if inviting her to come closer. | [<<< Last Chapter](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=71&t=897) | [Table Of Contents](http://www.royalroadl.com/fanfic/71) | [Next Chapter >>>](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=71&t=909) | | --- | --- | --- | | Spell Checked | | | |

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">The Mask of Volesprit: chapter 1</span></span><br><br><br>Volesprit woke up in the middle of a square. He slowly got up, while he watched the building and people (mostly NPC here as he is playing the beta test) around him. So that was virtual reality. That was … well, impressive. Such detailed work. No wonder everyone spoke about this game before the beta-test even began. The one who created this world was a genius.<br><br><br>While Volesprit examined his environment, the other player had ran to the fighting field, as the programmers had opened it for the beta-testing, had given everyone some good gears and put an option who permitted to change to some of the basic class – which also changed your gear to a more adapted one, but didn't give you any of it's skill - so that they could test the fighting as soon as they connected.<br><br><br>Seeing that, Volesprit sighed and muttered sarcastically:<br><br><br>“Morons … do you actually think that fighting now will do you any good when the actual game will begin?”<br><br><br>The answer was no. Because they would know actually know nothing on the process of acquiring a good class, some money, some basic gear and set of skill … they would obtain absolutely no data. And as Unicorn had claimed that if the characters wouldn't be deleted, they would still reset the all experience and delete any money and gear earned, data meant everything. Obtaining some skill gave a player an edge, and he would respect someone who would choose to work on obtaining some useful skill in the two months of beta test, as if it's experience was resented, the skill stayed.<br><br><br>But Volesprit still considered that data was everything. He was a man of science. To him, data meant understanding. And in this world, someone like him had an huge advantage in one area (no, I’m not speaking about flirting with female NPC to earn easy quests). His advantage did lie in magic. A common man would take the path of magic, learn a spell and use it. He wouldn’t ask himself how this magic modified the law of this world. But Volesprit wanted to understand how the system called magic worked.<br><br>That’s why he chose this town. For it's library. The guide delivered with the capsule said it was the most complete one in the whole continent. With so many book and some time, he should be able to gain an edge on the other magicians.<br><br>__________<br><br><br>Thirty minutes, nine barbarians who called him ‘Ennemy of all men’ and a few dozens blushing and incoherent girl later, Volesprit entered the gigantic library, went to the reception and asked what looked like the head-librarian:<br><br><br>“Good morning, sir. Would you be kind enough to tell where I could find some books about … No forget that … before finding any materials, I would like to know where I could buy some paper and pen.<br>- You can buy some here, but what do you need them for?<br>- I would like to study the origin of any magic: The circle patterns.<br>- Many men tried. Most failed. The few who understood how to make circles were genius.<br>- Not that I want to boast but … who said that I was an ordinary man?<br>- Show me your stat window, traveller … no forget that. Your kind are different that us. Your intelligence stat means nothing … here is the deal: I'll give you the most basic book on this subject and I want you to draw the most basic circle of all: the circle of the 'Magic Missile'. I know you aren't a mage, so you wouldn't know what this magic circle looks like. Here is a paper and a pencil. I'll wait for the result of your research, young man. By the way, my name is Merle.”<br><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">NEW QUEST: LEARNING HOW TO DRAW A MAGIC CIRCLE</span><br><br><br>The head librarian said that only a genius can manage this task.<br>Do you think that you really have what is needed for such a task?<br><br><br>Difficulty level: Unknown<br>Restriction: Show interest in the difficult art of writing magic circle.<br>Reward: A title. Depends on how much time is needed to finish this task.</span><br><br><br>Volesprit nodded and and presented himself before leaving him to his work. He chose a table to sit behind a table in the furthest corner of the library and began reading.<br><br><br>From what he read – time needed: 1h30min - drawing a magic circle wasn't really anything special … for him. It was a mix of writing a program in a whole new language – time needed to absorb this new language which was really basic: 10 minutes – and some 5-space mathematic. Nothing difficult. Really.Of course, the language used for this spell was the least powerful and precise of all the magic language, and consequently, the easiest to use. Furthermore, there were almost no variables. Which shouldn't be the case of the most powerful spell.<br><br><br>In the end, all it took for Volesprit to finish this task was three hours. Because he decided to optimize it.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Intelligence +1<br><br>New Skill: Magic Designing</span><br>You can create Magic Blueprint<br>The blueprint you design can be sold at 80% of their value.<br>You can use magic you designed at 110% of their power.<br><br><span style="text-decoration: underline;">You designed a new spell blueprint: ‘Customized Magic Missile’</span></span><br><br><br>Volesprit took note that you could gain some intelligence stat point by other means that fighting and smiled: Unicorn had talked about resetting the level, but he would keep the stat he earned this way. Satisfied, he went back to the librarian and gave him the paper with the magical circle pattern and said jokingly:<br><br>“Next time, please give me a real challenge.”<br><br>The librarian watched Volesprit, then the paper. The pattern was a little different from what he was used to. But that much was normal. One could always sense the designer hand in it’s spell. But what wasn’t normal was that as a retired veteran mage who was once a teacher in the most prestigious magic academy of the continent, he understood how incredible that magic circle was. At a first glance, it looked like a beginner’s drawing because of it’s simplicity. But he knew it only looked simple because the young man had only kept the vital part of the spell. Without even trying it, he knew it.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">QUEST COMPLETE: LEARNING HOW TO DRAW A MAGIC CIRCLE</span><br><br><br>The head librarian Merle has been deeply impressed by the result of your research.<br>Do you think that you really have what is needed for such a task?<br><br><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Relationship with Merle increases.<br>Level Up<br>You earned the title: “A Genius among Genius”<br>Intelligence +10You obtained: Paper x400</span></span><br><br>“It … it looks remarkably well done, my young friend.”<br><br>He looked at Volesprit and asked while swallowing:<br><br>“Can I?”<br><br>Volesprit nodded. Merle memorized the circle pattern and called:<br><br>“Magic Missile.”<br><br>The circle pattern appeared before his hand and a white glowing ball appeared. That was … so fast. And the circle hadn’t disappeared … which could only mean that he had managed to create what was considered the most difficult task as a circle designer. To create a loop.<br><br>The loop permitted the magician not to have to cast the magic every time he wanted to invoke it. One time was enough. But it had a drawback. The spell power was lowered.<br><br>“Why did you add a loop cast system for this spell?<br>- Because I feel that this spell utility doesn’t lie in its power but depends on how its owner use it.<br>- It’s utility … everyone know that this spell has none. It’s a debutant move one learn to become a mage, but it’s a flawed one. It’s power is too low. And even though yours is remarkably well designed, you lowered it’s power even further. My interest lies in its design, not in its use.<br>- I will use it. A spell’s utility doesn’t only lie in its power, Merle. I have already thought of a way to make it one of the most annoying spell to face.<br>- I’m curious to see how you would use it.<br>- I’ll show you one day, that I promise you, sir. But I don’t currently have the power to use magic. And I wouldn’t be able to show how to use this spell efficiently without an opponent.<br>- I look forward to it, young Volesprit. For the time being, here is the list of all the book that treat the subject you want to study. Good luck with your studies and come back to me if you need any help.<br>- Thank you, Merle. But I doubt I will come back before reading all those books. Not that I underestimate your wisdom or the difficulty of this subject … but I happen to have quite an ego. And I know that by overcoming those difficulties myself, I’ll gain a better understanding of this discipline.<br>- You’re right. May the stars guide you, Volesprit.”<br><br>Volesprit took the list of book Merle had given him and went to search the first of the list. When he found it, he went back to his table in the corner of the library. He started reading, taking notes , making some calculations or writing ideas occasionally. Then he seeked the second book. then the Third.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Intelligence +1<br>Wisdom +1<br>Wisdom +1<br>Intelligence +1<br>Wisdom +1<br>…<br>Intelligence +1<br>Wisdom +1<br>Mana +100</span></span><br><br><br>Two weeks passed. Volesprit never left his hiding if not to eat (Volesprit had sold the gears the game gave them to earn enough money to be sure to eat well during the beta test time). He had read all the books of Merle’s list, written pages and pages of calculations, and had even drawn a few blueprint. The windows who indicated that he had gained stats had stopped popping up a few days ago (it increased faster than normal because he didn’t only read but also learned new language and writing form and make some crazily difficult calculation).<br><br>Now that he had finished what he considered the first step of what he needed to do in this beta test - time remaining: two weeks - Volesprit went back to Merle:<br><br>“Hi, Merle, I’m back.<br>- Oh … did you give up already? Don’t be too upset, some men studied those subject for decades before understanding what you grasped in a few hours.<br>- I’m not upset, Merle. And who said I gave up. Here are the blueprints I drew in the last two weeks. It’s a gift to thank you for your precious help.<br>- What are you … isn’t that a review of the ‘Thor Hammer’ spell? And those runes you used … that’s the Amilcah alphabet … and those … the Gemina’s … don’t tell me that you really read, understand and put to practice those books knowledge.<br>- Of course not. It’s just that I’m really bad with drawing. What you believe is a ‘Thor Hammer’ spell is in fact my attempt at drawing a rabbit.”<br><br>Volesprit answered with a tone who indicated he was serious, but anyone would understand that absolutely no one would draw a highly complex magic circle filled with dead language writing when attempting to draw a rabbit.<br><br>“You insolent … no forget it. Excuse this old man for refusing to believe what my eyes see. I taught so many students who thought that Gemina was the name of a constellation ...<br>- Yes, I understand how infuriating that can be. Morons are a plague. And as most plague, they have only one cure: eradication with fire. I specially recommend this ‘Hell Inferno’ I designed. Should leave no trace.”<br><br>Merle smiled when he heard Volesprit said that, smile which ceased when he saw Volesprit serious face. That was … scary! Did he really meant that? Earlier when he had joked, he had also maintained a serious face … so he should also be joking right now, right? But still, not knowing if he was serious or not was really scary.<br><br>Volesprit gave him a sad smile and said:<br><br>“Let’s stop joking - Merle sighed - and go back to business. I want to know about magic wands. Why do mage use them? Can’t they use their own hand? If they can, why do everyone use wands? If they can’t: why?<br>- Why do you seek those answers, Volesprit?<br>- Because I want to transcend what most mage see as magic. Go beyond this point. Why should mages be weaker that warrior when in-fighting? Magic is but a tool. The same can be said for the sword. But I believe magic to be a way more useful tool to have than a vulgar piece of steel. So, the only reason I can see for mages to lose warriors is their ineptitude. An ineptitude they hide behind empty words. Words such as: we need some time to cast magic! It’s false! Only high level magic is time consuming.”<br><br>Volesprit defied Merle to deny what he said. Merle sighed and muttered:<br><br>“You might be right. Magicians control elements themselves. Facing a warrior should be a walk in the park. But knowing how to cast magic and how to use it to it’s full potential is different.”<br><br>Merled looked at Volesprit for a few seconds and said:<br><br>“Ok, follow me … I’ll give you books which contains the knowledge you seek. And some others who might guide you in the path you chose for yourself.”<br><br>Merle left his desk and entered a dark the labyrinth of books. Volesprit followed him until Merle stopped before a wall.<br><br>“DISPELL!”<br><br>An oak door appeared where there was a wall before. Merle opened it and made a sign for Volesprit to enter.<br><br>“Here is what my predecessor called the dark library.”<br><br>A small room filled with books appeared before Volesprit eyes. This vision made him grin:<br><br>“Dark Library, huh? I like the sound of that.” </div>

The Mask of Volesprit: chapter 1 Volesprit woke up in the middle of a square. He slowly got up, while he watched the building and people (mostly NPC here as he is playing the beta test) around him. So that was virtual reality. That was … well, impressive. Such detailed work. No wonder everyone spoke about this game before the beta-test even began. The one who created this world was a genius. While Volesprit examined his environment, the other player had ran to the fighting field, as the programmers had opened it for the beta-testing, had given everyone some good gears and put an option who permitted to change to some of the basic class – which also changed your gear to a more adapted one, but didn't give you any of it's skill - so that they could test the fighting as soon as they connected. Seeing that, Volesprit sighed and muttered sarcastically: “Morons … do you actually think that fighting now will do you any good when the actual game will begin?” The answer was no. Because they would know actually know nothing on the process of acquiring a good class, some money, some basic gear and set of skill … they would obtain absolutely no data. And as Unicorn had claimed that if the characters wouldn't be deleted, they would still reset the all experience and delete any money and gear earned, data meant everything. Obtaining some skill gave a player an edge, and he would respect someone who would choose to work on obtaining some useful skill in the two months of beta test, as if it's experience was resented, the skill stayed. But Volesprit still considered that data was everything. He was a man of science. To him, data meant understanding. And in this world, someone like him had an huge advantage in one area (no, I’m not speaking about flirting with female NPC to earn easy quests). His advantage did lie in magic. A common man would take the path of magic, learn a spell and use it. He wouldn’t ask himself how this magic modified the law of this world. But Volesprit wanted to understand how the system called magic worked. That’s why he chose this town. For it's library. The guide delivered with the capsule said it was the most complete one in the whole continent. With so many book and some time, he should be able to gain an edge on the other magicians. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Thirty minutes, nine barbarians who called him ‘Ennemy of all men’ and a few dozens blushing and incoherent girl later, Volesprit entered the gigantic library, went to the reception and asked what looked like the head-librarian: “Good morning, sir. Would you be kind enough to tell where I could find some books about … No forget that … before finding any materials, I would like to know where I could buy some paper and pen. - You can buy some here, but what do you need them for? - I would like to study the origin of any magic: The circle patterns. - Many men tried. Most failed. The few who understood how to make circles were genius. - Not that I want to boast but … who said that I was an ordinary man? - Show me your stat window, traveller … no forget that. Your kind are different that us. Your intelligence stat means nothing … here is the deal: I'll give you the most basic book on this subject and I want you to draw the most basic circle of all: the circle of the 'Magic Missile'. I know you aren't a mage, so you wouldn't know what this magic circle looks like. Here is a paper and a pencil. I'll wait for the result of your research, young man. By the way, my name is Merle.” NEW QUEST: LEARNING HOW TO DRAW A MAGIC CIRCLE The head librarian said that only a genius can manage this task. Do you think that you really have what is needed for such a task? Difficulty level: Unknown Restriction: Show interest in the difficult art of writing magic circle. Reward: A title. Depends on how much time is needed to finish this task. Volesprit nodded and and presented himself before leaving him to his work. He chose a table to sit behind a table in the furthest corner of the library and began reading. From what he read – time needed: 1h30min - drawing a magic circle wasn't really anything special … for him. It was a mix of writing a program in a whole new language – time needed to absorb this new language which was really basic: 10 minutes – and some 5-space mathematic. Nothing difficult. Really.Of course, the language used for this spell was the least powerful and precise of all the magic language, and consequently, the easiest to use. Furthermore, there were almost no variables. Which shouldn't be the case of the most powerful spell. In the end, all it took for Volesprit to finish this task was three hours. Because he decided to optimize it. Intelligence +1 New Skill: Magic Designing You can create Magic Blueprint The blueprint you design can be sold at 80% of their value. You can use magic you designed at 110% of their power. You designed a new spell blueprint: ‘Customized Magic Missile’ Volesprit took note that you could gain some intelligence stat point by other means that fighting and smiled: Unicorn had talked about resetting the level, but he would keep the stat he earned this way. Satisfied, he went back to the librarian and gave him the paper with the magical circle pattern and said jokingly: “Next time, please give me a real challenge.” The librarian watched Volesprit, then the paper. The pattern was a little different from what he was used to. But that much was normal. One could always sense the designer hand in it’s spell. But what wasn’t normal was that as a retired veteran mage who was once a teacher in the most prestigious magic academy of the continent, he understood how incredible that magic circle was. At a first glance, it looked like a beginner’s drawing because of it’s simplicity. But he knew it only looked simple because the young man had only kept the vital part of the spell. Without even trying it, he knew it. QUEST COMPLETE: LEARNING HOW TO DRAW A MAGIC CIRCLE The head librarian Merle has been deeply impressed by the result of your research. Do you think that you really have what is needed for such a task? Relationship with Merle increases. Level Up You earned the title: “A Genius among Genius” Intelligence +10You obtained: Paper x400 “It … it looks remarkably well done, my young friend.” He looked at Volesprit and asked while swallowing: “Can I?” Volesprit nodded. Merle memorized the circle pattern and called: “Magic Missile.” The circle pattern appeared before his hand and a white glowing ball appeared. That was … so fast. And the circle hadn’t disappeared … which could only mean that he had managed to create what was considered the most difficult task as a circle designer. To create a loop. The loop permitted the magician not to have to cast the magic every time he wanted to invoke it. One time was enough. But it had a drawback. The spell power was lowered. “Why did you add a loop cast system for this spell? - Because I feel that this spell utility doesn’t lie in its power but depends on how its owner use it. - It’s utility … everyone know that this spell has none. It’s a debutant move one learn to become a mage, but it’s a flawed one. It’s power is too low. And even though yours is remarkably well designed, you lowered it’s power even further. My interest lies in its design, not in its use. - I will use it. A spell’s utility doesn’t only lie in its power, Merle. I have already thought of a way to make it one of the most annoying spell to face. - I’m curious to see how you would use it. - I’ll show you one day, that I promise you, sir. But I don’t currently have the power to use magic. And I wouldn’t be able to show how to use this spell efficiently without an opponent. - I look forward to it, young Volesprit. For the time being, here is the list of all the book that treat the subject you want to study. Good luck with your studies and come back to me if you need any help. - Thank you, Merle. But I doubt I will come back before reading all those books. Not that I underestimate your wisdom or the difficulty of this subject … but I happen to have quite an ego. And I know that by overcoming those difficulties myself, I’ll gain a better understanding of this discipline. - You’re right. May the stars guide you, Volesprit.” Volesprit took the list of book Merle had given him and went to search the first of the list. When he found it, he went back to his table in the corner of the library. He started reading, taking notes , making some calculations or writing ideas occasionally. Then he seeked the second book. then the Third. Intelligence +1 Wisdom +1 Wisdom +1 Intelligence +1 Wisdom +1 … Intelligence +1 Wisdom +1 Mana +100 Two weeks passed. Volesprit never left his hiding if not to eat (Volesprit had sold the gears the game gave them to earn enough money to be sure to eat well during the beta test time). He had read all the books of Merle’s list, written pages and pages of calculations, and had even drawn a few blueprint. The windows who indicated that he had gained stats had stopped popping up a few days ago (it increased faster than normal because he didn’t only read but also learned new language and writing form and make some crazily difficult calculation). Now that he had finished what he considered the first step of what he needed to do in this beta test - time remaining: two weeks - Volesprit went back to Merle: “Hi, Merle, I’m back. - Oh … did you give up already? Don’t be too upset, some men studied those subject for decades before understanding what you grasped in a few hours. - I’m not upset, Merle. And who said I gave up. Here are the blueprints I drew in the last two weeks. It’s a gift to thank you for your precious help. - What are you … isn’t that a review of the ‘Thor Hammer’ spell? And those runes you used … that’s the Amilcah alphabet … and those … the Gemina’s … don’t tell me that you really read, understand and put to practice those books knowledge. - Of course not. It’s just that I’m really bad with drawing. What you believe is a ‘Thor Hammer’ spell is in fact my attempt at drawing a rabbit.” Volesprit answered with a tone who indicated he was serious, but anyone would understand that absolutely no one would draw a highly complex magic circle filled with dead language writing when attempting to draw a rabbit. “You insolent … no forget it. Excuse this old man for refusing to believe what my eyes see. I taught so many students who thought that Gemina was the name of a constellation ... - Yes, I understand how infuriating that can be. Morons are a plague. And as most plague, they have only one cure: eradication with fire. I specially recommend this ‘Hell Inferno’ I designed. Should leave no trace.” Merle smiled when he heard Volesprit said that, smile which ceased when he saw Volesprit serious face. That was … scary! Did he really meant that? Earlier when he had joked, he had also maintained a serious face … so he should also be joking right now, right? But still, not knowing if he was serious or not was really scary. Volesprit gave him a sad smile and said: “Let’s stop joking - Merle sighed - and go back to business. I want to know about magic wands. Why do mage use them? Can’t they use their own hand? If they can, why do everyone use wands? If they can’t: why? - Why do you seek those answers, Volesprit? - Because I want to transcend what most mage see as magic. Go beyond this point. Why should mages be weaker that warrior when in-fighting? Magic is but a tool. The same can be said for the sword. But I believe magic to be a way more useful tool to have than a vulgar piece of steel. So, the only reason I can see for mages to lose warriors is their ineptitude. An ineptitude they hide behind empty words. Words such as: we need some time to cast magic! It’s false! Only high level magic is time consuming.” Volesprit defied Merle to deny what he said. Merle sighed and muttered: “You might be right. Magicians control elements themselves. Facing a warrior should be a walk in the park. But knowing how to cast magic and how to use it to it’s full potential is different.” Merled looked at Volesprit for a few seconds and said: “Ok, follow me … I’ll give you books which contains the knowledge you seek. And some others who might guide you in the path you chose for yourself.” Merle left his desk and entered a dark the labyrinth of books. Volesprit followed him until Merle stopped before a wall. “DISPELL!” An oak door appeared where there was a wall before. Merle opened it and made a sign for Volesprit to enter. “Here is what my predecessor called the dark library.” A small room filled with books appeared before Volesprit eyes. This vision made him grin: “Dark Library, huh? I like the sound of that.”

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> I was now heading back to the dark hallway with almost totally destroyed clothes, and a backpack full of golden coins, and jewels… <br><br><br>After taking the book and weapons, I took my time and my backpack with gold, until it was close to my limit ’money opens many a door’. I headed to the slightly lighted hallway, a while later the hallway seemed to have grown in size, and was suspiciously devoid of life apart from the torch like things, which were like torches but instead of fire had balls of light that looked like sunlight.<br><br>Looking around I could see swords, shields, money, and skulls everywhere. They all seemed to have died in different ways, some were against walls with a deteriorated hole on their armor ‘must be those arrow things and acid’, others seemed to be only puddles on the floor, ‘how dangerous’ there were some that looked like they were running to the crypt and others running away from it.<br><br>I was having second thoughts, it seemed more of a hallway of death than anything else, ‘and the light seems to come from the torch light things, anyway I don’t see an exit’ ‘but wait, whoever put me here would not make me completely trapped maybe they deactivated the traps and this is the exit’<br><br>With a wary but hopeful mind I stepped forward, and in the same instant the hallway seemed to shake, it only lasted a second but I already felt like crying.<br><br>‘It’s nothing, it’s nothing’ I was chanting on my head as I took my second step on the hallway.<br><br>I heard a sound suspiciously like when you flush the toilet, coming from the ceiling, and I moved the fastest I could to turn, jump and roll out of the hallway.<br><br>Some liquid fell on my back and trousers but I avoided the full brunt of it.<br><br>A ping accompanied by some light pain.<br><br>-you’ve been poisoned with cloth acid rain<br><br>Degrades equipment by 1 per second to any leather or cloth every milliliter of acid, does no damage to health, only a little irritation.<br><br>Having stood up immediately after my roll I looked back to see that whatever hit me looked more like a drizzle than anything else and whatever acid or poison hit the floor seemed to disappear in a moment’s notice ‘is this place alive or something’ I had to wonder as everything that had happened was weird.<br><br>So you could imagine why I would make all due haste to the other hallway instead of the lighted one right?<br><br>It became darker and darker, but it did not really matter as my eyes adjusted even though my vision became hues of blue and silver instead of catching all color almost like a dogs.<br><br>Ping <br><br>Beast Senses<br><br>Beast ears has upgraded to beast senses because of your race, your race has an inclination for sharpened senses, for better or worse<br><br>I reached what seemed to be a box with a rope and as I got in, which immediately started to move downwards.<br><br>It seemed to be some kind of elevator, and as I did not know where else to go I let it go down, 10 minutes later I was moving around the elevator with yoga and other calming moves, because the farther down the more difficult it was to breathe as the oxygen seemed to be thinning down the farther down I went, as I entered a meditative state with a calm mind, I felt my heart beat slow down and my breathing became easier. Just as I calmed myself completely a ‘ping’ sounded and the elevator stopped.<br><br>-new characteristics for the skill:<br><br>-Meditative state beginner level 2<br><br>In this state of complete relaxation you are able to fight react and think while calm and collected.<br><br>Effect: Strength, Stamina, Speed, Dexterity rise, helps in places with almost no air to breathe easier and can suppress stamina and hunger problems, us meditative state and uncover the secrets it can give.<br><br>Is passive skill cannot be activated by command<br><br>Improving was great but when the elevator stopped, the exit to the elevator I expected did not appear and I had a moment of revelation ‘crypts are under ground, if you want to get out you must go up’ I wanted to smack myself in the head but stopped myself as I had to remain calm or die.<br><br>I had to drag the elevator all the way up by pulling the rope down.<br><br>I took the rope in my hands and pulled with all my strength, but it only moved slightly so I kept doing it.<br><br>20 minutes passed and I was soaked in sweat, my hands were bleeding from pulling the rope nonstop every time with all my strength, and my meditative state had already turned off, but I was of mind that not even half of the length to get where I needed to go had been traveled.<br><br>I started to look for ways to go faster and more efficiently. I tried jumping up the rope and bringing it down using the force of my weight and the speed of falling, but the second I lost contact with the rope the elevator started to move downwards, next I tried to just climb the rope as it moved by simply weighting down the rope, but this was not enough because it went slower than before and I had to use more strength and stamina.<br><br>So I sat there with a hand on the rope thinking of a way for it to move faster, a good foothold would be a good start, and a way to use my weight while pulling.<br><br>Concentrating on the foothold idea, I started to look at the floor near the rope and the wall that was most close to it, there must be a reason for it not to be in the middle of the elevator.<br><br>I had a brilliant idea as I looked at the ceiling.<br><br>I started to climb the rope with my feet pushing against the wall, (think rappel) and instead of just letting my weight pull the elevator up I climbed to the ceiling, while keeping up the movement of my hands to the rope, I took my first step on the ceiling, without ever stopping my hands from moving so that I did not fall, I got a good foothold and started pulling as if I were trying to uproot something.<br><br>Doing this was a new experience to me in some ways as I never had to do anything like it, but I was trained to never loose consciousness, no matter the situation and had been tied up head down for hours on more than one occasion with punishment for failure, and I knew the trick to staying conscious was not panic, deep breaths and concentrate.<br><br>Now I was moving at least 3 times faster than before and a little faster than when going down.<br><br>After a minute a ping sounded.<br><br>You have entered Meditative state <br><br>I had not noticed but it seemed that I do not notice when I turn off the meditative state.<br><br>After that announcement my head cleared and it seemed easier to pull the rope upside down.<br><br>After about three minute I could see the hallway from where I came but I had no time to rest for if I did, it would most likely make it more difficult to start again.<br><br>Two hours later, I was about to give up as all my body was passed the state where it hurt and instead was completely numb, now all my movements were completely mechanical I had stopped feeling the roped and instead just pulled.<br><br>The moment I was about to collapse due to fatigue, but saw a small light in front of me, with a final spurt of strength I pulled until the elevator made a ‘click’ sound, and I, as I fell to the floor, for the first time noticed that none of my senses were working and as my vision went black I knew there was nothing I could do to stop death, until only a primal hunger that my meditative state seemed to have been repressing came forth and pushed my consciousness out.<br><br>¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬<br><br>I expected to open my eyes back in the capsule, but instead when I regained consciousness and opened my eyes I was still playing the game.<br><br>This was not what surprised me the most, what surprised me was that I was covered in red liquid everywhere, and was biting some excellent food, also the message that crossed my mind with a ping.<br><br>“View messages”<br><br><br>Strength: +1, +1, +1, +1, +1, +1, +1. (+7)<br><br><br>Stamina (1=5): +1, +1, +1, +1, +1, +1. (+6)<br><br><br>Sustenance: +1, +1, +1.(3)<br><br><br>Agility: +1, +1, +1, +1, +1. (5)<br><br><br>New stat: Endurance.<br><br>Endurance: +2<br><br>New stat: Sustenance <br><br><br>Sustenance: +3<br><br>Blood Rage beginner level 1 (87%)<br><br><br>Due to the curse of the gods, blood is more a necessity than water, if you were to starve yourself, all creatures in your vicinity will start looking like the last oasis in a desert, you will become a creature of instinct, just hanging from a few threads of sanity and Elfdom (you know humanity, but for elves, heh ?). This is the skill that made them the enemy of all species, and why they were hunted down. The gods consider it a curse but were you to master this dangerous skill, unlimited power and control would not be far away.<br><br>Effect: All stats increase two times whatever they are. Stamina becomes limitless as long as you are in blood rage. All consumed blood has double the effect, but half the fulfillment. Experience gain is halved while skill is active. Master this skill to find its secrets.<br><br><br>-Meditative state beginner level 4 (31%)<br><br><br>In this state of complete relaxation you are able to fight react and think while calm and collected.<br><br><br>Effect: all stats are raised, helps breathing in places with thin air, helps restrain blood rage, less stamina consumption when on this state, use meditative state and uncover the secrets it can give, Regeneration of mana, health, and stamina is enhanced.<br><br>Is passive skill cannot be activated by command<br><br>Level up<br><br>Other pings came but I was distracted by what was going on in my surroundings.<br><br>First what I was biting was not food but a neck of a (death) creature, and as I stood up I could see that it was not the only one that met death by my hand, there were about 3 all around me. Some were wrinkled like grapes others had their necks sliced with blood coming out, they all looked gray and lifeless, the culprit was most likely the now red glowing knife on my right hand that seemed to be vibrating slightly ‘purring?, overcharged?’, but the most pressing issue were the 9 creatures that had taken to arms with what looked like iron swords and knives.<br><br>They all flinched as I stood up, knife in hand and started to observe my surroundings, while paying attention to the slightest move from the creatures in front of me.<br><br>I was in an enormous cave with only one exit, which faced my back ‘Thank God’ the cave was full of piles of mud and holes that looked like poor imitation of homes, there was a small but strong river running through the middle of the cave, which explained how they survived here.<br>What I had all over, and the delicious taste on my mouth was blood, and from what I could see, it was from some of the nasty and dangerous looking creatures that were now either death and dismembered at my feet, or taking arms to fight me.<br><br>As I looked closer at them, I saw that they looked like humanoid beings, and could pass as humans except for some mayor flaws. They had eyes that were completely white without any pupil, and holes in the face where there was supposed to be a nose, they were extremely skinny and completely hairless everywhere, but what set them the most apart was their death grey pallor and claws, I could see no difference between male and female.<br><br>A ‘ping’ sounded.<br><br>“Open message”<br><br>Cave Dwellers<br><br>The failed experiments to create an army by the blood elves. Because of their lost reason, and war they were cursed to darkness by the gods. This specific ones are no more than level 3 because there is nothing to hunt or do but fish in the cave.<br><br>For being the first to discover the cave dwellers, Fame +100, Wisdom +1<br><br>I heard another ‘ping’<br><br>Cave of the Refugee<br><br>Elves were not the only ones trying to escape the god’s wrath; these groups of humans have lived here centuries, and were cursed by the gods as well but to live in darkness instead of blood. Seems your brethren kept them as handy snacks for emergency.<br><br>Because you are the first o discover this dungeon experience x2.<br><br><br>They look so damn pitiful, I guess I should kill them, but no, who am I to decide their death, they haven’t done anything to me, but well, if they attack I’ll kill them.<br><br>It took me a moment, but when I stood up I felt a little different. Not only was I not tired but I felt stronger and more alert, it must be from the stats increase.<br><br>While preparing to turn my back on the cave dwellers, I took out my sword and kept the dagger on my right. With my senses on high alert I started walking out of the cave.<br><br><br>The moment I turned my back on them I felt the air stir, they were trying to be quiet and attack my back but I was prepared for them.<br><br><br>When a sword was about to cut my neck I dodged and stabbed with my knife at the monsters chest, and without any pause ran the next monster through the throat with the sword, this was possible because of their low level and their lack of any defensive equipment.<br><br>Critical Hit: 150% damage<br><br>Critical Hit: 200% damage<br><br>But I did not stop there and neither did they. Because there were a lot of them I attacked all of their joints. Knees, elbows, neck and spinal cord were the most damaged, and effective.<br><br>That does not mean they did not hit me at all, were there only 5 and a larger space it would have been easier. The best I could do was avoid serious and crippling wounds, and take advantage of any opening I found, parry slash, dodge, jump, roll, stab, slash, slash, parry, dodge, it was like a dance of movement without stop.<br><br>As the battle raged on I could faintly see a black cloud coming out of my body. Whatever enemy it touched felt terror and tried to escape only to result in a deadly blow to the nape of the neck, or something similar.<br><br>Critical Hit: 150% damage<br><br>Critical Hit: 125% damage stunned for 3 seconds.<br><br>Critical Hit. Crippled, bleeding effect.<br><br>Critical Hit. Crippled, bleeding effect…<br><br>It came from nowhere but what helped me survive was that my skin which was already glowing black, got thicker and was now tinged with traces of red, it somehow made the cave dwellers slower.<br><br>It took about an hour to kill most of them and incapacitate the rest to the point they could not fight, it was only after the fact that I noticed the sound and messages.<br><br>“Open messages.”<br><br>Bing sounded and some messages appeared.<br><br>Level Up<br><br>New skill - Aura Manipulation - Acquired<br><br>Killing Intent: +7<br><br>Dexterity: +1, +1<br><br>Agility: +1<br><br>Strength: +1<br><br>Endurance +1<br><br><br>They looked pitiful. Writhing on the ground, with blood coming from their wounds. It was an unsightly sight with a tempting smell.<br><br>I did not feel pity for the creatures for they were living in terrible conditions, and I was attacked when trying to escape, I did not feel either pity or excitement at killing them, but I did love the fight itself.<br><br>‘Can’t let them just stay this way’ as to finish my business I sheathed my sword took my dagger and started to kill the remaining monsters that lay dying by slashing their necks.<br><br>Level Up<br><br>When only one was left alive I was feeling the result of the fight, so forcing the creature to stand on its one remaining leg, back shown to me and disregarding its weak struggle, I bit its neck at the jugular and drank.<br><br>Health points recovered<br><br>Stamina Recovered<br><br>Satiety recovered<br><br>It did not have a strong gush of blood because it already had lost most of it before, so a few second later it died on my grasp and went limp.<br><br>I let him go and looked around me there were 12 in total all death.<br><br>Ping <br><br>You have killed all Cave Dwellers in the Cave of Refugee.<br><br>New title acquired<br><br>The Dweller hunter<br><br>Hunter of the starved, destroyer of the hidden, Cave dwellers everywhere now hate and fear you. <br><br>Infamy +100<br><br>With all done, I went to wash myself a little in the water of the river, looking at my reflection was terrifying not a spot on my face was untouched by blood and coupled with my red eyes it made me look like a demonic fiend or something, the only difference was that my eyes were glowing a contented green. (blue and red.)<br><br>“Status window” I checked my stats while washing the blood off.<br>Character Name: Athanasius Nassanguise Alignment: Chaotic<br>Level: 3 Class: none<br>Title: The Apprentice of Blood Fullness: 100<br>Health:1740 Mana:130<br>Fame: 750 Infamy:100 <br>Strength:19 Agility: 17<br>Dexterity: 21 Wisdom: 12<br>Intelligence: 10 Killing Intent: 1<br>Endurance: 28 Sustenance: 13<br>Killing Intent: 8 Vitality: 10<br>Luck: 1 Stamina: 13<br>Defense: 7 Attack:35-45 (knife and sword)<br>Unused Stat Points: 10<br>Magic Resistance:<br>Poison: 10% Dark magic: 50%<br>Demonic: 50% Blood: 75%<br>Holy: -35% <br>Because of your Race, you have Blood magic resistance raised by 25 % and Poison resistance by 10%<br>Holy magic resistance -50%. Damages if used aggressively. If negative, cures whatever percentage it is.<br>Thanks to your Race Skill Masteries, and Basic Stats are two times easier to raise.<br>Because of your race leveling up requires 50% more experience. <br>Skill: Blood thirst, is included.<br>If Npc’s discover your race they may become hostile.<br>Only Blood satiates you, but you can still eat, and taste to keep up appearances.<br>You have instinctive Killing intent at all times. (Cannot have fighting spirit.)<br>Health +500 (Grows with time)<br>Different blood gives different effects. Some are permanent.<br>If users kill you there will be half the normal penalty and no bounty except if you have high fame, you will be treated harsher for any crime if people know of your race.<br><br>“No what I want is to see are my skills” <br><br>“Skills!”<br>Athanasius – Skill Window<br>Blood Rage Effect: All stats increase two times whatever they are, stamina replenishes itself and become 4 times what it was as long as you are in blood rage, all consumed blood have double the effect, but half the fulfillment. Master this skill to find its secrets.<br><br>- Aura Manipulation Beginner level 1 (3%) Passive<br> Making known your desires through your aura, has the effect of showing your emotions to others, master, and experiment with this skill to learn of its many secret. Your aura color is affected by your soul bond with the book.<br>Effect: Depending on what you feel the enemy, ally or comrade will take it differently.<br><br>-Meditative state beginner level 3 (31%)<br> In this state of complete relaxation you are able to fight react and think while calm and collected.<br>Effect: all stats are raised, helps breathing in places with thin air, helps restrain blood rage, less stamina consumption when on this state, use meditative state and uncover the secrets it can give, Regeneration of mana, health, and stamina is enhanced.<br><br>Beast Senses beginner level 1 All your senses are enhanced, control comes with concentration. <br><br><br><br>I smiled. I was satisfied with my skills, but felt that there were too many skills that worked unconsciously and would set me apart from anyone else.<br><br>I walked out of the cave. It seemed that the elevator I first came through wasn’t there anymore, only a wall remained. On the other end of the hallway was another elevator.<br><br>I ran to the elevator because I wanted to leave as fast as possible. I got in and quickly grabbed the rope started to climb and pull the same way as I had done with the other elevator, it all seemed easier and faster since I had already done it before.<br><br>While upside down I calmed my breath to enter meditative skill, without it I would most likely not survive.<br><br>You have entered meditative state.<br><br>When this skill was activated I did not mind being upside down as much, and the strength needed seemed to be less, the only sound was of my controlled breathing and the occasional ‘ping’<br><br>Two hours passed and I loosed any sensation on my arms.<br><br>Every time I heard a small ‘ping’ pulling became a little easier.<br><br>After two more hours of pulling, I felt my arms trying to fall off my back legs and head were no far from following behind. Another two hours and a small alarm rang, but thanks to my meditative state I could keep going.<br><br>Thanks to the stats upgrades on the way I could get to my destination. It was about 5 hours and 20 minutes until I saw light, which gave me the energy for a final burst of energy until the elevator clicked in place.<br><br>Using the ropes I jumped and landed in a crouch while heaving breaths, what was in front of me were leaves and vines from a tree, and sunlight pouring in through small gaps.<br><br>Even through my exhaustion I got excited and started to glow, my eyes went a excited silvery yellow red and the rest a black aura tinged with golden, but not because of danger but because of happiness and excitement.<br> <br>I walked out of the elevator while wondering what kind of adventures I would face once I was outside.<br><br>Do point ou mistakes, plz. </div>

I was now heading back to the dark hallway with almost totally destroyed clothes, and a backpack full of golden coins, and jewels… After taking the book and weapons, I took my time and my backpack with gold, until it was close to my limit ’money opens many a door’. I headed to the slightly lighted hallway, a while later the hallway seemed to have grown in size, and was suspiciously devoid of life apart from the torch like things, which were like torches but instead of fire had balls of light that looked like sunlight. Looking around I could see swords, shields, money, and skulls everywhere. They all seemed to have died in different ways, some were against walls with a deteriorated hole on their armor ‘must be those arrow things and acid’, others seemed to be only puddles on the floor, ‘how dangerous’ there were some that looked like they were running to the crypt and others running away from it. I was having second thoughts, it seemed more of a hallway of death than anything else, ‘and the light seems to come from the torch light things, anyway I don’t see an exit’ ‘but wait, whoever put me here would not make me completely trapped maybe they deactivated the traps and this is the exit’ With a wary but hopeful mind I stepped forward, and in the same instant the hallway seemed to shake, it only lasted a second but I already felt like crying. ‘It’s nothing, it’s nothing’ I was chanting on my head as I took my second step on the hallway. I heard a sound suspiciously like when you flush the toilet, coming from the ceiling, and I moved the fastest I could to turn, jump and roll out of the hallway. Some liquid fell on my back and trousers but I avoided the full brunt of it. A ping accompanied by some light pain. -you’ve been poisoned with cloth acid rain Degrades equipment by 1 per second to any leather or cloth every milliliter of acid, does no damage to health, only a little irritation. Having stood up immediately after my roll I looked back to see that whatever hit me looked more like a drizzle than anything else and whatever acid or poison hit the floor seemed to disappear in a moment’s notice ‘is this place alive or something’ I had to wonder as everything that had happened was weird. So you could imagine why I would make all due haste to the other hallway instead of the lighted one right? It became darker and darker, but it did not really matter as my eyes adjusted even though my vision became hues of blue and silver instead of catching all color almost like a dogs. Ping Beast Senses Beast ears has upgraded to beast senses because of your race, your race has an inclination for sharpened senses, for better or worse I reached what seemed to be a box with a rope and as I got in, which immediately started to move downwards. It seemed to be some kind of elevator, and as I did not know where else to go I let it go down, 10 minutes later I was moving around the elevator with yoga and other calming moves, because the farther down the more difficult it was to breathe as the oxygen seemed to be thinning down the farther down I went, as I entered a meditative state with a calm mind, I felt my heart beat slow down and my breathing became easier. Just as I calmed myself completely a ‘ping’ sounded and the elevator stopped. -new characteristics for the skill: -Meditative state beginner level 2 In this state of complete relaxation you are able to fight react and think while calm and collected. Effect: Strength, Stamina, Speed, Dexterity rise, helps in places with almost no air to breathe easier and can suppress stamina and hunger problems, us meditative state and uncover the secrets it can give. Is passive skill cannot be activated by command Improving was great but when the elevator stopped, the exit to the elevator I expected did not appear and I had a moment of revelation ‘crypts are under ground, if you want to get out you must go up’ I wanted to smack myself in the head but stopped myself as I had to remain calm or die. I had to drag the elevator all the way up by pulling the rope down. I took the rope in my hands and pulled with all my strength, but it only moved slightly so I kept doing it. 20 minutes passed and I was soaked in sweat, my hands were bleeding from pulling the rope nonstop every time with all my strength, and my meditative state had already turned off, but I was of mind that not even half of the length to get where I needed to go had been traveled. I started to look for ways to go faster and more efficiently. I tried jumping up the rope and bringing it down using the force of my weight and the speed of falling, but the second I lost contact with the rope the elevator started to move downwards, next I tried to just climb the rope as it moved by simply weighting down the rope, but this was not enough because it went slower than before and I had to use more strength and stamina. So I sat there with a hand on the rope thinking of a way for it to move faster, a good foothold would be a good start, and a way to use my weight while pulling. Concentrating on the foothold idea, I started to look at the floor near the rope and the wall that was most close to it, there must be a reason for it not to be in the middle of the elevator. I had a brilliant idea as I looked at the ceiling. I started to climb the rope with my feet pushing against the wall, (think rappel) and instead of just letting my weight pull the elevator up I climbed to the ceiling, while keeping up the movement of my hands to the rope, I took my first step on the ceiling, without ever stopping my hands from moving so that I did not fall, I got a good foothold and started pulling as if I were trying to uproot something. Doing this was a new experience to me in some ways as I never had to do anything like it, but I was trained to never loose consciousness, no matter the situation and had been tied up head down for hours on more than one occasion with punishment for failure, and I knew the trick to staying conscious was not panic, deep breaths and concentrate. Now I was moving at least 3 times faster than before and a little faster than when going down. After a minute a ping sounded. You have entered Meditative state I had not noticed but it seemed that I do not notice when I turn off the meditative state. After that announcement my head cleared and it seemed easier to pull the rope upside down. After about three minute I could see the hallway from where I came but I had no time to rest for if I did, it would most likely make it more difficult to start again. Two hours later, I was about to give up as all my body was passed the state where it hurt and instead was completely numb, now all my movements were completely mechanical I had stopped feeling the roped and instead just pulled. The moment I was about to collapse due to fatigue, but saw a small light in front of me, with a final spurt of strength I pulled until the elevator made a ‘click’ sound, and I, as I fell to the floor, for the first time noticed that none of my senses were working and as my vision went black I knew there was nothing I could do to stop death, until only a primal hunger that my meditative state seemed to have been repressing came forth and pushed my consciousness out. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ I expected to open my eyes back in the capsule, but instead when I regained consciousness and opened my eyes I was still playing the game. This was not what surprised me the most, what surprised me was that I was covered in red liquid everywhere, and was biting some excellent food, also the message that crossed my mind with a ping. “View messages” Strength: +1, +1, +1, +1, +1, +1, +1. (+7) Stamina (1=5): +1, +1, +1, +1, +1, +1. (+6) Sustenance: +1, +1, +1.(3) Agility: +1, +1, +1, +1, +1. (5) New stat: Endurance. Endurance: +2 New stat: Sustenance Sustenance: +3 Blood Rage beginner level 1 (87%) Due to the curse of the gods, blood is more a necessity than water, if you were to starve yourself, all creatures in your vicinity will start looking like the last oasis in a desert, you will become a creature of instinct, just hanging from a few threads of sanity and Elfdom (you know humanity, but for elves, heh ?). This is the skill that made them the enemy of all species, and why they were hunted down. The gods consider it a curse but were you to master this dangerous skill, unlimited power and control would not be far away. Effect: All stats increase two times whatever they are. Stamina becomes limitless as long as you are in blood rage. All consumed blood has double the effect, but half the fulfillment. Experience gain is halved while skill is active. Master this skill to find its secrets. -Meditative state beginner level 4 (31%) In this state of complete relaxation you are able to fight react and think while calm and collected. Effect: all stats are raised, helps breathing in places with thin air, helps restrain blood rage, less stamina consumption when on this state, use meditative state and uncover the secrets it can give, Regeneration of mana, health, and stamina is enhanced. Is passive skill cannot be activated by command Level up Other pings came but I was distracted by what was going on in my surroundings. First what I was biting was not food but a neck of a (death) creature, and as I stood up I could see that it was not the only one that met death by my hand, there were about 3 all around me. Some were wrinkled like grapes others had their necks sliced with blood coming out, they all looked gray and lifeless, the culprit was most likely the now red glowing knife on my right hand that seemed to be vibrating slightly ‘purring?, overcharged?’, but the most pressing issue were the 9 creatures that had taken to arms with what looked like iron swords and knives. They all flinched as I stood up, knife in hand and started to observe my surroundings, while paying attention to the slightest move from the creatures in front of me. I was in an enormous cave with only one exit, which faced my back ‘Thank God’ the cave was full of piles of mud and holes that looked like poor imitation of homes, there was a small but strong river running through the middle of the cave, which explained how they survived here. What I had all over, and the delicious taste on my mouth was blood, and from what I could see, it was from some of the nasty and dangerous looking creatures that were now either death and dismembered at my feet, or taking arms to fight me. As I looked closer at them, I saw that they looked like humanoid beings, and could pass as humans except for some mayor flaws. They had eyes that were completely white without any pupil, and holes in the face where there was supposed to be a nose, they were extremely skinny and completely hairless everywhere, but what set them the most apart was their death grey pallor and claws, I could see no difference between male and female. A ‘ping’ sounded. “Open message” Cave Dwellers The failed experiments to create an army by the blood elves. Because of their lost reason, and war they were cursed to darkness by the gods. This specific ones are no more than level 3 because there is nothing to hunt or do but fish in the cave. For being the first to discover the cave dwellers, Fame +100, Wisdom +1 I heard another ‘ping’ Cave of the Refugee Elves were not the only ones trying to escape the god’s wrath; these groups of humans have lived here centuries, and were cursed by the gods as well but to live in darkness instead of blood. Seems your brethren kept them as handy snacks for emergency. Because you are the first o discover this dungeon experience x2. They look so damn pitiful, I guess I should kill them, but no, who am I to decide their death, they haven’t done anything to me, but well, if they attack I’ll kill them. It took me a moment, but when I stood up I felt a little different. Not only was I not tired but I felt stronger and more alert, it must be from the stats increase. While preparing to turn my back on the cave dwellers, I took out my sword and kept the dagger on my right. With my senses on high alert I started walking out of the cave. The moment I turned my back on them I felt the air stir, they were trying to be quiet and attack my back but I was prepared for them. When a sword was about to cut my neck I dodged and stabbed with my knife at the monsters chest, and without any pause ran the next monster through the throat with the sword, this was possible because of their low level and their lack of any defensive equipment. Critical Hit: 150% damage Critical Hit: 200% damage But I did not stop there and neither did they. Because there were a lot of them I attacked all of their joints. Knees, elbows, neck and spinal cord were the most damaged, and effective. That does not mean they did not hit me at all, were there only 5 and a larger space it would have been easier. The best I could do was avoid serious and crippling wounds, and take advantage of any opening I found, parry slash, dodge, jump, roll, stab, slash, slash, parry, dodge, it was like a dance of movement without stop. As the battle raged on I could faintly see a black cloud coming out of my body. Whatever enemy it touched felt terror and tried to escape only to result in a deadly blow to the nape of the neck, or something similar. Critical Hit: 150% damage Critical Hit: 125% damage stunned for 3 seconds. Critical Hit. Crippled, bleeding effect. Critical Hit. Crippled, bleeding effect… It came from nowhere but what helped me survive was that my skin which was already glowing black, got thicker and was now tinged with traces of red, it somehow made the cave dwellers slower. It took about an hour to kill most of them and incapacitate the rest to the point they could not fight, it was only after the fact that I noticed the sound and messages. “Open messages.” Bing sounded and some messages appeared. Level Up New skill - Aura Manipulation - Acquired Killing Intent: +7 Dexterity: +1, +1 Agility: +1 Strength: +1 Endurance +1 They looked pitiful. Writhing on the ground, with blood coming from their wounds. It was an unsightly sight with a tempting smell. I did not feel pity for the creatures for they were living in terrible conditions, and I was attacked when trying to escape, I did not feel either pity or excitement at killing them, but I did love the fight itself. ‘Can’t let them just stay this way’ as to finish my business I sheathed my sword took my dagger and started to kill the remaining monsters that lay dying by slashing their necks. Level Up When only one was left alive I was feeling the result of the fight, so forcing the creature to stand on its one remaining leg, back shown to me and disregarding its weak struggle, I bit its neck at the jugular and drank. Health points recovered Stamina Recovered Satiety recovered It did not have a strong gush of blood because it already had lost most of it before, so a few second later it died on my grasp and went limp. I let him go and looked around me there were 12 in total all death. Ping You have killed all Cave Dwellers in the Cave of Refugee. New title acquired The Dweller hunter Hunter of the starved, destroyer of the hidden, Cave dwellers everywhere now hate and fear you. Infamy +100 With all done, I went to wash myself a little in the water of the river, looking at my reflection was terrifying not a spot on my face was untouched by blood and coupled with my red eyes it made me look like a demonic fiend or something, the only difference was that my eyes were glowing a contented green. (blue and red.) “Status window” I checked my stats while washing the blood off. Character Name: Athanasius Nassanguise Alignment: Chaotic Level: 3 Class: none Title: The Apprentice of Blood Fullness: 100 Health:1740 Mana:130 Fame: 750 Infamy:100 Strength:19 Agility: 17 Dexterity: 21 Wisdom: 12 Intelligence: 10 Killing Intent: 1 Endurance: 28 Sustenance: 13 Killing Intent: 8 Vitality: 10 Luck: 1 Stamina: 13 Defense: 7 Attack:35-45 (knife and sword) Unused Stat Points: 10 Magic Resistance: Poison: 10% Dark magic: 50% Demonic: 50% Blood: 75% Holy: -35% Because of your Race, you have Blood magic resistance raised by 25 % and Poison resistance by 10% Holy magic resistance -50%. Damages if used aggressively. If negative, cures whatever percentage it is. Thanks to your Race Skill Masteries, and Basic Stats are two times easier to raise. Because of your race leveling up requires 50% more experience. Skill: Blood thirst, is included. If Npc’s discover your race they may become hostile. Only Blood satiates you, but you can still eat, and taste to keep up appearances. You have instinctive Killing intent at all times. (Cannot have fighting spirit.) Health +500 (Grows with time) Different blood gives different effects. Some are permanent. If users kill you there will be half the normal penalty and no bounty except if you have high fame, you will be treated harsher for any crime if people know of your race. “No what I want is to see are my skills” “Skills!” Athanasius – Skill Window Blood Rage Effect: All stats increase two times whatever they are, stamina replenishes itself and become 4 times what it was as long as you are in blood rage, all consumed blood have double the effect, but half the fulfillment. Master this skill to find its secrets. - Aura Manipulation Beginner level 1 (3%) Passive Making known your desires through your aura, has the effect of showing your emotions to others, master, and experiment with this skill to learn of its many secret. Your aura color is affected by your soul bond with the book. Effect: Depending on what you feel the enemy, ally or comrade will take it differently. -Meditative state beginner level 3 (31%) In this state of complete relaxation you are able to fight react and think while calm and collected. Effect: all stats are raised, helps breathing in places with thin air, helps restrain blood rage, less stamina consumption when on this state, use meditative state and uncover the secrets it can give, Regeneration of mana, health, and stamina is enhanced. Beast Senses beginner level 1 All your senses are enhanced, control comes with concentration. I smiled. I was satisfied with my skills, but felt that there were too many skills that worked unconsciously and would set me apart from anyone else. I walked out of the cave. It seemed that the elevator I first came through wasn’t there anymore, only a wall remained. On the other end of the hallway was another elevator. I ran to the elevator because I wanted to leave as fast as possible. I got in and quickly grabbed the rope started to climb and pull the same way as I had done with the other elevator, it all seemed easier and faster since I had already done it before. While upside down I calmed my breath to enter meditative skill, without it I would most likely not survive. You have entered meditative state. When this skill was activated I did not mind being upside down as much, and the strength needed seemed to be less, the only sound was of my controlled breathing and the occasional ‘ping’ Two hours passed and I loosed any sensation on my arms. Every time I heard a small ‘ping’ pulling became a little easier. After two more hours of pulling, I felt my arms trying to fall off my back legs and head were no far from following behind. Another two hours and a small alarm rang, but thanks to my meditative state I could keep going. Thanks to the stats upgrades on the way I could get to my destination. It was about 5 hours and 20 minutes until I saw light, which gave me the energy for a final burst of energy until the elevator clicked in place. Using the ropes I jumped and landed in a crouch while heaving breaths, what was in front of me were leaves and vines from a tree, and sunlight pouring in through small gaps. Even through my exhaustion I got excited and started to glow, my eyes went a excited silvery yellow red and the rest a black aura tinged with golden, but not because of danger but because of happiness and excitement. I walked out of the elevator while wondering what kind of adventures I would face once I was outside. Do point ou mistakes, plz.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> After eating breakfast and cleaning his dorm room, Alan laid down on his bed and put his headset on.<br><br>When Aaron logged in to the game, he was at the same location he had logged out at, but it was early morning. Following the tips that his instructor had given him. He headed to the east, where there were plenty of fields and wildlife.<br><br>Aaron decided to hunt rabbits first. He slid his knife out of his pack and slowly walked across the field. There were plenty of them, hopping around doing their own thing. He slowly crept up to the closest one, but it started hopping away. So he went for the next, but it did the same thing. He repeated his attempts a few more times until he yelled out in frustration.<br><br>Aaron grabbed his bow, notched an arrow, and drew back. Aiming at the closest rabbit, He released the arrow. The arrow went straight and true, hitting the rabbit and instantly killing it. Without stopping for the loot, he notched another arrow and shot another rabbit. He continued to shot all the rabbits within range, until he ran out of arrows. He went and picked up their furs, meat, bones, and a few coins while collecting his arrows. He did the same process throughout the fields, shooting rabbits, collecting loot, and retrieving his arrows, until the rabbits started run from his very presence back to their hideaways.<br><br>After that he stood there a moment to calm down. Through out his rabbit-hunting rampage he had gained 4 levels, so he placed his points into his stats.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Name</td><td width="25%">Aaron</td><td width="25%">Primary Class</td><td width="25%">N/A</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health</td><td width="25%">200</td><td width="25%">Mana</td><td width="25%">150</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Level</td><td colspan="3">5</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Title</td><td colspan="3">N/A</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health Regen/Sec</td><td width="25%">0.5</td><td width="25%">Mana Regen/Sec</td><td width="25%">0.5</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Strength</td><td width="25%">14</td><td width="25%">Agility</td><td width="25%">15</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Wisdom</td><td width="25%">10</td><td width="25%">Intelligence</td><td width="25%">12</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Stamina</td><td width="25%">14</td><td width="25%">Vitality</td><td width="25%">12</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Dexterity</td><td colspan="3">12</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Faith</td><td width="25%">N/A</td><td width="25%">Fame</td><td width="25%">N/A</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>After that he decided to go after the foxes in the area. Aaron notched another arrow as he walked slowly toward a fox and killed it. He repeated the same thing over and over with every fox he saw. Eventually his arrows durability became very low so he put away his bow.<br><br>Aaron looked around and noticed the sun was well into the sky. He was about to take his knife out when his stomach growled. He grabbed one of the few remaining pieces of bread and ate it. After eating he decided to look at all his loot. Aaron had a large amount of rabbit and fox furs which he put at the bottom of his pack. Next was some of the meat and bones he collected. He had about 11 silver coins and over 60 coppers that he put in a side pouch. After that he got up and headed back to town.<br><br>Once back in town Aaron went into the closest store, which was a potion shop. He sold all the bones he had along with a few furs. After that he headed back out to the street and over to the clothing store to sell the rest of his furs. The last stop was the weapons store.<br><br>Aaron walked in and was looking along the walls at the weapons, when the store owner walked up to him.<br><br>“Welcome, welcome. Do you see anything you like? Or would you like any help finding anything, young man?”<br><br>Aaron stopped looking at the swords and turned to the store owner.<br><br>“I would love to have some help. I’m interested in getting a starter sword or two even and a few knives.”<br><br>The storeowner walked over to a barrel of swords.<br><br>“These are my old swords that almost any new adventurer would need, they are also cheap.”<br><br>Aaron looked through the barrel until he found two swords that he liked using identify and trying their weight. One was a long sword while the other was a short sword. They both had the same attack power, but half their durability was gone.<br><br>“How much would these cost good sir?”<br><br>The Storeowner looked at the two swords.<br><br>“All together these blades would be about 15 silver.”<br><br>Since he had gotten a few more silver coins after selling his other goods he had just enough. Aaron looked at the swords for a moment and decided it was worth all the silver he had.<br><br>“I’ll take them both!”<br><br>He grabbed his silver coins and handed them over to the Storeowner.<br><br>“Thanks lad, I hope to see you again.”<br><br>Aaron walked out of the store and decided to head over to the black smith to fix the swords, learn a few skills, and even possibly earn some money.<br><br>As Aaron walked into the building he saw a large man hammering away at a sword on the anvil, so he waited. The man continued to heat and hammer the sword until he set it in a barrel of water. He took off his gloves and put them in his pouch pocket.<br><br>“Hello young lad, is there anything I could help you with?”<br><br>Aaron walked over to the blacksmith.<br><br>“Yes good sir, I was wondering if you could teach me how to repair swords and other blacksmith skills?”<br><br>The Blacksmith looked Aaron up and down for a moment.<br><br>“I could teach you the skills, but I would like you to do something for me first. The carpenter down the street has ordered some nails. Would you deliver them for me?”<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">You have been offered a Quest!<br>The Blacksmith has asked you to deliver the carpenter’s order.<br>Reward: basic lessons<br>Would you like to accept? Yes/No</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>Aaron looked up to the blacksmiths face.<br><br>“I would love to help you good sir!” he said with a smile.<br><br>“Thanks, here is the box of nails.”<br><br>Aaron started to head for the door.<br><br>“I will be back shortly!”<br><br>Aaron headed out the door and down the street towards the Carpenter’s shop. Once there he walked in to see an old man sweeping the sawdust and wood chips on the floor.<br><br>“Hello good sir, I have come with your delivery of nails from the Blacksmith!”<br><br>“Oh thanks young man, could you set them on the counter here for me?” The old man said with a kind smile.<br>“Of course!”<br><br>Aaron set the box down on the counter.<br><br>“Give my thanks to Erick the Blacksmith, would you!”<br><br>“I will!”<br><br>Aaron walked back to the Blacksmiths shop and entered to see a few other players talking to each other while watching the blacksmith add some more coal to the forge.<br><br>“Hello again good sir, I have delivered the box of nails to the Carpenter and he gives his thanks.”<br><br>“Ah, thanks lad, I will teach you how to repair now. First do you have anything that needs repaired?”<br><br>“I have these two swords!”<br><br>“That will do, bring them over.”<br><br>Aaron took his swords from their sheaths and brought them to the anvil where he set them down. The blacksmith had him heat the blades until they glowed, then slowly hammer out the blades to remove the cracks, and then had them cool in the barrel before using the grinding stone to bring back the blades sharpness. Once finished with the blades looking good as new and their durability back up, two windows popped up.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">You have learned the Handicraft skill!</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">You have learned the Repair skill!</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>After that the Blacksmith had him start working on making some metal bars and then knives. Once finished with 6 of each a window popped up.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">You have learned the Blacksmithing skill!</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>With that done and it was nearing dusk.<br><br>“Young lad, I was hoping you could help me close down and clean up the store. I’ll let you keep the knives you made in return.”<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">You have been offered a Quest!<br>The Blacksmith has asked you to help close the store.<br>Reward: Knives<br>Do you accept Yes/No?</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br>“I would gladly help you with cleaning the store!”<br><br>Aaron started to sweep the floor while the Blacksmith put his tools away and cooled the forge for the night. After he finished sweeping, Aaron took the wastebaskets out to the refuse pile then came back in.<br><br>“Thanks Lad, here are the Knives, I hope to see you again some time!”<br><br>Aaron left the store and headed back to the fields to see if he could try out his new swords, and maybe even kill a few wolves while he’s at it.<br><br>Unedited version<br><div class="spoiler"><div class="smalltext" style="margin-bottom:2px"><b>Spoiler</b> : <input type="button" value="Show" class="spoilerButton"></div><div class="spoilerContent"><div style="display: none;">After eating breakfast and cleaning his dorm room, Alan laid down on his bed and put his headset on.<br><br>When Aaron logged in to the game, he was at the same location he had logged out at, but it was early morning. Following the tips that his instructor had given him. He headed to the east, where there were plenty of fields and wildlife.<br><br>Aaron decided to hunt rabbits first. He slid his knife out of his pack and slowly walked across the field. There were plenty of them, hopping around doing their own thing. He slowly crept up to the closest one, but it started hopping away. So he went for the next, but it did the same thing. He repeated his attempts a few more times until he yelled out in frustration. <br><br>Aaron grabbed his bow, notched an arrow, and drew back. Aiming at the closest rabbit, He released the arrow. The arrow went straight and true, hitting the rabbit and instantly killing it. Without stopping for the loot, he notched another arrow and shot another rabbit. He continued to shot all the rabbits within range, until he ran out of arrows. He went and picked up their furs, meat, bones, and a few coins while collecting his arrows. He did the same process throughout the fields, shooting rabbits, collecting loot, and retrieving his arrows, until the rabbits started run from his very presence back to their hideaways.<br><br>After that he stood there a moment to calm down. Through out his rabbit-hunting rampage he had gained 4 levels, so he placed his points into his stats.<br><br><br>Status Window<br>Name Aaron Primary Class N/A<br>Health 200 Mana 150<br>Level 5<br>Health Regen/sec 0.5 Mana Regen/sec 0.5<br>Strength 14 Agility 14<br>Wisdom 10 Intelligence 12<br>Stamina 14 Vitality 12<br>Dexterity 12<br><br>After that he decided to go after the foxes in the area. Aaron notched another arrow as he walked slowly toward a fox and killed it. He repeated the same thing over and over with ever fox he saw. Eventually his arrows durability became very low so he put away his bow.<br><br>Aaron looked around and noticed the sun was well into the sky. He was about to take his knife out when his stomach growled. He grabbed one of the few remaining pieces of bread and started to eat. While eating he decided to look at all his loot. Aaron had a large amount of rabbit and fox furs which he put at the bottom of his pack. Next was some of the meat and bones he collected. He had about 11 silver coins and over 60 coppers that he put in a side pouch. After that he got up and headed back to town.<br><br>Once back in town Aaron went into the closest store, which was a potion shop. He sold all the bones he had along with a few furs. After that he headed back out to the street and over to the clothing store to sell the rest of his furs. The last stop was the weapons store.<br><br>Aaron walked in and was looking along the walls at the weapons, when the store owner walked up to him.<br><br>“Welcome, welcome. Do you see anything you like? Or would you like any help finding anything, young man?”<br><br>Aaron stopped looking at the swords and turned to the store owner.<br><br>“I would love to have some help. I’m interested in getting a starter sword or two even and a few knives.”<br><br>The storeowner walked over to a barrel of swords.<br><br>“These are my old swords that almost any new adventurer would need, they are also cheap.”<br><br>Aaron looked through the barrel until he found two swords that he liked using identify and trying their weight. One was a long sword while the other was a short sword. They both had the same attack power, but half their durability was gone.<br><br>“How much would these cost good sir?”<br><br>The Storeowner looked at the two swords.<br><br>“All together these blades would be about 15 silver.”<br><br>Since he had gotten a few more silver coins after selling his other goods he had just enough. Aaron looked at the swords for a moment and decided it was worth all the silver he had. <br><br>“I’ll take them both!” <br><br>He grabbed his silver coins and handed them over to the Store owner.<br><br>“Thanks lad, I hope to see you again.”<br><br>Aaron walked out of the store and decided to head over to the black smith to fix the swords, learn a few skills, and even possibly earn some money.<br><br>As Aaron walked into the building he saw a large man hammering away at a sword on the anvil, so he waited. The man continued to heat and hammer the sword until he set it in a barrel full of water. He took off his gloves and put them in his pouch pocket.<br><br>“Hello young lad, is there something I could help you with?”<br><br>Aaron walked over to the blacksmith.<br><br>“Yes good sir, I was wondering is you could teach me how to repair swords and other skills of a blacksmith?”<br><br>The Blacksmith looked Aaron up and down for a moment.<br><br>“I could teach you the skills, but I would like you to do something for me first. The carpenter down the street has ordered some nails. Would you deliver them for me?”<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">You have been offered a Quest!<br>The Blacksmith has asked you to deliver the carpenter’s order.<br>Reward: basic lessons<br>Would you like to accept? Yes/No</span><br><br>Aaron looked up to the blacksmiths face.<br><br>“I would love to help you good sir!” he said with a smile.<br><br>“Thanks, here is the box of nails.”<br><br>Aaron started to head for the door.<br><br>“I will be back shortly!” <br><br>Aaron headed out the door and down the street towards the Carpenter’s shop. Once there he walked in to see an old man sweeping the sawdust and wood chips on the floor.<br><br>“Hello good sir, I have come with your delivery of nails from the Blacksmith!”<br><br>“Oh thanks young man, could you set them on the counter here for me?” The old man said with a kind smile.<br>“Of course!”<br><br>Aaron set the box down on the counter.<br><br>“Give my thanks to Erick the Blacksmith, would you!”<br><br>“I will!”<br><br>Aaron walked back to the Blacksmiths shop and entered to see a few other players talking to each other while watching the blacksmith add some more coal to the forge. <br><br>“Hello again good sir, I have delivered the box of nails to the Carpenter and he gives his thanks.”<br><br>“Ah, thanks lad, I will teach you how to repair now. First do you have anything that needs repaired?”<br><br>“I have these two swords!”<br><br>“That will do, bring them over.”<br><br>Aaron took his swords from their sheaths and brought them to the anvil where he set them down. The blacksmith had him heat the blades until they glowed, then slowly hammer out the blades to remove the cracks, and then had them cool in the barrel before using the grinding stone to bring back the blades sharpness. Once finished with the blades looking good as new and their durability back up, two windows popped up.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">! You have learned Handicraft!<br><br>! You have learned Repair!</span><br><br>After that the Blacksmith had him start working on making some metal bars and then knives. Once finished with 6 of each a window popped up.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">! You have learned Blacksmithing!<br></span><br>With that done and it was nearing dusk.<br><br>“Young lad, I was hoping you could help me close down and clean up the store. I’ll let you keep the knives you made in return.”<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">You have been offered a Quest!</span><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Blacksmith has asked you to help close the store.<br>Reward: Knives<br>Do you accept Yes/No?</span><br>“I would gladly help you with cleaning the store!”<br><br>Aaron started to sweep the floor while the Blacksmith put his tools away and cooled the forge for the night. After he finished sweeping, Aaron took the wastebaskets out to the refuse pile then came back in.<br><br>“Thanks Lad, here are the Knives, I hope to see you again some time!”<br><br>Aaron left the store and headed back to the fields to see if he could try out his new swords, and maybe even kill a few wolves while he’s at it.</div></div></div> </div>

After eating breakfast and cleaning his dorm room, Alan laid down on his bed and put his headset on. When Aaron logged in to the game, he was at the same location he had logged out at, but it was early morning. Following the tips that his instructor had given him. He headed to the east, where there were plenty of fields and wildlife. Aaron decided to hunt rabbits first. He slid his knife out of his pack and slowly walked across the field. There were plenty of them, hopping around doing their own thing. He slowly crept up to the closest one, but it started hopping away. So he went for the next, but it did the same thing. He repeated his attempts a few more times until he yelled out in frustration. Aaron grabbed his bow, notched an arrow, and drew back. Aiming at the closest rabbit, He released the arrow. The arrow went straight and true, hitting the rabbit and instantly killing it. Without stopping for the loot, he notched another arrow and shot another rabbit. He continued to shot all the rabbits within range, until he ran out of arrows. He went and picked up their furs, meat, bones, and a few coins while collecting his arrows. He did the same process throughout the fields, shooting rabbits, collecting loot, and retrieving his arrows, until the rabbits started run from his very presence back to their hideaways. After that he stood there a moment to calm down. Through out his rabbit-hunting rampage he had gained 4 levels, so he placed his points into his stats. | Name | Aaron | Primary Class | N/A | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Health | 200 | Mana | 150 | | Level | 5 | | | | Title | N/A | | | | Health Regen/Sec | 0.5 | Mana Regen/Sec | 0.5 | | Strength | 14 | Agility | 15 | | Wisdom | 10 | Intelligence | 12 | | Stamina | 14 | Vitality | 12 | | Dexterity | 12 | | | | Faith | N/A | Fame | N/A | After that he decided to go after the foxes in the area. Aaron notched another arrow as he walked slowly toward a fox and killed it. He repeated the same thing over and over with every fox he saw. Eventually his arrows durability became very low so he put away his bow. Aaron looked around and noticed the sun was well into the sky. He was about to take his knife out when his stomach growled. He grabbed one of the few remaining pieces of bread and ate it. After eating he decided to look at all his loot. Aaron had a large amount of rabbit and fox furs which he put at the bottom of his pack. Next was some of the meat and bones he collected. He had about 11 silver coins and over 60 coppers that he put in a side pouch. After that he got up and headed back to town. Once back in town Aaron went into the closest store, which was a potion shop. He sold all the bones he had along with a few furs. After that he headed back out to the street and over to the clothing store to sell the rest of his furs. The last stop was the weapons store. Aaron walked in and was looking along the walls at the weapons, when the store owner walked up to him. “Welcome, welcome. Do you see anything you like? Or would you like any help finding anything, young man?” Aaron stopped looking at the swords and turned to the store owner. “I would love to have some help. I’m interested in getting a starter sword or two even and a few knives.” The storeowner walked over to a barrel of swords. “These are my old swords that almost any new adventurer would need, they are also cheap.” Aaron looked through the barrel until he found two swords that he liked using identify and trying their weight. One was a long sword while the other was a short sword. They both had the same attack power, but half their durability was gone. “How much would these cost good sir?” The Storeowner looked at the two swords. “All together these blades would be about 15 silver.” Since he had gotten a few more silver coins after selling his other goods he had just enough. Aaron looked at the swords for a moment and decided it was worth all the silver he had. “I’ll take them both!” He grabbed his silver coins and handed them over to the Storeowner. “Thanks lad, I hope to see you again.” Aaron walked out of the store and decided to head over to the black smith to fix the swords, learn a few skills, and even possibly earn some money. As Aaron walked into the building he saw a large man hammering away at a sword on the anvil, so he waited. The man continued to heat and hammer the sword until he set it in a barrel of water. He took off his gloves and put them in his pouch pocket. “Hello young lad, is there anything I could help you with?” Aaron walked over to the blacksmith. “Yes good sir, I was wondering if you could teach me how to repair swords and other blacksmith skills?” The Blacksmith looked Aaron up and down for a moment. “I could teach you the skills, but I would like you to do something for me first. The carpenter down the street has ordered some nails. Would you deliver them for me?” | You have been offered a Quest!The Blacksmith has asked you to deliver the carpenter’s order.Reward: basic lessonsWould you like to accept? Yes/No | | --- | Aaron looked up to the blacksmiths face. “I would love to help you good sir!” he said with a smile. “Thanks, here is the box of nails.” Aaron started to head for the door. “I will be back shortly!” Aaron headed out the door and down the street towards the Carpenter’s shop. Once there he walked in to see an old man sweeping the sawdust and wood chips on the floor. “Hello good sir, I have come with your delivery of nails from the Blacksmith!” “Oh thanks young man, could you set them on the counter here for me?” The old man said with a kind smile. “Of course!” Aaron set the box down on the counter. “Give my thanks to Erick the Blacksmith, would you!” “I will!” Aaron walked back to the Blacksmiths shop and entered to see a few other players talking to each other while watching the blacksmith add some more coal to the forge. “Hello again good sir, I have delivered the box of nails to the Carpenter and he gives his thanks.” “Ah, thanks lad, I will teach you how to repair now. First do you have anything that needs repaired?” “I have these two swords!” “That will do, bring them over.” Aaron took his swords from their sheaths and brought them to the anvil where he set them down. The blacksmith had him heat the blades until they glowed, then slowly hammer out the blades to remove the cracks, and then had them cool in the barrel before using the grinding stone to bring back the blades sharpness. Once finished with the blades looking good as new and their durability back up, two windows popped up. | You have learned the Handicraft skill! | | --- | | You have learned the Repair skill! | | --- | After that the Blacksmith had him start working on making some metal bars and then knives. Once finished with 6 of each a window popped up. | You have learned the Blacksmithing skill! | | --- | With that done and it was nearing dusk. “Young lad, I was hoping you could help me close down and clean up the store. I’ll let you keep the knives you made in return.” | You have been offered a Quest!The Blacksmith has asked you to help close the store.Reward: KnivesDo you accept Yes/No? | | --- | “I would gladly help you with cleaning the store!” Aaron started to sweep the floor while the Blacksmith put his tools away and cooled the forge for the night. After he finished sweeping, Aaron took the wastebaskets out to the refuse pile then came back in. “Thanks Lad, here are the Knives, I hope to see you again some time!” Aaron left the store and headed back to the fields to see if he could try out his new swords, and maybe even kill a few wolves while he’s at it. Unedited version **Spoiler** : After eating breakfast and cleaning his dorm room, Alan laid down on his bed and put his headset on. When Aaron logged in to the game, he was at the same location he had logged out at, but it was early morning. Following the tips that his instructor had given him. He headed to the east, where there were plenty of fields and wildlife. Aaron decided to hunt rabbits first. He slid his knife out of his pack and slowly walked across the field. There were plenty of them, hopping around doing their own thing. He slowly crept up to the closest one, but it started hopping away. So he went for the next, but it did the same thing. He repeated his attempts a few more times until he yelled out in frustration. Aaron grabbed his bow, notched an arrow, and drew back. Aiming at the closest rabbit, He released the arrow. The arrow went straight and true, hitting the rabbit and instantly killing it. Without stopping for the loot, he notched another arrow and shot another rabbit. He continued to shot all the rabbits within range, until he ran out of arrows. He went and picked up their furs, meat, bones, and a few coins while collecting his arrows. He did the same process throughout the fields, shooting rabbits, collecting loot, and retrieving his arrows, until the rabbits started run from his very presence back to their hideaways. After that he stood there a moment to calm down. Through out his rabbit-hunting rampage he had gained 4 levels, so he placed his points into his stats. Status Window Name Aaron Primary Class N/A Health 200 Mana 150 Level 5 Health Regen/sec 0.5 Mana Regen/sec 0.5 Strength 14 Agility 14 Wisdom 10 Intelligence 12 Stamina 14 Vitality 12 Dexterity 12 After that he decided to go after the foxes in the area. Aaron notched another arrow as he walked slowly toward a fox and killed it. He repeated the same thing over and over with ever fox he saw. Eventually his arrows durability became very low so he put away his bow. Aaron looked around and noticed the sun was well into the sky. He was about to take his knife out when his stomach growled. He grabbed one of the few remaining pieces of bread and started to eat. While eating he decided to look at all his loot. Aaron had a large amount of rabbit and fox furs which he put at the bottom of his pack. Next was some of the meat and bones he collected. He had about 11 silver coins and over 60 coppers that he put in a side pouch. After that he got up and headed back to town. Once back in town Aaron went into the closest store, which was a potion shop. He sold all the bones he had along with a few furs. After that he headed back out to the street and over to the clothing store to sell the rest of his furs. The last stop was the weapons store. Aaron walked in and was looking along the walls at the weapons, when the store owner walked up to him. “Welcome, welcome. Do you see anything you like? Or would you like any help finding anything, young man?” Aaron stopped looking at the swords and turned to the store owner. “I would love to have some help. I’m interested in getting a starter sword or two even and a few knives.” The storeowner walked over to a barrel of swords. “These are my old swords that almost any new adventurer would need, they are also cheap.” Aaron looked through the barrel until he found two swords that he liked using identify and trying their weight. One was a long sword while the other was a short sword. They both had the same attack power, but half their durability was gone. “How much would these cost good sir?” The Storeowner looked at the two swords. “All together these blades would be about 15 silver.” Since he had gotten a few more silver coins after selling his other goods he had just enough. Aaron looked at the swords for a moment and decided it was worth all the silver he had. “I’ll take them both!” He grabbed his silver coins and handed them over to the Store owner. “Thanks lad, I hope to see you again.” Aaron walked out of the store and decided to head over to the black smith to fix the swords, learn a few skills, and even possibly earn some money. As Aaron walked into the building he saw a large man hammering away at a sword on the anvil, so he waited. The man continued to heat and hammer the sword until he set it in a barrel full of water. He took off his gloves and put them in his pouch pocket. “Hello young lad, is there something I could help you with?” Aaron walked over to the blacksmith. “Yes good sir, I was wondering is you could teach me how to repair swords and other skills of a blacksmith?” The Blacksmith looked Aaron up and down for a moment. “I could teach you the skills, but I would like you to do something for me first. The carpenter down the street has ordered some nails. Would you deliver them for me?” You have been offered a Quest! The Blacksmith has asked you to deliver the carpenter’s order. Reward: basic lessons Would you like to accept? Yes/No Aaron looked up to the blacksmiths face. “I would love to help you good sir!” he said with a smile. “Thanks, here is the box of nails.” Aaron started to head for the door. “I will be back shortly!” Aaron headed out the door and down the street towards the Carpenter’s shop. Once there he walked in to see an old man sweeping the sawdust and wood chips on the floor. “Hello good sir, I have come with your delivery of nails from the Blacksmith!” “Oh thanks young man, could you set them on the counter here for me?” The old man said with a kind smile. “Of course!” Aaron set the box down on the counter. “Give my thanks to Erick the Blacksmith, would you!” “I will!” Aaron walked back to the Blacksmiths shop and entered to see a few other players talking to each other while watching the blacksmith add some more coal to the forge. “Hello again good sir, I have delivered the box of nails to the Carpenter and he gives his thanks.” “Ah, thanks lad, I will teach you how to repair now. First do you have anything that needs repaired?” “I have these two swords!” “That will do, bring them over.” Aaron took his swords from their sheaths and brought them to the anvil where he set them down. The blacksmith had him heat the blades until they glowed, then slowly hammer out the blades to remove the cracks, and then had them cool in the barrel before using the grinding stone to bring back the blades sharpness. Once finished with the blades looking good as new and their durability back up, two windows popped up. ! You have learned Handicraft! ! You have learned Repair! After that the Blacksmith had him start working on making some metal bars and then knives. Once finished with 6 of each a window popped up. ! You have learned Blacksmithing! With that done and it was nearing dusk. “Young lad, I was hoping you could help me close down and clean up the store. I’ll let you keep the knives you made in return.” You have been offered a Quest! The Blacksmith has asked you to help close the store. Reward: Knives Do you accept Yes/No? “I would gladly help you with cleaning the store!” Aaron started to sweep the floor while the Blacksmith put his tools away and cooled the forge for the night. After he finished sweeping, Aaron took the wastebaskets out to the refuse pile then came back in. “Thanks Lad, here are the Knives, I hope to see you again some time!” Aaron left the store and headed back to the fields to see if he could try out his new swords, and maybe even kill a few wolves while he’s at it.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> After exiting the Eastern Gate, Weed headed towards the forest located a few hundred meters ahead. He wasn’t sure where to go from here, the old man told him that Alak knew the way so there was no need for a map. Unfortunately, Alak was nowhere to be seen. After reaching the edge of the forest, Weed searched for a suitable spot to take a break. He decided to wait for a while and see if Alak returns.<br><br>Weed filled up Snappy’s bowl with water and lay down some meaty treat beside it. He took out rye bread and began munching away on it. As crumbs of rye bread fell into the pond beside their picnic spot, koi fish scrambled to get a bite. Weed watched them and noticed after trying some rye bread they returned back…. ‘Even the fish dislike rye bread …..tastes so bad.’ But Weed ate it, he didn’t have any money of his own, he hadn’t taken up any job which paid him as yet. Weed was the same as any player who had just began on their first day. Level FF/000.<br><br>TTRRRRINNG!!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Resting by a beautiful pond, feeding Koi fish has lifted your spirits. Stamina Recovery rate has quadrupled while you rest here.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>‘That was an interesting discovery.’<br><br>As Weeds stamina recovered, a dim familiar glow reappeared in front of Weed. “Alak is that you?”<br><br>“FINALLY!” Screamed Alak. “Never let your stamina, drop below 25%!”<br><br>“huh?”<br><br>“Don’t tell me you don’t know?”<br><br>“…..”<br><br>“I am a level one fairy, I can only sustain myself on mana! Since the old man told me to be your companion, yours is the only stamina I can feed on!”<br><br>Weed wore a shocked look! ‘YOU LEECHER!’ he screamed in his head. <br><br>Alak however didn’t take notice of Weeds changed expression. She was just happy to be back. “OOOO!!” she exclaimed. “You found a Koi Pond! These are fairly rare. I am surprised I didn’t notice this here before.”<br><br>Weed decided not to say anything about the leeching and instead build a better relationship with the fairy. “Are there more such ponds? Asked Weed.<br><br>“YES! There are hundreds of of ponds and not all ponds are similar!” Alak responded excitedly. It was a topic of great interest to Alak. “This is a Koi Pond. It is on the rarer side. There are plain simple common, beautiful ponds which help recover stamina or health though slower than the Koi. There are even ponds which temporarily increase elemental affinity. But those are very very rare. Something like you could find a 100 Koi ponds before you found one of those!”<br><br>“Are there any more rarer on those?” Asked Weed, fairly interested in the topic of ponds which could be beneficial.<br><br>“Yes! There are some even I don’t know off! I am from the fairy pond….” Alak suddenly stopped talking. Her translucent wings appeared (normally they are invisible as the fairy beats them through the air very quickly but if they were to tire out the wings flap slower and are easier to spot) and her glow dimmed. Weed realized he touched upon a sensitive topic. <br><br>“How about we visit a fairy pond together next time?” Weed asked hoping to raise the little fairies spirit. <br><br>“Really? You’ll do that for me??” Alak asked as her excitement returned (so did her glow).<br><br><br><br>TTRRRRINNG!!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quest: Visit a Fairy Pond</span><br><br>The lonely fairy would like to meet fellow fairies. Help her as she is unable to do so herself. <br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rank:</span> C<br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Reward:</span> Unknown<br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quest limit: </span> None.<br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quest Requirement: </span> A curiosity of ponds. [Fulfilled]<br><br>Refusal of acceptance of quest will lead to a deterioration of relationship with all fairies in Versailles Continent.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Weed groaned. Rank C! How difficult was it to find a fairy pond? He had just offered to help out of NPC flattery and kindness! He didn’t think it would lead to a quest! Much less a quest with such a strong refusal penalty. <br><br>“Sure why not.” Weed replied bitterly.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have accepted the quest. <br><br>This quest has been stored in your Quest List. <br><br>Your Quest List is now full. Please deleted a quest or complete them to add more quests.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Your relationship with Alak Okaine has improved.<br><br>Relationship - Alak Okaine: 15</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Weed smiled, a better relationship meant the less likely the fairy would be annoying during the journey. A peace of mind guaranteed. <br><br>Once Weed’s stamina recovered, they began journeying their way through a forest trail. It wasn’t a difficult journey as Weed had imagined it to be, just a tediously long one. Weed had expected a monster ambush or two. Sadly, the forest was too peaceful. There were just trees everywhere and a very long unwinding path. Unlike Weed who was getting bored, Snappy seemed to be more excited. Familiar scents everywhere, lots of open spaces to….do doggy stuff and run around.<br><br>“Woof!” barked Snappy while wagging his tail happily.<br><br>“He says he wants to play.” Alak translated.<br><br>Weed lifted a dried twig, he had a dog once who loved playing stick. He smiled sadly at the thoughts of his dog. <br><br>“Woof!”<br><br>“He saying throw it quickly.”<br><br>Weed threw the stick with all his might. Weed was happy that the stick landed far, a good hundred feet away. <br><br>“Woof!” With a bark, Snappy chased the stick and brought it back. However, he seemed to be content with one throw and refused to give the stick back.<br><br>x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x<br><br>The trail started disappearing and now Weed only relied on Alaks light and directions. With Snappy’s treats over, it the wheel barrow became lighter and easier too push, they were able to pick up pace. However at nightfall, Snappy refused to move. Alak told Weed that Snappy believed it would be too dangerous to continue in the darkness and it would be best too rest.<br><br>Weed however thought differently. “Snappy, want to play stick?” He asked with an excitement in his voice.<br><br>“Woof!”<br><br>“I bet you can’t find the stick in the dark!”<br><br>‘Bring it on squirrel!’<br><br>“Alak which direction do we have to go? “<br><br>“Straight?”<br><br>Weed threw the stick straight ahead and Snappy chased after it. This continued till day break. Snappy whined, he was very tired and carrying 15 sticks in his mouth left it dry (it seems Snappy didn’t want to leave behind sticks he got hold of, so he would carry them…).<br><br>“Alright! Let us take a break!” said Weed, who was happy with their progress. They were nearing the quest time limit, another 2 days to go. “Alak, I am going to back in a bit ask Snappy to guard the barrow.”<br><br>The fairy happily bounced as if to nod a yes.<br><br>Lee Jun logged out. “54 hrs of non-stop gaming. I could do with a break. Set alarm for 6 hours from now.”<br><br>“Alarm set.”<br><br>Weed ran down to make a sandwich. He needed food and coffee to keep himself going. He remembered reading how Lee Hyun once gamed for 204 hours straight, but figured it was impossible for him.<br><br>x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x<br><br>After much struggle uphill, they finally reached to an open clearing in the middle of the forest. In the centre of the clearing was a small wooden cabin. Snappy rushed towards the cabin barking all the way.<br><br>“SNAPPY! MY BOY!” a gruff voice cracked through the air. “You’ve returned!”<br><br>Snappy leapt in the air and toppled a dwarf who had just stepped out. Snappy began licking the hairy dwarf all over.<br><br>‘That’s the sword master?’ Weed had read enough fantasy stories to know dwarves were good with hammers and not swords. They loved the job of being a blacksmith and miner more than a melee role. Lastly, dwarves never got along with Dragons or Elves. Weed was…unfortunately ….an elf.<br><br>Weed didn’t swear, he learnt terrible habits were costly through a painful lesson.<br><br>“FISH!”<br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>Authors Note:<br><br>1. Made a small mistake. Coy vs Koi - <a href="http://thebettereditor.wordpress.com/2013/05/02/is-that-pond-for-ornamental-carp-or-is-it-just-shy-koi-pond-vs-coy-pond/" target="_blank">http://thebettereditor.wordpress.com/20 ... -coy-pond/</a><br>2. 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After exiting the Eastern Gate, Weed headed towards the forest located a few hundred meters ahead. He wasn’t sure where to go from here, the old man told him that Alak knew the way so there was no need for a map. Unfortunately, Alak was nowhere to be seen. After reaching the edge of the forest, Weed searched for a suitable spot to take a break. He decided to wait for a while and see if Alak returns. Weed filled up Snappy’s bowl with water and lay down some meaty treat beside it. He took out rye bread and began munching away on it. As crumbs of rye bread fell into the pond beside their picnic spot, koi fish scrambled to get a bite. Weed watched them and noticed after trying some rye bread they returned back…. ‘Even the fish dislike rye bread …..tastes so bad.’ But Weed ate it, he didn’t have any money of his own, he hadn’t taken up any job which paid him as yet. Weed was the same as any player who had just began on their first day. Level FF/000. TTRRRRINNG!! | Resting by a beautiful pond, feeding Koi fish has lifted your spirits. Stamina Recovery rate has quadrupled while you rest here. | | --- | ‘That was an interesting discovery.’ As Weeds stamina recovered, a dim familiar glow reappeared in front of Weed. “Alak is that you?” “FINALLY!” Screamed Alak. “Never let your stamina, drop below 25%!” “huh?” “Don’t tell me you don’t know?” “…..” “I am a level one fairy, I can only sustain myself on mana! Since the old man told me to be your companion, yours is the only stamina I can feed on!” Weed wore a shocked look! ‘YOU LEECHER!’ he screamed in his head. Alak however didn’t take notice of Weeds changed expression. She was just happy to be back. “OOOO!!” she exclaimed. “You found a Koi Pond! These are fairly rare. I am surprised I didn’t notice this here before.” Weed decided not to say anything about the leeching and instead build a better relationship with the fairy. “Are there more such ponds? Asked Weed. “YES! There are hundreds of of ponds and not all ponds are similar!” Alak responded excitedly. It was a topic of great interest to Alak. “This is a Koi Pond. It is on the rarer side. There are plain simple common, beautiful ponds which help recover stamina or health though slower than the Koi. There are even ponds which temporarily increase elemental affinity. But those are very very rare. Something like you could find a 100 Koi ponds before you found one of those!” “Are there any more rarer on those?” Asked Weed, fairly interested in the topic of ponds which could be beneficial. “Yes! There are some even I don’t know off! I am from the fairy pond….” Alak suddenly stopped talking. Her translucent wings appeared (normally they are invisible as the fairy beats them through the air very quickly but if they were to tire out the wings flap slower and are easier to spot) and her glow dimmed. Weed realized he touched upon a sensitive topic. “How about we visit a fairy pond together next time?” Weed asked hoping to raise the little fairies spirit. “Really? You’ll do that for me??” Alak asked as her excitement returned (so did her glow). TTRRRRINNG!! | Quest: Visit a Fairy PondThe lonely fairy would like to meet fellow fairies. Help her as she is unable to do so herself. Rank: CReward: UnknownQuest limit: None.Quest Requirement: A curiosity of ponds. [Fulfilled]Refusal of acceptance of quest will lead to a deterioration of relationship with all fairies in Versailles Continent. | | --- | Weed groaned. Rank C! How difficult was it to find a fairy pond? He had just offered to help out of NPC flattery and kindness! He didn’t think it would lead to a quest! Much less a quest with such a strong refusal penalty. “Sure why not.” Weed replied bitterly. | You have accepted the quest. This quest has been stored in your Quest List. Your Quest List is now full. Please deleted a quest or complete them to add more quests. | | --- | | Your relationship with Alak Okaine has improved.Relationship - Alak Okaine: 15 | | --- | Weed smiled, a better relationship meant the less likely the fairy would be annoying during the journey. A peace of mind guaranteed. Once Weed’s stamina recovered, they began journeying their way through a forest trail. It wasn’t a difficult journey as Weed had imagined it to be, just a tediously long one. Weed had expected a monster ambush or two. Sadly, the forest was too peaceful. There were just trees everywhere and a very long unwinding path. Unlike Weed who was getting bored, Snappy seemed to be more excited. Familiar scents everywhere, lots of open spaces to….do doggy stuff and run around. “Woof!” barked Snappy while wagging his tail happily. “He says he wants to play.” Alak translated. Weed lifted a dried twig, he had a dog once who loved playing stick. He smiled sadly at the thoughts of his dog. “Woof!” “He saying throw it quickly.” Weed threw the stick with all his might. Weed was happy that the stick landed far, a good hundred feet away. “Woof!” With a bark, Snappy chased the stick and brought it back. However, he seemed to be content with one throw and refused to give the stick back. x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x The trail started disappearing and now Weed only relied on Alaks light and directions. With Snappy’s treats over, it the wheel barrow became lighter and easier too push, they were able to pick up pace. However at nightfall, Snappy refused to move. Alak told Weed that Snappy believed it would be too dangerous to continue in the darkness and it would be best too rest. Weed however thought differently. “Snappy, want to play stick?” He asked with an excitement in his voice. “Woof!” “I bet you can’t find the stick in the dark!” ‘Bring it on squirrel!’ “Alak which direction do we have to go? “ “Straight?” Weed threw the stick straight ahead and Snappy chased after it. This continued till day break. Snappy whined, he was very tired and carrying 15 sticks in his mouth left it dry (it seems Snappy didn’t want to leave behind sticks he got hold of, so he would carry them…). “Alright! Let us take a break!” said Weed, who was happy with their progress. They were nearing the quest time limit, another 2 days to go. “Alak, I am going to back in a bit ask Snappy to guard the barrow.” The fairy happily bounced as if to nod a yes. Lee Jun logged out. “54 hrs of non-stop gaming. I could do with a break. Set alarm for 6 hours from now.” “Alarm set.” Weed ran down to make a sandwich. He needed food and coffee to keep himself going. He remembered reading how Lee Hyun once gamed for 204 hours straight, but figured it was impossible for him. x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x After much struggle uphill, they finally reached to an open clearing in the middle of the forest. In the centre of the clearing was a small wooden cabin. Snappy rushed towards the cabin barking all the way. “SNAPPY! MY BOY!” a gruff voice cracked through the air. “You’ve returned!” Snappy leapt in the air and toppled a dwarf who had just stepped out. Snappy began licking the hairy dwarf all over. ‘That’s the sword master?’ Weed had read enough fantasy stories to know dwarves were good with hammers and not swords. They loved the job of being a blacksmith and miner more than a melee role. Lastly, dwarves never got along with Dragons or Elves. Weed was…unfortunately ….an elf. Weed didn’t swear, he learnt terrible habits were costly through a painful lesson. “FISH!” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Authors Note: 1. Made a small mistake. Coy vs Koi - [http://thebettereditor.wordpress.com/20 ... -coy-pond/](http://thebettereditor.wordpress.com/2013/05/02/is-that-pond-for-ornamental-carp-or-is-it-just-shy-koi-pond-vs-coy-pond/) 2. 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<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> *Pant* *Pant* *Pant*<br><br>Why am I panting? Because I was running.<br><br>What am I running away from? The horde of lizardmen behind me.<br><br>Why they are chasing me? That is a long story. Backtrack to four days ago.<br> <br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Four days ago.</span></span><br><br>I set off for the lake after spending two days going around the city with Adria. I spent a few gold buying her new dresses, some cheap accessories, and a new pair of shoes. At lunch, Minalan joined us. We hung around the porch where the fat cook Sella worked. She provided good meals for cheap. The innkeeper, (who was also her husband) was helpless to interfere. He was not really against the idea, but could not resist to try making profit.<br><br>I spent a little time doing my own shopping. My armor was set. But I need a fresh stock of bandages, since the gift from Adria was about to run out. I also bought a new traveling bag. More capacity with less weight. Some bits of potions that were surprisingly expensive,too. I had no idea that potions were that expensive in Royal Road. Each cost 5g. I bought three of them (healing pots) for no other reason than that I had spare cash. Some stalls sold Mage spell books, but they were ridiculously expensive since they taught tier 3 magic and above. Okay. Maybe not ridiculously expensive. I was just stingy.<br><br>Unfortunately, I found no comrades for this trip to leech *ahem* accompany me. Daniel and his group were already inside a dungeon, and did not expect to be back in at least a week. I was not planning to wait that long. Julianne was not in. She probably had class and some social activity people her age should be doing.<br><br>I was loathe to try my luck with the newbie square again. I had no idea whether any would still remember me. But after my last attempt, I needed time to forget the embarrassment myself. Luckily, I was not the only one looking for the Rainbow Fish.<br><br>Apparently the theme for this year’s competition would be fish. And Rainbow Fish was the best they could get a hold of around here. So there were several groups that had already set out. And I planned to trail one of the larger groups.<br> <br><br>It was decidedly odd since there should be groups already coming back to sell their extra fishes. But there were none. It was clear later, that all of them were dead. The group I trailed was dead too. Ambushed, when they neared the top of the rise.<br><br>Since I was trailing behind, I had more time to escape. And thus was my predicament.<br> <br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Now</span></span><br><br>“This sucks!” I screamed to nobody in particular while running.<br><br>I was ahead of the pursuing pack of lizards, not by much, since I used Reflex when they drew close. But I had run out of mana to cast another one. It was currently building up at 20/150. Not enough to cast another one while I was cursed.<br><br>My stamina was running out, too. I had to find a defensible spot at least (option 1: going out with a bang) or somewhere to huddle (option 2: hide and pray) until the horde passed me. Anything (option 3: still thinking!).<br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dungeon:</span> Lakeside Swamp</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br> <br>I was running blindly, when I entered the dungeon. I should have figured there was a reason why the mobs stopped chasing me all of a sudden.<br><br>*Shuck* *Smack*<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You landed on a pool of quicksand<br>You are unable to move<br>You are slowly sinking</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>I fell flat on my face. The humanoid lizards were brandishing their weapons. Banging on their shields. Could they not see that I would be dead pretty soon?<br><br>Well, it took me a little longer to die. I was not struggling too hard to get myself out. I was well and truly stuck. What I did was easing myself onto a vertical position.<br><br>“Mana Bolt!” I shouted.<br><br>My right hand cut an arc on the air. I was putting the Macro system I recently discovered in practice. Every time the spell was ready, it fired the spell automatically. It totaled only six times before my Mana petered out. But let nobody say Roland Hanover went quietly.<br><br>“Ha! Suck on that! Lizards!”<br><br>I was usually not this sort of excitable person. It ran contrary to the image I have. I figured I could do silly stuff like this since nobody was watching. Raising my right fist in declaration of triumph, my head slowly sank into the quicksand, amidst a localized shower of any objects the hurt lizards could hurl at me.<br> <br><br><br>“Oomph!”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Critical Fall Damage. HP -80%</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>My landing was not gentle. At least I was not dead. I landed on my face again, however. This time over a hard surface of rough rock.<br><br>I had no idea what happened. After my whole body sunk fully, I was expecting to die pretty quickly and come back out somewhere. Probably at the edge of the deadly pool. I was instead, on a slow descent down and down, until I fell off a slide somewhere and got myself dumped with a faceplant.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"> ‘This really reminds me of this old movie. A network of underground cave system accessible only by sinking yourself into the quicksand.’ </span> I thought to myself.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">’I guess anything is better than being dead.’</span><br><br>Brushing myself, I got up. There was no illumination at all, yet I could vaguely see shapes.<br><br>“Fire,” I muttered.<br><br>I was holding a fireball still stuck to my hand. Since I never finished the spell properly, It was stuck at the in-between state until I canceled it or finished it. It was something Tolan showed me, that I never got the chance to put to use up till now. It worked pretty well as a torch. If I was any judge on how long it took me to fall, I could not climb out. The fall was long enough to regenerate a quarter of my mana.<br><br>Having better illumination, I could see that the spot where I landed had no visible exit for me. I fell to some sort of slightly uneven circular room made of rocks. The sound of dripping water accompanied my short exploration of my immediate surroundings. I discovered six exits from where I was. With no idea which way was the exit.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">’Okay. Eat first, then think.’</span><br><br><div style="text-align: center;">xXx</div><br><br>Winter brought out some smoked rabbit meat he made a while ago. It was not delicious, but filled up his satiety bar just fine. Still better than Rye Bread.<br><br>Ronald always thinks better after he fills his stomach. He used the time while eating to organize his mind. Let us not talk about what sort of thought resulted, shall we? Ronald sometimes came up with brilliant thoughts and plans. But most of the time, he was making it up as he went along. Several near-bankruptcy experiences spoke of how well-thought out his plans usually were.<br><br>This time, however, he drew a good solution.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">’I will mark out the path I take at every fork, and also mark out the path back to this room.’What is this place anyway.’</span><br><br>The system was mute to his question. Shaking his head, Winter stood up. He took out the mage staff Minalan had gifted to him,and spoke the unfinished fire spell. An orb of fire stuck to the tip of the staff.<br><br>“Okay. Spelunking.”<br> <br>The first path he took ended up at a dead end, with five forks also leading to dead ends. It was not a long exploration. He did not hesitate to step forward to dark turnings, whereas in real life he would be afraid of something that would jump out. He continuously nibbled on smoked rabbit meat while exploring, continuously refilling his satiety bar.<br> <br><br>*Thrust*<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Cave Dweller</span> hissed at Winter. He created some distance between them and swung the staff down forcefully.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Cave Dweller is stunned<br>cave Dweller is unable to move for six seconds</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Gotcha!”<br><br>With glee, Winter drew his sword with his right hand and slashed the monster’s neck. He had spent two full days exploring the network of caves. He had already crossed two out of six paths, and moved to the third. He had begun encountering some mobs on the second path. Cave <br>Dweller, weak humanoid-type enemy, with its body covered in long, shaggy hairs were the majority of the encounters. He could handle one or two at the same time without much effort.<br><br>Most of his encounters began with him using the staff as a means of defense. Winter did not think of it too much. He thought it was pretty cool, being able to use the staff for illumination. He was grateful at the coincidence, when the first encounter with the Cave Dweller was when one leaped at him from the shadows. He had reflexively smacked the monster down and proceeded to use the staff as a bashing stick.<br><br>Winter was not used to fighting with one hand holding a sword, and the other holding a fireball, yet. The staff therefore offered the choice of illumination and defense at the same time, without compromising his natural order of universe. People walk using sticks all the time, right? Just too bad the fireball on the tip could not hurt the enemy.<br><br>*Smack* *Bash*<br><br>Winter bashed another one over the head, stunning it. The staff was not a suitable killing weapon, since it had weak damage. He took a wound whenever he encountered more than one mob, since he had to re-sheath his sword before using the staff again. The other mob always chose that moment to injure him. Tossing the staff away immediately disabled the spell, effectively blinding him.<br>“I got you now.”<br><br>Winter pinned the Cave Dweller on the neck with his staff. The ethereal fireball on the tip illuminated the face fully. It was still a mass of hair. It struggled immediately when the stun effect wore off. The long, knobby-looking nose sticking out of the face however, reminded him of a certain must-have equipment a man must not be without.<br><br>“Balls!”<br><br>Winter had no idea whether the designer realized it. But with the monster completely horizontal and the monster’s nose bulbous at the base, the hairy nostrils reminded him of…..<br><br>Well. That. And he blew off the monster’s head. The discharge echoed around the cave walls. He spoke the final word of the spell accidentally.<br><br>“Oops. Fire.”<br><br>Winter relit the staff again.<br><br>“Oh man. That is nasty.” he muttered to himself.<br><br>The monster’s head was not quite blown off. He glimpsed a severed head that rested with the same nose facing up. It now had curls on the surface hairs.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">’Wish I can unsee that! Serves me right, making jokes!</span> Shuddered Winter.<br><br>It was a guarantee he would not spend more time observing another Cave Dweller too closely. It was truly disappointing that the Cave Dweller dropped nothing!<br> <br>The second type of monster he encountered was named <span style="font-style: italic;">Dirt Mole</span>. Like its name, it was shaped like a mole. Just supersized. It was as large as Winter, and pretty hard to take down, since it had a lot of health. The monster was slow, and blind to boot. He discovered that the more noise he made, the better his chances to dodge the attacks. He hoped the world could forgive him for his terrible singing ability. Winter liked this particular monster, since it gave decent experience and dropped some ores. Silver and Iron.<br><br>He disliked the third and fourth type he encountered. Goblins and Cave Trolls. Goblins came in small swarms of at least four. He had a rather hard time with them, though individually, they were weak. Cave Trolls, looked spindly and emaciated. It was thin, and very angry-looking. Winter had the hardest time fighting this monster, since it was rather quick and had strong attacks. He was forced to use one-handed sword tactics, with another hand holding a fireball for illumination. He leveled up after beating his first troll, skinny as it was. It was awkward since he was unused to swinging a sword one-handed. Something he might need to fix soon. <br><br>Goblins dropped a few coppers, sometimes a silver or two, and bad quality shields and swords, that were put as junk and could be grouped together. It was not equippable by Winter anyway. The rag armor the Goblins wore was the most weight efficient out of the whole loot, aside from money. He dumped the bad quality arms when he was loaded with too much weight.<br><br>As for the Cave Trolls, this particular monster was probably a bad facsimile copy of its stronger cousins. It dropped Troll Tusks, a silver or two, random bits of miscellaneous items like Cheap Leather, Suspicious Meat, or Broken Items. Hell. They were damn poor for Trolls. They did not even use weapons to attack him. The Goblins might be richer in property, though not experience points, than the Trolls.<br><br><br>“Dammit. A dead end!”<br><br>He had already exhausted the third path. He was getting hungry in real life.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">’Might already be dinner time. Time to stop for a bit.’</span><br><br>Winter was forced to logout at the dead end. It was a risk, since any monster that roamed to that spot would still find his avatar there. So far, he had not found a safe zone to log out. He would have liked to find one before logging out. But his stomach, more importantly, his bladder, were more important than the possibility of his avatar dying. Maybe he would respawn somewhere on the surface?<br> <br><br>Dinner for the night was pizza. Double cheese topping with thick crusts, filled in with deep fried fish sticks. The center was a combination of smoked beef, mushrooms and thinly sliced chicken boiled to tenderness, but not too soft. Combined with sweet chili, it was heaven. Recently, Ronald had been ordering delivery from this one local pizzeria. He ordered it up on a whim, since it was close. Only a block away. But keep this up, and he might visit in person to enjoy serious dining there.<br><br>He spent a little time researching the dungeon he fell in. The place was already explored fully, like the previous <span style="font-style: italic;">Forest of Lasem</span>. Supposedly. But nobody ever fell and got sucked into the quicksand, apparently. Even the monster types were different than the surface ones, which mainly comprised of Swamp monsters.<br><br> <br>Winter was grumbling since he found the exit not long after exploring the fourth path. It was a singular path leading outside, without any encounter with monsters. <br><br>By the way, obviously no mobs devoured him while he devoured his own dinner. <br><br>The exit led a good distance away from the hill. From where Winter stood, he could envelop it with his hand. A faint sound of drumming could be heard. Winter did recall that the place, or at least the Rainbow Fish, was sacred to the walking reptiles. <br><br>Which it was, but he was not interested in remembering. Too much of a bother, opening the quest details.<br><br>Winter stepped back into the gloom, with his staff relit. He was probably the first one to explore the underground side of this particular dungeon. And so far, he had explored the majority of it already. He might as well go all the way and finish it up. Maybe he could find a treasure chest inside. The experience was not bad. He had leveled up twice so far.<br> <br>What he worried about came true. The fifth path led Winter deeper underground. The walls were also wider, allowing more than one swarm of mobs to hit him. It did not feel like pockets of small rooms. It was as if the previous routes he took were a warm up. The goblins came together now, in a band no less than six. The trolls sometimes came up to three! Even the weak Cave Dwellers meant trouble, since they came in a band larger than the goblins’ sometimes. Winter had numerous close shaves. But he was undeterred now. In fact, he was looking forward to overcoming the challenge himself. He had to sleep after killing a <span style="font-style: italic;">Momma Dirt Mole</span> (Author: I ran out of creative juice a little here!), an upgraded form of the previous monster with larger body, with more health. No kidding! That was the name! It brought a couple of Dirt Moles with it in tow, sometimes. It was pretty late. His mind was beginning to tire.<br> <br><br> <br>“This is really cool!”<br><br>Winter was weaving around, throwing old style boxing jabs. There was a little plus. His fists were on fire!<br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;">Flaming Fist</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">(Fireball Subskill)</span><br><br>Mana Consumption: 10/hour<br><br>Unintended purpose of basic fire magic. Envelopes your fists in flames of your magic. The stronger your magic is, the stronger your attack. <br>+10% melee damage every level of Mana Manipulation mastered.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br> <br>During his usual breakfast, and watching videos about Royal Road, a particular video attracted Ronald’s attention. It showed several ways a spell or ability could be used for something else entirely. Who had heard of using a sword skill for fishing? That was probably the most abused method of fishing, aside from dynamite, that Ronald had ever seen. The rest were pretty ordinary, though ingenious. Like cooking using mage fire, or making stairs beside a cliffside using earth magic.<br><br>Winter probably should have thought of it before. Adria’s serving him a finger up his backside was not a normal spell that would be listed anywhere. After trying a couple times, he managed a bad approximation of a hand using Earth Spike. He needed to put the spell on ‘customize’, then fit the image he had to a template. It was the best he could do, since his art had never been great, proven by the stickmen debacle with Daniel a while ago.<br><br>“Royal Road is truly flexible. You have to search on your own, the limit of what you can do with your given ability. Who knows. Maybe you will find something cool.” Were the parting words from the video.<br><br><br>“Okay. I got this.”<br><br>Winter gripped his non-iron sword two-handed. How would fireball react when your hands were not pointing anywhere when you cast it? With his fists closed, what yielded were the flaming fists he was waving around.<br><br>“Fireball,” spoke Winter softly.<br><br>The effect was really cool. Flames snaked up his hands to the hilt, then enveloped the whole blade! A freaking flaming sword! He waved it around excitedly. Now he could use swordsmanship without holding the staff! No. Forget about that! This is just.. cool!<br><br>A roaming Cave Troll passed at the edge of his vision. Winter did not hesitate to to test out his flaming sword.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="2"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=99&amp;t=695" target="_blank">&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt; Previous Chapter</a></td><td colspan="2"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=99&amp;t=704" target="_blank">Next Chapter &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;</a></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>==========================================================================================================================================================<br>Author's Note:<br><br>1. Credit to -The Slacker- for the diligent PR<br>2. Special Credit to Veresliosi and Vim1inc for bouncing stuff around<br>3. Do let me know of mistakes you find. Try as me and my PR to spot them, we might miss some.<br>4. Enjoy, folks. </div>

*Pant* *Pant* *Pant* Why am I panting? Because I was running. What am I running away from? The horde of lizardmen behind me. Why they are chasing me? That is a long story. Backtrack to four days ago. Four days ago. I set off for the lake after spending two days going around the city with Adria. I spent a few gold buying her new dresses, some cheap accessories, and a new pair of shoes. At lunch, Minalan joined us. We hung around the porch where the fat cook Sella worked. She provided good meals for cheap. The innkeeper, (who was also her husband) was helpless to interfere. He was not really against the idea, but could not resist to try making profit. I spent a little time doing my own shopping. My armor was set. But I need a fresh stock of bandages, since the gift from Adria was about to run out. I also bought a new traveling bag. More capacity with less weight. Some bits of potions that were surprisingly expensive,too. I had no idea that potions were that expensive in Royal Road. Each cost 5g. I bought three of them (healing pots) for no other reason than that I had spare cash. Some stalls sold Mage spell books, but they were ridiculously expensive since they taught tier 3 magic and above. Okay. Maybe not ridiculously expensive. I was just stingy. Unfortunately, I found no comrades for this trip to leech *ahem* accompany me. Daniel and his group were already inside a dungeon, and did not expect to be back in at least a week. I was not planning to wait that long. Julianne was not in. She probably had class and some social activity people her age should be doing. I was loathe to try my luck with the newbie square again. I had no idea whether any would still remember me. But after my last attempt, I needed time to forget the embarrassment myself. Luckily, I was not the only one looking for the Rainbow Fish. Apparently the theme for this year’s competition would be fish. And Rainbow Fish was the best they could get a hold of around here. So there were several groups that had already set out. And I planned to trail one of the larger groups. It was decidedly odd since there should be groups already coming back to sell their extra fishes. But there were none. It was clear later, that all of them were dead. The group I trailed was dead too. Ambushed, when they neared the top of the rise. Since I was trailing behind, I had more time to escape. And thus was my predicament. Now “This sucks!” I screamed to nobody in particular while running. I was ahead of the pursuing pack of lizards, not by much, since I used Reflex when they drew close. But I had run out of mana to cast another one. It was currently building up at 20/150. Not enough to cast another one while I was cursed. My stamina was running out, too. I had to find a defensible spot at least (option 1: going out with a bang) or somewhere to huddle (option 2: hide and pray) until the horde passed me. Anything (option 3: still thinking!). | Dungeon: Lakeside Swamp | | --- | I was running blindly, when I entered the dungeon. I should have figured there was a reason why the mobs stopped chasing me all of a sudden. *Shuck* *Smack* | You landed on a pool of quicksandYou are unable to moveYou are slowly sinking | | --- | I fell flat on my face. The humanoid lizards were brandishing their weapons. Banging on their shields. Could they not see that I would be dead pretty soon? Well, it took me a little longer to die. I was not struggling too hard to get myself out. I was well and truly stuck. What I did was easing myself onto a vertical position. “Mana Bolt!” I shouted. My right hand cut an arc on the air. I was putting the Macro system I recently discovered in practice. Every time the spell was ready, it fired the spell automatically. It totaled only six times before my Mana petered out. But let nobody say Roland Hanover went quietly. “Ha! Suck on that! Lizards!” I was usually not this sort of excitable person. It ran contrary to the image I have. I figured I could do silly stuff like this since nobody was watching. Raising my right fist in declaration of triumph, my head slowly sank into the quicksand, amidst a localized shower of any objects the hurt lizards could hurl at me. “Oomph!” | Critical Fall Damage. HP -80% | | --- | My landing was not gentle. At least I was not dead. I landed on my face again, however. This time over a hard surface of rough rock. I had no idea what happened. After my whole body sunk fully, I was expecting to die pretty quickly and come back out somewhere. Probably at the edge of the deadly pool. I was instead, on a slow descent down and down, until I fell off a slide somewhere and got myself dumped with a faceplant. ‘This really reminds me of this old movie. A network of underground cave system accessible only by sinking yourself into the quicksand.’ I thought to myself. ’I guess anything is better than being dead.’ Brushing myself, I got up. There was no illumination at all, yet I could vaguely see shapes. “Fire,” I muttered. I was holding a fireball still stuck to my hand. Since I never finished the spell properly, It was stuck at the in-between state until I canceled it or finished it. It was something Tolan showed me, that I never got the chance to put to use up till now. It worked pretty well as a torch. If I was any judge on how long it took me to fall, I could not climb out. The fall was long enough to regenerate a quarter of my mana. Having better illumination, I could see that the spot where I landed had no visible exit for me. I fell to some sort of slightly uneven circular room made of rocks. The sound of dripping water accompanied my short exploration of my immediate surroundings. I discovered six exits from where I was. With no idea which way was the exit. ’Okay. Eat first, then think.’ xXx Winter brought out some smoked rabbit meat he made a while ago. It was not delicious, but filled up his satiety bar just fine. Still better than Rye Bread. Ronald always thinks better after he fills his stomach. He used the time while eating to organize his mind. Let us not talk about what sort of thought resulted, shall we? Ronald sometimes came up with brilliant thoughts and plans. But most of the time, he was making it up as he went along. Several near-bankruptcy experiences spoke of how well-thought out his plans usually were. This time, however, he drew a good solution. ’I will mark out the path I take at every fork, and also mark out the path back to this room.’What is this place anyway.’ The system was mute to his question. Shaking his head, Winter stood up. He took out the mage staff Minalan had gifted to him,and spoke the unfinished fire spell. An orb of fire stuck to the tip of the staff. “Okay. Spelunking.” The first path he took ended up at a dead end, with five forks also leading to dead ends. It was not a long exploration. He did not hesitate to step forward to dark turnings, whereas in real life he would be afraid of something that would jump out. He continuously nibbled on smoked rabbit meat while exploring, continuously refilling his satiety bar. *Thrust* Cave Dweller hissed at Winter. He created some distance between them and swung the staff down forcefully. | Cave Dweller is stunnedcave Dweller is unable to move for six seconds | | --- | “Gotcha!” With glee, Winter drew his sword with his right hand and slashed the monster’s neck. He had spent two full days exploring the network of caves. He had already crossed two out of six paths, and moved to the third. He had begun encountering some mobs on the second path. Cave Dweller, weak humanoid-type enemy, with its body covered in long, shaggy hairs were the majority of the encounters. He could handle one or two at the same time without much effort. Most of his encounters began with him using the staff as a means of defense. Winter did not think of it too much. He thought it was pretty cool, being able to use the staff for illumination. He was grateful at the coincidence, when the first encounter with the Cave Dweller was when one leaped at him from the shadows. He had reflexively smacked the monster down and proceeded to use the staff as a bashing stick. Winter was not used to fighting with one hand holding a sword, and the other holding a fireball, yet. The staff therefore offered the choice of illumination and defense at the same time, without compromising his natural order of universe. People walk using sticks all the time, right? Just too bad the fireball on the tip could not hurt the enemy. *Smack* *Bash* Winter bashed another one over the head, stunning it. The staff was not a suitable killing weapon, since it had weak damage. He took a wound whenever he encountered more than one mob, since he had to re-sheath his sword before using the staff again. The other mob always chose that moment to injure him. Tossing the staff away immediately disabled the spell, effectively blinding him. “I got you now.” Winter pinned the Cave Dweller on the neck with his staff. The ethereal fireball on the tip illuminated the face fully. It was still a mass of hair. It struggled immediately when the stun effect wore off. The long, knobby-looking nose sticking out of the face however, reminded him of a certain must-have equipment a man must not be without. “Balls!” Winter had no idea whether the designer realized it. But with the monster completely horizontal and the monster’s nose bulbous at the base, the hairy nostrils reminded him of….. Well. That. And he blew off the monster’s head. The discharge echoed around the cave walls. He spoke the final word of the spell accidentally. “Oops. Fire.” Winter relit the staff again. “Oh man. That is nasty.” he muttered to himself. The monster’s head was not quite blown off. He glimpsed a severed head that rested with the same nose facing up. It now had curls on the surface hairs. ’Wish I can unsee that! Serves me right, making jokes! Shuddered Winter. It was a guarantee he would not spend more time observing another Cave Dweller too closely. It was truly disappointing that the Cave Dweller dropped nothing! The second type of monster he encountered was named Dirt Mole. Like its name, it was shaped like a mole. Just supersized. It was as large as Winter, and pretty hard to take down, since it had a lot of health. The monster was slow, and blind to boot. He discovered that the more noise he made, the better his chances to dodge the attacks. He hoped the world could forgive him for his terrible singing ability. Winter liked this particular monster, since it gave decent experience and dropped some ores. Silver and Iron. He disliked the third and fourth type he encountered. Goblins and Cave Trolls. Goblins came in small swarms of at least four. He had a rather hard time with them, though individually, they were weak. Cave Trolls, looked spindly and emaciated. It was thin, and very angry-looking. Winter had the hardest time fighting this monster, since it was rather quick and had strong attacks. He was forced to use one-handed sword tactics, with another hand holding a fireball for illumination. He leveled up after beating his first troll, skinny as it was. It was awkward since he was unused to swinging a sword one-handed. Something he might need to fix soon. Goblins dropped a few coppers, sometimes a silver or two, and bad quality shields and swords, that were put as junk and could be grouped together. It was not equippable by Winter anyway. The rag armor the Goblins wore was the most weight efficient out of the whole loot, aside from money. He dumped the bad quality arms when he was loaded with too much weight. As for the Cave Trolls, this particular monster was probably a bad facsimile copy of its stronger cousins. It dropped Troll Tusks, a silver or two, random bits of miscellaneous items like Cheap Leather, Suspicious Meat, or Broken Items. Hell. They were damn poor for Trolls. They did not even use weapons to attack him. The Goblins might be richer in property, though not experience points, than the Trolls. “Dammit. A dead end!” He had already exhausted the third path. He was getting hungry in real life. ’Might already be dinner time. Time to stop for a bit.’ Winter was forced to logout at the dead end. It was a risk, since any monster that roamed to that spot would still find his avatar there. So far, he had not found a safe zone to log out. He would have liked to find one before logging out. But his stomach, more importantly, his bladder, were more important than the possibility of his avatar dying. Maybe he would respawn somewhere on the surface? Dinner for the night was pizza. Double cheese topping with thick crusts, filled in with deep fried fish sticks. The center was a combination of smoked beef, mushrooms and thinly sliced chicken boiled to tenderness, but not too soft. Combined with sweet chili, it was heaven. Recently, Ronald had been ordering delivery from this one local pizzeria. He ordered it up on a whim, since it was close. Only a block away. But keep this up, and he might visit in person to enjoy serious dining there. He spent a little time researching the dungeon he fell in. The place was already explored fully, like the previous Forest of Lasem. Supposedly. But nobody ever fell and got sucked into the quicksand, apparently. Even the monster types were different than the surface ones, which mainly comprised of Swamp monsters. Winter was grumbling since he found the exit not long after exploring the fourth path. It was a singular path leading outside, without any encounter with monsters. By the way, obviously no mobs devoured him while he devoured his own dinner. The exit led a good distance away from the hill. From where Winter stood, he could envelop it with his hand. A faint sound of drumming could be heard. Winter did recall that the place, or at least the Rainbow Fish, was sacred to the walking reptiles. Which it was, but he was not interested in remembering. Too much of a bother, opening the quest details. Winter stepped back into the gloom, with his staff relit. He was probably the first one to explore the underground side of this particular dungeon. And so far, he had explored the majority of it already. He might as well go all the way and finish it up. Maybe he could find a treasure chest inside. The experience was not bad. He had leveled up twice so far. What he worried about came true. The fifth path led Winter deeper underground. The walls were also wider, allowing more than one swarm of mobs to hit him. It did not feel like pockets of small rooms. It was as if the previous routes he took were a warm up. The goblins came together now, in a band no less than six. The trolls sometimes came up to three! Even the weak Cave Dwellers meant trouble, since they came in a band larger than the goblins’ sometimes. Winter had numerous close shaves. But he was undeterred now. In fact, he was looking forward to overcoming the challenge himself. He had to sleep after killing a Momma Dirt Mole (Author: I ran out of creative juice a little here!), an upgraded form of the previous monster with larger body, with more health. No kidding! That was the name! It brought a couple of Dirt Moles with it in tow, sometimes. It was pretty late. His mind was beginning to tire. “This is really cool!” Winter was weaving around, throwing old style boxing jabs. There was a little plus. His fists were on fire! | Flaming Fist (Fireball Subskill)Mana Consumption: 10/hourUnintended purpose of basic fire magic. Envelopes your fists in flames of your magic. The stronger your magic is, the stronger your attack. +10% melee damage every level of Mana Manipulation mastered. | | --- | During his usual breakfast, and watching videos about Royal Road, a particular video attracted Ronald’s attention. It showed several ways a spell or ability could be used for something else entirely. Who had heard of using a sword skill for fishing? That was probably the most abused method of fishing, aside from dynamite, that Ronald had ever seen. The rest were pretty ordinary, though ingenious. Like cooking using mage fire, or making stairs beside a cliffside using earth magic. Winter probably should have thought of it before. Adria’s serving him a finger up his backside was not a normal spell that would be listed anywhere. After trying a couple times, he managed a bad approximation of a hand using Earth Spike. He needed to put the spell on ‘customize’, then fit the image he had to a template. It was the best he could do, since his art had never been great, proven by the stickmen debacle with Daniel a while ago. “Royal Road is truly flexible. You have to search on your own, the limit of what you can do with your given ability. Who knows. Maybe you will find something cool.” Were the parting words from the video. “Okay. I got this.” Winter gripped his non-iron sword two-handed. How would fireball react when your hands were not pointing anywhere when you cast it? With his fists closed, what yielded were the flaming fists he was waving around. “Fireball,” spoke Winter softly. The effect was really cool. Flames snaked up his hands to the hilt, then enveloped the whole blade! A freaking flaming sword! He waved it around excitedly. Now he could use swordsmanship without holding the staff! No. Forget about that! This is just.. cool! A roaming Cave Troll passed at the edge of his vision. Winter did not hesitate to to test out his flaming sword. | [<<<<< Previous Chapter](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=99&t=695) | | [Next Chapter >>>>>](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=99&t=704) | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | ========================================================================================================================================================== Author's Note: 1. Credit to -The Slacker- for the diligent PR 2. Special Credit to Veresliosi and Vim1inc for bouncing stuff around 3. Do let me know of mistakes you find. Try as me and my PR to spot them, we might miss some. 4. Enjoy, folks.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #000080;">Battle Maiden</span><br>Book 2 : Two Paths<br>Chapter 2 : White Collar, Swindles</span></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*****</span></div><br><br>A huge cavern filled with filth, and had a rotten smell. The darkness in it was chased away by a crackling fire, that was feasting on the carcasses littered around the floor. The elite guards of the dungeon’s boss, turned into a source of light by the invader. The lone invader had to improvise, as his torch would soon be extinguished.<br><br>The invader dressed in a jet black fur coat, looted from one of the higher-ranking minions. By his side, there was an iron sword, cracked, and stained with blood, clearly showing that it had been through many battles, and survived. Sweat and blood sullied his pretty face, but his gaze was as sharp as ever. Amongst all his features, his blue hair seemed out of place.<br><br>Not knowing whether the boss was capable of understanding him, Spoon just had to put out a cool line (as he proclaimed).<br><br>“So.. It’s just you and me now..”<br><br>The dungeon boss, a bipedal rat twice his height, wore a makeshift scale mail made from scrap metals and bones. In its hand was a huge club, with spikes protruding around the head. It was the biggest opponent Spoon had ever faced. Yet fear did not came to him.<br><br>He was too tired to even feel fear. It had been more than a week of him going in and out of the dungeon. trying to kill every single rat inside. His only break time was when he had to go to the blacksmith to fix his equipment, and even then, he had to undergo an hour of walking. He intended to finish this, here and now.<br><br>Sword readied, he walked towards the huge rat. The beast, watched him getting closer. Then suddenly charged at Spoon with the club raised. For its size, its speed was incredibly high, catching Spoon by surprise. The club swung down on Spoon, barely deflected by his sword. Spoon lost almost half his life, and the durability of his sword fell drastically.<br><br>Kicking the ground with all his might, Spoon managed to gain some distance between them. However, there was no room for comfort, as the feral beast immediately started charging at him again. This time, it swung its club horizontally, sweeping everything in its path. Spoon managed to jump in time to evade the attack completely, striking back with a strong, solid attack to its hand.<br><br>Spoon’s counterattack was strong enough to disarm the giant rat’s spiky club. Now, Spoon could stop worrying about the crushing blow of the club. Instead, he now had to worry about two sharp sets of claws.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘I should have gone for the legs.’<br><br>‘Disable its speed first.’<br></span><br>Waiting for an opening, Spoon could only evade the relentless attack of his foe. Ever since it was wounded, its attacks became much fiercer. Spoon chose to only evade and not block, since his sword looked very brittle at this point.<br><br>Some time passed, and Spoon was still unable to find the right opening to strike the the legs he was hoping to disable.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘It was much easier when Sera was here.’<br><br>‘But I’m much stronger now. Why can’t I find any openings?’<br><br>‘What’s the difference between then and now?’<br><br>‘We made an opening for each other.. That’s it!’</span><br><br>“You don’t simply find an opening, you make one!”<br><br>Spoon jumped backwards again, trying to gain some distance. As expected, the rat soon charged at him. Enemy AI had a certain pattern in fighting, and once you learnt it, fighting them would be easier.<br><br>Spoon was waiting for the rat’s forward lunge. He kicked the dirt on the ground, towards at the beast’s eyes. Startled at the sudden lost in vision, the huge rat tumbled and rolled on the ground.<br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br>‘From the way it held the club, it’s right-handed.. Left leg it is.’</span><br><br>The opening Spoon had created wouldn’t last long, so he immediately went straight towards the beast with his sword held in both hands. Sending his sword diagonally downwards with all his strength, he aimed at the rat’s hind leg.<br><br>“Focused Strike!!”<br><br>The sword strikes cleanly sliced through the thick leg, scattering blood, dirt and debris along the way. He had leveled up the skill quite significantly, as it was the only offensive skill he knew. However, abusing the skill had caused the sword durability to drop very fast quickly. He had to limit the usage to only when he was sure the attack would connect.<br><br>A long,crack line appeared on the sword. Spoon was getting worried. But the opportunity presented in front of him was very tempting. He had a clear shot for a second attack on the rat’s tail. Remembering Sera telling him that the tail was a weak spot, he decided to go for a second focused strike.<br><br>“Focused Strike!!”<br><br>Connecting the first strike to the second focused strike, the sword slashed upwards, severing the tail. Feeling greedy, Spoon decided to push for a third attack, only to be knocked away mid swing by the rat's desperate retaliation.<br><br>His greed caused his health to drop to in the red zone, below 20%.<br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br>'It seems like it's anyone's game now.'</span><br><br>Spoon and the huge rat struggled to stand up, as both had received a sizeable amount of damage. As Spoon tried using his sword as support to help him get up, he fell face first, eating dirt. He had realised something.<br><br>His sword had broken in half.<br><br>The good news was, the broken half was embedded in the giant rat's back. Must have sunk in during the attempt on the third attack. Still, to lose your sword here in this situation was never a good thing.<br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br>'Well, I still have one third of a sword in my hand..'<br><br>‘A game won’t be fun without challenges after all.’</span><br><br>“Let’s end this now!”<br><br>Spoon charged forward, betting his life on a full on melee. The rat, unable to stand on its hind legs, was now in a crouching position. It mirrored Spoon’s charge, hoping its size advantage would secure its victory in a frontal clash.<br><br>Which would definitely have been the case, if it still had all its appendages intact.<br><br>The beast swayed from side to side as it charged, unstable due to the fact it had an injured arm, a missing hind leg and tail. Still, the force of it’s charge was not to be underestimated, as the ground shook every time the beast propelled itself forward.<br><br>Spoon took advantage of this weakness, changing the course of his charge at the last moment. The huge rat was unable to go against its own momentum, and slid past on Spoon’s his right. As it desperately tried to stop its huge body, Spoon ran towards its exposed back. His eyes were fixed on the piece of his blade which was still stuck on the rat’s back.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘Let’s find out if my skill can apply to any attack’</span><br><br>Spoon leapt as high as he could and as fast as he could, clearly intending to take a shot at the rat’s exposed back. But instead of his sword, he had a different thing in mind.<br><br>“Rider Kick!!”<br><br>Well, it’s a focused strike using a kick attack. He was already at the level where he no longer needed to shout out the skill name to activate it. Regardless, it did what Spoon intended it to do. Aimed at the blade protruding out of the rat’s body, he hammered it deeper into the rat’s body. Deep enough that you could no longer see the blade on the beast’s back, and for the tip of the blade to pierce its chest.<br><br>The kick however, damaged himself, as Spoon only wore beginner shoes for protection. His mobility was greatly reduced. He took some damage, leaving himself with a meager fifty health.<br><br>Spoon was sure that his last attack did some significant damage to his opponent too.<br><br>But the rat just refused to die. Both of them, mere inches from each other, could no longer move from where they stood. Spoon did not have enough stamina for another focused strike, so he slashed with whatever was left of his sword.<br><br>Not even as long as a dagger, Spoon brought down slash upon slash on the grounded rat. The master of the dungeon was at his mercy, as he expended the last of his strength, slowly finishing it off. Slowly burning off in a gray flame as if vaporizing into smoke, the huge rat dissipated.<br><br>The invader had triumphed. Spoon had won.<br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br>*Ttring*</span><br><br>A system message rang out. A feminine voice followed right after.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">-You have leveled up-<br><br>-You have leveled up-<br><br>-You have leveled up-</span><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br>‘Three levels for this fight alone.’</span><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">*Ttring*</span><br><br>Another rang before he could do anything.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Quest objective met, report the result to receive reward-</span><br><br>This was followed by many more rings, informing all the stats and skills increased from the fight. The deadly fight bore its fruit, and the rewards reaped were sweet. Still, Spoon’s face showed no happiness, for his sword had broken.<br><br>He rummaged through the place where the huge rat died, and collected all the blade pieces. His prized sword was broken into three separate pieces. The loot he gained from the mob boss totaled to 1 gold piece and 46 silvers, plus two other items.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rattenkönig Charm</span> (Necklace, Accessory)</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">A necklace made from intertwining rat tails. Mysteriously give it’s owner a <br>high resistance towards poison and plague.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Durability </span>: 28/30<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Equip</span><br>+ 10 Wisdom<br>- 25 Beauty (Wearing this will temporarily gives the owner the beauty stats <br>if (s)he does not have it, and set it to -30)<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bonus effect</span><br>+ Increases poison resistance.<br>+ Immunity from hygiene related disease.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Limitation</span><br>Level 25 +</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rat King Hood</span> (Hood, Head)</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">The hood provides decent defense and gives its wearer some resistance to poisoning. <br>Made from sable black fur, the wearer is less visible under the cover of darkness.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Durability </span>: 54/65<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Equip</span><br>+ 200 health<br>+ 20 defense rating<br>+ 20 Vitality<br>+ 200 Stamina<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bonus effect</span><br>+ Increases poison resistance.<br>+ Rodent-type creatures will not engage you in battle when worn<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Limitation</span>Level 32 +<br>Vitality 60 +</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>“This items are quite good, but why does it have to be so freaking ugly??”<br><br>The necklace, could be hidden under his tunic. But the effect would still take place, giving him a beauty stat of minus thirty.<br><br>The hood, a unique item dropped by a boss class monster, would give a huge bonus that would help his survivability a lot at his level. It’s black color complemented the cloak he got previously, and by wearing all three equipment, he was practically immune to any type of poison. The sad thing was, the hood had a huge rat ears design coming out from the sides; making it’s wearer look like a Mickey Mouse cosplayer. Good things always come with a catch.<br><br>“I wonder if I can get my sword fixed..”<br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*****</span></div><br><br><br>Sera grumbled as she headed towards the south gate. It’s not like she had a choice, she had to go in order to get her shield back.<br><br>Not all was bad though. She did buy a new outfit to replace her tattered beginner outfit. Nothing fancy, just another dress of higher quality. She bought it on a whim, as the dress looked nice and easy to move in.<br><br>Sera found out from the clothing store owner that the blacksmith was shut down due to some accident, and a knight had been sent to investigate the cause. Which explained what Vanessa was doing in the store; sleeping on the job.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘It’s full of foot-soldiers,’</span> thought Sera, who just arrived at the southern district.<br><br>The southern part of the city was where the barracks and command post for the royal army in Greyhold was located. This was made so as to ease the exploration and as a defense from unknown dangers of the southern lands.<br><br>The southern gate was still a 30-minute walk away, yet she could already see the huge gate from where she stood. The city was not named the fort city for nothing. It was here that the first global event had taken place, a siege by a massive goblin army. Those who took part would say their victory was thanks to the city’s impenetrable walls.<br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br>‘From the looks of it, they are preparing for another expedition.’</span><br><br>Exploration was a vital part in Royal Road. In the beginning, all players had to start in the central continent. Other cities only became available after a player discovered it, some offering a high reward quest to the one who first step foot in the place. The benefits, such as discounts and fame from exploration, made guilds compete with each other in order to spread their influence, and secure their foothold in the Versailles continent.<br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br>‘It must be the reason why she told me to come here.’<br><br>‘That might be her.’</span><br><br>Vanessa was easy to spot, due to her tall build. She was giving orders to the soldiers, sending them running around on errands. Next to her, was a small figure, half of Vanessa’s height, dressed in a pure white robe. As Sera moved closer, it became apparent that the robed figure was a Priest of Freya.<br><br>“Hey, you made it!” Vanessa shouted as she spotted Sera.<br><br>“I had to, you still have my shield..”<br><br>“Well, you asked me to get it fixed. The blacksmith is shut down, so I had to bring it here. One of my men is fixing it right now as we speak,” Vanessa showed no guilt, as if her action was the only right thing to do.<br><br>“You could at least have told her, Van,” the robed person finally spoke, looking up at Vanessa.<br><br>“I really thought there was no need for it,” Vanessa shrugged it off.<br><br>The robed man let out a sigh. It seemed like the two were close. Shorter than Sera, he looked like a small child, yet his voice and the way he acted made him seem like an adult. As if noticing the curious gaze Sera directed at him, he introduced himself.<br><br>“Please don’t be alarmed. I’m actually older than I look.”<br><br>“My name is Reghas, a Priest of Freya. I’m a halfling.I hope that answers your curiosity.”<br><br>“And that girl is Sera. Yeah, she is quite rude. She did not introduce herself first when she met me,” Vanessa cut in before Sera could even utter a single word.<br><br>“I thought you were the blacksmith..”<br><br>“So you’re saying you don’t need to greet a blacksmith properly?”<br><br>‘There is no winning against her.’<br><br>“I’ll admit my mistake. My apologies.”<br><br>Sometimes, the fastest way to end an unwanted conversation was to just agree to whatever they said.<br><br>“Don’t worry, I understand your confusion. A halfling is usually more hairy than this guy,” Vanessa broke out into her trademark laughter.<br><br>‘And she said I’m the rude one.’<br><br>“The goddess Freya loves beauty; as a priest of her order, I should maintain my looks at all times,”explained the priest.<br><br>“Yeah. He’s shaved so much that he has intermediate level in dagger mastery from only shaving his beard,” Vanessa laughed even louder.<br><br>“Yes, very funny,” Reghas commented sarcastically.<br><br>“Actually, it’s still in beginner level 8,” He added, correcting Vanessa.<br><br>“And I’m pretty sure that it’s a useful skill in a pinch,” he showed no sign of annoyance at Vanessa’s teasing.<br><br>‘Weird pair.’<br><br>“Excuse me, but I’m sure you called me here for a reason,” Sera cut in, “Plus, I really want that shield back..”<br><br>“Very well,” Vanessa said as she waved her hands to the priest, “I believe you can handle things from here, I’m going to take the little miss on a walk.”<br><br>Reghas nodded, and went on his own way. Vanessa patted Sera’s back with such strength that you might as well call it a slap, telling her to follow.<br><br>“Show me your stats.”<br><br>Sera saw no reason not to. It might also make the walk less awkward for her. A simple voice command allowed Vanessa to see Sera’s stat window, which was usually private. Vanessa’s eyes were beaming as she studied the numbers in front of her.<br><br>“I knew you were interesting.. But this..” Vanessa’s eyes jumped back and forth from the status window to Sera,“A flower with thorns, I expected that much. It seems like I misjudged how sharp the thorns are.”<br><br>Sera gave a confused look. She never saw what others’ stats looked like, and therefore did not have any idea of how much her stats outclassed most players around her level. The only person she fought with was around her level and had almost the same stats, but was overall better in terms of fighting. She thought she was weak.<br><br>”What do you mean?”<br><br>“You have a very strong foundation. And your skills, are very well rounded,” Vanessa moved her finger to operate the floating window, the skill list soon showing up.<br><br>“Sword Mastery Beginner 7, Shield Mastery Beginner 4, Bandaging Beginner 1, Cooking Beginner 1, Identify Beginner 1, some weird skill.. Herbology Beginner 3..”<br><br>Many of her skills were obtained from reading books in the library. Since she was mostly cooped up indoors, she did not have the opportunity to raise the skill levels of most of her skills.<br><br>“I can see why you said my stats are well rounded, but saying I’m strong is a bit over the top,” Sera said.<br><br>“I’ve had a hard time fighting rats. Only managed to beat them with some help,” she explained. She did not want Vanessa to have too high of an expectation towards her.<br><br>“Don’t worry about that. Me and Reghas will be your guide,” Vanessa slammed her fist on her chest plate, showing confidence.<br><br>“I did say that I will help you become stronger,”after she said that, she stopped walking. They had arrived at their destination. It was a barrack, filled with soldiers, and quite a number of clerics and paladins. They were busy loading supplies into wagons lined outside the premises.<br><br>“Biggs! Wedge!” Vanessa called out two names with a loud bellowing voice. In an instant, all eyes were fixed on her. Two men soon came running with great haste.<br><br>“Yessir!” The two men yelled in unison as they stood at attention. These two, Sera presumed, must be Biggs and Wedge.<br><br>“Bring me the shield I told you to fix yesterday. Also bring some armors for recruits. On the double!”<br><br>As soon as Vanessa finished her sentence, the two men scampered away. Vanessa then turned her attention back to Sera, smiling, showing her full set of teeth. You would think with all that laughing and yelling, most of her teeth would have long fall off.<br><br>“Now where was I?” Vanessa asked. Maybe she was a bit senile after all.<br><br>“Guiding me?”<br><br>“Of course! The army and the church have agreed to work together in an expedition towards the south. Reghas and I will lead this expedition, as the representative of both sides.”<br><br>“Let me guess, you want me to come along?”<br><br>“It’s very obvious isn’t it?” Vanessa exclaimed, adding the trademark laugh of hers.<br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br>‘I really don’t want to leave the city.. But an expedition like this means free food, plus they have their own blacksmiths and cooks. When the church is involved, I hear the rewards will be high.’</span><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br>‘It should be safe, travelling in a big group. Just tag along and leech off them for a week or two.’</span><br><br>Since Sera couldn’t think of any disadvantage of joining the expedition, other than having to leave the comfort of the city, she decided that it’s a good deal overall.<br><br>“It’s a very tempting offer, so I think I’ll accept it.”<br><br>“Offer? I think you’re a bit confused here,” Vanessa said, no longer smiling.<br><br>“Eh? What do you mean?”<br><br>“This is not an offer my dear. This is your payment for me to repair your shield. You will serve me until the expedition ends,” at the end of her explanation, she laughed again, much louder this time.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘This old hag does things as she please!’</span><br><br>A quest window regarding the expedition popped up, at the bottom was written in bold “You cannot refuse the quest.”<br><br>Sera had been scammed!<br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*****</span></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">&lt;&lt;Prev</span><span style="color: #BFFFBF;"> - - - - </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Next&gt;&gt;</span><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=68&amp;t=501" target="_blank"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/xcc1QEF.png" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fi.imgur.com%2fxcc1QEF.png"></a><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=68&amp;t=670&amp;p=2765#p2765" target="_blank"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/HF3aiKG.png" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fi.imgur.com%2fHF3aiKG.png"></a></div><br><br><blockquote><cite>Author Wrote: </cite>It's a late update. So I apologize for that.<br>Credits for PR goes to someone who wished not to be named. The person preferred to hide in the shadow, stealthily. <br>Comment or advice is highly appreciated, especially the battle scenes. I always struggle with battle scenes.</blockquote><br> </div>

Battle Maiden Book 2 : Two Paths Chapter 2 : White Collar, Swindles ***** A huge cavern filled with filth, and had a rotten smell. The darkness in it was chased away by a crackling fire, that was feasting on the carcasses littered around the floor. The elite guards of the dungeon’s boss, turned into a source of light by the invader. The lone invader had to improvise, as his torch would soon be extinguished. The invader dressed in a jet black fur coat, looted from one of the higher-ranking minions. By his side, there was an iron sword, cracked, and stained with blood, clearly showing that it had been through many battles, and survived. Sweat and blood sullied his pretty face, but his gaze was as sharp as ever. Amongst all his features, his blue hair seemed out of place. Not knowing whether the boss was capable of understanding him, Spoon just had to put out a cool line (as he proclaimed). “So.. It’s just you and me now..” The dungeon boss, a bipedal rat twice his height, wore a makeshift scale mail made from scrap metals and bones. In its hand was a huge club, with spikes protruding around the head. It was the biggest opponent Spoon had ever faced. Yet fear did not came to him. He was too tired to even feel fear. It had been more than a week of him going in and out of the dungeon. trying to kill every single rat inside. His only break time was when he had to go to the blacksmith to fix his equipment, and even then, he had to undergo an hour of walking. He intended to finish this, here and now. Sword readied, he walked towards the huge rat. The beast, watched him getting closer. Then suddenly charged at Spoon with the club raised. For its size, its speed was incredibly high, catching Spoon by surprise. The club swung down on Spoon, barely deflected by his sword. Spoon lost almost half his life, and the durability of his sword fell drastically. Kicking the ground with all his might, Spoon managed to gain some distance between them. However, there was no room for comfort, as the feral beast immediately started charging at him again. This time, it swung its club horizontally, sweeping everything in its path. Spoon managed to jump in time to evade the attack completely, striking back with a strong, solid attack to its hand. Spoon’s counterattack was strong enough to disarm the giant rat’s spiky club. Now, Spoon could stop worrying about the crushing blow of the club. Instead, he now had to worry about two sharp sets of claws. ‘I should have gone for the legs.’ ‘Disable its speed first.’ Waiting for an opening, Spoon could only evade the relentless attack of his foe. Ever since it was wounded, its attacks became much fiercer. Spoon chose to only evade and not block, since his sword looked very brittle at this point. Some time passed, and Spoon was still unable to find the right opening to strike the the legs he was hoping to disable. ‘It was much easier when Sera was here.’ ‘But I’m much stronger now. Why can’t I find any openings?’ ‘What’s the difference between then and now?’ ‘We made an opening for each other.. That’s it!’ “You don’t simply find an opening, you make one!” Spoon jumped backwards again, trying to gain some distance. As expected, the rat soon charged at him. Enemy AI had a certain pattern in fighting, and once you learnt it, fighting them would be easier. Spoon was waiting for the rat’s forward lunge. He kicked the dirt on the ground, towards at the beast’s eyes. Startled at the sudden lost in vision, the huge rat tumbled and rolled on the ground. ‘From the way it held the club, it’s right-handed.. Left leg it is.’ The opening Spoon had created wouldn’t last long, so he immediately went straight towards the beast with his sword held in both hands. Sending his sword diagonally downwards with all his strength, he aimed at the rat’s hind leg. “Focused Strike!!” The sword strikes cleanly sliced through the thick leg, scattering blood, dirt and debris along the way. He had leveled up the skill quite significantly, as it was the only offensive skill he knew. However, abusing the skill had caused the sword durability to drop very fast quickly. He had to limit the usage to only when he was sure the attack would connect. A long,crack line appeared on the sword. Spoon was getting worried. But the opportunity presented in front of him was very tempting. He had a clear shot for a second attack on the rat’s tail. Remembering Sera telling him that the tail was a weak spot, he decided to go for a second focused strike. “Focused Strike!!” Connecting the first strike to the second focused strike, the sword slashed upwards, severing the tail. Feeling greedy, Spoon decided to push for a third attack, only to be knocked away mid swing by the rat's desperate retaliation. His greed caused his health to drop to in the red zone, below 20%. 'It seems like it's anyone's game now.' Spoon and the huge rat struggled to stand up, as both had received a sizeable amount of damage. As Spoon tried using his sword as support to help him get up, he fell face first, eating dirt. He had realised something. His sword had broken in half. The good news was, the broken half was embedded in the giant rat's back. Must have sunk in during the attempt on the third attack. Still, to lose your sword here in this situation was never a good thing. 'Well, I still have one third of a sword in my hand..' ‘A game won’t be fun without challenges after all.’ “Let’s end this now!” Spoon charged forward, betting his life on a full on melee. The rat, unable to stand on its hind legs, was now in a crouching position. It mirrored Spoon’s charge, hoping its size advantage would secure its victory in a frontal clash. Which would definitely have been the case, if it still had all its appendages intact. The beast swayed from side to side as it charged, unstable due to the fact it had an injured arm, a missing hind leg and tail. Still, the force of it’s charge was not to be underestimated, as the ground shook every time the beast propelled itself forward. Spoon took advantage of this weakness, changing the course of his charge at the last moment. The huge rat was unable to go against its own momentum, and slid past on Spoon’s his right. As it desperately tried to stop its huge body, Spoon ran towards its exposed back. His eyes were fixed on the piece of his blade which was still stuck on the rat’s back. ‘Let’s find out if my skill can apply to any attack’ Spoon leapt as high as he could and as fast as he could, clearly intending to take a shot at the rat’s exposed back. But instead of his sword, he had a different thing in mind. “Rider Kick!!” Well, it’s a focused strike using a kick attack. He was already at the level where he no longer needed to shout out the skill name to activate it. Regardless, it did what Spoon intended it to do. Aimed at the blade protruding out of the rat’s body, he hammered it deeper into the rat’s body. Deep enough that you could no longer see the blade on the beast’s back, and for the tip of the blade to pierce its chest. The kick however, damaged himself, as Spoon only wore beginner shoes for protection. His mobility was greatly reduced. He took some damage, leaving himself with a meager fifty health. Spoon was sure that his last attack did some significant damage to his opponent too. But the rat just refused to die. Both of them, mere inches from each other, could no longer move from where they stood. Spoon did not have enough stamina for another focused strike, so he slashed with whatever was left of his sword. Not even as long as a dagger, Spoon brought down slash upon slash on the grounded rat. The master of the dungeon was at his mercy, as he expended the last of his strength, slowly finishing it off. Slowly burning off in a gray flame as if vaporizing into smoke, the huge rat dissipated. The invader had triumphed. Spoon had won. *Ttring* A system message rang out. A feminine voice followed right after. -You have leveled up- -You have leveled up- -You have leveled up- ‘Three levels for this fight alone.’ *Ttring* Another rang before he could do anything. -Quest objective met, report the result to receive reward- This was followed by many more rings, informing all the stats and skills increased from the fight. The deadly fight bore its fruit, and the rewards reaped were sweet. Still, Spoon’s face showed no happiness, for his sword had broken. He rummaged through the place where the huge rat died, and collected all the blade pieces. His prized sword was broken into three separate pieces. The loot he gained from the mob boss totaled to 1 gold piece and 46 silvers, plus two other items. | Rattenkönig Charm (Necklace, Accessory) | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | A necklace made from intertwining rat tails. Mysteriously give it’s owner a high resistance towards poison and plague.Durability : 28/30Equip+ 10 Wisdom- 25 Beauty (Wearing this will temporarily gives the owner the beauty stats if (s)he does not have it, and set it to -30)Bonus effect+ Increases poison resistance.+ Immunity from hygiene related disease.LimitationLevel 25 + | | | | | Rat King Hood (Hood, Head) | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | The hood provides decent defense and gives its wearer some resistance to poisoning. Made from sable black fur, the wearer is less visible under the cover of darkness.Durability : 54/65Equip+ 200 health+ 20 defense rating+ 20 Vitality+ 200 StaminaBonus effect+ Increases poison resistance.+ Rodent-type creatures will not engage you in battle when wornLimitationLevel 32 +Vitality 60 + | | | | “This items are quite good, but why does it have to be so freaking ugly??” The necklace, could be hidden under his tunic. But the effect would still take place, giving him a beauty stat of minus thirty. The hood, a unique item dropped by a boss class monster, would give a huge bonus that would help his survivability a lot at his level. It’s black color complemented the cloak he got previously, and by wearing all three equipment, he was practically immune to any type of poison. The sad thing was, the hood had a huge rat ears design coming out from the sides; making it’s wearer look like a Mickey Mouse cosplayer. Good things always come with a catch. “I wonder if I can get my sword fixed..” ***** Sera grumbled as she headed towards the south gate. It’s not like she had a choice, she had to go in order to get her shield back. Not all was bad though. She did buy a new outfit to replace her tattered beginner outfit. Nothing fancy, just another dress of higher quality. She bought it on a whim, as the dress looked nice and easy to move in. Sera found out from the clothing store owner that the blacksmith was shut down due to some accident, and a knight had been sent to investigate the cause. Which explained what Vanessa was doing in the store; sleeping on the job. ‘It’s full of foot-soldiers,’ thought Sera, who just arrived at the southern district. The southern part of the city was where the barracks and command post for the royal army in Greyhold was located. This was made so as to ease the exploration and as a defense from unknown dangers of the southern lands. The southern gate was still a 30-minute walk away, yet she could already see the huge gate from where she stood. The city was not named the fort city for nothing. It was here that the first global event had taken place, a siege by a massive goblin army. Those who took part would say their victory was thanks to the city’s impenetrable walls. ‘From the looks of it, they are preparing for another expedition.’ Exploration was a vital part in Royal Road. In the beginning, all players had to start in the central continent. Other cities only became available after a player discovered it, some offering a high reward quest to the one who first step foot in the place. The benefits, such as discounts and fame from exploration, made guilds compete with each other in order to spread their influence, and secure their foothold in the Versailles continent. ‘It must be the reason why she told me to come here.’ ‘That might be her.’ Vanessa was easy to spot, due to her tall build. She was giving orders to the soldiers, sending them running around on errands. Next to her, was a small figure, half of Vanessa’s height, dressed in a pure white robe. As Sera moved closer, it became apparent that the robed figure was a Priest of Freya. “Hey, you made it!” Vanessa shouted as she spotted Sera. “I had to, you still have my shield..” “Well, you asked me to get it fixed. The blacksmith is shut down, so I had to bring it here. One of my men is fixing it right now as we speak,” Vanessa showed no guilt, as if her action was the only right thing to do. “You could at least have told her, Van,” the robed person finally spoke, looking up at Vanessa. “I really thought there was no need for it,” Vanessa shrugged it off. The robed man let out a sigh. It seemed like the two were close. Shorter than Sera, he looked like a small child, yet his voice and the way he acted made him seem like an adult. As if noticing the curious gaze Sera directed at him, he introduced himself. “Please don’t be alarmed. I’m actually older than I look.” “My name is Reghas, a Priest of Freya. I’m a halfling.I hope that answers your curiosity.” “And that girl is Sera. Yeah, she is quite rude. She did not introduce herself first when she met me,” Vanessa cut in before Sera could even utter a single word. “I thought you were the blacksmith..” “So you’re saying you don’t need to greet a blacksmith properly?” ‘There is no winning against her.’ “I’ll admit my mistake. My apologies.” Sometimes, the fastest way to end an unwanted conversation was to just agree to whatever they said. “Don’t worry, I understand your confusion. A halfling is usually more hairy than this guy,” Vanessa broke out into her trademark laughter. ‘And she said I’m the rude one.’ “The goddess Freya loves beauty; as a priest of her order, I should maintain my looks at all times,”explained the priest. “Yeah. He’s shaved so much that he has intermediate level in dagger mastery from only shaving his beard,” Vanessa laughed even louder. “Yes, very funny,” Reghas commented sarcastically. “Actually, it’s still in beginner level 8,” He added, correcting Vanessa. “And I’m pretty sure that it’s a useful skill in a pinch,” he showed no sign of annoyance at Vanessa’s teasing. ‘Weird pair.’ “Excuse me, but I’m sure you called me here for a reason,” Sera cut in, “Plus, I really want that shield back..” “Very well,” Vanessa said as she waved her hands to the priest, “I believe you can handle things from here, I’m going to take the little miss on a walk.” Reghas nodded, and went on his own way. Vanessa patted Sera’s back with such strength that you might as well call it a slap, telling her to follow. “Show me your stats.” Sera saw no reason not to. It might also make the walk less awkward for her. A simple voice command allowed Vanessa to see Sera’s stat window, which was usually private. Vanessa’s eyes were beaming as she studied the numbers in front of her. “I knew you were interesting.. But this..” Vanessa’s eyes jumped back and forth from the status window to Sera,“A flower with thorns, I expected that much. It seems like I misjudged how sharp the thorns are.” Sera gave a confused look. She never saw what others’ stats looked like, and therefore did not have any idea of how much her stats outclassed most players around her level. The only person she fought with was around her level and had almost the same stats, but was overall better in terms of fighting. She thought she was weak. ”What do you mean?” “You have a very strong foundation. And your skills, are very well rounded,” Vanessa moved her finger to operate the floating window, the skill list soon showing up. “Sword Mastery Beginner 7, Shield Mastery Beginner 4, Bandaging Beginner 1, Cooking Beginner 1, Identify Beginner 1, some weird skill.. Herbology Beginner 3..” Many of her skills were obtained from reading books in the library. Since she was mostly cooped up indoors, she did not have the opportunity to raise the skill levels of most of her skills. “I can see why you said my stats are well rounded, but saying I’m strong is a bit over the top,” Sera said. “I’ve had a hard time fighting rats. Only managed to beat them with some help,” she explained. She did not want Vanessa to have too high of an expectation towards her. “Don’t worry about that. Me and Reghas will be your guide,” Vanessa slammed her fist on her chest plate, showing confidence. “I did say that I will help you become stronger,”after she said that, she stopped walking. They had arrived at their destination. It was a barrack, filled with soldiers, and quite a number of clerics and paladins. They were busy loading supplies into wagons lined outside the premises. “Biggs! Wedge!” Vanessa called out two names with a loud bellowing voice. In an instant, all eyes were fixed on her. Two men soon came running with great haste. “Yessir!” The two men yelled in unison as they stood at attention. These two, Sera presumed, must be Biggs and Wedge. “Bring me the shield I told you to fix yesterday. Also bring some armors for recruits. On the double!” As soon as Vanessa finished her sentence, the two men scampered away. Vanessa then turned her attention back to Sera, smiling, showing her full set of teeth. You would think with all that laughing and yelling, most of her teeth would have long fall off. “Now where was I?” Vanessa asked. Maybe she was a bit senile after all. “Guiding me?” “Of course! The army and the church have agreed to work together in an expedition towards the south. Reghas and I will lead this expedition, as the representative of both sides.” “Let me guess, you want me to come along?” “It’s very obvious isn’t it?” Vanessa exclaimed, adding the trademark laugh of hers. ‘I really don’t want to leave the city.. But an expedition like this means free food, plus they have their own blacksmiths and cooks. When the church is involved, I hear the rewards will be high.’ ‘It should be safe, travelling in a big group. Just tag along and leech off them for a week or two.’ Since Sera couldn’t think of any disadvantage of joining the expedition, other than having to leave the comfort of the city, she decided that it’s a good deal overall. “It’s a very tempting offer, so I think I’ll accept it.” “Offer? I think you’re a bit confused here,” Vanessa said, no longer smiling. “Eh? What do you mean?” “This is not an offer my dear. This is your payment for me to repair your shield. You will serve me until the expedition ends,” at the end of her explanation, she laughed again, much louder this time. ‘This old hag does things as she please!’ A quest window regarding the expedition popped up, at the bottom was written in bold “You cannot refuse the quest.” Sera had been scammed! ***** <<Prev - - - - Next>> [](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=68&t=501)[](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=68&t=670&p=2765#p2765) > Author Wrote: It's a late update. So I apologize for that. > Credits for PR goes to someone who wished not to be named. The person preferred to hide in the shadow, stealthily. > Comment or advice is highly appreciated, especially the battle scenes. I always struggle with battle scenes.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> The Elemental Brawler<br><br>Chapter 3&nbsp;: Books and bumps<br>Part 1:<br>As he climbed the stair, bent under his load, Cilerius breathed heavily. He didn’t know yet what Bragarthon could want. Probably to scold him for something, but anyway, to climb like that, was already a punishment.<br>Reaching the summit, Cilerius did have a nice surprise:<br>!Ding! stamina +1, resilience +1<br>A long climb with an heavy load proved to be a good physical exercise.<br>'well, at least I will not have done that for nothing'.<br>“wait here, I'm telling the Grandmaster you're here.”<br>“ok...”.<br>And the man who did catch him at his entrance in the city, left him there standing while going to the Grandmaster office door.<br>Other peoples around were whispering, looking at the assistant with envy and at him with scorn. That made Cilerius wonder what was going around, but he didn't get the time to think about, since the assistant was already coming back.<br>“com with me now, the Grandmaster expect you immediately!”<br>“ok...” Cilerius was puzzled by everyone actions and couldn't think of better answers than the shortest one, for now.<br>He headed to the door, knocked on it and got in as soon he heard a loud “Yes! Com here right now”.<br>Inside the office, nothing changed since the last time he was here, when he got his class changed to wizard. Bragarthon was behind his desk, turning his back to the entrance. He stood like that while addressing him:<br>“so, I heard you did perform well in the plains around the city... you even ventured in the forest and found a gnoll nest?”<br>“yes, I did my best to eradicate a maximum of beast around here and, yes, I did discover the gnoll burrow deep in the forest. I'm pretty sure I did my best to improve the wizards standing in the city, since I whipped out the gnoll nest”.<br>“Your best, hu? Yes, i'm pretty sure too, you did your best”. Then Bragarthon rotated to face Cilerius, who for the first time since his arrival, got to look at the Grandmaster face. And it wasn't pretty... he seemed at least annoyed, maybe even angry. “seeing you, I can only acknowledge what was reported to me...”<br>At those words, Cilerius began to worry a little and noted for himself that he would have to look for those who reported so well to the Grandmaster.<br>“Yes... you did your best to desecrate your honorable profession, to wrestle with beast, to, let's say it, shame us all in front of those plebeians playing with sword!”<br>Each words came out louder than the previous one. And he continued:<br>“just look at yourself! Are those rags your robe? I'm almost wondering if by mistake, they let an hobo enter our prestigious tower! Didn't I tell you about elegance? Wasn't I crystal clear about the noblesse of our profession?”<br>*twitch*<br>A vein popping out, Cilerius tried to retort:<br>“well, I sure did have some rough fights and may even had to resort to non-magical means sometimes, but the result is here, the beast are no more and everyone will soon know that a wizard annihilated the gnolls that were a pending threat for Nivese”.<br>“OH! I'm sure they soon will know about yours fights... but they will not know about a wizard disgracing himself by brawling in the mud with beast. No, they will not. No, you will not shame us!”<br>*twitch, twitch*<br>“what do you mean?”<br>“what I mean? WHAT I MEAN? I mean I will not let you drag us in the mire! I mean I ban you from the wizard guild!”<br>!ding! You are banned from the wizard guild.<br>Familiarity with Nivese wizard guild: -200.<br>You no longer have the magic academy blessing<br>Int: -25<br>Wis: -25<br>“and now, get out! Don't afflict us anymore with your presence and go to the quartermaster to return your staff and what's left of your robe. Fail to do so and fear the wrath of the guild!”<br>*twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch*<br>“What the F... !!”<br>Eyes almost bursting out, forehead studded with veins, Cilerius let out that single outburst, clenching his fists, then glaring at the Grandmaster:<br>“Ok... so you do play it like that? So be it... “ 'I don't know how long it will take, but he's so dead!'<br>Never ever make JB angry and if you still do, hope for a quick retaliation... the longer it take to com, the deadliest it is... you can be his enemy, he accept it and it's fair play, but never stab him in the back, he never forget... and obviously, that apply even more to his character, Cilerius, who don't even have the civilization shackles to restrain him...<br>Storming out of the office, even forgetting the weight of his load, Cilerius did look around and could only see hilarious faces, derisive fingers and patronizing eyes.<br>'scratch that, not he, they... they're all so dead'!<br>He took note of each face assembled here, their attire, their mimicry and twitch, everything that could help to recognize them later even without knowing their names.<br>Then, he headed to the stairs and moved down to the quartermaster office.<br>On the way, he checked his status:<br>“Information window”!<br>A system window appeared in from of him, the first time since a while because he didn't check it a lot while he was hunting.<br><br>Avatar name: Cilerius Type: neutral<br>Level: 56 Class: none<br>Title: Scourge of the Pride Blood Pack <br>Fame: 1512 Infamy: 202<br>Life: 6650 (7297) Mana: 7160 (7675)<br>STR: 95 (125) DEX: 90 (120) VIT: 95 (125)<br>Stamina: 65 (75) Resilience: 52 (62) <br>INT: 152 (165) WIS: 146 (161)<br>Concentration: 66 (76) Knowledge: 55 (65)<br>Art: 5 (15) Fighting spirit: 5 (15)<br>Leadership: 0 Luck: 10<br><br>'hu? Fighting spirit? 10 points in luck? I missed those ones... I guess I got it in the fight with Iron Jaw, systems windows flashed a lot at the time. Ok, I already lost the blessing, that's minus 25 INT and WIS, since i'm not wizard anymore, the robe bonus doesn't apply so that's minus 5 INT and WIS... that's the actual situation... and I will lose 5 additional INT and WIS with the staff removed, so 160 INT and 156 WIS... I better check what I can wear soon. And damn... did someone already died in a trap? Useless bastard!'<br>In his mood, Cilerius wasn't really forgiving for people dying due to his traps. Yes, they were his traps, but peoples had eyes...<br>He then proceeded down, underground.<br>There, Sigismond saw him com happily at first, then noticing his mood, grow affected.<br>“I'd like to say I'm happy to see you again, but you seem annoyed, for the least.”<br>“I'm sorry Sigismond, nothing to do with you, I am happy to see you too, but well, up there was aggravating”.<br>“damn, sorry I notice it so late... you're not a wizard anymore? What happened?”<br>“well, long story short, let's say I was being efficient and it didn't please the Grandmaster... I suspect some of the assistant to have reported my way to fight in the worse words available. And this shithead did seem all too happy to ban me of the wizard guild. So here I am to return the equipment you graved me with.”<br>“what the hell? They're still so dumb to expel ones who may prove their best asset? But tell me more about your adventures since the last time I saw you.”<br>“ok... to you I can detail, I guess”.<br>“please do so”<br>And Cilerius began to recount what happened since his departure almost 5 weeks ago.<br>When he was done, Sigismond was facing him silently. Then he told him:<br>“Wow... just wow... now that was epic... and some creative ways to use combined magics and other skills... damn... if I was still Master of the earth school, i'd be delighted to have you around... seriously, I can't imagine what they're thinking up there to cut a so promising student... I know it's insufficient, be let me apologize for the wizardom. Not everyone in the magic profession is so obtuse. Please don't bag us all as the same.”<br>“don't worry about it... I may hold grudges, but only on those who wronged me. And you're far from having done that.”<br>“I'm glad you're not resenting the whole wizard community for the actions of few”.<br>“well, like I said, I'm here to return the stuff I got with my wizard promotion, since I got expelled and Bragarthon want it back...”<br>And Cilerius unequipped the ragged robe and his stuff, turning them back on the desk.<br>“thank you... did you think about what you will do after that?”<br>“not really yet... I must confess I was taken aback a little by these events.”<br>“yes, that's something natural... listen, even if the Nivese wizard guild banned you, you still can join another city wizard guild if you want, given you hold a neutral of better reputation. I even may give you an introduction letter for some the Grandmaster I'm in contact with, if you want.”<br>“thank you, but I may want to test something else. Close and personal doesn't leave a bad after taste.”<br>“hu hu... I understand... then, go return all those objects you collected and finish your assignment with the library cleric, then come back, I'll try to contact some peoples who may offer you alternative opportunities.”<br>“sure. I'm already in your debt Sigismond, so if you get me something interesting, count on my eternal gratitude.”<br>“that's nothing much. A helping hand to a promising guy, it's always a good deal with the future.”<br>“Right. Then it's a deal, I'll com back later, once I'm done with my mission. See you later, Sigismond.”<br>“see you, Cilerius.”<br>And Cilerius left the magic academy compound, with angry gaze directed up the tower and gratitude for the one guy underground.<br><br>After leaving the quartermaster, he headed into the city, seeking a quiet place for what he had to do next. A narrow dead-end alley he found, was the perfect place. Quiet, nobody to disturb him right now, when he was on a short temper moment.<br>There, he unpacked all the loots he got from the boss treasure stash. One by one, he took each object and identified them, getting their owner name and slowly but surely raising his identifying skill.<br>When he was done, his skill had reached beginner 7 and 76% and he had more than one hundred items to return to diverse possessor around the city.<br>Some were for merchants, others for craftsman or guild members and even a few for prominent peoples of the city.<br>With his “shopping list” completed, he headed to the nearest on the list. There, at a bakery stall, he asked the guy standing:<br>“hi, do you happen to be mister Rolfu or do you know him?”<br>“I'm Rolfu, do we know each other?”<br>“not yet... pleased to meet you.”<br>“so, we don't know each other but you know my name... this isn't fair...”<br>“sorry, my mistake... these few weeks alone in the wild fighting beast surely made me forget a little of the common courtesy. My name is Cilerius.” A hint about the difficulties he had to endure was like preparing the stage to show how hard he had to work for his interlocutor.<br>“Cilerius? Hum... and what can I do for you?”<br>“well, it's me who can do something for you. I happen to have found this rolling pin in a den I was exploring and I noticed this little label that seemed to indicate you were its owner. So, even if I had to deviate from my way, I felt obliged to com and return it to you.” Add a hint about how it was detour to increase the worth of his action.<br>“let me see that. Oh, yes, of course, this is mine... I lost it almost three month ago. Since this is a memento for my family, I was really worried. I thank you for taking the time to pick it up and returning it to me. Can I do something to repay you?”<br>“no, your happiness and earnest thank is enough. I like to say: a good deed lighten one's soul.”<br>“what a gentleman! I insist, I'd like to repay you.”<br>“no, no, seriously, it wasn't much”<br>“listen, do you happen to like cake?”<br>“uh yes, of course, like every sane guy, why?”<br>“please, do me the favor to take this one. It's my specialty”<br>!ding! Rolfu hand you and a “Religieuse”. This pastry give a taste of even.<br>!ding! +50 familiarity with Rolfu, +10 familiarity with the Nivese baking guild.<br>“oh, magnificent... I dreamed to eat one of those... I heard tales about the pleasure you were dealing to the connoisseurs. Some people were even saying it was like a legal drug, less the bad effects.”<br>“oh oh oh... you flatter me. But for sure I'm proud of my trade. Hey, don't repeat that to anyone, but since you're a gourmet and I'm in your dept, com back everyday if you fell like it, I'll give you another one. But don't speak about it, a lot of my customers dream of this kind of service and I'd have hard time to say no...”<br>“I'll try not to impose myself too often... I thank you for your kindness. Have a nice day and Freya bless you.”<br>“See you again. Freya bless you too.”<br>No doubt Cilerius crafty talk increased the reward and the familiarity obtained. A few chosen words were enough to increase the effect of an action.<br>Cilerius was about to head to his next “customer” when a vigorous hand caught his shoulder, words following.<br>It was the baker who did that, worrying Cilerius about some misconduct he may have done.<br>“excuse me, but do you happen to be a calligrapher? I noticed your pen...”<br>“yes, I fancy this trade, why?”<br>“I fell bad to ask someone who already helped me, but... may you write a new menu for the shop? I did this old one but my writing has far less elegancy than my pastry skill. I always felt it was lessening my product.”<br><br>!ding! Rolfu ask you to make his new shop's menu.<br>Prerequisite: calligraphy skill and familiarity with the shop owner.<br>Difficulty: E<br>Reward: Rolfu's secret pastry.<br><br>'oh, a quest... seem to be easy and perfect to raise my skill...'<br>“sure, let me see what you want on your menu”<br>You have accepted the quest.<br>“here is the list of the pastries, cakes and breads I'd like on the menu” answered Rolfu, handing him a list writed with a crude style.“Ok, so, you want it on this sign?”<br>“yes please.”<br>“ok, I'm starting on it immediately”<br>Equipping his pen, soaking it in ink, Cilerius began to write with the highest care.<br>It took him 20 minutes to finish, since he did use extra care. Upon completion, a system window appeared:<br>!ding! A fine work.<br>The work of a talented calligrapher.<br>Special effect apply on the sign write with talent.<br>Effect: add extra appeal to the shop. Increase the customer willingness to pay for their order.<br>The shopkeeper may slightly increase the price of his products without bad effect.<br>For completing a fine work, you gain +1 Dex, Concentration, Knowledge, INT, WIS. +5 Art.<br>Your calligraphy skill raise. Calligraphy beginner level 4 (79%)<br>Your handicraft skill raise moderately. Handicraft beginner level 6 (65%)<br>Cilerius had already raised his handicraft skill with all his cooking and trap factoring and gained a whole 15% with this, and 55% raise for his calligraphy.<br>“Perfect... what an artwork... you really did me a favor with this one. I fell almost ashamed to display that outside.”<br>“Now you flatter me, pleased to have done a good work”<br>“here, take this... this is my special secret pastry. Only the Doge get these... and even him only on special occasion like his election or on new year eve.”<br>You gain experience.<br>You get a legendary pastry, the Eden's kiss.<br>Due your special work, Rolfu reward you with additional money: you receive 5 gold.<br>“many thanks, I'll be sure to savor this dearly. Ask for me if you happen to need for my help.”<br>“I will not fail to do so. Once again, may Freya bless you.”<br>“and you too, good bye.”<br>And Cilerius headed to his next target, enjoying himself.<br>'Not a bad skill... and it did go better than expected. You can't underestimate the power of trade skills. Let's see those pastries.'<br>Religieuse: a rare pastry holding some power.<br>“identify: Religieuse!”<br>Religieuse: this pastry was made by a talented baker. Upon consumption, one will gain awareness of evenly taste.<br>Effect: raise satiety to the maximum.<br>Mana and health regeneration +10% for the duration of the effect.<br>INT, WIS, STA, VIT +15 for the duration of the effect.<br>Permanently raise INT, WIS, STA, VIT +2 on first consumption.<br>Permanently raise Mana and Health regeneration +1% on first consumption.<br><br>“jackpot! The so called hidden effects of trade skills.” ' now, what about the secret one?'<br>Eden's kiss: a very rare pastry holding big power.<br>“identify: Eden's kiss!”<br>!Fail!<br>“identify: Eden's kiss!”<br>!Fail!<br>'damn... it does resist... ok, third time the charm!'<br>“identify: Eden's kiss!”<br>Eden's kiss: this pastry was made by a legendary baker. Upon consumption, one will gain awareness of godly taste.<br>Effect: raise satiety to the maximum.<br>Mana and health regeneration +20% for the duration of the effect.<br>INT, WIS, STA, VIT +35 for the duration of the effect.<br>Permanently raise all stats +5.<br>Permanently raise Mana and Health regeneration +4%.<br>Identifying successfully a rare product raise your identifying skill significantly.<br>Identify: beginner level 9 (13%)<br>“WOOT! Mega jackpot!” he shouted in middle of the street, causing passer-by to look at him with unwanted curiosity. 'oups, I better get out of here...'<br>and he nimbly sneaked between peoples and headed in a narrow passage.<br>'a whopping 137% raise for the skill? The possibility for permanent stats raise? Now that's what I call rewarding hard work.'<br>'now, better remorse than regrets. I may be able to sell those for good money, but I'm sure the effects will better on me... long term planning.'<br>And he began to eat the Eden's kiss.<br><br>!Your satiety raise to the maximum.<br>Mana and health regeneration +20% for the duration of the effect.<br>INT, WIS, STA, VIT +35 for the duration of the effect.<br>Permanently raise all stats +5.<br>Permanently raise Mana and Health regeneration +4%.<br><br>“delicious!” 'now, let's try the Religieuse.'<br><br>!Your satiety raise to the maximum.<br>Mana and health regeneration +10% for the duration of the effect.<br>INT, WIS, STA, VIT +15 for the duration of the effect.<br>Permanently raise INT, WIS, STA, VIT +2.<br>Permanently raise Mana and Health regeneration +1%.<br><br>“succulent!” ' I wonder how many players did try one of those... few I guess. I didn't even see the price for the Religieuse on the list he made me write... let alone the Eden's kiss. Ok, let's carry on... others owners may propose alike deals...'<br>And with a totally switched mood from when he left the magic academy, Cilerius proceeded to the next name on his list.<br>Two days after, he only had left the key to return. Two days returning miscellaneous objects after crafty conversation, then completing various quest, mostly involving calligraphy, good for his skill and getting rewards. Some of the place he visited offered him to learn skills related to his current knowledge, but since he was for now class-less, he couldn’t learn any more skill, having already exceeded the 15 skills limit. Instead, he received vouchers for future skills learning lessons.<br>For example, due to his reputation already acquired with the thief guild and with the additional familiarity for returning some objects and the related skill, trap building, he was invited to come again later to learn basic exploration skills available, sneak and later, hide. Likewise, the assassin guild was ready to teach him about poisons and some other tricks like fire grenade, a alchemist to teach him a little of his trade and the blacksmith also. 3 restaurants also proposed him a training course to teach him uncommon recipes.<br>Evidently, it was only because he already had some required skills, first of all, handicraft, or the minimum stats needed, at least 50 DEX to learn sneak for example.<br>At some other places, he received money or goods. The liquor merchant was very happy to get back his late wife ring, so he rewarded him with a rare vial of Freya’s tears, that Cilerius identified as soon he was alone in an alley, then drank it seeing the effects, same as those from the Eden’s kiss.<br>Being done with returning the items, he unpacked the other loots, sorting the ones that would immediately be sold to some merchant, those for trade with other players and the few rares ones that he intended to keep for himself.<br>For trade, he had 3 rusted chainmails, 2 pairs of leather boots, 3 pairs of leather glove, 4 tattered cloaks and many hunting and war lances, wooden clubs or rusty swords.<br>From the nameds ones, he had looted some equipment he could use.<br>From Iron Jaw, a studded leather tunic and the staff it was using.<br>From *The gnoll Oracle*, leather greaves and a cloak.<br>From *The gnoll archmage*, an earring and a ring.<br>From *The gnoll High Priest*, another earring and a cap.<br>All those seemed of good quality and Cilerius fitted the requirements to wear them. He already had good gloves but could use a better belt and boots of greater quality than those he had looted.<br>Hence, he settled on the marketplace, looking at how other were doing business and once he got the gist of it, began to shout:<br>“for trade or sale, chainmails, leather boots, leather gloves, cloaks, hunting lances, war lances, clubs. Perfect fit for lvl25 and higher. Want to trade for lvl50+ belt, lvl50+ boots or good money. Come see my haul!”<br>Few peoples first cam then more as the message was repeated and rumor of these good newbies equipment were available. For players who wanted to gear-up their friends or guild members to help for a fast leveling, gear like that was really useful. Limited amount and many customers, was the setting for good trades for the provider, Cilerius.<br>Hence, once done with the sale, he got 250 golds, a good leather belt and even a rare item, leather spartan sandals, perfect for him since they were fit for someone who fight with his feet and the seller had hard time to trade for them. In addition, he got a 25% weight reduction gigantic leather bag that he would put to good use, no doubts.<br>Done with his trades and errands, he finally took time to inspect his future gear with more attention:<br>“Identify: leather belt!”<br>Explorer leather belt.<br>A belt made to facilitate explorer job.<br>Durability: 45/60 Defense: 5<br>Level 50 minimum<br>STA: +5 FOR: +5<br>2 pouch attached on the side for fast inventory<br>1 idem space on the inside perfect to hide small items or the smallest kinds of weapon.<br><br>Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (21%)<br><br>“Identify: Oracle cloak!”<br>fail!<br>Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (22%)<br> “Identify: Oracle cloak!”<br>fail!<br>Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (23%)<br>“Identify: Oracle cloak!”<br>Oracle spirit cloak.<br>A leather cloak imbued with the spirit power.<br>Durability: 57/80 Defense: 10<br>Lvl40 minimum<br>DEX: +5<br>All resists: +1%<br>Hiding skill: +1lvl<br>Special property: Unidentified<br><br>Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (28%)<br>'hmmm, still can't reveal everything. I'll have to try again once i reach intermediate level'.<br><br>“identify High Priest cap!”<br>fail!<br>Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (29%)<br>“damn!”<br>“identify High Priest cap!”<br>fail!<br>Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (30%)<br>“seriously?”<br>“identify High Priest cap!”<br><br>Leather cap of the healer.<br>A cap imbued with the healing power.<br>Durability: 49/75 Defense: 5<br>Lvl 45v minimum<br>WIS: +5 INT: +5 Concentration: +5<br>All resists: +1%<br>All healing skills: level +5%<br>All healing effects: +5%<br><br>Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (39%)<br>“ahhh, finally!” ... 'hmmm, that's a good one if I ever learn healing spells... even bandaging seem to be affected. Good catch. Ok, next one'<br>“identify oracle greaves!”<br><br>Greaves of the blood pact.<br>Leather greaves imbued with mysterious power.<br>Durability: 85/100 Defense: 25<br>Level 55 minimum.<br>FOR: +5 DEX: +5 STA: +5 Resilience: +5<br>All resist: +1%<br>Special property: Unidentified<br>Special property: Unidentified<br><br>Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (48%)<br>'they're ok... i wonder what are the unidentified effects...'<br>“identify high priest earring!”<br>fail!<br>Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (49%)<br>'I can keep at it longer than the IA... it's just a matter of mana remaining...'<br>“identify high priest earing!”<br><br>Earring of the dark light.<br>Earring imbued with the power of the dark gods.<br>Durability: 55/60<br>Lvl 50 minimum<br>INT: +10 WIS: +10 Concentration: +10<br>Resist dark magic: +10%<br>Resist poison: +10%<br>All dark magic effects: +10%<br><br>Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (55%)<br>'oooookay... awesome but useless effect I don't have dark magic... good resists and stats bonus thought'.<br>“identify archmage earring!”<br>fail!<br>Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (56%)<br>“identify archmage earring!”<br>!system window!<br>Not enough mana to cast this spell!<br>“arf... “ 'ok... let's meditate to refill my mana... still need to identify 5 items...'<br>Cilerius sat cross-legged and activated the skill:<br>“meditate!”<br>You enter a state of meditation.<br>Meditate skill: beginner 9 (51%)<br>Accordingly to your skill, mana regeneration is increased by 45%.<br>A few minutes later, Cilerius mana was at its fullest and he could resume, alternating fails and success with his identifying skill, finally reaching identify level beginner 9 (91%) and meditate level intermediate 1 (25%) once he was done.<br>The results were:<br><br>Earring of elemental channeling.<br>An earring imbued with elemental power.<br>Durability 55/60<br>Level 50 minimum.<br>INT: +10 WIS: +10 Concentration: +10<br>resist elemental magic (fire, water, earth, air): +10%<br>All elemental magic: -10% mana cost to cast.<br>All elemental magic: +10% effect.<br><br>Ring of the fire mastery.<br>A ring imbued with fire power.<br>Durability: 56/60<br>Level 50 minimum.<br>INT: +10 WIS: +10<br>Resist fire: +10%<br>All fire skills: +1 lvl<br>All fire skills: +10% effect.<br><br>Spartan sandals.<br>A pair of leather sandals fit for fighters.<br>Durability: 80/80 Defense: 5<br>Level 50 minimum.<br>STA: +5 Resilience: +5<br>All foot fighting skills: +10% damage.<br>Stamina consumption: -20%<br><br>Studded leather tunic of the blood pact.<br>A studded tunic imbued with a mysterious power.<br>Durability 81/100 Defense: 35<br>Level 55 minimum.<br>FOR: +5 DEX: +5 STA: +5 Resilience: +5<br>All resist: +2%<br>Special property: Unidentified<br>Special property: Unidentified<br><br>Reinforced bones staff of the blood pact.<br>A bones staff reinforced by blood hardened steel, imbued with a mysterious power.<br>Durability 89/100 damages: 20-30<br>Level 55 minimum.<br>FOR: +5 DEX: +5 STA: +5 Resilience: +5<br>All resist: +2%<br>Special property: Unidentified<br>Special property: Unidentified.<br><br>Done with checking his equipment, for the part he could identify with his current skill, he equipped all the armor parts while keeping the staff in his inventory, since his main melee skill didn't need weapon but only his gloves.<br>He then headed to the library to report his little key seeking trip to his friend, Desmond. </div>

The Elemental Brawler Chapter 3 : Books and bumps Part 1: As he climbed the stair, bent under his load, Cilerius breathed heavily. He didn’t know yet what Bragarthon could want. Probably to scold him for something, but anyway, to climb like that, was already a punishment. Reaching the summit, Cilerius did have a nice surprise: !Ding! stamina +1, resilience +1 A long climb with an heavy load proved to be a good physical exercise. 'well, at least I will not have done that for nothing'. “wait here, I'm telling the Grandmaster you're here.” “ok...”. And the man who did catch him at his entrance in the city, left him there standing while going to the Grandmaster office door. Other peoples around were whispering, looking at the assistant with envy and at him with scorn. That made Cilerius wonder what was going around, but he didn't get the time to think about, since the assistant was already coming back. “com with me now, the Grandmaster expect you immediately!” “ok...” Cilerius was puzzled by everyone actions and couldn't think of better answers than the shortest one, for now. He headed to the door, knocked on it and got in as soon he heard a loud “Yes! Com here right now”. Inside the office, nothing changed since the last time he was here, when he got his class changed to wizard. Bragarthon was behind his desk, turning his back to the entrance. He stood like that while addressing him: “so, I heard you did perform well in the plains around the city... you even ventured in the forest and found a gnoll nest?” “yes, I did my best to eradicate a maximum of beast around here and, yes, I did discover the gnoll burrow deep in the forest. I'm pretty sure I did my best to improve the wizards standing in the city, since I whipped out the gnoll nest”. “Your best, hu? Yes, i'm pretty sure too, you did your best”. Then Bragarthon rotated to face Cilerius, who for the first time since his arrival, got to look at the Grandmaster face. And it wasn't pretty... he seemed at least annoyed, maybe even angry. “seeing you, I can only acknowledge what was reported to me...” At those words, Cilerius began to worry a little and noted for himself that he would have to look for those who reported so well to the Grandmaster. “Yes... you did your best to desecrate your honorable profession, to wrestle with beast, to, let's say it, shame us all in front of those plebeians playing with sword!” Each words came out louder than the previous one. And he continued: “just look at yourself! Are those rags your robe? I'm almost wondering if by mistake, they let an hobo enter our prestigious tower! Didn't I tell you about elegance? Wasn't I crystal clear about the noblesse of our profession?” *twitch* A vein popping out, Cilerius tried to retort: “well, I sure did have some rough fights and may even had to resort to non-magical means sometimes, but the result is here, the beast are no more and everyone will soon know that a wizard annihilated the gnolls that were a pending threat for Nivese”. “OH! I'm sure they soon will know about yours fights... but they will not know about a wizard disgracing himself by brawling in the mud with beast. No, they will not. No, you will not shame us!” *twitch, twitch* “what do you mean?” “what I mean? WHAT I MEAN? I mean I will not let you drag us in the mire! I mean I ban you from the wizard guild!” !ding! You are banned from the wizard guild. Familiarity with Nivese wizard guild: -200. You no longer have the magic academy blessing Int: -25 Wis: -25 “and now, get out! Don't afflict us anymore with your presence and go to the quartermaster to return your staff and what's left of your robe. Fail to do so and fear the wrath of the guild!” *twitch, twitch, twitch, twitch* “What the F... !!” Eyes almost bursting out, forehead studded with veins, Cilerius let out that single outburst, clenching his fists, then glaring at the Grandmaster: “Ok... so you do play it like that? So be it... “ 'I don't know how long it will take, but he's so dead!' Never ever make JB angry and if you still do, hope for a quick retaliation... the longer it take to com, the deadliest it is... you can be his enemy, he accept it and it's fair play, but never stab him in the back, he never forget... and obviously, that apply even more to his character, Cilerius, who don't even have the civilization shackles to restrain him... Storming out of the office, even forgetting the weight of his load, Cilerius did look around and could only see hilarious faces, derisive fingers and patronizing eyes. 'scratch that, not he, they... they're all so dead'! He took note of each face assembled here, their attire, their mimicry and twitch, everything that could help to recognize them later even without knowing their names. Then, he headed to the stairs and moved down to the quartermaster office. On the way, he checked his status: “Information window”! A system window appeared in from of him, the first time since a while because he didn't check it a lot while he was hunting. Avatar name: Cilerius Type: neutral Level: 56 Class: none Title: Scourge of the Pride Blood Pack Fame: 1512 Infamy: 202 Life: 6650 (7297) Mana: 7160 (7675) STR: 95 (125) DEX: 90 (120) VIT: 95 (125) Stamina: 65 (75) Resilience: 52 (62) INT: 152 (165) WIS: 146 (161) Concentration: 66 (76) Knowledge: 55 (65) Art: 5 (15) Fighting spirit: 5 (15) Leadership: 0 Luck: 10 'hu? Fighting spirit? 10 points in luck? I missed those ones... I guess I got it in the fight with Iron Jaw, systems windows flashed a lot at the time. Ok, I already lost the blessing, that's minus 25 INT and WIS, since i'm not wizard anymore, the robe bonus doesn't apply so that's minus 5 INT and WIS... that's the actual situation... and I will lose 5 additional INT and WIS with the staff removed, so 160 INT and 156 WIS... I better check what I can wear soon. And damn... did someone already died in a trap? Useless bastard!' In his mood, Cilerius wasn't really forgiving for people dying due to his traps. Yes, they were his traps, but peoples had eyes... He then proceeded down, underground. There, Sigismond saw him com happily at first, then noticing his mood, grow affected. “I'd like to say I'm happy to see you again, but you seem annoyed, for the least.” “I'm sorry Sigismond, nothing to do with you, I am happy to see you too, but well, up there was aggravating”. “damn, sorry I notice it so late... you're not a wizard anymore? What happened?” “well, long story short, let's say I was being efficient and it didn't please the Grandmaster... I suspect some of the assistant to have reported my way to fight in the worse words available. And this shithead did seem all too happy to ban me of the wizard guild. So here I am to return the equipment you graved me with.” “what the hell? They're still so dumb to expel ones who may prove their best asset? But tell me more about your adventures since the last time I saw you.” “ok... to you I can detail, I guess”. “please do so” And Cilerius began to recount what happened since his departure almost 5 weeks ago. When he was done, Sigismond was facing him silently. Then he told him: “Wow... just wow... now that was epic... and some creative ways to use combined magics and other skills... damn... if I was still Master of the earth school, i'd be delighted to have you around... seriously, I can't imagine what they're thinking up there to cut a so promising student... I know it's insufficient, be let me apologize for the wizardom. Not everyone in the magic profession is so obtuse. Please don't bag us all as the same.” “don't worry about it... I may hold grudges, but only on those who wronged me. And you're far from having done that.” “I'm glad you're not resenting the whole wizard community for the actions of few”. “well, like I said, I'm here to return the stuff I got with my wizard promotion, since I got expelled and Bragarthon want it back...” And Cilerius unequipped the ragged robe and his stuff, turning them back on the desk. “thank you... did you think about what you will do after that?” “not really yet... I must confess I was taken aback a little by these events.” “yes, that's something natural... listen, even if the Nivese wizard guild banned you, you still can join another city wizard guild if you want, given you hold a neutral of better reputation. I even may give you an introduction letter for some the Grandmaster I'm in contact with, if you want.” “thank you, but I may want to test something else. Close and personal doesn't leave a bad after taste.” “hu hu... I understand... then, go return all those objects you collected and finish your assignment with the library cleric, then come back, I'll try to contact some peoples who may offer you alternative opportunities.” “sure. I'm already in your debt Sigismond, so if you get me something interesting, count on my eternal gratitude.” “that's nothing much. A helping hand to a promising guy, it's always a good deal with the future.” “Right. Then it's a deal, I'll com back later, once I'm done with my mission. See you later, Sigismond.” “see you, Cilerius.” And Cilerius left the magic academy compound, with angry gaze directed up the tower and gratitude for the one guy underground. After leaving the quartermaster, he headed into the city, seeking a quiet place for what he had to do next. A narrow dead-end alley he found, was the perfect place. Quiet, nobody to disturb him right now, when he was on a short temper moment. There, he unpacked all the loots he got from the boss treasure stash. One by one, he took each object and identified them, getting their owner name and slowly but surely raising his identifying skill. When he was done, his skill had reached beginner 7 and 76% and he had more than one hundred items to return to diverse possessor around the city. Some were for merchants, others for craftsman or guild members and even a few for prominent peoples of the city. With his “shopping list” completed, he headed to the nearest on the list. There, at a bakery stall, he asked the guy standing: “hi, do you happen to be mister Rolfu or do you know him?” “I'm Rolfu, do we know each other?” “not yet... pleased to meet you.” “so, we don't know each other but you know my name... this isn't fair...” “sorry, my mistake... these few weeks alone in the wild fighting beast surely made me forget a little of the common courtesy. My name is Cilerius.” A hint about the difficulties he had to endure was like preparing the stage to show how hard he had to work for his interlocutor. “Cilerius? Hum... and what can I do for you?” “well, it's me who can do something for you. I happen to have found this rolling pin in a den I was exploring and I noticed this little label that seemed to indicate you were its owner. So, even if I had to deviate from my way, I felt obliged to com and return it to you.” Add a hint about how it was detour to increase the worth of his action. “let me see that. Oh, yes, of course, this is mine... I lost it almost three month ago. Since this is a memento for my family, I was really worried. I thank you for taking the time to pick it up and returning it to me. Can I do something to repay you?” “no, your happiness and earnest thank is enough. I like to say: a good deed lighten one's soul.” “what a gentleman! I insist, I'd like to repay you.” “no, no, seriously, it wasn't much” “listen, do you happen to like cake?” “uh yes, of course, like every sane guy, why?” “please, do me the favor to take this one. It's my specialty” !ding! Rolfu hand you and a “Religieuse”. This pastry give a taste of even. !ding! +50 familiarity with Rolfu, +10 familiarity with the Nivese baking guild. “oh, magnificent... I dreamed to eat one of those... I heard tales about the pleasure you were dealing to the connoisseurs. Some people were even saying it was like a legal drug, less the bad effects.” “oh oh oh... you flatter me. But for sure I'm proud of my trade. Hey, don't repeat that to anyone, but since you're a gourmet and I'm in your dept, com back everyday if you fell like it, I'll give you another one. But don't speak about it, a lot of my customers dream of this kind of service and I'd have hard time to say no...” “I'll try not to impose myself too often... I thank you for your kindness. Have a nice day and Freya bless you.” “See you again. Freya bless you too.” No doubt Cilerius crafty talk increased the reward and the familiarity obtained. A few chosen words were enough to increase the effect of an action. Cilerius was about to head to his next “customer” when a vigorous hand caught his shoulder, words following. It was the baker who did that, worrying Cilerius about some misconduct he may have done. “excuse me, but do you happen to be a calligrapher? I noticed your pen...” “yes, I fancy this trade, why?” “I fell bad to ask someone who already helped me, but... may you write a new menu for the shop? I did this old one but my writing has far less elegancy than my pastry skill. I always felt it was lessening my product.” !ding! Rolfu ask you to make his new shop's menu. Prerequisite: calligraphy skill and familiarity with the shop owner. Difficulty: E Reward: Rolfu's secret pastry. 'oh, a quest... seem to be easy and perfect to raise my skill...' “sure, let me see what you want on your menu” You have accepted the quest. “here is the list of the pastries, cakes and breads I'd like on the menu” answered Rolfu, handing him a list writed with a crude style.“Ok, so, you want it on this sign?” “yes please.” “ok, I'm starting on it immediately” Equipping his pen, soaking it in ink, Cilerius began to write with the highest care. It took him 20 minutes to finish, since he did use extra care. Upon completion, a system window appeared: !ding! A fine work. The work of a talented calligrapher. Special effect apply on the sign write with talent. Effect: add extra appeal to the shop. Increase the customer willingness to pay for their order. The shopkeeper may slightly increase the price of his products without bad effect. For completing a fine work, you gain +1 Dex, Concentration, Knowledge, INT, WIS. +5 Art. Your calligraphy skill raise. Calligraphy beginner level 4 (79%) Your handicraft skill raise moderately. Handicraft beginner level 6 (65%) Cilerius had already raised his handicraft skill with all his cooking and trap factoring and gained a whole 15% with this, and 55% raise for his calligraphy. “Perfect... what an artwork... you really did me a favor with this one. I fell almost ashamed to display that outside.” “Now you flatter me, pleased to have done a good work” “here, take this... this is my special secret pastry. Only the Doge get these... and even him only on special occasion like his election or on new year eve.” You gain experience. You get a legendary pastry, the Eden's kiss. Due your special work, Rolfu reward you with additional money: you receive 5 gold. “many thanks, I'll be sure to savor this dearly. Ask for me if you happen to need for my help.” “I will not fail to do so. Once again, may Freya bless you.” “and you too, good bye.” And Cilerius headed to his next target, enjoying himself. 'Not a bad skill... and it did go better than expected. You can't underestimate the power of trade skills. Let's see those pastries.' Religieuse: a rare pastry holding some power. “identify: Religieuse!” Religieuse: this pastry was made by a talented baker. Upon consumption, one will gain awareness of evenly taste. Effect: raise satiety to the maximum. Mana and health regeneration +10% for the duration of the effect. INT, WIS, STA, VIT +15 for the duration of the effect. Permanently raise INT, WIS, STA, VIT +2 on first consumption. Permanently raise Mana and Health regeneration +1% on first consumption. “jackpot! The so called hidden effects of trade skills.” ' now, what about the secret one?' Eden's kiss: a very rare pastry holding big power. “identify: Eden's kiss!” !Fail! “identify: Eden's kiss!” !Fail! 'damn... it does resist... ok, third time the charm!' “identify: Eden's kiss!” Eden's kiss: this pastry was made by a legendary baker. Upon consumption, one will gain awareness of godly taste. Effect: raise satiety to the maximum. Mana and health regeneration +20% for the duration of the effect. INT, WIS, STA, VIT +35 for the duration of the effect. Permanently raise all stats +5. Permanently raise Mana and Health regeneration +4%. Identifying successfully a rare product raise your identifying skill significantly. Identify: beginner level 9 (13%) “WOOT! Mega jackpot!” he shouted in middle of the street, causing passer-by to look at him with unwanted curiosity. 'oups, I better get out of here...' and he nimbly sneaked between peoples and headed in a narrow passage. 'a whopping 137% raise for the skill? The possibility for permanent stats raise? Now that's what I call rewarding hard work.' 'now, better remorse than regrets. I may be able to sell those for good money, but I'm sure the effects will better on me... long term planning.' And he began to eat the Eden's kiss. !Your satiety raise to the maximum. Mana and health regeneration +20% for the duration of the effect. INT, WIS, STA, VIT +35 for the duration of the effect. Permanently raise all stats +5. Permanently raise Mana and Health regeneration +4%. “delicious!” 'now, let's try the Religieuse.' !Your satiety raise to the maximum. Mana and health regeneration +10% for the duration of the effect. INT, WIS, STA, VIT +15 for the duration of the effect. Permanently raise INT, WIS, STA, VIT +2. Permanently raise Mana and Health regeneration +1%. “succulent!” ' I wonder how many players did try one of those... few I guess. I didn't even see the price for the Religieuse on the list he made me write... let alone the Eden's kiss. Ok, let's carry on... others owners may propose alike deals...' And with a totally switched mood from when he left the magic academy, Cilerius proceeded to the next name on his list. Two days after, he only had left the key to return. Two days returning miscellaneous objects after crafty conversation, then completing various quest, mostly involving calligraphy, good for his skill and getting rewards. Some of the place he visited offered him to learn skills related to his current knowledge, but since he was for now class-less, he couldn’t learn any more skill, having already exceeded the 15 skills limit. Instead, he received vouchers for future skills learning lessons. For example, due to his reputation already acquired with the thief guild and with the additional familiarity for returning some objects and the related skill, trap building, he was invited to come again later to learn basic exploration skills available, sneak and later, hide. Likewise, the assassin guild was ready to teach him about poisons and some other tricks like fire grenade, a alchemist to teach him a little of his trade and the blacksmith also. 3 restaurants also proposed him a training course to teach him uncommon recipes. Evidently, it was only because he already had some required skills, first of all, handicraft, or the minimum stats needed, at least 50 DEX to learn sneak for example. At some other places, he received money or goods. The liquor merchant was very happy to get back his late wife ring, so he rewarded him with a rare vial of Freya’s tears, that Cilerius identified as soon he was alone in an alley, then drank it seeing the effects, same as those from the Eden’s kiss. Being done with returning the items, he unpacked the other loots, sorting the ones that would immediately be sold to some merchant, those for trade with other players and the few rares ones that he intended to keep for himself. For trade, he had 3 rusted chainmails, 2 pairs of leather boots, 3 pairs of leather glove, 4 tattered cloaks and many hunting and war lances, wooden clubs or rusty swords. From the nameds ones, he had looted some equipment he could use. From Iron Jaw, a studded leather tunic and the staff it was using. From *The gnoll Oracle*, leather greaves and a cloak. From *The gnoll archmage*, an earring and a ring. From *The gnoll High Priest*, another earring and a cap. All those seemed of good quality and Cilerius fitted the requirements to wear them. He already had good gloves but could use a better belt and boots of greater quality than those he had looted. Hence, he settled on the marketplace, looking at how other were doing business and once he got the gist of it, began to shout: “for trade or sale, chainmails, leather boots, leather gloves, cloaks, hunting lances, war lances, clubs. Perfect fit for lvl25 and higher. Want to trade for lvl50+ belt, lvl50+ boots or good money. Come see my haul!” Few peoples first cam then more as the message was repeated and rumor of these good newbies equipment were available. For players who wanted to gear-up their friends or guild members to help for a fast leveling, gear like that was really useful. Limited amount and many customers, was the setting for good trades for the provider, Cilerius. Hence, once done with the sale, he got 250 golds, a good leather belt and even a rare item, leather spartan sandals, perfect for him since they were fit for someone who fight with his feet and the seller had hard time to trade for them. In addition, he got a 25% weight reduction gigantic leather bag that he would put to good use, no doubts. Done with his trades and errands, he finally took time to inspect his future gear with more attention: “Identify: leather belt!” Explorer leather belt. A belt made to facilitate explorer job. Durability: 45/60 Defense: 5 Level 50 minimum STA: +5 FOR: +5 2 pouch attached on the side for fast inventory 1 idem space on the inside perfect to hide small items or the smallest kinds of weapon. Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (21%) “Identify: Oracle cloak!” fail! Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (22%) “Identify: Oracle cloak!” fail! Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (23%) “Identify: Oracle cloak!” Oracle spirit cloak. A leather cloak imbued with the spirit power. Durability: 57/80 Defense: 10 Lvl40 minimum DEX: +5 All resists: +1% Hiding skill: +1lvl Special property: Unidentified Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (28%) 'hmmm, still can't reveal everything. I'll have to try again once i reach intermediate level'. “identify High Priest cap!” fail! Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (29%) “damn!” “identify High Priest cap!” fail! Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (30%) “seriously?” “identify High Priest cap!” Leather cap of the healer. A cap imbued with the healing power. Durability: 49/75 Defense: 5 Lvl 45v minimum WIS: +5 INT: +5 Concentration: +5 All resists: +1% All healing skills: level +5% All healing effects: +5% Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (39%) “ahhh, finally!” ... 'hmmm, that's a good one if I ever learn healing spells... even bandaging seem to be affected. Good catch. Ok, next one' “identify oracle greaves!” Greaves of the blood pact. Leather greaves imbued with mysterious power. Durability: 85/100 Defense: 25 Level 55 minimum. FOR: +5 DEX: +5 STA: +5 Resilience: +5 All resist: +1% Special property: Unidentified Special property: Unidentified Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (48%) 'they're ok... i wonder what are the unidentified effects...' “identify high priest earring!” fail! Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (49%) 'I can keep at it longer than the IA... it's just a matter of mana remaining...' “identify high priest earing!” Earring of the dark light. Earring imbued with the power of the dark gods. Durability: 55/60 Lvl 50 minimum INT: +10 WIS: +10 Concentration: +10 Resist dark magic: +10% Resist poison: +10% All dark magic effects: +10% Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (55%) 'oooookay... awesome but useless effect I don't have dark magic... good resists and stats bonus thought'. “identify archmage earring!” fail! Identifying skill raise a little: identify beginner 9 (56%) “identify archmage earring!” !system window! Not enough mana to cast this spell! “arf... “ 'ok... let's meditate to refill my mana... still need to identify 5 items...' Cilerius sat cross-legged and activated the skill: “meditate!” You enter a state of meditation. Meditate skill: beginner 9 (51%) Accordingly to your skill, mana regeneration is increased by 45%. A few minutes later, Cilerius mana was at its fullest and he could resume, alternating fails and success with his identifying skill, finally reaching identify level beginner 9 (91%) and meditate level intermediate 1 (25%) once he was done. The results were: Earring of elemental channeling. An earring imbued with elemental power. Durability 55/60 Level 50 minimum. INT: +10 WIS: +10 Concentration: +10 resist elemental magic (fire, water, earth, air): +10% All elemental magic: -10% mana cost to cast. All elemental magic: +10% effect. Ring of the fire mastery. A ring imbued with fire power. Durability: 56/60 Level 50 minimum. INT: +10 WIS: +10 Resist fire: +10% All fire skills: +1 lvl All fire skills: +10% effect. Spartan sandals. A pair of leather sandals fit for fighters. Durability: 80/80 Defense: 5 Level 50 minimum. STA: +5 Resilience: +5 All foot fighting skills: +10% damage. Stamina consumption: -20% Studded leather tunic of the blood pact. A studded tunic imbued with a mysterious power. Durability 81/100 Defense: 35 Level 55 minimum. FOR: +5 DEX: +5 STA: +5 Resilience: +5 All resist: +2% Special property: Unidentified Special property: Unidentified Reinforced bones staff of the blood pact. A bones staff reinforced by blood hardened steel, imbued with a mysterious power. Durability 89/100 damages: 20-30 Level 55 minimum. FOR: +5 DEX: +5 STA: +5 Resilience: +5 All resist: +2% Special property: Unidentified Special property: Unidentified. Done with checking his equipment, for the part he could identify with his current skill, he equipped all the armor parts while keeping the staff in his inventory, since his main melee skill didn't need weapon but only his gloves. He then headed to the library to report his little key seeking trip to his friend, Desmond.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> I'll deal with the formatting when I get home from work. Sorry for this being late.... I had a long Sunday.<br>EDIT: Proofreading and formatting is done. Now to work on Chapter 15...<br><br>*<br><br>“Alright, this guy here, that’s our target.” Puppy pointed his sword at the picture pasted up on the board.<br><br>“Dead or dead for erm… showing disrespect to a figure of authority….”<br><br>“No, Puppy, it should be ‘showing disrespect to a member of the law enforcement forces’. And what the heck did you mean by ‘Dead or Dead’?’” Thomas put in, while polishing his sword.<br><br>“Either way, there’s no point in getting that many people just to deal with one guy right?” Richard asked, polishing his armor. The commander set much store by shiny equipment, and would go down hard on even a lapse in quality.<br><br>“He did knock all of us out in a single hit though…” Puppy said, grimacing as he recalled the event.<br><br>“No, that’s because we were preoccupied with fighting one another….” Richard said consolingly.<br><br>“More like arguing…” Thomas interjected without mercy.<br><br>“Guh!!” Thomas’s sharp words pierced into Richard’s fragile but prideful heart.<br><br>“That’s why we need so many people anyways.” Puppy said, swinging his sword about with self satisfaction. “He is clearly a dangerous individual and should be captured and put in prison where he will not inflict so much harm on our good selves.<br><br>“All that’s happening ‘cause you suck at fighting...” Thomas muttered to himself in an undertone…<br><br>“I heard that. You are pretty horrible yourself, right?” Puppy retorted.<br><br>“What was that?”<br><br>“You say that again?”<br><br>Puppy and Thomas put their faces against each other like dogs picking a fight, their teeth gritted <br>while they both took a belligerent expression.<br><br>“Guys, guys… now’s not the time to start another of your squabbles… Harold, help me break them up.” Richard said briskly while trying to pull them apart.<br><br>Harold didn’t move, but looked up, and said without emotion:<br><br>“… He’s here.”<br><br>“Is he now? Quick, guys, take your positions. Richard, you got that sack ready? Thomas, get that large metal stick handy, we are dealing with a rather large man….” Puppy suddenly responded, his hands moving about animatedly as he pointed out the features of their plan.<br><br>“… I was joking.”<br><br>“And Harold, you will come in next and take a whack at him as well… What was that, Harold?” Puppy continued speaking, but paused at a nudge on his shoulders.<br><br>“… I was joking.”<br><br>“Dang it, Harold, watch what you say!! If that guy comes too early while we are still preparing…” Puppy bellowed angrily at Harold. Behind Puppy’s back, Richard gave Harold a thumbs up sign, saying “Nice job!!” in an undertone.<br><br>“Sigh… alright, guys, false alarm. Now where was I? Dang it, Thomas, you made me lose my train of thought.”<br><br>“You were justifying the need for overcrowding this post?” Richard put in a helpful reply.<br><br>“Silly Richard, I wouldn’t put it as such. We are attempting the arrest of a wanted fugitive after all. Anyways, as I was saying…”<br><br>“Oh look, it’s Tom, Dick and Harry. How has it been? And who’s the new guy?” came a new voice, causing the guards to look up in surprise. A young and well-muscled man was standing there grinning, with a sack of items slung around his back.<br><br>“Oh hey, Alf. Puppy here’s just talking about arresting you… Wait, hang on… guys, get into your positions!!” The latter part was said in an undertone as he dived to his designated post. The other two also quickly moved into their spots.<br><br>“Damn you, you asshole!! How can you forget me after our first two meetings!! I was the first guy you met!!” Puppy shouted at the young man, who was unfazed by the comments.<br><br>“Why should I? Aren’t you an NPC? I heard some talk from my students that guards are normally as such.”<br><br>“I’m a player character!! A player character!! I took on this post because I have to!!”<br><br>“It doesn’t matter that much to me. Now can I get through this gate?”<br><br>“Hell no, you are clearly a dangerous individual and are a threat to our beautiful city. Now come with us quietly and stay inside for your 1st 4 weeks quietly.”<br><br>“I refuse.”<br><br>“I don’t think you have that right.” Puppy raised his arm, a signal to initiate his plan. Richard should be coming in with the sack now, he thought. We have him!!<br><br>Unfortunately, Alf, having anticipated this, ducked under the sack and elbowed Richard in the chest.<br><br>“Are you an idiot? Did you think I wouldn’t suspect that amateurish plan?” he asked with a quote that would have most certainly suited a despotic evil overlord better as Richard clutched his chest, wheezing as he desperately took in deep breaths.<br><br>“It’s only the beginning…” Puppy responded with a smug look on his face. He brought his raised hand down (which was another planned signal) and shouted, “Now!!”<br><br>And Thomas and Harold leapt out of the shadows, swinging iron rods at his head…<br><br>And by his, I meant Puppy’s as the two blows landed heavily on the back of his head. At the same time, Alf’s fist came crashing into Puppy’s face with a solid straight. I’m surprised that didn’t kill him.<br><br>Puppy fell over like a puppet with its strings cut. Alf shook his head at the sight.<br><br>“Are you guys idiots?” he admonished his two “accomplices”.<br><br>Harold looked sheepish.<br><br>“I didn’t like him anyways.” Thomas said defensively. “Well, that’s that, you are free to go; it was all Puppy’s convoluted idea in the first place anyway. Lousy sense of positioning he had, yes sir.”<br><br>“… He had a hard head though.” Harold added slowly.<br><br>Alf nodded sagely, having witnessed Puppy’s “phenomenal” skill himself. He turned to leave…<br><br>“Wait. Before you go, could you do us a favor?” Richard spoke up, having recovered from the earlier attack.<br><br>“What is it?” Alf turned back quickly, eyebrow raised in question<br><br>“Could you knock us out? I want it to seem… a little less suspicious, you know? What with the commander being all about team solidarity and all that?”<br><br>Alf smiled. This guy will go a long way in life… All the way to the cliff, and pushed off.<br><br>“Of course.” Alf willingly complied with Richard’s request.<br><br>**<br><br>“So, you are some form of Spear Spirit?” I asked, finally getting a good close-up look at him. The shadow had a slim but surprisingly well-built figure, and despite the close proximity, he managed to keep himself hidden, so I couldn’t make out his features.. Of course, having a cloak draped around him helped.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">YUP. WELL, TO PUT IT TECHNICALLY, I’M MORE LIKE THE SPIRIT OF THIS SPEAR SHAFT .THE SPEAR HEAD ISN’T MINE; I’M CURRENTLY ENTERTAINING A… ERM, TENANT. OI, COME OUT.</span><br><br>The mysterious shadow, now known as a Spirit of the Spear Shaft, knocked hopefully on the spear head. There was no response.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">AH, YOU HAVE TO EXCUSE HER, SHE IS A BIT SHY. OI, COME OUT…</span><br><br>The Spear Shaft Spirit knocked a little more on the spear head, his tempo increasing as he grew a bit more impatient. Oi, oi, she clearly doesn’t want to be disturbed right?<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“Sigh… what is it that you want?”</span><br><br>The Shaft Spirit’s incessant efforts finally bore fruit, and another shadow appeared.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">OI, BEING IN THE SHADOWS IS MY THING. COME OUT SO THAT MY FRIEND HERE CAN GET A BETTER LOOK AT YOU,</span> the Shaft Spirit said, pushing the shadow out where I could get a better view.<br><br>The closer proximity threw most of her features into relief, revealing a fresh young girl clad in ornate armor. She had flaming red hair and warm eyes the colour of cinnamon. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought that I had met a younger Tante (sans her luscious golden locks). Did I mention how much I love girls in armor?<br><br>Oddly though, isn’t she a bit on the short side?<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“I’m not short!! Shaft, who the heck is that punk?!”</span><br><br>Gosh, pushy, isn’t she? The Shaft Spirit tried to appease her anyways.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">THAT’S OUR… LANDLORD, SO TO SPEAK. BE POLITE. I BROUGHT HIM HERE FOR A REASON.</span><br><br>“A reason?” I never heard anything of the sort.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">OF COURSE. WHY ELSE DID I BRING YOU HERE? I FIGURED, SINCE YOU ARE HERE, I MAY AS WELL LET YOU LEARN THE FINER POINTS OF THE KING OF WEAPONS. LASS, WE’LL COME BACK TO YOU LATER, GO HELP OUT THE LANDLORD’S EARTHLY SHELL NOW.</span><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“Do I have to?”</span> the girl pouted, crossing her arms in a cute manner.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">HE WILL RETURN THE FAVOR. I’LL CALL YOU BACK IN A BIT.</span><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“If you say so.”</span> the girl dissipated into red smoke and flowed back into the lance’s spear head, which began to glow red.<br><br>The Shaft Spirit turned back to me with a sheepish look on his face.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">EH, YOUR EARTHLY SHELL CAN PROBABLY HANDLE THIS, WITH THE LASSIE HELPING OUT. HE’S ONE HECK OF A FIGHTER… EVEN IF HE IS PROBABLY BEATING UP ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING HE CAN GET HIS HANDS ON.</span><br><br>“Hang on, does that mean that I’m causing trouble out on the field now? We are in the middle of a battle, dammit!!” the Shaft Spirit clearly had a terrible sense of timing.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">EH, IT WAS THE ONLY TIME I COULD GET YOU THOUGH. IT SEEMS THAT YOU CAN ENTER THIS WORLD WHILE YOU ARE UNDER THE EFFECTS OF THAT SKILL. CAN’T BE HELPED, YOU CAN DEAL WITH IT ONCE I’M DONE WITH YOU.</span><br><br>“Damn you…” It seemed understandable though. The only time I would let myself get hurt to this degree was due to fights like these, and those are pretty rare cases.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">YOU NEED THE HELP ANYWAY.</span><br><br>“That’s rather kind of you.” What a nice guy, but is he some sort of Ossan whose wish was for his owner to become stronger? No wait… wrong anime, as the next statement will prove.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">SINCE YOU ARE A WEAKLING ANYWAY.</span><br><br>“You bastard…” What an asshole. Yup, he is definitely an asshole.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">ANYWAYS, THE SHAFT SPIRITS – YES, THERE’S OTHERS LIKE ME – ARE SUPPOSED TO BRIEF YOU IN GREATER DETAIL ABOUT THE SPEARMAN’S… LITTLE PILGRIMAGE OF SORTS. ON YOUR OWN YOU HAVE ALREADY PICKED UP AND LEARNT A STANCE OR TWO, YES?</span><br><br>“Yeah, I have learnt the first stance and the fourth stance.” I replied.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">THAT IS VERY GOOD CONSIDERING THAT YOU DIDN’T HAVE MUCH HELP. HAVE YOU DISCOVERED THAT THESE STANCES CAN CHANGE?</span><br><br>“Yeah, that was weird though.”<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">THAT PROCESS IS PERFECTLY NORMAL. THOSE STANCES ARE PRESCRIBED METHODS; THERE IS NOTHING CONCRETE ABOUT THEM.</span><br><br>“Then all this talk about a manual is just…”<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">ALL SOUND AND FURY, SIGNIFYING NOTHING.</span><br><br>Did he just rubbish the entire teachings of the Order with just that one sentence?<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">THAT’S NOT QUITE THE POINT. DID NOT AVALOKITESVARA FAMOUSLY STATE IN THE HEART SUTRA THAT “FORM IS EMPTINESS AND EMPTINESS IS FORM”?</span><br><br>Yes, but… what does that have to do with anything?<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">NOTHING, IT JUST SOUNDS COOL.</span><br><br>Apologize to all the Buddhists in the world right now!!<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">I WAS JOKING… ANYWAYS.WE DO FOLLOW THIS SAYING, BUT PERHAPS IN A DIFFERENT FORM OF INTERPRETATION. <span style="font-weight: bold;">EMPTINESS IS FORM, AND IN EACH FORM LIES SOMETHING EMPTY, A VOID WHICH MUST BE FILLED.</span> TAKE UP YOUR STANCE, SPEARMAN.</span><br><br>I hurriedly took up my spear shaft and took the first stance, hands giving equal priority for both sides of the shaft while standing in the horse stance.<br><br>***<br><br>The young spearman regarded the incoming attack with nothing but a blank expression on his face. Subtly switching stances, he stepped into the attack, catching the hammer with the lance and deflecting it. Having deflected the attack, the lance sliced in at his throat.<br><br>“Oh? This is the first time you were willing to take my attack. You are indeed, what I have been waiting for a long time. Even the instructor didn’t fight as well as this!!”<br><br>Laughing gleefully, Gordon punched aside the lance by the shaft, and brought in his hammer for another attack. The young spearman didn’t reply, seeming deep in concentration as he deflected the next attack, and the next, each time failing to find a definite opening to attack with his new weapon.<br><br>****<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">FIRST STANCE, YOU CALLED THE BALANCER. DEVOTING EFFORT TO EQUAL SIDES, AND YET ONE CAN NOT ALWAYS TAKE EQUAL SIDES. YOU ARE CONFLICTED; MANY THOUGHTS CURRENTLY RUN THROUGH YOUR MIND. IT CANNOT BE TRULY CALLED THE BALANCER WITH SUCH A BURDEN BEARING DOWN UPON IT. SWITCH TO THE FOURTH STANCE.</span><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“There’s too much strain on that stance. You put too much on your plate, loosen up a little!!”</span> the girl added, the spear head she was in glowing red as the lance built up energy. Just what was going on in the real world now?<br><br>Ears stinging from the criticism of my first form, I switched to the Fourth Stance, letting the spear shaft relax as I supported it on my shoulder.<br><br>*****<br><br>“Another stance? Very nice, let’s see what it can do!!”<br><br>Gordon was forced on the defensive as the lance flew at his head. By letting the lance deflect off Gordon’s guard and riding on the initial momentum, the young spearman initiated a second slash with greater speed and power, which was batted downwards by Gordon’s hammer. The lance was deflected again and the spearman spun with the deflection, bringing the lance around to a powerful vertical slash.<br><br>“Good grief, boy, are you a pendulum or something?” Gordon asked cheerfully as he sidestepped the slash and swatted the spearman away with a backhand. The spearman was pushed back, skidding back several feet. He braced his feet against the ground and came dashing forward, the lance pointed for his chest.<br><br>Gordon grinned savagely and thrust his chest forward, letting the thrust glance off without leaving a visible mark. He jabbed a gauntleted thumb at his chestplate.<br><br>“This plate of armor here has been blessed by the High Priest of Freya himself!! It would take explosives to even hope to scratch it slightly!! Try again, but don’t die in the attempt, okay?”<br>The spearman didn’t reply, but swung his lance around for another horizontal slash, the Lance glowing with a red light that glowed brighter with every swing.<br><br>******<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">FOURTH STANCE, IT IS UNNAMED. YOU ARE FREE AS A BIRD, BUT THERE IS A HEAVY BURDEN UPON YOUR PERSON. COMPLETE FREEDOM DOES NOT COME WITHOUT THE FREEDOM TO ACCEPT THE CONSEQUENCES, AFTER ALL. IN FACT, FREEDOM IS A VAGUE CONCEPT; IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO COMPREHEND.</span><br><br>The Shaft Spirit shook his head sadly. The young girl reappeared in a crimson flash.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“He is new; it is amazing enough that he managed to get this far on his own. By the way, I left enough of my own imprint on the spear head, so he could take it from here on his own. I wish he wouldn’t treat his weapon in such a cavalier manner, though."</span><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">GOOD JOB. I THINK WE CAN MOVE ON TO THE SECOND MATTER RIGHT NOW.</span> The Shaft Spirit frowned as he considered the next issue on hand. Now that I can see him up close, the Shaft Spirit did not indeed have a beard to stroke.<br><br>“Wait, you could do that?” I asked. Who has ever heard of the ability to manifest a spear head before!! This isn’t Star Trek right?<br><span style="font-style: italic;">“Occasionally, a Spear Spirit may choose to aid a promising spearman in battle, manifesting itself as a spear head.”</span> The girl said proudly, puffing out her non-existent chest. <span style="font-style: italic;">“However, in your Earthly Shell’s current state, it cannot channel my power. In that case then, I offer a bit of my aid, helping it to manifest an image. It is an excellent copy, but a copy nonetheless, and will break quickly.”</span><br><br>That is… pretty deep. Surprisingly so. Are you sure that I’m speaking with a young girl?<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">A VOID IS STILL A POWERFUL FORCE USED AS A WEAPON THOUGH. KEEP THAT IN MIND AS YOU CARVE YOUR PATH, YOUNG SPEARMAN. BUT FOR NOW,</span> the Shaft Spirit continued, dropping his sagely voice, <span style="font-style: italic;">ENOUGH ABOUT YOU. WHAT I NEED HELP WITH IS WITH THE YOUNG LADY OVER HERE. SHE SUDDENLY APPEARED HERE ONE DAY, WITH A TERRIBLE CASE OF AMNESIA.<br></span><br>“Amnesia? Do Spear Spirits suffer from this?”<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“I most certainly do not have amnesia!! Well… I do forget things from time to time…”</span> the young girl spoke angrily, but blushed halfway through and finished in a whisper.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">I SUSPECT THAT SHE’S NOT REALLY A PROPER SPEAR SPIRIT, TO BE HONEST</span>, the Shaft Spirit continued, frowning as he spoke. <span style="font-style: italic;">SHE HAS THE FORM OF A PROPER SPEAR HEAD, BUT IT IS NOT A FORM I HAD SEEN BEFORE…</span><br><br>So remind me why he insisted that it was a lance again?<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">DO NOT QUESTION MY JUDGEMENT!!</span> The Shaft Spirit waved his hand. My arms suddenly moved on its own volition.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*THUNK*</span><br><br>I was struck on the head with my own Spear Shaft. Why does this remind me eerily of a certain Disney Movie?<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">EITHER WAY, SHE RECALLS VERY LITTLE ABOUT HER PAST LIFE. YOUR NEXT PATH, <br>THEREFORE, LIES TO THE WEST.<br></span><br>“Do I have t-“<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">GETTING A MONK, A MONKEY, A PIG AND A SAND DEMON IS OPTIONAL, BUT IT WILL BE EXTREMELY HELPFUL</span>, the Shaft Spirit added helpfully.<br><br>No, that was not what I meant…<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">T-tring!!</span><br><br>And suddenly the quest bell rang, interrupting my planned retort before I could form the words in my mouth. I haven’t heard that for a long time…<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-style: italic;">Journey to the West.<br> <br>The mysterious young spear spirit!! Strong and prideful, the spirit of the lance is a powerful force to be reckoned with, but her past is but a mystery, the spirit not recalling it herself. Nevertheless, the spirit is resilient, and cannot be broken.<br> <br>Your Journey takes you to the West, in order to seek memories of a broken spirit. Getting a monkey god, pig and sand demon to follow you is optional. This quest must be completed in 60 days. This quest cannot be denied.<br> <br>Reward: Unknown, but the rewarding part is in the Journey, is it not?<br>Restriction: Spearman only. Quest cannot be denied. Must be completed in 60 days. The quest will be failed immediately if the Lance Spearhead breaks.</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br> <br><span style="font-style: italic;">[Quest Accepted.]</span><br><br>“Do I get any hint regarding this?” I asked, frowning at the prospect of what looked to be a rather long-winded and tiring quest. Looks like I will have to extend that free one-month trial run after all…<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“There is nothing that I can offer you that would aid you in the journey.”</span> The Lance Spirit paused as she considered that thought, and amended her statement: <span style="font-style: italic;">“On the other hand, since we are to be companions on this journey, this form will perhaps be the only thing that I can offer that might provide a clue.”</span><br><br>“What do you mean by form?” I asked.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“Perhaps you might know it better as a secret technique. Take your stance, Spearman, and take up my Lance.”<br></span><br>I picked up the Lance that stood proudly on the ground. It felt heavy, but it was a good sort of heavy, to put it roughly. The weight felt reassuring, an anchor in a sea of troubles. The Lance Spirit nodded approvingly as she observed.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“Good, now that’s the proper way to wield a lance. Now… focus your energy into the point of the spear…”</span> the Lance Spirit gave clear instructions in a clear manner as she slowly corrected my form.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“Now… slowly repeat the spell words after me. The Lance, forged to tear scale from skin, sharpened to part flesh from bone…”<br></span><br>*******<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“… bravely tempering itself in the flames of dragon fire, to pierce deep into the heart…”</span> the young spearman finally spoke, uttering words of power under his breath. The broad tipped spearhead glowed a bright orange as it gathered energy.<br><br>“Is that a secret technique? Is there any more that you are hiding up your sleeves?” Gordon laughed heartily at the sight, like a child expecting the magician to reveal his trick. He tapped his chest again. “Come on then, this brother here will take whatever worries you want to throw at me!!”<br><br>The Paladin stood tall and proud, his posture imposing, his hammer swinging around his head in wide arcs as he anticipated the strongest attack that he would sustain in this battle.<br><br>And the Spearman did not disappoint. As the Lance gathered energy, it gave out an threatening aura that poured out in droves, accumulating at the point and edges of the blade, sharpening and strengthening the lance to a keen edge.<br><br>“Eeeeh, what’s taking you so long? If you are not coming at me, I’ll come to you instead!! On your guard, Spearman!!” shouting a frightening oath to the heavens, Gordon, finally getting impatient, rushed at the spearman with his hammer, screaming for blood.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“Folded Seven-Fold, blades shatter upon thee. Polished to a mirror’s edge, your opponents scatter before your wake. Before my charge, all will fall, Salamander Hunt!!”</span> At the same time, the spearman finished his preparation, and the gathered energy exploded behind it and propelled him forward, the spear head incandescent with a warm orange glow, as though coming from the hearth.<br><br>The immense wind pressure exploded outwards as the hammer was simply blown aside and the Lance cut into the prided chest plate as easily as a heated knife into butter, plunging deep inside Gordon’s chest.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">[You have dealt a critical blow.] <span style="font-weight: bold;">(Author’s note: Please note the lack of “fatal”.)</span><br></span><br>The spearman kept the blank expression that was quickly becoming his trademark, and pushed the lance deeper into Gordon’s body before trying to withdraw the weapon, bracing his feet against the ground to pull the lance out.<br><br>A gauntleted hand grabbed the shaft. Gordon’s grin got even wider as he tugged at the lance.<br>“Heh heh heh. That was me and my big mouth, eh? That was a good strike here. My hammer was blown away like a twig, and by what looks to be…” Gordon paused as he appraised the spearman before him: “a complete and utter novice!! Is this world so huge that this sort of thing is a possibility? I fear that I won’t be able to get enough of this thing, AHAHAHAHAHA!!!”<br><br>Gordon laughed out loud as he pulled against the Lance that was supposed to be a fatal blow, an attack that was supposed to bite deeply inside the body and pierce the vital organs. Despite this, he did not seem to be bothered too greatly by the attack.<br><br>“If I have one thing I would like to complain about, it’s the difference in levels. Give yourself at least another 20 or so levels, upgrade your armor and weapon a little bit, and that powerful skill would have been a killing blow, a sure one-hit-KO. But (‘at this time, at this place’ or ‘right now’)…”<br><br>Gordon considered his HP bar.<br><br>“I would consider the attack to have taken about 75% or so. Maybe even less, I have several defensive buffs on and the chest plate is of the highest grade that I can find at my level. Not that that piece of crud helped out that much. Still, it’s not realistic right?”<br><br>Gordon pulled the Lance out of his chest as easily as you would pick a flower, handing back the weapon. The spearman didn’t quite speak, but silently accepted the weapon. Gordon grinned sheepishly.<br><br>“Eh… normally, that attack would have killed me, so my life sort of flashed through my eyes… Well, this is awkward. It’s like committing suicide, and then being cock-blocked at the last minute, you know? Ah, what shall we do, what shall we do…”<br><br>Gordon paced back and forth as he considered his options, and suddenly thought of an idea.<br><br>“Well, let’s treat it as my loss. So…” Gordon paused, and fell over in a most unrealistic fashion.<br><br>“And then, a cry from the defeated… Oh noes, you have defeated me in combat. My life is now forfeit, yada, yada, blah, blah, blah, and then you come in with the Finishing blow. Do that same attack from earlier, I guess.”<br><br>The young spearman simply looked on at the ludicrous scene. Meanwhile, the other fighters from the Vanguard thought to themselves, what a lousy actor our commander is….<br><br>The spearman suddenly blinked twice, and asked the question: “What the hell is going on here?”<br><br>********<br><br>“What the hell is going on here?” I asked, as the effect of Berserk Impulse finally wore off, bringing me back into reality. Errr, Virtual Reality anyways (Good grief, why am I suddenly reminded of a certain movie regarding a dream within a dream within a dream by many stages?).<br><br>The immediate view before me was one resembling a coliseum, a ring within a wall of defenders. The <br>Commander was just lying there in a silly manner. Are we having a skit or something?<br><br>I looked at the spear in my hand. Still the same as before, except…<br><br>At the tip, a broad-tipped spearhead comprised entirely of steel could be observed. It was doubled edged, and a intricate design could be seen running down the blade… Errrr… by intricate designs, it seems like it was more like cracks. The spear head had been heavily damaged in some strange manner.<br><br>And before my eyes, the broad spearhead broke and fell apart before my eyes.<br><br>HOOOOLYYYYYYYYY CRAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!! DOESN’T THIS MEAN THAT I FAIL THAT NEW QUEST INSTANTLY?! AND I ONLY JUST STARTED IT TOO!!<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“Don’t worry about it. As I have said before, that was merely a facsimile.” </span><br><br>"Oh."<br><br>"More importantly, I think you should start running right about now."<br><br>"How come?"<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">"Let's just say that your earthly shell... Got a little overexcited, shall we?"</span><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">WENT ABSOLUTELY BANANAS, HE DID. YES SIR.</span><br><br>"Wait, then..." I stared at Commander Gordon still lying on the floor in a strange manner. "I was the one that beat him?"<br><br>"Hahaha, whatever gave you that idea? He's just playing dead because you didn't quite kill him with my technique."<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">DON'T GET AHEAD OF YOURSELF, SON.</span><br><br>"But I wasn't the one that put him in that state!!" I wailed as I looked all around me. People were giving me funny looks, as though calculating and sizing up something. Wait... What are you guys thinking?!<br><br>"He beat the commander..."<br><br>"If we beat him, would we get something good in exchange?"<br><br>"No harm trying, I suppose. Just ripe for the picking, he is."<br><br>Holy crap, I better get out of here before I get seriously lynched. But I'm surrounded, there seems to be no way out... Maybe if I use the Shaft as a pole vault.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, PUNK.</span><br><br>What's with that phrase that a yakuza mobster would say?! Okay, that plan is out... Erm, I guess I can use the Lance to break through?<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">"Yawn, I'm sleepy. I'm heading back to sleep. Let me know when you escape, okay?"</span><br><br>"Wait, don't go!!" Ah, that one wouldn't work either. I massaged my temples as I shuffled through ideas, most of which involve either Shaft or Lance, or both.<br><br>Before I could think any further though, the undead and orcs, which had been watching the fight as though spellbound, broke out of their revelry and started swarming the punitive force, which diminished severely.<br><br>"I thought we called for a ceasefire!!"<br><br>"Defend, defend!!"<br><br>"Hold on a sec- ARRRRRGHHH!!"<br><br>All around me, the undead and Orcs attacked without mercy and with a whole lot of vindictiveness, seeming to seek redress for the wrongs that we had inflicted on them.<br><br>And in the rumpus brought anew, I managed to see an opening, cleared away by the enemy forces as they finally breached the defensive line.<br><br>"Chance!!" With that one word, I dashed for the opening with everything I got, and woe betide (???) anyone who got in my way.<br><br>"Wait, aren't you going to finish me?" Commander Gordon called out plaintively. No time for you, good sir, the time has come for me to GTFO. (excuse my French.)<br><br>Soon, I left behind the punitive force that I was once in, which was slowly being overwhelmed by the green and white tide and fading slowly to grey.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">[Punitive Force Raid Failed.]</span><br><br>The notice flashed across my eyes as I left.<br><br>*********<br><br>"Hah, hah... Finally made it out of here." I said to myself breathlessly as I staggered to a halt, a really long way from the battlefield.<br><br>It took me quite some time, but I had managed to gain a little distance from all who meant me harm. Now that I'm safe, I can probably start making plans. I can go as I please, finally free from any burden... Perhaps I can even start playing the game like it was supposed to be played.<br><br>Speaking of Burden though... I seemed to have forgotten something, something really important.<br><br>"Howard..." I could hear a sultry voice creeping up on me, putting me on edge. Why do I suddenly feel a sense of foreboding?!<br><br>I turned my head around slowly, and there was Tante, giving me her brightest megawatt smile. Her armor was heavily battered, and she was covered from head to toe in the bloody crimson of orc blood. Far from detracting her looks, it enhanced them instead; swathing her like the most glamorous makeup.Did I mention that I really love girls in armor?<br><br>At the same time though, a really frightening aura was pouring out all around her!! Why is it that I can see the visage of Asura behind her?!<br><br>"You better have a good explanation for what you did.... On second thought, I don't want to hear it. Even if I hear what you have to say, I will not forgive you. Though, I'll still treat you most gently, fufufufu...."<br><br>That's.... really scary!! It's too scary!! But I had nowhere to run; Tante's spirit soldiers had quickly surrounded and tied me up, leaving me trussed like a turkey. I looked up to see Tante, eyes cold as ice as she raised her spear.<br><br>"Any final words, Howard??"<br><br>"Wait, wait, at least let me explain mysel- Ahhhhh!!"<br><br>And my hit points plummeted, way past the threshold set by Berserk Impulse and all the way to 0.<br><br>And for the first out of what would be carried out many times over the course of my journey, I, Howard, died, and was forcibly logged out of the game.<br><br>***********<br><br>Hope you enjoyed it. What do you think I can improve on? Let me know below, I'll try my best to change... </div>

I'll deal with the formatting when I get home from work. Sorry for this being late.... I had a long Sunday. EDIT: Proofreading and formatting is done. Now to work on Chapter 15... * “Alright, this guy here, that’s our target.” Puppy pointed his sword at the picture pasted up on the board. “Dead or dead for erm… showing disrespect to a figure of authority….” “No, Puppy, it should be ‘showing disrespect to a member of the law enforcement forces’. And what the heck did you mean by ‘Dead or Dead’?’” Thomas put in, while polishing his sword. “Either way, there’s no point in getting that many people just to deal with one guy right?” Richard asked, polishing his armor. The commander set much store by shiny equipment, and would go down hard on even a lapse in quality. “He did knock all of us out in a single hit though…” Puppy said, grimacing as he recalled the event. “No, that’s because we were preoccupied with fighting one another….” Richard said consolingly. “More like arguing…” Thomas interjected without mercy. “Guh!!” Thomas’s sharp words pierced into Richard’s fragile but prideful heart. “That’s why we need so many people anyways.” Puppy said, swinging his sword about with self satisfaction. “He is clearly a dangerous individual and should be captured and put in prison where he will not inflict so much harm on our good selves. “All that’s happening ‘cause you suck at fighting...” Thomas muttered to himself in an undertone… “I heard that. You are pretty horrible yourself, right?” Puppy retorted. “What was that?” “You say that again?” Puppy and Thomas put their faces against each other like dogs picking a fight, their teeth gritted while they both took a belligerent expression. “Guys, guys… now’s not the time to start another of your squabbles… Harold, help me break them up.” Richard said briskly while trying to pull them apart. Harold didn’t move, but looked up, and said without emotion: “… He’s here.” “Is he now? Quick, guys, take your positions. Richard, you got that sack ready? Thomas, get that large metal stick handy, we are dealing with a rather large man….” Puppy suddenly responded, his hands moving about animatedly as he pointed out the features of their plan. “… I was joking.” “And Harold, you will come in next and take a whack at him as well… What was that, Harold?” Puppy continued speaking, but paused at a nudge on his shoulders. “… I was joking.” “Dang it, Harold, watch what you say!! If that guy comes too early while we are still preparing…” Puppy bellowed angrily at Harold. Behind Puppy’s back, Richard gave Harold a thumbs up sign, saying “Nice job!!” in an undertone. “Sigh… alright, guys, false alarm. Now where was I? Dang it, Thomas, you made me lose my train of thought.” “You were justifying the need for overcrowding this post?” Richard put in a helpful reply. “Silly Richard, I wouldn’t put it as such. We are attempting the arrest of a wanted fugitive after all. Anyways, as I was saying…” “Oh look, it’s Tom, Dick and Harry. How has it been? And who’s the new guy?” came a new voice, causing the guards to look up in surprise. A young and well-muscled man was standing there grinning, with a sack of items slung around his back. “Oh hey, Alf. Puppy here’s just talking about arresting you… Wait, hang on… guys, get into your positions!!” The latter part was said in an undertone as he dived to his designated post. The other two also quickly moved into their spots. “Damn you, you asshole!! How can you forget me after our first two meetings!! I was the first guy you met!!” Puppy shouted at the young man, who was unfazed by the comments. “Why should I? Aren’t you an NPC? I heard some talk from my students that guards are normally as such.” “I’m a player character!! A player character!! I took on this post because I have to!!” “It doesn’t matter that much to me. Now can I get through this gate?” “Hell no, you are clearly a dangerous individual and are a threat to our beautiful city. Now come with us quietly and stay inside for your 1st 4 weeks quietly.” “I refuse.” “I don’t think you have that right.” Puppy raised his arm, a signal to initiate his plan. Richard should be coming in with the sack now, he thought. We have him!! Unfortunately, Alf, having anticipated this, ducked under the sack and elbowed Richard in the chest. “Are you an idiot? Did you think I wouldn’t suspect that amateurish plan?” he asked with a quote that would have most certainly suited a despotic evil overlord better as Richard clutched his chest, wheezing as he desperately took in deep breaths. “It’s only the beginning…” Puppy responded with a smug look on his face. He brought his raised hand down (which was another planned signal) and shouted, “Now!!” And Thomas and Harold leapt out of the shadows, swinging iron rods at his head… And by his, I meant Puppy’s as the two blows landed heavily on the back of his head. At the same time, Alf’s fist came crashing into Puppy’s face with a solid straight. I’m surprised that didn’t kill him. Puppy fell over like a puppet with its strings cut. Alf shook his head at the sight. “Are you guys idiots?” he admonished his two “accomplices”. Harold looked sheepish. “I didn’t like him anyways.” Thomas said defensively. “Well, that’s that, you are free to go; it was all Puppy’s convoluted idea in the first place anyway. Lousy sense of positioning he had, yes sir.” “… He had a hard head though.” Harold added slowly. Alf nodded sagely, having witnessed Puppy’s “phenomenal” skill himself. He turned to leave… “Wait. Before you go, could you do us a favor?” Richard spoke up, having recovered from the earlier attack. “What is it?” Alf turned back quickly, eyebrow raised in question “Could you knock us out? I want it to seem… a little less suspicious, you know? What with the commander being all about team solidarity and all that?” Alf smiled. This guy will go a long way in life… All the way to the cliff, and pushed off. “Of course.” Alf willingly complied with Richard’s request. ** “So, you are some form of Spear Spirit?” I asked, finally getting a good close-up look at him. The shadow had a slim but surprisingly well-built figure, and despite the close proximity, he managed to keep himself hidden, so I couldn’t make out his features.. Of course, having a cloak draped around him helped. YUP. WELL, TO PUT IT TECHNICALLY, I’M MORE LIKE THE SPIRIT OF THIS SPEAR SHAFT .THE SPEAR HEAD ISN’T MINE; I’M CURRENTLY ENTERTAINING A… ERM, TENANT. OI, COME OUT. The mysterious shadow, now known as a Spirit of the Spear Shaft, knocked hopefully on the spear head. There was no response. AH, YOU HAVE TO EXCUSE HER, SHE IS A BIT SHY. OI, COME OUT… The Spear Shaft Spirit knocked a little more on the spear head, his tempo increasing as he grew a bit more impatient. Oi, oi, she clearly doesn’t want to be disturbed right? “Sigh… what is it that you want?” The Shaft Spirit’s incessant efforts finally bore fruit, and another shadow appeared. OI, BEING IN THE SHADOWS IS MY THING. COME OUT SO THAT MY FRIEND HERE CAN GET A BETTER LOOK AT YOU, the Shaft Spirit said, pushing the shadow out where I could get a better view. The closer proximity threw most of her features into relief, revealing a fresh young girl clad in ornate armor. She had flaming red hair and warm eyes the colour of cinnamon. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought that I had met a younger Tante (sans her luscious golden locks). Did I mention how much I love girls in armor? Oddly though, isn’t she a bit on the short side? “I’m not short!! Shaft, who the heck is that punk?!” Gosh, pushy, isn’t she? The Shaft Spirit tried to appease her anyways. THAT’S OUR… LANDLORD, SO TO SPEAK. BE POLITE. I BROUGHT HIM HERE FOR A REASON. “A reason?” I never heard anything of the sort. OF COURSE. WHY ELSE DID I BRING YOU HERE? I FIGURED, SINCE YOU ARE HERE, I MAY AS WELL LET YOU LEARN THE FINER POINTS OF THE KING OF WEAPONS. LASS, WE’LL COME BACK TO YOU LATER, GO HELP OUT THE LANDLORD’S EARTHLY SHELL NOW. “Do I have to?” the girl pouted, crossing her arms in a cute manner. HE WILL RETURN THE FAVOR. I’LL CALL YOU BACK IN A BIT. “If you say so.” the girl dissipated into red smoke and flowed back into the lance’s spear head, which began to glow red. The Shaft Spirit turned back to me with a sheepish look on his face. EH, YOUR EARTHLY SHELL CAN PROBABLY HANDLE THIS, WITH THE LASSIE HELPING OUT. HE’S ONE HECK OF A FIGHTER… EVEN IF HE IS PROBABLY BEATING UP ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING HE CAN GET HIS HANDS ON. “Hang on, does that mean that I’m causing trouble out on the field now? We are in the middle of a battle, dammit!!” the Shaft Spirit clearly had a terrible sense of timing. EH, IT WAS THE ONLY TIME I COULD GET YOU THOUGH. IT SEEMS THAT YOU CAN ENTER THIS WORLD WHILE YOU ARE UNDER THE EFFECTS OF THAT SKILL. CAN’T BE HELPED, YOU CAN DEAL WITH IT ONCE I’M DONE WITH YOU. “Damn you…” It seemed understandable though. The only time I would let myself get hurt to this degree was due to fights like these, and those are pretty rare cases. YOU NEED THE HELP ANYWAY. “That’s rather kind of you.” What a nice guy, but is he some sort of Ossan whose wish was for his owner to become stronger? No wait… wrong anime, as the next statement will prove. SINCE YOU ARE A WEAKLING ANYWAY. “You bastard…” What an asshole. Yup, he is definitely an asshole. ANYWAYS, THE SHAFT SPIRITS – YES, THERE’S OTHERS LIKE ME – ARE SUPPOSED TO BRIEF YOU IN GREATER DETAIL ABOUT THE SPEARMAN’S… LITTLE PILGRIMAGE OF SORTS. ON YOUR OWN YOU HAVE ALREADY PICKED UP AND LEARNT A STANCE OR TWO, YES? “Yeah, I have learnt the first stance and the fourth stance.” I replied. THAT IS VERY GOOD CONSIDERING THAT YOU DIDN’T HAVE MUCH HELP. HAVE YOU DISCOVERED THAT THESE STANCES CAN CHANGE? “Yeah, that was weird though.” THAT PROCESS IS PERFECTLY NORMAL. THOSE STANCES ARE PRESCRIBED METHODS; THERE IS NOTHING CONCRETE ABOUT THEM. “Then all this talk about a manual is just…” ALL SOUND AND FURY, SIGNIFYING NOTHING. Did he just rubbish the entire teachings of the Order with just that one sentence? THAT’S NOT QUITE THE POINT. DID NOT AVALOKITESVARA FAMOUSLY STATE IN THE HEART SUTRA THAT “FORM IS EMPTINESS AND EMPTINESS IS FORM”? Yes, but… what does that have to do with anything? NOTHING, IT JUST SOUNDS COOL. Apologize to all the Buddhists in the world right now!! I WAS JOKING… ANYWAYS.WE DO FOLLOW THIS SAYING, BUT PERHAPS IN A DIFFERENT FORM OF INTERPRETATION. EMPTINESS IS FORM, AND IN EACH FORM LIES SOMETHING EMPTY, A VOID WHICH MUST BE FILLED. TAKE UP YOUR STANCE, SPEARMAN. I hurriedly took up my spear shaft and took the first stance, hands giving equal priority for both sides of the shaft while standing in the horse stance. *** The young spearman regarded the incoming attack with nothing but a blank expression on his face. Subtly switching stances, he stepped into the attack, catching the hammer with the lance and deflecting it. Having deflected the attack, the lance sliced in at his throat. “Oh? This is the first time you were willing to take my attack. You are indeed, what I have been waiting for a long time. Even the instructor didn’t fight as well as this!!” Laughing gleefully, Gordon punched aside the lance by the shaft, and brought in his hammer for another attack. The young spearman didn’t reply, seeming deep in concentration as he deflected the next attack, and the next, each time failing to find a definite opening to attack with his new weapon. **** FIRST STANCE, YOU CALLED THE BALANCER. DEVOTING EFFORT TO EQUAL SIDES, AND YET ONE CAN NOT ALWAYS TAKE EQUAL SIDES. YOU ARE CONFLICTED; MANY THOUGHTS CURRENTLY RUN THROUGH YOUR MIND. IT CANNOT BE TRULY CALLED THE BALANCER WITH SUCH A BURDEN BEARING DOWN UPON IT. SWITCH TO THE FOURTH STANCE. “There’s too much strain on that stance. You put too much on your plate, loosen up a little!!” the girl added, the spear head she was in glowing red as the lance built up energy. Just what was going on in the real world now? Ears stinging from the criticism of my first form, I switched to the Fourth Stance, letting the spear shaft relax as I supported it on my shoulder. ***** “Another stance? Very nice, let’s see what it can do!!” Gordon was forced on the defensive as the lance flew at his head. By letting the lance deflect off Gordon’s guard and riding on the initial momentum, the young spearman initiated a second slash with greater speed and power, which was batted downwards by Gordon’s hammer. The lance was deflected again and the spearman spun with the deflection, bringing the lance around to a powerful vertical slash. “Good grief, boy, are you a pendulum or something?” Gordon asked cheerfully as he sidestepped the slash and swatted the spearman away with a backhand. The spearman was pushed back, skidding back several feet. He braced his feet against the ground and came dashing forward, the lance pointed for his chest. Gordon grinned savagely and thrust his chest forward, letting the thrust glance off without leaving a visible mark. He jabbed a gauntleted thumb at his chestplate. “This plate of armor here has been blessed by the High Priest of Freya himself!! It would take explosives to even hope to scratch it slightly!! Try again, but don’t die in the attempt, okay?” The spearman didn’t reply, but swung his lance around for another horizontal slash, the Lance glowing with a red light that glowed brighter with every swing. ****** FOURTH STANCE, IT IS UNNAMED. YOU ARE FREE AS A BIRD, BUT THERE IS A HEAVY BURDEN UPON YOUR PERSON. COMPLETE FREEDOM DOES NOT COME WITHOUT THE FREEDOM TO ACCEPT THE CONSEQUENCES, AFTER ALL. IN FACT, FREEDOM IS A VAGUE CONCEPT; IT IS IMPOSSIBLE TO COMPREHEND. The Shaft Spirit shook his head sadly. The young girl reappeared in a crimson flash. “He is new; it is amazing enough that he managed to get this far on his own. By the way, I left enough of my own imprint on the spear head, so he could take it from here on his own. I wish he wouldn’t treat his weapon in such a cavalier manner, though." GOOD JOB. I THINK WE CAN MOVE ON TO THE SECOND MATTER RIGHT NOW. The Shaft Spirit frowned as he considered the next issue on hand. Now that I can see him up close, the Shaft Spirit did not indeed have a beard to stroke. “Wait, you could do that?” I asked. Who has ever heard of the ability to manifest a spear head before!! This isn’t Star Trek right? “Occasionally, a Spear Spirit may choose to aid a promising spearman in battle, manifesting itself as a spear head.” The girl said proudly, puffing out her non-existent chest. “However, in your Earthly Shell’s current state, it cannot channel my power. In that case then, I offer a bit of my aid, helping it to manifest an image. It is an excellent copy, but a copy nonetheless, and will break quickly.” That is… pretty deep. Surprisingly so. Are you sure that I’m speaking with a young girl? A VOID IS STILL A POWERFUL FORCE USED AS A WEAPON THOUGH. KEEP THAT IN MIND AS YOU CARVE YOUR PATH, YOUNG SPEARMAN. BUT FOR NOW, the Shaft Spirit continued, dropping his sagely voice, ENOUGH ABOUT YOU. WHAT I NEED HELP WITH IS WITH THE YOUNG LADY OVER HERE. SHE SUDDENLY APPEARED HERE ONE DAY, WITH A TERRIBLE CASE OF AMNESIA. “Amnesia? Do Spear Spirits suffer from this?” “I most certainly do not have amnesia!! Well… I do forget things from time to time…” the young girl spoke angrily, but blushed halfway through and finished in a whisper. I SUSPECT THAT SHE’S NOT REALLY A PROPER SPEAR SPIRIT, TO BE HONEST, the Shaft Spirit continued, frowning as he spoke. SHE HAS THE FORM OF A PROPER SPEAR HEAD, BUT IT IS NOT A FORM I HAD SEEN BEFORE… So remind me why he insisted that it was a lance again? DO NOT QUESTION MY JUDGEMENT!! The Shaft Spirit waved his hand. My arms suddenly moved on its own volition. *THUNK* I was struck on the head with my own Spear Shaft. Why does this remind me eerily of a certain Disney Movie? EITHER WAY, SHE RECALLS VERY LITTLE ABOUT HER PAST LIFE. YOUR NEXT PATH, THEREFORE, LIES TO THE WEST. “Do I have t-“ GETTING A MONK, A MONKEY, A PIG AND A SAND DEMON IS OPTIONAL, BUT IT WILL BE EXTREMELY HELPFUL, the Shaft Spirit added helpfully. No, that was not what I meant… T-tring!! And suddenly the quest bell rang, interrupting my planned retort before I could form the words in my mouth. I haven’t heard that for a long time… | Journey to the West. The mysterious young spear spirit!! Strong and prideful, the spirit of the lance is a powerful force to be reckoned with, but her past is but a mystery, the spirit not recalling it herself. Nevertheless, the spirit is resilient, and cannot be broken. Your Journey takes you to the West, in order to seek memories of a broken spirit. Getting a monkey god, pig and sand demon to follow you is optional. This quest must be completed in 60 days. This quest cannot be denied. Reward: Unknown, but the rewarding part is in the Journey, is it not?Restriction: Spearman only. Quest cannot be denied. Must be completed in 60 days. The quest will be failed immediately if the Lance Spearhead breaks. | | --- | [Quest Accepted.] “Do I get any hint regarding this?” I asked, frowning at the prospect of what looked to be a rather long-winded and tiring quest. Looks like I will have to extend that free one-month trial run after all… “There is nothing that I can offer you that would aid you in the journey.” The Lance Spirit paused as she considered that thought, and amended her statement: “On the other hand, since we are to be companions on this journey, this form will perhaps be the only thing that I can offer that might provide a clue.” “What do you mean by form?” I asked. “Perhaps you might know it better as a secret technique. Take your stance, Spearman, and take up my Lance.” I picked up the Lance that stood proudly on the ground. It felt heavy, but it was a good sort of heavy, to put it roughly. The weight felt reassuring, an anchor in a sea of troubles. The Lance Spirit nodded approvingly as she observed. “Good, now that’s the proper way to wield a lance. Now… focus your energy into the point of the spear…” the Lance Spirit gave clear instructions in a clear manner as she slowly corrected my form. “Now… slowly repeat the spell words after me. The Lance, forged to tear scale from skin, sharpened to part flesh from bone…” ******* “… bravely tempering itself in the flames of dragon fire, to pierce deep into the heart…” the young spearman finally spoke, uttering words of power under his breath. The broad tipped spearhead glowed a bright orange as it gathered energy. “Is that a secret technique? Is there any more that you are hiding up your sleeves?” Gordon laughed heartily at the sight, like a child expecting the magician to reveal his trick. He tapped his chest again. “Come on then, this brother here will take whatever worries you want to throw at me!!” The Paladin stood tall and proud, his posture imposing, his hammer swinging around his head in wide arcs as he anticipated the strongest attack that he would sustain in this battle. And the Spearman did not disappoint. As the Lance gathered energy, it gave out an threatening aura that poured out in droves, accumulating at the point and edges of the blade, sharpening and strengthening the lance to a keen edge. “Eeeeh, what’s taking you so long? If you are not coming at me, I’ll come to you instead!! On your guard, Spearman!!” shouting a frightening oath to the heavens, Gordon, finally getting impatient, rushed at the spearman with his hammer, screaming for blood. “Folded Seven-Fold, blades shatter upon thee. Polished to a mirror’s edge, your opponents scatter before your wake. Before my charge, all will fall, Salamander Hunt!!” At the same time, the spearman finished his preparation, and the gathered energy exploded behind it and propelled him forward, the spear head incandescent with a warm orange glow, as though coming from the hearth. The immense wind pressure exploded outwards as the hammer was simply blown aside and the Lance cut into the prided chest plate as easily as a heated knife into butter, plunging deep inside Gordon’s chest. [You have dealt a critical blow.] (Author’s note: Please note the lack of “fatal”.) The spearman kept the blank expression that was quickly becoming his trademark, and pushed the lance deeper into Gordon’s body before trying to withdraw the weapon, bracing his feet against the ground to pull the lance out. A gauntleted hand grabbed the shaft. Gordon’s grin got even wider as he tugged at the lance. “Heh heh heh. That was me and my big mouth, eh? That was a good strike here. My hammer was blown away like a twig, and by what looks to be…” Gordon paused as he appraised the spearman before him: “a complete and utter novice!! Is this world so huge that this sort of thing is a possibility? I fear that I won’t be able to get enough of this thing, AHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Gordon laughed out loud as he pulled against the Lance that was supposed to be a fatal blow, an attack that was supposed to bite deeply inside the body and pierce the vital organs. Despite this, he did not seem to be bothered too greatly by the attack. “If I have one thing I would like to complain about, it’s the difference in levels. Give yourself at least another 20 or so levels, upgrade your armor and weapon a little bit, and that powerful skill would have been a killing blow, a sure one-hit-KO. But (‘at this time, at this place’ or ‘right now’)…” Gordon considered his HP bar. “I would consider the attack to have taken about 75% or so. Maybe even less, I have several defensive buffs on and the chest plate is of the highest grade that I can find at my level. Not that that piece of crud helped out that much. Still, it’s not realistic right?” Gordon pulled the Lance out of his chest as easily as you would pick a flower, handing back the weapon. The spearman didn’t quite speak, but silently accepted the weapon. Gordon grinned sheepishly. “Eh… normally, that attack would have killed me, so my life sort of flashed through my eyes… Well, this is awkward. It’s like committing suicide, and then being cock-blocked at the last minute, you know? Ah, what shall we do, what shall we do…” Gordon paced back and forth as he considered his options, and suddenly thought of an idea. “Well, let’s treat it as my loss. So…” Gordon paused, and fell over in a most unrealistic fashion. “And then, a cry from the defeated… Oh noes, you have defeated me in combat. My life is now forfeit, yada, yada, blah, blah, blah, and then you come in with the Finishing blow. Do that same attack from earlier, I guess.” The young spearman simply looked on at the ludicrous scene. Meanwhile, the other fighters from the Vanguard thought to themselves, what a lousy actor our commander is…. The spearman suddenly blinked twice, and asked the question: “What the hell is going on here?” ******** “What the hell is going on here?” I asked, as the effect of Berserk Impulse finally wore off, bringing me back into reality. Errr, Virtual Reality anyways (Good grief, why am I suddenly reminded of a certain movie regarding a dream within a dream within a dream by many stages?). The immediate view before me was one resembling a coliseum, a ring within a wall of defenders. The Commander was just lying there in a silly manner. Are we having a skit or something? I looked at the spear in my hand. Still the same as before, except… At the tip, a broad-tipped spearhead comprised entirely of steel could be observed. It was doubled edged, and a intricate design could be seen running down the blade… Errrr… by intricate designs, it seems like it was more like cracks. The spear head had been heavily damaged in some strange manner. And before my eyes, the broad spearhead broke and fell apart before my eyes. HOOOOLYYYYYYYYY CRAAAAAAAAAAAAP!!! DOESN’T THIS MEAN THAT I FAIL THAT NEW QUEST INSTANTLY?! AND I ONLY JUST STARTED IT TOO!! “Don’t worry about it. As I have said before, that was merely a facsimile.” "Oh." "More importantly, I think you should start running right about now." "How come?" "Let's just say that your earthly shell... Got a little overexcited, shall we?" WENT ABSOLUTELY BANANAS, HE DID. YES SIR. "Wait, then..." I stared at Commander Gordon still lying on the floor in a strange manner. "I was the one that beat him?" "Hahaha, whatever gave you that idea? He's just playing dead because you didn't quite kill him with my technique." DON'T GET AHEAD OF YOURSELF, SON. "But I wasn't the one that put him in that state!!" I wailed as I looked all around me. People were giving me funny looks, as though calculating and sizing up something. Wait... What are you guys thinking?! "He beat the commander..." "If we beat him, would we get something good in exchange?" "No harm trying, I suppose. Just ripe for the picking, he is." Holy crap, I better get out of here before I get seriously lynched. But I'm surrounded, there seems to be no way out... Maybe if I use the Shaft as a pole vault. DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, PUNK. What's with that phrase that a yakuza mobster would say?! Okay, that plan is out... Erm, I guess I can use the Lance to break through? "Yawn, I'm sleepy. I'm heading back to sleep. Let me know when you escape, okay?" "Wait, don't go!!" Ah, that one wouldn't work either. I massaged my temples as I shuffled through ideas, most of which involve either Shaft or Lance, or both. Before I could think any further though, the undead and orcs, which had been watching the fight as though spellbound, broke out of their revelry and started swarming the punitive force, which diminished severely. "I thought we called for a ceasefire!!" "Defend, defend!!" "Hold on a sec- ARRRRRGHHH!!" All around me, the undead and Orcs attacked without mercy and with a whole lot of vindictiveness, seeming to seek redress for the wrongs that we had inflicted on them. And in the rumpus brought anew, I managed to see an opening, cleared away by the enemy forces as they finally breached the defensive line. "Chance!!" With that one word, I dashed for the opening with everything I got, and woe betide (???) anyone who got in my way. "Wait, aren't you going to finish me?" Commander Gordon called out plaintively. No time for you, good sir, the time has come for me to GTFO. (excuse my French.) Soon, I left behind the punitive force that I was once in, which was slowly being overwhelmed by the green and white tide and fading slowly to grey. [Punitive Force Raid Failed.] The notice flashed across my eyes as I left. ********* "Hah, hah... Finally made it out of here." I said to myself breathlessly as I staggered to a halt, a really long way from the battlefield. It took me quite some time, but I had managed to gain a little distance from all who meant me harm. Now that I'm safe, I can probably start making plans. I can go as I please, finally free from any burden... Perhaps I can even start playing the game like it was supposed to be played. Speaking of Burden though... I seemed to have forgotten something, something really important. "Howard..." I could hear a sultry voice creeping up on me, putting me on edge. Why do I suddenly feel a sense of foreboding?! I turned my head around slowly, and there was Tante, giving me her brightest megawatt smile. Her armor was heavily battered, and she was covered from head to toe in the bloody crimson of orc blood. Far from detracting her looks, it enhanced them instead; swathing her like the most glamorous makeup.Did I mention that I really love girls in armor? At the same time though, a really frightening aura was pouring out all around her!! Why is it that I can see the visage of Asura behind her?! "You better have a good explanation for what you did.... On second thought, I don't want to hear it. Even if I hear what you have to say, I will not forgive you. Though, I'll still treat you most gently, fufufufu...." That's.... really scary!! It's too scary!! But I had nowhere to run; Tante's spirit soldiers had quickly surrounded and tied me up, leaving me trussed like a turkey. I looked up to see Tante, eyes cold as ice as she raised her spear. "Any final words, Howard??" "Wait, wait, at least let me explain mysel- Ahhhhh!!" And my hit points plummeted, way past the threshold set by Berserk Impulse and all the way to 0. And for the first out of what would be carried out many times over the course of my journey, I, Howard, died, and was forcibly logged out of the game. *********** Hope you enjoyed it. What do you think I can improve on? Let me know below, I'll try my best to change...

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> What better way to end the week than with a new chappie? I hope you enjoy reading this!!<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">*</span></span><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">I was 10.<br><br>The Woodpecker (AKA my older sister) and I were playing this game that she found on the Internet. It was a simple beat-them-up game where you control a character and proceed to beat several kinds of crap out of random grunts that turn up. As expected of a game of this kind of genre, there’s even a boss at the end of each level.<br><br>“Take this!! Kugi Punch*!!”<br><br>My older sister expertly controls her character, a muscle bound Brawler, to make him fire off multiple punches at the side of the boss monster, a Chimera easily twice his size. The Chimera attempts to counterattack by breathing fire at the brawler, which was easily shrugged off by the fighter. As expected from my older sister, however her prowess with the book will not lose to that attack (I’m pretty certain of that, having experienced it myself).<br><br>Meanwhile, my character, a slim and agile Twin-Blader, was lying on the ground, having been knocked out by a swipe from the Chimera’s claws.<br><br>“Damn it, Howard. You suck at this game.” my sister taunted, tapping at the controls to make the Brawler aim and shoot an energy ball.<br><br>“It’s not that. I just need to use a Continue.” I replied, pressing the Start key on my Controller to revive the Twin Blader. As soon as the Blader revived, I entered a command, and the Blader unleashed his ultimate attack, attacking with 9 slashes and 9 Stabs while moving with great speed.<br><br>The Chimera, having had its hit point bar depleted, collapsed and blinked away to nothing.<br><br>“What a waste. That Chimera’s only a mid-boss right?”<br><br>“Oh, be quiet, ?? (Older Sister*). At least we killed the boss.” I retorted, but I was pretty happy with the kill. While there was some pride to be taken with gaming skill, there was something pretty awesome about unleashing powerful attacks like this.<br><br>“…” my sister was unable to reply to that. She opened her mouth, closed it, and then suddenly swung her arm at me. <br><br>“Whoa!!” I avoided the incoming attack by shifting my body, having expected it.<br><br>“Dang it, sis. Don’t just respond with violence for everything!!” I yelled angrily, having just avoided impending death. <br><br>“Shut up, stupid brother. I’m 18 this year, I’m not old!!” my sister shouted back.<br><br>“What makes you think that I’m implying tha- wait, wait, wait, don’t use the spine!! It will freaking hur- Ahhhhh!!”<br><br>And then I was badly mauled by the Woodpecker, who used the killer move that will certainly not lose to even a 100-ren Kugi Punch*.<br><br>Author’s note:<br>* <span style="font-weight: bold;">Kugi Punch (Nail Punch)</span>: One of Toriko’s signature moves, where he concentrates multiple punches at a single spot. Multiple punches will increase the damage dealt at an increasing rate, but the attack will put immense strain on his body. As of the time that this story was written, Toriko can use this attack 100 times, or 100-ren (50 times per hand).<br><br>**By right, it’s supposed to be <span style="font-weight: bold;">??</span>; but <span style="font-weight: bold;">??</span> is how Howard addresses his older sister sometimes.<br></span><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">** </span></span><br><br>Weird, how is it that this memory would suddenly spring into mind, I wondered to myself as I walked along the golden path amidst the thick dense fog that covered everything.<br><br>I had been walking on the path for some time, but there barely seems to be any end to the path. Nothing seemed to appear as far as I can see. Then again, it wasn’t much. <br><br>Dang it, how long must I keep walking? If I hadn’t logged out of the game, then I must not have died, so why did I suddenly end up here, away from the fight? <br><br>I decided that this must be due to me currently being under the effect of <span style="font-style: italic;">Berserk Impulse</span>. It was a passive skill that let me increase my stats and HP regeneration by a large amount when my HP falls below a certain level, but in exchange, I would lose control of my actions while the skill is active.<br><br>I did recall that I was being beaten up by a number of undead, but as my hit points fell, my consciousness fading away as my HP fell. <br><br>That was supposed to be how <span style="font-style: italic;">Berserk Impulse</span> worked. From experience, I could not recall what I did while I was under the effects of the skill. This was the first time I had ended up here, walking along the golden path in the midst of a foggy road.<br><br>Then again, the skill proficiency for Berserk Impulse was a lot lower then, so this must occur when I hit a certain level, right? <br>So many questions, but sadly I didn’t have a proper answer for any of them. I could only keep moving forward, leaving the questions unanswered.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">***</span></span><br><br>Jeanne, or Combatante as she was known in game, watched with amazement at the sight that unfolded before her.<br><br>Incidentally, Jeanne hid her real name from others, since she was pretty embarrassed about the circumstances under which she had given herself that name, but that was another story for another time.<br><br>Howard was practically wiping the floor with the undead as he silently swung his spear shaft. While the blow appeared to be simplistic, the attack had a great amount of force behind it and it shattered several undead monsters in its wake. The skeletons and zombies that were struck just shattered and fell apart, the bone fragments disappearing in a grey flash.<br><br>“Was he always hiding this level of ability?” she wondered in admiration. She then broke out of her revelry, raising her spear just in time to guard against an attack from a skeleton. She was in the middle of a battlefield after all.<br><br>She aimed a thrust at the skeleton, managing to pierce its skull. Having gained a quick respite, she smiled and letting go of the spear, drew a short sword from a scabbard that was hung on her waist, slicing the skeleton’s spine with the same movement. The sword was about 60 centimeters in length and doubled-edged, with a crossguard in between the blade and the hilt. <br><br>Her Spirit Soldiers, having beaten up several undead soldiers themselves, gathered in front of her. While they were usually rowdy, it was a different case when she draws her sword. She picked up the spear that had fallen on the floor as the skeleton disappeared.<br><br>“Well, no matter what, I can’t exactly lose to a junior now, can I?” she said to herself, the spear held underarm on her right hand and the short sword on her left. Like Howard, she also had a trump card up her erm… sleeve. <br><br>She pointed the spear at another horde of zombies.<br><br>“Destroy them all. Onwards, Spirit Soldiers!!” she cried in a loud voice.<br><br>Shouting and yelling the spirit soldiers charged, waving their weapons as they collided with the zombie troops, with Jeanne at the forefront. She swung the spear in her right hand and approached the wave of undead in a straight run. She called out the skill name:<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“Twin Pierce!!”</span><br><br>The shaft covered a wide area, slashing several zombies. The banner that was hung on the edge of the spear billowed out in the spear’s wake.<br><br>Midway through the swinger, she followed up by stepping forward and punching the half-extended right arm outwards, and the slash suddenly shifted into a thrust. The short sword in her left hand followed behind it, and the two points pierced into a zombie one after another.<br><br>She withdrew the two weapons from the zombie and then used a dash-type skill to move quickly among the zombies, slashing and stabbing everything within sight with her sword and spear. Her movements could be compared to a dance, but the blood and gore belied her graceful actions.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Combat Sequence: Dance of Sword and Spear. <br><br>[You have performed a sequence. The frenetic dance movements have raised the attack of your party by 10%.]</span><br><br>The Flag Bearer’s attack skills not only deal damage, but also have powerful secondary effects that aid his or her party in combat. As such, the Flag Bearer can play the roles of an attacker and a support at the same time, and the class’s true potential is brought out when fighting in a group, or when she has her Spirit Soldiers. <br><br>The wave of zombies was eventually cleared out, and she relaxed, scanning the battlefield for the next crowd of mobs. Suddenly, she stiffened, having seen something strange.<br><br>“What the hell are you doing?! Stop attacking me… Gaaaah!!”<br><br>Howard had swung his spear shaft again, striking his target by the head. The enemy swayed and fell over. It was the right thing to do in a war. Yet… Were zombies able to speak at its current level? While some undead retain some vestige of intelligence, lower leveled zombies and skeletons do not rank among those. In fact… that’s not an undead creature or an Orc.<br><br>As it transpired, Howard was not just attacking the undead that surrounded him, but also the people around him. His actions, within this crowded area, were easily noticed by the other combatants in the Vanguard.<br><br>“Damn that guy. We are in a life-and-death situation now, and he suddenly does this?”<br><br>“Has he gone mad?”<br><br>“What is he doing?”<br><br>“Don’t get cocky, bastard…”<br><br>“Get him before he dooms us all!!”<br><br>Other players sought to stop him, but he didn’t flinch, and quickly dispatched the players with a series of thrusts that was aimed at different spots on the body. Following that, he quickly moved between groups, attacking enemies left and right with swings of his spear shaft.<br><br>It was as if an avatar of death and despair had descended on the battle field. His spear shaft had suddenly become the Grim Reaper’s scythe, indiscriminately harvesting the souls of the fallen on the battlefield.<br><br>“Amazi- no, wait. Damn that boy… was he hiding that much combat potential from me all along? In fact, what the heck is he doing? Doesn’t he realize that this is a horrible place to become a PKer right about now?” Jeanne ran forward, her Spirit Soldiers following behind.<br><br>Even in a Player VS Player (PvP) situation, building up a killing spree (read: killing multiple player characters) is a terrible thing to be doing on a battle field. For one thing, it attracts attention from other players and practically makes you a target. In Player VS Enemy (PvE), it’s a really idiotic thing to do since the enemy’s just in front of you and you are attacking your allies instead. In short, it’s practically a death sentence.<br>“That guy must be a battle-crazed idiot, releasing his true potential on a frenzied battlefield like this.” Jeanne speculated. How far from the truth she was.<br><br>“That idiot, always needing someone to solve his problems for him… Well, that’s what the senior’s here for anyway…” Jeanne sighed to herself. <br><br>And so, as the other player characters in the Vanguard banded together to put Howard down for his own good, Jeanne joined them. Someone had to be on hand to save him from his own idiocy, right?<br> <br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">***</span></span><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">In a medieval castle somewhere, it’s the defenders against the raiders!! The defenders have to hold off the raiders who seek to pillage the village and raze it to the ground, and hopefully break into the castle and kill the king while they are at it. <br><br>The battle thus begins with the following sentence: <br><br>“We’re Red, right?”<br><br>“Sean, I can’t believe you can even mix your teammates up like this.” I sighed, shaking my head (or rather, my avatar sighed and shook his head as I pressed a command). In that particular game, I was a halberdier. I wore a full face helmet with chainmail, greaves and leather gloves. The halberd that I was equipped with was about 1.5 to 1.8 metres long, and consisted of an axe blade and hook topped with a spike mounted on a long shaft.<br><br>“Hahaha, it’s fine as long as you don’t kill your own team during the match.“ Jacob piped in with his own opinion. Jacob had chosen to be a Man-at-arms, and he wore leather armor and was equipped with a sword and shield.<br><br>“Yeah, now that we finally have time to come together for a game, let’s have some fun while we can!!” added Michael, who opted to become a knight. He wore full plate armor, and wielded a massive two-handed sledgehammer. Yes… let’s have fun by violently bludgeoning people to death in a game. Yay~<br><br>In this particular game, it was a computer game played in a first person view. You get to pick certain classes with preset gear and stats, and then duke it out with one another in many different modes. It was pretty well-known back then for its impressive ability to imitate real life combat to a large extent.<br><br>Anyways, as Sean had said earlier, we are Red, which means that we are currently the raiders. And our current job is to burn the village, and kill all the filthy peasants. The goal here is to kill 40 peasants within the time limit, and houses count as two peasants. Our enemy is the Blue side, who are the defenders, and they basically have to prevent us from accomplishing our goal by killing as many as possible.<br><br> “Ah, here’s the countdown.” I motioned to the screen.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">3…<br><br>2…<br><br>1…</span><br><br>And we are off. Our current avatars starting moving towards the village; and upon arrival started on the assigned task with great gusto. With a click of a mouse, the halberdier that I was currently controlling swung his weapon, the blade catching a fleeing peasant by the back and killing him instantly.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">[You have killed a filthy peasant.]<br><br>[You have killed SeanKingston100.]</span><br><br>Oops. It seems that I have not considered the range of the weapon and hit Sean by accident, killing him instantly as well.<br><br>“Are we playing with friendly fire option on?” I typed.<br><br>“It seems to be that way. Be careful about how you swing that Halberd.”<br><br>From my rather limited view, I could see the others picking up the burning torches by a bonfire conveniently standing by the entrance and throwing it at the houses, the thatched roofs easily catching fire. <br><br>I really have to question the game design though. If they wanted to prevent us from setting fire from the village, shouldn’t they put the bonfire at the middle where it won’t be easily used against them?<br><br>Either way, it was only a matter of time before the enemy team showed up. A team of knights, wielding great swords, maces, axes and flails suddenly came rushing over, looking to impede further advancement into the village. I quickly rushed over to another peasant, running him through with the spike on my halberd. I quickly withdrew my weapon and ran further into the village.<br><br>The key to winning this round was evasion, but beating up the enemy works too. Already Michael was putting in work, his sledgehammer rendering the opposing knights literally headless as the weapon crashed into their heads.<br><br>Either way, two more knights gave pursuit, chasing me like dogs on the hunt. However, as they were knights, the plate armor slows them down greatly, and they were among the slowest classes in the game. In contrast, my halberdier was lightly armored, and its original purpose was to charge down the enemy anyway. The fastest class would be the man-at-arms with its leather equipment.<br><br>“Dang it, why did we all have to choose the slow people!!”<br><br>Ah, I’m starting to see that they are beginning to regret their choice.<br><br>If they were defending a enclosed location like a castle or fort, then a heavily armored knight would have been a sensible choice as a defender. However, as the targets are located all about the arena, it would have been better to use a class that is light on their feet like a Man-at-arms or a Watchman.<br><br>And the game of cat and mouse is on, as I ran through the village, killing as many peasants as I could.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">[You have killed a filthy peasant.]<br><br>[You have killed a filthy peasant.]<br><br>[You have killed a filthy peasant.]<br><br>[You have killed a filthy peasant.]<br><br>[You have killed MikeKiller978.]<br></span><br>“Ah, oops. Sorry. :P” I typed out on the team chat, adding a emoticon.<br><br>“It’s fine, just don’t do it again.” came the reply.<br><br>Still, you have to concede that they are persistent. I soon ran out of places to run, and they managed to corner me. <br><br>Fortunately the halberd is well-suited for taking on armored opponents as the additional angular momentum allows it to punch through armor easily. And a cornered rat must eventually show some fight, right?<br><br>“Hang on Howard, I’m coming!!” Michael cried as he ran over, his hammer raised for another attack.<br><br>At the same time, I swung my halberd… and scored a double kill. An excellent and praiseworthy feat; except…<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">[You have killed randomknight01.]<br><br>[You have killed randomknight02.]<br><br>[You have killed MikeKiller978.]</span><br><br>“Ah, sorry about that.” I typed.<br><br>“You weren’t sorry about that at all!! :evil:” an angry face punctuated the following reply.<br><br>“You know… I think Howard should have been on the other team… -.-” Jacob typed.<br><br>We still won, by the way.</span><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">****</span></span><br><br>Another weird memory just went through my mind as I walked through the thick and dense fog, looking down on the road as I moved. It was as if I was looking for something precious that I have lost... Wait, I’m not sure that this phrasing was entirely accurate. Since when have I lost anything?<br><br>Strange… it’s as though I’m walking through memory lane. Completely random memories that I thought to have long forgotten are being dredged up and screened as though they were completely recent and fresh.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">OF COURSE. THAT’S BECAUSE WE ARE IN YOUR MIND.</span><br><br> A reply came from the distance. For some strange reason, I could practically hear the capital letters in the sentence as well. Normally capital letters are associated with loudness, but this is somewhat different from what I was used to…<br><br>Anyway, I was surprised, and I looked up. I could somewhat make out a shadow standing in the fog. Finally, someone who could possibly shed some light on the topic!!<br><br>“Erm, who are you?” I called out, hoping to make contact.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">GOOD QUESTION, BUT NOT SO EASILY ANSWERED IN MY CASE. WHO AM I, I WONDER? I WAS HOPING YOU COULD HELP ME WITH THAT.</span><br><br>It doesn’t seem that the guy can speak. Hang on, then how is it that that guy can communicate?<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">TELEPATHY?</span> Came the helpful reply.<br><br>“I guess we can go with that. So what’s all this about this being in my mind?” I asked, moving forward towards the shady figure in the fog.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">GOOD QUESTION. IT WAS JUST A GUESS. I WAS HOPING YOU COULD HELP ME WITH THAT AS WELL.</span><br><br>Is this guy an idiot?<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO CALL ME THAT?</span><br><br>Is he a mind reader?<br><br>NO, YOU ARE JUST REALLY EASY TO READ, LIKE THAT OSSAN SAID.<br><br>“Don’t remind me…”<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">SORRY.</span><br><br>“Anyways, who are you?” I kept walking forward, and I could somewhat make out more of that guy’s features as I walked.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">DO YOU HAVE TO ASK ME AGAIN? I’LL LEAVE IT TO YOU TO DECIDE WHEN WE MEET. SEE YOU LATER.</span><br><br>Saying this (or rather, channeling this thought through telepathy), the shady figure vanished.<br><br> “Another weirdo…” I sighed. Thus far, the individuals I have come across seem to have rather… colourful personalities.<br><br> But it seems that my best bet would be to hunt down that mysterious shadow. More questions started to bubble in my mind, but I ignored them as there were no satisfactory answers. I can only keep moving forward, with an increasing number of questions left unanswered.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">*****</span></span><br><br>EDIT: Author's note:<br><br>Thought I'll put it up here, but the last memory's based off a first person medieval game known as Chivalry. It's pretty awesome and fun to play, but Halberds don't seem to agree with me. </div>

What better way to end the week than with a new chappie? I hope you enjoy reading this!! * I was 10. The Woodpecker (AKA my older sister) and I were playing this game that she found on the Internet. It was a simple beat-them-up game where you control a character and proceed to beat several kinds of crap out of random grunts that turn up. As expected of a game of this kind of genre, there’s even a boss at the end of each level. “Take this!! Kugi Punch*!!” My older sister expertly controls her character, a muscle bound Brawler, to make him fire off multiple punches at the side of the boss monster, a Chimera easily twice his size. The Chimera attempts to counterattack by breathing fire at the brawler, which was easily shrugged off by the fighter. As expected from my older sister, however her prowess with the book will not lose to that attack (I’m pretty certain of that, having experienced it myself). Meanwhile, my character, a slim and agile Twin-Blader, was lying on the ground, having been knocked out by a swipe from the Chimera’s claws. “Damn it, Howard. You suck at this game.” my sister taunted, tapping at the controls to make the Brawler aim and shoot an energy ball. “It’s not that. I just need to use a Continue.” I replied, pressing the Start key on my Controller to revive the Twin Blader. As soon as the Blader revived, I entered a command, and the Blader unleashed his ultimate attack, attacking with 9 slashes and 9 Stabs while moving with great speed. The Chimera, having had its hit point bar depleted, collapsed and blinked away to nothing. “What a waste. That Chimera’s only a mid-boss right?” “Oh, be quiet, ?? (Older Sister*). At least we killed the boss.” I retorted, but I was pretty happy with the kill. While there was some pride to be taken with gaming skill, there was something pretty awesome about unleashing powerful attacks like this. “…” my sister was unable to reply to that. She opened her mouth, closed it, and then suddenly swung her arm at me. “Whoa!!” I avoided the incoming attack by shifting my body, having expected it. “Dang it, sis. Don’t just respond with violence for everything!!” I yelled angrily, having just avoided impending death. “Shut up, stupid brother. I’m 18 this year, I’m not old!!” my sister shouted back. “What makes you think that I’m implying tha- wait, wait, wait, don’t use the spine!! It will freaking hur- Ahhhhh!!” And then I was badly mauled by the Woodpecker, who used the killer move that will certainly not lose to even a 100-ren Kugi Punch*. Author’s note: * Kugi Punch (Nail Punch): One of Toriko’s signature moves, where he concentrates multiple punches at a single spot. Multiple punches will increase the damage dealt at an increasing rate, but the attack will put immense strain on his body. As of the time that this story was written, Toriko can use this attack 100 times, or 100-ren (50 times per hand). **By right, it’s supposed to be ??; but ?? is how Howard addresses his older sister sometimes. ** Weird, how is it that this memory would suddenly spring into mind, I wondered to myself as I walked along the golden path amidst the thick dense fog that covered everything. I had been walking on the path for some time, but there barely seems to be any end to the path. Nothing seemed to appear as far as I can see. Then again, it wasn’t much. Dang it, how long must I keep walking? If I hadn’t logged out of the game, then I must not have died, so why did I suddenly end up here, away from the fight? I decided that this must be due to me currently being under the effect of Berserk Impulse. It was a passive skill that let me increase my stats and HP regeneration by a large amount when my HP falls below a certain level, but in exchange, I would lose control of my actions while the skill is active. I did recall that I was being beaten up by a number of undead, but as my hit points fell, my consciousness fading away as my HP fell. That was supposed to be how Berserk Impulse worked. From experience, I could not recall what I did while I was under the effects of the skill. This was the first time I had ended up here, walking along the golden path in the midst of a foggy road. Then again, the skill proficiency for Berserk Impulse was a lot lower then, so this must occur when I hit a certain level, right? So many questions, but sadly I didn’t have a proper answer for any of them. I could only keep moving forward, leaving the questions unanswered. *** Jeanne, or Combatante as she was known in game, watched with amazement at the sight that unfolded before her. Incidentally, Jeanne hid her real name from others, since she was pretty embarrassed about the circumstances under which she had given herself that name, but that was another story for another time. Howard was practically wiping the floor with the undead as he silently swung his spear shaft. While the blow appeared to be simplistic, the attack had a great amount of force behind it and it shattered several undead monsters in its wake. The skeletons and zombies that were struck just shattered and fell apart, the bone fragments disappearing in a grey flash. “Was he always hiding this level of ability?” she wondered in admiration. She then broke out of her revelry, raising her spear just in time to guard against an attack from a skeleton. She was in the middle of a battlefield after all. She aimed a thrust at the skeleton, managing to pierce its skull. Having gained a quick respite, she smiled and letting go of the spear, drew a short sword from a scabbard that was hung on her waist, slicing the skeleton’s spine with the same movement. The sword was about 60 centimeters in length and doubled-edged, with a crossguard in between the blade and the hilt. Her Spirit Soldiers, having beaten up several undead soldiers themselves, gathered in front of her. While they were usually rowdy, it was a different case when she draws her sword. She picked up the spear that had fallen on the floor as the skeleton disappeared. “Well, no matter what, I can’t exactly lose to a junior now, can I?” she said to herself, the spear held underarm on her right hand and the short sword on her left. Like Howard, she also had a trump card up her erm… sleeve. She pointed the spear at another horde of zombies. “Destroy them all. Onwards, Spirit Soldiers!!” she cried in a loud voice. Shouting and yelling the spirit soldiers charged, waving their weapons as they collided with the zombie troops, with Jeanne at the forefront. She swung the spear in her right hand and approached the wave of undead in a straight run. She called out the skill name: “Twin Pierce!!” The shaft covered a wide area, slashing several zombies. The banner that was hung on the edge of the spear billowed out in the spear’s wake. Midway through the swinger, she followed up by stepping forward and punching the half-extended right arm outwards, and the slash suddenly shifted into a thrust. The short sword in her left hand followed behind it, and the two points pierced into a zombie one after another. She withdrew the two weapons from the zombie and then used a dash-type skill to move quickly among the zombies, slashing and stabbing everything within sight with her sword and spear. Her movements could be compared to a dance, but the blood and gore belied her graceful actions. Combat Sequence: Dance of Sword and Spear. [You have performed a sequence. The frenetic dance movements have raised the attack of your party by 10%.] The Flag Bearer’s attack skills not only deal damage, but also have powerful secondary effects that aid his or her party in combat. As such, the Flag Bearer can play the roles of an attacker and a support at the same time, and the class’s true potential is brought out when fighting in a group, or when she has her Spirit Soldiers. The wave of zombies was eventually cleared out, and she relaxed, scanning the battlefield for the next crowd of mobs. Suddenly, she stiffened, having seen something strange. “What the hell are you doing?! Stop attacking me… Gaaaah!!” Howard had swung his spear shaft again, striking his target by the head. The enemy swayed and fell over. It was the right thing to do in a war. Yet… Were zombies able to speak at its current level? While some undead retain some vestige of intelligence, lower leveled zombies and skeletons do not rank among those. In fact… that’s not an undead creature or an Orc. As it transpired, Howard was not just attacking the undead that surrounded him, but also the people around him. His actions, within this crowded area, were easily noticed by the other combatants in the Vanguard. “Damn that guy. We are in a life-and-death situation now, and he suddenly does this?” “Has he gone mad?” “What is he doing?” “Don’t get cocky, bastard…” “Get him before he dooms us all!!” Other players sought to stop him, but he didn’t flinch, and quickly dispatched the players with a series of thrusts that was aimed at different spots on the body. Following that, he quickly moved between groups, attacking enemies left and right with swings of his spear shaft. It was as if an avatar of death and despair had descended on the battle field. His spear shaft had suddenly become the Grim Reaper’s scythe, indiscriminately harvesting the souls of the fallen on the battlefield. “Amazi- no, wait. Damn that boy… was he hiding that much combat potential from me all along? In fact, what the heck is he doing? Doesn’t he realize that this is a horrible place to become a PKer right about now?” Jeanne ran forward, her Spirit Soldiers following behind. Even in a Player VS Player (PvP) situation, building up a killing spree (read: killing multiple player characters) is a terrible thing to be doing on a battle field. For one thing, it attracts attention from other players and practically makes you a target. In Player VS Enemy (PvE), it’s a really idiotic thing to do since the enemy’s just in front of you and you are attacking your allies instead. In short, it’s practically a death sentence. “That guy must be a battle-crazed idiot, releasing his true potential on a frenzied battlefield like this.” Jeanne speculated. How far from the truth she was. “That idiot, always needing someone to solve his problems for him… Well, that’s what the senior’s here for anyway…” Jeanne sighed to herself. And so, as the other player characters in the Vanguard banded together to put Howard down for his own good, Jeanne joined them. Someone had to be on hand to save him from his own idiocy, right? *** In a medieval castle somewhere, it’s the defenders against the raiders!! The defenders have to hold off the raiders who seek to pillage the village and raze it to the ground, and hopefully break into the castle and kill the king while they are at it. The battle thus begins with the following sentence: “We’re Red, right?” “Sean, I can’t believe you can even mix your teammates up like this.” I sighed, shaking my head (or rather, my avatar sighed and shook his head as I pressed a command). In that particular game, I was a halberdier. I wore a full face helmet with chainmail, greaves and leather gloves. The halberd that I was equipped with was about 1.5 to 1.8 metres long, and consisted of an axe blade and hook topped with a spike mounted on a long shaft. “Hahaha, it’s fine as long as you don’t kill your own team during the match.“ Jacob piped in with his own opinion. Jacob had chosen to be a Man-at-arms, and he wore leather armor and was equipped with a sword and shield. “Yeah, now that we finally have time to come together for a game, let’s have some fun while we can!!” added Michael, who opted to become a knight. He wore full plate armor, and wielded a massive two-handed sledgehammer. Yes… let’s have fun by violently bludgeoning people to death in a game. Yay~ In this particular game, it was a computer game played in a first person view. You get to pick certain classes with preset gear and stats, and then duke it out with one another in many different modes. It was pretty well-known back then for its impressive ability to imitate real life combat to a large extent. Anyways, as Sean had said earlier, we are Red, which means that we are currently the raiders. And our current job is to burn the village, and kill all the filthy peasants. The goal here is to kill 40 peasants within the time limit, and houses count as two peasants. Our enemy is the Blue side, who are the defenders, and they basically have to prevent us from accomplishing our goal by killing as many as possible. “Ah, here’s the countdown.” I motioned to the screen. 3… 2… 1… And we are off. Our current avatars starting moving towards the village; and upon arrival started on the assigned task with great gusto. With a click of a mouse, the halberdier that I was currently controlling swung his weapon, the blade catching a fleeing peasant by the back and killing him instantly. [You have killed a filthy peasant.] [You have killed SeanKingston100.] Oops. It seems that I have not considered the range of the weapon and hit Sean by accident, killing him instantly as well. “Are we playing with friendly fire option on?” I typed. “It seems to be that way. Be careful about how you swing that Halberd.” From my rather limited view, I could see the others picking up the burning torches by a bonfire conveniently standing by the entrance and throwing it at the houses, the thatched roofs easily catching fire. I really have to question the game design though. If they wanted to prevent us from setting fire from the village, shouldn’t they put the bonfire at the middle where it won’t be easily used against them? Either way, it was only a matter of time before the enemy team showed up. A team of knights, wielding great swords, maces, axes and flails suddenly came rushing over, looking to impede further advancement into the village. I quickly rushed over to another peasant, running him through with the spike on my halberd. I quickly withdrew my weapon and ran further into the village. The key to winning this round was evasion, but beating up the enemy works too. Already Michael was putting in work, his sledgehammer rendering the opposing knights literally headless as the weapon crashed into their heads. Either way, two more knights gave pursuit, chasing me like dogs on the hunt. However, as they were knights, the plate armor slows them down greatly, and they were among the slowest classes in the game. In contrast, my halberdier was lightly armored, and its original purpose was to charge down the enemy anyway. The fastest class would be the man-at-arms with its leather equipment. “Dang it, why did we all have to choose the slow people!!” Ah, I’m starting to see that they are beginning to regret their choice. If they were defending a enclosed location like a castle or fort, then a heavily armored knight would have been a sensible choice as a defender. However, as the targets are located all about the arena, it would have been better to use a class that is light on their feet like a Man-at-arms or a Watchman. And the game of cat and mouse is on, as I ran through the village, killing as many peasants as I could. [You have killed a filthy peasant.] [You have killed a filthy peasant.] [You have killed a filthy peasant.] [You have killed a filthy peasant.] [You have killed MikeKiller978.] “Ah, oops. Sorry. :P” I typed out on the team chat, adding a emoticon. “It’s fine, just don’t do it again.” came the reply. Still, you have to concede that they are persistent. I soon ran out of places to run, and they managed to corner me. Fortunately the halberd is well-suited for taking on armored opponents as the additional angular momentum allows it to punch through armor easily. And a cornered rat must eventually show some fight, right? “Hang on Howard, I’m coming!!” Michael cried as he ran over, his hammer raised for another attack. At the same time, I swung my halberd… and scored a double kill. An excellent and praiseworthy feat; except… [You have killed randomknight01.] [You have killed randomknight02.] [You have killed MikeKiller978.] “Ah, sorry about that.” I typed. “You weren’t sorry about that at all!! :evil:” an angry face punctuated the following reply. “You know… I think Howard should have been on the other team… -.-” Jacob typed. We still won, by the way. **** Another weird memory just went through my mind as I walked through the thick and dense fog, looking down on the road as I moved. It was as if I was looking for something precious that I have lost... Wait, I’m not sure that this phrasing was entirely accurate. Since when have I lost anything? Strange… it’s as though I’m walking through memory lane. Completely random memories that I thought to have long forgotten are being dredged up and screened as though they were completely recent and fresh. OF COURSE. THAT’S BECAUSE WE ARE IN YOUR MIND. A reply came from the distance. For some strange reason, I could practically hear the capital letters in the sentence as well. Normally capital letters are associated with loudness, but this is somewhat different from what I was used to… Anyway, I was surprised, and I looked up. I could somewhat make out a shadow standing in the fog. Finally, someone who could possibly shed some light on the topic!! “Erm, who are you?” I called out, hoping to make contact. GOOD QUESTION, BUT NOT SO EASILY ANSWERED IN MY CASE. WHO AM I, I WONDER? I WAS HOPING YOU COULD HELP ME WITH THAT. It doesn’t seem that the guy can speak. Hang on, then how is it that that guy can communicate? TELEPATHY? Came the helpful reply. “I guess we can go with that. So what’s all this about this being in my mind?” I asked, moving forward towards the shady figure in the fog. GOOD QUESTION. IT WAS JUST A GUESS. I WAS HOPING YOU COULD HELP ME WITH THAT AS WELL. Is this guy an idiot? ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO CALL ME THAT? Is he a mind reader? NO, YOU ARE JUST REALLY EASY TO READ, LIKE THAT OSSAN SAID. “Don’t remind me…” SORRY. “Anyways, who are you?” I kept walking forward, and I could somewhat make out more of that guy’s features as I walked. DO YOU HAVE TO ASK ME AGAIN? I’LL LEAVE IT TO YOU TO DECIDE WHEN WE MEET. SEE YOU LATER. Saying this (or rather, channeling this thought through telepathy), the shady figure vanished. “Another weirdo…” I sighed. Thus far, the individuals I have come across seem to have rather… colourful personalities. But it seems that my best bet would be to hunt down that mysterious shadow. More questions started to bubble in my mind, but I ignored them as there were no satisfactory answers. I can only keep moving forward, with an increasing number of questions left unanswered. ***** EDIT: Author's note: Thought I'll put it up here, but the last memory's based off a first person medieval game known as Chivalry. It's pretty awesome and fun to play, but Halberds don't seem to agree with me.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Amanda didn't have classes today, so of course she would be stuffing herself in the capsule for four days game time. <br><br>In game time, she had just finished her first month and was looking to enter the fray! She headed to the hunting grounds, but then realized she forgot something very important. Amanda was squishy, and had no combat ability. She had spent her first month cooped up in the library reading. She was so enticed with the history of this world that she could not stop. She became good friends with the librarian and ran a couple of tasks for her. This allowed her to buy food, and provided two level ups. The library was quite useful actually. She had managed to gain an impressive twenty five INT and twenty two WIS, not to mention the identification skill.This was great! However, it did not give her any value in combat.<br><br>Essentially...Amanda was a leech. Her avatar, Vera, looked exactly as she did in real life. That was the one thing that made her life a little easier. Every noob and his brother was offering to recruit her into hunting parties, and even going so far as to try and invite her to their guilds. As they hunted, they would always attempt to show off to Amanda in various ways, and it was quite annoying.<br><br>"They're just slaughtering rabbits and foxes." Thought Amanda, as she was wondering why they would go to such lengths to try and impress her.<br><br>"Oh well, I just stand here and still get my share of experience and loot." Shrugged Amanda.<br><br>Upon finally reaching level ten, Amanda headed to the intelligence guild to receive insight on which class she should convert to.<br><br>When Amanda reached the guild, she saw a huge marble building covered with ornate decorations. There were two guards standing at the front gate, and a slew of vines crawling their way around the marble pillars. It was a grand building.<br><br>Amanda entered, and walked to the clerk attending the front desk. The man looked up and said, " Ah, Vera. We have been expecting you. Please take a seat at table thirteen and someone will be right with you."<br><br>Amanda looked around to see if she was on camera or bugged, and then did what the man had said.<br><br>Five minutes later, a rather plump man with a pig nose ambled his way over to her. He smelled...unique, and had a high pitched, raspy voice which did not fit his body at all. The man began to speak again, and Amanda blushed and started to pay attention.<br><br>"Well Vera, we have checked your progress and found two classes which would fit your current level and abilities. The first would be a mage, and the second is an enchanter." Said the man.<br><br>"I'm sure you know what a mage is, but an enchanter is special. Enchanters have magical abilities which are weaker than a mage's, but they can confer temporary and permanent abilities and stats to items by channeling magic energies into them." Squeaked the man.<br><br>Amanda was immediately sold on the idea of being an enchanter. Who would not want to make their own epic loot! Also, she could make a fortune...<br><br>"Enchanter! I want to be an enchanter!" She exclaimed loudly before the pudgy man could finish. He tried to retain his composure as he said, "Right then, here are the directions to the Enchanter's Guild. I will inform them you are on your way." Stated the man.<br><br>"Thank you sir! Also, I don't believe I ever got your name." Said Amanda.<br><br>"Darp, my name is Darp." Stated "Darp" proudly.<br><br>"Darp...Yes, a fine name...Quite fitting. Eh...Have a good day." Said Amanda, trying to stifle her laughter as she proceeded to walk out.<br><br>"You as well." Said Darp, lethargically. <br><br>Amanda hurriedly followed the map straight to the Enchanter's guild. When inside, she immediately sought out the guild master. Upon finding him, he said, "Ah, good of you to come with such haste, Vera. My name is Erratus, and I am the guild master. Now, you seem to have all the necessary qualities to become an enchanter, but you must pass the customary test. Do you accept?" Said Erratus.<br>T-ting<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Enchanter Entry Quest<br>You will receive a copy of "Enchanting 101" and a rusty helmet. You must enchant the helmet with a +10 HP enchantment within six hours time.<br>Difficulty Level: E<br>Warning: If you lose the helmet, or exceed six hours, you will fail.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>"I accept!" Yelled Amanda excitedly.<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Quest Accepted</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Gained Skill: Enchanting</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>After perusing the book for about an hour and dabbling on some junk she had, Amanda finally managed to enchant the helmet. Upon bringing it to Erratus, he was thoroughly impressed with the speed in which she completed the task. It usually took a lot longer to grasp the intricacies of enchanting.<br><br>"Very good, I see much promise in you." Said Erratus.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Quest Complete!<br>Enchanter Entry Quest<br><br>You have gained the ability to become an enchanter.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Would you like to change class to Enchanter?</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>"Yes!" Yelled Amanda.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Class changed to Enchanter.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Name</td><td width="25%">Vera</td><td width="25%">Primary Class</td><td width="25%">Enchanter</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health</td><td width="25%">360</td><td width="25%">Mana</td><td width="25%">990+(300)</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Level</td><td colspan="3">10</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health Regen/Sec</td><td width="25%">.2</td><td width="25%">Mana Regen/Sec</td><td width="25%">2.2</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Strength</td><td width="25%">10</td><td width="25%">Agility</td><td width="25%">10</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Wisdom</td><td width="25%">32(+10)</td><td width="25%">Intelligence</td><td width="25%">35(+10)</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Stamina</td><td width="25%">25</td><td width="25%">Vitality</td><td width="25%">13</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Attack</td><td width="25%">2</td><td width="25%">Defense</td><td width="25%">0</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Magic Resistance</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Fire</td><td width="25%">0%</td><td width="25%">Water</td><td width="25%">0%</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Earth</td><td width="25%">0%</td><td width="25%">Electric</td><td width="25%">0%</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Dark</td><td colspan="3">0%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">+10 INT<br>+10 WIS<br>+300 Mana<br>+20% Stronger Enchantments</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Skill points left to distribute: 50</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Amanda was ecstatic. Just then, Erratus said, " You begin your enchanting classes tomorrow morning. You will be staying in the girl's dorm, room number two hundred twelve. Welcome aboard." <br><br>Erratus then returned to studying, and Amanda logged out to process everything. </div>

Amanda didn't have classes today, so of course she would be stuffing herself in the capsule for four days game time. In game time, she had just finished her first month and was looking to enter the fray! She headed to the hunting grounds, but then realized she forgot something very important. Amanda was squishy, and had no combat ability. She had spent her first month cooped up in the library reading. She was so enticed with the history of this world that she could not stop. She became good friends with the librarian and ran a couple of tasks for her. This allowed her to buy food, and provided two level ups. The library was quite useful actually. She had managed to gain an impressive twenty five INT and twenty two WIS, not to mention the identification skill.This was great! However, it did not give her any value in combat. Essentially...Amanda was a leech. Her avatar, Vera, looked exactly as she did in real life. That was the one thing that made her life a little easier. Every noob and his brother was offering to recruit her into hunting parties, and even going so far as to try and invite her to their guilds. As they hunted, they would always attempt to show off to Amanda in various ways, and it was quite annoying. "They're just slaughtering rabbits and foxes." Thought Amanda, as she was wondering why they would go to such lengths to try and impress her. "Oh well, I just stand here and still get my share of experience and loot." Shrugged Amanda. Upon finally reaching level ten, Amanda headed to the intelligence guild to receive insight on which class she should convert to. When Amanda reached the guild, she saw a huge marble building covered with ornate decorations. There were two guards standing at the front gate, and a slew of vines crawling their way around the marble pillars. It was a grand building. Amanda entered, and walked to the clerk attending the front desk. The man looked up and said, " Ah, Vera. We have been expecting you. Please take a seat at table thirteen and someone will be right with you." Amanda looked around to see if she was on camera or bugged, and then did what the man had said. Five minutes later, a rather plump man with a pig nose ambled his way over to her. He smelled...unique, and had a high pitched, raspy voice which did not fit his body at all. The man began to speak again, and Amanda blushed and started to pay attention. "Well Vera, we have checked your progress and found two classes which would fit your current level and abilities. The first would be a mage, and the second is an enchanter." Said the man. "I'm sure you know what a mage is, but an enchanter is special. Enchanters have magical abilities which are weaker than a mage's, but they can confer temporary and permanent abilities and stats to items by channeling magic energies into them." Squeaked the man. Amanda was immediately sold on the idea of being an enchanter. Who would not want to make their own epic loot! Also, she could make a fortune... "Enchanter! I want to be an enchanter!" She exclaimed loudly before the pudgy man could finish. He tried to retain his composure as he said, "Right then, here are the directions to the Enchanter's Guild. I will inform them you are on your way." Stated the man. "Thank you sir! Also, I don't believe I ever got your name." Said Amanda. "Darp, my name is Darp." Stated "Darp" proudly. "Darp...Yes, a fine name...Quite fitting. Eh...Have a good day." Said Amanda, trying to stifle her laughter as she proceeded to walk out. "You as well." Said Darp, lethargically. Amanda hurriedly followed the map straight to the Enchanter's guild. When inside, she immediately sought out the guild master. Upon finding him, he said, "Ah, good of you to come with such haste, Vera. My name is Erratus, and I am the guild master. Now, you seem to have all the necessary qualities to become an enchanter, but you must pass the customary test. Do you accept?" Said Erratus. T-ting | Enchanter Entry QuestYou will receive a copy of "Enchanting 101" and a rusty helmet. You must enchant the helmet with a +10 HP enchantment within six hours time.Difficulty Level: EWarning: If you lose the helmet, or exceed six hours, you will fail. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | "I accept!" Yelled Amanda excitedly. | Quest Accepted | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Gained Skill: Enchanting | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | After perusing the book for about an hour and dabbling on some junk she had, Amanda finally managed to enchant the helmet. Upon bringing it to Erratus, he was thoroughly impressed with the speed in which she completed the task. It usually took a lot longer to grasp the intricacies of enchanting. "Very good, I see much promise in you." Said Erratus. | Quest Complete!Enchanter Entry QuestYou have gained the ability to become an enchanter. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Would you like to change class to Enchanter? | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | "Yes!" Yelled Amanda. | Class changed to Enchanter. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Name | Vera | Primary Class | Enchanter | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Health | 360 | Mana | 990+(300) | | Level | 10 | | | | Health Regen/Sec | .2 | Mana Regen/Sec | 2.2 | | Strength | 10 | Agility | 10 | | Wisdom | 32(+10) | Intelligence | 35(+10) | | Stamina | 25 | Vitality | 13 | | Attack | 2 | Defense | 0 | | Magic Resistance | | | | | Fire | 0% | Water | 0% | | Earth | 0% | Electric | 0% | | Dark | 0% | | | | +10 INT+10 WIS+300 Mana+20% Stronger Enchantments | | | | | Skill points left to distribute: 50 | | | | Amanda was ecstatic. Just then, Erratus said, " You begin your enchanting classes tomorrow morning. You will be staying in the girl's dorm, room number two hundred twelve. Welcome aboard." Erratus then returned to studying, and Amanda logged out to process everything.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>The scan on your iris and vein has determined that you are an unregistered user. Do you want to create a new account?</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br>What else would I want to do here? The system really starts off in a weird way.</span> "Yes."<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Select the name of your avat­ar.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Vulcan.” He always had issues coming up with names for his characters, so he was very happy to hear that Royal Road allowed multiple users to use the same name- even if a lot of people would start to use generic names like Shadow. Maybe this name, originating from the roman pantheon, would not be beaten to the death or worse, hacked apart by adding x's or numbers like it had become common in the gaming world.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Select your gender from male, female or neutral.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Male!” <span style="font-style: italic;">I am male, and have my own pride. Not to mention, just how much confusion would it create if I suddenly stopped being male? Odd choices.</span><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Royal Road has forty-nine races. You may select your race from the primary twenty-nine­ races and their unlocked specific subraces.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“I would like to be an elf with a specification, which subraces are available?”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Currently available due to discoveries from players are: Wood Elves, Light Elves, Moon Elves and Desert Elves.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Desert Elf? That was not in the book...I think this might actually be a newly discovered race. Too bad I was not in the first wave, but maybe this actually helps me. The forums did say that someone who discovered a subrace would have to undergo penalties in order to convert. I should be amongst the first few to choose that subrace. </span>“What are the features of the desert elves?”<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Desert Elves start off with an increased resistance and affinity towards fire and earth. They are slightly yellow looking with typically black hair and dark iris colors.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">That actually seems perfect for me.</span> "Please show me how I would look as a desert elf with no modifications."<br><br>Slightly surprised, he let out a small gasp. In the current lighting, he saw himself with a slightly golden skin tone, almost as if the avatar in front of him was shining from within. Medium length black hair gently swayed in a nonexistent breeze, while dark, almost black, brown eyes looked past him into the distance.<br><br>"Can I get a special iris that seems to hold a flame within, a pattern that shifts according to the light?"<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Please wait a moment while your request is processed.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>He didn't get any notification about his request being fulfilled, but he knew the instant it was shown. The eyes now seemed to radiate and shift, causing an almost hypnotic effect.<br><br>"I would like to look like this. Thank you."<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>It was my pleasure. Your account has been activated. Your stats and class shall be determined while you are playing Royal Road</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">A polite AI, now that is interesting. It reacted to my thank you.</span> Just as he had these thoughts, the AI continued to talk.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Select a city and kingdom you want to start.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“I would like to start in a city befitting of my race, maybe an Oasis.”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Your selected location has been chosen as Alhambra, Jewel of the Desert, in the Kingdom of al-Ta'if. Welcome to Royal Road.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> </div>

| The scan on your iris and vein has determined that you are an unregistered user. Do you want to create a new account? | | --- | What else would I want to do here? The system really starts off in a weird way. "Yes." | Select the name of your avat­ar. | | --- | “Vulcan.” He always had issues coming up with names for his characters, so he was very happy to hear that Royal Road allowed multiple users to use the same name- even if a lot of people would start to use generic names like Shadow. Maybe this name, originating from the roman pantheon, would not be beaten to the death or worse, hacked apart by adding x's or numbers like it had become common in the gaming world. | Select your gender from male, female or neutral. | | --- | “Male!” I am male, and have my own pride. Not to mention, just how much confusion would it create if I suddenly stopped being male? Odd choices. | Royal Road has forty-nine races. You may select your race from the primary twenty-nine­ races and their unlocked specific subraces. | | --- | “I would like to be an elf with a specification, which subraces are available?” | Currently available due to discoveries from players are: Wood Elves, Light Elves, Moon Elves and Desert Elves. | | --- | Desert Elf? That was not in the book...I think this might actually be a newly discovered race. Too bad I was not in the first wave, but maybe this actually helps me. The forums did say that someone who discovered a subrace would have to undergo penalties in order to convert. I should be amongst the first few to choose that subrace. “What are the features of the desert elves?” | Desert Elves start off with an increased resistance and affinity towards fire and earth. They are slightly yellow looking with typically black hair and dark iris colors. | | --- | That actually seems perfect for me. "Please show me how I would look as a desert elf with no modifications." Slightly surprised, he let out a small gasp. In the current lighting, he saw himself with a slightly golden skin tone, almost as if the avatar in front of him was shining from within. Medium length black hair gently swayed in a nonexistent breeze, while dark, almost black, brown eyes looked past him into the distance. "Can I get a special iris that seems to hold a flame within, a pattern that shifts according to the light?" | Please wait a moment while your request is processed. | | --- | He didn't get any notification about his request being fulfilled, but he knew the instant it was shown. The eyes now seemed to radiate and shift, causing an almost hypnotic effect. "I would like to look like this. Thank you." | It was my pleasure. Your account has been activated. Your stats and class shall be determined while you are playing Royal Road | | --- | A polite AI, now that is interesting. It reacted to my thank you. Just as he had these thoughts, the AI continued to talk. | Select a city and kingdom you want to start. | | --- | “I would like to start in a city befitting of my race, maybe an Oasis.” | Your selected location has been chosen as Alhambra, Jewel of the Desert, in the Kingdom of al-Ta'if. Welcome to Royal Road. | | --- |

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=119&amp;t=875&amp;p=4292#p4292" target="_blank">Previous Chapter</a> <br> <br>Author's note: <br>So here we go another chapter as promised. I hope you like it&nbsp; <br> <br>**** <br> <br>The walls of the city is it's pride. They symbolise the strength and power of the lord so each tend to keep his in good shape. Otherwise he wasn't a lord for long. &nbsp; <br> <br>The king of Oradin tried his best, but even he couldn't oversee everything. From the outside all the walls seemed in perfect condition, but on the inside there was one place like a rotten tooth that was not maintained. It belonged to the slums.&nbsp; <br> <br>There resided all the humanity's (and other visiting races’) thrash. Those who were poor lived in those run down houses and orphans ran in the streets with empty stomachs. At night the predators awoke. All the city' s greatest evil masterminds collected their information on how to take over the world there, murderers went out to hunt, gladiator rings were opened and evil occultists gave their sermons. As you can see it wasn't one of the best places to find yourself in but not everyone had the brains to figure that out. &nbsp; <br> <br>Ace was walking down some alley, his breathing heavy. At the end of his path was a crumbling wall. A few large rocks had rolled out and were lying around. He chose the one with a flat top and sat down to rest. His stamina bar was flashing red and his stomach was loudly announcing its hunger, only his willpower kept him from collapsing. He took the bun and water out of his bag and consumed it in seconds. Meeting death and running for hours could make one really hungry. His biggest wish now was to lie down and sleep forever and maybe a bit more but he had learnt from his previous mistakes - this place was never calm.&nbsp; <br> <br>As expected there could be heard footsteps of someone coming his way. Ace took a deep breath and waited for someone to emerge. And waited... And waited... His patience couldn't take it anymore and he himself went to meet the intruder who was in a bend of a different street (if you dare to call them that) than he had come from. It was a man not a year younger than a hundred years limping forward with a stick. Yet Ace's instincts screamed for him to run as far as possible and just as fast.&nbsp; <br> <br>But the body didn't comply. It was barely keeping him up and threatened to give way if Ace even thought about moving anywhere.&nbsp; <br> <br>"It's rare to see such a young one in these parts. What brought you here?" greeted the old man in a steady voice that belonged to someone much younger.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Uhm.. I'm... lost?" answered or more like asked Ace, unsure of what answer was right. His tongue itched to say he came here by killing many people and proving his worth so now he can leave the city with an easy heart but... That old man might have looked ancient but his eyes were extremely sharp and voice full of power. There was no way he really was as senile as he looked.&nbsp; <br> <br>"You know it's dangerous to sleep in a tiger's den?"&nbsp; <br> <br>"It's rarely do or die. Sometimes you can pick a third option and pretend you're not there, and for some reason most people go along with that fantasy"&nbsp; <br> <br>"So you expected the monsters to ignore the presence of a fly and talk things out with each other?"&nbsp; <br> <br>"Yep. They have a lot to talk tonight anyway."&nbsp; <br> <br>"And why would you say that?" asked the old man with a raised eyebrow. (It was hardly noticeable with all the wrinkles, but it's the thought that counts!)&nbsp; <br> <br>"Well, I heard rumours that tonight one dark magician found his untimely death" was the given answer with an innocent expression.&nbsp; <br> <br>"I see... I was wondering why his most prized pouch was hanging from your belt." &nbsp; <br> <br>"It's his?!" a wide eyed expression with a mouth making an o "I would have never guessed it had such a tragic past! I should protect it better than the previous owner then!" &nbsp; <br> <br>"Good idea" nodded the man in agreement and both of them burst out laughing. Neither had believed the other for a second and kept the act just for the sake of it. "You've got a refreshing mind, kid. Want to come over?"&nbsp; <br> <br>"Do you have a spare bed? Or simply a futon? I think even a clean piece of wood would suffice!" came an immediate reply. <br> <br>The old man chuckled while nodding and turned back the way he had come from. &nbsp; <br> <br>*** <br> <br>After an hour of walking, stumbling and entering wrong houses they had finally reached... a run down house, just like every other. &nbsp; <br> <br>"You sure this one‘s really yours? I wouldn't like the repeat of the previous one" muttered Ace in exhaustion.&nbsp; <br> <br>"I always had doubts about that woman but I never could have guessed she was a witch!" came the man’s reply as he entered. Ace followed slowly.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Every woman is a witch if they wake up to see an intruder rummaging through her clothes especially if he's an old man followed by a 'kid'" he didn’t forget to put air quotes on the word kid no matter how tired he felt. &nbsp; <br> <br>"How was I supposed to know it was her closet! There's a spare room there in my place!"&nbsp; <br> <br>"Well, the first hint that it wasn't your home could have been a lovely girl sleeping in the bed..."&nbsp; <br> <br>"Maybe I picked her up at the party? I'm old and don't remember everything!" &nbsp; <br> <br>"..." Ace didn't feel like even attempting a reply to that.&nbsp; <br> <br>Then the man found his spare room and Ace fell into a bed made of rags without any second thoughts. His body shut down the moment a 'bed' appeared in his sight. &nbsp; <br> <br>The old man put his chin on the cane's top and studied the now sleeping youth. 'He clearly has potential and ingenuity to overcome all odds but his biggest enemy is his own innocence'. The man shook his head. 'He pretends to be an evil mastermind yet a simple corpse that could no longer do anything to him chased him all the way to the Reaper's door. How does one taint the innocence of youth, huh? I'll have to dwell on that. It would be such a waste not to use him.'&nbsp; <br> <br>***&nbsp; <br> <br>A revolting smell brought Ace back to the living. Still dazed from long sleep he opened his eyes and was welcomed by an unfamiliar wall. It was the colour of dust and had many cracks. Turning on the other side he saw an identical wall and some green fumes coming from the doorway. 'What the hell is that?' &nbsp; <br>Rolling out of the 'bed' he crawled to the doorway on all fours as not to inhale that monstrosity more than necessary. &nbsp; <br> <br>"What poison are you mixing there, old man?" he asked the person's back who was sitting before the fire and stirring. The guy was wearing a robe the colour of dust and his plain cane lay beside him <br> <br>"What? Oh this?" he motioned towards the sickly green contents of the pot "It's dinner!"&nbsp; <br> <br>"N..No.. No way! I still want to live!" shouted Ace. With that said he took out two buns and finished them moments. There was still one left so there was still time to find something to do and hopefully earn food. He’d had heard it’s possible to die of hunger here. "By the way what's your name, old man?"&nbsp; <br> <br>"Sedgart and stop calling me old! Show some respect to your elders!"&nbsp; <br> <br>"Pff.. Anyway, my name's Ace. Thanks for giving me a place to sleep in."&nbsp; <br> <br>"Are you already leaving?" asked Sedgart raising his head from the concoction.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Well, I still have to decide what to do with my new life. So see..."&nbsp; <br> <br>"What do you think about the Assassin's path?" the old man asked cutting him off while tasting his brew.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Assassin‘s?" Ace was surprised but answered non the less "I had it in mind but the more I think about it the more overrated it seems. Half the people around here are either mages or rogues/assassins. I would be better off being a spearman or traveller, they‘re almost extinct.“ <br>To youth's surprise the man burst out laughing, the brew flying in all directions. Ace quickly took cover and once again ignored a pop up message which he had a collection of since the encounter with the mage. 'What's so funny you old bastard?' he questioned himself while examining his answer. After some time the old man calmed down and explained. <br> <br>"You've got it all wrong, kid."&nbsp; <br> <br>"I've got a name, you know?" interrupted the aforementioned kid but the man ignored him and continued.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Assassination is an art my friend and a very old one at that. It has honoured traditions and was even legalised in some kingdoms. Yet people nowadays seem to have forgotten all about it. For them assassin is someone who deals extremely high damage with a dagger in bursts. What a joke! True assassins are masters of deception, invisible movement, perfect positioning and instant kills. Their targets are dead in a few swift strokes to vital areas not, and I tell you NOT in a million fast random slashes!"&nbsp; <br> <br>"You sound like every other old man, you know?" replied Ace crossing his arms. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Who cares if I sound like an old fool, but do you believe me?" there was a strange light in the man's eyes that weren't there before. &nbsp; <br> <br>"I believe what you said about assassins of this time but I doubt the words you used to describe the past. To kill an armoured man with a few strikes? Pretty impossible." &nbsp; <br> <br>"Is it now?" the old man asked smiling but for some reason it made Ace uncomfortable. There was a feeling of something hidden there but his [Deception] skill was too low to decipher what. "Come with me now" said the man motioning towards the bathroom. Ace raised his eyebrows but followed. &nbsp; <br> <br>It was a small room with only a heap of rags and a bath. The man kicked at the furthest leg and a grinding sound could be heard. 'Huh?' Before better questions could be formed a staircase going down opened up in the left corner. 'This is impressive' Ace thought but his outward appearance remained unperturbed, still unconvinced. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Come come" hurried him Sedgart and almost ran down the stairs which didn't agree with his age at all. Ace walked down slowly recording every detail for future use. It looked like a cave more than a basement and perfectly dark one too. Not wanting to wander blindly he quietly murmured "Flare". <br> <br>A flickering light appeared in front of his eyes. With a flick of fingers he sent it slightly higher and to the side. The illuminated room was a long corridor with many doors on every side but each had it's own design and size. Sadly there wasn't time to explore because the man he was supposedly following was already disappearing behind the first bend. Ace growled in annoyance but ran after a very agile old man. &nbsp; <br> <br>After a few hours of walking in circles (or that's how it felt at least) they entered a room which was made from hard stone and filled with cages full of all kinds of monsters ranging from a group of kobalts to what looked like a miniature dragon. &nbsp; <br> <br>"What is this place?" asked Ace in wonder and trepidation. A caged monster is not the same as a dead one. The former tends to escape at all the wrong moments.&nbsp; <br>"This place? It's where the animals are kept before their fights. Now where was that guy I had in mind... Look here, here he is! Come my untrusting friend and tell me what you see."&nbsp; <br> <br>"It's an.. armoured snake? Holding a trident and eyeing me as if I was lunch?!" came a hesitant answer from Ace.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Yes yes now take this dagger and try to wound him". Ace took the weapon and carefully passing his hand through the bars, slashed with all his strength. The snake guy looked at him as if he was stupid trying to wound him through all the armour and scales with a toothpick. &nbsp; <br> <br>"It's pointless" he agreed with the snake warriors assessment. That guy's level was at worst over one hundred and he had armour enough to make ten sets out of it. &nbsp; <br> <br>"He he he" the old man chuckled and after a bit of fumbling with the lock opened the cage. Monster and boy looked at each other to make sure the other was seeing the same. The man entered the cage and snatched the dagger/toothpick from the boy's hand. It started to glow with a faint purplish light. Then with a quick thrust Sedgart shouted &nbsp; <br> <br>"Heartseeker" and thrust his weapon straight to the monsters heart, piercing scales and armour like hot knife butter. The boy looked wide eyed, unbelieving that nature's laws could be so easily defied. The snake collapsed and the dagger left it's body without any resistance. The man cleaned it with a white handkerchief and looked up at the kid with cold eyes. No longer were there any humour. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Now do you believe me, boy?"&nbsp; <br> <br>Ace was stunned. He didn't know how to react. How could a dagger go through armour and scales as if they were butter?! What kind of skill was that?! He just nodded and the man lead him back to his house. Before leaving the kid alone he gave him something more to mull over.&nbsp; <br> <br>"I hope I changed your opinion about assassins so think over your answer. And by the way, next time don't disrespect assassins in their faces. We're a prideful bunch."&nbsp; <br> <br>Ace lied down on the rags and studied the ceiling. 'What's going on with me lately? Twice tonight had I thrash talked about different classes and to people who wanted to teach me non the less. Do I have death wish? Probably. But what should I do about the latest request? The old man seems very intent on making an assassin out of me and not likely to take a no for an answer. But maybe it wouldn't be so bad to become one if I could learn that skill. What the hell was it anyway? It easily passed through all armour and one hitted the mob.' Still undecided Ace logged off.&nbsp; <br> <br>*** <br> <br>Kirin woke up and went to make something to eat. It was a few hours after midnight once again. While the eggs were boiling he opened his laptop to check what the real level of that snake warrior was. After a bit of searching he found a post mentioning a dungeon in the west were level 150-210 snake monsters resided. No one had finished the dungeon because those snakeman were extremely strong for their level yet gave no good loot and poor xp in comparison. 'Not too shabby' Then he closed the laptop, ate his eggs and went to sleep. Tomorrow he'll decide if he wants to take a path of a murderer. &nbsp; <br> <br>After five-six hours he woke up and without any real decision went to play once again.&nbsp; <br> <br>*** <br> <br>"You've been lying there for quite some time, boy. I already started to look where to hide the body" came a voice from someone looming over Ace's small frame. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Old man is that you?" asked the boy yawning.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Who else lives in this poor excuse for a house?" &nbsp; <br> <br>"Oh yeah I forgot that no self-respecting person would do that."&nbsp; <br> <br>"You know what that says about you?"&nbsp; <br> <br>"Well, you see I just came here to help out an old man in his time of need, but you've been living here for only god knows how long"&nbsp; <br> <br>"True true" the man agreed laughing. "Come now, have some breakfast" he added leaving the room.&nbsp; <br> <br>Ace rolled out of his pretend bed and looked at the doorway. There were no green fumes coming from the main room. That was a good sign, right? Entering the room he saw the same sight as last time but the concoction this time seemed to be edible. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Stop frowning at my stew!" said the man with a glare sitting near the fire and motioning for the youth to join him. Not having any real choice in the matter Ace sat down and allowed Sedgart to pour him a full bowl of so called stew.&nbsp; <br> <br>Closing eyes he put the spoonful in his mouth. He let it roll around in his mouth before deciding it wasn't as bad as he had expected. With that in mind he finished his portion in no time. Excessive thinking also required energy. &nbsp; <br> <br>"I've been thinking about your suggestion and have a few questions. Will you yourself be the teacher?" asked the kid after finishing his meal. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Yes. What else been troubling you? Or do you fear for my age?"&nbsp; <br> <br>"No, not at all. You've clearly showed me not to underestimate anyone no matter how innocent they look. What interests me is if you're the teacher how many other students you had? I have no fantasy to have been the first one to stumble in on your path."&nbsp; <br> <br>"You're right at that you're not the first to awaken my interest but I can tell you're the most amusing one." The boy rolled his eyes. "Anyway, neither of them passed my preliminary test."&nbsp; <br> <br>"What kind of test is it and why do you think I can pass it if many before didn't?" Ace asked tilting his head to the side a little. 'What could that old man have seen in me that got his approval?'&nbsp; <br> <br>"Do you have no confidence in yourself?" asked the man in surprise. The kid didn't give off a feeling of someone who looked down on himself. 'Could I have been wrong about him all along?'&nbsp; <br> <br>"You misunderstood me, old man. It's that you haven't seen any skills of mine and from my movements you can easily see that I had no training in any kind of fighting. So why would you - a high tear assassin, I presume - decide to choose me - a random kid on the street - to become your student? I really could have only looted the dead wizard" Ace asked, eyeing the man. <br> <br>'Phew..' sighted the old man in his mind 'That little bastard almost gave me a heart attack. I'm really too old for this. It would be really nice if he actually passed the test.'&nbsp; <br> <br>"That's a good question but a simple one. I took you in because you looked so pathetic and out of place." The kids eyes turned into slits. No one liked being called weak. Yet the man ignored the boy's glare and continued with his story&nbsp; <br> <br>"But after bantering with you for a bit I noticed you had brains. You weren't born to be a fighter, who runs in first to die because someone else said it was a good idea, or a cleric, who are all about helping others (you had looted a dead man!). That left you good for magic or assassinating. So I decided to take a chance.&nbsp; <br> <br>“Maybe you're the chosen one to inherit my knowledge?" shaking his head in dismay the man added "You can't imagine how scary it is to know that you'll die without a successor yet all who come are poor excuses. Imagine one of my candidates became a well known priest! Can you believe it?! A priest!' he shouted in rage.&nbsp; <br> <br>The kid chuckled.&nbsp; <br> <br>"That's really sad. I've got tough competition."&nbsp; <br> <br>"So you agree to try out?" asked the man with a forced smile. His mind still on the bastard student.&nbsp; <br> <br>"I see no other way to leave with all my body parts in tact, so yes" with that Ace stood up waiting for a challenge but the old guy didn't even move a muscle.&nbsp; <br> <br>"The test is easy. All you have to do is kill someone and bring his corpse to my house without looting it. From that I'll decide if you qualify or not."&nbsp; <br> <br>"I have to kill someone?!" asked Ace, disbelief and shock raising his voice. &nbsp; <br> <br>"What did you expect?“ asked the man raising an eyebrow. “You're trying for an apprenticeship under an assassin, and they kill people if you didn’t know that. So, of course, I want to see if you're capable of taking another's life and using it for your own welfare. By the way you can take a dagger from the heap of rags near the door. It might help a bit." &nbsp; <br> <br>The kid snatched the dagger and left without another word. &nbsp; <br> <br>The old assassin made himself some tea and looked at the clinging door. 'What am I doing stealing the idealism and conscience of a youth?’ He forcibly turned his head away and took a sip of tea burning his own tongue. It was too late to change anything. The dice was rolled.&nbsp; <br> <br>*** <br> <br>Ace activated [Hiding in Plain Sight] and walked down a random alley. 'The bastard wants me to kill a NPC. A living breathing individual exclusive to this world with no chance of revival. He knew I had no qualms about killing other players because for them death is just a minor setback, not the end of everything, so he chose this. Can I really do it?‘ Ace shook his head changing the direction of his thoughts&nbsp; <br> <br>‘In real life I hate so many people. It's impossible to count how many times I wished I could kill my classmates or relatives while smiling brightly and nodding at whatever the hell they were talking about. It was so easy to utter those words when I had no way of making them true! I even prayed once for god to grant me the power to shut them all up forever.&nbsp; <br> <br>‘But now that I have it, how am I supposed to rise the weapon and rob someone of their life? Everyone has dreams and goals. They work very hard to achieve them and out of nowhere I appear stealing everything for my own gain.‘ He passed an arguing couple but they didn’t seem to see or hear him. ‘So in the end it all comes down to one question: can I really throw myself away? Indulge in pointless slaughter?' &nbsp; <br> <br>Suddenly Ace stopped in the middle of the street almost falling down over his own feet. His face turned into a malicious grin when a thought entered his mind. 'Why should he care about others' dreams? Did they care about his? Did they ever stop for a moment to look into his eyes and see the hidden message? More like a scream?&nbsp; <br> <br>‘No. None did. Not only that but they even furthered his misery. Why should he care about such beings? Wasn't it said that there's not a person without malice in his heart? So why should he limit himself for them? What did they ever do for him? Why shouldn't he let his rage and bitterness take over and throw the moral codes drilled into him since childhood to the wind? What could possibly stop him from doing whatever the hell he wanted to?'&nbsp; <br> <br>Soon after that a lone messengers last scream could be heard echoing away into the sunrise. <br> <br> <br> <br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=119&amp;t=927" target="_blank">Next Chapter</a> </div>

[Previous Chapter](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=119&t=875&p=4292#p4292) Author's note: So here we go another chapter as promised. I hope you like it  **** The walls of the city is it's pride. They symbolise the strength and power of the lord so each tend to keep his in good shape. Otherwise he wasn't a lord for long.   The king of Oradin tried his best, but even he couldn't oversee everything. From the outside all the walls seemed in perfect condition, but on the inside there was one place like a rotten tooth that was not maintained. It belonged to the slums.  There resided all the humanity's (and other visiting races’) thrash. Those who were poor lived in those run down houses and orphans ran in the streets with empty stomachs. At night the predators awoke. All the city' s greatest evil masterminds collected their information on how to take over the world there, murderers went out to hunt, gladiator rings were opened and evil occultists gave their sermons. As you can see it wasn't one of the best places to find yourself in but not everyone had the brains to figure that out.   Ace was walking down some alley, his breathing heavy. At the end of his path was a crumbling wall. A few large rocks had rolled out and were lying around. He chose the one with a flat top and sat down to rest. His stamina bar was flashing red and his stomach was loudly announcing its hunger, only his willpower kept him from collapsing. He took the bun and water out of his bag and consumed it in seconds. Meeting death and running for hours could make one really hungry. His biggest wish now was to lie down and sleep forever and maybe a bit more but he had learnt from his previous mistakes - this place was never calm.  As expected there could be heard footsteps of someone coming his way. Ace took a deep breath and waited for someone to emerge. And waited... And waited... His patience couldn't take it anymore and he himself went to meet the intruder who was in a bend of a different street (if you dare to call them that) than he had come from. It was a man not a year younger than a hundred years limping forward with a stick. Yet Ace's instincts screamed for him to run as far as possible and just as fast.  But the body didn't comply. It was barely keeping him up and threatened to give way if Ace even thought about moving anywhere.  "It's rare to see such a young one in these parts. What brought you here?" greeted the old man in a steady voice that belonged to someone much younger.  "Uhm.. I'm... lost?" answered or more like asked Ace, unsure of what answer was right. His tongue itched to say he came here by killing many people and proving his worth so now he can leave the city with an easy heart but... That old man might have looked ancient but his eyes were extremely sharp and voice full of power. There was no way he really was as senile as he looked.  "You know it's dangerous to sleep in a tiger's den?"  "It's rarely do or die. Sometimes you can pick a third option and pretend you're not there, and for some reason most people go along with that fantasy"  "So you expected the monsters to ignore the presence of a fly and talk things out with each other?"  "Yep. They have a lot to talk tonight anyway."  "And why would you say that?" asked the old man with a raised eyebrow. (It was hardly noticeable with all the wrinkles, but it's the thought that counts!)  "Well, I heard rumours that tonight one dark magician found his untimely death" was the given answer with an innocent expression.  "I see... I was wondering why his most prized pouch was hanging from your belt."   "It's his?!" a wide eyed expression with a mouth making an o "I would have never guessed it had such a tragic past! I should protect it better than the previous owner then!"   "Good idea" nodded the man in agreement and both of them burst out laughing. Neither had believed the other for a second and kept the act just for the sake of it. "You've got a refreshing mind, kid. Want to come over?"  "Do you have a spare bed? Or simply a futon? I think even a clean piece of wood would suffice!" came an immediate reply. The old man chuckled while nodding and turned back the way he had come from.   *** After an hour of walking, stumbling and entering wrong houses they had finally reached... a run down house, just like every other.   "You sure this one‘s really yours? I wouldn't like the repeat of the previous one" muttered Ace in exhaustion.  "I always had doubts about that woman but I never could have guessed she was a witch!" came the man’s reply as he entered. Ace followed slowly.  "Every woman is a witch if they wake up to see an intruder rummaging through her clothes especially if he's an old man followed by a 'kid'" he didn’t forget to put air quotes on the word kid no matter how tired he felt.   "How was I supposed to know it was her closet! There's a spare room there in my place!"  "Well, the first hint that it wasn't your home could have been a lovely girl sleeping in the bed..."  "Maybe I picked her up at the party? I'm old and don't remember everything!"   "..." Ace didn't feel like even attempting a reply to that.  Then the man found his spare room and Ace fell into a bed made of rags without any second thoughts. His body shut down the moment a 'bed' appeared in his sight.   The old man put his chin on the cane's top and studied the now sleeping youth. 'He clearly has potential and ingenuity to overcome all odds but his biggest enemy is his own innocence'. The man shook his head. 'He pretends to be an evil mastermind yet a simple corpse that could no longer do anything to him chased him all the way to the Reaper's door. How does one taint the innocence of youth, huh? I'll have to dwell on that. It would be such a waste not to use him.'  ***  A revolting smell brought Ace back to the living. Still dazed from long sleep he opened his eyes and was welcomed by an unfamiliar wall. It was the colour of dust and had many cracks. Turning on the other side he saw an identical wall and some green fumes coming from the doorway. 'What the hell is that?'   Rolling out of the 'bed' he crawled to the doorway on all fours as not to inhale that monstrosity more than necessary.   "What poison are you mixing there, old man?" he asked the person's back who was sitting before the fire and stirring. The guy was wearing a robe the colour of dust and his plain cane lay beside him "What? Oh this?" he motioned towards the sickly green contents of the pot "It's dinner!"  "N..No.. No way! I still want to live!" shouted Ace. With that said he took out two buns and finished them moments. There was still one left so there was still time to find something to do and hopefully earn food. He’d had heard it’s possible to die of hunger here. "By the way what's your name, old man?"  "Sedgart and stop calling me old! Show some respect to your elders!"  "Pff.. Anyway, my name's Ace. Thanks for giving me a place to sleep in."  "Are you already leaving?" asked Sedgart raising his head from the concoction.  "Well, I still have to decide what to do with my new life. So see..."  "What do you think about the Assassin's path?" the old man asked cutting him off while tasting his brew.  "Assassin‘s?" Ace was surprised but answered non the less "I had it in mind but the more I think about it the more overrated it seems. Half the people around here are either mages or rogues/assassins. I would be better off being a spearman or traveller, they‘re almost extinct.“ To youth's surprise the man burst out laughing, the brew flying in all directions. Ace quickly took cover and once again ignored a pop up message which he had a collection of since the encounter with the mage. 'What's so funny you old bastard?' he questioned himself while examining his answer. After some time the old man calmed down and explained. "You've got it all wrong, kid."  "I've got a name, you know?" interrupted the aforementioned kid but the man ignored him and continued.  "Assassination is an art my friend and a very old one at that. It has honoured traditions and was even legalised in some kingdoms. Yet people nowadays seem to have forgotten all about it. For them assassin is someone who deals extremely high damage with a dagger in bursts. What a joke! True assassins are masters of deception, invisible movement, perfect positioning and instant kills. Their targets are dead in a few swift strokes to vital areas not, and I tell you NOT in a million fast random slashes!"  "You sound like every other old man, you know?" replied Ace crossing his arms.   "Who cares if I sound like an old fool, but do you believe me?" there was a strange light in the man's eyes that weren't there before.   "I believe what you said about assassins of this time but I doubt the words you used to describe the past. To kill an armoured man with a few strikes? Pretty impossible."   "Is it now?" the old man asked smiling but for some reason it made Ace uncomfortable. There was a feeling of something hidden there but his [Deception] skill was too low to decipher what. "Come with me now" said the man motioning towards the bathroom. Ace raised his eyebrows but followed.   It was a small room with only a heap of rags and a bath. The man kicked at the furthest leg and a grinding sound could be heard. 'Huh?' Before better questions could be formed a staircase going down opened up in the left corner. 'This is impressive' Ace thought but his outward appearance remained unperturbed, still unconvinced.   "Come come" hurried him Sedgart and almost ran down the stairs which didn't agree with his age at all. Ace walked down slowly recording every detail for future use. It looked like a cave more than a basement and perfectly dark one too. Not wanting to wander blindly he quietly murmured "Flare". A flickering light appeared in front of his eyes. With a flick of fingers he sent it slightly higher and to the side. The illuminated room was a long corridor with many doors on every side but each had it's own design and size. Sadly there wasn't time to explore because the man he was supposedly following was already disappearing behind the first bend. Ace growled in annoyance but ran after a very agile old man.   After a few hours of walking in circles (or that's how it felt at least) they entered a room which was made from hard stone and filled with cages full of all kinds of monsters ranging from a group of kobalts to what looked like a miniature dragon.   "What is this place?" asked Ace in wonder and trepidation. A caged monster is not the same as a dead one. The former tends to escape at all the wrong moments.  "This place? It's where the animals are kept before their fights. Now where was that guy I had in mind... Look here, here he is! Come my untrusting friend and tell me what you see."  "It's an.. armoured snake? Holding a trident and eyeing me as if I was lunch?!" came a hesitant answer from Ace.  "Yes yes now take this dagger and try to wound him". Ace took the weapon and carefully passing his hand through the bars, slashed with all his strength. The snake guy looked at him as if he was stupid trying to wound him through all the armour and scales with a toothpick.   "It's pointless" he agreed with the snake warriors assessment. That guy's level was at worst over one hundred and he had armour enough to make ten sets out of it.   "He he he" the old man chuckled and after a bit of fumbling with the lock opened the cage. Monster and boy looked at each other to make sure the other was seeing the same. The man entered the cage and snatched the dagger/toothpick from the boy's hand. It started to glow with a faint purplish light. Then with a quick thrust Sedgart shouted   "Heartseeker" and thrust his weapon straight to the monsters heart, piercing scales and armour like hot knife butter. The boy looked wide eyed, unbelieving that nature's laws could be so easily defied. The snake collapsed and the dagger left it's body without any resistance. The man cleaned it with a white handkerchief and looked up at the kid with cold eyes. No longer were there any humour.   "Now do you believe me, boy?"  Ace was stunned. He didn't know how to react. How could a dagger go through armour and scales as if they were butter?! What kind of skill was that?! He just nodded and the man lead him back to his house. Before leaving the kid alone he gave him something more to mull over.  "I hope I changed your opinion about assassins so think over your answer. And by the way, next time don't disrespect assassins in their faces. We're a prideful bunch."  Ace lied down on the rags and studied the ceiling. 'What's going on with me lately? Twice tonight had I thrash talked about different classes and to people who wanted to teach me non the less. Do I have death wish? Probably. But what should I do about the latest request? The old man seems very intent on making an assassin out of me and not likely to take a no for an answer. But maybe it wouldn't be so bad to become one if I could learn that skill. What the hell was it anyway? It easily passed through all armour and one hitted the mob.' Still undecided Ace logged off.  *** Kirin woke up and went to make something to eat. It was a few hours after midnight once again. While the eggs were boiling he opened his laptop to check what the real level of that snake warrior was. After a bit of searching he found a post mentioning a dungeon in the west were level 150-210 snake monsters resided. No one had finished the dungeon because those snakeman were extremely strong for their level yet gave no good loot and poor xp in comparison. 'Not too shabby' Then he closed the laptop, ate his eggs and went to sleep. Tomorrow he'll decide if he wants to take a path of a murderer.   After five-six hours he woke up and without any real decision went to play once again.  *** "You've been lying there for quite some time, boy. I already started to look where to hide the body" came a voice from someone looming over Ace's small frame.   "Old man is that you?" asked the boy yawning.  "Who else lives in this poor excuse for a house?"   "Oh yeah I forgot that no self-respecting person would do that."  "You know what that says about you?"  "Well, you see I just came here to help out an old man in his time of need, but you've been living here for only god knows how long"  "True true" the man agreed laughing. "Come now, have some breakfast" he added leaving the room.  Ace rolled out of his pretend bed and looked at the doorway. There were no green fumes coming from the main room. That was a good sign, right? Entering the room he saw the same sight as last time but the concoction this time seemed to be edible.   "Stop frowning at my stew!" said the man with a glare sitting near the fire and motioning for the youth to join him. Not having any real choice in the matter Ace sat down and allowed Sedgart to pour him a full bowl of so called stew.  Closing eyes he put the spoonful in his mouth. He let it roll around in his mouth before deciding it wasn't as bad as he had expected. With that in mind he finished his portion in no time. Excessive thinking also required energy.   "I've been thinking about your suggestion and have a few questions. Will you yourself be the teacher?" asked the kid after finishing his meal.   "Yes. What else been troubling you? Or do you fear for my age?"  "No, not at all. You've clearly showed me not to underestimate anyone no matter how innocent they look. What interests me is if you're the teacher how many other students you had? I have no fantasy to have been the first one to stumble in on your path."  "You're right at that you're not the first to awaken my interest but I can tell you're the most amusing one." The boy rolled his eyes. "Anyway, neither of them passed my preliminary test."  "What kind of test is it and why do you think I can pass it if many before didn't?" Ace asked tilting his head to the side a little. 'What could that old man have seen in me that got his approval?'  "Do you have no confidence in yourself?" asked the man in surprise. The kid didn't give off a feeling of someone who looked down on himself. 'Could I have been wrong about him all along?'  "You misunderstood me, old man. It's that you haven't seen any skills of mine and from my movements you can easily see that I had no training in any kind of fighting. So why would you - a high tear assassin, I presume - decide to choose me - a random kid on the street - to become your student? I really could have only looted the dead wizard" Ace asked, eyeing the man. 'Phew..' sighted the old man in his mind 'That little bastard almost gave me a heart attack. I'm really too old for this. It would be really nice if he actually passed the test.'  "That's a good question but a simple one. I took you in because you looked so pathetic and out of place." The kids eyes turned into slits. No one liked being called weak. Yet the man ignored the boy's glare and continued with his story  "But after bantering with you for a bit I noticed you had brains. You weren't born to be a fighter, who runs in first to die because someone else said it was a good idea, or a cleric, who are all about helping others (you had looted a dead man!). That left you good for magic or assassinating. So I decided to take a chance.  “Maybe you're the chosen one to inherit my knowledge?" shaking his head in dismay the man added "You can't imagine how scary it is to know that you'll die without a successor yet all who come are poor excuses. Imagine one of my candidates became a well known priest! Can you believe it?! A priest!' he shouted in rage.  The kid chuckled.  "That's really sad. I've got tough competition."  "So you agree to try out?" asked the man with a forced smile. His mind still on the bastard student.  "I see no other way to leave with all my body parts in tact, so yes" with that Ace stood up waiting for a challenge but the old guy didn't even move a muscle.  "The test is easy. All you have to do is kill someone and bring his corpse to my house without looting it. From that I'll decide if you qualify or not."  "I have to kill someone?!" asked Ace, disbelief and shock raising his voice.   "What did you expect?“ asked the man raising an eyebrow. “You're trying for an apprenticeship under an assassin, and they kill people if you didn’t know that. So, of course, I want to see if you're capable of taking another's life and using it for your own welfare. By the way you can take a dagger from the heap of rags near the door. It might help a bit."   The kid snatched the dagger and left without another word.   The old assassin made himself some tea and looked at the clinging door. 'What am I doing stealing the idealism and conscience of a youth?’ He forcibly turned his head away and took a sip of tea burning his own tongue. It was too late to change anything. The dice was rolled.  *** Ace activated [Hiding in Plain Sight] and walked down a random alley. 'The bastard wants me to kill a NPC. A living breathing individual exclusive to this world with no chance of revival. He knew I had no qualms about killing other players because for them death is just a minor setback, not the end of everything, so he chose this. Can I really do it?‘ Ace shook his head changing the direction of his thoughts  ‘In real life I hate so many people. It's impossible to count how many times I wished I could kill my classmates or relatives while smiling brightly and nodding at whatever the hell they were talking about. It was so easy to utter those words when I had no way of making them true! I even prayed once for god to grant me the power to shut them all up forever.  ‘But now that I have it, how am I supposed to rise the weapon and rob someone of their life? Everyone has dreams and goals. They work very hard to achieve them and out of nowhere I appear stealing everything for my own gain.‘ He passed an arguing couple but they didn’t seem to see or hear him. ‘So in the end it all comes down to one question: can I really throw myself away? Indulge in pointless slaughter?'   Suddenly Ace stopped in the middle of the street almost falling down over his own feet. His face turned into a malicious grin when a thought entered his mind. 'Why should he care about others' dreams? Did they care about his? Did they ever stop for a moment to look into his eyes and see the hidden message? More like a scream?  ‘No. None did. Not only that but they even furthered his misery. Why should he care about such beings? Wasn't it said that there's not a person without malice in his heart? So why should he limit himself for them? What did they ever do for him? Why shouldn't he let his rage and bitterness take over and throw the moral codes drilled into him since childhood to the wind? What could possibly stop him from doing whatever the hell he wanted to?'  Soon after that a lone messengers last scream could be heard echoing away into the sunrise. [Next Chapter](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=119&t=927)

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Chapter 3<br>I ARE BADDIEZ THIS ARE GOOD YOU ARE READER READER ARE ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have unlocked Azrael Berserker class.<br>Do you wish to change to this class?<br>Yes/No</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>‘Holy shit, a secret class!’<br><br>“Yes.” said Mazoku firmly.<br><br>Azrael Berserker<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Upon defeating Abaddon The Destroyer you have claimed the title “The Destroyer.”<br>This class is a hidden class only available to the first person to defeat Abbadon.<br>Skills will be unlocked as you level, however the decisions you make, and the way you employ your skills will affect which skills you may unlock.<br>This class is limited to using cloth armour.<br><br>You gain 50% Flame affinity<br>You gain 100 Health<br>You gain 100 mana<br>You gain 20 strength<br>You gain 10 vitality<br>You gain 10 Dexterity</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>You have unlocked new skills.<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Blessing of Abbadon: <br>Consumes 100 mana lasts 20 minutes.<br>Calls upon the strength of Abbadon the Destroyer.<br><br>Increases Health Regen by 50%<br>Increases Mana Regen by 50%<br>Increases strength by 20<br>Increases vitality by 20</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Mark of the Destroyer<br>Passive<br>The more rage your character feels during a fight, the stronger he becomes.<br>Upon defeating an enemy, 1-5% max Health &amp; Mana is restored.<br>The amount restored depends on the strength of the enemy killed and only applies to enemies of equal or greater strength than you.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Inferno<br>Consumes 200 mana.<br>May be used 4 times a day.<br>Calls upon the flames from the depths of hell.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Unending Destruction<br>Consumes 100% Mana.<br>Useable once a week.<br>This is a skill only available to those who hold the title of The Destroyer.<br>Calls destruction upon the earth.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>“Wow, you got a class Mazoku! What class is it?” asked Luna curiously<br><br>“Oh, my boxers? They are green today.” said Mazoku sarcastically<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Health has been reduced by 300.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>“Ok Hime! Damn! I got the Azrael Berserker class.” said Mazoku hurriedly<br><br>As they stood there Mazoku showed Hime his new skills. Suddenly they both remembered. THE LOOT!<br><br>“Inventory” They both called in unison.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>*NEW*<br>The Path Of Destruction<br>Quest Difficulty: Black<br><br>You have defeated me. Do not rejoice. This is only the beginning. If you wish to truly claim the title of The Destroyer you must walk the path of destruction. <br>Travel to Zoal, and commence your path.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Quest has been accepted.<br><br><br>‘What the hell? Another forced quest.’<br><br>As Mazoku finished reading the book, he checked to see what else he had received, but that was all he had received. He then turned to look at Hime who was now wearing a new bracelet, and was holding a dagger.<br><br>‘FML’<br><br>When Mazoku finished, he walked towards Tonf’s granddaughter who was sitting beside Luna.<br><br>“Are you ok? Your grandfather sent me to look for you.” he said in a soft tone.<br><br>“Yes, thank you for saving me. I, Valsyria, am forever in your debt.” She said bowing her head.<br><br>“There is no need to thank me. Thank your grandfather. When I saw his eyes, I understood immediately what it was he was feeling. I know that if I had not come along, it would be him standing before you now, after having slain Abaddon.”<br><br>Mazoku then looked at Hime and motioned her to come closer.<br><br>“From within the earth I call upon your power, God of life. RESTORE!” she chanted in a soft tone as she healed her wounds. Slowly she wrapped her arms around Valsyria and hugged her whispering that it was ok, and suddenly Valsyria started to cry.<br><br>‘WTF? I thought she was ok already.’ thought Mazoku.<br><br>‘................’<br><br>‘...............’<br><br>- Umm... I’ll go clean up the spawns. You guys take your time. If anything happens whisper me, ok Hime? - <br><br>- Ok. Don’t forget to share the loot with me. -<br>- Fuck you Hime. -<br>- Ok, but please be gentle. -<br><br>Mazoku walked off blushing and started to clear out the way back to the entrance. The fight was a lot easier with his new skills. He did wish he had gotten some sword skills though. But having sword skills would only limit his fighting ability. So he preferred fighting free as he did now without having to rely on skills.<br><br>When he was near the entrance, Luna arrived walking behind him with Valsyria beside her.<br>They both had red eyes and seemed to look a little bit happier.<br><br>‘Women.... who understands them?’ Thought Mazoku as he stepped into the light again.<br><br>He put his hand forward to remove his mask when Luna suddenly hit his hand away.<br><br>“Never take your mask off, Mazoku. You will understand soon enough, but please trust me. Do not ever remove it.” she said with a serious look in her eyes.<br><br>They then set out to Odrossol City with Valsyria. Along the way they encountered a few monsters here and there but nothing serious. As they arrived the Mazoku spotted Old Man Tonf in the same spot he had been when he originally left the city.<br><br>“Valsyria!” He yelled, filled with joy, as he ran as fast as his old body permitted him.<br><br>“Grandfather.” Valsyria whispered as she silently dropped her head and began to weep.<br><br>It was a beautiful reunion filled with emotions. Even Mazoku was moved by the scene. He stood in silence watching, making sure not to ruin the mood.<br><br>Ding!<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Quest completed.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>“Young man, thank you. Here are the 50 coppers I promised you.” said old man Tonf extending his hand toward Mazoku, but Mazoku lightly put his hand on the old mans and denied the payment.<br><br>“I can not accept this. I am forever in your debt.” said Mazoku as he took one step back.<br><br>“What do you mean?” said old man Tonf with a confused look.<br><br>“Due to my selfishness you will never be able to take revenge for Valsyria.”<br><br>“What are you saying young man? Explain yourself.” Said Tonf as he put on hand on his katana.<br><br>Mazoku and Hime then proceeded to explain what had happened in the cave to Tonf. He was shocked. Tears were streaming down his eyes as his grip on the katana tightened. Seeing this Mazoku got down on his knees bowing.<br><br>“If you wish to take my life it is understandable. I hope you may forgive me someday.”<br><br>Hime and Valsyria stood in shock. They did not understand what was happening, Valsyria was alive and well. Yet Mazoku was on his knees before Tonf who was going to draw his katana.<br><br>Slowly Tonf drew his katana and raised it above his head.<br><br>Mazoku merely remained on his knees. Filled with guilt that Tonf would never be able to make that which had hurt the person most precious to him suffer. He was prepared to accept any punishment since the moment he engaged in battle with Abaddon.<br><br>“AHHHHHH!” Screamed Old Man Tonf as he brought down his katana with tears streaming from his eyes.<br><br>Bam!<br><br>The katana impacted the ground before Mazoku.<br><br>Looking up Mazoku asked. “Why do you spare me, Tonf?”<br><br>“How could I slay the man who brought the person I care most about back to me.”<br><br>“Stand up, Mazoku.” He said in a calm voice as he himself kneeled down.<br><br>Slowly Mazoku stood confused wondering what would happen next.<br><br>“This may not be much, but please accept this as gratitude for not only saving Valsyria, but for slaying the beast that had harmed her also. It has been handed down in my family for generations.” said old man Tonf as he lay the katana in both of his hands and extended it towards Mazoku.<br><br>Even Mazoku was not rude enough to turn down this present from Tonf. It was most likely the first time he had ever kneeled down before someone in his life. <br><br>“Thank you, I will forever treasure this sword. Wherever I go I will take it with me so that I may do for others what I have done for you.” said Mazoku accepting the katana.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>The Beginning.<br><br>This is an ancient sword crafted by a dwarf master weaponsmith and enchanted by the Elf King himself. It holds the might of the Dwarven Kingdom, but also the wisdom of the Elves. It is said to have no peer. A sword of unimaginable strength. <br><br>Level Requirement : 20<br>Strength : 50<br>Dexterity: 40<br><br>Damage: 30-40<br><br>This sword will improve as you level up.<br><br>Due to the blessings of the Elves this sword will improve spell power by 10%.<br>This item is bound to your character.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>Quest complete.<br><br>‘Dwarves, elves?? What the fuck, I thought we could only be humans’, thought Mazoku<br><br>*Ding*<br><br>- You have unlocked information pertaining to new races in the game. Would you like to share this information with your region?- Said a female voice<br><br>- Who are you ??-<br><br>- I am a GM, you have currently unlocked information about a new race. When this happens, you have the option to spread the information via ingame mail to all members of your region or to keep it all to yourself. -<br><br>- What happens when I share it.-<br><br>- Nothing, it just gets the word around faster. -<br><br>- Well, I don’t plan on changing my race so yes I will share it with my region. -<br><br>- Very well, a system mail will be sent shortly. -<br><br>Ding!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>System Message <br><br>Player Mazoku of Odrossol City has discovered the existence of new races in Exodus Online. In the past, the Dwarves and Elves crafted a sword for a human family which has been passed down generation after generation until this day. No one knows of their current whereabouts, but they do indeed exist. The race to find these beings, and befriend them has commenced. If you uncover this race you will be given the options of either converting to the race yourself, receiving a XP or item bonus for a week, or allowing 1000 players from your region to convert to this race. If your region discovers this race first other regions will have to wait 3 months before being able to uncover this race for themselves.<br><br>- Exodus Development Team</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>When Mazoku finished reading the message, his eyes were almost bulging under his mask. <br><br>- WHY DID YOU PUT MY NAME ON THAT!!!!!!!!-<br><br>- I am sorry, but you did not specify that you did not want your name to appear on the system message. -<br><br>- You didn’t even give me the option!-<br><br>The person you are trying to message has blocked you.<br><br>‘Why are there so many fucking trolls on this game!!!!’<br><br>“First Barkness, then a Dragon, then Hime, and now this shit!!!”<br><br>“FUCK YOU EXODUS ONLINE!!!!!!”<br><br>Mazoku was furious as he paced back and forth in front of old man Tonf and Valsyria.<br><br>“If you are so mad you could go hunt some boars for me and take your fury out on them.” Said old man Tonf laughing.<br><br>Ding!<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Boar Hunting<br>Quest Difficulty: Green<br>Description: Old man Tonf has requested you hunt 10 boars <br>for him, and bring them back before supper time. <br><br>Quest Reward: Dinner with Old Man Tonf</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>Would you like to accept this quest?<br><br>Mazoku revealed a wicked smile as he tightened his grip on his new sword. He was now level 22.<br><br>“Do you want to come along, Hime?”<br><br>“I have business to attend to in town, but I will be here when you get back Mazoku”<br><br>“Ummmm.... Ok.... Well, I’ll be back later, I guess.”<br><br>“It’s almost like we are married and you are leaving for work Mazoku. Too bad you’re just my slave.” she said smiling widely.<br><br>“Hahaha, yeah Hime” said Mazoku smiling as he walked away.<br><br>Once Mazoku was a safe distance away he yelled out.<br><br>“Hey Hime I forgot to tell you something!”<br><br>“What is it Mazoku?” said Hime smiling.<br><br>“FUCK YOU!”<br><br>‘..............’<br><br>SMASH<br><br>A bright orb impacted a tree beside Mazoku sending it toppling down towards him. <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Health has been reduced by 400. <br>You are stunned for 5 seconds.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>‘Damn, I didn't think that through well....’<br><br>- I love you too Mazoku, take care, and hurry back quickly. I’ll be waiting - *kissing sound* <br><br>Mazoku entered the forest as he had before, but this time he just walked up to the boars, and killed them easily. It wasn’t even entertaining at all. It was like he was killing slimes.<br><br>Mazoku was so bored he just walked around slaughtering everything. He didn’t even notice the trail of players that were following him. However, he did notice that an abnormal amount of monsters always seemed to be wherever he headed, and at times, monsters that were not even supposed to be in that area of the forest appeared.<br><br>‘What the fuck is going on.’<br><br>Then, before Mazoku, what seemed to be an army of centaurs appeared.<br><br>“Brothers, we must thank the humans who appeared before us today, and showed us the way here! We will take revenge for our fallen brethren!”<br><br>This time it was not simple hunters. All the centaurs before him were fully equipped in armour and seemed to have fought in countless battles. They had a fearsome look in their eyes. Not only were they prepared for battle, but it seemed like they were prepared to die if that was what was needed to take revenge for their fallen comrades.<br><br>‘Fuck me, if I don’t do something I'ma get raped’ thought Mazoku as he scanned his surroundings. Then he noticed what had been causing him to encounter so many monsters.<br><br>Surrounding him were at least 40 players all very well hidden. At the sight of this Mazoku revealed a wicked smile. He lifted his katana, and pointed it toward the sky. He knew lifting it would have no effect but he still felt like a badass doing it XD.<br><br>“Fire of hell, gather in this land, devour all that stands before you! INFERNO!” He yelled.<br><br>From under him a small fire erupted, and you could hear the players, and centaurs laughing. Yet Mazoku stood still unmoving, with his sword held high, until he suddenly lowered it pointed it at the centaurs.<br><br>It was quiet, then suddenly the black flame roared to life. It grew at an unimaginable pace, and began to devour that which was in its path, burning everything. Mazoku stood amidst the fire laughing like a maniac.<br><br>“HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!” <br><br>The players that were hidden had now revealed themselves, for fear of being crushed by falling trees, and the centaurs would not retreat due to pride.<br><br>“Foolish humans, we will not retreat. Even with this many more comrades you shall all fall!” Yelled the leading centaur.<br><br>Suddenly the forest was filled with a large chant.<br>“From the heavens, I call the Power of the God’s Rain down to smite the heretic.” <br><br>There were at least 20 centaurs chanting in unison. They were preparing a large scale attack on the players. What came down can not be described in words. One by one players surrounding Mazoku were annihilated. Those who wished not to fight were now drawn in with thoughts of revenge for the fallen friends.<br><br>Mazoku had no idea if they were from his region or another, but he was happy that they were dying. He had beat them at their own game. They quickly picked up whatever it was that their fallen comrades dropped and headed towards the battle.<br><br>Arrows flew through the skies and spells bombarded both sides. It was war! Both sides were staking everything, yet one man at the center of it all stood with one katana in hand and a huge smile on his face. <br><br>“It’s almost time for the grand finale” Mazoku said lightly, as he smiled under his mask.<br><br>“God of Hell! Give me your power! Rage! Fear! Pain! Rampage! All shall bow down before my wrath. Blessing of Abaddon!”<br><br>Mazoku activated Abaddon's Blessing and Murderous Aura before he entered the battle. His body was glowing dark black &amp; red. Immediately all eyes fell upon him. <br><br>“Kill that one! He is the biggest threat!” Yelled the commanding centaur.<br><br>“Hahahaha! Trash! I will enjoy slaughtering the scum that aided Abbadon in making old man Tonf suffer.” Yelled Mazoku as he charged into the battle.<br><br>Running, he skillfully dodged arrows and deflected spells with his sword. He was unstoppable, the enemy was shivering in fear as they saw this monsters approach. Destruction in the flesh. However as soon as Mazoku was in front of the centaurs, he revealed a wicked smile.<br><br>Drinking the remaining mana potions he had. He let out a yell.<br><br>“Fire of hell, gather in this land, devour all that stands before you! INFERNO!” <br><br>This time the fire erupted immediately, engulfing the remaining centaurs, and causing the players to be flattened by trees. He was a demon slaughtering the centaurs amongst the fire. Every step he took a foe would fall. He ignored the constantly falling health as he made up for it with his remaining health potions and the passive of Mark of The Destroyer.<br><br>Soon he was standing amongst a pile of corpses and spotted a fleeing player.<br><br>He walked towards him with his katana ready. If only he could see the sadistic smile under Mazoku’s mask. He would have killed himself.<br><br>“Where are you from!” he yelled.<br><br>“I...i...i...”<br><br>“Answer me!”<br><br>“I am from Spain’s Region, I was sent to gather information on you.”<br><br>Mazoku smiled under his mask as he lowered his sword.<br><br>“I hope you got what you are looking for.” He said as he commenced to laugh.<br><br>“This is what will happen to your region if you dare defy me! Leave now and report this to your superiors!”<br><br>Slowly Mazoku sheathed his sword and started to walk around looting the corpses of the centaurs and the fallen players. <br><br>‘For some reason, I feel really relieved.’ He thought with a puzzled look.<br><br>“OH SHIT! I forgot about the quest!” he said as he turned around and ran back to the city.<br><br>Behind him was a black barren wasteland of destruction. Bodies littered the forest, players and monsters alike. Trees were collapsed, it was a disaster. It would remain as it is for 2 days until the monsters bodies disappeared and one week for the trees to be replaced.<br><br>*****************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************<br><br>Exodus Online Forums<br><br>Title: Outside Odrossol City<br><br>Guys, look at this, I was right out of Odrossol city and saw smoke, so I went running. When I got closer, I saw one guy slaughtering centaurs, IN THE FUCKING FIRE! It was unreal, not only that, but around him bodies of other players were strewn on the ground all dead. It was crazy!!!!!!<br><br><br>Title: Dwarf &amp; Elves<br><br>WTF The game developers never said that we could unlock new races, but some dude named Mazoku found some information, and it turns out we can!!!!!! So far only the dwarf &amp; Elf races have been confirmed to exist, but I’m sure there are way more out there.<br><br>Title: Uk Against Solo Players.<br><br>I am a solo player in the UK. I basically face rolled everything in the arena resulting in me being asked to join many guilds, but i refused. Now once I log in, players surround me with shields, and do not allow me to farm. This is bs! Someone please help!.<br><br>Title: Central America Forms Joint Alliance!<br><br>It has now been confirmed that the Central American countries have formed a joint alliance. The game has only been open for a day. But they are not wasting anytime. They are sharing information on hunting grounds and slowly building their forces.<br><br>Title: WTF Masked Players!?!?!?!<br><br>WHO THE HELL ARE THESE MASKED BASTARDS! AND WHY THE HELL ARE THEY SO STRONG!!!!!<br><br>*****************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************<br>As Mazoku arrived in the city Hime was at the entrance waiting for him.<br><br>“What do you want?” said Mazoku in a cold tone.<br><br>“Aww, is that a good way to greet me, when I came all the way out here just to greet you, Mazoku.” she said shyly as she looked towards the ground.<br><br>Mazoku ignored her and continued walking, but suddenly he heard something and stopped in his tracks.<br><br>“OH BABY!” Yelled Barkness<br><br>‘Seriously FUCK MY DAMN LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’ Screamed Mazoku in his mind.<br><br>- Bro, GG how did you get a girl like her. She is definitely a cutie. Just strap some cat ears on that and it would be perfect, man.-<br><br>- You can have her if you want, man. -<br><br>- Nah she gives off this tsundere feel man, I don’t go there unless she's a loli. Then by all means let me have it. -<br><br>- You’re a fucking pedo, bro. -<br><br>- And? -<br><br>-.........-<br><br>- Mazoku? -<br><br>The user you are trying to reach has blocked you.<br><br>“Thats cold Mazoku, you didn’t have to block me man.” said Barkness sadly.<br><br>Mazoku complete ignored his comment then asked “How did you meet Hime?”<br><br>“We met on the forums a while back and she recruited me for a solo guild. I wasn’t so sure, but once I heard you were in it, I had to join it man.”<br><br>‘Fuck me I should’ve just let myself die in the forest.’ <br><br>“Oh thats cool, man. I have to go turn in this quest before it’s late, sorry.” Said Mazoku as he tried to excuse himself quickly.<br><br>“Alright man, I have to go farm this mask real quick, but I’ll be back for the battle.”<br><br>“Alright I unblocked you, take care.” said Mazoku as he walked away.<br><br>Mazoku walked into the city then realized he didn’t know the way to Old Man Tonf’s house. He turned and looked at Hime then continued walking.<br><br>“You’ll never find it like that, Mazoku.” she said smiling.<br><br>“Thats ok. I have time.”<br><br>“Old man Tonf said he would take your sword back if you were late.” she said smiling even more now than before.<br><br>‘Fuck me, this weapon is so good.’<br><br>“DAMMIT! What do you want, Hime...” he asked in an annoyed tone.<br><br>“Nothing much this time. It’s really a little thing. You even get two choices.” she said as she blushed.<br><br>“And what are these choices?” asked Mazoku with a worried look.<br><br>“Well you could either be my boyfriend in real life or give me half of the loot you received from the centaurs and players you killed.” she said smiling.<br><br>Inventory! Mazoku yelled without hesitation. He even gave her a little extra just to make sure she was alright with what he gave her.<br><br><br>“Follow me.” she said as they walked to the plaza. All the players eyes were on these two mysterious travelers, but not because of the mask. It was because Mazoku was covered in blood and he reeked of smoke.<br><br>“Look at that guy.” someone whispered.<br><br>“I think I read something about a masked slaughtering in the ingame forums.” said another<br><br>“Wait, let me check. Open Forums.” said a the first player.<br><br>“OMG DUDE LOOK AT THIS PICTURE THAT IS DEFINITELY HIM.” Yelled a player.<br><br>In the picture standing over a countless dead centaurs was a masked player covered in blood surrounded by fire.<br><br>Soon the plaza was in an uproar, but Mazoku and Hime ignored it. They continued walking until they came across a huge house with a big sign that read “Tonf’s Pub”.<br><br>‘Little Bitch tricked me. How would I miss this big ass sign!’<br><br>“Well played Hime... GG” he said in almost a whisper.<br><br>As he walked into the pub, he was greeted by the familiar faces of Tonf &amp; Valsyria.<br>They were readily tending to the players who were there. There was a momentary silence and Mazoku assumed the players started to PM as soon as they walked in.<br><br>“Mazoku.” Said old man Tonf as he walked towards him.<br><br>“Did you finish the quest I gave you?”<br><br>“Yes, I even got you a little more than you asked for.” Said Mazoku smiling.<br><br>“C'mon around back. Valsyria, start making some of the meat Mazoku brought and put the rest up.”<br><br>Mazoku walked to the back and withdrew all the meat he had from the boars. Plus all the different types of meat he had looted from the centaurs.<br><br>“Mazoku, where did you get all this meat? Some of this meat is from animals that are more than one day’s distance on foot.” Said Valsyria showing her vast knowledge on the forest wildlife.<br><br>“Umm. Let’s just say some friends gave it to me.” said Mazoku smiling.<br><br>“Ok, I will not ask for the details, but if you are going to eat dinner with us, please bathe. You are filthy. The bath should be full, please use it.” She said blushing as she pointed towards a door down the hall from the kitchen.<br><br>Mazoku looked down then realized what it was everyone was talking about. His clothes were covered with blood and ash. He walked slowly towards the bathroom and looked in a mirror that was there. <br>He looked like a murderer, deep red eyes with blood covering his whole body.<br><br>‘Damn, I look scary.’ he thought as he undressed, removing everything but his mask. Before entering the bath, he took a shower to rinse off the blood and ash.<br><br>As he sat there, he thought of everything that had happened over the past few days. It was a hectic experience, but he was having fun. It was definitely a good investment on his part.<br><br>- Mazoku, would you like me to join you in the bath?- whispered Hime.<br><br>- Would you like me to commit suicide? -<br><br>- Aww, you are so cute when you act shy, Mazoku. -<br><br>- Aww, you are so cute when you’re not talking, Hime. -<br><br>- I love you too, Mazoku, but hurry up the food will be ready soon. I took your robes and had a mage cast a cleaning spell on them. -<br><br>- You took my clothes! -<br><br>- Yeah, and why did you lie? Your boxers were black. Rawr! -<br><br>- Seriously, Hime, go to a shrink. -<br><br>Mazoku slowly got out of the bath and dried off. He then put his equipment back on and returned to the dining room. Everyone was sitting down waiting for him and a feast was set on the table: so many different kinds of meat, bread, drinks. Hell, there was even mashed potatoes.<br><br>“Thank you for the meal.” Mazoku said as he began to eat.<br><br>‘This is way better than that shit Hime made.’<br><br>“Wow Valsyria, you cook amazingly. Maybe you could teach Hime how to cook.” said Mazoku chuckling.<br><br>“Mazoku, actually Hime made that.” Said Valsyria slightly blushing.<br><br>Across from Mazoku, Hime simply revealed a sinister smile.<br><br>‘I knew she was holding out on me in the cave!’<br><br>As they continued to eat, they talked about everything. Mazoku learned about Tonf’s family’s past and how Valsyria’s parents had died when she was young, leaving her in his care. He learned about the forest and the plants that grew there. He even gained information on a few dungeons.<br><br>Soon dinner was over and Mazoku thanked Tonf and left. Other than occasionally logging out to eat or for some quick exercise, Mazoku spent all of his time in game. He had explored most of the surrounding areas. Then he had dinner with Hime, Valsyria, and Old Man Tonf every evening. He was now level 32.<br><br>*****************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************<br><br>“Captain Silras!” Yelled Ronan<br><br>“What is it, Ronan.”<br><br>“Look at this picture. It is our current target.” he said, showing a picture of a masked man fighting centaurs in fire.<br><br>“Is he the rumored player that dual wields katanas, Ronan?” asked Silras.<br><br>“I think sir, he only had one sword at the time, but he had another strapped to his waist.”<br><br>“What about the others that were sent?” asked the captain curiously<br><br>“Look closely at the ground, Captain.”<br><br>“W...w...what!!!!! How did this happen!!” he asked almost yelling.<br><br>“Well sir, he used some kind of spell that at first seemed like normal fire. But then it spread like a wildfire throughout the forest.” <br><br>“How did he damage our men if the player versus player ban is still in effect!!!!!”<br><br>“Well, when that happened we had to move due to falling trees, and in the confusion the centaur army mistook us as enemies, and attacked.” he said.<br><br>“Indeed, he is a smart one. We need to watch his moves carefully. Call forward the guilds and issue a bounty immediately for when the ban ends. Put forward 25% of what our treasury currently holds.” Commanded Silras.<br><br>*****************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************<br><br>“Sup people, this is William Isac Nightingale, or just WIN for short, on your daily dose of Noob Informer. The hottest game out right now, Exodus Online, has piqued the interest of most of you hardcore gamers out there. And well, here I am to share the love with you all.<br><br>“First off WHO ARE THESE MASKED FUCKERS??? Thats what everyone has been asking lately. Honestly, we don’t know shit. All we know at the moment is they are crazy strong and dangerous. The only footage we have is a picture of a mysterious guy basically stomping an army of centaurs. We code named him Sword Guy XD.<br><br>One of the most interesting things so far is the rumor about the possible acquisition of new races. This has been one of the most popular subjects on the forums recently. Let me tell you it’s 100% true. Sources in the American region have concluded that the information is, in fact, true. All players received an in-game message with the information about the dwarf and elven races.<br><br>You heard there was an alliance??? Well, let me tell you it’s true. We call people like this Weaksauce, the game hasn't even been out for two weeks yet we already have alliances popping up. As of now the only confirmed alliances are The Native Alliance,The Jumong Alliance, The Pathfidners Alliance, and the US Canadian Alliance.<br><br>Moving on to the next topic, we have the Korea - United States war between the two cities tied for the fastest clear on the arena stage of the game. We will be providing complete coverage of this event for those interested. <br><br>How did they prepare?? Well, let me just put it this way: GRIND GRIND GRIND that’s what they did and have been doing since. The United States Odrossol city participants have been undergoing relentless training. They average between level of 20-25 now and we only have one week left until the battle. The Koreans have not released an average level as of now as it is a mystery to what they have been up to. <br><br>Well, I guess it’s time to say bye QQ. This is the end of our broadcast on Noob Informer.<br>You have been enlightened!!!!<br><br>*****************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************<br><br>“Mazoku, there are only a few more days till the war, are you ready ?” asked Hime as they ate dinner per usual with Valsyria and Tonf.<br><br>“Yeah, I’m at least 10 levels higher than everyone else right now.” said Mazoku confidently.<br><br>“But what if they target you from the beginning?”<br><br>“Well, lets just say you don’t know about every skill I have.” said Mazoku with a smirk.<br><br>“After the battle, we will need to leave the city, Mazoku.” said Hime.<br><br>“Why is that? Why can’t we stay here? What about Valsyria and Tonf?”<br><br>“If you go in that battle and start destroying everyone, you are going to attract a lot of attention. If that happens, then a lot of people will want to recruit you, Mazoku. When you say no, what do you think they will do?“<br><br>“Let me leave, ‘cause they know I will destroy them if they don’t.” said Mazoku smiling.<br><br>“So, you mean to say that if they manage to see you as a potential future threat or a spy, you would be able to take on whatever was sent against you? Do you think you are the only player who received an EXP bonus for participating in the arena fights?” <br><br>‘Wtf? Why is she acting all serious? This is not like her at all.’<br><br>“Well, if that happens, then it’ll really suck. But there is nothing I can do about it. And who said I won’t join another guild?” he said<br><br>“YOU ARE MY FUCKING SLAVE AND YOU WILL DO WHAT I SAY, MAZOKU!” Yelled Hime. <br><br>‘Damn fuck, who activated her Yandere mode?’<br><br>“Woah Hime, calm down, I was just kidding, ok?”<br><br>“I’m sorry Mazoku, just don’t do anything stupid, ok?”<br><br>As dinner ended they both said their goodbyes to Valsyria and Tonf, and then they walked out of the pub. When they walked out, they saw a huge crowd in the plaza crowding around a few people. <br><br>As they approached, they realized what was causing all the commotion. Tied in the middle of the plaza were NPCs from the Velathy City. They had kidnapped the Npcs, and planned on executing them before the battle.<br><br>‘Thats just disgusting, even I wouldn’t stoop so low as to do something like that.’<br><br>“Hey, you masked people!” yelled someone from the crowd<br><br>“Who are you guys and what are you doing in our city?” he yelled<br><br>When Mazoku heard this he slowly unsheathed both of his swords and activated his murderous aura. Even though there was a PvP ban in effect they could still feel the intimidation from his aura.<br><br>“He’s the guy from the arena. Look at his weapons!!” yelled someone.<br><br>“Yeah, it is him, I remember him having a sort of muscular build!!”<br><br>“Yeah, I felt this same presence from him in the arena also!!”<br><br>The crowd was ecstatic, the lone warrior who aided them in their victory had appeared, but there were a few people who thought otherwise.<br><br>“Hey! You think you are too good to show us your face!!!” yelled another person from the crowd.<br><br>“You may have had an advantage in the early stage, but we are all stronger now!”<br><br>The crowd was starting to get riled up.<br><br>“Yeah!!” they screamed in unison.<br><br>“When this PK ban ends, I will personally make you remove that mask, so wait for me. I will make you regret declining all the requests to party up because you thought you were better than us.”<br><br>Mazoku sheathed his katanas and turned around ignoring them. He wasn’t about to stoop to their level. He wasn’t a words guy, he was an action guy. He had the guys face marked and cataloged in his brain. His third target.<br><br>Mazoku walked away and continued to train with Hime until the day of the battle.<br><br><br>*****************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************<br><br>“Well, I guess I’ll see you after the battle, Hime.” Said Mazoku as he stood near the teleporter that would transport them to the battle grounds.<br><br>“Haha, we really do seem like a couple now... It’s like you are going off to war and saying goodbye to you wife, Mazoku.” said Hime shyly as she blushed.<br><br>Mazoku slowly walked up to Hime startling her. He stood mere inches away from her and caressed her hair. <br><br>“Hime.” He said looking into her deep blue eyes.<br><br>“I’m sorry for before.” he said as he pulled her closer and gently put his arms around her.<br><br>“You are amazing, honestly. I don’t know where I would be if I hadn't met you before.” he said as he slowly lowered his lips towards hers.<br><br>‘W...w..what is Mazoku doing.....why is he doing this’ thought Hime. But she remained speechless.<br><br>“I just hope that... when I come back you will still be here for me.” he said as he inched closer. <br><br>Badump.....Badump..... Mazoku could hear Hime’s heart beat.<br><br>“Just a little longer princess and I will be back for you.” He said as he blew air into her ear sending shivers down her spine and walked away laughing.<br><br>- Hime.-<br><br>- What, Mazoku? -<br><br>- You know, I couldn’t have even kissed you right...? -<br><br>- Why not? -<br><br>- You told me never to take my mask off. Hahahahaha. -<br><br>- Fuck you, Mazoku. - <br><br>- I love you too princess, take care. -<br><br>Mazoku walked through the portal with a smile across his face. He was ready, the time has come. <br><br>Once he walked through the portal he was greeted by an amazing scene. Countless players were grouping together under what seemed to be guild flags. Both sides had 1000 players, but the Korean side seemed to give off a more ominous feeling.<br><br>Mazoku stood around waiting till a familiar voice greeted him.<br><br>“OH BABY!!! It’s almost time bro.” said Barkness<br><br>If not for his familiar phrase, Mazoku would not have recognized him. He had his new mask, but he also had new armour which made him give off a fearsome presence. <br><br>The other players stood around staring at the two, but were more worried about their own preparations to say anything. 5 minutes till the battle would begin.<br><br>Then it happened, Mazoku heard a scream, and he saw a few people from the American side bring out some NPCs. They made them kneel in front of the army, in plain view of the Korean army.<br><br>“AHHHHH!” They screamed as one by one the NPCs were executed. Never to be seen again. <br><br>Laughter and mocking remarks broke out along the American side, but then something unexpected happened. The Koreans also walked forward with 10 people whose faces were covered with black bags. <br><br>When they removed the masks, Mazokus heart stopped.<br><br>“T.....t...thats Old Man Tonf and Valsyira. WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING HERE!?!”<br><br>His heart was beating sporadically. His breathing became ragged. He felt as if he was going to pass out. <br><br>‘Please don’t do it.’ He thought.<br><br>The first NPCs he had befriended in the game were about to be executed before him. One by one, the NPCs were being beheaded, and at each kill the Korean Army let out a battle cry.<br><br>Mazoku felt his grip tightening around his sword. His heart was telling him to charge forward, to ignore the consequences, but it wasn’t until he heard a sharp cry that he decided to take action.<br><br>“GRANDFATHER!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!” Screamed Valsyria as the lifeless body hit the ground, and his head rolled across the floor.<br><br>“God of Hell! Give me your power! Rage! Fear! Pain! Rampage! All shall bow down before my wrath. Abaddon!” He Yelled full of rage.<br><br>“MURDEROUS AURA!”<br><br>Everyone stopped in their tracks as Mazoku voice sounded throughout the field. Beneath his mask, tears rolled down his face uncontrollably. He was furious. His body was trembling. He was engulfed in a red and black glow. His beginner Katana shattered under the strain from his rage.<br><br>He held the sword Tonf had given him, squeezing it with all his might and screamed a battle cry before he charged. Everyone was frozen in place. Stupefied at the actions of Mazoku.<br><br>Arrows and spells quickly littered the air. But Mazoku did not stop as he merely extended one hand, and yelled.<br><br>“Fire of hell, gather in this land, devour all that stands before you! INFERNO!” extending his arm in front of him fire poured out devouring all the arrows and spells that were incoming. <br><br>He was an unstoppable monster. He charged forward with no hesitation. The Korean forces were paralyzed in fear. He was exerting a tremendous murderous aura over them. It was as if they were but mere ants standing before a giant. When he finally got closer, he tightened his grip on his katana, and killed those who were near Valsyria. He looked like a demon under his mask.<br><br>Deep red eyes under a expressionless mask. Blood flowed down his sword as he yelled, a mere feet away from 1000 foes! He cut that which was binding Valsyria and told her to run. Then an evil smile crept across his face. He chugged 5 mana potions which Hime had given him the previous week.<br><br>“Hahahahahaha” Mazoku laughed like a maniac, but he was truly crying under his mask. He was filled with rage and the desire to destroy. <br><br>“I walk the path of the Destroyer. All before me crumbles in fear. That which opposes me shall be annihilated. I call upon the power bestowed to he who holds the title of the Destroyer. ANNIHILATION!” <br><br>It was quiet. Nothing happened. The Korean force laughed, thinking Mazoku had failed at casting a spell. Then it happened. The ground began to rumble and a crack appeared. The sky changed and thunderous clouds appeared. Mazoku stood now drained of all of his mana, smiling. <br><br>*CRASH* *RUMBLE* *BANG*<br><br>- Barkness, make Valsyria hide. Give her any health potions you have and I will pay you later, shit’s about to get real. -<br><br>Lightning began to bombard the ground as lava spewed from the earth. The Korean forces were being annihilated by one man. He charged in regardless, and began to cut down everything in his way.<br><br>Finally awakening from their shock, the American forces decided to join the battle.<br><br>“We are here for one purpose, men. One purpose only! We will make the world fear us. We will make them tremble at the mention of our names!!! Victory is not enough! WE WILL DEMOLISH THEM ALL!” Yelled the commander.<br><br>“YES, SIR!” they all yelled in unison.<br><br>Large scale AoE magic was prepared by multiple mages. Arrows were set and swords were drawn. The main force was about to enter the battle. They were set on destroying the other side. Completely disregarding Mazoku, who was currently fighting amongst the Korean ranks.<br><br>“FROM THE HEAVENS, WE CALL UPON THE GODS, GRANT US YOUR POWER!” Yelled the priests and paladins as they buffed everyone.<br><br>“The flame of the God we call upon for purification. Annihilate that which opposes us! Flame Of Purgatory!” Chanted the mages in unison as fire gathered in the sky.<br><br>“THE SKY!! THE SKY!!” Yelled players from the Korean side as they noticed the flame that was gathering and would soon fall upon them.<br><br>“From the depths of the sea, we call upon our God. Water of the deep grant us your strength! Tsunami!” Chanted the Korean magicians as water begun to gather above them.<br><br>Seeing the approaching spells, Mazoku turned around, but he was not fleeing. He was running towards the American side. Still full of rage.<br><br>‘It’s their fault this happened. If they hadn’t started this, none of this would've happened!’ he thought.<br><br>The American forces were thrown into confusion as the mages messed up their chants and the spells collapsed. The Korean forces, confused as to what was happening, did not miss their opportunity and changed the target of the Tsunami to the American side and unleashed it.<br><br>The battle field was full of cries of pain and curses hurled towards Mazoku. One man was disrupting both sides of the battle. But it did not end here.<br><br>As Mazoku ran he took out more mana potions and chugged them readying his sword as he slammed into the American side. He had one target. The man he saw in the plaza that had challenged him. If he hadn’t kidnapped those NPC’s, this would never have happened.<br><br>When Mazoku finally found him, the man was shivering in fear. <br><br>“Please, spare me!” He yelled<br><br>“You would not betray your country, would you, Son?”<br><br>Mazoku was silent. He raised his sword towards the sky and chanted his inferno spell again. After this, he would only have one more use left, but he felt it was more than worth it.<br><br>“Fire of hell, gather in this land, devour all that stands before you! INFERNO!” <br><br>As he brought his sword down onto the man's face, the commander began to scream as he was slowly engulfed in flames along with those who were within a close proximity.<br><br>“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? HE’S ATTACKING BOTH SIDES!!!” Yelled players on both sides.<br><br>When the American side finally regained its composure, they set out to destroy Mazoku by surrounding him and killing him at once. <br><br>“We have you now you little shit. You will pay for what you have done!” yelled one man.<br><br>“All men ready, we attack at the same time, and bring him down even if it costs you your life.”<br><br>The soldiers were poised, ready to attack the now cornered Mazoku. But he was not afraid, he gulped down a few health potions and readied his katana. <br><br>“If I die you are all going with me. If not today, then tomorrow, I will destroy you all!!!!” yelled Mazoku with tears streaming down his cheeks.<br><br>“This is for Tonf and Valsyria. You will all pay.” he yelled as he charged forward, but immediately stopped in his tracks.<br><br>“From Heaven I descend. I am the the beginning of the End. My power flows from the skies. The end has arrived.!” <br><br>“OH BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Yelled Barkness, as he appeared falling in front of Mazoku.<br><br>Wielding two spiked maces was Barkness. He appeared, and immediately began to pummel those in front of Mazoku. But for some reason the signature GG was not heard. <br><br>‘Valsyria probably told him what happened.’<br><br>A shiver ran down Mazoku’s spine as he watched Barkness fight. At least when he fought, the enemies were cut, but when Barkness made contact with someone, whatever he hit was crushed and let out a tongue curling screech.<br><br>Both sides had now resigned themselves to their fate and were just trying to take out as many people as they could before they died. Barkness and Mazoku were obviously going to be the winners. But this didn't mean that they would not go down without a fight. If it was not for the small heals that Barkness gave Mazoku, then he would have long died.<br><br>They fought back to back. Mazoku in a Jodan stance and Barkness just pummeling whatever came close. They were regarded as the Angels of Death. All across the world in-game and in real life, those who were watching the battle were struck speechless.<br><br>Mazoku and Barkness were covered in blood yet they fought on. Anything that came before them died instantly. It was obvious there was a big level difference, but it was still an insane feat to be able to accomplish. They had to not only defeat their opponents, but make sure they didn't allow themselves to be surrounded by the remaining opponents.<br><br>Mazoku charged forward, chugging a mana potion to maintain his Murderous Aura. He dodged, rolling forward and stuck his sword through the heart of a man when he emerged from his roll. He then turned around, slicing another's throat. Then he yelled a battle cry as he commenced to slaughter more opponents.<br><br>The joker known as Barkness was silent. He did not even bother running. He would walk, and as he walked he swung his maces at those around him, completely destroying them. He gave off a more fearsome presence than Mazoku.<br><br>“AHHHHHH!!!!!” A scream suddenly sounded close by.<br><br>Valsyria was recaptured. But this time by the American side. She looked like she had been dragged by her hair back to the battlefield. She was huddled on the ground in the fetal position weeping.<br><br>“Mazoku” She cried out! “SAVE ME!!”<br><br>Mazoku lost it he began to yell at the top of his lungs. While his body filled with more rage than before. The Dark Aura around him became completely black. His red eyes met the gaze of those standing before Valsyria.<br><br>“God of Hell! Give me your power! Rage! Fear! Pain! Rampage! All shall bow down before my wrath. Abaddon!” <br><br>Then he held his hand towards his body and chanted a spell<br><br>“Fire of hell, gather in this land, devour all that stands before you! INFERNO!”<br><br>His body was engulfed in flames, from the tip of his head to his toes. Even his sword was covered in fire.<br><br>Those who had taken Valsyria, watched in fear as they realized the mistake they had just made. Mazoku walked slowly, taking his time, as they were struck in fear paralyzed by the mere sight of him.<br><br>Now standing in front of them, he slashed and killed them each one by one as they stood by hopeless. The remaining soldiers on both sides amounted to 200 at most. They began to stand in front of each other and killed each other. Preferring this method over death by Mazoku’s or Barkness’s hand.<br><br>The world watched as one by one, the two countries who had set out to display their dominance that day, killed each other silently in fear of two men. It was a moment that can hardly be described in words. <br><br>Barkness slowly walked towards Mazoku and healed Valsyria. Remembering the cave, Mazoku hugged her and said “It’s ok now. It’s over.” as she cried in his arms.<br><br>The ending scene of the broadcast showed two men wearing white masks covered in blood. The expressions they had on their face, no one will ever know. But they do know that they had a heart. One was kneeling, hugging a crying woman in his arms. This was the beginning of everything. The event that set everything into motion.<br><br>The battlefield was quiet as Mazoku and Bark walked around looting corpses before they would go back to Odrossol city. <br><br>- Dude -<br><br>- What barkness? -<br><br>- You think that if I made Valsyria some Cat ears she would wear them?-<br><br>- Fuck you man seriously you just ruined the badass atmosphere -<br><br>- But it would look good man Nekomimi FTW -<br><br>Mazoku sighed as he continued to walk with barkness towards the portal. All the while the whole World was in an uproar the masked warriors were having bounties set on them everywere they were on everyones KOS list. Yet one person sat with a huge smile on her face in Odrossol cities pub.<br><br>' Now it all begins' Thought Hime as she looked at the screen with Mazoku, and Barkness walking off in the distance.<br><br><br><br><br>*****************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************<br><br>Sorry for the delay guys I fail as an author QQ. I started playing Ragnorack Online 2 witht he other TL and got into competitive race to max level mode QQ I promise I will sneak in a double release sometime soon for you guys and I hope you enjoy the chapter.<br><br>Thanks to everyone who helped me make this chapter and sorry if I have some errors feel free to point them out.<br><br><br>NOTES<br><br>Mazoku is actually not OP he is a atleast 10-15 levels higher than all but 3 of the players on the Korean side and 2 on the American Side his sword is actually not OP also it was one of those decision like things that if he had made one wrong move he wouldn't have gotten it on of course he doesnt have the only badass sword in the game I will try to go more in depth about the mechanics of the way stats are aquired and leveling stats also calses and other things people have had questions about.<br><br><br><br>-Baddiez<br><br><br>P.S. Stat table will be in next chapter so you can see his level and whatnot </div>

Chapter 3 I ARE BADDIEZ THIS ARE GOOD YOU ARE READER READER ARE ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | You have unlocked Azrael Berserker class.Do you wish to change to this class?Yes/No | | --- | ‘Holy shit, a secret class!’ “Yes.” said Mazoku firmly. Azrael Berserker | Upon defeating Abaddon The Destroyer you have claimed the title “The Destroyer.”This class is a hidden class only available to the first person to defeat Abbadon.Skills will be unlocked as you level, however the decisions you make, and the way you employ your skills will affect which skills you may unlock.This class is limited to using cloth armour.You gain 50% Flame affinityYou gain 100 HealthYou gain 100 manaYou gain 20 strengthYou gain 10 vitalityYou gain 10 Dexterity | | --- | You have unlocked new skills. | Blessing of Abbadon: Consumes 100 mana lasts 20 minutes.Calls upon the strength of Abbadon the Destroyer.Increases Health Regen by 50%Increases Mana Regen by 50%Increases strength by 20Increases vitality by 20 | | --- | | Mark of the DestroyerPassiveThe more rage your character feels during a fight, the stronger he becomes.Upon defeating an enemy, 1-5% max Health & Mana is restored.The amount restored depends on the strength of the enemy killed and only applies to enemies of equal or greater strength than you. | | --- | | InfernoConsumes 200 mana.May be used 4 times a day.Calls upon the flames from the depths of hell. | | --- | | Unending DestructionConsumes 100% Mana.Useable once a week.This is a skill only available to those who hold the title of The Destroyer.Calls destruction upon the earth. | | --- | “Wow, you got a class Mazoku! What class is it?” asked Luna curiously “Oh, my boxers? They are green today.” said Mazoku sarcastically | Health has been reduced by 300. | | --- | “Ok Hime! Damn! I got the Azrael Berserker class.” said Mazoku hurriedly As they stood there Mazoku showed Hime his new skills. Suddenly they both remembered. THE LOOT! “Inventory” They both called in unison. | *NEW*The Path Of DestructionQuest Difficulty: BlackYou have defeated me. Do not rejoice. This is only the beginning. If you wish to truly claim the title of The Destroyer you must walk the path of destruction. Travel to Zoal, and commence your path. | | --- | Quest has been accepted. ‘What the hell? Another forced quest.’ As Mazoku finished reading the book, he checked to see what else he had received, but that was all he had received. He then turned to look at Hime who was now wearing a new bracelet, and was holding a dagger. ‘FML’ When Mazoku finished, he walked towards Tonf’s granddaughter who was sitting beside Luna. “Are you ok? Your grandfather sent me to look for you.” he said in a soft tone. “Yes, thank you for saving me. I, Valsyria, am forever in your debt.” She said bowing her head. “There is no need to thank me. Thank your grandfather. When I saw his eyes, I understood immediately what it was he was feeling. I know that if I had not come along, it would be him standing before you now, after having slain Abaddon.” Mazoku then looked at Hime and motioned her to come closer. “From within the earth I call upon your power, God of life. RESTORE!” she chanted in a soft tone as she healed her wounds. Slowly she wrapped her arms around Valsyria and hugged her whispering that it was ok, and suddenly Valsyria started to cry. ‘WTF? I thought she was ok already.’ thought Mazoku. ‘................’ ‘...............’ - Umm... I’ll go clean up the spawns. You guys take your time. If anything happens whisper me, ok Hime? - - Ok. Don’t forget to share the loot with me. - - Fuck you Hime. - - Ok, but please be gentle. - Mazoku walked off blushing and started to clear out the way back to the entrance. The fight was a lot easier with his new skills. He did wish he had gotten some sword skills though. But having sword skills would only limit his fighting ability. So he preferred fighting free as he did now without having to rely on skills. When he was near the entrance, Luna arrived walking behind him with Valsyria beside her. They both had red eyes and seemed to look a little bit happier. ‘Women.... who understands them?’ Thought Mazoku as he stepped into the light again. He put his hand forward to remove his mask when Luna suddenly hit his hand away. “Never take your mask off, Mazoku. You will understand soon enough, but please trust me. Do not ever remove it.” she said with a serious look in her eyes. They then set out to Odrossol City with Valsyria. Along the way they encountered a few monsters here and there but nothing serious. As they arrived the Mazoku spotted Old Man Tonf in the same spot he had been when he originally left the city. “Valsyria!” He yelled, filled with joy, as he ran as fast as his old body permitted him. “Grandfather.” Valsyria whispered as she silently dropped her head and began to weep. It was a beautiful reunion filled with emotions. Even Mazoku was moved by the scene. He stood in silence watching, making sure not to ruin the mood. Ding! | Quest completed. | | --- | “Young man, thank you. Here are the 50 coppers I promised you.” said old man Tonf extending his hand toward Mazoku, but Mazoku lightly put his hand on the old mans and denied the payment. “I can not accept this. I am forever in your debt.” said Mazoku as he took one step back. “What do you mean?” said old man Tonf with a confused look. “Due to my selfishness you will never be able to take revenge for Valsyria.” “What are you saying young man? Explain yourself.” Said Tonf as he put on hand on his katana. Mazoku and Hime then proceeded to explain what had happened in the cave to Tonf. He was shocked. Tears were streaming down his eyes as his grip on the katana tightened. Seeing this Mazoku got down on his knees bowing. “If you wish to take my life it is understandable. I hope you may forgive me someday.” Hime and Valsyria stood in shock. They did not understand what was happening, Valsyria was alive and well. Yet Mazoku was on his knees before Tonf who was going to draw his katana. Slowly Tonf drew his katana and raised it above his head. Mazoku merely remained on his knees. Filled with guilt that Tonf would never be able to make that which had hurt the person most precious to him suffer. He was prepared to accept any punishment since the moment he engaged in battle with Abaddon. “AHHHHHH!” Screamed Old Man Tonf as he brought down his katana with tears streaming from his eyes. Bam! The katana impacted the ground before Mazoku. Looking up Mazoku asked. “Why do you spare me, Tonf?” “How could I slay the man who brought the person I care most about back to me.” “Stand up, Mazoku.” He said in a calm voice as he himself kneeled down. Slowly Mazoku stood confused wondering what would happen next. “This may not be much, but please accept this as gratitude for not only saving Valsyria, but for slaying the beast that had harmed her also. It has been handed down in my family for generations.” said old man Tonf as he lay the katana in both of his hands and extended it towards Mazoku. Even Mazoku was not rude enough to turn down this present from Tonf. It was most likely the first time he had ever kneeled down before someone in his life. “Thank you, I will forever treasure this sword. Wherever I go I will take it with me so that I may do for others what I have done for you.” said Mazoku accepting the katana. | The Beginning.This is an ancient sword crafted by a dwarf master weaponsmith and enchanted by the Elf King himself. It holds the might of the Dwarven Kingdom, but also the wisdom of the Elves. It is said to have no peer. A sword of unimaginable strength. Level Requirement : 20Strength : 50Dexterity: 40Damage: 30-40This sword will improve as you level up.Due to the blessings of the Elves this sword will improve spell power by 10%.This item is bound to your character. | | --- | Quest complete. ‘Dwarves, elves?? What the fuck, I thought we could only be humans’, thought Mazoku *Ding* - You have unlocked information pertaining to new races in the game. Would you like to share this information with your region?- Said a female voice - Who are you ??- - I am a GM, you have currently unlocked information about a new race. When this happens, you have the option to spread the information via ingame mail to all members of your region or to keep it all to yourself. - - What happens when I share it.- - Nothing, it just gets the word around faster. - - Well, I don’t plan on changing my race so yes I will share it with my region. - - Very well, a system mail will be sent shortly. - Ding! | System Message Player Mazoku of Odrossol City has discovered the existence of new races in Exodus Online. In the past, the Dwarves and Elves crafted a sword for a human family which has been passed down generation after generation until this day. No one knows of their current whereabouts, but they do indeed exist. The race to find these beings, and befriend them has commenced. If you uncover this race you will be given the options of either converting to the race yourself, receiving a XP or item bonus for a week, or allowing 1000 players from your region to convert to this race. If your region discovers this race first other regions will have to wait 3 months before being able to uncover this race for themselves.- Exodus Development Team | | --- | When Mazoku finished reading the message, his eyes were almost bulging under his mask. - WHY DID YOU PUT MY NAME ON THAT!!!!!!!!- - I am sorry, but you did not specify that you did not want your name to appear on the system message. - - You didn’t even give me the option!- The person you are trying to message has blocked you. ‘Why are there so many fucking trolls on this game!!!!’ “First Barkness, then a Dragon, then Hime, and now this shit!!!” “FUCK YOU EXODUS ONLINE!!!!!!” Mazoku was furious as he paced back and forth in front of old man Tonf and Valsyria. “If you are so mad you could go hunt some boars for me and take your fury out on them.” Said old man Tonf laughing. Ding! | Boar HuntingQuest Difficulty: GreenDescription: Old man Tonf has requested you hunt 10 boars for him, and bring them back before supper time. Quest Reward: Dinner with Old Man Tonf | | --- | Would you like to accept this quest? Mazoku revealed a wicked smile as he tightened his grip on his new sword. He was now level 22. “Do you want to come along, Hime?” “I have business to attend to in town, but I will be here when you get back Mazoku” “Ummmm.... Ok.... Well, I’ll be back later, I guess.” “It’s almost like we are married and you are leaving for work Mazoku. Too bad you’re just my slave.” she said smiling widely. “Hahaha, yeah Hime” said Mazoku smiling as he walked away. Once Mazoku was a safe distance away he yelled out. “Hey Hime I forgot to tell you something!” “What is it Mazoku?” said Hime smiling. “FUCK YOU!” ‘..............’ SMASH A bright orb impacted a tree beside Mazoku sending it toppling down towards him. | Health has been reduced by 400. You are stunned for 5 seconds. | | --- | ‘Damn, I didn't think that through well....’ - I love you too Mazoku, take care, and hurry back quickly. I’ll be waiting - *kissing sound* Mazoku entered the forest as he had before, but this time he just walked up to the boars, and killed them easily. It wasn’t even entertaining at all. It was like he was killing slimes. Mazoku was so bored he just walked around slaughtering everything. He didn’t even notice the trail of players that were following him. However, he did notice that an abnormal amount of monsters always seemed to be wherever he headed, and at times, monsters that were not even supposed to be in that area of the forest appeared. ‘What the fuck is going on.’ Then, before Mazoku, what seemed to be an army of centaurs appeared. “Brothers, we must thank the humans who appeared before us today, and showed us the way here! We will take revenge for our fallen brethren!” This time it was not simple hunters. All the centaurs before him were fully equipped in armour and seemed to have fought in countless battles. They had a fearsome look in their eyes. Not only were they prepared for battle, but it seemed like they were prepared to die if that was what was needed to take revenge for their fallen comrades. ‘Fuck me, if I don’t do something I'ma get raped’ thought Mazoku as he scanned his surroundings. Then he noticed what had been causing him to encounter so many monsters. Surrounding him were at least 40 players all very well hidden. At the sight of this Mazoku revealed a wicked smile. He lifted his katana, and pointed it toward the sky. He knew lifting it would have no effect but he still felt like a badass doing it XD. “Fire of hell, gather in this land, devour all that stands before you! INFERNO!” He yelled. From under him a small fire erupted, and you could hear the players, and centaurs laughing. Yet Mazoku stood still unmoving, with his sword held high, until he suddenly lowered it pointed it at the centaurs. It was quiet, then suddenly the black flame roared to life. It grew at an unimaginable pace, and began to devour that which was in its path, burning everything. Mazoku stood amidst the fire laughing like a maniac. “HAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH!” The players that were hidden had now revealed themselves, for fear of being crushed by falling trees, and the centaurs would not retreat due to pride. “Foolish humans, we will not retreat. Even with this many more comrades you shall all fall!” Yelled the leading centaur. Suddenly the forest was filled with a large chant. “From the heavens, I call the Power of the God’s Rain down to smite the heretic.” There were at least 20 centaurs chanting in unison. They were preparing a large scale attack on the players. What came down can not be described in words. One by one players surrounding Mazoku were annihilated. Those who wished not to fight were now drawn in with thoughts of revenge for the fallen friends. Mazoku had no idea if they were from his region or another, but he was happy that they were dying. He had beat them at their own game. They quickly picked up whatever it was that their fallen comrades dropped and headed towards the battle. Arrows flew through the skies and spells bombarded both sides. It was war! Both sides were staking everything, yet one man at the center of it all stood with one katana in hand and a huge smile on his face. “It’s almost time for the grand finale” Mazoku said lightly, as he smiled under his mask. “God of Hell! Give me your power! Rage! Fear! Pain! Rampage! All shall bow down before my wrath. Blessing of Abaddon!” Mazoku activated Abaddon's Blessing and Murderous Aura before he entered the battle. His body was glowing dark black & red. Immediately all eyes fell upon him. “Kill that one! He is the biggest threat!” Yelled the commanding centaur. “Hahahaha! Trash! I will enjoy slaughtering the scum that aided Abbadon in making old man Tonf suffer.” Yelled Mazoku as he charged into the battle. Running, he skillfully dodged arrows and deflected spells with his sword. He was unstoppable, the enemy was shivering in fear as they saw this monsters approach. Destruction in the flesh. However as soon as Mazoku was in front of the centaurs, he revealed a wicked smile. Drinking the remaining mana potions he had. He let out a yell. “Fire of hell, gather in this land, devour all that stands before you! INFERNO!” This time the fire erupted immediately, engulfing the remaining centaurs, and causing the players to be flattened by trees. He was a demon slaughtering the centaurs amongst the fire. Every step he took a foe would fall. He ignored the constantly falling health as he made up for it with his remaining health potions and the passive of Mark of The Destroyer. Soon he was standing amongst a pile of corpses and spotted a fleeing player. He walked towards him with his katana ready. If only he could see the sadistic smile under Mazoku’s mask. He would have killed himself. “Where are you from!” he yelled. “I...i...i...” “Answer me!” “I am from Spain’s Region, I was sent to gather information on you.” Mazoku smiled under his mask as he lowered his sword. “I hope you got what you are looking for.” He said as he commenced to laugh. “This is what will happen to your region if you dare defy me! Leave now and report this to your superiors!” Slowly Mazoku sheathed his sword and started to walk around looting the corpses of the centaurs and the fallen players. ‘For some reason, I feel really relieved.’ He thought with a puzzled look. “OH SHIT! I forgot about the quest!” he said as he turned around and ran back to the city. Behind him was a black barren wasteland of destruction. Bodies littered the forest, players and monsters alike. Trees were collapsed, it was a disaster. It would remain as it is for 2 days until the monsters bodies disappeared and one week for the trees to be replaced. ***************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** Exodus Online Forums Title: Outside Odrossol City Guys, look at this, I was right out of Odrossol city and saw smoke, so I went running. When I got closer, I saw one guy slaughtering centaurs, IN THE FUCKING FIRE! It was unreal, not only that, but around him bodies of other players were strewn on the ground all dead. It was crazy!!!!!! Title: Dwarf & Elves WTF The game developers never said that we could unlock new races, but some dude named Mazoku found some information, and it turns out we can!!!!!! So far only the dwarf & Elf races have been confirmed to exist, but I’m sure there are way more out there. Title: Uk Against Solo Players. I am a solo player in the UK. I basically face rolled everything in the arena resulting in me being asked to join many guilds, but i refused. Now once I log in, players surround me with shields, and do not allow me to farm. This is bs! Someone please help!. Title: Central America Forms Joint Alliance! It has now been confirmed that the Central American countries have formed a joint alliance. The game has only been open for a day. But they are not wasting anytime. They are sharing information on hunting grounds and slowly building their forces. Title: WTF Masked Players!?!?!?! WHO THE HELL ARE THESE MASKED BASTARDS! AND WHY THE HELL ARE THEY SO STRONG!!!!! ***************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** As Mazoku arrived in the city Hime was at the entrance waiting for him. “What do you want?” said Mazoku in a cold tone. “Aww, is that a good way to greet me, when I came all the way out here just to greet you, Mazoku.” she said shyly as she looked towards the ground. Mazoku ignored her and continued walking, but suddenly he heard something and stopped in his tracks. “OH BABY!” Yelled Barkness ‘Seriously FUCK MY DAMN LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!’ Screamed Mazoku in his mind. - Bro, GG how did you get a girl like her. She is definitely a cutie. Just strap some cat ears on that and it would be perfect, man.- - You can have her if you want, man. - - Nah she gives off this tsundere feel man, I don’t go there unless she's a loli. Then by all means let me have it. - - You’re a fucking pedo, bro. - - And? - -.........- - Mazoku? - The user you are trying to reach has blocked you. “Thats cold Mazoku, you didn’t have to block me man.” said Barkness sadly. Mazoku complete ignored his comment then asked “How did you meet Hime?” “We met on the forums a while back and she recruited me for a solo guild. I wasn’t so sure, but once I heard you were in it, I had to join it man.” ‘Fuck me I should’ve just let myself die in the forest.’ “Oh thats cool, man. I have to go turn in this quest before it’s late, sorry.” Said Mazoku as he tried to excuse himself quickly. “Alright man, I have to go farm this mask real quick, but I’ll be back for the battle.” “Alright I unblocked you, take care.” said Mazoku as he walked away. Mazoku walked into the city then realized he didn’t know the way to Old Man Tonf’s house. He turned and looked at Hime then continued walking. “You’ll never find it like that, Mazoku.” she said smiling. “Thats ok. I have time.” “Old man Tonf said he would take your sword back if you were late.” she said smiling even more now than before. ‘Fuck me, this weapon is so good.’ “DAMMIT! What do you want, Hime...” he asked in an annoyed tone. “Nothing much this time. It’s really a little thing. You even get two choices.” she said as she blushed. “And what are these choices?” asked Mazoku with a worried look. “Well you could either be my boyfriend in real life or give me half of the loot you received from the centaurs and players you killed.” she said smiling. Inventory! Mazoku yelled without hesitation. He even gave her a little extra just to make sure she was alright with what he gave her. “Follow me.” she said as they walked to the plaza. All the players eyes were on these two mysterious travelers, but not because of the mask. It was because Mazoku was covered in blood and he reeked of smoke. “Look at that guy.” someone whispered. “I think I read something about a masked slaughtering in the ingame forums.” said another “Wait, let me check. Open Forums.” said a the first player. “OMG DUDE LOOK AT THIS PICTURE THAT IS DEFINITELY HIM.” Yelled a player. In the picture standing over a countless dead centaurs was a masked player covered in blood surrounded by fire. Soon the plaza was in an uproar, but Mazoku and Hime ignored it. They continued walking until they came across a huge house with a big sign that read “Tonf’s Pub”. ‘Little Bitch tricked me. How would I miss this big ass sign!’ “Well played Hime... GG” he said in almost a whisper. As he walked into the pub, he was greeted by the familiar faces of Tonf & Valsyria. They were readily tending to the players who were there. There was a momentary silence and Mazoku assumed the players started to PM as soon as they walked in. “Mazoku.” Said old man Tonf as he walked towards him. “Did you finish the quest I gave you?” “Yes, I even got you a little more than you asked for.” Said Mazoku smiling. “C'mon around back. Valsyria, start making some of the meat Mazoku brought and put the rest up.” Mazoku walked to the back and withdrew all the meat he had from the boars. Plus all the different types of meat he had looted from the centaurs. “Mazoku, where did you get all this meat? Some of this meat is from animals that are more than one day’s distance on foot.” Said Valsyria showing her vast knowledge on the forest wildlife. “Umm. Let’s just say some friends gave it to me.” said Mazoku smiling. “Ok, I will not ask for the details, but if you are going to eat dinner with us, please bathe. You are filthy. The bath should be full, please use it.” She said blushing as she pointed towards a door down the hall from the kitchen. Mazoku looked down then realized what it was everyone was talking about. His clothes were covered with blood and ash. He walked slowly towards the bathroom and looked in a mirror that was there. He looked like a murderer, deep red eyes with blood covering his whole body. ‘Damn, I look scary.’ he thought as he undressed, removing everything but his mask. Before entering the bath, he took a shower to rinse off the blood and ash. As he sat there, he thought of everything that had happened over the past few days. It was a hectic experience, but he was having fun. It was definitely a good investment on his part. - Mazoku, would you like me to join you in the bath?- whispered Hime. - Would you like me to commit suicide? - - Aww, you are so cute when you act shy, Mazoku. - - Aww, you are so cute when you’re not talking, Hime. - - I love you too, Mazoku, but hurry up the food will be ready soon. I took your robes and had a mage cast a cleaning spell on them. - - You took my clothes! - - Yeah, and why did you lie? Your boxers were black. Rawr! - - Seriously, Hime, go to a shrink. - Mazoku slowly got out of the bath and dried off. He then put his equipment back on and returned to the dining room. Everyone was sitting down waiting for him and a feast was set on the table: so many different kinds of meat, bread, drinks. Hell, there was even mashed potatoes. “Thank you for the meal.” Mazoku said as he began to eat. ‘This is way better than that shit Hime made.’ “Wow Valsyria, you cook amazingly. Maybe you could teach Hime how to cook.” said Mazoku chuckling. “Mazoku, actually Hime made that.” Said Valsyria slightly blushing. Across from Mazoku, Hime simply revealed a sinister smile. ‘I knew she was holding out on me in the cave!’ As they continued to eat, they talked about everything. Mazoku learned about Tonf’s family’s past and how Valsyria’s parents had died when she was young, leaving her in his care. He learned about the forest and the plants that grew there. He even gained information on a few dungeons. Soon dinner was over and Mazoku thanked Tonf and left. Other than occasionally logging out to eat or for some quick exercise, Mazoku spent all of his time in game. He had explored most of the surrounding areas. Then he had dinner with Hime, Valsyria, and Old Man Tonf every evening. He was now level 32. ***************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** “Captain Silras!” Yelled Ronan “What is it, Ronan.” “Look at this picture. It is our current target.” he said, showing a picture of a masked man fighting centaurs in fire. “Is he the rumored player that dual wields katanas, Ronan?” asked Silras. “I think sir, he only had one sword at the time, but he had another strapped to his waist.” “What about the others that were sent?” asked the captain curiously “Look closely at the ground, Captain.” “W...w...what!!!!! How did this happen!!” he asked almost yelling. “Well sir, he used some kind of spell that at first seemed like normal fire. But then it spread like a wildfire throughout the forest.” “How did he damage our men if the player versus player ban is still in effect!!!!!” “Well, when that happened we had to move due to falling trees, and in the confusion the centaur army mistook us as enemies, and attacked.” he said. “Indeed, he is a smart one. We need to watch his moves carefully. Call forward the guilds and issue a bounty immediately for when the ban ends. Put forward 25% of what our treasury currently holds.” Commanded Silras. ***************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** “Sup people, this is William Isac Nightingale, or just WIN for short, on your daily dose of Noob Informer. The hottest game out right now, Exodus Online, has piqued the interest of most of you hardcore gamers out there. And well, here I am to share the love with you all. “First off WHO ARE THESE MASKED FUCKERS??? Thats what everyone has been asking lately. Honestly, we don’t know shit. All we know at the moment is they are crazy strong and dangerous. The only footage we have is a picture of a mysterious guy basically stomping an army of centaurs. We code named him Sword Guy XD. One of the most interesting things so far is the rumor about the possible acquisition of new races. This has been one of the most popular subjects on the forums recently. Let me tell you it’s 100% true. Sources in the American region have concluded that the information is, in fact, true. All players received an in-game message with the information about the dwarf and elven races. You heard there was an alliance??? Well, let me tell you it’s true. We call people like this Weaksauce, the game hasn't even been out for two weeks yet we already have alliances popping up. As of now the only confirmed alliances are The Native Alliance,The Jumong Alliance, The Pathfidners Alliance, and the US Canadian Alliance. Moving on to the next topic, we have the Korea - United States war between the two cities tied for the fastest clear on the arena stage of the game. We will be providing complete coverage of this event for those interested. How did they prepare?? Well, let me just put it this way: GRIND GRIND GRIND that’s what they did and have been doing since. The United States Odrossol city participants have been undergoing relentless training. They average between level of 20-25 now and we only have one week left until the battle. The Koreans have not released an average level as of now as it is a mystery to what they have been up to. Well, I guess it’s time to say bye QQ. This is the end of our broadcast on Noob Informer. You have been enlightened!!!! ***************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** “Mazoku, there are only a few more days till the war, are you ready ?” asked Hime as they ate dinner per usual with Valsyria and Tonf. “Yeah, I’m at least 10 levels higher than everyone else right now.” said Mazoku confidently. “But what if they target you from the beginning?” “Well, lets just say you don’t know about every skill I have.” said Mazoku with a smirk. “After the battle, we will need to leave the city, Mazoku.” said Hime. “Why is that? Why can’t we stay here? What about Valsyria and Tonf?” “If you go in that battle and start destroying everyone, you are going to attract a lot of attention. If that happens, then a lot of people will want to recruit you, Mazoku. When you say no, what do you think they will do?“ “Let me leave, ‘cause they know I will destroy them if they don’t.” said Mazoku smiling. “So, you mean to say that if they manage to see you as a potential future threat or a spy, you would be able to take on whatever was sent against you? Do you think you are the only player who received an EXP bonus for participating in the arena fights?” ‘Wtf? Why is she acting all serious? This is not like her at all.’ “Well, if that happens, then it’ll really suck. But there is nothing I can do about it. And who said I won’t join another guild?” he said “YOU ARE MY FUCKING SLAVE AND YOU WILL DO WHAT I SAY, MAZOKU!” Yelled Hime. ‘Damn fuck, who activated her Yandere mode?’ “Woah Hime, calm down, I was just kidding, ok?” “I’m sorry Mazoku, just don’t do anything stupid, ok?” As dinner ended they both said their goodbyes to Valsyria and Tonf, and then they walked out of the pub. When they walked out, they saw a huge crowd in the plaza crowding around a few people. As they approached, they realized what was causing all the commotion. Tied in the middle of the plaza were NPCs from the Velathy City. They had kidnapped the Npcs, and planned on executing them before the battle. ‘Thats just disgusting, even I wouldn’t stoop so low as to do something like that.’ “Hey, you masked people!” yelled someone from the crowd “Who are you guys and what are you doing in our city?” he yelled When Mazoku heard this he slowly unsheathed both of his swords and activated his murderous aura. Even though there was a PvP ban in effect they could still feel the intimidation from his aura. “He’s the guy from the arena. Look at his weapons!!” yelled someone. “Yeah, it is him, I remember him having a sort of muscular build!!” “Yeah, I felt this same presence from him in the arena also!!” The crowd was ecstatic, the lone warrior who aided them in their victory had appeared, but there were a few people who thought otherwise. “Hey! You think you are too good to show us your face!!!” yelled another person from the crowd. “You may have had an advantage in the early stage, but we are all stronger now!” The crowd was starting to get riled up. “Yeah!!” they screamed in unison. “When this PK ban ends, I will personally make you remove that mask, so wait for me. I will make you regret declining all the requests to party up because you thought you were better than us.” Mazoku sheathed his katanas and turned around ignoring them. He wasn’t about to stoop to their level. He wasn’t a words guy, he was an action guy. He had the guys face marked and cataloged in his brain. His third target. Mazoku walked away and continued to train with Hime until the day of the battle. ***************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** “Well, I guess I’ll see you after the battle, Hime.” Said Mazoku as he stood near the teleporter that would transport them to the battle grounds. “Haha, we really do seem like a couple now... It’s like you are going off to war and saying goodbye to you wife, Mazoku.” said Hime shyly as she blushed. Mazoku slowly walked up to Hime startling her. He stood mere inches away from her and caressed her hair. “Hime.” He said looking into her deep blue eyes. “I’m sorry for before.” he said as he pulled her closer and gently put his arms around her. “You are amazing, honestly. I don’t know where I would be if I hadn't met you before.” he said as he slowly lowered his lips towards hers. ‘W...w..what is Mazoku doing.....why is he doing this’ thought Hime. But she remained speechless. “I just hope that... when I come back you will still be here for me.” he said as he inched closer. Badump.....Badump..... Mazoku could hear Hime’s heart beat. “Just a little longer princess and I will be back for you.” He said as he blew air into her ear sending shivers down her spine and walked away laughing. - Hime.- - What, Mazoku? - - You know, I couldn’t have even kissed you right...? - - Why not? - - You told me never to take my mask off. Hahahahaha. - - Fuck you, Mazoku. - - I love you too princess, take care. - Mazoku walked through the portal with a smile across his face. He was ready, the time has come. Once he walked through the portal he was greeted by an amazing scene. Countless players were grouping together under what seemed to be guild flags. Both sides had 1000 players, but the Korean side seemed to give off a more ominous feeling. Mazoku stood around waiting till a familiar voice greeted him. “OH BABY!!! It’s almost time bro.” said Barkness If not for his familiar phrase, Mazoku would not have recognized him. He had his new mask, but he also had new armour which made him give off a fearsome presence. The other players stood around staring at the two, but were more worried about their own preparations to say anything. 5 minutes till the battle would begin. Then it happened, Mazoku heard a scream, and he saw a few people from the American side bring out some NPCs. They made them kneel in front of the army, in plain view of the Korean army. “AHHHHH!” They screamed as one by one the NPCs were executed. Never to be seen again. Laughter and mocking remarks broke out along the American side, but then something unexpected happened. The Koreans also walked forward with 10 people whose faces were covered with black bags. When they removed the masks, Mazokus heart stopped. “T.....t...thats Old Man Tonf and Valsyira. WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY DOING HERE!?!” His heart was beating sporadically. His breathing became ragged. He felt as if he was going to pass out. ‘Please don’t do it.’ He thought. The first NPCs he had befriended in the game were about to be executed before him. One by one, the NPCs were being beheaded, and at each kill the Korean Army let out a battle cry. Mazoku felt his grip tightening around his sword. His heart was telling him to charge forward, to ignore the consequences, but it wasn’t until he heard a sharp cry that he decided to take action. “GRANDFATHER!!!! NO!!!!!!!!!” Screamed Valsyria as the lifeless body hit the ground, and his head rolled across the floor. “God of Hell! Give me your power! Rage! Fear! Pain! Rampage! All shall bow down before my wrath. Abaddon!” He Yelled full of rage. “MURDEROUS AURA!” Everyone stopped in their tracks as Mazoku voice sounded throughout the field. Beneath his mask, tears rolled down his face uncontrollably. He was furious. His body was trembling. He was engulfed in a red and black glow. His beginner Katana shattered under the strain from his rage. He held the sword Tonf had given him, squeezing it with all his might and screamed a battle cry before he charged. Everyone was frozen in place. Stupefied at the actions of Mazoku. Arrows and spells quickly littered the air. But Mazoku did not stop as he merely extended one hand, and yelled. “Fire of hell, gather in this land, devour all that stands before you! INFERNO!” extending his arm in front of him fire poured out devouring all the arrows and spells that were incoming. He was an unstoppable monster. He charged forward with no hesitation. The Korean forces were paralyzed in fear. He was exerting a tremendous murderous aura over them. It was as if they were but mere ants standing before a giant. When he finally got closer, he tightened his grip on his katana, and killed those who were near Valsyria. He looked like a demon under his mask. Deep red eyes under a expressionless mask. Blood flowed down his sword as he yelled, a mere feet away from 1000 foes! He cut that which was binding Valsyria and told her to run. Then an evil smile crept across his face. He chugged 5 mana potions which Hime had given him the previous week. “Hahahahahaha” Mazoku laughed like a maniac, but he was truly crying under his mask. He was filled with rage and the desire to destroy. “I walk the path of the Destroyer. All before me crumbles in fear. That which opposes me shall be annihilated. I call upon the power bestowed to he who holds the title of the Destroyer. ANNIHILATION!” It was quiet. Nothing happened. The Korean force laughed, thinking Mazoku had failed at casting a spell. Then it happened. The ground began to rumble and a crack appeared. The sky changed and thunderous clouds appeared. Mazoku stood now drained of all of his mana, smiling. *CRASH* *RUMBLE* *BANG* - Barkness, make Valsyria hide. Give her any health potions you have and I will pay you later, shit’s about to get real. - Lightning began to bombard the ground as lava spewed from the earth. The Korean forces were being annihilated by one man. He charged in regardless, and began to cut down everything in his way. Finally awakening from their shock, the American forces decided to join the battle. “We are here for one purpose, men. One purpose only! We will make the world fear us. We will make them tremble at the mention of our names!!! Victory is not enough! WE WILL DEMOLISH THEM ALL!” Yelled the commander. “YES, SIR!” they all yelled in unison. Large scale AoE magic was prepared by multiple mages. Arrows were set and swords were drawn. The main force was about to enter the battle. They were set on destroying the other side. Completely disregarding Mazoku, who was currently fighting amongst the Korean ranks. “FROM THE HEAVENS, WE CALL UPON THE GODS, GRANT US YOUR POWER!” Yelled the priests and paladins as they buffed everyone. “The flame of the God we call upon for purification. Annihilate that which opposes us! Flame Of Purgatory!” Chanted the mages in unison as fire gathered in the sky. “THE SKY!! THE SKY!!” Yelled players from the Korean side as they noticed the flame that was gathering and would soon fall upon them. “From the depths of the sea, we call upon our God. Water of the deep grant us your strength! Tsunami!” Chanted the Korean magicians as water begun to gather above them. Seeing the approaching spells, Mazoku turned around, but he was not fleeing. He was running towards the American side. Still full of rage. ‘It’s their fault this happened. If they hadn’t started this, none of this would've happened!’ he thought. The American forces were thrown into confusion as the mages messed up their chants and the spells collapsed. The Korean forces, confused as to what was happening, did not miss their opportunity and changed the target of the Tsunami to the American side and unleashed it. The battle field was full of cries of pain and curses hurled towards Mazoku. One man was disrupting both sides of the battle. But it did not end here. As Mazoku ran he took out more mana potions and chugged them readying his sword as he slammed into the American side. He had one target. The man he saw in the plaza that had challenged him. If he hadn’t kidnapped those NPC’s, this would never have happened. When Mazoku finally found him, the man was shivering in fear. “Please, spare me!” He yelled “You would not betray your country, would you, Son?” Mazoku was silent. He raised his sword towards the sky and chanted his inferno spell again. After this, he would only have one more use left, but he felt it was more than worth it. “Fire of hell, gather in this land, devour all that stands before you! INFERNO!” As he brought his sword down onto the man's face, the commander began to scream as he was slowly engulfed in flames along with those who were within a close proximity. “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON? HE’S ATTACKING BOTH SIDES!!!” Yelled players on both sides. When the American side finally regained its composure, they set out to destroy Mazoku by surrounding him and killing him at once. “We have you now you little shit. You will pay for what you have done!” yelled one man. “All men ready, we attack at the same time, and bring him down even if it costs you your life.” The soldiers were poised, ready to attack the now cornered Mazoku. But he was not afraid, he gulped down a few health potions and readied his katana. “If I die you are all going with me. If not today, then tomorrow, I will destroy you all!!!!” yelled Mazoku with tears streaming down his cheeks. “This is for Tonf and Valsyria. You will all pay.” he yelled as he charged forward, but immediately stopped in his tracks. “From Heaven I descend. I am the the beginning of the End. My power flows from the skies. The end has arrived.!” “OH BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Yelled Barkness, as he appeared falling in front of Mazoku. Wielding two spiked maces was Barkness. He appeared, and immediately began to pummel those in front of Mazoku. But for some reason the signature GG was not heard. ‘Valsyria probably told him what happened.’ A shiver ran down Mazoku’s spine as he watched Barkness fight. At least when he fought, the enemies were cut, but when Barkness made contact with someone, whatever he hit was crushed and let out a tongue curling screech. Both sides had now resigned themselves to their fate and were just trying to take out as many people as they could before they died. Barkness and Mazoku were obviously going to be the winners. But this didn't mean that they would not go down without a fight. If it was not for the small heals that Barkness gave Mazoku, then he would have long died. They fought back to back. Mazoku in a Jodan stance and Barkness just pummeling whatever came close. They were regarded as the Angels of Death. All across the world in-game and in real life, those who were watching the battle were struck speechless. Mazoku and Barkness were covered in blood yet they fought on. Anything that came before them died instantly. It was obvious there was a big level difference, but it was still an insane feat to be able to accomplish. They had to not only defeat their opponents, but make sure they didn't allow themselves to be surrounded by the remaining opponents. Mazoku charged forward, chugging a mana potion to maintain his Murderous Aura. He dodged, rolling forward and stuck his sword through the heart of a man when he emerged from his roll. He then turned around, slicing another's throat. Then he yelled a battle cry as he commenced to slaughter more opponents. The joker known as Barkness was silent. He did not even bother running. He would walk, and as he walked he swung his maces at those around him, completely destroying them. He gave off a more fearsome presence than Mazoku. “AHHHHHH!!!!!” A scream suddenly sounded close by. Valsyria was recaptured. But this time by the American side. She looked like she had been dragged by her hair back to the battlefield. She was huddled on the ground in the fetal position weeping. “Mazoku” She cried out! “SAVE ME!!” Mazoku lost it he began to yell at the top of his lungs. While his body filled with more rage than before. The Dark Aura around him became completely black. His red eyes met the gaze of those standing before Valsyria. “God of Hell! Give me your power! Rage! Fear! Pain! Rampage! All shall bow down before my wrath. Abaddon!” Then he held his hand towards his body and chanted a spell “Fire of hell, gather in this land, devour all that stands before you! INFERNO!” His body was engulfed in flames, from the tip of his head to his toes. Even his sword was covered in fire. Those who had taken Valsyria, watched in fear as they realized the mistake they had just made. Mazoku walked slowly, taking his time, as they were struck in fear paralyzed by the mere sight of him. Now standing in front of them, he slashed and killed them each one by one as they stood by hopeless. The remaining soldiers on both sides amounted to 200 at most. They began to stand in front of each other and killed each other. Preferring this method over death by Mazoku’s or Barkness’s hand. The world watched as one by one, the two countries who had set out to display their dominance that day, killed each other silently in fear of two men. It was a moment that can hardly be described in words. Barkness slowly walked towards Mazoku and healed Valsyria. Remembering the cave, Mazoku hugged her and said “It’s ok now. It’s over.” as she cried in his arms. The ending scene of the broadcast showed two men wearing white masks covered in blood. The expressions they had on their face, no one will ever know. But they do know that they had a heart. One was kneeling, hugging a crying woman in his arms. This was the beginning of everything. The event that set everything into motion. The battlefield was quiet as Mazoku and Bark walked around looting corpses before they would go back to Odrossol city. - Dude - - What barkness? - - You think that if I made Valsyria some Cat ears she would wear them?- - Fuck you man seriously you just ruined the badass atmosphere - - But it would look good man Nekomimi FTW - Mazoku sighed as he continued to walk with barkness towards the portal. All the while the whole World was in an uproar the masked warriors were having bounties set on them everywere they were on everyones KOS list. Yet one person sat with a huge smile on her face in Odrossol cities pub. ' Now it all begins' Thought Hime as she looked at the screen with Mazoku, and Barkness walking off in the distance. ***************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** Sorry for the delay guys I fail as an author QQ. I started playing Ragnorack Online 2 witht he other TL and got into competitive race to max level mode QQ I promise I will sneak in a double release sometime soon for you guys and I hope you enjoy the chapter. Thanks to everyone who helped me make this chapter and sorry if I have some errors feel free to point them out. NOTES Mazoku is actually not OP he is a atleast 10-15 levels higher than all but 3 of the players on the Korean side and 2 on the American Side his sword is actually not OP also it was one of those decision like things that if he had made one wrong move he wouldn't have gotten it on of course he doesnt have the only badass sword in the game I will try to go more in depth about the mechanics of the way stats are aquired and leveling stats also calses and other things people have had questions about. -Baddiez P.S. Stat table will be in next chapter so you can see his level and whatnot

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> In most VR games, anyone could create a guild as long as they met the conditions for it. These conditions were usually no more than requirements for certain number of players or certain amount of gold for registration or certain level to unlock guilds creation option. Typically games went for a combination of these three options. <br><br>RREV, however, decided to take things to the next level. A guild was not something one could create by just meeting certain conditions in RREV; that did not imply there were no conditions but more like the conditions could not be categorized into fixed boxes. There were however recognized stages of metamorphosis that one went through before they could lead a guild. <br><br>The first stage was party formation. It was the most basic and smallest unit of joint team play. Playing in a party provided one benefit; joint sharing of EXP with divided risks. Players would have to form a party of maximum 5 to start with to achieve mutual ends. This meant randomly becoming friends with strangers and completing a dungeon would not always necessarily work. The exact variables which determined if mutual goals were accomplished were unknown. The time the party spent together was one of the factors but not the only one. Once a party was able to meet this condition, only then would they be allowed to enlarge their party size.<br><br>The enlarged party was recognized as stage two. However, even then players would be unable to create a guild in RREV. The enlarged party had a maximum membership of 10 players and gave no other benefit when compared to stage one.<br><br>If the enlarged group were able to distinguish themselves enough through quests they would typically be invited by a noble lord to create a distinguished party. This was stage three and also one of the most unfortunate stages as the distinguished party’s would often be viewed as dogs of the nobles or the nobles personal army. The nobles would fund their quests to a limit and in return they would have answer to every whim and fancy of the noble. Other than the monetary benefit, the distinguished party also benefitted with increased membership capacity of up to 50 members. <br><br>Most nobles would have at least ten distinguished parties or 100 men for active service. This also allowed distinguished parties to interact with each other and form alliances. Sometimes the alliances would lead to mergers of the two groups and give rise to an elite party; the fourth stage. The elite party was where the players had to manufacture their own badges and uniforms. The constraint with elite parties were that there membership could never exceed 500. An elite party typically came with all sorts of benefits, the party had access to higher level political information, they would be consulted in town developments and employment opportunities. Most of all they could charge more for the service they provided to the nobles and did not necessarily have to answer to their fancies anymore.<br><br>Only when elite party earned enough fame, public service points and reputation would they be registered as a minor guild. A minor guild permitted up to 2500 members. Minor guilds had all the functioning power as a normal guild would. They could occupy provinces, towns and castles. Most players would be satisfied reaching here; as there was little or no difference in benefits between a minor guild and a major guild. <br><br>However, those who still wish to be recognized as a major guild were required to undertake a guild test. Guild tests would score the guild accordingly and determine the guild size. It was a costly affair and most players saw no real benefit of it. The highest score would enable a major guild to attain a maximum membership limit of 500,000.<br><br>Why the tedious process? Unicon Corp refused to comment, so everyone just had to guess. The most agreed upon answer was that it was a way to differentiate gaming experience. The so called gaming experts warned Unicorn how this concept would never work. Yet again they were underestimating Lee Hyun’s thoughtfulness. Initially, players disliked the tedious process, however they soon realized that guilds in other games were like a deck of stacked cards, even the smallest failure would result in a total collapse. Guilds in RREV were nurtured through time; it took a great deal of joint effort by all members to become stronger as a whole. The core of established guilds in RREV was strong knit through bonds of trust and friendship. The guilds in RREV stood united as a whole, a sense of belonging which was missing in other games’ guilds. In the end, it only attracted more people to play RREV to experience something new; just as Lee Hyun had intended it to.<br><br>As everyone could learn any profession, there were very few player based guilds limited to a specific profession. However, there were NPC guilds which catered to specific professions only. One of these was the blacksmithing guild in Lavias City which Theodore had recommended to Weed. Guilds were always crowded with a lot of people, typically the best place to get cheap and good quality food for members. Most bases served as a local café, where quest related information was posted or where players could create a party with guild members. It also provided a place to discuss confidential information or plain simple gossip. The richer guilds had luxurious bases with every comfort for members provided. The blacksmithing guild compared to others looked deserted and even strange. That was mostly since it was a specialized guild and one led by an NPC. <br><br>Upon entering, Weed attracted the interest of several players in the cafeteria and some NPCs. The blacksmithing guild was home to mostly the dwarves and very rarely did someone over 5 feet cross the door. As Weed walked towards the registration room, all eyes followed him. Though Weed wore a hooded cloak, his facial features indicated he were elf. His fair skin and silver hair too attracted attention; an unusual appearance was becoming the topic of discussion for all those who laid their eyes on him.<br><br>Weed quietly made his way to the registration desk and took a new applicants form to fill out. As he sat down, to fill the form in, players lost interest in him and resumed their respective topics.<br><br>“I heard that about 3% of the gaming population makes up for specialized crafting profession in RREV.”<br><br>“That’s amazing! Isn’t that an unusually below 1% in other games?”<br><br>“Not really, it means that only the best will survive. Also aiming to specialize in this profession will certainly mean leading a life of poverty. Most players here take up a production profession to specialize in, with the idea that Lee Hyun was a sculptor in Royal Road. Since he is the developer of RREV, they think he might have left some of his legacy behind. A bunch of fools wasting their time.”<br><br>“But what if he did?” <br><br>“I doubt it, the game is completely different from Royal Road, all the experts pointed out the similarities exist because of the lack of time Unicorn had to prepare new names, places and maps.”<br><br>Players who had decidced to specialize in blacksmith, sat and whined because of their profession. 'Pathetic. If it was so much of drudgery they could always change professions?' Weed didn’t understand what they gained from complaining and whining.<br><br>“By the way, have you heard the news about the upcoming blacksmith competition?”<br><br>“The one which Theodore holds every month? Nothing special about it.”<br><br>“I heard that nearly 100 people applied this time and surprisingly all one hundred cleared it!” <br><br>“Like I said nothing special about it.”<br><br>“Well, I think its one of the easier quests one has to undertake to learn advance blacksmith skills. Quite a few blacksmiths go there to upgrade their skills from basic.”<br><br>“You could try the next city as well, some players told me that the school over there teaches advance skills as well.”<br><br>“I never knew that! But I still prefer Theodore’s quest, I hear some of the apprentices got to learn the dwarvish secrets of blacksmithing.”<br><br>“Yeah I heard about how the first few apprentices got that skill. It’s one of the rarer ones but from what my guild gathered you can find dwarves to teach you those skills.”<br><br>“Ah! I’m so jealous. I wish there were more guilds! I am struggling to join a guild here. There are so few! Can’t you recruit me or something?”<br><br>“Try joining a elite party. They really value craft specialization. Since they are always short on money!”<br><br>“I could cry, there are no Elite parties willing to hire me at my current level.”<br><br>“That’s surprising you say that, since most blacksmiths are in the Earth or Fire kingdom.”<br><br>“I know! It seems all elite parties want to hire dwarves or blacksmiths from those kingdoms since their elements favor blacksmithing more. I don’t know why I chose blacksmithing with air affinity!”<br><br>Weed heard enough empty laments and quietly returned the new members applicants form. A male dwarf NPC quickly went through the form. He avoided eye contact with Weed, for the simple reason he was an elf.<br><br>“What is the purpose of your visit?” said the NPC.<br><br>“I want to learn basic blacksmithing.”<br><br>“Oh! Really?” The representative said happily “Do you want to become a blacksmith?”<br><br>“Yes.”<br><br>“Well if it’s only basic blacksmithing skills you didn’t have to come all the way here. You could have tried it on your own.”<br><br>“I was given guidance by Theodore Balkan, to come here.” Weed replied in a low tone.<br><br>The eyes of the NPC dwarf widened. Every dwarf of any age had heard of the Balkan family and Theodore Balkan the eldest son was the jewel of the dwarven race and the pride of the family.<br><br>“Have you ever held a hammer before elf?” The dwarf asked now treating Weed as one of his own.<br><br>“Never.”<br><br>“Then basic blacksmithing is the best place for you to start, indeed. I will explain the absolute basic knowledge of blacksmithing. In the Air Kingdom, you can only forge weapons and armors in the great weapon forges. However, if you hold an arms license then you can forge them anywhere. I suggest you apply for the arms license test when you reach beginner level 5. Your skills will be sufficiently high then to pass the test. If you register as a member of this guild, you will receive 5% off the basic blacksmithing starters set and 10% off all other sets. Any questions?”<br>Weed nodded sideways.<br><br>“Please share your stats information with me.”<br><br>Weed hesitated and then did so. The dwarf stood with a dumbfounded expression, the stat levels were off the chart. He had never seen anything like this before. Only Theodore knew of the moonstone and its powers and thus could guess why Weed’s stats were so incredibly high, but for this NPC dwarf, Weed’s stats made no sense. Level FF/13 and Dexterity of 255?<br><br>“Um, it looks like you’re more than qualified” said the NPC. “Then let us immediately start with an explanation of how to hold the hammer. Look closely, grab it like this and hit like that. Avoid hitting cooled off metal. A timer will blink on your screen, hit the item before the countdown reaches zero. Higher dexterity will enable you to give more swings to the hammer and a greater level of accuracy, thus tempering the steel perfectly…”<br><br>TRRRINGG!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">You have learned the skills of a basic blacksmith!<br><br>Depending on the skill level, the requirements on equips go down by 2 percent or more. If you have mastered the skill of a blacksmith to master level, you can wear the items of other professions despite limitations.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Weed signed up as a member of the guild and bought the most expensive blacksmithing set he could use; a good hammer, whetstone and some items. He also bought a portable smelter, a 108 piece set of molds for all types of weapons and a cart with a horse, all 305 gold after discount. Purchasing such expensive items earned Weed 5 reputation and 25 fame, since his purchases equaled three month’s worth of sales. Weed also signed up for the weapons license test next week, he was confident, he could clear those easily.<br><br>Typically a player could only work in a blacksmith shop, but with these items Weed could create items anywhere. The process of forging items is very simple! Thanks to the portable stove, by using fire elements, metal can be melted and then poured into a mold. From there a work piece is made after which being hammered makes an item. Though the games might be different, the core concept of blacksmithing remained the same.<br><br>The horse and the cart was a bit fancy, but being a low level elf meant that the weight restrictions slow him down significantly. Weed didn’t stop with his shopping there, he traded the horse that came along with the cart for a more superior breed. That cost him another 300 gold!<br><br>He then headed with his cart, straight to the mines and bought ores worth 100 gold! Weed bitterly let go of each gold coin he spent, if he was unable to make Lisa a ring worth of a 1000 gold coins then he might have to return the money or even risk being branded as a thief.<br><br>After collecting all the needed items, Weed went back to Rodriguez ranch and opened up his portable blacksmith store. Rodriguez was more than happy to let Weed practice in his ranch provided of course that he made some new horseshoes for his horses. Weed decided to dedicate most of his time to uncovering the secrets of the elemental blacksmith profession and clearing the upcoming license test. Weed sat down in front of the anvil and opened his bag. Somewhere in the back were the pieces of ore that he just bought.<br><br>“First, melt …” Weed said to himself, as he read the instructions from the help screen. <br><br>Weed placed the ore in a metal pan and held it by its grip. He then focused on the mana around him and began imagining it turn into heat. It was the first time Weed was using mana, so he was very bad at it to begin with and initially nothing happened. Weed felt very frustrated but there was little that he could do, other players had higher affinity and mana conversion levels thus would have found this task simpler. Weed was not bestowed with the same fortune as them. It took a few hours but slowly the ore in the iron pan began to crackle till it melted.<br><br>“Now refine it.”<br><br>Weed poured the metal through various filters, removing away any dirt in the ore.<br><br>“Mold it.”<br><br>Weed gently poured it into the mold and, after waiting a bit, he got the first piece. Now, while the metal had not hardened, in its malleable and soft form he had to give it a shape. Clanking away, Weed hammered away a rod. It was a simple rod. He smacked the rod one last time as the time counter hit zero and dipped it into cold water. With that Weed produced his first item.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Steel Rod:<br>Durability: 100/100<br>Can he used in construction of houses or for other purposes.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have raised the skill of a blacksmith by 10%.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><br>“This is so lame.” Weed said to himself as he stared at the rod he made. It would have been cool if even the simple rod had some added properties to it; sadly Weed’s current level was too low to add any further effects. Also, he had simply followed instructions on basic shapes; he should have totally expected a rod to begin with.<br><br>“I can do better myself.” Weed grumbled as he put away the rod. It was perfectly good ore wasted.<br><br>Weed picked up another ore piece and began melting it. With his past experience of blacksmithing in another game, Weed carefully focused his hammering movements; the craft was like a second nature to him. With his high level of dexterity, Weed could hit the mold at least a hundred times before it cooled down. Each hit added to the item’s durability. After a few attempts at trial and error, he finally forged his first sword. Weed grinned as he stared at the first sword he forged.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Durability: 25/25. Attack 4-6.<br>Sword made from different types of metal, man made with the makings of the master. The attack Power is small, but it has high durability..<br>Requirements: None.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>It was a pretty average sword for his level of blacksmithing; other than the durability nothing really stood out. However, the blade was better than the one he bought at the store. It did not do as much damage, but Weed was sure he could increase that as he increased his level. He would have loved to sell it in the armory shop where he would have gotten at least 20 silver for it. Unfortunately he had no weapons license. Even practice weapon forging like this would be held as a criminal activity in the Air Kingdom. That was why Weed chose, Rodriguez isolated ranch to practice his skill. He could have practiced in the weapons forge, but he feared attracting too much attention. The blacksmithing guild was enough for starters attention of how much he stood out amongst the dwarves.<br><br>Weed decided to use all the ore he bought to make weapons and shields. He had a lot of it: 100 gold coins was a lot of money, he had bought a cart full of a variety of grades of ore deposits. Carefully unloading the boxes from the cart, Weed took out the iron ore to smelt. He couldn’t melt all the ores in one go as it would start cooling down, so he began with individual pieces. By simply following the instructions provided in the help window, Weed rapidly began mimicking the movements. It was uncanny, how perfectly he could copy and follow the instructions he read once. <br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Your blacksmith level has risen to beginner level 2.<br>The attacking characteristics of weapons are now stronger. Now you can make more weapons too.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Your blacksmith level has risen to beginner 3.<br>Now you can make bronze and copper armor.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Weed hammered away, day and night, for 3 days at Rodriguez Ranch, creating blades. Increasing his level was very difficult. He enjoyed stat boosts during the night, however it was not enough to help him increase his level rapidly. Just somehow, he had managed to reach beginner level 3. The sun began setting and Weed decided to logout and return back after a break; hammering swords alone for three days wasn’t the most enjoyable task.<br><br>Weed shivered as he watched the full moon come up. He didn’t know why but he felt nauseated when he saw the full moon. Thinking that he had come down with flu or an illness in RL, Weed immediately logged out. He didn’t want to catch an illness before the weapons license test, especially since he paid 3 gold for the application fees.<br><br><br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>Authors Note:<br><br>1. Edited by Knaivvs. (he is the man!)<br>2. I dont know how many of you can see this, but this chapter was based on the skeleton of LMSV4C2. <br>3. T_T I want to post more chapters but I have work tomorrow, so this will be all for this weekend. See you all next saturday (or maybe if we are lucky over the week).<br>4. This Chapter was earlier known as 'The Fated Profession (Part 2)?'<br><br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Connect to Royal Road – Elementarem Vim next Chapter?</td></tr><tr><td colspan="2"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=353" target="_blank">Yes</a></td><td colspan="2"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=348" target="_blank">No</a></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- </div>

In most VR games, anyone could create a guild as long as they met the conditions for it. These conditions were usually no more than requirements for certain number of players or certain amount of gold for registration or certain level to unlock guilds creation option. Typically games went for a combination of these three options. RREV, however, decided to take things to the next level. A guild was not something one could create by just meeting certain conditions in RREV; that did not imply there were no conditions but more like the conditions could not be categorized into fixed boxes. There were however recognized stages of metamorphosis that one went through before they could lead a guild. The first stage was party formation. It was the most basic and smallest unit of joint team play. Playing in a party provided one benefit; joint sharing of EXP with divided risks. Players would have to form a party of maximum 5 to start with to achieve mutual ends. This meant randomly becoming friends with strangers and completing a dungeon would not always necessarily work. The exact variables which determined if mutual goals were accomplished were unknown. The time the party spent together was one of the factors but not the only one. Once a party was able to meet this condition, only then would they be allowed to enlarge their party size. The enlarged party was recognized as stage two. However, even then players would be unable to create a guild in RREV. The enlarged party had a maximum membership of 10 players and gave no other benefit when compared to stage one. If the enlarged group were able to distinguish themselves enough through quests they would typically be invited by a noble lord to create a distinguished party. This was stage three and also one of the most unfortunate stages as the distinguished party’s would often be viewed as dogs of the nobles or the nobles personal army. The nobles would fund their quests to a limit and in return they would have answer to every whim and fancy of the noble. Other than the monetary benefit, the distinguished party also benefitted with increased membership capacity of up to 50 members. Most nobles would have at least ten distinguished parties or 100 men for active service. This also allowed distinguished parties to interact with each other and form alliances. Sometimes the alliances would lead to mergers of the two groups and give rise to an elite party; the fourth stage. The elite party was where the players had to manufacture their own badges and uniforms. The constraint with elite parties were that there membership could never exceed 500. An elite party typically came with all sorts of benefits, the party had access to higher level political information, they would be consulted in town developments and employment opportunities. Most of all they could charge more for the service they provided to the nobles and did not necessarily have to answer to their fancies anymore. Only when elite party earned enough fame, public service points and reputation would they be registered as a minor guild. A minor guild permitted up to 2500 members. Minor guilds had all the functioning power as a normal guild would. They could occupy provinces, towns and castles. Most players would be satisfied reaching here; as there was little or no difference in benefits between a minor guild and a major guild. However, those who still wish to be recognized as a major guild were required to undertake a guild test. Guild tests would score the guild accordingly and determine the guild size. It was a costly affair and most players saw no real benefit of it. The highest score would enable a major guild to attain a maximum membership limit of 500,000. Why the tedious process? Unicon Corp refused to comment, so everyone just had to guess. The most agreed upon answer was that it was a way to differentiate gaming experience. The so called gaming experts warned Unicorn how this concept would never work. Yet again they were underestimating Lee Hyun’s thoughtfulness. Initially, players disliked the tedious process, however they soon realized that guilds in other games were like a deck of stacked cards, even the smallest failure would result in a total collapse. Guilds in RREV were nurtured through time; it took a great deal of joint effort by all members to become stronger as a whole. The core of established guilds in RREV was strong knit through bonds of trust and friendship. The guilds in RREV stood united as a whole, a sense of belonging which was missing in other games’ guilds. In the end, it only attracted more people to play RREV to experience something new; just as Lee Hyun had intended it to. As everyone could learn any profession, there were very few player based guilds limited to a specific profession. However, there were NPC guilds which catered to specific professions only. One of these was the blacksmithing guild in Lavias City which Theodore had recommended to Weed. Guilds were always crowded with a lot of people, typically the best place to get cheap and good quality food for members. Most bases served as a local café, where quest related information was posted or where players could create a party with guild members. It also provided a place to discuss confidential information or plain simple gossip. The richer guilds had luxurious bases with every comfort for members provided. The blacksmithing guild compared to others looked deserted and even strange. That was mostly since it was a specialized guild and one led by an NPC. Upon entering, Weed attracted the interest of several players in the cafeteria and some NPCs. The blacksmithing guild was home to mostly the dwarves and very rarely did someone over 5 feet cross the door. As Weed walked towards the registration room, all eyes followed him. Though Weed wore a hooded cloak, his facial features indicated he were elf. His fair skin and silver hair too attracted attention; an unusual appearance was becoming the topic of discussion for all those who laid their eyes on him. Weed quietly made his way to the registration desk and took a new applicants form to fill out. As he sat down, to fill the form in, players lost interest in him and resumed their respective topics. “I heard that about 3% of the gaming population makes up for specialized crafting profession in RREV.” “That’s amazing! Isn’t that an unusually below 1% in other games?” “Not really, it means that only the best will survive. Also aiming to specialize in this profession will certainly mean leading a life of poverty. Most players here take up a production profession to specialize in, with the idea that Lee Hyun was a sculptor in Royal Road. Since he is the developer of RREV, they think he might have left some of his legacy behind. A bunch of fools wasting their time.” “But what if he did?” “I doubt it, the game is completely different from Royal Road, all the experts pointed out the similarities exist because of the lack of time Unicorn had to prepare new names, places and maps.” Players who had decidced to specialize in blacksmith, sat and whined because of their profession. 'Pathetic. If it was so much of drudgery they could always change professions?' Weed didn’t understand what they gained from complaining and whining. “By the way, have you heard the news about the upcoming blacksmith competition?” “The one which Theodore holds every month? Nothing special about it.” “I heard that nearly 100 people applied this time and surprisingly all one hundred cleared it!” “Like I said nothing special about it.” “Well, I think its one of the easier quests one has to undertake to learn advance blacksmith skills. Quite a few blacksmiths go there to upgrade their skills from basic.” “You could try the next city as well, some players told me that the school over there teaches advance skills as well.” “I never knew that! But I still prefer Theodore’s quest, I hear some of the apprentices got to learn the dwarvish secrets of blacksmithing.” “Yeah I heard about how the first few apprentices got that skill. It’s one of the rarer ones but from what my guild gathered you can find dwarves to teach you those skills.” “Ah! I’m so jealous. I wish there were more guilds! I am struggling to join a guild here. There are so few! Can’t you recruit me or something?” “Try joining a elite party. They really value craft specialization. Since they are always short on money!” “I could cry, there are no Elite parties willing to hire me at my current level.” “That’s surprising you say that, since most blacksmiths are in the Earth or Fire kingdom.” “I know! It seems all elite parties want to hire dwarves or blacksmiths from those kingdoms since their elements favor blacksmithing more. I don’t know why I chose blacksmithing with air affinity!” Weed heard enough empty laments and quietly returned the new members applicants form. A male dwarf NPC quickly went through the form. He avoided eye contact with Weed, for the simple reason he was an elf. “What is the purpose of your visit?” said the NPC. “I want to learn basic blacksmithing.” “Oh! Really?” The representative said happily “Do you want to become a blacksmith?” “Yes.” “Well if it’s only basic blacksmithing skills you didn’t have to come all the way here. You could have tried it on your own.” “I was given guidance by Theodore Balkan, to come here.” Weed replied in a low tone. The eyes of the NPC dwarf widened. Every dwarf of any age had heard of the Balkan family and Theodore Balkan the eldest son was the jewel of the dwarven race and the pride of the family. “Have you ever held a hammer before elf?” The dwarf asked now treating Weed as one of his own. “Never.” “Then basic blacksmithing is the best place for you to start, indeed. I will explain the absolute basic knowledge of blacksmithing. In the Air Kingdom, you can only forge weapons and armors in the great weapon forges. However, if you hold an arms license then you can forge them anywhere. I suggest you apply for the arms license test when you reach beginner level 5. Your skills will be sufficiently high then to pass the test. If you register as a member of this guild, you will receive 5% off the basic blacksmithing starters set and 10% off all other sets. Any questions?” Weed nodded sideways. “Please share your stats information with me.” Weed hesitated and then did so. The dwarf stood with a dumbfounded expression, the stat levels were off the chart. He had never seen anything like this before. Only Theodore knew of the moonstone and its powers and thus could guess why Weed’s stats were so incredibly high, but for this NPC dwarf, Weed’s stats made no sense. Level FF/13 and Dexterity of 255? “Um, it looks like you’re more than qualified” said the NPC. “Then let us immediately start with an explanation of how to hold the hammer. Look closely, grab it like this and hit like that. Avoid hitting cooled off metal. A timer will blink on your screen, hit the item before the countdown reaches zero. Higher dexterity will enable you to give more swings to the hammer and a greater level of accuracy, thus tempering the steel perfectly…” TRRRINGG! | You have learned the skills of a basic blacksmith!Depending on the skill level, the requirements on equips go down by 2 percent or more. If you have mastered the skill of a blacksmith to master level, you can wear the items of other professions despite limitations. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | Weed signed up as a member of the guild and bought the most expensive blacksmithing set he could use; a good hammer, whetstone and some items. He also bought a portable smelter, a 108 piece set of molds for all types of weapons and a cart with a horse, all 305 gold after discount. Purchasing such expensive items earned Weed 5 reputation and 25 fame, since his purchases equaled three month’s worth of sales. Weed also signed up for the weapons license test next week, he was confident, he could clear those easily. Typically a player could only work in a blacksmith shop, but with these items Weed could create items anywhere. The process of forging items is very simple! Thanks to the portable stove, by using fire elements, metal can be melted and then poured into a mold. From there a work piece is made after which being hammered makes an item. Though the games might be different, the core concept of blacksmithing remained the same. The horse and the cart was a bit fancy, but being a low level elf meant that the weight restrictions slow him down significantly. Weed didn’t stop with his shopping there, he traded the horse that came along with the cart for a more superior breed. That cost him another 300 gold! He then headed with his cart, straight to the mines and bought ores worth 100 gold! Weed bitterly let go of each gold coin he spent, if he was unable to make Lisa a ring worth of a 1000 gold coins then he might have to return the money or even risk being branded as a thief. After collecting all the needed items, Weed went back to Rodriguez ranch and opened up his portable blacksmith store. Rodriguez was more than happy to let Weed practice in his ranch provided of course that he made some new horseshoes for his horses. Weed decided to dedicate most of his time to uncovering the secrets of the elemental blacksmith profession and clearing the upcoming license test. Weed sat down in front of the anvil and opened his bag. Somewhere in the back were the pieces of ore that he just bought. “First, melt …” Weed said to himself, as he read the instructions from the help screen. Weed placed the ore in a metal pan and held it by its grip. He then focused on the mana around him and began imagining it turn into heat. It was the first time Weed was using mana, so he was very bad at it to begin with and initially nothing happened. Weed felt very frustrated but there was little that he could do, other players had higher affinity and mana conversion levels thus would have found this task simpler. Weed was not bestowed with the same fortune as them. It took a few hours but slowly the ore in the iron pan began to crackle till it melted. “Now refine it.” Weed poured the metal through various filters, removing away any dirt in the ore. “Mold it.” Weed gently poured it into the mold and, after waiting a bit, he got the first piece. Now, while the metal had not hardened, in its malleable and soft form he had to give it a shape. Clanking away, Weed hammered away a rod. It was a simple rod. He smacked the rod one last time as the time counter hit zero and dipped it into cold water. With that Weed produced his first item. | Steel Rod:Durability: 100/100Can he used in construction of houses or for other purposes. | | --- | | You have raised the skill of a blacksmith by 10%. | | --- | “This is so lame.” Weed said to himself as he stared at the rod he made. It would have been cool if even the simple rod had some added properties to it; sadly Weed’s current level was too low to add any further effects. Also, he had simply followed instructions on basic shapes; he should have totally expected a rod to begin with. “I can do better myself.” Weed grumbled as he put away the rod. It was perfectly good ore wasted. Weed picked up another ore piece and began melting it. With his past experience of blacksmithing in another game, Weed carefully focused his hammering movements; the craft was like a second nature to him. With his high level of dexterity, Weed could hit the mold at least a hundred times before it cooled down. Each hit added to the item’s durability. After a few attempts at trial and error, he finally forged his first sword. Weed grinned as he stared at the first sword he forged. | Durability: 25/25. Attack 4-6.Sword made from different types of metal, man made with the makings of the master. The attack Power is small, but it has high durability..Requirements: None. | | --- | It was a pretty average sword for his level of blacksmithing; other than the durability nothing really stood out. However, the blade was better than the one he bought at the store. It did not do as much damage, but Weed was sure he could increase that as he increased his level. He would have loved to sell it in the armory shop where he would have gotten at least 20 silver for it. Unfortunately he had no weapons license. Even practice weapon forging like this would be held as a criminal activity in the Air Kingdom. That was why Weed chose, Rodriguez isolated ranch to practice his skill. He could have practiced in the weapons forge, but he feared attracting too much attention. The blacksmithing guild was enough for starters attention of how much he stood out amongst the dwarves. Weed decided to use all the ore he bought to make weapons and shields. He had a lot of it: 100 gold coins was a lot of money, he had bought a cart full of a variety of grades of ore deposits. Carefully unloading the boxes from the cart, Weed took out the iron ore to smelt. He couldn’t melt all the ores in one go as it would start cooling down, so he began with individual pieces. By simply following the instructions provided in the help window, Weed rapidly began mimicking the movements. It was uncanny, how perfectly he could copy and follow the instructions he read once. | Your blacksmith level has risen to beginner level 2.The attacking characteristics of weapons are now stronger. Now you can make more weapons too. | | --- | | Your blacksmith level has risen to beginner 3.Now you can make bronze and copper armor. | | --- | Weed hammered away, day and night, for 3 days at Rodriguez Ranch, creating blades. Increasing his level was very difficult. He enjoyed stat boosts during the night, however it was not enough to help him increase his level rapidly. Just somehow, he had managed to reach beginner level 3. The sun began setting and Weed decided to logout and return back after a break; hammering swords alone for three days wasn’t the most enjoyable task. Weed shivered as he watched the full moon come up. He didn’t know why but he felt nauseated when he saw the full moon. Thinking that he had come down with flu or an illness in RL, Weed immediately logged out. He didn’t want to catch an illness before the weapons license test, especially since he paid 3 gold for the application fees. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Authors Note: 1. Edited by Knaivvs. (he is the man!) 2. I dont know how many of you can see this, but this chapter was based on the skeleton of LMSV4C2. 3. T\_T I want to post more chapters but I have work tomorrow, so this will be all for this weekend. See you all next saturday (or maybe if we are lucky over the week). 4. This Chapter was earlier known as 'The Fated Profession (Part 2)?' -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | Connect to Royal Road – Elementarem Vim next Chapter? | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | [Yes](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=353) | | [No](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=348) | | --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> In the 3 weeks since Arthe had begun his training under Cassis he had boosted his Strength, Vitality and Agility by 40 points each,(due to the nature of a knights training the stat boosts are more uniform compared to normal basic training) on top of this, his Stoicism skill had risen to Beginner rank 3. Because of this he now felt more like a seasoned warrior and less like a noob. <br>His character table now looked something like this:<br> <br> <div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto">[tr]<table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Name</td><td width="25%">Arthedain</td><td width="25%">Primary Class</td><td width="25%">N/A</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health</td><td width="25%">800</td><td width="25%">Mana</td><td width="25%">470</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Level</td><td colspan="3">2</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health Regen/Sec</td><td width="25%">2.2</td><td width="25%">Mana Regen/Sec</td><td width="25%">3.6</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Strength</td><td width="25%">44</td><td width="25%">Agility</td><td width="25%">41</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Wisdom</td><td width="25%">10</td><td width="25%">Intelligence</td><td width="25%">10</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Stamina</td><td width="25%">300</td><td width="25%">Vitality</td><td width="25%">43</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Dexterity</td><td width="25%">20</td><td width="25%">Sustenance</td><td width="25%">20</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>In addition to this Arthe had also gained: <br><br>Level Up: Sword Mastery [3]<br>Increases Attack Power with a sword (+30% ATK)<br>Increases Attack Speed with a sword (+9% ATK SPD) <br><br>Level up Shield Mastery [3]<br>Increases block capabilities (-30% Dmg Taken from monsters at the same level or lower)<br>Increases Defense whilst Blocking (+10% DEF)<br><br>New Skill: Shield Bash<br>Deal Damage equal to 2x equipped Shields Defense<br>Knock your opponent off balance<br>Higher Levels provide Stunning Effect<br><br>Level up Stoicism [3]<br>Increase Stat Efficiency by 0.5%<br>Cost 20 Mana per second<br><br>All in all, Arthe was extremely pleased with his current character progression, especially the development of his Shield Mastery skill. With it, plus his Shield Bash ability he would be able to withstand larger amounts of Damage and take on harder enemies.<br><br>Cassis was also very pleased with his new students progress and because he was unusually generous he'd been teaching Arthe some of the more challenging free form sword and shield moves. At the same time Cassis had also been providing Arthe with free room and board because as a knight in training Arthe was not expected to provide his own lodgings. Instead Arthe had to promise to take part in at least 2 expeditions with the kingdoms soldiers.<br><br>"Hmm that's a pretty good deal," Arthe thought; "i mean not only do i not have to buy anything for myself at the moment, when the training is complete I'll get to go on at least 2 quests that are probably E rank, I'll have the opportunity to increase my level and my reputation with the Baldur kingdom knights. This is turning out pretty well for me."<br><br>"Well Arthe today's your last day of training, there's just one more test you have to undertake before you leave." Cassis called out from where he was stood watching Arthe beat up innocent scarecrows.<br><br>"A test sir? what do you mean? It's not something along the lines of slaying some hideous monster or proving myself worthy to some fairy queen is it Cassis?" Arthe replied without stopping the movements of his arms.<br><br>"Hahaha no no, not at all. all you have to do is face one of the Kings Knights in mock combat and prove to them that you have what it takes to defend yourself and others out there in the wilderness." Cassis responded with a slight grin.<br><br>"Oh is that it, well then who am i facing, you? or another one of the instructors?" Arthe then froze and asked in a worried tone, "it's not Mathis is it? Please tell me it's not Mathis?"<br><br>In the 3 weeks Arthe had been here Mathis had come by 4 times and played a tune of pain on Arthe's body with a training sword to show him exactly where Arthe needed to improve his skills and point out his shortcomings. This had given Arthe great respect (fear?) for the old man and shown him that even npc's should be treated with caution.<br><br>"Its not Mathis don't worry, although he did offer. Some of the other Knights wanted him to do it as they haven't seen a bout with him in almost 5 years, but I declined as I'm not sure even one of the Royal Guards could beat him so you sure as hell wouldn't be able to!" Cassis told him, not even trying to hide the amusement in his voice or the laughter on his face.<br><br>"It's not Mathis, it's another out-lander like yourself, one who passed this training program about 4 months ago and went on to become a centurion with the Kingdoms Punitive Squad." Cassis continued, " he's just finished a mission in the Nirn Swamp, exterminating lizard-men who attacked a farming community outside the city of Mithlond. He'll be along in a couple of hours, after he's finished giving his report to Knight Captain Thrain."<br><br>"Ok that's fine, have i got enough time to head down and see Mathis? You remember he said he had something to give me." Arthe asked.<br><br>"That's right but before you go i also have something for you, a couple of things actually", Cassis replied, " first the sword granted to all adventurers who pass the basic training and second a personal gift from me to help you get started on the honorable road of the knight". Cassis handed over a longsword and a large Kite Shield.<br><br>For completing the Basic Training you receive<br><br>Strength rises by 1 point. (+1 STR)<br>Agility rises by 1 point. (+1 AGI)<br>Vitality rises by 1 point. (+1 VIT)<br>Fame rises by 20 point. (+20 FAME)<br>Life rises by 100 point. (+100 HP) <br><br>You received a Hard iron Sword<br><br>Hard Iron Sword:<br><br>Durability: 54/54<br>Damage: 10-14<br><br>Awarded to those who completed the Basic Training Program. This widely-used long sword is better than basic type weapons that are available in a blacksmith’s workshop.<br><br>Equip:<br>+10 STR<br>Limits:<br>STR 40+<br>VIT 35+ <br><br><br>You Receive a Hard Iron Kite Shield<br>Durability: 60/60<br>Defense: 30<br><br>Awarded to those who complete the Basic Training program with heavy emphasis on Shield use<br>This Shield is a vast improvement on basic type shields sold in blacksmith shops.<br><br>Equip:<br>+10 STR<br>+10 END<br>Limits:<br>STR 40+<br>VIT 40+<br><br><br>Awesome! This gear will probably last me until I'm at least level 30 if not longer! Arthe thought gleefully after examining his new items.<br><br>"Thanks Cassis, these gifts are brilliant!" He told his Instructor and friend.<br><br>"don't mention it Arthe, it's been an honour to teach one such as yourself. I suspect you'll more than prove that you're able protect the weak and the defenseless when the time comes and I hope someday to see you become a famous adventurer", Cassis replied and then proceeded to shake Arthe's hand.<br><br>"Anyway you best head on down to see Mathis if you hope to be back in time to take your final exam and become a fully fledged knight. Say hello to the cantankerous geezer for me, although maybe not in those exact words."<br>"sure thing Cassis, I'll tell him you said hi" Arthe responded as he equipped his new gear and began heading towards the main gate.<br><br>2 hours later.<br><br>"Hey Mathis, are you home? It's Arthe, I've come to see you as promised." Arthe said as he stepped inside the front door of Mathis' home. As he looked around he could see lots of weaponry and trophies on the walls from Mathis' many expeditions when he was a Knight Captain.<br><br>"Well hello there midget, come to get that gift i promised you?" Mathis replied as he stuck his head out of a room on the left side of the hallway.<br><br>"Well to be honest, yes i have sir, but i also came to tell you i passed the training with Cassis, just have the final test left to do. He says hello by the way", Arthe told him with a sheepish grin on his face.<br><br>"Excellent, in record time as well if I'm not mistaken. And i rarely am." Mathis said with a superior look at Arthe.<br><br>"Well that armor you gave me had a lot to do with that sir. I doubt I could have finished quite so quickly without the experience boost that it gave me." Arthe replied.<br><br>"Regardless you finished so as promised I have something for you as well as a couple of skills to teach you that will come in very handy on your travels, come into the forge room and I'll show you"<br><br>Arthe stepped into the room and was greeted with a blast of hot air from what appeared to be an open forge at the far end of the room, there were multiple pieces of armor and finely crafted weapons scattered about the room. Arthe crossed his fingers and hoped to receive a piece of finely forged armor as his current armor was not that much use now that he had passed the basic training. <br><br>Mathis did not disappoint, he reached up to take down a breastplate of Black Iron and tossed it to Arthe. As soon as Arthe touched it the heat in the room seemed to immediately decrease and he couldn't wait to examine it.<br><br>Mathis' Black Iron Breastplate<br><br>Effects: Unknown<br>Requirements: Unknown<br><br>Damn i can't identify it so i don't know if i can wear it just yet, Arthe grimaced to himself.<br><br>"By now you've probably discovered that you don't know what that armor does, but don't worry that's where the skills I'm about to teach you come in.<br>First there's this Skill"<br><br>"ding"<br><br>You've learned the skill Identify<br>Identify<br>Used to identify items with special bonuses<br><br>"and the second skill will help you keep your items in better shape"<br><br>you've learned the skill Repair<br>Repair<br> Used to repair items and gear<br> With each level a skill gains the efficiency of maintenance increases. In the first level it can be repaired by 7 points, the second level is 10, and the tenth level 23 points.<br>At Intermediate Level 1 things can be repaired to maximum durability<br>At Intermediate Level 1: Blacksmith skill can now be learned.<br><br>"Thanks Mathis these skills really will come in handy, i was wondering where i could learn these." Arthe thanked Mathis (almost crying at his good fortune)<br><br>"well don't just stand there try them out lad, seriously youngsters these days no initiative." Mathis grumbled whilst blushing slightly.<br><br>"Identify item"<br><br>Mathis' Black Iron Breastplate<br><br>Durability: 193/200<br>Defense: 40<br>Created by a blacksmith who knows exactly what perils lie in wait for the new adventurer. Allows freedom of movement whilst still giving excellent defense. Made using Iron found in the belly of a salamander.<br><br>Equip: <br>+ 15 STR<br>+ 10 VIT<br>+ 15% Fire Resistance<br><br>Limits: Must be friendly with Mathis, must have passed the basic training program<br>STR +40<br>VIT +40<br><br>Identify skill increased by 5%<br><br>Today is a good day for me, Arthe mused, I've received excellent weaponry and excellent armor plus 2 useful skills,<br><br>"well lad don't just stand there take this hammer and repair that dent so the armor is as good as new." Mathis said after looking at Arthe with something akin to pride in his eyes.<br><br>"hmm what dent? oh, this small dint in the side of the armor. sure I'll get right to it." Whilst saying that Arthe picked up the hammer and activated his repair skill.<br><br>Ting ting<br><br>Armor fully repaired <br><br>Repair skill increased by 7%<br><br>"there we are, all fixed up." Arthe said, examining his handiwork.<br><br>"Brilliant, now that we've got that out of the way i have a small task for you. should you choose to accept it." Mathis replied.<br><br>"Ding" <br>Quest Received<br><br>The Grand Melee<br>Mathis Wants you to take part in the Grand Melee held at the end of the month.<br>Prove your martial skill by defeating other graduates of the basic training skill<br>Quest Level E<br>Quest requirements: Must have passed the basic training program. Must be either a Knight or Classless<br>Quest rewards: Knight Class, reputation gain with the Kingdom of Baldur. Extra rewards granted for winning the grand melee.<br><br>"I accept!" shouted Arthe, he wasn't about to turn down the chance to become a knight and the reputation would come in very handy as well.<br><br>"Excellent, now that that's out of the way you had best be on your way. don't want to be late for your exam now do we." Mathis told him.<br><br>"crap, better get a move on. Sorry Mathis we'll talk again later, thanks again for the gifts!" Arthe exclaimed as he sprinted out of the house and on up the hill.<br><br>"Fool, the exam doesn't start for another 3 hours. you don't need to run that fast. oh well exercise is good for you." Chuckled Mathis as he went back into the forge and came out with a gleaming steel helmet. "better get a move on myself if I'm to get this piece up to the court wizard so he can get it enchanted in time for the grand melee". with that he locked up his house and started to trek up the hill whistling loudly.<br><br>The Start of the exam.<br><br>"whew made it with plenty of time to spare" Arthe panted as he sat down on a bag of hay in the parade ground.<br><br>"Hey Arthe, you ready for your exam. The debriefing ended early so Torval is ready for the bout anytime you are". Cassis called, behind him stood a tall muscular knight in gleaming steel plate carrying an absolutely humongous 2 handed sword.<br><br>"I'll be ready in a minute, just let me catch my breath." Arthe called back. As he said that he stood up and began equipping his new breastplate and flexing his arms and legs.<br><br>"excellent, here let me introduce you to Torval. Torval this is Arthe, one of our most promising trainees. Arthe this is Torval a highly decorated centurion in the punitive guard force."<br><br>"A pleasure to meet you Sir Torval, I'm glad to hear that your mission against the vile Lizard-men went well." Arthe said politely.<br><br>"Wait a minute, that voice. Runt is that you?!" The knight called Torval lifted the face plate on his helm.<br><br>CRAP IT'S STEVE!!! </div>

In the 3 weeks since Arthe had begun his training under Cassis he had boosted his Strength, Vitality and Agility by 40 points each,(due to the nature of a knights training the stat boosts are more uniform compared to normal basic training) on top of this, his Stoicism skill had risen to Beginner rank 3. Because of this he now felt more like a seasoned warrior and less like a noob. His character table now looked something like this: [tr] | Name | Arthedain | Primary Class | N/A | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Health | 800 | Mana | 470 | | Level | 2 | | | | Health Regen/Sec | 2.2 | Mana Regen/Sec | 3.6 | | Strength | 44 | Agility | 41 | | Wisdom | 10 | Intelligence | 10 | | Stamina | 300 | Vitality | 43 | | Dexterity | 20 | Sustenance | 20 | In addition to this Arthe had also gained: Level Up: Sword Mastery [3] Increases Attack Power with a sword (+30% ATK) Increases Attack Speed with a sword (+9% ATK SPD) Level up Shield Mastery [3] Increases block capabilities (-30% Dmg Taken from monsters at the same level or lower) Increases Defense whilst Blocking (+10% DEF) New Skill: Shield Bash Deal Damage equal to 2x equipped Shields Defense Knock your opponent off balance Higher Levels provide Stunning Effect Level up Stoicism [3] Increase Stat Efficiency by 0.5% Cost 20 Mana per second All in all, Arthe was extremely pleased with his current character progression, especially the development of his Shield Mastery skill. With it, plus his Shield Bash ability he would be able to withstand larger amounts of Damage and take on harder enemies. Cassis was also very pleased with his new students progress and because he was unusually generous he'd been teaching Arthe some of the more challenging free form sword and shield moves. At the same time Cassis had also been providing Arthe with free room and board because as a knight in training Arthe was not expected to provide his own lodgings. Instead Arthe had to promise to take part in at least 2 expeditions with the kingdoms soldiers. "Hmm that's a pretty good deal," Arthe thought; "i mean not only do i not have to buy anything for myself at the moment, when the training is complete I'll get to go on at least 2 quests that are probably E rank, I'll have the opportunity to increase my level and my reputation with the Baldur kingdom knights. This is turning out pretty well for me." "Well Arthe today's your last day of training, there's just one more test you have to undertake before you leave." Cassis called out from where he was stood watching Arthe beat up innocent scarecrows. "A test sir? what do you mean? It's not something along the lines of slaying some hideous monster or proving myself worthy to some fairy queen is it Cassis?" Arthe replied without stopping the movements of his arms. "Hahaha no no, not at all. all you have to do is face one of the Kings Knights in mock combat and prove to them that you have what it takes to defend yourself and others out there in the wilderness." Cassis responded with a slight grin. "Oh is that it, well then who am i facing, you? or another one of the instructors?" Arthe then froze and asked in a worried tone, "it's not Mathis is it? Please tell me it's not Mathis?" In the 3 weeks Arthe had been here Mathis had come by 4 times and played a tune of pain on Arthe's body with a training sword to show him exactly where Arthe needed to improve his skills and point out his shortcomings. This had given Arthe great respect (fear?) for the old man and shown him that even npc's should be treated with caution. "Its not Mathis don't worry, although he did offer. Some of the other Knights wanted him to do it as they haven't seen a bout with him in almost 5 years, but I declined as I'm not sure even one of the Royal Guards could beat him so you sure as hell wouldn't be able to!" Cassis told him, not even trying to hide the amusement in his voice or the laughter on his face. "It's not Mathis, it's another out-lander like yourself, one who passed this training program about 4 months ago and went on to become a centurion with the Kingdoms Punitive Squad." Cassis continued, " he's just finished a mission in the Nirn Swamp, exterminating lizard-men who attacked a farming community outside the city of Mithlond. He'll be along in a couple of hours, after he's finished giving his report to Knight Captain Thrain." "Ok that's fine, have i got enough time to head down and see Mathis? You remember he said he had something to give me." Arthe asked. "That's right but before you go i also have something for you, a couple of things actually", Cassis replied, " first the sword granted to all adventurers who pass the basic training and second a personal gift from me to help you get started on the honorable road of the knight". Cassis handed over a longsword and a large Kite Shield. For completing the Basic Training you receive Strength rises by 1 point. (+1 STR) Agility rises by 1 point. (+1 AGI) Vitality rises by 1 point. (+1 VIT) Fame rises by 20 point. (+20 FAME) Life rises by 100 point. (+100 HP) You received a Hard iron Sword Hard Iron Sword: Durability: 54/54 Damage: 10-14 Awarded to those who completed the Basic Training Program. This widely-used long sword is better than basic type weapons that are available in a blacksmith’s workshop. Equip: +10 STR Limits: STR 40+ VIT 35+ You Receive a Hard Iron Kite Shield Durability: 60/60 Defense: 30 Awarded to those who complete the Basic Training program with heavy emphasis on Shield use This Shield is a vast improvement on basic type shields sold in blacksmith shops. Equip: +10 STR +10 END Limits: STR 40+ VIT 40+ Awesome! This gear will probably last me until I'm at least level 30 if not longer! Arthe thought gleefully after examining his new items. "Thanks Cassis, these gifts are brilliant!" He told his Instructor and friend. "don't mention it Arthe, it's been an honour to teach one such as yourself. I suspect you'll more than prove that you're able protect the weak and the defenseless when the time comes and I hope someday to see you become a famous adventurer", Cassis replied and then proceeded to shake Arthe's hand. "Anyway you best head on down to see Mathis if you hope to be back in time to take your final exam and become a fully fledged knight. Say hello to the cantankerous geezer for me, although maybe not in those exact words." "sure thing Cassis, I'll tell him you said hi" Arthe responded as he equipped his new gear and began heading towards the main gate. 2 hours later. "Hey Mathis, are you home? It's Arthe, I've come to see you as promised." Arthe said as he stepped inside the front door of Mathis' home. As he looked around he could see lots of weaponry and trophies on the walls from Mathis' many expeditions when he was a Knight Captain. "Well hello there midget, come to get that gift i promised you?" Mathis replied as he stuck his head out of a room on the left side of the hallway. "Well to be honest, yes i have sir, but i also came to tell you i passed the training with Cassis, just have the final test left to do. He says hello by the way", Arthe told him with a sheepish grin on his face. "Excellent, in record time as well if I'm not mistaken. And i rarely am." Mathis said with a superior look at Arthe. "Well that armor you gave me had a lot to do with that sir. I doubt I could have finished quite so quickly without the experience boost that it gave me." Arthe replied. "Regardless you finished so as promised I have something for you as well as a couple of skills to teach you that will come in very handy on your travels, come into the forge room and I'll show you" Arthe stepped into the room and was greeted with a blast of hot air from what appeared to be an open forge at the far end of the room, there were multiple pieces of armor and finely crafted weapons scattered about the room. Arthe crossed his fingers and hoped to receive a piece of finely forged armor as his current armor was not that much use now that he had passed the basic training. Mathis did not disappoint, he reached up to take down a breastplate of Black Iron and tossed it to Arthe. As soon as Arthe touched it the heat in the room seemed to immediately decrease and he couldn't wait to examine it. Mathis' Black Iron Breastplate Effects: Unknown Requirements: Unknown Damn i can't identify it so i don't know if i can wear it just yet, Arthe grimaced to himself. "By now you've probably discovered that you don't know what that armor does, but don't worry that's where the skills I'm about to teach you come in. First there's this Skill" "ding" You've learned the skill Identify Identify Used to identify items with special bonuses "and the second skill will help you keep your items in better shape" you've learned the skill Repair Repair Used to repair items and gear With each level a skill gains the efficiency of maintenance increases. In the first level it can be repaired by 7 points, the second level is 10, and the tenth level 23 points. At Intermediate Level 1 things can be repaired to maximum durability At Intermediate Level 1: Blacksmith skill can now be learned. "Thanks Mathis these skills really will come in handy, i was wondering where i could learn these." Arthe thanked Mathis (almost crying at his good fortune) "well don't just stand there try them out lad, seriously youngsters these days no initiative." Mathis grumbled whilst blushing slightly. "Identify item" Mathis' Black Iron Breastplate Durability: 193/200 Defense: 40 Created by a blacksmith who knows exactly what perils lie in wait for the new adventurer. Allows freedom of movement whilst still giving excellent defense. Made using Iron found in the belly of a salamander. Equip: + 15 STR + 10 VIT + 15% Fire Resistance Limits: Must be friendly with Mathis, must have passed the basic training program STR +40 VIT +40 Identify skill increased by 5% Today is a good day for me, Arthe mused, I've received excellent weaponry and excellent armor plus 2 useful skills, "well lad don't just stand there take this hammer and repair that dent so the armor is as good as new." Mathis said after looking at Arthe with something akin to pride in his eyes. "hmm what dent? oh, this small dint in the side of the armor. sure I'll get right to it." Whilst saying that Arthe picked up the hammer and activated his repair skill. Ting ting Armor fully repaired Repair skill increased by 7% "there we are, all fixed up." Arthe said, examining his handiwork. "Brilliant, now that we've got that out of the way i have a small task for you. should you choose to accept it." Mathis replied. "Ding" Quest Received The Grand Melee Mathis Wants you to take part in the Grand Melee held at the end of the month. Prove your martial skill by defeating other graduates of the basic training skill Quest Level E Quest requirements: Must have passed the basic training program. Must be either a Knight or Classless Quest rewards: Knight Class, reputation gain with the Kingdom of Baldur. Extra rewards granted for winning the grand melee. "I accept!" shouted Arthe, he wasn't about to turn down the chance to become a knight and the reputation would come in very handy as well. "Excellent, now that that's out of the way you had best be on your way. don't want to be late for your exam now do we." Mathis told him. "crap, better get a move on. Sorry Mathis we'll talk again later, thanks again for the gifts!" Arthe exclaimed as he sprinted out of the house and on up the hill. "Fool, the exam doesn't start for another 3 hours. you don't need to run that fast. oh well exercise is good for you." Chuckled Mathis as he went back into the forge and came out with a gleaming steel helmet. "better get a move on myself if I'm to get this piece up to the court wizard so he can get it enchanted in time for the grand melee". with that he locked up his house and started to trek up the hill whistling loudly. The Start of the exam. "whew made it with plenty of time to spare" Arthe panted as he sat down on a bag of hay in the parade ground. "Hey Arthe, you ready for your exam. The debriefing ended early so Torval is ready for the bout anytime you are". Cassis called, behind him stood a tall muscular knight in gleaming steel plate carrying an absolutely humongous 2 handed sword. "I'll be ready in a minute, just let me catch my breath." Arthe called back. As he said that he stood up and began equipping his new breastplate and flexing his arms and legs. "excellent, here let me introduce you to Torval. Torval this is Arthe, one of our most promising trainees. Arthe this is Torval a highly decorated centurion in the punitive guard force." "A pleasure to meet you Sir Torval, I'm glad to hear that your mission against the vile Lizard-men went well." Arthe said politely. "Wait a minute, that voice. Runt is that you?!" The knight called Torval lifted the face plate on his helm. CRAP IT'S STEVE!!!

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <span style="font-weight: bold;"># The Wolf Queen (part 1)</span><br>(I considered naming this chapter "The Two Bitches"... but figured that would be wrong)<br><br>"If I remember correctly, the Archer's Guild should be this way..."<br><br>The last few days had passed by fairly quickly as I focused on the repairs.<br><br>The instructor had been so pleased with my my work that not only did he give me more money than I could possibly need at the moment, but also enough exp points for me to level up to Lv 2, which was not originally part of the quest rewards. My Repair skill had finally reached beginner Lv 9 as of last night, and my Archery has reached Beginner Lv 2.<br><br>"Turn left at the inn and go straight... At the third junction turn right, then right again when you pass <span style="font-style: italic;">this</span> particular Alchemist shop and it should be right in front of ~ ah here it is."<br><br>The Guild building was built in the style of a giant 3-storied log cabin. On the front of the building there were 2 doors; one larger main door and one door further to the side. The surrounding land has been cleared of all other buildings, leaving only a few trees standing. Peeking out from the side of the building was a fence which I guess would surround a training field behind the building.<br><br>If the size if the Training Hall I just left was any indicator, the training field would probably be very large indeed.<br><br>The Archer's Guild was one of the 3 main guilds in Royal Road, after all, next to the Mage's Guild and the Warrior's Guild.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Ring!</span><br><br>A bell rung as I opened the main door. The main hall of the place looked simpler than I would have expected of a Guild. Other than a counter at the far end, there were some wooden tables and chairs along the walls to my the left and right, with vases of flowers decorating each table.<br><br>Standing behind the counter was a petite young lady dressed in a simple green dress with a brown apron. Her shoulder length blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and her center-parted fringe framed her smiling face. Despite her blonde hair, her height and features would suggest that she's of Asian descent, probably Chinese or Japanese.<br><br>"Welcome to the Archer's Guild! I'm the receptionist here, how may I be of service?"<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*Well, she definitely sounds like an NPC... but..*</span><br><br>"You're... A player aren't you..."<br><br>"I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm just a simple NPC," Even though she's still smiling, a "#" shape was already appearing on her forehead.<br><br>"Nope... you're definitely a player."<br><br>A few moments of uncomfortable silence passed between us.<br><br>"AAauUrrrgh!" She made a random angry sound as she dropped her fake smile, "Yeah yeah. I'm a player, got a problem with that. I needed something to do for the first four weeks and money to pay for the stupid training and stupid exam and landed this stupid job as a stupid receptionist. Any problems?"<br><br>"No, no. No problem here. Just wondering why you're going through the trouble of acting like an NPC, is all."<br><br>"Tsch! Because it's a shitty job where I have to serve under others and serve other people and have to put up with shit and get no respect whatsoever. Better to let others think I'm just another NPC instead of an unlucky player." (To anybody who might be reading this who is an actual receptionist, I must stress that this is the character's opinion and not mine) "And you must be the lucky bastard I was supposed to expect who got the recommendation from the Training Hall instructor. Just complete your quest and go."<br><br>She turned away from me and did some funny motion with her hands.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Ting!</span></span><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center;">Quest Complete!<br><br>The Recommendation Letter<br><br>You have visited the Archer's Guild to change your class.<br><br>Reward:<br>Class change opportunity</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center;">Class Change!<br><br>You can convert to a Primary class Archer. If you accept it, you can learn exclusive skills for the class that are withheld from other classes.<br><br>Do you want to convert to Archer?</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><br>"Ah, alright. Thanks."<br><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Ting!</span></span><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">You have changed your class!</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">You are now an Archer!</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">DEX increased by +5</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Limitations on the Archery skill has been lifted.</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br>(omg auto correct almost changed the "D" in Dex into an "S")<br><br><br>"Ne~!" The bit~_ eh I mean the lady called out to me just as I was about to turn and leave.<br><br>"Hrm?"<br><br>"How did you know I was a player? I'm pretty proud of my acting skills, you know."<br><br>"That is inconvenient for me to say."<br><br>"Just say it."<br><br>"Well.... I'm fine around NPC's, but otherwise I feel really uncomfortable around attractive women."<br><br>It's true. I may look fine, but there are butterflies in my stomach right now.<br>...<br><br>...<br><br>...<br><br>"I-IDIOt! PER~V~ERT!"<br><br>"Oi! 'Idiot' I can understand but how does that make me a pervert!"<br><br>"I don't care! Weirdo Mustache-Otakus like you should all jump into a river and die."<br><br>"Now you have a problem with my Mustache!" (With a capital "M")<br><br>"Bluuegh!" She stuck out her tongue at me, "and by the way I'm only telling you this because it's my job but past the door to your right is a store that will sell you the basic gear you will need as an archer. So get lost now."<br><br>"Fine, fine. I understand. I'll leave right away."<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*She is definitely not cute!*</span><br><br>When I walked into store (the store is actually in the Guild building itself. It's where the second door on the outside leads to), I took a quick look around. Around the store were armor stands displaying different kinds of leather and cloth armor. Hung on the walls were bows in different shapes and sizes, and they were most probably made from different woods as well, though I couldn't really tell.<br><br>It seems as though all the equipment here were for low-leveled players, perhaps up to level 5 or 7.<br><br>Behind the store counter was an old man.<br><br>"Greetings, young Archer," he spoke in a rusty old voice, " I assume that you're here to get started with your journey."<br><br>The storekeeper walked around the counter to get a closer look at me.<br><br>"Indeed, I have just finished my mandatory 4 weeks stay-in, and wish to get suitable gear before I venture outside of town."<br><br>"Of course, of course," as he was talking, he seemed to be taking my measurements with his eyes, "May I ask what is your level?"<br><br>"Level 2."<br><br>"Heh... A little on the low end I see," he patted me on the chest, "Seems that you already have our body armor. Let me see what else I can get you."<br><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center;">Simple Wooden Bow:<br><br>Durability: 25/25<br>Damage: 6-8<br><br>A simple wooden bow that most archers start with. It's ease of use makes up for it's lack of power.<br><br>Equip:<br>+5 DEX<br><br>Limits:<br>DEX 20+</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center;">Leather Bracer:<br><br>Durability: 25/25<br>Defense: 2<br><br>A leather support for the wrist meant to reduce strain when drawing a bow.<br><br>Equip:<br>-20% Stamina drain when attacking with a bow<br>+3 DEX<br><br>Limits:<br>Level 2</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center;">Leather Boots:<br><br>Durability: 13/13<br>Defense: 1<br><br>A pair of comfortable leather boots that were designed for walking.<br><br>Equip:<br>-10% Stamina drain from movement<br><br>Limits:<br>None</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center;">Cloth Headband:<br><br>Durability: 10/10<br>Defense: 1<br><br>A headband that keeps hair and sweat out of your eyes.<br><br>Equip:<br>Slightly increased Accuracy<br><br>Limits:<br>None</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center;">Leather Pants:<br><br>Durability: 25/25<br>Defense: 3<br><br>A pair of leather pants. Better than being naked.<br><br>Equip:<br>None<br><br>Limits:<br>Level 2</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center;">Basic Quiver:<br>Durability: 50/50<br>Capacity: 50 Arrows<br><br>The quiver that majority of archers start with. Its simple design and average capacity is popular even to the more experienced players.<br><br>Equip:<br>10% increased draw speed.<br><br>Limits:<br>Must have a bow/crossbow equiped</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>In addition to those, I bought an extremely large number of wooden arrows.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center;">Wooden Arrow:<br><br>Durability: 1/1<br><br>Despite it's lack of a proper arrowhead, these sharpened wooden tips will suffice for most low-leveled enemies.<br><br>Equip:<br>None<br><br>Limits:<br>Must have a bow equiped.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><br>"There you go... Now you look like a proper archer."<br><br>"I <span style="font-style: italic;">feel</span> like a proper archer," I said after putting everything on, "I can't thank you enough."<br><br>"Oh think nothing of it. You know, I used to be an adventurere like you. Until I took that blasted arrow to the knee. I'd know what an adventurer would need, I've been outfitting them for years!" the storekeeper laughed, "Now run along, fame and fortune await you!"<br><br><br>*****************************************************************<br><br><br>Ah.... the great outdoors.<br><br>This was the place where thousands of adventureres made what could be said to be their first real step into Royal Road.<br><br>The lush green field just outside the gate, filled with cute critters. <br><br>Rabbits were hopping around.<br><br>Foxes were slinking about in the brush.<br><br>Butterflies flitted about in the mid-day sun.<br><br>Young adventurers were running about with their weapons in hand. All around you you could see swords stabbing into cute fluffy rabbits. Warhammers smashing the skulls of little foxes, and animals being burnt alive my magic.Blood and brains were flying everywhere. Occasionally one of the animals would get lucky and manage to rip the throats off the~..<br><br>WAIT JUST ONE MOMENT!<br><br>ISN'T SOMETHING HORRIBLY WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE!<br><br>It's true that cute and cuddly creatures were usually the starting prey in games, but it feels completely wrong here! Did the game developers forget to take into account that this was a VIRTUAL REALITY MMO! Rabbits and foxes are animals that exist in real life, and here there are people commiting atrocities against them! Some poor kid here could be receiving some SERIOUS psychological damage here!!! Where's the Animal Rights Department! The Morals Committee?<br><br>Shouldn't they at least replace the rabbits and foxes with creatures that didn't exist on Earth???<br><br>"This... is pretty crazy isn't it..?"<br><br>Everywhere you look, there were people hunting mobs, and seems like all the good spawn points were taken. If I wanted to do some hunting, seems like I would have little luck here.<br><br>Instead I looked to the forest edge that surrounds the clearing. The forest was where most of the wolves spawned. Each one ranged from level 6 ~ 8, and while it was possible for a lone newbie to kill one or two at a time, to take on a pack of them was usually suicidal.<br><br>But of course, ranged units had a big advantage. By attacking from afar, they can bait small groups of them and avoid having to fight the entire pack at once. Not to mention that the trees can break the line of sight, making it harder for the wolves to detect the player (although they still have a keen pair of ears and a sensitive nose).<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*I guess I'll try my luck in the forest then.*</span><br><br>Although a few players did glance at me as I made my way to the forest's edge, none of them stepped forward to interupt me or offer to party with me.<br><br>I guess either nobody wanted to party with a newbie, or they decided going into the forest wasn't worth it.<br><br>"It's odd though... I haven't seen a single soul around."<br><br>True enough, even though I've been walking around for about an hour now, I haven't seen a single mob. It was possible that they were all hunted down recently, but there aren't any signs of battles either.<br><br>And for some reason, the sky has turned dark.<br><br>It's not because the trees were blocking the sun either. When I peeked through the gaps in the foliage, it almost looks as though night had suddenly fallen.<br><br>"This is starting to get creepy..."<br><br>It reminded me of a story about a game I heard some time ago, about a mythical "Stage 0". It was supposeedly a glitch in the system where if your character walked into a certain spot on stage 1 at a certain time and a certain way, he'd enter a "Stage 0", a stage that continuously looped the scenery and could not be completed, hence trapping the player in there forever.<br><br>"I should probably head back."<br><br>Just as I said that, I spotted something out of the corner of my eyes. A break in the trees.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*Have I been walking in circles the entire time?*</span><br><br>But no. As I walked closer I realized it wasn't the same clearing I was in before, but rather it was a large glade, almost the size of the clearing outside the gates of Serabourg.<br><br>In the center of the glade was a single tree, and at the base of the tree was a hole that was dug into the ground. A den perhaps. Perhaps the den of a wolf?<br><br>As I approached the tree, my suspicions were confirmed as a small white wolf pup crawled out of the hole. At just over a feet tall, it looked like it would barely be able to protect itself if attacked by one of those fluffy rabbits from earlier on.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*Why is it white though?*</span><br><br>From what I understand, white wolves are native to the newly discovered far-northern part of Royal Road.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*Did it's parents immigrate here? Where is it's mother?*</span><br><br>As soon it saw me, the pup ran back into it's den and started making that loud, annoying, high-pitched bark that only pups and small dogs could make.<br><br>*I have a bad feeling about this.*<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Grrrrrrrrrr..........."</span></span><br><br>A loud growl could be heard behind me.<br><br>And when I turned around, I saw the biggest ass wolf in the world.<br><br>Standing at four times my height, around two stories tall, the giant white wolf was glaring straight down at me with murder in its.. no... *Her* eyes.<br><br>Drawn by her pup's calls, the mother wolf had come to defend it.<br><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">TING!</span></span><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center;">*New Quest:<br><br>Maternal Instinct<br><br>After many grueling months of travel, the Wolf-Queen of the north had finally made it to the lusher lands of the south to give birth to her child.<br><br>While hunting for food, she heard the cries of her pup and returned to find a human hunter approaching it.<br><br>Quest Objective:<br>Kill the Wolf Queen<br>You cannot flee<br><br>Quest Failure:<br>Death<br><br>Quest Difficulty: D<br><br>Quest Requirement: <br>Not in a party<br><br>Quest Reward:<br>Rewards will be based on actions taken during the quest</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><br>My Level: 2<br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><br>...<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Wolf Queen's Level: 25</span><br><br><br>******************************************************************<br><br><br>Author's notes:<br><br>Hello again!<br><br>My fanfic thread is finally up!<br><br>And so I celebrate with a two-and-a-half chapter release.<br><br>Why half a chapter?<br><br>Because I'm evil and want to create a cliff-hanger right here (evil laugh).<br><br>And also because I finished this portion just as my thread was created, and I'm high because of that.<br><br>Also because I want to isolate the battle portion into a thread of it's own.<br><br><br>It's the main char's first battle, after all.<br><br><br>This chapter was started a few days after I finished chapter 1, and I decided to try a different writing style as well as making an effort to write more in depth in everything.<br><br><br>Once again, thank you for reading my fanfic.<br><br>Any and all comments will be appreciated! </div>

# The Wolf Queen (part 1) (I considered naming this chapter "The Two Bitches"... but figured that would be wrong) "If I remember correctly, the Archer's Guild should be this way..." The last few days had passed by fairly quickly as I focused on the repairs. The instructor had been so pleased with my my work that not only did he give me more money than I could possibly need at the moment, but also enough exp points for me to level up to Lv 2, which was not originally part of the quest rewards. My Repair skill had finally reached beginner Lv 9 as of last night, and my Archery has reached Beginner Lv 2. "Turn left at the inn and go straight... At the third junction turn right, then right again when you pass this particular Alchemist shop and it should be right in front of ~ ah here it is." The Guild building was built in the style of a giant 3-storied log cabin. On the front of the building there were 2 doors; one larger main door and one door further to the side. The surrounding land has been cleared of all other buildings, leaving only a few trees standing. Peeking out from the side of the building was a fence which I guess would surround a training field behind the building. If the size if the Training Hall I just left was any indicator, the training field would probably be very large indeed. The Archer's Guild was one of the 3 main guilds in Royal Road, after all, next to the Mage's Guild and the Warrior's Guild. Ring! A bell rung as I opened the main door. The main hall of the place looked simpler than I would have expected of a Guild. Other than a counter at the far end, there were some wooden tables and chairs along the walls to my the left and right, with vases of flowers decorating each table. Standing behind the counter was a petite young lady dressed in a simple green dress with a brown apron. Her shoulder length blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail and her center-parted fringe framed her smiling face. Despite her blonde hair, her height and features would suggest that she's of Asian descent, probably Chinese or Japanese. "Welcome to the Archer's Guild! I'm the receptionist here, how may I be of service?" *Well, she definitely sounds like an NPC... but..* "You're... A player aren't you..." "I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm just a simple NPC," Even though she's still smiling, a "#" shape was already appearing on her forehead. "Nope... you're definitely a player." A few moments of uncomfortable silence passed between us. "AAauUrrrgh!" She made a random angry sound as she dropped her fake smile, "Yeah yeah. I'm a player, got a problem with that. I needed something to do for the first four weeks and money to pay for the stupid training and stupid exam and landed this stupid job as a stupid receptionist. Any problems?" "No, no. No problem here. Just wondering why you're going through the trouble of acting like an NPC, is all." "Tsch! Because it's a shitty job where I have to serve under others and serve other people and have to put up with shit and get no respect whatsoever. Better to let others think I'm just another NPC instead of an unlucky player." (To anybody who might be reading this who is an actual receptionist, I must stress that this is the character's opinion and not mine) "And you must be the lucky bastard I was supposed to expect who got the recommendation from the Training Hall instructor. Just complete your quest and go." She turned away from me and did some funny motion with her hands. Ting! | Quest Complete!The Recommendation LetterYou have visited the Archer's Guild to change your class.Reward:Class change opportunity | | --- | | Class Change!You can convert to a Primary class Archer. If you accept it, you can learn exclusive skills for the class that are withheld from other classes.Do you want to convert to Archer? | | --- | "Ah, alright. Thanks." Ting! | You have changed your class! | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | You are now an Archer! | | | | | DEX increased by +5 | | | | | Limitations on the Archery skill has been lifted. | | | | (omg auto correct almost changed the "D" in Dex into an "S") "Ne~!" The bit~\_ eh I mean the lady called out to me just as I was about to turn and leave. "Hrm?" "How did you know I was a player? I'm pretty proud of my acting skills, you know." "That is inconvenient for me to say." "Just say it." "Well.... I'm fine around NPC's, but otherwise I feel really uncomfortable around attractive women." It's true. I may look fine, but there are butterflies in my stomach right now. ... ... ... "I-IDIOt! PER~V~ERT!" "Oi! 'Idiot' I can understand but how does that make me a pervert!" "I don't care! Weirdo Mustache-Otakus like you should all jump into a river and die." "Now you have a problem with my Mustache!" (With a capital "M") "Bluuegh!" She stuck out her tongue at me, "and by the way I'm only telling you this because it's my job but past the door to your right is a store that will sell you the basic gear you will need as an archer. So get lost now." "Fine, fine. I understand. I'll leave right away." *She is definitely not cute!* When I walked into store (the store is actually in the Guild building itself. It's where the second door on the outside leads to), I took a quick look around. Around the store were armor stands displaying different kinds of leather and cloth armor. Hung on the walls were bows in different shapes and sizes, and they were most probably made from different woods as well, though I couldn't really tell. It seems as though all the equipment here were for low-leveled players, perhaps up to level 5 or 7. Behind the store counter was an old man. "Greetings, young Archer," he spoke in a rusty old voice, " I assume that you're here to get started with your journey." The storekeeper walked around the counter to get a closer look at me. "Indeed, I have just finished my mandatory 4 weeks stay-in, and wish to get suitable gear before I venture outside of town." "Of course, of course," as he was talking, he seemed to be taking my measurements with his eyes, "May I ask what is your level?" "Level 2." "Heh... A little on the low end I see," he patted me on the chest, "Seems that you already have our body armor. Let me see what else I can get you." | Simple Wooden Bow:Durability: 25/25Damage: 6-8A simple wooden bow that most archers start with. It's ease of use makes up for it's lack of power.Equip:+5 DEXLimits:DEX 20+ | | --- | | Leather Bracer:Durability: 25/25Defense: 2A leather support for the wrist meant to reduce strain when drawing a bow.Equip:-20% Stamina drain when attacking with a bow+3 DEXLimits:Level 2 | | --- | | Leather Boots:Durability: 13/13Defense: 1A pair of comfortable leather boots that were designed for walking.Equip:-10% Stamina drain from movementLimits:None | | --- | | Cloth Headband:Durability: 10/10Defense: 1A headband that keeps hair and sweat out of your eyes.Equip:Slightly increased AccuracyLimits:None | | --- | | Leather Pants:Durability: 25/25Defense: 3A pair of leather pants. Better than being naked.Equip:NoneLimits:Level 2 | | --- | | Basic Quiver:Durability: 50/50Capacity: 50 ArrowsThe quiver that majority of archers start with. Its simple design and average capacity is popular even to the more experienced players.Equip:10% increased draw speed.Limits:Must have a bow/crossbow equiped | | --- | In addition to those, I bought an extremely large number of wooden arrows. | Wooden Arrow:Durability: 1/1Despite it's lack of a proper arrowhead, these sharpened wooden tips will suffice for most low-leveled enemies.Equip:NoneLimits:Must have a bow equiped. | | --- | "There you go... Now you look like a proper archer." "I feel like a proper archer," I said after putting everything on, "I can't thank you enough." "Oh think nothing of it. You know, I used to be an adventurere like you. Until I took that blasted arrow to the knee. I'd know what an adventurer would need, I've been outfitting them for years!" the storekeeper laughed, "Now run along, fame and fortune await you!" ***************************************************************** Ah.... the great outdoors. This was the place where thousands of adventureres made what could be said to be their first real step into Royal Road. The lush green field just outside the gate, filled with cute critters. Rabbits were hopping around. Foxes were slinking about in the brush. Butterflies flitted about in the mid-day sun. Young adventurers were running about with their weapons in hand. All around you you could see swords stabbing into cute fluffy rabbits. Warhammers smashing the skulls of little foxes, and animals being burnt alive my magic.Blood and brains were flying everywhere. Occasionally one of the animals would get lucky and manage to rip the throats off the~.. WAIT JUST ONE MOMENT! ISN'T SOMETHING HORRIBLY WRONG WITH THIS PICTURE! It's true that cute and cuddly creatures were usually the starting prey in games, but it feels completely wrong here! Did the game developers forget to take into account that this was a VIRTUAL REALITY MMO! Rabbits and foxes are animals that exist in real life, and here there are people commiting atrocities against them! Some poor kid here could be receiving some SERIOUS psychological damage here!!! Where's the Animal Rights Department! The Morals Committee? Shouldn't they at least replace the rabbits and foxes with creatures that didn't exist on Earth??? "This... is pretty crazy isn't it..?" Everywhere you look, there were people hunting mobs, and seems like all the good spawn points were taken. If I wanted to do some hunting, seems like I would have little luck here. Instead I looked to the forest edge that surrounds the clearing. The forest was where most of the wolves spawned. Each one ranged from level 6 ~ 8, and while it was possible for a lone newbie to kill one or two at a time, to take on a pack of them was usually suicidal. But of course, ranged units had a big advantage. By attacking from afar, they can bait small groups of them and avoid having to fight the entire pack at once. Not to mention that the trees can break the line of sight, making it harder for the wolves to detect the player (although they still have a keen pair of ears and a sensitive nose). *I guess I'll try my luck in the forest then.* Although a few players did glance at me as I made my way to the forest's edge, none of them stepped forward to interupt me or offer to party with me. I guess either nobody wanted to party with a newbie, or they decided going into the forest wasn't worth it. "It's odd though... I haven't seen a single soul around." True enough, even though I've been walking around for about an hour now, I haven't seen a single mob. It was possible that they were all hunted down recently, but there aren't any signs of battles either. And for some reason, the sky has turned dark. It's not because the trees were blocking the sun either. When I peeked through the gaps in the foliage, it almost looks as though night had suddenly fallen. "This is starting to get creepy..." It reminded me of a story about a game I heard some time ago, about a mythical "Stage 0". It was supposeedly a glitch in the system where if your character walked into a certain spot on stage 1 at a certain time and a certain way, he'd enter a "Stage 0", a stage that continuously looped the scenery and could not be completed, hence trapping the player in there forever. "I should probably head back." Just as I said that, I spotted something out of the corner of my eyes. A break in the trees. *Have I been walking in circles the entire time?* But no. As I walked closer I realized it wasn't the same clearing I was in before, but rather it was a large glade, almost the size of the clearing outside the gates of Serabourg. In the center of the glade was a single tree, and at the base of the tree was a hole that was dug into the ground. A den perhaps. Perhaps the den of a wolf? As I approached the tree, my suspicions were confirmed as a small white wolf pup crawled out of the hole. At just over a feet tall, it looked like it would barely be able to protect itself if attacked by one of those fluffy rabbits from earlier on. *Why is it white though?* From what I understand, white wolves are native to the newly discovered far-northern part of Royal Road. *Did it's parents immigrate here? Where is it's mother?* As soon it saw me, the pup ran back into it's den and started making that loud, annoying, high-pitched bark that only pups and small dogs could make. *I have a bad feeling about this.* "Grrrrrrrrrr..........." A loud growl could be heard behind me. And when I turned around, I saw the biggest ass wolf in the world. Standing at four times my height, around two stories tall, the giant white wolf was glaring straight down at me with murder in its.. no... *Her* eyes. Drawn by her pup's calls, the mother wolf had come to defend it. TING! | *New Quest:Maternal InstinctAfter many grueling months of travel, the Wolf-Queen of the north had finally made it to the lusher lands of the south to give birth to her child.While hunting for food, she heard the cries of her pup and returned to find a human hunter approaching it.Quest Objective:Kill the Wolf QueenYou cannot fleeQuest Failure:DeathQuest Difficulty: DQuest Requirement: Not in a partyQuest Reward:Rewards will be based on actions taken during the quest | | --- | My Level: 2 ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... The Wolf Queen's Level: 25 ****************************************************************** Author's notes: Hello again! My fanfic thread is finally up! And so I celebrate with a two-and-a-half chapter release. Why half a chapter? Because I'm evil and want to create a cliff-hanger right here (evil laugh). And also because I finished this portion just as my thread was created, and I'm high because of that. Also because I want to isolate the battle portion into a thread of it's own. It's the main char's first battle, after all. This chapter was started a few days after I finished chapter 1, and I decided to try a different writing style as well as making an effort to write more in depth in everything. Once again, thank you for reading my fanfic. Any and all comments will be appreciated!

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> “Will he come?”<br>“Yeah let’s just wait.”<br>“Right on time, see I told you so.” <br>“Okay everybody get ready.” A sense of urgency came to everyone as they went to their places.<br>~~~<br>It was a busy day at the elderly home; they decided to surprise a young friend after he got out of the hospital. The residents wanted to do something but not every one of them is fit to do so making the helpers do a lot of work. The women were busy cooking and smelling the aroma of cooked food just made everyone hungrier. Some of the residents were drinking coffee talking about the old times waiting patiently for the visitor to come. Banners were hanged in the wall, cakes, pastries and sweets were placed on the table and some of the helpers can’t wait any longer, one of the new ones tried to take a slice of cake but his attempt was a failure because Mrs. Rose the head nurse caught him in the act and scolded him. Everything was ready and all that’s left is for the visitor to come.<br><br>It seems strange Dawn thought its unusually quiet because ever since he started visiting Granny at the elderly home he always see’s the some residents at the veranda or Mr. Bruce trying to take a smoke but always fails in his attempt cause of Mrs. Rose. Mr. Bruce should be trimming the trees or watering the plants usually this time so it seems strange that no one is there. Maybe somebody died again he thought, sadness overtook what his feeling earlier, and he stopped and pondered for a bit he readied himself for the news, after a few minutes he continued to walk getting near at the door he mustered his courage and pushed.<br><br>One, two, three..<br><br>SURPRISE!!!!<br><br>It took him a few seconds to realize what was going on. He looked around and saw banners with ‘’Congratulations in your fast Recovery ‘’in it one of them has “Its Good your not DEAD” in it. The table was full of things to eat; the scent. He saw them all dressed and with big smiles on their faces. The veterans were in their uniforms and on salute, the others wore costumes. It was quite a sight and what made him even happier was the thought that they all made their best just for him.<br><br>“You didn’t have to”. A blushing Dawn trying to hide his face answered.<br><br>Laughter broke in the room. <br><br>“You can cry” joked one of the veterans with a big smile on his face.<br><br>Now let us all go to the dining area and eat says one of the nurses. ”At last” whispered Mr. Bruce.<br><br>Dawn walked towards Granny and hugged her. “I’m back Granny”.<br><br>“Welcome back” <br><br>Everyone in the elderly home treated Dawn like a grandchild, they talked to him, told him stories, what the veterans liked about him was he listened as they talked about wars way back, Dawn liked being around them that’s why he visited them often, Dawn learns a lot about many things from them as they say “Wisdom comes with age”. He valued them like real grandparents.<br><br>Since he met Granny he continually asked to teach him about her secrets, especially how can she tell his there. At first, he couldn’t do it so well he had to lose his eyes for him to see clearly *the irony right, his gonna lose his eyes haha* Granny said he relies too much on his eyes and that it takes time to learn how to use your other senses well. Also the training he received from the veterans was hellish, just thinking about it makes him want to puke, but the effects were awesome, he was toned to perfection, by undergoing training from the elders in the home he was made to what he is today.<br>………………….<br><br>“Hey should we tell Dawn to play with us?” a lovely petite girl asked her friends “We could not see him recently, it would be best to see him online instead right?”<br><br>“Yeah since we just started a month ago it would be great if we could have him in our party right Ringo?” looking at the priestess as he sharpens his broad sword.<br><br>“I do so too but don’t you think it would be kinda hard for him seeing as he just transferred schools and all and his injuries also” but deep in her heart she wants to see Dawn everyday and visiting him in weekends is not enough “Lets visit him next Saturday and talk to him about it”. “Alright hunting time since we had our break lets go hunt some more, oh and bring some snacks okay Tamara” the broad sword wielder says to his friend not realizing that he used her true name.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Critical Hit! You Lost 12% of your remaining HP</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Too late Rence thought as he knelt on the ground from being hit by TamTam, trying to get up he saw a Band of Goblins coming their way.<br>“The heck not now..”<br><br>“Get up your ass” the steamy red haired girl with knuckles in her hands said to the fallen comrade.<br><br>“Never forget to call me my in-game name Rence” as she formed a stance getting ready for battle.<br><br>“I’ll cover you guys from here” the healer said.<br><br>Saturday the fated day the friends decided to meet up at Dawns to invite him to play, with a bag of food in both hands Terrence was complaining to them for not helping him.<br><br>“You’re the one who wanted snacks in the first place Terence so man up and hold them till we get there”.<br><br>“Is it okay for you to bring this many Tam?” Apple amazed at the size of the bags.<br><br>“My mom gave them when she found out that I was going to Dawn’s she got up the counter and bagged snacks saying give them to Dawn”.<br><br>“Your mom really like Dawn doesn’t she? but me nope just the first sight of me makes her go into ‘Rage Mode’. What does she see in Dawn that I don’t have?” added Terence sweating like he ran a 5 kilometer race.<br><br>“Don’t answer that” he quickly muttered.<br><br>“Good to know you know your difference with Dawn” both of the girls laughed.<br><br>5 minutes later..<br><br>“Aunty were here, sorry to bother you once again… is Dawn in his room?”<br><br>“We brought snacks Aunty” joyfully Terrence dropped the bags near the table.<br><br>“Sorry for the trouble ma’am” Tam making a polite gesture as they went in.<br><br>“No worries kids, I’m going to cook some pastries come get them after 30 minutes okay?”<br><br>“Yes Aunty” Terrence said as they went upstairs to Dawns room.<br><br>“Clean as usual” the annoyed Terrence as he saw how neat Dawns room is. “Are you gay dude? Your rooms like a females..”<br><br>“Don’t make me hit you idiot you’re not like Dawn” countered Tam as she made a fist and showing it to Terence.<br><br>“Jolly as usual guys” <br><br>“Never mind him Dawn, so we’re here to talk” laying down some coke in the mini table having a serious face. “What is it Apple?” <br><br>“Have you heard of this VRMMORPG game called Royal Road?” <br><br>“Who haven’t it’s flashed in the television, it’s the hottest things today isn't it?”<br><br>“We have just started a month ago and we think you should play with us also, so we came to ask you today” <br><br>“I see let me think about it guys.”<br><br>They took their time persuading him, Terrence telling him about cute girls and stuff and about adventures; they tried but to no avail Dawn still said he’ll think about it. That afternoon was full of laughter and Terrence telling Dawn how cool he is in-game.<br><br>It never came to Dawn to play online games again since he last played Ragnarok III, he had fun playing with his friends and all but now it’s a different situation. Now that there’s a chance he will get blind he needs to make the right decisions to make, this all together made it harder for Dawn to think of playing. He had many things in mind and he needed some advice “Granny” he said out loud. <br><br>On the way home he didn’t expect Granny to say yes, he thought she would be against it but instead all at the elderly home said yes. They said it would be like training what made him say ok was his hearing that you can earn money there by selling items and such this was the final straw for him and he decided to play. Research is needed he said in his mind. After a few weeks of classes about Royal Road from his friends and researching he thought of getting his own capsule now and starts playing.<br><br>The next morning a door bell woke up Dawn; as he went downstairs to open it he was surprised to see a truck and some men unloading what seems to be a big capsule in front of their house.<br><br>“Sir, Are you Mister Dawn Roxas?” a tall bulky man asked.<br><br>“Yes sir I am, what seems to be the problem?”<br><br>“Sign here” and he hands out a paper and a pen.<br><br> “Courtesy of the old folks in the elderly home”<br><br>“They didnt” uttered Dawn.<br><br>As they set up the Capsule in Dawns room it took for about 30 minutes for the installations to be done and now starts his journey and he called to thank the elders and to visit next weekend.<br><br> <div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>-Logging in to Royal Road-</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>–Will you connect? Yes/No?-</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Yes.. </div>

“Will he come?” “Yeah let’s just wait.” “Right on time, see I told you so.” “Okay everybody get ready.” A sense of urgency came to everyone as they went to their places. ~~~ It was a busy day at the elderly home; they decided to surprise a young friend after he got out of the hospital. The residents wanted to do something but not every one of them is fit to do so making the helpers do a lot of work. The women were busy cooking and smelling the aroma of cooked food just made everyone hungrier. Some of the residents were drinking coffee talking about the old times waiting patiently for the visitor to come. Banners were hanged in the wall, cakes, pastries and sweets were placed on the table and some of the helpers can’t wait any longer, one of the new ones tried to take a slice of cake but his attempt was a failure because Mrs. Rose the head nurse caught him in the act and scolded him. Everything was ready and all that’s left is for the visitor to come. It seems strange Dawn thought its unusually quiet because ever since he started visiting Granny at the elderly home he always see’s the some residents at the veranda or Mr. Bruce trying to take a smoke but always fails in his attempt cause of Mrs. Rose. Mr. Bruce should be trimming the trees or watering the plants usually this time so it seems strange that no one is there. Maybe somebody died again he thought, sadness overtook what his feeling earlier, and he stopped and pondered for a bit he readied himself for the news, after a few minutes he continued to walk getting near at the door he mustered his courage and pushed. One, two, three.. SURPRISE!!!! It took him a few seconds to realize what was going on. He looked around and saw banners with ‘’Congratulations in your fast Recovery ‘’in it one of them has “Its Good your not DEAD” in it. The table was full of things to eat; the scent. He saw them all dressed and with big smiles on their faces. The veterans were in their uniforms and on salute, the others wore costumes. It was quite a sight and what made him even happier was the thought that they all made their best just for him. “You didn’t have to”. A blushing Dawn trying to hide his face answered. Laughter broke in the room. “You can cry” joked one of the veterans with a big smile on his face. Now let us all go to the dining area and eat says one of the nurses. ”At last” whispered Mr. Bruce. Dawn walked towards Granny and hugged her. “I’m back Granny”. “Welcome back” Everyone in the elderly home treated Dawn like a grandchild, they talked to him, told him stories, what the veterans liked about him was he listened as they talked about wars way back, Dawn liked being around them that’s why he visited them often, Dawn learns a lot about many things from them as they say “Wisdom comes with age”. He valued them like real grandparents. Since he met Granny he continually asked to teach him about her secrets, especially how can she tell his there. At first, he couldn’t do it so well he had to lose his eyes for him to see clearly *the irony right, his gonna lose his eyes haha* Granny said he relies too much on his eyes and that it takes time to learn how to use your other senses well. Also the training he received from the veterans was hellish, just thinking about it makes him want to puke, but the effects were awesome, he was toned to perfection, by undergoing training from the elders in the home he was made to what he is today. …………………. “Hey should we tell Dawn to play with us?” a lovely petite girl asked her friends “We could not see him recently, it would be best to see him online instead right?” “Yeah since we just started a month ago it would be great if we could have him in our party right Ringo?” looking at the priestess as he sharpens his broad sword. “I do so too but don’t you think it would be kinda hard for him seeing as he just transferred schools and all and his injuries also” but deep in her heart she wants to see Dawn everyday and visiting him in weekends is not enough “Lets visit him next Saturday and talk to him about it”. “Alright hunting time since we had our break lets go hunt some more, oh and bring some snacks okay Tamara” the broad sword wielder says to his friend not realizing that he used her true name. | Critical Hit! You Lost 12% of your remaining HP | | --- | Too late Rence thought as he knelt on the ground from being hit by TamTam, trying to get up he saw a Band of Goblins coming their way. “The heck not now..” “Get up your ass” the steamy red haired girl with knuckles in her hands said to the fallen comrade. “Never forget to call me my in-game name Rence” as she formed a stance getting ready for battle. “I’ll cover you guys from here” the healer said. Saturday the fated day the friends decided to meet up at Dawns to invite him to play, with a bag of food in both hands Terrence was complaining to them for not helping him. “You’re the one who wanted snacks in the first place Terence so man up and hold them till we get there”. “Is it okay for you to bring this many Tam?” Apple amazed at the size of the bags. “My mom gave them when she found out that I was going to Dawn’s she got up the counter and bagged snacks saying give them to Dawn”. “Your mom really like Dawn doesn’t she? but me nope just the first sight of me makes her go into ‘Rage Mode’. What does she see in Dawn that I don’t have?” added Terence sweating like he ran a 5 kilometer race. “Don’t answer that” he quickly muttered. “Good to know you know your difference with Dawn” both of the girls laughed. 5 minutes later.. “Aunty were here, sorry to bother you once again… is Dawn in his room?” “We brought snacks Aunty” joyfully Terrence dropped the bags near the table. “Sorry for the trouble ma’am” Tam making a polite gesture as they went in. “No worries kids, I’m going to cook some pastries come get them after 30 minutes okay?” “Yes Aunty” Terrence said as they went upstairs to Dawns room. “Clean as usual” the annoyed Terrence as he saw how neat Dawns room is. “Are you gay dude? Your rooms like a females..” “Don’t make me hit you idiot you’re not like Dawn” countered Tam as she made a fist and showing it to Terence. “Jolly as usual guys” “Never mind him Dawn, so we’re here to talk” laying down some coke in the mini table having a serious face. “What is it Apple?” “Have you heard of this VRMMORPG game called Royal Road?” “Who haven’t it’s flashed in the television, it’s the hottest things today isn't it?” “We have just started a month ago and we think you should play with us also, so we came to ask you today” “I see let me think about it guys.” They took their time persuading him, Terrence telling him about cute girls and stuff and about adventures; they tried but to no avail Dawn still said he’ll think about it. That afternoon was full of laughter and Terrence telling Dawn how cool he is in-game. It never came to Dawn to play online games again since he last played Ragnarok III, he had fun playing with his friends and all but now it’s a different situation. Now that there’s a chance he will get blind he needs to make the right decisions to make, this all together made it harder for Dawn to think of playing. He had many things in mind and he needed some advice “Granny” he said out loud. On the way home he didn’t expect Granny to say yes, he thought she would be against it but instead all at the elderly home said yes. They said it would be like training what made him say ok was his hearing that you can earn money there by selling items and such this was the final straw for him and he decided to play. Research is needed he said in his mind. After a few weeks of classes about Royal Road from his friends and researching he thought of getting his own capsule now and starts playing. The next morning a door bell woke up Dawn; as he went downstairs to open it he was surprised to see a truck and some men unloading what seems to be a big capsule in front of their house. “Sir, Are you Mister Dawn Roxas?” a tall bulky man asked. “Yes sir I am, what seems to be the problem?” “Sign here” and he hands out a paper and a pen. “Courtesy of the old folks in the elderly home” “They didnt” uttered Dawn. As they set up the Capsule in Dawns room it took for about 30 minutes for the installations to be done and now starts his journey and he called to thank the elders and to visit next weekend. | -Logging in to Royal Road- | | --- | | –Will you connect? Yes/No?- | | --- | Yes..

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><div style="text-align: center;">The hunt</div></span><br><br>Allwind was patiently standing on the edge of the main bridge in Liberty city, leaning on the stone wall, while gazing at the rushing water, as it ran its course through the city he was busy reflecting on what had happened a few hours ago in his home in the real world.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">****</span></div><br><br>Dinner had finished on a cheer full note, but Alan couldn’t help thinking that something was still wrong, it was like his family were avoiding something that they didn’t want to discuss or couldn’t discuss as Clair was present, it did unnerve him to some extent he had to admit to himself as over the last few weeks despite everyone trying their hardest to come to terms with what had happened it was still difficult and extremely awkward, so when Sarah announced that she planned on going shopping with Clair in town and would their mother drive then, Alan took the opportunity to settle the matter with his dad.<br><br>It turned out to be as Alan predicted, bad news regarding his disability, the school head had apparently pulled the rug out from underneath the student council, so they could do little to help Alan with his problems apparently they would still be able to get ramps for the steps but the doors and classroom situation would remain the same.<br><br>There was worse to come though, as the school head had decided that if Alan was to continue in the school he would need to see a professional psychologist once a week or face being expelled, despite having paid all the tuition fees for the next two years, causing a small uproar with other parents and the schools governing body.<br><br>Putting the possibility of being suspended from school aside, he would have to take his classes in the library, under the careful eyes of the librarian, thankfully a friendly woman named Miss Harven, there was slightly good news however as the reason of the whole farce beginning had come to light, the class rooms on the ground floor, were due to be remodelled so that they could hold capsules for royal road with lessons begin tort on social interactions and the mechanics and theory of virtual reality not to mention they were planning on doing engineering courses for students in how to repair and develop their own capsules.<br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">****</span></div><br> <br>Well i will just have to take my anger at the whole thing out on the nearest monster Allwind thought, as he reflected on the convocation he had, had looking up along the bridge where he stood he felt desponded and cut off from everyone else that was playing the game as they moved along busy with whatever they were doing, ‘i need to go kill some think and fast what is taking her so long.’<br><br>He was waiting at the bridge for a second purpose and that was to meet up with his sister’s friend Clair who had also started in Liberty city.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">****</span></div><br><br> The convocation with his dad lasted a long time, not only did they discuss what was happening at the school but also what was happening in royal road, when Sarah and his mother got back without Clair, who had gone home, they entered convocation, Sarah immediately pounced on her brother asking him to take care of Clair as they were both in the same city.<br><br>“Alan brother i’m leaving Clair to you i want you to take care of her,” she had asked.<br>“Can’t she take care of herself i have thinks to do you know.”<br>“Ok i’ll put it this way, if you don’t take care of her, i will go into every dungeon i come across collect all the feathers you are supposed to, and then i will destroy them so you won’t be able to finish the quest.” <br>“Hey that’s not fair.” Alan protested looking at his mother for help.<br>“Just help Clair out for a bit Alan besides you will need help hunting.” His mother said calmly and Alan knew they had talked about it during the shopping trip.<br>“Fine if i have no choice in the matter i’ll help but i can’t be blamed if she dies.” He said giving up.<br>“Thank you brother i already have three feathers for you, so i will keep collecting them.” Sarah said smiling.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">****</span></div><br><br>So Sarah was collecting feathers in the south for him, if their all the way down their when it will probably take a long time to collect all 200 of them, he sighed just as a second thought interrupted him, ‘if Sarah was able to collect feathers in the south what was stopping other people from collecting them everywhere else and just how was he going to get them?’ <br> <br>It was as Allwind was considering how to deal with this new problem, when a girl approached him she had long brown hair with green eyes, she was wearing a long grey robe that stopped short of scrapping the ground the type that allwind had noticed here and there in the crowds of people ‘it must be a begging thing’ he thought.<br><br>“Excuse me,” the girl asked “would you be Allwind?”<br>“Yes that’s me, can i help you?”<br> “Thank goodness, i was wondering if you were going to turn up.”<br>“I’m sorry you are?”<br>“Oh sorry i am Clairie.” The girl said smiling<br>“Opps so you are Clair, sorry i didn’t even recognise you.”<br>“No, no, no it’s Clairie when you play in game you have to use the person’s avatar name not their real one.” She said putting her hands on her hips.<br>“Oh opps, sorry i’m still learning.”<br>“That’s ok i’ll forgive you this time.” <br>“So what are we supposed to do now?” i asked trying to move the convocation along.<br>“Are you free?”<br>“Free?” he asked confused.<br>“Sorry i meant are you free of the beginner’s restriction?” she asked <br>“Yes i should be are we going hunting, cos i really want to kill something at the moment.” “Obviously, that’s why i asked.”<br>“Fair enough, let’s go when.” Allwind said starting to head off in the direction of the main gate.<br>“Ha wait up are you really ok doing this with me, i mean i’m not really good at anything,” Clairie protested as she set off after Allwind.<br>“What do you mean?”<br> “I mean that i’m a healer,”<br>“So where’s the problem in that?” Allwind asked<br> “I don’t know how to heal,” Clairie said coming to a stop forcing allwind to look back in surprise.<br><br>Stopping in the middle of the street he looked back at Clairie it was obvious she was upset at the fact that she was a healer that couldn’t heal.<br>“Ok what happened.” He asked<br>“I got tricked,” she said almost crying which was starting to draw attention to themselves from the surrounding passersby she explained what had happened to her since she joined the game, not only was she tricked into starting some were her friends weren’t, but also got tricked into learning a curse spell instead of a healing spell.<br>“Ok so we just have to fix that then.” Allwind said approaching her ‘no wonder my sister asked me to look out for her she’s hopeless.<br>“How can you fix it?”<br>“Can’t you just buy the spell?”<br>“Yes but it costs so much to learn it i can’t afford it.” She said<br>“So we just have to earn enough money to buy the spell, how much is it?” <br> “10 silver.” She said trying to stop the onset of tears.<br>“That’s quiet allot, isn’t that 1000 copper?”<br>Clairie just nodded her head in silence.<br>“Hmm that’s fine then.” Allwind said. “All we need to do is go hunting for a bit.”<br>“Ehh but i’m useless without a spell.”<br>“It’ll be fine we’ll manage somehow.”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">****</span></div><br><br><br>It took ten minutes of walking to reach the field outside of the city, Allwind stood their gazing around.<br>“It looks just like a normal field.” He said looking somewhat disappointed.<br>“What were you expecting?” Clairie asked. <br>“Don’t know something different i suppose.” Allwind said shrugging his shoulders.<br>“Well should we get started?”<br>“I have no idea what to do.” Allwind replied<br>“Just walk around until we come across an animal and then kill it there should be foxes, racoons and rabbits in the field from level 2 up to level 6.” Clairie said.<br>“You sure know allot.”<br>“I got talking to some more advanced players when i was beginning.”<br> “Can’t argue with that.” Allwind said as they started walking through the field suddenly a rabbit jumped out at them.<br>“So life, like.” Clairie said astonished as she looked at it.<br>“Your right, i’m gonna kill it, ha it got away,” Allwind cried halfway through drawing his swords as the rabbit hopped back into the grass disappearing .<br>“Hmm i don’t thing i can do this Allwind,”<br>“Ehh why not.”<br>“Because it, it was cute, i mean how can you kill something so cute.”<br>“Ehh wait, wait let me guess you have a rabbit at home.”<br>Clairie just nodded her head to answer him.<br>“Geeze Clairie how are we going to earn money if you won’t let me kill rabbits.”<br>“Sorry” she said hanging her head.<br>“Its fine how do you feel about foxes can i kill them at least?”<br>“Oh foxes yes killing them is a must it’s for the greater good and my money.” She said scowling.<br><br>The two never got to hunt foxes, because at that moment a load cry came from the edge of the field and another user started running towards them as the rest of the users that had being hunting in the field began to flee from the scene, with a cry a wolf. <br>“Wolf?” Allwind asked Clairie turning to face her.<br>“Its level 10 we can’t fight it.” She replied “we need to run as well she stopped, as she noticed a female player lagging behind the other users, trying to run with all her speed, she tripped and ended up on the floor, as the wolf that had being following her emerged from the woods at speed intending to kill her.<br><br>Allwind was the first to react drawing his two swords he started to dash towards the wolf throwing Clairie into confusion with weather to help out of run for her life. In the end she decided to fight but only because Allwind’s sister would probably hate her if she ran away.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"> “IN THE NAME OF MERDION A CURSE YOU WITH SLOW,” </span> she cried out pointing in the direction of the wolf.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Curse effective wolf speed drops by 25%</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>The curse worked depleting her mana it was up to allwind now, who was half way to reaching his target, suddenly he shouted out an unfamiliar word and then disappeared in a cloud of dust leaving Clairie speechless. He reappeared again between the female user who was on the floor and the wolf standing with his back to Clairie but what was more surprising was the set of bright yellow wings that had appeared on his back. Two swords in his hands he looked like an angel that had descended from the skies.<br><br>----------------------------------------------- end ----------------------------------<br><br>Authors notes: <br><br>To be continued. Hehe sorry have to leave it there for now. I’ve done so much this week this marks the 5th thing I’ve released this week and changing all the coding for the new japtem site.<br><br>Now to answer some questions <br>Yes i will be posting on both sites posting on Japtem first due to the code work<br>Yes i will be doing work on both fan fics<br>And my own story as well that has nothing to do with lms, it’s in the other section called angel gate it’s a fantasy harem read it if u want or ignore it?<br><br>See u all on the next release or on chat ? </div>

The hunt Allwind was patiently standing on the edge of the main bridge in Liberty city, leaning on the stone wall, while gazing at the rushing water, as it ran its course through the city he was busy reflecting on what had happened a few hours ago in his home in the real world. **** Dinner had finished on a cheer full note, but Alan couldn’t help thinking that something was still wrong, it was like his family were avoiding something that they didn’t want to discuss or couldn’t discuss as Clair was present, it did unnerve him to some extent he had to admit to himself as over the last few weeks despite everyone trying their hardest to come to terms with what had happened it was still difficult and extremely awkward, so when Sarah announced that she planned on going shopping with Clair in town and would their mother drive then, Alan took the opportunity to settle the matter with his dad. It turned out to be as Alan predicted, bad news regarding his disability, the school head had apparently pulled the rug out from underneath the student council, so they could do little to help Alan with his problems apparently they would still be able to get ramps for the steps but the doors and classroom situation would remain the same. There was worse to come though, as the school head had decided that if Alan was to continue in the school he would need to see a professional psychologist once a week or face being expelled, despite having paid all the tuition fees for the next two years, causing a small uproar with other parents and the schools governing body. Putting the possibility of being suspended from school aside, he would have to take his classes in the library, under the careful eyes of the librarian, thankfully a friendly woman named Miss Harven, there was slightly good news however as the reason of the whole farce beginning had come to light, the class rooms on the ground floor, were due to be remodelled so that they could hold capsules for royal road with lessons begin tort on social interactions and the mechanics and theory of virtual reality not to mention they were planning on doing engineering courses for students in how to repair and develop their own capsules. **** Well i will just have to take my anger at the whole thing out on the nearest monster Allwind thought, as he reflected on the convocation he had, had looking up along the bridge where he stood he felt desponded and cut off from everyone else that was playing the game as they moved along busy with whatever they were doing, ‘i need to go kill some think and fast what is taking her so long.’ He was waiting at the bridge for a second purpose and that was to meet up with his sister’s friend Clair who had also started in Liberty city. **** The convocation with his dad lasted a long time, not only did they discuss what was happening at the school but also what was happening in royal road, when Sarah and his mother got back without Clair, who had gone home, they entered convocation, Sarah immediately pounced on her brother asking him to take care of Clair as they were both in the same city. “Alan brother i’m leaving Clair to you i want you to take care of her,” she had asked. “Can’t she take care of herself i have thinks to do you know.” “Ok i’ll put it this way, if you don’t take care of her, i will go into every dungeon i come across collect all the feathers you are supposed to, and then i will destroy them so you won’t be able to finish the quest.” “Hey that’s not fair.” Alan protested looking at his mother for help. “Just help Clair out for a bit Alan besides you will need help hunting.” His mother said calmly and Alan knew they had talked about it during the shopping trip. “Fine if i have no choice in the matter i’ll help but i can’t be blamed if she dies.” He said giving up. “Thank you brother i already have three feathers for you, so i will keep collecting them.” Sarah said smiling. **** So Sarah was collecting feathers in the south for him, if their all the way down their when it will probably take a long time to collect all 200 of them, he sighed just as a second thought interrupted him, ‘if Sarah was able to collect feathers in the south what was stopping other people from collecting them everywhere else and just how was he going to get them?’ It was as Allwind was considering how to deal with this new problem, when a girl approached him she had long brown hair with green eyes, she was wearing a long grey robe that stopped short of scrapping the ground the type that allwind had noticed here and there in the crowds of people ‘it must be a begging thing’ he thought. “Excuse me,” the girl asked “would you be Allwind?” “Yes that’s me, can i help you?” “Thank goodness, i was wondering if you were going to turn up.” “I’m sorry you are?” “Oh sorry i am Clairie.” The girl said smiling “Opps so you are Clair, sorry i didn’t even recognise you.” “No, no, no it’s Clairie when you play in game you have to use the person’s avatar name not their real one.” She said putting her hands on her hips. “Oh opps, sorry i’m still learning.” “That’s ok i’ll forgive you this time.” “So what are we supposed to do now?” i asked trying to move the convocation along. “Are you free?” “Free?” he asked confused. “Sorry i meant are you free of the beginner’s restriction?” she asked “Yes i should be are we going hunting, cos i really want to kill something at the moment.” “Obviously, that’s why i asked.” “Fair enough, let’s go when.” Allwind said starting to head off in the direction of the main gate. “Ha wait up are you really ok doing this with me, i mean i’m not really good at anything,” Clairie protested as she set off after Allwind. “What do you mean?” “I mean that i’m a healer,” “So where’s the problem in that?” Allwind asked “I don’t know how to heal,” Clairie said coming to a stop forcing allwind to look back in surprise. Stopping in the middle of the street he looked back at Clairie it was obvious she was upset at the fact that she was a healer that couldn’t heal. “Ok what happened.” He asked “I got tricked,” she said almost crying which was starting to draw attention to themselves from the surrounding passersby she explained what had happened to her since she joined the game, not only was she tricked into starting some were her friends weren’t, but also got tricked into learning a curse spell instead of a healing spell. “Ok so we just have to fix that then.” Allwind said approaching her ‘no wonder my sister asked me to look out for her she’s hopeless. “How can you fix it?” “Can’t you just buy the spell?” “Yes but it costs so much to learn it i can’t afford it.” She said “So we just have to earn enough money to buy the spell, how much is it?” “10 silver.” She said trying to stop the onset of tears. “That’s quiet allot, isn’t that 1000 copper?” Clairie just nodded her head in silence. “Hmm that’s fine then.” Allwind said. “All we need to do is go hunting for a bit.” “Ehh but i’m useless without a spell.” “It’ll be fine we’ll manage somehow.” **** It took ten minutes of walking to reach the field outside of the city, Allwind stood their gazing around. “It looks just like a normal field.” He said looking somewhat disappointed. “What were you expecting?” Clairie asked. “Don’t know something different i suppose.” Allwind said shrugging his shoulders. “Well should we get started?” “I have no idea what to do.” Allwind replied “Just walk around until we come across an animal and then kill it there should be foxes, racoons and rabbits in the field from level 2 up to level 6.” Clairie said. “You sure know allot.” “I got talking to some more advanced players when i was beginning.” “Can’t argue with that.” Allwind said as they started walking through the field suddenly a rabbit jumped out at them. “So life, like.” Clairie said astonished as she looked at it. “Your right, i’m gonna kill it, ha it got away,” Allwind cried halfway through drawing his swords as the rabbit hopped back into the grass disappearing . “Hmm i don’t thing i can do this Allwind,” “Ehh why not.” “Because it, it was cute, i mean how can you kill something so cute.” “Ehh wait, wait let me guess you have a rabbit at home.” Clairie just nodded her head to answer him. “Geeze Clairie how are we going to earn money if you won’t let me kill rabbits.” “Sorry” she said hanging her head. “Its fine how do you feel about foxes can i kill them at least?” “Oh foxes yes killing them is a must it’s for the greater good and my money.” She said scowling. The two never got to hunt foxes, because at that moment a load cry came from the edge of the field and another user started running towards them as the rest of the users that had being hunting in the field began to flee from the scene, with a cry a wolf. “Wolf?” Allwind asked Clairie turning to face her. “Its level 10 we can’t fight it.” She replied “we need to run as well she stopped, as she noticed a female player lagging behind the other users, trying to run with all her speed, she tripped and ended up on the floor, as the wolf that had being following her emerged from the woods at speed intending to kill her. Allwind was the first to react drawing his two swords he started to dash towards the wolf throwing Clairie into confusion with weather to help out of run for her life. In the end she decided to fight but only because Allwind’s sister would probably hate her if she ran away. “IN THE NAME OF MERDION A CURSE YOU WITH SLOW,” she cried out pointing in the direction of the wolf. | Curse effective wolf speed drops by 25% | | --- | The curse worked depleting her mana it was up to allwind now, who was half way to reaching his target, suddenly he shouted out an unfamiliar word and then disappeared in a cloud of dust leaving Clairie speechless. He reappeared again between the female user who was on the floor and the wolf standing with his back to Clairie but what was more surprising was the set of bright yellow wings that had appeared on his back. Two swords in his hands he looked like an angel that had descended from the skies. ----------------------------------------------- end ---------------------------------- Authors notes: To be continued. Hehe sorry have to leave it there for now. I’ve done so much this week this marks the 5th thing I’ve released this week and changing all the coding for the new japtem site. Now to answer some questions Yes i will be posting on both sites posting on Japtem first due to the code work Yes i will be doing work on both fan fics And my own story as well that has nothing to do with lms, it’s in the other section called angel gate it’s a fantasy harem read it if u want or ignore it? See u all on the next release or on chat ?

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Name</td><td width="25%">Azrael</td><td width="25%">Primary Class</td><td width="25%">Oath-Bound Slayer</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health</td><td width="25%">3480(+120)</td><td width="25%">Mana</td><td width="25%">1520</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Level</td><td colspan="3">50</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health Regen/Sec</td><td width="25%">3.5/s</td><td width="25%">Mana Regen/Sec</td><td width="25%">1.5/s</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Strength</td><td width="25%">113(+41)</td><td width="25%">Agility</td><td width="25%">94(+36)</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Wisdom</td><td width="25%">25(+1)</td><td width="25%">Intelligence</td><td width="25%">25(+1)</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Stamina</td><td width="25%">115(+5)</td><td width="25%">Vitality</td><td width="25%">86(+38)</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Attack</td><td width="25%">90-94(+2)</td><td width="25%">Defense</td><td width="25%">15</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Endurance</td><td width="25%">30(+1)</td><td width="25%">Sustenance</td><td width="25%">26(+1)</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Fighting Spirit</td><td colspan="3">60(+7)</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Infamy</td><td colspan="3">300(+100)</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Magic Resistance</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Fire</td><td width="25%">0%</td><td width="25%">Water</td><td width="25%">0%</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Earth</td><td width="25%">4%</td><td width="25%">Electric</td><td width="25%">0%</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Dark</td><td colspan="3">0%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">+ 30 STR,AGI,VIT <br>+ Can earn permanent stat bonuses from defeating bosses, sub-bosses, and named monsters. <br>+ Enables you to learn secret skills from slaying boss monsters. <br>+ Can learn Blacksmithing and Tailoring to the level of master <br>+ Cannot learn any other craft skills at all. <br>+ Can not wear armor made of metal. <br>+ Can not equip anything other than a 2H weapon. <br>+ Elves shun you.</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Skill points left to distribute: 75</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Bloodthirst - Beginner 7 - 9%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Passive <br>As you fight, your rage grows and allows you to be faster, stronger, and more precise. <br>As you fight, a combo counter will appear in the top left of your vision. <br> <br>+1.7% damage per consecutive hit in battle. <br>+1.7% attack speed per consecutive hit in battle. <br>+.5% chance of critical hits per consecutive hit in battle.(Does not rise.) <br>Must be equipping a 2H weapon. <br> <br>Combo is cancelled if you block or parry. Dodging and tumbling does not cancel combo.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Aura Blade - Beginner 6 - 3%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Activated <br>Your blade glows red and deals increased damage. <br>Damage: +1.6 per 10 points of Fighting Spirit. <br>Ignores 37.5% defense. <br>Cost: 185 mana/s</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Blade Wave - Beginner 5 - 2%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Activated <br>You call upon your rage and launch a red wave of destruction <br>Deals damage equal to normal attack, plus a bonus based upon Fighting Spirit. <br> <br>Deals attack + (.5)(Fighting Spirit) <br> <br>Damage increases and mana usage decreases per level up. <br>Cost: 400 mana</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Woodcutting- Beginner 4 - 46%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Chop down trees 13% faster. <br>Consume 13% less stamina chopping down trees. <br>+4% resistance to earth magic. <br>+4 STR</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Handicraft - Beginner 8 - 17%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Increases melee and ranged attack power by 8%. <br>Increases unarmed attacked power by 16%. <br>Slightly increases quality of all crafted items.</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Two Handed Sword Mastery - Intermediate 1 - 17%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Increased damage and speed with a two handed sword. <br>+150% DMG <br>+45% SPD</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Stomp - Beginner 7 - 7%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">By calling upon all your energy, you can stomp the ground with tremendous force. <br> <br>Deals STR damage*(1.2) <br>7 foot AOE at 1/2 initial damage <br>Chance to stun/knockdown <br>Mana Cost: 80</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Tumble - Beginner 7 - 25%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Move faster and dodge easier in battle. <br>Passive <br> <br>Movement speed increased by 14% in battle. <br>Chance to dodge increased by 7%. <br>You can regain composure after falling faster. <br>You take 14% less fall damage. <br> <br>Each level reduces Stamina needed to tumble.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Tailoring - Beginner 2 - 92%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Allows you to produce clothing, armor, and other goods using fabrics and leathers. <br> <br>Increased level increases quality and decreases time needed to produce goods.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Repair - Beginner 5 - 29%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Allows you to repair items. <br>at level 5, you may learn blacksmithing. <br>At intermediate 1, items will be repaired to full durability. <br>Each level up increased amount repaired, and decreases stamina consumption.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Blacksmithing - Beginner 3 - 42%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Allows you to forge weapons, armor, and other things. <br> <br>Each level up increases quality and speed of production, and allows you to create new items.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Bandaging - Beginner 5 - 76%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Allows you to create bandages to heal yourself. <br> <br>Higher levels increase amount healed and speed. <br> <br>At intermediate level you can bandage in battle.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Beast Taming - Beginner 4 - 14%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Using bait, or strength, you may prove your worth to certain monsters and recruit them as your loyal servants. <br> <br>11% easier to recruit monsters. <br>Monsters you tame have 11% increased life. <br>Monsters you tame have 11% increased damage. <br> <br>Levels by taming and training monsters.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br> <br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Equipped Items:</span> <br>------------------------ <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Auruk's Old 2H Sword: <br>Durability: 31/31(Lost durability from repair) <br>Attack: 13-17 <br> <br>Auruk's old sword. This bad boy has seen a lot of use, and not a lot of emotion... <br>It isn't much more than a slab of grey on a stick, but it'll do some damage! <br> <br>Requirements: 30 STR, 30 AGI <br> <br>Effects: +5 STR, +5 VIT <br>Enchanted: +2 DMG</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Cheap Leather Breastplate: <br>Durability: 19/20 <br>Defense: 5 <br> <br>A cheap leather breastplate made by an unskilled craftsman. <br> <br>Requirements: None <br>Effects: None <br>Enchanted: +20 HP</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Cheap Leather Greaves: <br>Durability: 17/20 <br>Defense: 3 <br> <br>Cheap leather greaves made by an unskilled craftsman. <br> <br>Requirements: None <br> <br>Effects: None <br>Enchanted: +20 HP</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Cheap Leather Pauldrons: <br>Durability: 14/14 <br>Defense: 1 <br> <br>Cheap leather pauldrons made by an unskilled craftsman. <br> <br>Requirements: None <br> <br>Effects: &nbsp;None <br>Enchanted: +20 HP</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Cheap Leather Boots: <br>Durability: 16/17 <br>Defense: 2 <br> <br>Cheap leather boots made by an unskilled craftsman. <br> <br>Requirements: None <br> <br>Effects: None <br>Enchanted: +20 HP</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Cheap Leather Gloves: <br>Durability: 12/14 <br>Defense: 1 <br> <br>Cheap leather gloves made by an unskilled craftman. <br> <br>Requirements: None <br> <br>Effects: None <br>Enchanted: +20 HP</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Cheap Leather Bracers: <br>Durability: 12/13 <br>Defense: 1 <br> <br>Cheap leather braces made by an unskilled craftsman. <br>Requirements: None <br> <br>Effects: 5% increased chance to parry. <br>Enchanted: +20 HP</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Tattered Red Hood: <br>Durability: 12/16 <br>Defense: 0 <br> <br>A cheap hood used to cover the face. <br>Requirements: None <br> <br>Effects: None <br>Enchanted: Hides the wearer's face almost completely.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">(Not equipment, more like a charm, felt it belonged here. <br>Slayer's Log: <br>Durability: 1000/1000 <br>Soulbound <br>The book Azrael picked up. It has since transformed into a log that lists his accomplishments and confers stat bonuses based upon boss kills. <br>Number of bosses slain: 1 <br>Requirements: Oath-Bound Slayer <br>Current Effects: +2 AGI, +1 STR, +5 Fighting Spirit</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Amulet of the Fallen: <br> <br>Durability: 100/100 <br>Defense: 2 <br> <br>Amulets made to cater to the evil, or those whom revere no lord. <br> <br>Equip: <br>+10% faster mana regen <br>+100 Infamy <br>+1% to all stats per 100 infamy <br> <br>Limits: <br>Level 20 <br>Must worship no god</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br> <br><span style="font-weight: bold;">In Backpack</span> <br>--------------- <br>Woodcutter's Axe, Slayer Blade, Wooden 2H Sword, Basic Blacksmith's tools, Portable Forge, Berrefos' Axe. <br>Lion, Rabbit, Wolf, Fox, Berrekin Japtem. Furs, meat, bones, etc. - Also lots of shoddy weapons and armor from the Berrekins. <br> <br>Also about 10 gold. <br> <br>Formula used for health: (vit+level)*20 <br>Formula used for mana: (int+level)*20 <br>Formula used for health regen: Total HP/1000 <br>Formula used for mana regen: Total MP/1000 <br>Formula used for Attack: (Str/2)+Weapon power. </div> <div class="portlet light t-center-3" style="padding-top: 5px !important;position: relative"><div class="bold uppercase">Advertisement</div><span style="position: absolute; top: 10px;right:10px"><a class="btn btn-default btn-xs" target="_blank" href="/premium/subscription"><i class="fa fa-times"></i> Remove</a></span><div class="square text-center "> <div class="row"> <div class="col-md-6"> <div id="Content_Mid"></div> </div> <div class="col-md-6"> <div id="Chapter_Bottom_Desktop"></div> </div> </div> </div></div> <hr> <div class="row margin-bottom-10 margin-left-0 margin-right-0"> <a class="btn btn-primary col-xs-4" href="/fiction/104/he-who-slays-by-stevenoth-discontinued/chapter/703/chapter-1-9-the-fallen-revered">Previous <br class="visible-xs">Chapter</a> <a class="btn btn-primary col-xs-4" href="/fiction/104/he-who-slays-by-stevenoth-discontinued">Fiction <br class="visible-xs">Index</a> <a class="btn btn-primary col-xs-4" href="/fiction/104/he-who-slays-by-stevenoth-discontinued/chapter/707/veras-stats-skills-and-inventory-updated">Next <br class="visible-xs">Chapter</a> </div> <div class="portlet-footer text-right"> <ul class=" list-inline"> <li class="list-item"> <a href="/fiction/syndication/104" rel="nofollow" class="btn btn-sm yellow-gold" style="border-radius: 4px !important"><i class="fa fa-rss"></i> RSS</a> </li> </ul> </div> </div> </div>

| Name | Azrael | Primary Class | Oath-Bound Slayer | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Health | 3480(+120) | Mana | 1520 | | Level | 50 | | | | Health Regen/Sec | 3.5/s | Mana Regen/Sec | 1.5/s | | Strength | 113(+41) | Agility | 94(+36) | | Wisdom | 25(+1) | Intelligence | 25(+1) | | Stamina | 115(+5) | Vitality | 86(+38) | | Attack | 90-94(+2) | Defense | 15 | | Endurance | 30(+1) | Sustenance | 26(+1) | | Fighting Spirit | 60(+7) | | | | Infamy | 300(+100) | | | | Magic Resistance | | | | | Fire | 0% | Water | 0% | | Earth | 4% | Electric | 0% | | Dark | 0% | | | | + 30 STR,AGI,VIT + Can earn permanent stat bonuses from defeating bosses, sub-bosses, and named monsters. + Enables you to learn secret skills from slaying boss monsters. + Can learn Blacksmithing and Tailoring to the level of master + Cannot learn any other craft skills at all. + Can not wear armor made of metal. + Can not equip anything other than a 2H weapon. + Elves shun you. | | | | | Skill points left to distribute: 75 | | | | | Bloodthirst - Beginner 7 - 9% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Passive As you fight, your rage grows and allows you to be faster, stronger, and more precise. As you fight, a combo counter will appear in the top left of your vision. +1.7% damage per consecutive hit in battle. +1.7% attack speed per consecutive hit in battle. +.5% chance of critical hits per consecutive hit in battle.(Does not rise.) Must be equipping a 2H weapon. Combo is cancelled if you block or parry. Dodging and tumbling does not cancel combo. | | | | | Aura Blade - Beginner 6 - 3% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Activated Your blade glows red and deals increased damage. Damage: +1.6 per 10 points of Fighting Spirit. Ignores 37.5% defense. Cost: 185 mana/s | | | | | Blade Wave - Beginner 5 - 2% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Activated You call upon your rage and launch a red wave of destruction Deals damage equal to normal attack, plus a bonus based upon Fighting Spirit. Deals attack + (.5)(Fighting Spirit) Damage increases and mana usage decreases per level up. Cost: 400 mana | | | | | Woodcutting- Beginner 4 - 46% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Chop down trees 13% faster. Consume 13% less stamina chopping down trees. +4% resistance to earth magic. +4 STR | | | | | Handicraft - Beginner 8 - 17% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Increases melee and ranged attack power by 8%. Increases unarmed attacked power by 16%. Slightly increases quality of all crafted items. | | | | | Two Handed Sword Mastery - Intermediate 1 - 17% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Increased damage and speed with a two handed sword. +150% DMG +45% SPD | | | | | Stomp - Beginner 7 - 7% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | By calling upon all your energy, you can stomp the ground with tremendous force. Deals STR damage*(1.2) 7 foot AOE at 1/2 initial damage Chance to stun/knockdown Mana Cost: 80 | | | | | Tumble - Beginner 7 - 25% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Move faster and dodge easier in battle. Passive Movement speed increased by 14% in battle. Chance to dodge increased by 7%. You can regain composure after falling faster. You take 14% less fall damage. Each level reduces Stamina needed to tumble. | | | | | Tailoring - Beginner 2 - 92% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Allows you to produce clothing, armor, and other goods using fabrics and leathers. Increased level increases quality and decreases time needed to produce goods. | | | | | Repair - Beginner 5 - 29% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Allows you to repair items. at level 5, you may learn blacksmithing. At intermediate 1, items will be repaired to full durability. Each level up increased amount repaired, and decreases stamina consumption. | | | | | Blacksmithing - Beginner 3 - 42% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Allows you to forge weapons, armor, and other things. Each level up increases quality and speed of production, and allows you to create new items. | | | | | Bandaging - Beginner 5 - 76% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Allows you to create bandages to heal yourself. Higher levels increase amount healed and speed. At intermediate level you can bandage in battle. | | | | | Beast Taming - Beginner 4 - 14% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Using bait, or strength, you may prove your worth to certain monsters and recruit them as your loyal servants. 11% easier to recruit monsters. Monsters you tame have 11% increased life. Monsters you tame have 11% increased damage. Levels by taming and training monsters. | | | | Equipped Items: ------------------------ | Auruk's Old 2H Sword: Durability: 31/31(Lost durability from repair) Attack: 13-17 Auruk's old sword. This bad boy has seen a lot of use, and not a lot of emotion... It isn't much more than a slab of grey on a stick, but it'll do some damage! Requirements: 30 STR, 30 AGI Effects: +5 STR, +5 VIT Enchanted: +2 DMG | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Cheap Leather Breastplate: Durability: 19/20 Defense: 5 A cheap leather breastplate made by an unskilled craftsman. Requirements: None Effects: None Enchanted: +20 HP | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Cheap Leather Greaves: Durability: 17/20 Defense: 3 Cheap leather greaves made by an unskilled craftsman. Requirements: None Effects: None Enchanted: +20 HP | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Cheap Leather Pauldrons: Durability: 14/14 Defense: 1 Cheap leather pauldrons made by an unskilled craftsman. Requirements: None Effects:  None Enchanted: +20 HP | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Cheap Leather Boots: Durability: 16/17 Defense: 2 Cheap leather boots made by an unskilled craftsman. Requirements: None Effects: None Enchanted: +20 HP | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Cheap Leather Gloves: Durability: 12/14 Defense: 1 Cheap leather gloves made by an unskilled craftman. Requirements: None Effects: None Enchanted: +20 HP | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Cheap Leather Bracers: Durability: 12/13 Defense: 1 Cheap leather braces made by an unskilled craftsman. Requirements: None Effects: 5% increased chance to parry. Enchanted: +20 HP | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Tattered Red Hood: Durability: 12/16 Defense: 0 A cheap hood used to cover the face. Requirements: None Effects: None Enchanted: Hides the wearer's face almost completely. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | (Not equipment, more like a charm, felt it belonged here. Slayer's Log: Durability: 1000/1000 Soulbound The book Azrael picked up. It has since transformed into a log that lists his accomplishments and confers stat bonuses based upon boss kills. Number of bosses slain: 1 Requirements: Oath-Bound Slayer Current Effects: +2 AGI, +1 STR, +5 Fighting Spirit | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Amulet of the Fallen: Durability: 100/100 Defense: 2 Amulets made to cater to the evil, or those whom revere no lord. Equip: +10% faster mana regen +100 Infamy +1% to all stats per 100 infamy Limits: Level 20 Must worship no god | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | In Backpack --------------- Woodcutter's Axe, Slayer Blade, Wooden 2H Sword, Basic Blacksmith's tools, Portable Forge, Berrefos' Axe. Lion, Rabbit, Wolf, Fox, Berrekin Japtem. Furs, meat, bones, etc. - Also lots of shoddy weapons and armor from the Berrekins. Also about 10 gold. Formula used for health: (vit+level)*20 Formula used for mana: (int+level)*20 Formula used for health regen: Total HP/1000 Formula used for mana regen: Total MP/1000 Formula used for Attack: (Str/2)+Weapon power. 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<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> "The scan on your iris and vein has determined that you are an unregistered user. Do you want to create a new account?" Sound of a female voice resounded throughout the place.<br><br>"Yes!"<br><br>"Select the name of your Avat­ar."<br><br>"Zero!", Constantine shouted out loud. This name symbolizes that something which looks unimportant or lacking could in fact be something big, and also that everything starts from it.<br><br>"Select your gender from male, female or neutral."<br><br>“Male!”, saying it while chuckling to myself about the neutral gender.<br><br>"Royal Road has forty-nine races. You may select -"<br><br>“Human!”<br><br>"You may alter your appearance."<br><br>“Make me look more muscular....", replying to the voice awkwardly. "Hey, not everything has to be exactly the same!", thought Zero while trying to convince himself.<br><br>"Done."<br><br>"Your account has been activated. Your -"<br><br>“Next!”<br><br>— Select a city and kingdom you want to start.<br><br>“Brent Kingdom!”<br><br>— Welcome to Royal­—<br><br>"Next! Next! Next!", remembering vividly about this tutorial section which has been fully discussed by the classmates.<br><br>Then suddenly a flash of bright light appeared causing Zero to close his eyes for a second.<br><br>As Zero slowly opened his eyes he found himself staring at a water fountain. "Nice", thought to himself while surveying the surroundings.<br><br>The sky seems to look as if it was gradually consumed by the darkness and the area that Zero currently standing on are bustling with people constantly moving about accompanied by sounds of people's voices creating a lively atmosphere. <br><br>"What should i be doing now?", mumbled Zero while thinking.<br><br>An image of Jason suddenly popped into his mind. "Yeah, I can ask him for help!" <br><br>As Zero shouted out the commands for registering Jason, he froze as if something has caught in his throat. "Hmm..., what is his character name again?" Zero pondered while muttering to himself.<br><br>After thinking hard about his friend character's name for a while, Zero looked up and decided to leave it for now.<br><br> "Well, I can ask him about it tomorrow i guess.", thought Zero as he assured himself. "Now let's go find someone to ask about getting an easy job or clues to some hidden class."<br><br>Zero looked around for the closest person and approached him.<br><br>"Hey mister, can i ask you something?"<br><br>"Yeah, What do you want?" asked the person as he responded to Zero's question.<br><br>"I would like to know if there is any easy job or clues to some hidden class."<br>"...." The person stared at Zero as he distorted his face with distaste. "No! what kind of joke is this!", the mister replied as he walked away with heavy foot steps.<br><br>Zero's mouth was left opened as he blankly responded,"Oh ....".<br><br>"Maybe he didn't know about anything" thought Zero as he continue to ask the passerby the same question he has posed to the first.<br><br>The people he asked either walked away with a huff, or berated him for seeking an easy way out.<br><br>After asking for an unaccounted number of times without getting any answers, he decided stop asking and to start searching for another way when suddenly 2 person stood in front of him. One of the person was wearing heavy armour with a sword in his hand and the other was wearing leather clothing with a bow hanging behind him.<br><br>"Hey, are you the noob..., sorry the guy asking for an easy job or clues to hidden classes." the archer asked.<br><br>"Yes! That's me!" Zero responded happily.<br><br>"We have what you wanted but you have to give something to us as 'compensation'", exclaimed the warrior.<br><br>"Compensation..., right right let me check what i have to give." said Zero as he rummage through his pockets.<br><br>He took out 2 items which is a pack of 10 pieces of rye bread and a canteen and showed it to the 2. "That's all i have." said Zero as his expression turned to one of deep concern.<br><br>"Hey you don't have to be so high strung you know" replied the warrior as he grabbed the rye breads from his grip.<br><br>"This isn't the place to tell, let's go over there", pointing to the dark alleyway.<br><br>Zero had a sense of foreboding of what is to come but as his rye breads is already out of his hands, he had no choice but to follow.<br><br>As expected, after pummeling Zero and leaving words such as "stupid", "die", "cocky", they slipped out of the alley.<br><br>Zero unsteadily walked out of the alley step by step, half dragging his injured right leg to a deserted place which had only a few houses around as he feared that the 2 may come again to 'finish' what they had started and sprawled on the floor lethargically to rest.<br><br>As his conscience slowly slipped into the darkness, he could hear a faint sound asking if he is alright.<br><br>Zero tried to let the voice know he is fine but find himself unable to respond. Finally the darkness overcame him.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=115&amp;t=831" target="_blank"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">NEXT CHAPTER&gt;&gt;&gt;</span></span></a></div> </div>

"The scan on your iris and vein has determined that you are an unregistered user. Do you want to create a new account?" Sound of a female voice resounded throughout the place. "Yes!" "Select the name of your Avat­ar." "Zero!", Constantine shouted out loud. This name symbolizes that something which looks unimportant or lacking could in fact be something big, and also that everything starts from it. "Select your gender from male, female or neutral." “Male!”, saying it while chuckling to myself about the neutral gender. "Royal Road has forty-nine races. You may select -" “Human!” "You may alter your appearance." “Make me look more muscular....", replying to the voice awkwardly. "Hey, not everything has to be exactly the same!", thought Zero while trying to convince himself. "Done." "Your account has been activated. Your -" “Next!” — Select a city and kingdom you want to start. “Brent Kingdom!” — Welcome to Royal­— "Next! Next! Next!", remembering vividly about this tutorial section which has been fully discussed by the classmates. Then suddenly a flash of bright light appeared causing Zero to close his eyes for a second. As Zero slowly opened his eyes he found himself staring at a water fountain. "Nice", thought to himself while surveying the surroundings. The sky seems to look as if it was gradually consumed by the darkness and the area that Zero currently standing on are bustling with people constantly moving about accompanied by sounds of people's voices creating a lively atmosphere. "What should i be doing now?", mumbled Zero while thinking. An image of Jason suddenly popped into his mind. "Yeah, I can ask him for help!" As Zero shouted out the commands for registering Jason, he froze as if something has caught in his throat. "Hmm..., what is his character name again?" Zero pondered while muttering to himself. After thinking hard about his friend character's name for a while, Zero looked up and decided to leave it for now. "Well, I can ask him about it tomorrow i guess.", thought Zero as he assured himself. "Now let's go find someone to ask about getting an easy job or clues to some hidden class." Zero looked around for the closest person and approached him. "Hey mister, can i ask you something?" "Yeah, What do you want?" asked the person as he responded to Zero's question. "I would like to know if there is any easy job or clues to some hidden class." "...." The person stared at Zero as he distorted his face with distaste. "No! what kind of joke is this!", the mister replied as he walked away with heavy foot steps. Zero's mouth was left opened as he blankly responded,"Oh ....". "Maybe he didn't know about anything" thought Zero as he continue to ask the passerby the same question he has posed to the first. The people he asked either walked away with a huff, or berated him for seeking an easy way out. After asking for an unaccounted number of times without getting any answers, he decided stop asking and to start searching for another way when suddenly 2 person stood in front of him. One of the person was wearing heavy armour with a sword in his hand and the other was wearing leather clothing with a bow hanging behind him. "Hey, are you the noob..., sorry the guy asking for an easy job or clues to hidden classes." the archer asked. "Yes! That's me!" Zero responded happily. "We have what you wanted but you have to give something to us as 'compensation'", exclaimed the warrior. "Compensation..., right right let me check what i have to give." said Zero as he rummage through his pockets. He took out 2 items which is a pack of 10 pieces of rye bread and a canteen and showed it to the 2. "That's all i have." said Zero as his expression turned to one of deep concern. "Hey you don't have to be so high strung you know" replied the warrior as he grabbed the rye breads from his grip. "This isn't the place to tell, let's go over there", pointing to the dark alleyway. Zero had a sense of foreboding of what is to come but as his rye breads is already out of his hands, he had no choice but to follow. As expected, after pummeling Zero and leaving words such as "stupid", "die", "cocky", they slipped out of the alley. Zero unsteadily walked out of the alley step by step, half dragging his injured right leg to a deserted place which had only a few houses around as he feared that the 2 may come again to 'finish' what they had started and sprawled on the floor lethargically to rest. As his conscience slowly slipped into the darkness, he could hear a faint sound asking if he is alright. Zero tried to let the voice know he is fine but find himself unable to respond. Finally the darkness overcame him. [NEXT CHAPTER>>>](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=115&t=831)

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Decided to reserve the first post for FF updates / news.<br><br><span style="color: #FF0000;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> NEW FF UPDATE</span></span>: <blockquote><cite>saxenas1 Wrote: </cite>&gt; Well I have moved to a new city, my work hours are finally not so crazy....so I guess I am back to writing. I hastily posted some short chapters. Will post some more and conclude this arc, apologize if the writing isn't upto par in terms of quality, its been a while.... :) happy to be back for however much time I can spare.</blockquote><br><br><span style="color: #FF0000;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1345" target="_blank">&gt;&gt;&gt;Infodex&lt;&lt;&lt;</a> </span></span><br><br><span style="color: #FF0000;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Table of Contents:</span></span><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Volume 1: </span></span><br><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=279" target="_blank">Vol 1: Chapter 0 - Prologue - Act I</a> - Edited by Knaivvs &amp; Blueshadows<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=280" target="_blank">Vol 1: Chapter 1 - The Saint</a> - Edited by Knaivvs<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=281" target="_blank">Vol 1: Chapter 2 - Shut it down</a> - Edited by Knaivvs<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=282" target="_blank">Vol 1: Chapter 3 - Starting from Scratch</a> - Edited by Knaivvs<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=283" target="_blank">Vol 1: Chapter 4 - Royal Road Elementarem Vim</a> - Edited by Knaivvs<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=284" target="_blank">Vol 1: Chapter 5 - Weed?</a> - Edited by Knaivvs<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=285" target="_blank">Vol 1: Chapter 6 - One Billion</a> - Edited by Knaivvs &amp; Blueshadows<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=286" target="_blank">Vol 1: Chapter 7 - First Insight</a> - Edited by Knaivvs<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=287" target="_blank">Vol 1: Chapter 8 - The First 8 Days</a> - Edited by Knaivvs<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=289" target="_blank">Vol 1: Chapter 9 - Grounded</a>- Edited by Knaivvs<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=293" target="_blank">Vol 1: Chapter 10 - Trailing</a>- Edited by Knaivvs<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Volume 2</span></span><br><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=300" target="_blank">Vol 2: Chapter 1 - Woof!</a> - Edited by Knaivvs<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=301" target="_blank">Vol 2: Chapter 2 - Wait!!</a> - Edited by Knaivvs &amp; Image credits Alakokaine<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=310" target="_blank">Vol 2: Chapter 3 - Eastern Gate</a> - Will be edited soon.<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=311" target="_blank">Vol 2: Chapter 4 - Koi Ponds &amp; Fairies</a> - Will be edited soon.<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=312" target="_blank">Vol 2: Chapter 5 - Elf you have gone too far!</a> - Will be edited soon<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=313" target="_blank">Vol 2: Chapter 6 - Need a break here!</a> - Will be edited soon<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=322" target="_blank">Vol 2: Chapter 7 - Weed the Wise (Part 1)</a> - Edited by Knaivvs<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=327" target="_blank">Vol 2: Chapter 8 - Weed the Wise (Part 2)</a>- Edited by Knaivvs<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=328" target="_blank">Vol 2: Chapter 9 - A long three weeks</a>- Edited by Knaivvs<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=329" target="_blank">Vol 2: Chapter 10 - Last Resort</a>- Edited by Knaivvs<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Volume 3</span></span><br><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=330" target="_blank">Vol 3: Chapter 1 - Idiocy</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=346" target="_blank">Vol 3: Chapter 2 - Moonstone</a> - Edited by Knaivvs &amp; Coauthoring and Image credits Alakokaine<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=347" target="_blank">Vol 3: Chapter 3 - Delicious!</a>- Edited by Knaivvs <br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=349" target="_blank">Vol 3: Chapter 4 - The Fated Profession?</a> - Edited by Knaivvs &amp; Coauthored by Tewlve<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=350" target="_blank">Vol 3: Chapter 5 - Training Montage (Part 1)</a> - Edited by Knaivvs<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=353" target="_blank">Vol 3: Chapter 6 - Training Montage (Part 2)</a>- Edited by Knaivvs<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=357" target="_blank">Vol 3: Chapter 7 - Training Montage (Part 3)</a>- Edited by Knaivvs<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=397" target="_blank">Vol 3: Chapter 8 - Thor? Cynbel? Pallidus?</a>- Edited by Knaivvs<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=398" target="_blank">Vol 3: Chapter 9 - Make something useful</a>- Edited by Knaivvs &amp; Coauthored by Tewlve.<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=399" target="_blank">Vol 3: Chapter 10 - Make something unique</a>- Edited by Knaivvs &amp; Coauthored by Tewlve<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Volume 4</span></span><br><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=416" target="_blank">Vol 4: Chapter 1 - Riddles Riddles Lost</a> - Will be edited soon.<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=418" target="_blank">Vol 4: Chapter 2 - Northern Mountain City</a> - Will be edited soon.<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=467" target="_blank">Vol 4: Chapter 3 - Visiting Fees -</a> - will be edited soon &amp; Coauthored by Tewlve<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=477" target="_blank">Vol 4: Chapter 4 - Chili Cave Crabs</a> - will be edited soon &amp; Coauthored by NithinK<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=489" target="_blank">Vol 4: Chapter 5 - My name is Kendelbreu Du Cristo</a> - will be edited soon &amp; Coauthored by NithinK<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=490" target="_blank">Vol 4: Chapter 6 - Forbidden Mines</a> - will be edited soon &amp; Coauthored by NithinK<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=491" target="_blank">Vol 4: Chapter 7 - Arachnid (Part 1)</a> - will be edited soon &amp; Coauthored by NithinK<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=503" target="_blank">Vol 4: Chapter 8 - Arachnid (Part 2)</a> - will be edited soon, authored by V4lkyr13 and inputs from NithinK<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=505" target="_blank">Vol 4: Chapter 9 - Escape</a> - will be edited soon &amp; authored by V4lkyr13<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=513" target="_blank">Vol 4: Chapter 10 - LIES LIES LIES</a> -will be edited soon &amp; authored by V4lkyr13 and Tewlve<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Volume 5</span></span><br><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=516" target="_blank">Vol 5: Chapter 1 - A quest for NPCs?</a> -will be edited soon &amp; authored by V4lkyr13 and Tewlve<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=524" target="_blank">Vol 5: Chapter 2 - Negotiations</a>- will be edited soon &amp; co-authored by V4lkyr13 and Alak<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=526" target="_blank">Vol 5: Chapter 3 - Cold Blooded Cruelty!</a> - will be edited soon &amp; co-authored by V4lkyr13 and Alak<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=528" target="_blank">Vol 5: Chapter 4 - Curse you!!!</a> - will be edited soon &amp; co-authored by V4lkyr13 and Alak<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=538" target="_blank">Vol 5: Chapter 5 - Sleep Well</a> - will be edited soon &amp; co-authored by V4lkyr13 and Tewlve<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=540" target="_blank">Vol 5: Chapter 6 - Too Late?</a> - will be edited soon &amp; co-authored by V4lkyr13 and Tewlve<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=561" target="_blank">Vol 5: Chapter 7 - Weed, the blacksmith</a> - will be edited soon &amp; co-authored by V4lkyr13 and Tewlve<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=606" target="_blank">Vol 5: Chapter 8 - Cut Tink Shink Cut Cut</a> - will be edited soon &amp; co-authored by V4lkyr13, Zapper and Tewlve<a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=643" target="_blank">Vol 5: Chapter 9 - Winners &amp; losers</a>- will be edited soon &amp; co-authored by V4lkyr13<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=675" target="_blank">Vol 5: Chapter 10 - Lucky Day?</a> - will be edited soon &amp; co-authored by V4lkyr13 and Tewlve<br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=678" target="_blank">Vol 5: Chapter 11 - Run Weed!</a> - will be edited soon &amp; co-authored by Tewlve<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Volume 6</span></span><br><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1171" target="_blank">Vol 6: Chapter 1 - You can never escape your fears..(Part 1)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1175" target="_blank">Vol 6: Chapter 2 - The Talk Show (Part 1)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1176" target="_blank">Vol 6: Chapter 3 - You can never escape your fears (Part 2)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1190" target="_blank">Vol 6: Chapter 4 - The Talk Show (Part 2)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1197" target="_blank">Vol 6: Chapter 5 - You can never escape your fears (Part 3)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1236" target="_blank">Vol 6: Chapter 6 - 6 months hence</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1265" target="_blank">Vol 6: Chapter 7 - The Phobia</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1270" target="_blank">Vol 6: Chapter 8 - Become Stronger! Eh?</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1271" target="_blank">Vol 6: Chapter 9 - Kumdo dojang</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1300" target="_blank">Vol 6: Chapter 10 - 'What the hell have you been spouting?'</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1301" target="_blank">Vol 6: Chapter 10.5 - Daemon (Part 1: Special Side story)</a><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Volume 7</span></span> -<br><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1317" target="_blank">Vol 7: Chapter 1 - Resolve (Part 1)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1318" target="_blank">Vol 7: Chapter 2 - Resolve (Part 2)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1319" target="_blank">Vol 7: Chapter 3 - The Talk Show (Part 3)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1323" target="_blank">Vol 7: Chapter 4 - Do nothing</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1325" target="_blank">Vol 7: Chapter 5 - The return of Geomchis (Part 1)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1358" target="_blank">Vol 7: Chapter 5.5 - Daemon's Water Affinity (Side Story)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1377" target="_blank">Vol 7: Chapter 6 - Disturbing Occurrences</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1379" target="_blank">Vol 7: Chapter 7 - Changing Times</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1407" target="_blank">Vol 7: Chapter 8 - The return of Geomchis (Part 2)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1428" target="_blank">Vol 7: Chapter 9 - The return of Geomchis (Part 3)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1436" target="_blank">Vol 7: Chapter 10 - The return of Geomchis (Part 4)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1439" target="_blank">Vol 7: Chapter 10.5 - Daemon's Side Stories</a><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Volume 8</span></span><br><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1505" target="_blank">Vol 8: Chapter 1 - An unexpected turn of events</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1532" target="_blank">Vol 8: Chapter 2 - Consequences (Part 1)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1533" target="_blank">Vol 8: Chapter 3 - Consequences (Part 2)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1577" target="_blank">Vol 8: Chapter 4 - Consequences (Part 3)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1578" target="_blank">Vol 8: Chapter 5 - Consequences (Part 4)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1581" target="_blank">Vol 8: Chapter 6 - Consequences (Part 5)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1584" target="_blank">Vol 8: Chapter 7 - Consequences (Part 6)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1612" target="_blank">Vol 8: Chapter 8 - Consequences: You can conquer your fears</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1618" target="_blank">Vol 8: Chapter 9 - The Board's decision</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1633" target="_blank">Vol 8: Chapter 10 - The journey has only begun!</a><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Volume 9</span></span> <br><br>Expected releases: 3-4 Chapters in Jan and 6 in Feb. Delivered: 9 Chapters.<br>Status: 1 Chapter Draft Stage.<br><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1781" target="_blank">Vol 9: Chapter 1 - Chase!</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1802" target="_blank">Vol 9: Chapter 2 - Jackpot</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1817" target="_blank">Vol 9: Chapter 3 - The Lord's Story (Part 1)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1856" target="_blank">Vol 9: Chapter 4 - The Lord's Story (Part 2)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1859" target="_blank">Vol 9: Chapter 5 - The Lord's Story (Part 3)</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1896" target="_blank">Vol 9: Chapter 6 - Let the preparations begin!</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1897" target="_blank">Vol 9: Chapter 7 - Pink</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1898" target="_blank">Vol 9: Chapter 8 - The Elvish Ceremony</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1899" target="_blank">Vol 9: Chapter 9 - Emily</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1976" target="_blank">Vol 9: Chapter 10 - Goodbye Sensei</a><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Volume 10</span></span><br><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1982" target="_blank">Vol 10: Chapter 1 - Now what?</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=1999" target="_blank">Vol 10: Chapter 2 - Growing Rage</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=2000" target="_blank">Vol 10: Chapter 3 - Rage unleashed</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=2015" target="_blank">Vol 10: Chapter 4 - A change of heart</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=2020" target="_blank">Vol 10: Chapter 5 - The burden</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=2149" target="_blank">Vol 10: Chapter 6 - Divine Intervention</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=2299" target="_blank">Vol 10: Chapter 7 - Shadow Part 1</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=2324" target="_blank">Vol 10: Chapter 8 - Shadow Part 2</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=2457" target="_blank">Vol 10: Chapter 9 - Shadow Part 3</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=2480" target="_blank">Vol 10: Chapter 10 - Shadow Part 4</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=2489" target="_blank">Vol 10: Chapter 11 - Shadow Part 5</a><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=2496" target="_blank">Vol 10: Chapter 12 - Shadow Part 6</a><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Volume 11</span></span><br><br>Expected releases: 6 in April and 4 in May.<br>Status: Semi Draft Stage<br><br>Vol 11: Chapter 1 - <br>Vol 11: Chapter 2 - <br>Vol 11: Chapter 3 - <br>Vol 11: Chapter 4 - <br>Vol 11: Chapter 5 - <br>Vol 11: Chapter 6 - <br>Vol 11: Chapter 7 - <br>Vol 11: Chapter 8 -<br>Vol 11: Chapter 9 - <br>Vol 11: Chapter 10 - <br><br><br>Number of unpublished draft chapters: 21<br>Number of unpublished pages: 134<br><br>PS: Feel free to add in extra comments, ideas, nominations for your own name to be introduced as a character in the FF or anything else that you would like to discuss (praises are most welcome - good source of ego boosting). </div>

Decided to reserve the first post for FF updates / news. NEW FF UPDATE: > saxenas1 Wrote: > Well I have moved to a new city, my work hours are finally not so crazy....so I guess I am back to writing. I hastily posted some short chapters. Will post some more and conclude this arc, apologize if the writing isn't upto par in terms of quality, its been a while.... :) happy to be back for however much time I can spare. [>>>Infodex<<<](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1345) Table of Contents: Volume 1: [Vol 1: Chapter 0 - Prologue - Act I](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=279) - Edited by Knaivvs & Blueshadows [Vol 1: Chapter 1 - The Saint](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=280) - Edited by Knaivvs [Vol 1: Chapter 2 - Shut it down](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=281) - Edited by Knaivvs [Vol 1: Chapter 3 - Starting from Scratch](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=282) - Edited by Knaivvs [Vol 1: Chapter 4 - Royal Road Elementarem Vim](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=283) - Edited by Knaivvs [Vol 1: Chapter 5 - Weed?](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=284) - Edited by Knaivvs [Vol 1: Chapter 6 - One Billion](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=285) - Edited by Knaivvs & Blueshadows [Vol 1: Chapter 7 - First Insight](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=286) - Edited by Knaivvs [Vol 1: Chapter 8 - The First 8 Days](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=287) - Edited by Knaivvs [Vol 1: Chapter 9 - Grounded](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=289)- Edited by Knaivvs [Vol 1: Chapter 10 - Trailing](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=293)- Edited by Knaivvs Volume 2 [Vol 2: Chapter 1 - Woof!](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=300) - Edited by Knaivvs [Vol 2: Chapter 2 - Wait!!](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=301) - Edited by Knaivvs & Image credits Alakokaine [Vol 2: Chapter 3 - Eastern Gate](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=310) - Will be edited soon. [Vol 2: Chapter 4 - Koi Ponds & Fairies](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=311) - Will be edited soon. [Vol 2: Chapter 5 - Elf you have gone too far!](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=312) - Will be edited soon [Vol 2: Chapter 6 - Need a break here!](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=313) - Will be edited soon [Vol 2: Chapter 7 - Weed the Wise (Part 1)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=322) - Edited by Knaivvs [Vol 2: Chapter 8 - Weed the Wise (Part 2)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=327)- Edited by Knaivvs [Vol 2: Chapter 9 - A long three weeks](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=328)- Edited by Knaivvs [Vol 2: Chapter 10 - Last Resort](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=329)- Edited by Knaivvs Volume 3 [Vol 3: Chapter 1 - Idiocy](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=330) [Vol 3: Chapter 2 - Moonstone](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=346) - Edited by Knaivvs & Coauthoring and Image credits Alakokaine [Vol 3: Chapter 3 - Delicious!](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=347)- Edited by Knaivvs [Vol 3: Chapter 4 - The Fated Profession?](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=349) - Edited by Knaivvs & Coauthored by Tewlve [Vol 3: Chapter 5 - Training Montage (Part 1)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=350) - Edited by Knaivvs [Vol 3: Chapter 6 - Training Montage (Part 2)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=353)- Edited by Knaivvs [Vol 3: Chapter 7 - Training Montage (Part 3)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=357)- Edited by Knaivvs [Vol 3: Chapter 8 - Thor? Cynbel? Pallidus?](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=397)- Edited by Knaivvs [Vol 3: Chapter 9 - Make something useful](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=398)- Edited by Knaivvs & Coauthored by Tewlve. [Vol 3: Chapter 10 - Make something unique](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=399)- Edited by Knaivvs & Coauthored by Tewlve Volume 4 [Vol 4: Chapter 1 - Riddles Riddles Lost](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=416) - Will be edited soon. [Vol 4: Chapter 2 - Northern Mountain City](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=418) - Will be edited soon. [Vol 4: Chapter 3 - Visiting Fees -](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=467) - will be edited soon & Coauthored by Tewlve [Vol 4: Chapter 4 - Chili Cave Crabs](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=477) - will be edited soon & Coauthored by NithinK [Vol 4: Chapter 5 - My name is Kendelbreu Du Cristo](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=489) - will be edited soon & Coauthored by NithinK [Vol 4: Chapter 6 - Forbidden Mines](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=490) - will be edited soon & Coauthored by NithinK [Vol 4: Chapter 7 - Arachnid (Part 1)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=491) - will be edited soon & Coauthored by NithinK [Vol 4: Chapter 8 - Arachnid (Part 2)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=503) - will be edited soon, authored by V4lkyr13 and inputs from NithinK [Vol 4: Chapter 9 - Escape](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=505) - will be edited soon & authored by V4lkyr13 [Vol 4: Chapter 10 - LIES LIES LIES](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=513) -will be edited soon & authored by V4lkyr13 and Tewlve Volume 5 [Vol 5: Chapter 1 - A quest for NPCs?](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=516) -will be edited soon & authored by V4lkyr13 and Tewlve [Vol 5: Chapter 2 - Negotiations](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=524)- will be edited soon & co-authored by V4lkyr13 and Alak [Vol 5: Chapter 3 - Cold Blooded Cruelty!](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=526) - will be edited soon & co-authored by V4lkyr13 and Alak [Vol 5: Chapter 4 - Curse you!!!](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=528) - will be edited soon & co-authored by V4lkyr13 and Alak [Vol 5: Chapter 5 - Sleep Well](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=538) - will be edited soon & co-authored by V4lkyr13 and Tewlve [Vol 5: Chapter 6 - Too Late?](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=540) - will be edited soon & co-authored by V4lkyr13 and Tewlve [Vol 5: Chapter 7 - Weed, the blacksmith](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=561) - will be edited soon & co-authored by V4lkyr13 and Tewlve [Vol 5: Chapter 8 - Cut Tink Shink Cut Cut](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=606) - will be edited soon & co-authored by V4lkyr13, Zapper and Tewlve[Vol 5: Chapter 9 - Winners & losers](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=643)- will be edited soon & co-authored by V4lkyr13 [Vol 5: Chapter 10 - Lucky Day?](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=675) - will be edited soon & co-authored by V4lkyr13 and Tewlve [Vol 5: Chapter 11 - Run Weed!](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=678) - will be edited soon & co-authored by Tewlve Volume 6 [Vol 6: Chapter 1 - You can never escape your fears..(Part 1)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1171) [Vol 6: Chapter 2 - The Talk Show (Part 1)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1175) [Vol 6: Chapter 3 - You can never escape your fears (Part 2)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1176) [Vol 6: Chapter 4 - The Talk Show (Part 2)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1190) [Vol 6: Chapter 5 - You can never escape your fears (Part 3)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1197) [Vol 6: Chapter 6 - 6 months hence](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1236) [Vol 6: Chapter 7 - The Phobia](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1265) [Vol 6: Chapter 8 - Become Stronger! Eh?](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1270) [Vol 6: Chapter 9 - Kumdo dojang](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1271) [Vol 6: Chapter 10 - 'What the hell have you been spouting?'](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1300) [Vol 6: Chapter 10.5 - Daemon (Part 1: Special Side story)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1301) Volume 7 - [Vol 7: Chapter 1 - Resolve (Part 1)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1317) [Vol 7: Chapter 2 - Resolve (Part 2)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1318) [Vol 7: Chapter 3 - The Talk Show (Part 3)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1319) [Vol 7: Chapter 4 - Do nothing](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1323) [Vol 7: Chapter 5 - The return of Geomchis (Part 1)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1325) [Vol 7: Chapter 5.5 - Daemon's Water Affinity (Side Story)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1358) [Vol 7: Chapter 6 - Disturbing Occurrences](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1377) [Vol 7: Chapter 7 - Changing Times](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1379) [Vol 7: Chapter 8 - The return of Geomchis (Part 2)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1407) [Vol 7: Chapter 9 - The return of Geomchis (Part 3)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1428) [Vol 7: Chapter 10 - The return of Geomchis (Part 4)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1436) [Vol 7: Chapter 10.5 - Daemon's Side Stories](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1439) Volume 8 [Vol 8: Chapter 1 - An unexpected turn of events](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1505) [Vol 8: Chapter 2 - Consequences (Part 1)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1532) [Vol 8: Chapter 3 - Consequences (Part 2)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1533) [Vol 8: Chapter 4 - Consequences (Part 3)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1577) [Vol 8: Chapter 5 - Consequences (Part 4)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1578) [Vol 8: Chapter 6 - Consequences (Part 5)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1581) [Vol 8: Chapter 7 - Consequences (Part 6)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1584) [Vol 8: Chapter 8 - Consequences: You can conquer your fears](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1612) [Vol 8: Chapter 9 - The Board's decision](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1618) [Vol 8: Chapter 10 - The journey has only begun!](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1633) Volume 9 Expected releases: 3-4 Chapters in Jan and 6 in Feb. Delivered: 9 Chapters. Status: 1 Chapter Draft Stage. [Vol 9: Chapter 1 - Chase!](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1781) [Vol 9: Chapter 2 - Jackpot](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1802) [Vol 9: Chapter 3 - The Lord's Story (Part 1)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1817) [Vol 9: Chapter 4 - The Lord's Story (Part 2)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1856) [Vol 9: Chapter 5 - The Lord's Story (Part 3)](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1859) [Vol 9: Chapter 6 - Let the preparations begin!](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1896) [Vol 9: Chapter 7 - Pink](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1897) [Vol 9: Chapter 8 - The Elvish Ceremony](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1898) [Vol 9: Chapter 9 - Emily](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1899) [Vol 9: Chapter 10 - Goodbye Sensei](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1976) Volume 10 [Vol 10: Chapter 1 - Now what?](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1982) [Vol 10: Chapter 2 - Growing Rage](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=1999) [Vol 10: Chapter 3 - Rage unleashed](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=2000) [Vol 10: Chapter 4 - A change of heart](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=2015) [Vol 10: Chapter 5 - The burden](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=2020) [Vol 10: Chapter 6 - Divine Intervention](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=2149) [Vol 10: Chapter 7 - Shadow Part 1](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=2299) [Vol 10: Chapter 8 - Shadow Part 2](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=2324) [Vol 10: Chapter 9 - Shadow Part 3](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=2457) [Vol 10: Chapter 10 - Shadow Part 4](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=2480) [Vol 10: Chapter 11 - Shadow Part 5](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=2489) [Vol 10: Chapter 12 - Shadow Part 6](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=2496) Volume 11 Expected releases: 6 in April and 4 in May. Status: Semi Draft Stage Vol 11: Chapter 1 - Vol 11: Chapter 2 - Vol 11: Chapter 3 - Vol 11: Chapter 4 - Vol 11: Chapter 5 - Vol 11: Chapter 6 - Vol 11: Chapter 7 - Vol 11: Chapter 8 - Vol 11: Chapter 9 - Vol 11: Chapter 10 - Number of unpublished draft chapters: 21 Number of unpublished pages: 134 PS: Feel free to add in extra comments, ideas, nominations for your own name to be introduced as a character in the FF or anything else that you would like to discuss (praises are most welcome - good source of ego boosting).

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <p class="cnNiNjkzMzkyYTdmMzQ2MmZhYmViMzk3MTg3MjY5NGIw">Author's note:&nbsp; <br> <br>So this is my fanfic about a boy reaching for something while not even knowing what and I hope you'll like it.&nbsp; <br>I have written a few chapters already and I'm enjoying it for now so I hope I won't get bored and be able to continue this story. <br> <br>Commets and suggestions are welcome and would be very appreciated. If you spot any mistakes, please tell me and I'll correct them. I'm not a native speaker so &nbsp;half the time I'm improvising with sentence structure and all that &nbsp; <img src="https://forum.royalroadl.com/images/smilies/biggrin.png" alt="Very Happy">&nbsp; <br> <br>**** <br> <br>The calm night was in deep contrast against the raging sea. The waves came crashing down on the rocky slope springing the lonely kid sitting at the edge. He didn’t mind the cold water, breathing the fresh night air. The wild winds played in his light hair, pushing them in his eyes. Kirin raised his hand to pull them back but it was pointless. Sighing he looked up at the dark sky. A full moon was shining, sending silver light to the boy’s face.&nbsp; <br> <br>&nbsp;‘It’s already time, isn’t it?’ thought Kirin standing up. There was an uncharacteristic dullness to his movements.&nbsp; <br> <br>Tap. Tap. Tap. A soft sound of his boots echoed in the empty street. It was barren of any activity or movement, only a few lights here and there still persisting in the dead of the night.&nbsp; <br> <br>‘If only it was always like that’ <br> <br>After some time he walked back to his home located near the center of the town. It was a simple house that had seen better days. Walking up the stairs he opened the door and turned the light up. He didn’t bother with locking up. In the kitchen there was a piece of paper strapped to the fridge. ~We’ve gone to Japan on business, will be back as fast as we can. Love Julie and Robert &lt;3~&nbsp; <br> <br>Ignoring the message he took out some eggs and made himself an omelet. After that he went to his room with the food and sat down at his table.&nbsp; <br> <br>The room looked like it was supposed to - full of large toys, little cars, posters from movies and cheery colors. The boy hated it. It reminded him of everything he had to endure every day from the people that surrounded him in this town. If it wouldn’t destroy his image of perfect self-control and sanity, he would have ripped apart and burned everything to the last item. <br> <br>Or maybe not. Maybe he would leave the new addition to his room – a silver shining cabin which took a huge part of his room. It took him forever to prevent his parents from ordering a blue or green one for children. Today it was delivered and his parents didn’t even show up to see. They were too busy. But he didn’t mind. It was better this way. Now he could enjoy the solitude and enter the new world without anyone’s nagging. </p> <br>And the new virtual reality game called Regal Dream was supposed to give exactly that. It promised a &nbsp;new unexplored world to run around, many same and new classes, but most importantly it was said that time worked differently there than in real life. Three hours for each one in real life. An expensive way to extend one’s life just that bit longer but life there was a better one.&nbsp; <br> <br>The beta-testers had been tight lipped about what they had seen but there were rumours that this game was going to transform every conception of what a game is. It was said to be more like the real world when the real one was. The non-player characters had emotions, feelings and memories. They never repeated sentences, give pointless quests or stand in place.&nbsp; <br> <br>They could trick you, lie to you and even kill you. There was no way to tell them apart from real people.&nbsp; <br> <br>This and the chance to create your character in-game however you wanted with thousands of different classes was amazing. Something no one had expected when the game was announced.&nbsp; <br> <br>&nbsp;It was a dream come true, to tell the truth.&nbsp; <br> <br>And that was even half a year after the game’s launch.&nbsp; <br> <br>But one thing annoyed Kirin more than anything else. It was a choice what to be. Regal Dream contained numerous classes and it was giving him a headache just to decide which would be the best since he could make only minor adjustments to his body in character creation. Warriors were nice but his small frame would probably get in the way and his hands were too small to use the strongest bows. Mage or a rogue would be an obvious choice but it was too main stream. He didn’t want to be just another one of those.&nbsp; <br> <br>Luckily at least race was an easy choice. He didn’t want to be human, he knows what it’s like to be one, elves were too much on the beauty side and dwarfs were plain ugly. That left him with the least liked race, the one deemed pathetic because it didn’t even have wings. But Kirin didn’t care, he would create wings himself if he ever came to need them.&nbsp; <br> <br>He stood up and looked through the window before entering the silver cabin and strapping himself to the chords that would keep him elevated and move his body with actions faintly resembling those of his character.&nbsp; <br> <br>The moon was obscured by the clouds as if in hiding. A soft tapping noise reached Kirin’s ears and surprised he saw rain drops on his windowsill.&nbsp; <br> <br>“Wonder why the god’s are crying today” he murmured to himself and closed the cabin’s doors behind himself. <br> <br> <br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=119&amp;t=875" target="_blank">Next Chapter</a><p></p> </div>

Author's note:  So this is my fanfic about a boy reaching for something while not even knowing what and I hope you'll like it.  I have written a few chapters already and I'm enjoying it for now so I hope I won't get bored and be able to continue this story. Commets and suggestions are welcome and would be very appreciated. If you spot any mistakes, please tell me and I'll correct them. I'm not a native speaker so  half the time I'm improvising with sentence structure and all that     **** The calm night was in deep contrast against the raging sea. The waves came crashing down on the rocky slope springing the lonely kid sitting at the edge. He didn’t mind the cold water, breathing the fresh night air. The wild winds played in his light hair, pushing them in his eyes. Kirin raised his hand to pull them back but it was pointless. Sighing he looked up at the dark sky. A full moon was shining, sending silver light to the boy’s face.   ‘It’s already time, isn’t it?’ thought Kirin standing up. There was an uncharacteristic dullness to his movements.  Tap. Tap. Tap. A soft sound of his boots echoed in the empty street. It was barren of any activity or movement, only a few lights here and there still persisting in the dead of the night.  ‘If only it was always like that’ After some time he walked back to his home located near the center of the town. It was a simple house that had seen better days. Walking up the stairs he opened the door and turned the light up. He didn’t bother with locking up. In the kitchen there was a piece of paper strapped to the fridge. ~We’ve gone to Japan on business, will be back as fast as we can. Love Julie and Robert <3~  Ignoring the message he took out some eggs and made himself an omelet. After that he went to his room with the food and sat down at his table.  The room looked like it was supposed to - full of large toys, little cars, posters from movies and cheery colors. The boy hated it. It reminded him of everything he had to endure every day from the people that surrounded him in this town. If it wouldn’t destroy his image of perfect self-control and sanity, he would have ripped apart and burned everything to the last item. Or maybe not. Maybe he would leave the new addition to his room – a silver shining cabin which took a huge part of his room. It took him forever to prevent his parents from ordering a blue or green one for children. Today it was delivered and his parents didn’t even show up to see. They were too busy. But he didn’t mind. It was better this way. Now he could enjoy the solitude and enter the new world without anyone’s nagging. And the new virtual reality game called Regal Dream was supposed to give exactly that. It promised a  new unexplored world to run around, many same and new classes, but most importantly it was said that time worked differently there than in real life. Three hours for each one in real life. An expensive way to extend one’s life just that bit longer but life there was a better one.  The beta-testers had been tight lipped about what they had seen but there were rumours that this game was going to transform every conception of what a game is. It was said to be more like the real world when the real one was. The non-player characters had emotions, feelings and memories. They never repeated sentences, give pointless quests or stand in place.  They could trick you, lie to you and even kill you. There was no way to tell them apart from real people.  This and the chance to create your character in-game however you wanted with thousands of different classes was amazing. Something no one had expected when the game was announced.   It was a dream come true, to tell the truth.  And that was even half a year after the game’s launch.  But one thing annoyed Kirin more than anything else. It was a choice what to be. Regal Dream contained numerous classes and it was giving him a headache just to decide which would be the best since he could make only minor adjustments to his body in character creation. Warriors were nice but his small frame would probably get in the way and his hands were too small to use the strongest bows. Mage or a rogue would be an obvious choice but it was too main stream. He didn’t want to be just another one of those.  Luckily at least race was an easy choice. He didn’t want to be human, he knows what it’s like to be one, elves were too much on the beauty side and dwarfs were plain ugly. That left him with the least liked race, the one deemed pathetic because it didn’t even have wings. But Kirin didn’t care, he would create wings himself if he ever came to need them.  He stood up and looked through the window before entering the silver cabin and strapping himself to the chords that would keep him elevated and move his body with actions faintly resembling those of his character.  The moon was obscured by the clouds as if in hiding. A soft tapping noise reached Kirin’s ears and surprised he saw rain drops on his windowsill.  “Wonder why the god’s are crying today” he murmured to himself and closed the cabin’s doors behind himself. [Next Chapter](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=119&t=875)

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Wraith woke up with a crick in his neck. A hard stone floor was not exactly the most comfortable place to sleep on.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Sleeping on a hard surface did not give a restful sleep. -15 AGI for 2 hours.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>He looked through the window and saw that the sun was high in the air. It appeared that it was around noon. Before he went to Calder, he decided to take stock of what he had gained from the hunting quest.<br><br>It had been a worthwhile trek for him and his pack. Everyone had gained a few levels, Sarin and Vangar especially. As proof, they were now considerably bigger than the wolves at Serabourg. “Stat window: Sarin.”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Status Window</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Name</td><td width="25%">Sarin</td><td width="25%">Alignment</td><td width="25%">Wild</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Level</td><td width="25%">21</td><td width="25%">Class</td><td width="25%">Pack-Wolf</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Title</td><td width="25%">None</td><td width="25%">Reputation</td><td width="25%">0</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health</td><td width="25%">320</td><td width="25%">Mana</td><td width="25%">130</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Strength</td><td width="25%">73</td><td width="25%">Agility</td><td width="25%">119</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Stamina</td><td colspan="3">140</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Wisdom</td><td width="25%">8</td><td width="25%">Intellect</td><td width="25%">12</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Luck</td><td width="25%">0</td><td width="25%">Leadership</td><td width="25%">0</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Attack</td><td width="25%">35-42</td><td width="25%">Defence</td><td width="25%">12</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Magic Resistance</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Fire</td><td width="25%">0%</td><td width="25%">Water</td><td width="25%">0%</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Earth</td><td width="25%">20%</td><td width="25%">Black Magic</td><td width="25%">0%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4"><ul><br><li>All stats increase by 50% at night</li><br><li>NPCs might be openly hostile</li><br><li>Can revive from death but with significant penalties</li><br><li>Relationship with other wolves at maximum</li><br><li>Will not be attacked by werewolves unless provoked</li><br><li>Can understand the speech of other monsters</li><br><li>Prohibited from using any form of weaponry</li><br><li>Can spontaneously learn skills not available for other wolves</li></ul><br></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Stat window: Vangar.”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Status Window</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Name</td><td width="25%">Vangar</td><td width="25%">Alignment</td><td width="25%">Wild</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Level</td><td width="25%">23</td><td width="25%">Class</td><td width="25%">Pack-Wolf</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Title</td><td width="25%">None</td><td width="25%">Reputation</td><td width="25%">0</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health</td><td width="25%">375</td><td width="25%">Mana</td><td width="25%">170</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Strength</td><td width="25%">81</td><td width="25%">Agility</td><td width="25%">114</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Stamina</td><td colspan="3">137</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Wisdom</td><td width="25%">11</td><td width="25%">Intellect</td><td width="25%">10</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Luck</td><td width="25%">0</td><td width="25%">Leadership</td><td width="25%">0</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Attack</td><td width="25%">39-48</td><td width="25%">Defence</td><td width="25%">14</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Magic Resistance</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Fire</td><td width="25%">0%</td><td width="25%">Water</td><td width="25%">0%</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Earth</td><td width="25%">20%</td><td width="25%">Black Magic</td><td width="25%">0%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4"><ul><br><li>All stats increase by 50% at night</li><br><li>NPCs might be openly hostile</li><br><li>Can revive from death but with significant penalties</li><br><li>Relationship with other wolves at maximum</li><br><li>Will not be attacked by werewolves unless provoked</li><br><li>Can understand the speech of other monsters</li><br><li>Prohibited from using any form of weaponry</li><br><li>Can spontaneously learn skills not available for other wolves</li></ul><br></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>His pack was progressing nicely. They hadn't learnt any new skills yet, but Wraith had a feeling that they were close to doing so. It seemed that unlike players and other NPCs, their stat points were automatically allocated upon leveling up.<br><br>Although they had more than doubled in strength since he first met them, they were still lacking. He needed to train them more so that they could put up a good fight if and when they came with him. He still didn't know if they would be summoned alongside him when he was teleported away for the test, but there was no harm in preparing anyway.<br><br>He himself had made great gains for his character. He was still pretty weak level-wise, but with his overly-inflated stats he was easily on par with a level 100 warrior. It was a sort of compensation for the weaknesses in his class. In return for being hated and feared by the other races in the land, he had gained great strength instead.<br><br>While his stats were progressing nicely, now that he had decided to put the stats he gained from levelling up into agility and strength. Those were the two most important stats that he had. Speed was paramount for him, so he placed three out of five of his unassigned stat points into agility and two into strength.<br><br>He knew that Calder would be waiting for him, so he decided to go to him to finish the quest. Sarin and Vangar slowly woke up and went with him. He didn't know if Calder would be at the training area or somewhere else, so he went to Fenella to find out.<br><br>He saw that she was sitting at a table, writing in a book with a cup of tea placed beside her. “Um, Mother.” He was still getting used to calling her by that. “Do you know where Calder would be at this time?”<br><br>“He should be home. It's the building to the left of the training area.”<br><br>“Ah, thank you.” He quickly made his way through the streets and into Calder's house. He was sitting and eating a meal when he walked through the open door.<br><br>Calder looked up, surprised to see him. “What's up? Did you decide to bail on the quest?”<br><br>“No, I've finished”<br><br>“Already? I was sure it would have taken you another day or so.” Calder seemed pleased with his speed. After all, clearing out a group of forty people with three fighters would usually take many skirmishes.<br><br>“Did I need to bring back something to prove their death? Because I have the loot they left behind.”<br><br>“I trust you, so you don't need to worry about that.”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Quest Complete!<br><br>Punishing the Poachers<br><br>Although they slaughtered hundreds of creatures for no good reason, they were quickly put down before they could do serious damage to the local ecosystem.<br><br>Level up!<br>Level up!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>With the two levels he gained from the quest, he was now at level forty-three. “So is there anything else you need me to do?”<br><br>“Sorry, we haven't received any requests. You're going to have to find something else to do.”<br><br>Since there was nothing more he could do for Calder, he went back home. Upon arriving, he saw Fenella talking with Daciana. He hadn't seen her since he first got to Jorenheim, so he was understandably surprised. It seemed that she was stunned at his appearance, just like everyone else he had met.<br><br>“Wraith, I'm glad you're back so soon. I'm afraid I need to go away for a while. A tribe of lizardmen have been afflicted with a strong curse and they need me to go and help them.” Since Fenella was the most powerful priestess, the curse must have been quite powerful to call for her service.<br><br>“Do you need me to go with you?” Although she was powerful, removing a major curse would leave her vulnerable.<br><br>“Daciana will accompany me so there's no need to worry. However, there's a slight chance that it'll take longer than a few days. I might not be back till after you have gone. That's why I made you this. It has the skills I intended on teaching you personally.”<br><br>“Well let me just say something if I don't see you before I leave.” He took a deep breath before speaking. “Thank you for everything you've done for me. What you've given me can't be repaid easily, but I'll do whatever I can to make it up to you. In such a short amount of time, you've become very important to me. You mean more to me than I thought you would.” He said this nervously, stumbling over some of the more embarrassing parts.<br><br>She came forward and wrapped her arms around him. It was a long hug, filled with all the feelings she held towards him. When she let go, she smiled tenderly at him, eyes filled with warmth and love. “When your test is over, perhaps you can spend some time relaxing with me.”<br><br>“I'd like that.” Having said all he needed to, he bid her farewell and watched her leave through a portal.<br><br>After he saw Fenella and Daciana leave, he let Sarin and Vangar go out to run and play by themselves. Instead of fighting, he decided to work on his alchemy and his tailoring. He had three hundred seventy-eight animal pelts and hides in total. He also had eighty-three basic fabrics and cloth. With that much material he could vastly improve his tailoring.<br><br>For alchemy he had hundreds of bones, plants, and even minerals that he had collected from the settlement. He decided to work on his alchemy first, so he went about grinding the bones down based on the animal. Or at least, he tried to grind it down. The mortar and pestle he had were too small for the job.<br><br>He decided to go to Tahlia's to purchase some equipment. He only had a few vials for his potions anyway. When he stepped inside Tahlia's shop, he wasn't sure how he would be received. Since Tahlia said that she had given him all the instructions that he needed, he didn't know if she would be mad at him for coming back.<br><br>It seemed that he didn't have to worry about that, since she greeted him cordially. “You're back. So did alchemy become so difficult that you had to come to me for advice?”<br><br>“Not yet it hasn't. I just came for equipment and materials. I need a better mortar and pestle, and a couple of vials too.”<br><br>“Okay, just tell me what you have so far.” He opened his backpack and showed her the ten empty vials, the basic mortar and pestle and the pot he used to brew his potions in. She took one look at it and immediately threw them all out.<br><br>“What are you doing?!” He was seriously pissed off that she would toss all his equipment away.<br><br>“Listen,” she said with a severe expression. “Alchemy is both an art and a science. If you use shoddy tools, you're doing yourself and your craft a disservice.” She sighed and shook her head. “When I let you go I thought you already knew the basics. Wait right here.”<br><br>She went behind the curtain. He could hear rattling and clinking as she gathered things from the back room. When she came out, she had a large box in her hands. “Here are a proper set of vials. There are fifty of them in total. I've also included some glassware that you'll need in the future. There's a mortar and pestle that has been magically enhanced, as well as a proper cast-iron cauldron. You could also use it for cooking.”<br><br>“That looks pretty expensive.”<br><br>“That's because it is expensive. Normally I'd ask for twenty gold, but since you are my apprentice, I'll give it to you at half price.”<br><br>“I can't thank you enough for this.” Though she was sour and kind of snooty, Wraith was touched that she could be so generous.<br><br>She harrumphed and then slid a book towards him. “This will make your life a little easier. It's a comprehensive book of alchemy. Most of it is your basic potion-making, but there's a small chapter on transmutation.”<br><br>Grateful for the gifts that she gave him he thanked her profusely. Of course she just snorted and waved him away.<br><br>When he got home, he put those gifts to work. Within fifteen minutes he had ground up all the bones into powder and sorted them based on the animal it came from. He mixed each type of bone with water and then drank it.<br><br>It didn't taste that bad. It actually had a meaty flavour. Now, it wasn't something he loved to drink, but he could tolerate it. At first he wasn't sure if it would work. The identification skill could only give a small amount of information, and that tended to be for finished products. The herbology skill was more detailed for crafting items, but that was only for plants and it didn't give specific knowledge on the use in potions. Still, Tahlia did hint at them helping him identify the value of alchemical reagents.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Learned True Insight sub-skill of Identification</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Information: True Insight.”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">True Insight<br><br>A sub-skill of the Identification skill, which con only be learnt if Alchemical Transmutation and the Herbology skill have already been acquired. Requires leveling the Identification skill to beginner level 5 to raise the skill level beyond Intermediate 1. Requires leveling the Identification skill to Intermediate level 1 to master the skill. Beginner skill levels allow for insight into making tier three and lower potions. Intermediate levels allow for insight into making tier two potions and materials. Mastering the skill gives complete insight including for rare and unique creations.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>This was a very useful skill for him. Even though Tahlia sent him with little to no information, without this skill he would likely have been bumbling around without making much progress. Since it was a sub-skill it would require much less experience to level up, but its dependency on the Identification skill meant that he would have to level that up first.<br><br>The first thing he did was to use True Insight on every single bone, pelt, plant and mineral that he had. Several types of materials did not have value in alchemy, but he did find out that the ground bone had varying effects on Hp and strength. They were by far one of the more common materials, which explained why they could only make basic potions.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">I could start making potions right now, but with my level of skill I wouldn't be able to use all the materials properly.</span> What he decided to do was to save up the tier two and higher materials until he had leveled up his skills, and used up the materials that could only be used to create tier three potions immediately.<br><br>By doing this he ended up with fifty potions that would restore health as well as give a temporary boost to strength. By the end of all this, he had raised his Alchemical Transmutation skill to level 3, his Herbology skill to level four, his True Insight skill to level 5 and had made some gains in the Identification skill as well.<br><br>He was making good progress on his alchemical-related skills, so he decided to shift focus to tailoring. He separated the materials based on their quality. He took the basic cloth and fur first and started to sew shirts and pants.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Worn-out Cotton Shirt<br><br>Durability: 2/5<br>Defense: 1<br><br>A shirt made from the lowest quality material by an unskilled tailor. Prone to spontaneously falling apart at the seams.<br>-10 Attractiveness</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Torn Pants<br><br>Durability: 2/5<br>Defense: 1<br><br>Pants made from the lowest quality material by an unskilled tailor. Better suited as a dishrag.<br>-10 Attractiveness</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>They may not have been suitable for wearing, but they did give him experience in the skill. He kept making low-quality clothes for hours. By sundown, he had created several dozen different items of clothing, all made from cheap, low-quality wool or cotton. Not even a beginner would want to wear them. He did however raise his skill level to level three.<br><br>He had a little time left, so he went to the general store to sell them off. A short, slightly pudgy man was sweeping the floor with a broom. He wore glasses and had a kind, but plain face. When he saw Wraith he started. He stammered out a greeting. “H-hello, we-we're going to close up soon.”<br><br>“That's fine, I'm just here to sell some of my items.” The shopkeeper went behind the counter while Wraith piled a mountain of clothes on it.<br><br>“U-um, for this I can only give you t-ten silvers.” He squeaked out that last part, as if afraid that Wraith would harm him for not giving more money than that. While he did want to sell the items for a higher price, Wraith knew that his skill had degraded the quality of the items. If had just sold the materials by itself, he could have gotten two or three times that. Wraith sighed to himself, <span style="font-style: italic;">Tailoring is an expensive skill to learn.</span><br><br>“That's fine, do you buy potions too?”<br><br>“Y-yes we do, what do you have?” Wraith placed thirty of his health and strength potions before the shopkeeper. His eyes lit up when he saw what the potions could do. “These potions are incredible, they must have been made from troll blood. I'll pay twenty gold for the bunch.” His excitement overrode his earlier fear.<br><br>Because of Wraith's special alchemical skills, he could make better potions with lower-quality materials than other alchemists. What the shopkeeper thought was made from ice troll blood was actually a concoction of ground up bones and plants. <br><br>Wraith walked out of the store with a considerably lighter pack and more money in his pocket. He walked home and then promptly fell asleep. Sarin and Vangar were by his side, tuckered out from playing.<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>The next morning Wraith decided to go hunting. Alchemy and tailoring was all well and good, but it couldn't give him the rush of euphoria that he only got from running his prey into the ground and ending their life.<br><br>He headed over to see Calder first. As expected, he was performing his daily routines. When Calder took a break from practising, Wraith headed towards him to ask about good hunting areas.<br><br>“A lot of the monsters in our realm are stronger than usual. There is one place you could go, but it wouldn't be easy.”<br><br>“That's fine. An easy victory is an empty victory.” After listening to Calder's directions, he left the city, Sarin and Vangar in tow.<br><br>It took a bit of walking, but after an hour, they were able to make it to an arid field. Unlike the loose sand he saw before, the area he was in had packed dirt, with some dry grass sprouting out. In the middle of the field was a giant snake. It was easily ten metres long, and as thick as a log. Unlike typical snakes, its head was more like a dragon's. Filled with long, sharp teeth and such big brown scales, it was a fearsome enemy.<br><br>Since it was a snake, there was the chance of it spitting poison. As such, he ordered Sarin and Vangar to circle around and avoid the head. Seeing Wraith and his pack, the serpent hissed menacingly. They were only about four metres away from it when the serpent raised its head up two metres from the ground.<br><br>Making the first move, Wraith dashed forwards. The serpent struck as well, its giant head rocketing forwards to swallow Wraith up.<br><br>With his high agility, Wraith was able to duck beneath the open jaws and give it a strong uppercut. The force of the blow slammed the lower jaw against the upper and threw the head back. The wolves didn't stand around, but instead bit and clawed at it.<br><br>It wasn't an easy opponent to have. Because of its scales, Wraith and his pack's teeth and claws couldn't penetrate it. Instead they danced around it, the wolves distracting and dragging its attention away while Wraith took each opportunity to pummel it with his arms and legs.<br><br>They had learned that the snake did indeed have poison. It was highly toxic and corrosive, eating away the flesh. Wraith only got a drop of it on his skin, but it took away ten percent of his health. <span style="font-style: italic;">This is getting too dangerous.</span><br><br>Wraith needed to find another advantage over the beast. When he dodged the next strike, he used his claws. He may not have been able to pierce the flesh, but there were no scales covering the eyes.<br><br>Unprotected, the eyes were slashed apart. The serpent whined shrilly at the pain of being blinded. Wraith smiled to himself. <span style="font-style: italic;">This here is its weakness.</span> Each time he got in range, he put his fingers together and stabbed right into the eye socket. Blood coated his arm and the serpent's head, but he kept at it. He wrapped his legs around its neck and sat behind its head.<br><br>He was slammed into the ground repeatedly, but he didn't let up on his attack. He kept stabbing at its eyes, gouging out flesh until he reached the small reptilian brain. After several thrusts, it shuddered and then lay still. With the serpent dead, Wraith let out a breath of relief.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Level Up!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>He didn't waste any time as he set out to skin the monster. He couldn't use his claws, so he brought out a hunting knife. It was far sharper and more durable, so it was able to pierce the skin. It took a few minutes, but he got all the skin off. He then carved into the head. He took out all the fangs, and then cut around searching for the poison sac. When he found it, he cut it out gently and put it in a large glass jar.<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">You have learned the Skinning and Butchering skill</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Whenever he skinned and butchered an animal before, he only gained a fraction of the usable materials. Since Royal Road gave out skills based on how often an action was taken, a skill was made for him. “Information: Skinning and Butchering.” <br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Skinning and Butchering<br><br>Passive<br><br>Increases the amount of viable material extracted from a corpse.<ul><br><li>60% of extracted skin can be used</li><br><li>50% of extracted meat can be used</li><br><li>40% of extracted bones and other other organs can be used</li></ul><br></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>After feasting on their kill, Wraith separated the rest of the meat and the bones and put them in his pack. After a short rest, they searched for more enemies. They found other serpents near by, but they were smaller and weaker than the first. They were easily able to slaughter them. After several hours of continuous fighting, they decided to head back home.<br><br>There was still plenty of daylight left, so Wraith decided to improve his crafting skills. He kept sewing until he had used up about twenty pelts. This got him to level seven. Normally it would take longer for players to develop such skills, but because he already studied how to properly make clothes instead of relying solely on the skill, his clothes were better and gave more experience. Unfortunately he didn't have the handicraft skill. Not only would it help with crafting, it would also help him increase his attack power.<br><br>Since he didn't have a crafting class, he couldn't learn the skill. He would be forced to rely on other means to improve his skills and combat abilities. The only guaranteed method was hard work and determination, and that he had in spades.<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Fenella was exhausted. She had spent an entire day trying to figure out a way to dispel the curse afflicting the lizardmen. It was difficult and extremely complex, but she had finally cracked it. This wasn't the typical curse that could have been removed with a wave of the hand, this was one that affected the entire tribe, leaving them barren and impotent. To remove such a curse meant coming up with the singular combination of sigils and magical chants to remove it.<br><br>Though they were fools to raid the temple of one of the ancient goddesses, she still had to help them out. With the curse cracked, all that remained was to put it into effect. It was going to take a few hours and all her Mana to remove the curse, so she went to sleep for the night.<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>There were only about six days left before Wraith was summoned away, so he had to make the most of it. Quests tended to give a lot of experience, but he didn't think that he had enough time to do one. He was forced to rely on grinding to get stronger.<br><br>As a result, he and his pack went back to the hunting grounds they were at the day before. There were the same monsters that he saw there before, but they weren't a real challenge since they had gotten used to fighting them.<br><br>He explored the area, moving away from the safe hunting grounds he had already verified. From what Calder said, this realm was host to any number of powerful beasts. Most of them would be beyond his capability to fight, but if he didn't take a risk, he wouldn't be rewarded.<br><br>He set Sarin and Vangar to sensing enemies, while he led the group forwards. They walked for an hour through the hot sands, not seeing any enemies. They were about to give up when they saw a hole in the ground.<br><br>&lt;There's something down there.&gt; Vangar said this in an uncharacteristically concerned tone of voice.<br><br>&lt;It smells...big.&gt; Sarin was uneasy as well. They were quite good at judging the strength of their opponent. Owing to their wild nature, they had an innate sense for these things. Wraith trusted their instincts so he approached the hole carefully.<br><br>He heard a rushing sound come up from the bottom of the hole. “Get back!” he yelled to the wolves. The edge of the hole burst up. Sand came raining down on their heads as a giant worm extended its head out of the hole.<br><br>It was featureless, without eyes or ears. All it had was a circular mouth almost a metre wide in the middle of its head. It was covered completely in pink and brown skin, with small tentacles covering the body, likely used for sensing prey.<br><br>“Okay everyone, lets tear this thing to pieces.” They all ran at it, attacking it from all sides. Since it didn't have any teeth or claws, the only attacks it could use were to swallow them whole or to smash its enormous head into them. It was a slow monster, so it was easy to attack and dodge, but it had a tremendous amount of health.<br><br>He kicked away at it, and used palm-strikes to send shock-waves through its body. The wolves gouged out chunks of flesh from its unprotected body, and slowly but surely they chipped away at its life. It was getting weaker, blood dripping from multiple lacerations. It knew it was dying, so it tried to pull itself back into the hole. <span style="font-style: italic;">Oh no you don't. You're not getting away that easily.</span><br><br>He put his fingers together and buried them into the worm's body. He pulled back at the worm, preventing it from escaping while the wolves continued attacking it. His muscles were straining to hold it back, his legs were slowly being dragged across the sand.<br><br>It was difficult but he managed to hold it back long enough for the wolves to kill it. It had taken every ounce of their stamina, but by killing it, they all gained a level. Because it was so big, it took him a long time to extract all the meat he could. He was only half-way in when the body started to disappear. Still he collected a respectable amount. “Identify.”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Desert worm meat<br><br>Meat from a rare type of monster. Prized by chefs for being a high quality ingredient, it can be sold for a high price or cooked by a chef with a high enough skill.<br><br>Tier One cooking material</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>They were too exhausted to keep fighting any longer so they headed back to the city. As he walked through the street he saw a restaurant. It was a big place with seemingly expensive dishes. Since he knew the meat was expensive he sold it to them for four gold. After all, his cooking would only waste the meat.<br><br>Once he got home, he spent the rest of the day sewing and making potions. It was dull and repetitive, but he made significant gains in his skill levels. His tailoring, now at beginner level nine was at a level that he could craft decent clothes for himself.<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>“Highness, you have to stop. It's just not possible.” Daciana begged Fenella to stop. She had been at it for hours. Having run out of potions, she was soon going to be drained of all her Mana.<br><br>“It's alright, I can convert my health to Mana.”<br><br>“That's too dangerous,” Daciana was worried that it would take more than Fenella possessed to undo the curse. She silently kneeled behind Fenella, who was sitting with her legs crossed in a meditative stance. She put her hands on Fenella's back and channelled her Mana into her.<br><br>“I can manage by myself, there's no need for you to do this.”<br><br>“My job is to protect you, even at the cost of my own life.” Fenella smiled slightly at this and went back to removing the curse.<br><br>By sundown, she had finally managed to succeed, though it left both her and Daciana drained of all their Mana, as well as a good chunk of their Hp.<br><br>Now all that was left was for Fenella to take the cursed item the lizardmen stole away from the village. Escorted by Daciana and five lizardmen, she walked a kilometre away from the village and purified it in a fire.<br><br>Having finished the ritual, Fenella turned to Daciana and said, “that takes care of that. Lets head back to the village.”<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>The punitive force made great time, and arrived at the area Circe last saw her killer. Instead of two days, it only took one and a half. They spent hours scouring the area but found no clue as to his whereabouts.<br><br>The priest that accompanied the punitive force then made an announcement. “If we do not find the man you spoke about soon, we will have to turn back.”<br><br>This pissed Circe off to no end. Punitive forces normally had at least a month to return back home. However, they were usually sent after entire tribes of monsters. Sending so many people after one person was almost unheard of, unless they were very, very powerful and very, very evil. The only reason the force was approved was because of Ayrsted's personal connections.<br><br>It was also the reason only one NPC came with them. The church didn't expect the force to find anything during the trek. Since the priest was the representative of the church, he had absolute authority over the force. If he ordered them back, they would have no choice but to follow.<br><br>“Hey, we found something.” One of the adventurers, a level fifty-nine warrior, called out to Circe. “We saw a few lizardmen with two women walking in that direction,” he said while pointing south.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Two women walking side by side with monsters? They know something about him, I'm sure of it.[i] She took the punitive force in the direction of the women. Within minutes they would be upon them, and she would have her answers.<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>As they were walking back to the lizardmen village, Fenella heard the pounding of hooves against the ground. From out of the trees burst a group of people. She could see that they weren't there to make friends. They dismounted and stood before them. The lizardmen readied their spears and took their stance.<br><br>A woman stepped forward. From her garb she seemed to be a mage. She was more handsome than beautiful, with short, cropped hair. “I should introduce myself. My name is Circe, and I'm looking for someone. From your features, I assume you would know who I'm looking for.”<br><br>She gave a short description of the person she was looking for. [i]My god, they're looking for Wraith. Daciana barely has any health and Mana, and I'm not doing much better.</span> “I don't know who you might be referring to, but we're just simple travellers. We can settle this peacefully, I'm not a big fan of violence.<br><br>Circe smiled cruelly, “unfortunately for you, I am.”<br><br>Fenella knew that she didn't have enough Mana to defend herself and Daciana. They might be able to kill most of the people there, but they would undoubtedly lose their lives as a result. She held up a crystal and cast a quick spell, covering the area with light. The light then went into the crystal and stayed inside it.<br><br>When she did this, the punitive force murmured among themselves and wanted to attack, but Circe held them back by saying, “that wasn't an offensive spell.” She turned back towards Fenella. “So you have no more information for us?”<br><br>Fenella didn't say anything to her, but turned to Daciana instead. “Show them the crystal and tell them what happened.” She pressed the crystal into Daciana's hand. She seemed confused at Fenella's actions, but understanding soon dawned upon her face.<br><br>“No, you can't! My job is to guard you, not to be protected.” Circe and the punitive force looked on, not understanding what was happening. They probably thought that since they had no chance of escape, they were saying their goodbyes.<br><br>Fenella smiled sadly at Daciana. “Tell Wraith that I loved him.”<br><br>“NO!” Fenella chanted a spell, engulfing Daciana in light. When it was over, Daciana was gone. The punitive force looked on awe-struck. They had witnessed a teleportation spell. It was something that only very high-level mages could do. Teleportation gates could be used over and over again because there were two fixed locations. The spell she cast had some strict requirements. Because it can be used to travel between any two places that she knew, it required a lot of Mana.<br><br>In fact it used up all her remaining Mana. It was also something that required time to recharge, and as such it can only be used once a day and only when the caster is out of combat. It can also only be used on one person, either on herself or someone else that she knew extremely well.<br><br>“What did you do?” Circe asked this in a low tone, hinting at her anger. She had underestimated Fenella's abilities and it had cost her.<br><br>“Well, since you were going to kill us, I sent my friend to safety.”<br><br>“So since you're still here, I take it that you can't teleport yourself out of here. That was foolish of you.”<br><br>“You're right that I can't teleport myself out of here anymore, but I wouldn't call it foolish. I'd rather call it honourable and noble. Then again, I suppose you wouldn't know what that means, do you?”<br><br>Circe's eyes narrowed at this. She pointed towards Fenella and the few lizardmen surrounding her. “She won't give us and information. Kill her.” At her command the warriors charged at her while the mages readied their spells. The lizardmen met the warriors in combat, while Fenella used the small amount of Mana she recovered to cast a few spells.<br><br>They did their best, but against the face of overwhelming numbers, the lizardmen quickly fell, hacked to pieces by the swords of the warriors. They bought enough time for Fenella to ready her spell. From her hands, black lightning forked into the warriors bodies. The weaker ones died quickly, cooking in their own armor. The stronger ones survived, though their bodies were charred and paralysed.<br><br>She put up a shield to deflect the mages' fireballs, but she couldn't sustain them. The shield was soon broken, letting their attacks through. The few warriors unaffected by her attack closed the distance and slashed at her, splitting her flesh in several places. She threw them back with a basic fireball, but she was hit by a mage's thunderbolt.<br><br>She yelled, gasping with pain as the electricity coursed through her. She fell to the ground, only a small bit of Hp left. Unable to move, she could only watch as Circe walked closer towards her. Circe lifted her hands up, apparently shaping Mana into an attack. She looked down at her with a smirk on her face, intending to ask one last time.<br><br>“If you tell me what I want to know I'll show you some mercy.”<br><br>Fenella couldn't help but laugh at this. “Do you want me to tell you where to stick that mercy of yours?” <br><br>Circe's mouth tightened at that as she brought down her hands. A giant invisible fist hammered down on Fenella's stomach. Her body bent around it as she screamed with pain. Her organs were under immense pressure, he blood vessels threatening to burst. Circe didn't stop at this, but kept slamming her fist down over and over again.<br><br>Fenella couldn't escape or fight back. With no Mana left, she was helpless. All she could do was cry out in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. Before the final attack hammered down, she had but one fleeting thought. <span style="font-style: italic;">I'm sorry Wraith.</span> Her Hp then went to zero, and she let out her last breath.<br><br>Circe looked down at the robe that was left behind. It seemed expensive and well-crafted. The priest that accompanied the punitive force came towards Circe. “We need to get back. The man you are searching for is obviously gone somewhere else. But no need to worry, the Archbishop will be pleased that you dealt with such horrible traitors and heretics.”<br><br>Though she wanted revenge, she knew that she wasn't likely to get it. She had no choice but to forget about him and use this incident to gain reputation with the Church of Freya. “Hey! Leave the robe where it is.” She warned off one of the players in the punitive force. If that man did come by here, he would see the robe and what it meant.<br><br>She rounded up the rest of the players. “Alright everyone, lets get back and get our reward.”<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Wraith was sewing a pair of deer skin pants when he heard a noise. He went out to see that Daciana had appeared. He was going to greet her, when he saw her face. Something was wrong. “What happened?”<br><br>Daciana didn't respond to him, but instead fell to her knees. Wraith went to see if she was injured. “Daciana? Where's Fenella?” When she still didn't say anything, he shook her lightly, his heart in his throat. “Where is Fenella?” Sarin and Vangar had come over when they heard the commotion.<br><br>Wordlessly, she handed over a crystal to him. The crystal disintegrated and light filled the area. The scenery changed to a forest, and Wraith realized that it was an illusion. He saw Fenella facing off against a group of people. As he scanned the faces, he saw that two stood out. One was Ayrsted, the other was the woman that tortured the pack of wolves. They were standing beside a priest of Freya. He quickly realized what this all meant.<br><br>“Daciana, we need to go to her. Where is she?” The thought that she might still be rescued seemed to fill her with life. With Sarin and Vangar in tow, Wraith followed Daciana through the teleportation gate. They ran non-stop for hours. Even though rain started to drizzle down, they trekked through the mud, determined to get to Fenella. Partway through, Wraith had transformed into his werewolf form so that he could run faster and keep up with Daciana.<br><br>Eventually Daciana came to a stop. It was the field he saw from the crystal, but there was no one there. The field was burnt and ruined, filled with deep marks where there were explosions, as well as a deep impression in the ground, as if something had been hammered down on it. Right in the center was a piece of clothing.<br><br>Wraith walked forward, past Daciana who had already broken down crying, and made his way to the cloth. The robe was black with crimson designs. He recognized it since he had seen it so many times before. As he picked it up, he smelled Fenella on it. It was the slight floral scent of lilacs. He could even feel her warmth in it.<br><br>He was filled with pain, his heart feeling as if it had torn in two. There was only one reason her robe was there and she herself wasn't. The woman he had come to care for as a mother had been killed. But they didn't just kill her because she was an enemy, they killed her to get to him. <span style="font-style: italic;">Why?! Why her?!</span><br><br>He wanted to track them down right away, but the rain had washed away their tracks and their scent. All he could do was shake with burning fury and despair. Over and over, he replayed the memories that he had made with her. He remembered her scent, her laugh, her soft smile.<br><br>As he was thinking about how he would never see her again, something snapped deep inside his soul. He had come into this game with a wide-eyed wonder. Now that child-like innocence was lost and broken. He truly understood that this wasn't a game. A game wouldn't give him such pain.<br><br>These thoughts and emotions swirled chaotically in his head. He had always been in control of his emotions, but he had never truly been tested by such a loss. The fragile hold he had held on them broke free, and his feelings overwhelmed him. His eyes brimmed with tears and his face contorted, a gasping sound rising from his throat. The sound steadily grew in volume till he was screaming in pain, though in his form, his scream lengthened and stretched out until it became a howl.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Skill unlocked</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Cloak of Wrath has been learnt</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Shroud of Despair has been learnt</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Sarin and Vangar join him in mourning, as they cried out in loss and grief. While he was spilling his emotions out to the world, he made himself a promise. No matter how long it took, he would find the people that did this and he would make them regret crossing him. <br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Circe was far away from where she had killed that strange-looking woman when she heard the howl of a wolf. It was in the distance, but her spine tingled. It was a predator's cry for vengeance, filled with grief and bloodlust. She didn't know what the wolf was howling for, but she couldn't help but shiver in fear.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=108&amp;t=860" target="_blank">Next Chapter</a></div> </div>

Wraith woke up with a crick in his neck. A hard stone floor was not exactly the most comfortable place to sleep on. | Sleeping on a hard surface did not give a restful sleep. -15 AGI for 2 hours. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | He looked through the window and saw that the sun was high in the air. It appeared that it was around noon. Before he went to Calder, he decided to take stock of what he had gained from the hunting quest. It had been a worthwhile trek for him and his pack. Everyone had gained a few levels, Sarin and Vangar especially. As proof, they were now considerably bigger than the wolves at Serabourg. “Stat window: Sarin.” | Status Window | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Name | Sarin | Alignment | Wild | | Level | 21 | Class | Pack-Wolf | | Title | None | Reputation | 0 | | Health | 320 | Mana | 130 | | Strength | 73 | Agility | 119 | | Stamina | 140 | | | | Wisdom | 8 | Intellect | 12 | | Luck | 0 | Leadership | 0 | | Attack | 35-42 | Defence | 12 | | Magic Resistance | | | | | Fire | 0% | Water | 0% | | Earth | 20% | Black Magic | 0% | | * All stats increase by 50% at night * NPCs might be openly hostile * Can revive from death but with significant penalties * Relationship with other wolves at maximum * Will not be attacked by werewolves unless provoked * Can understand the speech of other monsters * Prohibited from using any form of weaponry * Can spontaneously learn skills not available for other wolves | | | | “Stat window: Vangar.” | Status Window | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Name | Vangar | Alignment | Wild | | Level | 23 | Class | Pack-Wolf | | Title | None | Reputation | 0 | | Health | 375 | Mana | 170 | | Strength | 81 | Agility | 114 | | Stamina | 137 | | | | Wisdom | 11 | Intellect | 10 | | Luck | 0 | Leadership | 0 | | Attack | 39-48 | Defence | 14 | | Magic Resistance | | | | | Fire | 0% | Water | 0% | | Earth | 20% | Black Magic | 0% | | * All stats increase by 50% at night * NPCs might be openly hostile * Can revive from death but with significant penalties * Relationship with other wolves at maximum * Will not be attacked by werewolves unless provoked * Can understand the speech of other monsters * Prohibited from using any form of weaponry * Can spontaneously learn skills not available for other wolves | | | | His pack was progressing nicely. They hadn't learnt any new skills yet, but Wraith had a feeling that they were close to doing so. It seemed that unlike players and other NPCs, their stat points were automatically allocated upon leveling up. Although they had more than doubled in strength since he first met them, they were still lacking. He needed to train them more so that they could put up a good fight if and when they came with him. He still didn't know if they would be summoned alongside him when he was teleported away for the test, but there was no harm in preparing anyway. He himself had made great gains for his character. He was still pretty weak level-wise, but with his overly-inflated stats he was easily on par with a level 100 warrior. It was a sort of compensation for the weaknesses in his class. In return for being hated and feared by the other races in the land, he had gained great strength instead. While his stats were progressing nicely, now that he had decided to put the stats he gained from levelling up into agility and strength. Those were the two most important stats that he had. Speed was paramount for him, so he placed three out of five of his unassigned stat points into agility and two into strength. He knew that Calder would be waiting for him, so he decided to go to him to finish the quest. Sarin and Vangar slowly woke up and went with him. He didn't know if Calder would be at the training area or somewhere else, so he went to Fenella to find out. He saw that she was sitting at a table, writing in a book with a cup of tea placed beside her. “Um, Mother.” He was still getting used to calling her by that. “Do you know where Calder would be at this time?” “He should be home. It's the building to the left of the training area.” “Ah, thank you.” He quickly made his way through the streets and into Calder's house. He was sitting and eating a meal when he walked through the open door. Calder looked up, surprised to see him. “What's up? Did you decide to bail on the quest?” “No, I've finished” “Already? I was sure it would have taken you another day or so.” Calder seemed pleased with his speed. After all, clearing out a group of forty people with three fighters would usually take many skirmishes. “Did I need to bring back something to prove their death? Because I have the loot they left behind.” “I trust you, so you don't need to worry about that.” | Quest Complete!Punishing the PoachersAlthough they slaughtered hundreds of creatures for no good reason, they were quickly put down before they could do serious damage to the local ecosystem.Level up!Level up! | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | With the two levels he gained from the quest, he was now at level forty-three. “So is there anything else you need me to do?” “Sorry, we haven't received any requests. You're going to have to find something else to do.” Since there was nothing more he could do for Calder, he went back home. Upon arriving, he saw Fenella talking with Daciana. He hadn't seen her since he first got to Jorenheim, so he was understandably surprised. It seemed that she was stunned at his appearance, just like everyone else he had met. “Wraith, I'm glad you're back so soon. I'm afraid I need to go away for a while. A tribe of lizardmen have been afflicted with a strong curse and they need me to go and help them.” Since Fenella was the most powerful priestess, the curse must have been quite powerful to call for her service. “Do you need me to go with you?” Although she was powerful, removing a major curse would leave her vulnerable. “Daciana will accompany me so there's no need to worry. However, there's a slight chance that it'll take longer than a few days. I might not be back till after you have gone. That's why I made you this. It has the skills I intended on teaching you personally.” “Well let me just say something if I don't see you before I leave.” He took a deep breath before speaking. “Thank you for everything you've done for me. What you've given me can't be repaid easily, but I'll do whatever I can to make it up to you. In such a short amount of time, you've become very important to me. You mean more to me than I thought you would.” He said this nervously, stumbling over some of the more embarrassing parts. She came forward and wrapped her arms around him. It was a long hug, filled with all the feelings she held towards him. When she let go, she smiled tenderly at him, eyes filled with warmth and love. “When your test is over, perhaps you can spend some time relaxing with me.” “I'd like that.” Having said all he needed to, he bid her farewell and watched her leave through a portal. After he saw Fenella and Daciana leave, he let Sarin and Vangar go out to run and play by themselves. Instead of fighting, he decided to work on his alchemy and his tailoring. He had three hundred seventy-eight animal pelts and hides in total. He also had eighty-three basic fabrics and cloth. With that much material he could vastly improve his tailoring. For alchemy he had hundreds of bones, plants, and even minerals that he had collected from the settlement. He decided to work on his alchemy first, so he went about grinding the bones down based on the animal. Or at least, he tried to grind it down. The mortar and pestle he had were too small for the job. He decided to go to Tahlia's to purchase some equipment. He only had a few vials for his potions anyway. When he stepped inside Tahlia's shop, he wasn't sure how he would be received. Since Tahlia said that she had given him all the instructions that he needed, he didn't know if she would be mad at him for coming back. It seemed that he didn't have to worry about that, since she greeted him cordially. “You're back. So did alchemy become so difficult that you had to come to me for advice?” “Not yet it hasn't. I just came for equipment and materials. I need a better mortar and pestle, and a couple of vials too.” “Okay, just tell me what you have so far.” He opened his backpack and showed her the ten empty vials, the basic mortar and pestle and the pot he used to brew his potions in. She took one look at it and immediately threw them all out. “What are you doing?!” He was seriously pissed off that she would toss all his equipment away. “Listen,” she said with a severe expression. “Alchemy is both an art and a science. If you use shoddy tools, you're doing yourself and your craft a disservice.” She sighed and shook her head. “When I let you go I thought you already knew the basics. Wait right here.” She went behind the curtain. He could hear rattling and clinking as she gathered things from the back room. When she came out, she had a large box in her hands. “Here are a proper set of vials. There are fifty of them in total. I've also included some glassware that you'll need in the future. There's a mortar and pestle that has been magically enhanced, as well as a proper cast-iron cauldron. You could also use it for cooking.” “That looks pretty expensive.” “That's because it is expensive. Normally I'd ask for twenty gold, but since you are my apprentice, I'll give it to you at half price.” “I can't thank you enough for this.” Though she was sour and kind of snooty, Wraith was touched that she could be so generous. She harrumphed and then slid a book towards him. “This will make your life a little easier. It's a comprehensive book of alchemy. Most of it is your basic potion-making, but there's a small chapter on transmutation.” Grateful for the gifts that she gave him he thanked her profusely. Of course she just snorted and waved him away. When he got home, he put those gifts to work. Within fifteen minutes he had ground up all the bones into powder and sorted them based on the animal it came from. He mixed each type of bone with water and then drank it. It didn't taste that bad. It actually had a meaty flavour. Now, it wasn't something he loved to drink, but he could tolerate it. At first he wasn't sure if it would work. The identification skill could only give a small amount of information, and that tended to be for finished products. The herbology skill was more detailed for crafting items, but that was only for plants and it didn't give specific knowledge on the use in potions. Still, Tahlia did hint at them helping him identify the value of alchemical reagents. | Learned True Insight sub-skill of Identification | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | “Information: True Insight.” | True InsightA sub-skill of the Identification skill, which con only be learnt if Alchemical Transmutation and the Herbology skill have already been acquired. Requires leveling the Identification skill to beginner level 5 to raise the skill level beyond Intermediate 1. Requires leveling the Identification skill to Intermediate level 1 to master the skill. Beginner skill levels allow for insight into making tier three and lower potions. Intermediate levels allow for insight into making tier two potions and materials. Mastering the skill gives complete insight including for rare and unique creations. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | This was a very useful skill for him. Even though Tahlia sent him with little to no information, without this skill he would likely have been bumbling around without making much progress. Since it was a sub-skill it would require much less experience to level up, but its dependency on the Identification skill meant that he would have to level that up first. The first thing he did was to use True Insight on every single bone, pelt, plant and mineral that he had. Several types of materials did not have value in alchemy, but he did find out that the ground bone had varying effects on Hp and strength. They were by far one of the more common materials, which explained why they could only make basic potions. I could start making potions right now, but with my level of skill I wouldn't be able to use all the materials properly. What he decided to do was to save up the tier two and higher materials until he had leveled up his skills, and used up the materials that could only be used to create tier three potions immediately. By doing this he ended up with fifty potions that would restore health as well as give a temporary boost to strength. By the end of all this, he had raised his Alchemical Transmutation skill to level 3, his Herbology skill to level four, his True Insight skill to level 5 and had made some gains in the Identification skill as well. He was making good progress on his alchemical-related skills, so he decided to shift focus to tailoring. He separated the materials based on their quality. He took the basic cloth and fur first and started to sew shirts and pants. | Worn-out Cotton ShirtDurability: 2/5Defense: 1A shirt made from the lowest quality material by an unskilled tailor. Prone to spontaneously falling apart at the seams.-10 Attractiveness | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Torn PantsDurability: 2/5Defense: 1Pants made from the lowest quality material by an unskilled tailor. Better suited as a dishrag.-10 Attractiveness | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | They may not have been suitable for wearing, but they did give him experience in the skill. He kept making low-quality clothes for hours. By sundown, he had created several dozen different items of clothing, all made from cheap, low-quality wool or cotton. Not even a beginner would want to wear them. He did however raise his skill level to level three. He had a little time left, so he went to the general store to sell them off. A short, slightly pudgy man was sweeping the floor with a broom. He wore glasses and had a kind, but plain face. When he saw Wraith he started. He stammered out a greeting. “H-hello, we-we're going to close up soon.” “That's fine, I'm just here to sell some of my items.” The shopkeeper went behind the counter while Wraith piled a mountain of clothes on it. “U-um, for this I can only give you t-ten silvers.” He squeaked out that last part, as if afraid that Wraith would harm him for not giving more money than that. While he did want to sell the items for a higher price, Wraith knew that his skill had degraded the quality of the items. If had just sold the materials by itself, he could have gotten two or three times that. Wraith sighed to himself, Tailoring is an expensive skill to learn. “That's fine, do you buy potions too?” “Y-yes we do, what do you have?” Wraith placed thirty of his health and strength potions before the shopkeeper. His eyes lit up when he saw what the potions could do. “These potions are incredible, they must have been made from troll blood. I'll pay twenty gold for the bunch.” His excitement overrode his earlier fear. Because of Wraith's special alchemical skills, he could make better potions with lower-quality materials than other alchemists. What the shopkeeper thought was made from ice troll blood was actually a concoction of ground up bones and plants. Wraith walked out of the store with a considerably lighter pack and more money in his pocket. He walked home and then promptly fell asleep. Sarin and Vangar were by his side, tuckered out from playing. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning Wraith decided to go hunting. Alchemy and tailoring was all well and good, but it couldn't give him the rush of euphoria that he only got from running his prey into the ground and ending their life. He headed over to see Calder first. As expected, he was performing his daily routines. When Calder took a break from practising, Wraith headed towards him to ask about good hunting areas. “A lot of the monsters in our realm are stronger than usual. There is one place you could go, but it wouldn't be easy.” “That's fine. An easy victory is an empty victory.” After listening to Calder's directions, he left the city, Sarin and Vangar in tow. It took a bit of walking, but after an hour, they were able to make it to an arid field. Unlike the loose sand he saw before, the area he was in had packed dirt, with some dry grass sprouting out. In the middle of the field was a giant snake. It was easily ten metres long, and as thick as a log. Unlike typical snakes, its head was more like a dragon's. Filled with long, sharp teeth and such big brown scales, it was a fearsome enemy. Since it was a snake, there was the chance of it spitting poison. As such, he ordered Sarin and Vangar to circle around and avoid the head. Seeing Wraith and his pack, the serpent hissed menacingly. They were only about four metres away from it when the serpent raised its head up two metres from the ground. Making the first move, Wraith dashed forwards. The serpent struck as well, its giant head rocketing forwards to swallow Wraith up. With his high agility, Wraith was able to duck beneath the open jaws and give it a strong uppercut. The force of the blow slammed the lower jaw against the upper and threw the head back. The wolves didn't stand around, but instead bit and clawed at it. It wasn't an easy opponent to have. Because of its scales, Wraith and his pack's teeth and claws couldn't penetrate it. Instead they danced around it, the wolves distracting and dragging its attention away while Wraith took each opportunity to pummel it with his arms and legs. They had learned that the snake did indeed have poison. It was highly toxic and corrosive, eating away the flesh. Wraith only got a drop of it on his skin, but it took away ten percent of his health. This is getting too dangerous. Wraith needed to find another advantage over the beast. When he dodged the next strike, he used his claws. He may not have been able to pierce the flesh, but there were no scales covering the eyes. Unprotected, the eyes were slashed apart. The serpent whined shrilly at the pain of being blinded. Wraith smiled to himself. This here is its weakness. Each time he got in range, he put his fingers together and stabbed right into the eye socket. Blood coated his arm and the serpent's head, but he kept at it. He wrapped his legs around its neck and sat behind its head. He was slammed into the ground repeatedly, but he didn't let up on his attack. He kept stabbing at its eyes, gouging out flesh until he reached the small reptilian brain. After several thrusts, it shuddered and then lay still. With the serpent dead, Wraith let out a breath of relief. | Level Up! | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | He didn't waste any time as he set out to skin the monster. He couldn't use his claws, so he brought out a hunting knife. It was far sharper and more durable, so it was able to pierce the skin. It took a few minutes, but he got all the skin off. He then carved into the head. He took out all the fangs, and then cut around searching for the poison sac. When he found it, he cut it out gently and put it in a large glass jar. | You have learned the Skinning and Butchering skill | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | Whenever he skinned and butchered an animal before, he only gained a fraction of the usable materials. Since Royal Road gave out skills based on how often an action was taken, a skill was made for him. “Information: Skinning and Butchering.” | Skinning and ButcheringPassiveIncreases the amount of viable material extracted from a corpse.* 60% of extracted skin can be used * 50% of extracted meat can be used * 40% of extracted bones and other other organs can be used | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | After feasting on their kill, Wraith separated the rest of the meat and the bones and put them in his pack. After a short rest, they searched for more enemies. They found other serpents near by, but they were smaller and weaker than the first. They were easily able to slaughter them. After several hours of continuous fighting, they decided to head back home. There was still plenty of daylight left, so Wraith decided to improve his crafting skills. He kept sewing until he had used up about twenty pelts. This got him to level seven. Normally it would take longer for players to develop such skills, but because he already studied how to properly make clothes instead of relying solely on the skill, his clothes were better and gave more experience. Unfortunately he didn't have the handicraft skill. Not only would it help with crafting, it would also help him increase his attack power. Since he didn't have a crafting class, he couldn't learn the skill. He would be forced to rely on other means to improve his skills and combat abilities. The only guaranteed method was hard work and determination, and that he had in spades. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Fenella was exhausted. She had spent an entire day trying to figure out a way to dispel the curse afflicting the lizardmen. It was difficult and extremely complex, but she had finally cracked it. This wasn't the typical curse that could have been removed with a wave of the hand, this was one that affected the entire tribe, leaving them barren and impotent. To remove such a curse meant coming up with the singular combination of sigils and magical chants to remove it. Though they were fools to raid the temple of one of the ancient goddesses, she still had to help them out. With the curse cracked, all that remained was to put it into effect. It was going to take a few hours and all her Mana to remove the curse, so she went to sleep for the night. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- There were only about six days left before Wraith was summoned away, so he had to make the most of it. Quests tended to give a lot of experience, but he didn't think that he had enough time to do one. He was forced to rely on grinding to get stronger. As a result, he and his pack went back to the hunting grounds they were at the day before. There were the same monsters that he saw there before, but they weren't a real challenge since they had gotten used to fighting them. He explored the area, moving away from the safe hunting grounds he had already verified. From what Calder said, this realm was host to any number of powerful beasts. Most of them would be beyond his capability to fight, but if he didn't take a risk, he wouldn't be rewarded. He set Sarin and Vangar to sensing enemies, while he led the group forwards. They walked for an hour through the hot sands, not seeing any enemies. They were about to give up when they saw a hole in the ground. <There's something down there.> Vangar said this in an uncharacteristically concerned tone of voice. <It smells...big.> Sarin was uneasy as well. They were quite good at judging the strength of their opponent. Owing to their wild nature, they had an innate sense for these things. Wraith trusted their instincts so he approached the hole carefully. He heard a rushing sound come up from the bottom of the hole. “Get back!” he yelled to the wolves. The edge of the hole burst up. Sand came raining down on their heads as a giant worm extended its head out of the hole. It was featureless, without eyes or ears. All it had was a circular mouth almost a metre wide in the middle of its head. It was covered completely in pink and brown skin, with small tentacles covering the body, likely used for sensing prey. “Okay everyone, lets tear this thing to pieces.” They all ran at it, attacking it from all sides. Since it didn't have any teeth or claws, the only attacks it could use were to swallow them whole or to smash its enormous head into them. It was a slow monster, so it was easy to attack and dodge, but it had a tremendous amount of health. He kicked away at it, and used palm-strikes to send shock-waves through its body. The wolves gouged out chunks of flesh from its unprotected body, and slowly but surely they chipped away at its life. It was getting weaker, blood dripping from multiple lacerations. It knew it was dying, so it tried to pull itself back into the hole. Oh no you don't. You're not getting away that easily. He put his fingers together and buried them into the worm's body. He pulled back at the worm, preventing it from escaping while the wolves continued attacking it. His muscles were straining to hold it back, his legs were slowly being dragged across the sand. It was difficult but he managed to hold it back long enough for the wolves to kill it. It had taken every ounce of their stamina, but by killing it, they all gained a level. Because it was so big, it took him a long time to extract all the meat he could. He was only half-way in when the body started to disappear. Still he collected a respectable amount. “Identify.” | Desert worm meatMeat from a rare type of monster. Prized by chefs for being a high quality ingredient, it can be sold for a high price or cooked by a chef with a high enough skill.Tier One cooking material | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | They were too exhausted to keep fighting any longer so they headed back to the city. As he walked through the street he saw a restaurant. It was a big place with seemingly expensive dishes. Since he knew the meat was expensive he sold it to them for four gold. After all, his cooking would only waste the meat. Once he got home, he spent the rest of the day sewing and making potions. It was dull and repetitive, but he made significant gains in his skill levels. His tailoring, now at beginner level nine was at a level that he could craft decent clothes for himself. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Highness, you have to stop. It's just not possible.” Daciana begged Fenella to stop. She had been at it for hours. Having run out of potions, she was soon going to be drained of all her Mana. “It's alright, I can convert my health to Mana.” “That's too dangerous,” Daciana was worried that it would take more than Fenella possessed to undo the curse. She silently kneeled behind Fenella, who was sitting with her legs crossed in a meditative stance. She put her hands on Fenella's back and channelled her Mana into her. “I can manage by myself, there's no need for you to do this.” “My job is to protect you, even at the cost of my own life.” Fenella smiled slightly at this and went back to removing the curse. By sundown, she had finally managed to succeed, though it left both her and Daciana drained of all their Mana, as well as a good chunk of their Hp. Now all that was left was for Fenella to take the cursed item the lizardmen stole away from the village. Escorted by Daciana and five lizardmen, she walked a kilometre away from the village and purified it in a fire. Having finished the ritual, Fenella turned to Daciana and said, “that takes care of that. Lets head back to the village.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The punitive force made great time, and arrived at the area Circe last saw her killer. Instead of two days, it only took one and a half. They spent hours scouring the area but found no clue as to his whereabouts. The priest that accompanied the punitive force then made an announcement. “If we do not find the man you spoke about soon, we will have to turn back.” This pissed Circe off to no end. Punitive forces normally had at least a month to return back home. However, they were usually sent after entire tribes of monsters. Sending so many people after one person was almost unheard of, unless they were very, very powerful and very, very evil. The only reason the force was approved was because of Ayrsted's personal connections. It was also the reason only one NPC came with them. The church didn't expect the force to find anything during the trek. Since the priest was the representative of the church, he had absolute authority over the force. If he ordered them back, they would have no choice but to follow. “Hey, we found something.” One of the adventurers, a level fifty-nine warrior, called out to Circe. “We saw a few lizardmen with two women walking in that direction,” he said while pointing south. Two women walking side by side with monsters? They know something about him, I'm sure of it.[i] She took the punitive force in the direction of the women. Within minutes they would be upon them, and she would have her answers. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As they were walking back to the lizardmen village, Fenella heard the pounding of hooves against the ground. From out of the trees burst a group of people. She could see that they weren't there to make friends. They dismounted and stood before them. The lizardmen readied their spears and took their stance. A woman stepped forward. From her garb she seemed to be a mage. She was more handsome than beautiful, with short, cropped hair. “I should introduce myself. My name is Circe, and I'm looking for someone. From your features, I assume you would know who I'm looking for.” She gave a short description of the person she was looking for. [i]My god, they're looking for Wraith. Daciana barely has any health and Mana, and I'm not doing much better. “I don't know who you might be referring to, but we're just simple travellers. We can settle this peacefully, I'm not a big fan of violence. Circe smiled cruelly, “unfortunately for you, I am.” Fenella knew that she didn't have enough Mana to defend herself and Daciana. They might be able to kill most of the people there, but they would undoubtedly lose their lives as a result. She held up a crystal and cast a quick spell, covering the area with light. The light then went into the crystal and stayed inside it. When she did this, the punitive force murmured among themselves and wanted to attack, but Circe held them back by saying, “that wasn't an offensive spell.” She turned back towards Fenella. “So you have no more information for us?” Fenella didn't say anything to her, but turned to Daciana instead. “Show them the crystal and tell them what happened.” She pressed the crystal into Daciana's hand. She seemed confused at Fenella's actions, but understanding soon dawned upon her face. “No, you can't! My job is to guard you, not to be protected.” Circe and the punitive force looked on, not understanding what was happening. They probably thought that since they had no chance of escape, they were saying their goodbyes. Fenella smiled sadly at Daciana. “Tell Wraith that I loved him.” “NO!” Fenella chanted a spell, engulfing Daciana in light. When it was over, Daciana was gone. The punitive force looked on awe-struck. They had witnessed a teleportation spell. It was something that only very high-level mages could do. Teleportation gates could be used over and over again because there were two fixed locations. The spell she cast had some strict requirements. Because it can be used to travel between any two places that she knew, it required a lot of Mana. In fact it used up all her remaining Mana. It was also something that required time to recharge, and as such it can only be used once a day and only when the caster is out of combat. It can also only be used on one person, either on herself or someone else that she knew extremely well. “What did you do?” Circe asked this in a low tone, hinting at her anger. She had underestimated Fenella's abilities and it had cost her. “Well, since you were going to kill us, I sent my friend to safety.” “So since you're still here, I take it that you can't teleport yourself out of here. That was foolish of you.” “You're right that I can't teleport myself out of here anymore, but I wouldn't call it foolish. I'd rather call it honourable and noble. Then again, I suppose you wouldn't know what that means, do you?” Circe's eyes narrowed at this. She pointed towards Fenella and the few lizardmen surrounding her. “She won't give us and information. Kill her.” At her command the warriors charged at her while the mages readied their spells. The lizardmen met the warriors in combat, while Fenella used the small amount of Mana she recovered to cast a few spells. They did their best, but against the face of overwhelming numbers, the lizardmen quickly fell, hacked to pieces by the swords of the warriors. They bought enough time for Fenella to ready her spell. From her hands, black lightning forked into the warriors bodies. The weaker ones died quickly, cooking in their own armor. The stronger ones survived, though their bodies were charred and paralysed. She put up a shield to deflect the mages' fireballs, but she couldn't sustain them. The shield was soon broken, letting their attacks through. The few warriors unaffected by her attack closed the distance and slashed at her, splitting her flesh in several places. She threw them back with a basic fireball, but she was hit by a mage's thunderbolt. She yelled, gasping with pain as the electricity coursed through her. She fell to the ground, only a small bit of Hp left. Unable to move, she could only watch as Circe walked closer towards her. Circe lifted her hands up, apparently shaping Mana into an attack. She looked down at her with a smirk on her face, intending to ask one last time. “If you tell me what I want to know I'll show you some mercy.” Fenella couldn't help but laugh at this. “Do you want me to tell you where to stick that mercy of yours?” Circe's mouth tightened at that as she brought down her hands. A giant invisible fist hammered down on Fenella's stomach. Her body bent around it as she screamed with pain. Her organs were under immense pressure, he blood vessels threatening to burst. Circe didn't stop at this, but kept slamming her fist down over and over again. Fenella couldn't escape or fight back. With no Mana left, she was helpless. All she could do was cry out in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. Before the final attack hammered down, she had but one fleeting thought. I'm sorry Wraith. Her Hp then went to zero, and she let out her last breath. Circe looked down at the robe that was left behind. It seemed expensive and well-crafted. The priest that accompanied the punitive force came towards Circe. “We need to get back. The man you are searching for is obviously gone somewhere else. But no need to worry, the Archbishop will be pleased that you dealt with such horrible traitors and heretics.” Though she wanted revenge, she knew that she wasn't likely to get it. She had no choice but to forget about him and use this incident to gain reputation with the Church of Freya. “Hey! Leave the robe where it is.” She warned off one of the players in the punitive force. If that man did come by here, he would see the robe and what it meant. She rounded up the rest of the players. “Alright everyone, lets get back and get our reward.” ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wraith was sewing a pair of deer skin pants when he heard a noise. He went out to see that Daciana had appeared. He was going to greet her, when he saw her face. Something was wrong. “What happened?” Daciana didn't respond to him, but instead fell to her knees. Wraith went to see if she was injured. “Daciana? Where's Fenella?” When she still didn't say anything, he shook her lightly, his heart in his throat. “Where is Fenella?” Sarin and Vangar had come over when they heard the commotion. Wordlessly, she handed over a crystal to him. The crystal disintegrated and light filled the area. The scenery changed to a forest, and Wraith realized that it was an illusion. He saw Fenella facing off against a group of people. As he scanned the faces, he saw that two stood out. One was Ayrsted, the other was the woman that tortured the pack of wolves. They were standing beside a priest of Freya. He quickly realized what this all meant. “Daciana, we need to go to her. Where is she?” The thought that she might still be rescued seemed to fill her with life. With Sarin and Vangar in tow, Wraith followed Daciana through the teleportation gate. They ran non-stop for hours. Even though rain started to drizzle down, they trekked through the mud, determined to get to Fenella. Partway through, Wraith had transformed into his werewolf form so that he could run faster and keep up with Daciana. Eventually Daciana came to a stop. It was the field he saw from the crystal, but there was no one there. The field was burnt and ruined, filled with deep marks where there were explosions, as well as a deep impression in the ground, as if something had been hammered down on it. Right in the center was a piece of clothing. Wraith walked forward, past Daciana who had already broken down crying, and made his way to the cloth. The robe was black with crimson designs. He recognized it since he had seen it so many times before. As he picked it up, he smelled Fenella on it. It was the slight floral scent of lilacs. He could even feel her warmth in it. He was filled with pain, his heart feeling as if it had torn in two. There was only one reason her robe was there and she herself wasn't. The woman he had come to care for as a mother had been killed. But they didn't just kill her because she was an enemy, they killed her to get to him. Why?! Why her?! He wanted to track them down right away, but the rain had washed away their tracks and their scent. All he could do was shake with burning fury and despair. Over and over, he replayed the memories that he had made with her. He remembered her scent, her laugh, her soft smile. As he was thinking about how he would never see her again, something snapped deep inside his soul. He had come into this game with a wide-eyed wonder. Now that child-like innocence was lost and broken. He truly understood that this wasn't a game. A game wouldn't give him such pain. These thoughts and emotions swirled chaotically in his head. He had always been in control of his emotions, but he had never truly been tested by such a loss. The fragile hold he had held on them broke free, and his feelings overwhelmed him. His eyes brimmed with tears and his face contorted, a gasping sound rising from his throat. The sound steadily grew in volume till he was screaming in pain, though in his form, his scream lengthened and stretched out until it became a howl. | Skill unlocked | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Cloak of Wrath has been learnt | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Shroud of Despair has been learnt | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | Sarin and Vangar join him in mourning, as they cried out in loss and grief. While he was spilling his emotions out to the world, he made himself a promise. No matter how long it took, he would find the people that did this and he would make them regret crossing him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Circe was far away from where she had killed that strange-looking woman when she heard the howl of a wolf. It was in the distance, but her spine tingled. It was a predator's cry for vengeance, filled with grief and bloodlust. She didn't know what the wolf was howling for, but she couldn't help but shiver in fear. [Next Chapter](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=108&t=860)

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Bolts of lightning sparked through the air. It was the third day of training, and Wraith was up against a horde of glass-like golems. They were electrified, able to cause massive damage quickly. However as compensation for the damage they could inflict, they had very low defence.<br><br>They all swarmed together, forcing him to destroy as many as possible, as quickly as possible before he got killed. There was no way to dodge the attacks, so all he could do was to endure.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Form of the Wolf-King has reached beginner level 5</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Claws of the Beast has reached beginner level 4</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Loki's Blessing has reached beginner level 5<br>Chains can be unlocked and used as a tool-'Unchained'/'Chained' only in Form of the Wolf-King<br>Mana consumption: 5 Mp</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>He didn't have the time to test out his new ability, so he ignored the system messages for now. After several kicks, as well as well-placed knee and elbow strikes, he had finally cleared the corridor. Since he was down to twelve percent health, he bandaged himself up and drank a potion to restore some Hp. <span style="font-style: italic;">If I barely survived with twelve percent Hp against the low-level mobs, I need a plan to get the boss.</span><br><br>For Wraith, this was the worst type of enemy to have. He was confident against melee fighters, and those with physical attacks, but when it came to magical attacks he had no resistance whatsoever. <span style="font-style: italic;">I wonder...</span> “Unchained.”<br><br>Instantly, the chains that were wrapped around his arms unlocked and fell down. They were still attached to the shackles on the wrist, giving him the appearance of an escaped convict. He tested the chains out, spinning and swinging them around. They were completely unsuited for attacking with, since they were as light as a ribbon, but for his purposes they would do quite well.<br><br>Once he was at full health and stamina, he went into the boss' room. This time there were a few glass pillars located around the arena. As expected, a giant glass golem rose from the ground. This golem had a wide-area attack, sending many lightning bolts in all directions.<br><br>Wraith was prepared for this, so he spun the chains in a circle. Though it didn't eliminate the damage completely, it did reduce it considerably. When the attack stopped, he ran forward. The golem then put his hands up and shot his basic lightening bolt at him.<br><br>It just missed him, but it struck the pillar behind him. He knew that those pillars were a danger, and he was right. Upon striking the pillar, the lightning split and forked, a few striking him in his unprotected back.<br><br>Fortunately, the attacks were reduced in power from the splitting, so he got off with just a bit of burned flesh. As he made his way closer, he got struck more often, but he was able to get close enough to launch a kick. At such close range he had to sacrifice some of his health, but he was able to destroy it fairly quickly.<br><br>Having finally defeated the enemy, he left the dungeon. When he came out, he saw Calder training Sarin and Vangar. Obviously he couldn't teach them techniques, but he let them get used to fighting against humanoid enemies. At the sight of Wraith, the two wolves bounded over to him, concerned about his injuries.<br><br>“Don't worry, these will soon heal up. Calder, thanks for teaching them.” He wanted to take them with him, but he knew that as they were, they wouldn't be able to survive the training.<br><br>“No problem, their innate battle sense is good, they just need more experience.”<br><br>Wraith had to agree. They were still quite young, so they had yet to experience true battle. “Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow.” Having said his goodbyes to Calder, he took his pack back to Versailles. It was Fenella that suggested this. She pointed out how they were wild animals, and not pets or familiars.<br><br>Taking her advice, he took them to the forest. For the entire day they ran and hunted, as predators looking for prey.<br><br>They ran through the woods searching for a herd of deer. Wraith had another reason for hunting with them. He wanted them to forget about the pain of their loss, if only temporarily. He knew that the deaths they saw would remain in the back of their minds for some time yet, but they were born as predators.<br><br>They would grieve for the loss, but they would move on. They knew that all things would eventually return to the earth. All they could do was focus on the living. It take a while, but Wraith was determined to see them filled with joy and life as they went on the hunt. As the leader it was his duty to see to not only physical needs of his pack, but the emotional needs as well.<br><br>Though they were hunting, what they did was completely different from the actions of the woman they met the day before. They were always mindful of what they killed, making sure to eat what they killed, and Wraith would collect the fur and bones for use in alchemy and tailoring. By the end of the day, Wraith had several pelts and bones, while the wolves gained a few levels.<br><br>In between the hunts, they also spent several hours mock-fighting against him. Through this they also improved their coordination and teamwork. They gained a better understanding of their packmates' abilities, as well as their weaknesses.<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>The following day, he woke up and went for his training, worried about the new enemies he would have to face. This time there were stone golems with fire between their joints. They didn't have any special magic attacks like the wood and glass golems. Instead they each had a big stone club, with heat coming off them in waves.<br><br>It was made to test the limits of his strength and ingenuity. He couldn't defeat it with brute strength, as every hit he gave would burn his limbs on contact. He had to make use of his new ability to swing a chain around a golem's neck or arm.<br><br>These golems attacked in small groups of three or four, so he had to wrap the chains around two of them and send them crashing into each other. As they were tangled up in each others limbs, he struck them with powerful kicks. Even though he also took damage from his attacks, he had no other choice if he wanted to defeat them.<br><br>Through the use of bandages he survived long enough to destroy all the golems in the dungeon. After recovering for a bit, he went into the boss' room. This time there were holes in the ground, from where a mist sprayed out from.<br><br>He didn't know for sure, but given the nature of the golem, he suspected that it was natural gas. It made sense, since up to this point the terrain served to augment the boss' attacks.<br><br>As this ran through his mind the boss showed up, rising from the centre of the arena. Unlike its minions who were only cloaked in flames, it could shoot off actual fireballs. Needless to say, fireballs and natural gas were not a good combination.<br><br>They were slower than the lightning bolts of the day before, but when they ignited the natural gas, the explosion was several metres wide, occasionally igniting the nearby vents as well. Besides burning him the blast also knocked him off his feet, leaving him vulnerable to further attacks.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Before I do anything I have to seal that attack.</span> The fireball came from the golem's arms, so all he had to do was aim it away from him. With that in mind his whipped the chains around, building up speed as he ran towards the golem. When he was within range he swung the chains around the golem's wrists and pulled them together.<br><br>With it being unable to attack with its fireballs, and the club chained together with its arms, Wraith pulled it down. It was too heavy for him to pick up and toss easily, so he had to figure out another way to defeat it.<br><br>Instead, he dragged it around, slowly spinning in a circle. After getting some momentum, he loosened the chains. The now free golem, slid near a gas vent. When it tried to get up, the flames from its joints ignited the gas. As it was in the middle of the explosion, the golem was blown away.<br><br>It may have had fire in its body, but it didn't have 100% fire resistance. The resulting shockwave did the rest of the damages, shattering its body. The fragments of its body rained down on Wraith, as he left towards the teleportation circle.<br><br>After leaving the dungeon, he gathered Vangar and Sarin and went to hunt with them again. They weren't like dogs that enjoyed being in an enclosed space with stone walls. They needed to get back to nature.<br><br>They ran through the forest, searching for enemies. His sense of smell and hearing weren't as developed as actual wolves, so he was forced to develop his observational skills.<br><br>He looked for tracks left in the ground, as well as fur that had rubbed off on the trees. Unfortunately, there wasn't a skill that could be used to increase observational skills, so he had to rely on hard work and his innate abilities instead.<br><br>This time around, they went after more powerful game. Instead of going after herds of deer, they went after bears. They relied on both Wraith's eyes and Vangar's nose to find a small gathering of bears. After looking around for a while they had managed to find and corner an older bear. It was stronger than what Sarin and Vangar could normally handle, but they fought against it as a group.<br><br>Wraith led the attack, sending Sarin and Vangar to surround it and nip at its heels. They distracted it and lightly attacked it, while Wraith went for the vitals, aiming to kill it. He didn't kill it right away. Instead he let Sarin and Vangar get their attacks in. When it seemed like the fight was going to turn, Wraith stepped in and tore the throat out himself.<br><br>By the end of the day, the wolves had gained a few levels and Wraith had a few new pelts to make clothes with. Tired from all the tracking and hunting, they went back to Jorenheim to get some rest.<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>The following day, he woke up filled with anticipation. The past four days had been in preparation for this final trial. If he could get through this, he would be richly rewarded for all the time and effort he put in.<br><br>&lt;When you finish we'll go hunting again.&gt; Vangar wasn't the least bit worried about him. Having seen him fight, he had the utmost confidence in Wraith's ability.<br><br>&lt;Be careful.&gt; Sarin was more worried about him, regardless of his combat ability. She tended to fuss over him like a worried sister.<br><br>“Just a bit of a heads-up, the last trial isn't like the others. The slightest mistake could be fatal.” Calder said this seriously. It was strange since he usually spoke in a laughing, playful tone. If he said it was dangerous, he must have really meant it.<br><br>Though his heart beat with trepidation, he walked into the dungeon. This time, there was no corridor. Behind him, the door disappeared. He was left in a large circular room with no exit or entrance. It was similar to the boss' room from the earlier times he went into the dungeon.<br><br>Sure enough, a golem rose from the floor. He had been prepared for a big, hulking giant, but what he saw was a very humanoid shape, about as tall as he was. It was made of dull, grey steel and had a two-handed sword in its hands.<br><br>It crouched over slightly, and then dashed over to him. “Form of the Wolf-King.” He barely had time to activate his skill when it attacked him. He managed to dodge by a hairs-breadth, though he couldn't escape a shallow cut on his muzzle.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">So it sacrificed strength and durability for speed.</span> Unlike the big hulking giants he fought before in the dungeon, this one was agile. It could dodge and parry his attacks, as well as slip some in of its own.<br><br>Regardless of this fact, it was still considerably slower than him. He waited for the golem to swing its blade, and would counter with a strike of his own. Because of its smaller size, it was damaged more easily than the previous bosses. Within a few minutes he had defeated it.<br><br>Immediately after it fell, another golem rose up from the ground. Unlike the previous one, this golem seemed to be made out of rubber. Because of the strange material, it was much faster due to its lightness.<br><br>Instead of a two-handed sword, it had a dagger in each hand. As much as Wraith tried, he couldn't escape the attacks. The only thing he could do was to move back in order to reduce the damage he received.<br><br>With such swift movements, Wraith could only give glancing blows. His claws would only make the slightest scratches, and his kicks would hit nothing but air. “Unchain.” He released his chains.<br><br>He spun them around, waiting for the next attack. When the golem got close, he swung them around and wrapped them around one of its arms. He pulled hard, sending it flying towards him. It was helpless in the air, unable to dodge his kick.<br><br>His high left kick struck it in the chest. It sent it flying away, crashing heavily on the ground, chains still wrapped around its left arm. He walked over to stand above it and pulled hard on the arm, breaking it off. Sitting on top of its back, he grabbed the back of its head and repeatedly slammed it into the ground, crushing it to nothingness.<br><br>He stood up, blood dripping from a dozen tiny cuts over his body. He looked around, and sure enough another golem was rising up from across the room. This was a composite between the first and the second. The base material was made from the rubbery substance of the second golem, though it had metal plates covering it like armor.<br><br>It had twin shortswords in its hands. In terms of speed and defence it was in between the two golems. It wasn't as fast as the rubber golem, nor as durable as the metal one. It slowly made its way forward. It rained slashes on Wraith, alternating between each hand. Wraith was able to dodge most of them.<br><br>He waited till the swords had slashed down to grab hold of its wrists and kick forwards. When his foot made contact with its chest, he let go off its wrists.<br><br>He knocked the golem backwards, causing it to stagger. While it was off-balance, he struck its chin with the palm of his hand. He pushed it over and drove its head down into the ground. He tried to slam its head down again, when the golem swung the left shortsword towards his head.<br><br>He had no choice but to jump back, barely avoiding it. <span style="font-style: italic;">These golems are growing stronger and better at fighting based on my previous battles.</span> Unlike the other golems that had fairly simple moves, this one had more complex attack patterns.<br><br>The golem got up and pointed its swords towards him. It leaped towards him and attacked with short slashes. They were more controlled and effective than the wild slashes he received before. It took him some time to get a strike through its guard.<br><br>Eventually it fell down, defeated by kicks and palm-strikes. He knew that this wasn't the end of the enemies. Sure enough he was right. After the third golem came one with an electrified blade. Then there was a fire mage, an axe wielder, and even one that used a warhammer.<br><br>They were all strong and powerful, taking out massive chunks of Hp. His stamina was almost depleted, his Hp and Mana was running on fumes. He'd used up all his potions and was left with only forty-eight percent health left.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">This has to end soon, I can't handle much more.</span> He had defeated about fourteen golems so far, with no end in sight.<br><br>With no time for rest, he spied another golem coming out from the ground. This golem was different from the others. The obvious difference was how similar it looked to him. The shape of the head, arms and legs looked like a werewolf's. The only difference was the light armor it had over its body.<br><br>He instinctively knew that this wasn't simply for show. This was far stronger than any of the previous golems. Every single golem that he fought against was specially crafted in order to kill him. Those that failed served to gather data for the final attack.<br><br>They circled each other, sizing each other up. They traded blows, dodging or parrying the other one's kicks and strikes. Wraith blocked the golem's right knee with his left elbow, and followed up with a kick to its midsection.<br><br>The golem put its arm down and blocked the kick, grabbing hold and dragging Wraith forwards. To prevent falling over, Wraith jumped off of his planted leg and drove his knee forwards into the golem's face.<br><br>He followed through by extending his leg forwards and kicking the golem's chest. He succeeded in launching the first attack, though the golem got its attack in as well. Wraith sported four shallow slashes across his face.<br><br>They danced a dance of death around each other, their slashes just missing their vitals. They held out for about an hour, shaving away at their lives. They had each gotten some good hits in, leaving Wraith with twelve percent health. The golem was doing better than him, though not by much. He couldn't tell for sure since he couldn't see its Hp.<br><br>With such low health, he attacked from a distance. He used his chains by wrapping them around the legs to trip the golem, while getting some quick strikes in.<br><br>At one point he was able to get a chain around its left arm. He managed to break the left arm off, and then attacked from that area. It was vulnerable on that side, and it knew it. It turned away from him, putting its right side forwards. He had to keep circling around while attacking.<br><br>After the numerous strikes it received, the golem eventually had cracks all over the body. All it would take was one good strike to end its life. Wraith knew this, so he went all out. He shot an arm out past its head and grabbed it behind the neck. With his other arm holding the right arm, he pulled the golem forwards right into his left knee. It struck square in the middle of the chest, piercing through the cracked metal and fake fur, ending the golem's life.<br><br>He fell to his knees, his legs drained of stamina. He slowly wrapped bandages around himself, regaining his health. A system message popped up in front of him.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Congratulations, you have passed the Beginner Training Hall. You are the 364th player to pass the training. Because of race restrictions you cannot convert classes to Master Fighter. You have the opportunity to attain a new skill. Whatever action taken, a skill will be created for you.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>This was a golden opportunity for him. He could create a skill, any skill that would suit his needs. The possibilities were limitless, which made it all the more difficult to make a decision. He knew that his race would give him some elemental magic skills eventually, so magic was unnecessary, he already had fighting and movement skills so they weren't needed either.<br>He decided to do something that suited his character. In all aspects he was wolf-like in nature. There was something he had wanted to do ever since he gained the appearance of a wolf. He howled, straining to reach even Sarin and Vangar out of the dungeon. His howl was filled with sympathy for the loss of Sarin and Vangar's pack, as well as the joy of gaining a new family.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">You have learned a new Skill: Wolf's Howl<br>Your howls will pierce the heavens, filled with a predator's spirit. It will cut through the battlefield and be heard for kilometres away.<br>Effect:<ul><br><li>Pack's Fighting Spirit increases by 200%.</li><br><li>Enemy confusion state increases.</li><br><li>Temporary increase of Leadership.</li><br><li>Slight chance of stunning the enemy</li><br><li>Charisma stat has been formed.</li></ul></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Level up! Gained 12 levels</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Killing Intent +13</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">END+17</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">STR +11</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">AGI +6</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">STA +9</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">VIT +11</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">DEX +4</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Like Calder promised he gained all the levels and stats he would have gotten all at once. <span style="font-style: italic;">A new skill, with improved stats and levels. It all paid off quite well.</span> He stepped through the door that had opened up and stood in the teleportation circle.<br><br>“I knew you could do it,” Calder said to him with a wide grin on his face.<br><br>Sarin and Vangar ran up to him, relieved that he was safe and happy to see him.<br><br>“Congratulations kid, maybe you'll end up as a better fighter than me.”<br><br>“So now what? I know that the training is over, but I still have a lot of time on my hands. Do you have any suggestions?”<br><br>Calder thought about it. “There was one assignment I was going to give to some of the rookies, but I suppose you'll be able to clear it. A group of poachers have set up in the forest where you came from. Some of the creatures there have asked us to clear them out.”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Punishing the Poachers<br><br>The creatures and monsters of the forest have asked for you to clear out the wasteful poachers who upset the balance of nature.<br><br>Difficulty level: D<br><br>Quest requirements<br>Close relationship with Calder<br>Must have completed Beginners Training<br><br>Quest rewards<br>EXP</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“I'll do it.” He was grateful at the chance to get Sarin and Vangar some extra combat ability before he was summoned for the test. Though in all honestly, it's been so long that he almost forgot about it.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">You accepted the quest.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“So where can I find these poachers? And how many of them are there?”<br><br>“Here's a map, it's pretty rough but it should get you to the general vicinity of the poachers. They have a rough settlement built for about thirty people.”<br><br>Wraith gathered his pack for their first major battle. He was a bit apprehensive about it, given that it was three against thirty. Though he had confidence in his team, there was no way of telling what level the poachers were at. Still, knowing that Calder had faith in him meant that the quest wasn't impossible to complete.<br><br>Within a few minutes they had left Jorenheim through the portal and found themselves in Versailles. He followed the map as best he could, but it was a forest. It was hard to pinpoint a location when one area looked the same as the other. Eventually he just gave up on it, fed up with walking in circles.<br><br>“Do the two of you smell anything out of place?”<br><br>They lifted their snouts into the air trying to pick up a scent. &lt;There's a strange smell in that direction. It smells a bit like you and other two-legs.&gt; Vangar looked south as he said this. Trusting in Vangar's nose, they made their way in the direction he pointed in.<br><br>After walking several kilometres they spotted a small wooden wall around a few roughly-built shacks. From the animal skulls mounted on wooden pikes, there was no doubt that it was the poachers' settlement.<br><br>&lt;When do we attack?&gt; Vangar was eager to start the battle. He was fairly hot-headed compared to Sarin. He was a great fighter, but he was lacking in strategic planning.<br><br>“We'll stay here for now and gain some information about what we're up against.” It was past noon, the sun still high in the sky. There was still plenty of time till sundown. Since they were up on the ridge and hidden by the forest line, they wouldn't be spotted by any poachers.<br><br>The information Calder received about the poachers wasn't completely accurate. There was closer to forty poachers in the area. From the enormous pile of bones and rotting flesh outside the settlement, Wraith judged that they must have killed hundreds of deer, bears, and other animals both large and small. They had simply stripped the fur from the animals, and discarded the carcasses, not even bothering to take the meat. Wraith looked with disgust at the settlement. He had no problem with hunters, but this was an affront to nature.<br><br>Through their reconnaissance they saw that each poacher had a quiver full of steel arrows and a sturdy wooden bow for hunting. They all used the bow for hunting, but they had swords and daggers as secondary weapons. He didn't know how proficient they were with blades, but they were highly skilled in archery.<br><br>Were they to attack the poachers in a head-on battle, Wraith and his pack would look more like porcupines than wolves. “We'll wait for nightfall then make our way into the settlement.”<br><br>Several hours passed and the poachers had all returned to the settlement to turn in for the night. There were eight shacks built in a circle around a smaller one. The plan was to go in and wipe them out one by one. The first thing they had to do was to take out the man standing watch.<br><br>Wraith took over this task, sneaking over towards the gate. He was slowly making his way over when he stopped himself. <span style="font-style: italic;">There's no way I can sneak in there with a killing intent like mine. They'll sense me way before I get close enough.</span> He was right. Killing intent and fighting spirit were highly useful stats. They acted like an automatic debuffer against the enemy, but they had the unfortunate tendency of making one's presence known.<br><br>To counter this, he slowed his breathing, and imagined the aura returning to his body. He visualized himself becoming invisible, melting into the shadows of the night.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Skill unlocked</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Silent Steps has been learned</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>He quietly whispered, “information: Silent Steps.”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Silent Steps<br><br>Active Skill<br><br>Masks your killing intent while stalking your prey, making you seem invisible just before you strike. Higher levels of skill will completely hide you from the enemy, even while attacking.<ul><br><li>Reduces noise from walking by 1%</li><br><li>Slightly camouflages you</li></ul><br><br></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Silent Steps.” Having activated the skill, he made his way towards the side of the wall. “Claws of the Beast.” He refrained from transforming, in order to blend in better and stay hidden. Using his claws, he climbed up the wooden wall and slipped over it. Landing softly on the ground he quickly ran over to the watch post.<br><br>Slowly and silently he made his way up the ladder. When he got to the top he saw a middle-aged man sitting on a wooden chair. Although he was on watch he wasn't doing a very good job of it. He was fast asleep, lying completely helpless before Wraith.<br><br>Before he could wake up, Wraith stood behind him, his left hand above the poacher's mouth, and his right hand poised above his throat. He quickly pressed down against his mouth, as he dragged the claws of his right hand through the arteries and trachea.<br><br>Since there wasn't a whole lot of time before the changing of the watch, Wraith scurried down and opened the gate. Then they all made their way to one of the settlements. Wraith would take one poacher for himself, while Sarin and Vangar worked together. Vangar would rip out the throat of the sleeping poacher, while Sarin would press them down and rip open their guts.<br><br>Wraith wasn't as messy as they were. Instead he carefully slit the throat with a minimum of fuss and noise. They cleaned out one shack easily, moving to the next one. The second shack was also relatively easy to clear out. With a quarter of the enemies killed, they went to the next group.<br><br>While their plan to kill the enemies in their sleep had been successful so far, Wraith didn't let his guard down. As they went into the third shack, Wraith saw one of the blankets begin to rustle. From beneath the blanket one of the poachers stirred and woke up.<br><br>“Ah-,” they poacher started to exclaim at the sight of Wraith and the wolves, but was quickly cut off by Wraith. The second he saw him start to move, he had dashed over. He stabbed his fingers into his throat and silenced him.<br><br>However, the damage was already done. Two of the other poachers had begun to stir at the sound. Sarin and Vangar went to silence them but they couldn't make it in time.<br><br>They had already woken up and screamed at the sight of the blood-drenched sheets. Wraith and the wolves killed everyone else in the shack, but it was too late. The shacks nearby had been alerted. They could hear the footsteps of the poachers as they came to throw open the door.<br><br>“Stand in front of the door and attack when it opens.” He gave those orders to Sarin and Vangar, while he slipped out a window. He saw the group of poachers come close. Fortunately only about half of them had their bows. They didn't take the threat seriously. Since they were still half-asleep, they were easy prey.<br><br>He waited for them to crowd around the doorway. They opened the door slowly, peering inside. The wolves then launched their attack, tearing the throats out before they knew what hit them.<br><br>Wraith ran around behind the poachers in a pincer-attack. The poachers who ran away from the wolves were eviscerated by him. At such a range they couldn't draw their bows, and they were quite shoddy with their swordsmanship.<br><br>In a few minutes the group was cut down by half. Their cries alerted the few shacks on the opposite side, bringing them over. There were only about fifteen enemies left. This last part of the battle would be much more difficult, since the enemy was prepared and were at a distance to do some serious damage with their bows.<br><br>They were all huddled together, releasing arrow after arrow at them. Wraith and wolves went inside a nearby shack. <span style="font-style: italic;">The second we step out we'll be turned into pincushions. I might be able to survive, but I can't say the same for Sarin and Vangar. I need a shield, something like...aha.</span><br><br>Wraith tore the thick wooden door off its hinges and held it before him. “We're going to get close to them. Make sure to stay behind me until we're only a few metres away. When I give the order, split up and attack from the sides. Got it?” They nodded in agreement.<br><br>Wraith took in a few deep breaths, composing himself. He held the door horizontally, and crouched down. When his pack was behind him and ready for battle, they charged towards the poachers. A few dozen arrows punched through the door, the arrowhead making its way through the thick wood. A few stray arrows split the skin of his scalp and his feet, but none gave him any serious damage.<br><br>Within seconds they had closed the distance, and were only ten metres away. Wraith waited for the moment they started to nock their arrows and yelled, “now!”<br><br>He threw the door at them, knocking some down and dazing others. Sarin veered off to the right side, Vangar went to the left, while Wraith charged in from the front. Together they mauled the enemy, biting and clawing away.<br><br>Soon they had decimated the group, leaving their blood spilled across the ground. It had been a long and tiring battle, but they came out victorious. “Lets gather up all the loot.” They went around to where each of the corpses fell down and picked up all the items. Wraith then went around to each settlement and took anything and everything of value. They raided the entire place, not leaving even a clean blanket behind.<br><br>Having picked up the loot from the large shacks and the bodies, they went to the small shack. It was their storage area for everything they hunted. There lay a mountain of animal parts. It was piled high with different hides. There were hundreds of animal skins from deer, bears, even other creatures like chimeras and manticores.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Jackpot.</span> Besides the furs, there were some bones, ores, weapons, and even gold they had saved up. There was a whole host of other items there and Wraith took each and every single one that was there. If it weren't for the several bags they found in the storage area, they wouldn't have been able to cart it all off. Even with the weight and size reduction, it was an enormous burden.<br><br>To prevent falling over, they slowly made their way back to Jorenheim. It should have been no more than an hour's walk but at the pace they went at, it took them three hours instead. By the time they got home, it was only a few hours before the sun would rise. They dropped all their goods on the ground and fell asleep instantly, not even bothering to climb into bed.<br><br>Since they were so exhausted, they slept in until noon.<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Amber logged in to Royal Road, since her 24-hour login ban was up. She saw that she had respawned in Somuren Liberty City of the Keuroin Kingdom. Since she died in the wilderness, she had respawned at the closest place to her death.<br><br>Her Aura Mastery skill had dropped a bit, and she had lost a few gold as well. She wanted to get back at the man who killed her, but she didn't know his name or where he was anymore. That really pissed her off so she walked around to cool her head.<br><br>She walked around the city, adn narrowed her eyes when her gaze fell upon an old man in nice silk clothes. From his gait and appearance, he seemed familiar to her. She walked behind him and followed closely.<br><br>After a while she was sure about who he was. She walked forwards and grabbed him by the arm, dragging him into an alley. She shoved him against the wall, looking carefully at his face. “Why hello Ayrsted, how nice to see you again.”<br><br>“You! Even here, I can't be rid of you.” He burst out in anger, his hate and disgust for her evident in his tone of voice.<br><br>“Come now, that's not a very nice thing to say to an old friend. Now what are you doing here? I thought you would be cooped up in that cabin of yours.”<br><br>“That's none of your business,” he snapped at her. “Ever since you and that boy came, my life went straight to hell.”<br><br>“That boy?” Circe wondered if he was talking about the same person that killed her. After all, it was unlikely that anyone else went to that same area. “Describe that boy to me.”<br><br>“What do you care?”<br><br>“Humor me.” Ayrsted grudgingly described the person that came to learn form him. Though the hair, eyes and markings were all different, he sounded like her killer. From what Ayrsted said, it was possible that the changes came because of a hidden class he found.<br><br>Circe smiled coldly at Ayrsted. “You were here to try to get back at me and him, am I right? Don't bother lying to me, what I really want to know is how you planned on accomplishing that.”<br><br>“Well, lets just say that a lot of people owe me a few favours, including those with political and religious influence.”<br><br>Circe thought about this and came up with a plan. “How about we work together on this? We could make a good team.”<br><br>“Why would I ever partner up with someone that stole from me?” Ayrsted spat out scornfully.<br><br>Circe sighed and rolled her eyes. She handed her backpack over to him. “There, that's most of your stuff. Now, let me paint you a picture about what could happen. If we go to the church, you could use your connections to get a punitive force sent out there. If I was to back you up, they'd be sure to listen. For bringing them news about a human that sides with monsters, we could be rewarded quite well.”<br><br>Ayrsted was torn. He didn't really need to get revenge on the boy, that the thought of Freya's reward was oh so tantalizing.<br><br>Circe continued whispering insidiously in Ayrsted's ear. “Think about it, you'd be a hero again, all it takes is the life of one boy, and he'd come back to life anyway.” That sealed the deal.<br><br>The two of them went to Freya's church and got an audience with an Archbishop. He agreed surprisingly quickly. It seemed Ayrsted's connections weren't just for show. They gathered a small group of players, about fifteen of them for the quest. They were around level fifty to sixty, so it would be no problem hunting him down.<br><br>The church provided horses for them to shorten their journey. Within two days they would be in the forest and have killed the man that ran with beasts.<br><br>Circe smiled to herself. In two days time she would have gotten even with him and gained some reputation with Freya's church.<br><br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=108&amp;t=846" target="_blank">Next Chapter</a></div> </div>

Bolts of lightning sparked through the air. It was the third day of training, and Wraith was up against a horde of glass-like golems. They were electrified, able to cause massive damage quickly. However as compensation for the damage they could inflict, they had very low defence. They all swarmed together, forcing him to destroy as many as possible, as quickly as possible before he got killed. There was no way to dodge the attacks, so all he could do was to endure. | Form of the Wolf-King has reached beginner level 5 | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Claws of the Beast has reached beginner level 4 | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Loki's Blessing has reached beginner level 5Chains can be unlocked and used as a tool-'Unchained'/'Chained' only in Form of the Wolf-KingMana consumption: 5 Mp | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | He didn't have the time to test out his new ability, so he ignored the system messages for now. After several kicks, as well as well-placed knee and elbow strikes, he had finally cleared the corridor. Since he was down to twelve percent health, he bandaged himself up and drank a potion to restore some Hp. If I barely survived with twelve percent Hp against the low-level mobs, I need a plan to get the boss. For Wraith, this was the worst type of enemy to have. He was confident against melee fighters, and those with physical attacks, but when it came to magical attacks he had no resistance whatsoever. I wonder... “Unchained.” Instantly, the chains that were wrapped around his arms unlocked and fell down. They were still attached to the shackles on the wrist, giving him the appearance of an escaped convict. He tested the chains out, spinning and swinging them around. They were completely unsuited for attacking with, since they were as light as a ribbon, but for his purposes they would do quite well. Once he was at full health and stamina, he went into the boss' room. This time there were a few glass pillars located around the arena. As expected, a giant glass golem rose from the ground. This golem had a wide-area attack, sending many lightning bolts in all directions. Wraith was prepared for this, so he spun the chains in a circle. Though it didn't eliminate the damage completely, it did reduce it considerably. When the attack stopped, he ran forward. The golem then put his hands up and shot his basic lightening bolt at him. It just missed him, but it struck the pillar behind him. He knew that those pillars were a danger, and he was right. Upon striking the pillar, the lightning split and forked, a few striking him in his unprotected back. Fortunately, the attacks were reduced in power from the splitting, so he got off with just a bit of burned flesh. As he made his way closer, he got struck more often, but he was able to get close enough to launch a kick. At such close range he had to sacrifice some of his health, but he was able to destroy it fairly quickly. Having finally defeated the enemy, he left the dungeon. When he came out, he saw Calder training Sarin and Vangar. Obviously he couldn't teach them techniques, but he let them get used to fighting against humanoid enemies. At the sight of Wraith, the two wolves bounded over to him, concerned about his injuries. “Don't worry, these will soon heal up. Calder, thanks for teaching them.” He wanted to take them with him, but he knew that as they were, they wouldn't be able to survive the training. “No problem, their innate battle sense is good, they just need more experience.” Wraith had to agree. They were still quite young, so they had yet to experience true battle. “Anyway, I'll see you tomorrow.” Having said his goodbyes to Calder, he took his pack back to Versailles. It was Fenella that suggested this. She pointed out how they were wild animals, and not pets or familiars. Taking her advice, he took them to the forest. For the entire day they ran and hunted, as predators looking for prey. They ran through the woods searching for a herd of deer. Wraith had another reason for hunting with them. He wanted them to forget about the pain of their loss, if only temporarily. He knew that the deaths they saw would remain in the back of their minds for some time yet, but they were born as predators. They would grieve for the loss, but they would move on. They knew that all things would eventually return to the earth. All they could do was focus on the living. It take a while, but Wraith was determined to see them filled with joy and life as they went on the hunt. As the leader it was his duty to see to not only physical needs of his pack, but the emotional needs as well. Though they were hunting, what they did was completely different from the actions of the woman they met the day before. They were always mindful of what they killed, making sure to eat what they killed, and Wraith would collect the fur and bones for use in alchemy and tailoring. By the end of the day, Wraith had several pelts and bones, while the wolves gained a few levels. In between the hunts, they also spent several hours mock-fighting against him. Through this they also improved their coordination and teamwork. They gained a better understanding of their packmates' abilities, as well as their weaknesses. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The following day, he woke up and went for his training, worried about the new enemies he would have to face. This time there were stone golems with fire between their joints. They didn't have any special magic attacks like the wood and glass golems. Instead they each had a big stone club, with heat coming off them in waves. It was made to test the limits of his strength and ingenuity. He couldn't defeat it with brute strength, as every hit he gave would burn his limbs on contact. He had to make use of his new ability to swing a chain around a golem's neck or arm. These golems attacked in small groups of three or four, so he had to wrap the chains around two of them and send them crashing into each other. As they were tangled up in each others limbs, he struck them with powerful kicks. Even though he also took damage from his attacks, he had no other choice if he wanted to defeat them. Through the use of bandages he survived long enough to destroy all the golems in the dungeon. After recovering for a bit, he went into the boss' room. This time there were holes in the ground, from where a mist sprayed out from. He didn't know for sure, but given the nature of the golem, he suspected that it was natural gas. It made sense, since up to this point the terrain served to augment the boss' attacks. As this ran through his mind the boss showed up, rising from the centre of the arena. Unlike its minions who were only cloaked in flames, it could shoot off actual fireballs. Needless to say, fireballs and natural gas were not a good combination. They were slower than the lightning bolts of the day before, but when they ignited the natural gas, the explosion was several metres wide, occasionally igniting the nearby vents as well. Besides burning him the blast also knocked him off his feet, leaving him vulnerable to further attacks. Before I do anything I have to seal that attack. The fireball came from the golem's arms, so all he had to do was aim it away from him. With that in mind his whipped the chains around, building up speed as he ran towards the golem. When he was within range he swung the chains around the golem's wrists and pulled them together. With it being unable to attack with its fireballs, and the club chained together with its arms, Wraith pulled it down. It was too heavy for him to pick up and toss easily, so he had to figure out another way to defeat it. Instead, he dragged it around, slowly spinning in a circle. After getting some momentum, he loosened the chains. The now free golem, slid near a gas vent. When it tried to get up, the flames from its joints ignited the gas. As it was in the middle of the explosion, the golem was blown away. It may have had fire in its body, but it didn't have 100% fire resistance. The resulting shockwave did the rest of the damages, shattering its body. The fragments of its body rained down on Wraith, as he left towards the teleportation circle. After leaving the dungeon, he gathered Vangar and Sarin and went to hunt with them again. They weren't like dogs that enjoyed being in an enclosed space with stone walls. They needed to get back to nature. They ran through the forest, searching for enemies. His sense of smell and hearing weren't as developed as actual wolves, so he was forced to develop his observational skills. He looked for tracks left in the ground, as well as fur that had rubbed off on the trees. Unfortunately, there wasn't a skill that could be used to increase observational skills, so he had to rely on hard work and his innate abilities instead. This time around, they went after more powerful game. Instead of going after herds of deer, they went after bears. They relied on both Wraith's eyes and Vangar's nose to find a small gathering of bears. After looking around for a while they had managed to find and corner an older bear. It was stronger than what Sarin and Vangar could normally handle, but they fought against it as a group. Wraith led the attack, sending Sarin and Vangar to surround it and nip at its heels. They distracted it and lightly attacked it, while Wraith went for the vitals, aiming to kill it. He didn't kill it right away. Instead he let Sarin and Vangar get their attacks in. When it seemed like the fight was going to turn, Wraith stepped in and tore the throat out himself. By the end of the day, the wolves had gained a few levels and Wraith had a few new pelts to make clothes with. Tired from all the tracking and hunting, they went back to Jorenheim to get some rest. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The following day, he woke up filled with anticipation. The past four days had been in preparation for this final trial. If he could get through this, he would be richly rewarded for all the time and effort he put in. <When you finish we'll go hunting again.> Vangar wasn't the least bit worried about him. Having seen him fight, he had the utmost confidence in Wraith's ability. <Be careful.> Sarin was more worried about him, regardless of his combat ability. She tended to fuss over him like a worried sister. “Just a bit of a heads-up, the last trial isn't like the others. The slightest mistake could be fatal.” Calder said this seriously. It was strange since he usually spoke in a laughing, playful tone. If he said it was dangerous, he must have really meant it. Though his heart beat with trepidation, he walked into the dungeon. This time, there was no corridor. Behind him, the door disappeared. He was left in a large circular room with no exit or entrance. It was similar to the boss' room from the earlier times he went into the dungeon. Sure enough, a golem rose from the floor. He had been prepared for a big, hulking giant, but what he saw was a very humanoid shape, about as tall as he was. It was made of dull, grey steel and had a two-handed sword in its hands. It crouched over slightly, and then dashed over to him. “Form of the Wolf-King.” He barely had time to activate his skill when it attacked him. He managed to dodge by a hairs-breadth, though he couldn't escape a shallow cut on his muzzle. So it sacrificed strength and durability for speed. Unlike the big hulking giants he fought before in the dungeon, this one was agile. It could dodge and parry his attacks, as well as slip some in of its own. Regardless of this fact, it was still considerably slower than him. He waited for the golem to swing its blade, and would counter with a strike of his own. Because of its smaller size, it was damaged more easily than the previous bosses. Within a few minutes he had defeated it. Immediately after it fell, another golem rose up from the ground. Unlike the previous one, this golem seemed to be made out of rubber. Because of the strange material, it was much faster due to its lightness. Instead of a two-handed sword, it had a dagger in each hand. As much as Wraith tried, he couldn't escape the attacks. The only thing he could do was to move back in order to reduce the damage he received. With such swift movements, Wraith could only give glancing blows. His claws would only make the slightest scratches, and his kicks would hit nothing but air. “Unchain.” He released his chains. He spun them around, waiting for the next attack. When the golem got close, he swung them around and wrapped them around one of its arms. He pulled hard, sending it flying towards him. It was helpless in the air, unable to dodge his kick. His high left kick struck it in the chest. It sent it flying away, crashing heavily on the ground, chains still wrapped around its left arm. He walked over to stand above it and pulled hard on the arm, breaking it off. Sitting on top of its back, he grabbed the back of its head and repeatedly slammed it into the ground, crushing it to nothingness. He stood up, blood dripping from a dozen tiny cuts over his body. He looked around, and sure enough another golem was rising up from across the room. This was a composite between the first and the second. The base material was made from the rubbery substance of the second golem, though it had metal plates covering it like armor. It had twin shortswords in its hands. In terms of speed and defence it was in between the two golems. It wasn't as fast as the rubber golem, nor as durable as the metal one. It slowly made its way forward. It rained slashes on Wraith, alternating between each hand. Wraith was able to dodge most of them. He waited till the swords had slashed down to grab hold of its wrists and kick forwards. When his foot made contact with its chest, he let go off its wrists. He knocked the golem backwards, causing it to stagger. While it was off-balance, he struck its chin with the palm of his hand. He pushed it over and drove its head down into the ground. He tried to slam its head down again, when the golem swung the left shortsword towards his head. He had no choice but to jump back, barely avoiding it. These golems are growing stronger and better at fighting based on my previous battles. Unlike the other golems that had fairly simple moves, this one had more complex attack patterns. The golem got up and pointed its swords towards him. It leaped towards him and attacked with short slashes. They were more controlled and effective than the wild slashes he received before. It took him some time to get a strike through its guard. Eventually it fell down, defeated by kicks and palm-strikes. He knew that this wasn't the end of the enemies. Sure enough he was right. After the third golem came one with an electrified blade. Then there was a fire mage, an axe wielder, and even one that used a warhammer. They were all strong and powerful, taking out massive chunks of Hp. His stamina was almost depleted, his Hp and Mana was running on fumes. He'd used up all his potions and was left with only forty-eight percent health left. This has to end soon, I can't handle much more. He had defeated about fourteen golems so far, with no end in sight. With no time for rest, he spied another golem coming out from the ground. This golem was different from the others. The obvious difference was how similar it looked to him. The shape of the head, arms and legs looked like a werewolf's. The only difference was the light armor it had over its body. He instinctively knew that this wasn't simply for show. This was far stronger than any of the previous golems. Every single golem that he fought against was specially crafted in order to kill him. Those that failed served to gather data for the final attack. They circled each other, sizing each other up. They traded blows, dodging or parrying the other one's kicks and strikes. Wraith blocked the golem's right knee with his left elbow, and followed up with a kick to its midsection. The golem put its arm down and blocked the kick, grabbing hold and dragging Wraith forwards. To prevent falling over, Wraith jumped off of his planted leg and drove his knee forwards into the golem's face. He followed through by extending his leg forwards and kicking the golem's chest. He succeeded in launching the first attack, though the golem got its attack in as well. Wraith sported four shallow slashes across his face. They danced a dance of death around each other, their slashes just missing their vitals. They held out for about an hour, shaving away at their lives. They had each gotten some good hits in, leaving Wraith with twelve percent health. The golem was doing better than him, though not by much. He couldn't tell for sure since he couldn't see its Hp. With such low health, he attacked from a distance. He used his chains by wrapping them around the legs to trip the golem, while getting some quick strikes in. At one point he was able to get a chain around its left arm. He managed to break the left arm off, and then attacked from that area. It was vulnerable on that side, and it knew it. It turned away from him, putting its right side forwards. He had to keep circling around while attacking. After the numerous strikes it received, the golem eventually had cracks all over the body. All it would take was one good strike to end its life. Wraith knew this, so he went all out. He shot an arm out past its head and grabbed it behind the neck. With his other arm holding the right arm, he pulled the golem forwards right into his left knee. It struck square in the middle of the chest, piercing through the cracked metal and fake fur, ending the golem's life. He fell to his knees, his legs drained of stamina. He slowly wrapped bandages around himself, regaining his health. A system message popped up in front of him. | Congratulations, you have passed the Beginner Training Hall. You are the 364th player to pass the training. Because of race restrictions you cannot convert classes to Master Fighter. You have the opportunity to attain a new skill. Whatever action taken, a skill will be created for you. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | This was a golden opportunity for him. He could create a skill, any skill that would suit his needs. The possibilities were limitless, which made it all the more difficult to make a decision. He knew that his race would give him some elemental magic skills eventually, so magic was unnecessary, he already had fighting and movement skills so they weren't needed either. He decided to do something that suited his character. In all aspects he was wolf-like in nature. There was something he had wanted to do ever since he gained the appearance of a wolf. He howled, straining to reach even Sarin and Vangar out of the dungeon. His howl was filled with sympathy for the loss of Sarin and Vangar's pack, as well as the joy of gaining a new family. | You have learned a new Skill: Wolf's HowlYour howls will pierce the heavens, filled with a predator's spirit. It will cut through the battlefield and be heard for kilometres away.Effect:* Pack's Fighting Spirit increases by 200%. * Enemy confusion state increases. * Temporary increase of Leadership. * Slight chance of stunning the enemy * Charisma stat has been formed. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Level up! Gained 12 levels | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Killing Intent +13 | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | END+17 | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | STR +11 | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | AGI +6 | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | STA +9 | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | VIT +11 | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | DEX +4 | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | Like Calder promised he gained all the levels and stats he would have gotten all at once. A new skill, with improved stats and levels. It all paid off quite well. He stepped through the door that had opened up and stood in the teleportation circle. “I knew you could do it,” Calder said to him with a wide grin on his face. Sarin and Vangar ran up to him, relieved that he was safe and happy to see him. “Congratulations kid, maybe you'll end up as a better fighter than me.” “So now what? I know that the training is over, but I still have a lot of time on my hands. Do you have any suggestions?” Calder thought about it. “There was one assignment I was going to give to some of the rookies, but I suppose you'll be able to clear it. A group of poachers have set up in the forest where you came from. Some of the creatures there have asked us to clear them out.” | Punishing the PoachersThe creatures and monsters of the forest have asked for you to clear out the wasteful poachers who upset the balance of nature.Difficulty level: DQuest requirementsClose relationship with CalderMust have completed Beginners TrainingQuest rewardsEXP | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | “I'll do it.” He was grateful at the chance to get Sarin and Vangar some extra combat ability before he was summoned for the test. Though in all honestly, it's been so long that he almost forgot about it. | You accepted the quest. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | “So where can I find these poachers? And how many of them are there?” “Here's a map, it's pretty rough but it should get you to the general vicinity of the poachers. They have a rough settlement built for about thirty people.” Wraith gathered his pack for their first major battle. He was a bit apprehensive about it, given that it was three against thirty. Though he had confidence in his team, there was no way of telling what level the poachers were at. Still, knowing that Calder had faith in him meant that the quest wasn't impossible to complete. Within a few minutes they had left Jorenheim through the portal and found themselves in Versailles. He followed the map as best he could, but it was a forest. It was hard to pinpoint a location when one area looked the same as the other. Eventually he just gave up on it, fed up with walking in circles. “Do the two of you smell anything out of place?” They lifted their snouts into the air trying to pick up a scent. <There's a strange smell in that direction. It smells a bit like you and other two-legs.> Vangar looked south as he said this. Trusting in Vangar's nose, they made their way in the direction he pointed in. After walking several kilometres they spotted a small wooden wall around a few roughly-built shacks. From the animal skulls mounted on wooden pikes, there was no doubt that it was the poachers' settlement. <When do we attack?> Vangar was eager to start the battle. He was fairly hot-headed compared to Sarin. He was a great fighter, but he was lacking in strategic planning. “We'll stay here for now and gain some information about what we're up against.” It was past noon, the sun still high in the sky. There was still plenty of time till sundown. Since they were up on the ridge and hidden by the forest line, they wouldn't be spotted by any poachers. The information Calder received about the poachers wasn't completely accurate. There was closer to forty poachers in the area. From the enormous pile of bones and rotting flesh outside the settlement, Wraith judged that they must have killed hundreds of deer, bears, and other animals both large and small. They had simply stripped the fur from the animals, and discarded the carcasses, not even bothering to take the meat. Wraith looked with disgust at the settlement. He had no problem with hunters, but this was an affront to nature. Through their reconnaissance they saw that each poacher had a quiver full of steel arrows and a sturdy wooden bow for hunting. They all used the bow for hunting, but they had swords and daggers as secondary weapons. He didn't know how proficient they were with blades, but they were highly skilled in archery. Were they to attack the poachers in a head-on battle, Wraith and his pack would look more like porcupines than wolves. “We'll wait for nightfall then make our way into the settlement.” Several hours passed and the poachers had all returned to the settlement to turn in for the night. There were eight shacks built in a circle around a smaller one. The plan was to go in and wipe them out one by one. The first thing they had to do was to take out the man standing watch. Wraith took over this task, sneaking over towards the gate. He was slowly making his way over when he stopped himself. There's no way I can sneak in there with a killing intent like mine. They'll sense me way before I get close enough. He was right. Killing intent and fighting spirit were highly useful stats. They acted like an automatic debuffer against the enemy, but they had the unfortunate tendency of making one's presence known. To counter this, he slowed his breathing, and imagined the aura returning to his body. He visualized himself becoming invisible, melting into the shadows of the night. | Skill unlocked | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Silent Steps has been learned | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | He quietly whispered, “information: Silent Steps.” | Silent StepsActive SkillMasks your killing intent while stalking your prey, making you seem invisible just before you strike. Higher levels of skill will completely hide you from the enemy, even while attacking.* Reduces noise from walking by 1% * Slightly camouflages you | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | “Silent Steps.” Having activated the skill, he made his way towards the side of the wall. “Claws of the Beast.” He refrained from transforming, in order to blend in better and stay hidden. Using his claws, he climbed up the wooden wall and slipped over it. Landing softly on the ground he quickly ran over to the watch post. Slowly and silently he made his way up the ladder. When he got to the top he saw a middle-aged man sitting on a wooden chair. Although he was on watch he wasn't doing a very good job of it. He was fast asleep, lying completely helpless before Wraith. Before he could wake up, Wraith stood behind him, his left hand above the poacher's mouth, and his right hand poised above his throat. He quickly pressed down against his mouth, as he dragged the claws of his right hand through the arteries and trachea. Since there wasn't a whole lot of time before the changing of the watch, Wraith scurried down and opened the gate. Then they all made their way to one of the settlements. Wraith would take one poacher for himself, while Sarin and Vangar worked together. Vangar would rip out the throat of the sleeping poacher, while Sarin would press them down and rip open their guts. Wraith wasn't as messy as they were. Instead he carefully slit the throat with a minimum of fuss and noise. They cleaned out one shack easily, moving to the next one. The second shack was also relatively easy to clear out. With a quarter of the enemies killed, they went to the next group. While their plan to kill the enemies in their sleep had been successful so far, Wraith didn't let his guard down. As they went into the third shack, Wraith saw one of the blankets begin to rustle. From beneath the blanket one of the poachers stirred and woke up. “Ah-,” they poacher started to exclaim at the sight of Wraith and the wolves, but was quickly cut off by Wraith. The second he saw him start to move, he had dashed over. He stabbed his fingers into his throat and silenced him. However, the damage was already done. Two of the other poachers had begun to stir at the sound. Sarin and Vangar went to silence them but they couldn't make it in time. They had already woken up and screamed at the sight of the blood-drenched sheets. Wraith and the wolves killed everyone else in the shack, but it was too late. The shacks nearby had been alerted. They could hear the footsteps of the poachers as they came to throw open the door. “Stand in front of the door and attack when it opens.” He gave those orders to Sarin and Vangar, while he slipped out a window. He saw the group of poachers come close. Fortunately only about half of them had their bows. They didn't take the threat seriously. Since they were still half-asleep, they were easy prey. He waited for them to crowd around the doorway. They opened the door slowly, peering inside. The wolves then launched their attack, tearing the throats out before they knew what hit them. Wraith ran around behind the poachers in a pincer-attack. The poachers who ran away from the wolves were eviscerated by him. At such a range they couldn't draw their bows, and they were quite shoddy with their swordsmanship. In a few minutes the group was cut down by half. Their cries alerted the few shacks on the opposite side, bringing them over. There were only about fifteen enemies left. This last part of the battle would be much more difficult, since the enemy was prepared and were at a distance to do some serious damage with their bows. They were all huddled together, releasing arrow after arrow at them. Wraith and wolves went inside a nearby shack. The second we step out we'll be turned into pincushions. I might be able to survive, but I can't say the same for Sarin and Vangar. I need a shield, something like...aha. Wraith tore the thick wooden door off its hinges and held it before him. “We're going to get close to them. Make sure to stay behind me until we're only a few metres away. When I give the order, split up and attack from the sides. Got it?” They nodded in agreement. Wraith took in a few deep breaths, composing himself. He held the door horizontally, and crouched down. When his pack was behind him and ready for battle, they charged towards the poachers. A few dozen arrows punched through the door, the arrowhead making its way through the thick wood. A few stray arrows split the skin of his scalp and his feet, but none gave him any serious damage. Within seconds they had closed the distance, and were only ten metres away. Wraith waited for the moment they started to nock their arrows and yelled, “now!” He threw the door at them, knocking some down and dazing others. Sarin veered off to the right side, Vangar went to the left, while Wraith charged in from the front. Together they mauled the enemy, biting and clawing away. Soon they had decimated the group, leaving their blood spilled across the ground. It had been a long and tiring battle, but they came out victorious. “Lets gather up all the loot.” They went around to where each of the corpses fell down and picked up all the items. Wraith then went around to each settlement and took anything and everything of value. They raided the entire place, not leaving even a clean blanket behind. Having picked up the loot from the large shacks and the bodies, they went to the small shack. It was their storage area for everything they hunted. There lay a mountain of animal parts. It was piled high with different hides. There were hundreds of animal skins from deer, bears, even other creatures like chimeras and manticores. Jackpot. Besides the furs, there were some bones, ores, weapons, and even gold they had saved up. There was a whole host of other items there and Wraith took each and every single one that was there. If it weren't for the several bags they found in the storage area, they wouldn't have been able to cart it all off. Even with the weight and size reduction, it was an enormous burden. To prevent falling over, they slowly made their way back to Jorenheim. It should have been no more than an hour's walk but at the pace they went at, it took them three hours instead. By the time they got home, it was only a few hours before the sun would rise. They dropped all their goods on the ground and fell asleep instantly, not even bothering to climb into bed. Since they were so exhausted, they slept in until noon. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Amber logged in to Royal Road, since her 24-hour login ban was up. She saw that she had respawned in Somuren Liberty City of the Keuroin Kingdom. Since she died in the wilderness, she had respawned at the closest place to her death. Her Aura Mastery skill had dropped a bit, and she had lost a few gold as well. She wanted to get back at the man who killed her, but she didn't know his name or where he was anymore. That really pissed her off so she walked around to cool her head. She walked around the city, adn narrowed her eyes when her gaze fell upon an old man in nice silk clothes. From his gait and appearance, he seemed familiar to her. She walked behind him and followed closely. After a while she was sure about who he was. She walked forwards and grabbed him by the arm, dragging him into an alley. She shoved him against the wall, looking carefully at his face. “Why hello Ayrsted, how nice to see you again.” “You! Even here, I can't be rid of you.” He burst out in anger, his hate and disgust for her evident in his tone of voice. “Come now, that's not a very nice thing to say to an old friend. Now what are you doing here? I thought you would be cooped up in that cabin of yours.” “That's none of your business,” he snapped at her. “Ever since you and that boy came, my life went straight to hell.” “That boy?” Circe wondered if he was talking about the same person that killed her. After all, it was unlikely that anyone else went to that same area. “Describe that boy to me.” “What do you care?” “Humor me.” Ayrsted grudgingly described the person that came to learn form him. Though the hair, eyes and markings were all different, he sounded like her killer. From what Ayrsted said, it was possible that the changes came because of a hidden class he found. Circe smiled coldly at Ayrsted. “You were here to try to get back at me and him, am I right? Don't bother lying to me, what I really want to know is how you planned on accomplishing that.” “Well, lets just say that a lot of people owe me a few favours, including those with political and religious influence.” Circe thought about this and came up with a plan. “How about we work together on this? We could make a good team.” “Why would I ever partner up with someone that stole from me?” Ayrsted spat out scornfully. Circe sighed and rolled her eyes. She handed her backpack over to him. “There, that's most of your stuff. Now, let me paint you a picture about what could happen. If we go to the church, you could use your connections to get a punitive force sent out there. If I was to back you up, they'd be sure to listen. For bringing them news about a human that sides with monsters, we could be rewarded quite well.” Ayrsted was torn. He didn't really need to get revenge on the boy, that the thought of Freya's reward was oh so tantalizing. Circe continued whispering insidiously in Ayrsted's ear. “Think about it, you'd be a hero again, all it takes is the life of one boy, and he'd come back to life anyway.” That sealed the deal. The two of them went to Freya's church and got an audience with an Archbishop. He agreed surprisingly quickly. It seemed Ayrsted's connections weren't just for show. They gathered a small group of players, about fifteen of them for the quest. They were around level fifty to sixty, so it would be no problem hunting him down. The church provided horses for them to shorten their journey. Within two days they would be in the forest and have killed the man that ran with beasts. Circe smiled to herself. In two days time she would have gotten even with him and gained some reputation with Freya's church. [Next Chapter](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=108&t=846)

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <span style="font-weight: bold;">A long, painful Journey ends.<br>Watson Toshiba</span><br><br>The day we meet again has finally come….<br>Ana, I hope… you did not wait long…<br><br> It has been 18 years since my wife, Ana, has been in a coma, but now, thanks to the life step technology I will get to see her beautiful face once again, for it connects minds to each other, This is by far most my greatest invention.<br><br>System A.I. – Welcome to the Royal Road, create your character, and choose your race and class.<br>System A.I- Race chosen is human, class chosen is warrior, name picked is Toshiba, is this it?<br>Toshiba – Yes, lunch system now!<br><br> As I enter my own creation, a blinding light awoke me to the world of fantasies. I was in awe that my creation was this magnificent. My wife Ana was locked on onto my map. Showing where her location was. Without any thought I ran towards that direction on my map.<br><br> To my disgust I saw a band of thieves kidnapping her in the worst of ways… my own wife, I can’t believe that the game would do this, but without hesitation I ran into a fierce battle alone.<br><br> “Ana!!!” I yelled as I leaped towards the thieves. Ana watched me and cried out in shock, desperation and love. I triumphantly swung my sword slicing through my opponents and leaving a trail of blood. <br><br> In the end I won a great victory. “Ana, my love!” I yelled out to her as I hugged her. I felt her tears rolling down my neck and how cold her body was. I then said “I will never leave you alone, never again will I be so foolish, never again!” I cried out. The system made her an elf, with white long hair, a fair face and a slim body; people could have mistaken her for being a fairy. But I knew it was her at first sight, for she was my greatest of treasures, my own wife.<br><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">A broken soul, restored<br>Eric Fujo</span><br><br> My life has been in complete shatters ever since my older sister died. A brutal death, she was murdered but no one knew who murdered her so it was told that she was in a car accident. Only I a seven year old boy knew… who murdered her, a traumatizing scene of rape and slaughter I witnessed alone, but my mind has forgotten the face of the demon that did it. I always said to myself that one day I shall avenge her, after 5 years psychological therapy I lost all interest in revenge.<br><br> “Eric... Eric were home honey!” my mother barked through the front window of our 2 story house. “Ughh… ok hold up ill ….im coming to open the door!” I yelled back. My parents told me they went to collect something speacial, But that something was more than I would have ever known. I opened up the front door, ‘arghh’ I mumbled as light entered the house for the first time of the day, blinding my eyes, for the house was so dark and gloomy that people could have mistaken it for a haunted house. My mom was holding a bag of groceries and my dad was parking the car.<br><br> “So… what’s this special something I asked?” in delight, hoping it was a chocolate cheese cake, for it was my parents 18th anniversary. “Eric” my mom said anxiously, “this is our special surprise!” then I saw my dad holding a twelve year old girl’s hand, walking up to us.<br><br> Eric the both said together, “we’ve got a new member to our family, her name is Lisa.” I watched a beautiful, Asian girl, with black hair, who was the same age as me walked up to me, and kissed my cheek. I just stared at the sky with a motionless face, for having a sister brought back many dark memories I locked away….. I didn’t know if I was anxious, angry, happy or sad … all of my emotions went blank.<br> 6 Years passed; my sister and I now attended Mt. Sac community college. I however, still had mixed emotions, all I knew was that I will not let my sister die, so I was over protective towards her, but deep down I think I liked her, more than just….. as a sister, for never in a life has a girl ever treat me so kindly and friendly, even if It was just a siblings connection. <br><br> “Wake up …. Wake up Erick!” my eyes awoke to see my sister atop me on my bed, tugging at my chest. “It’s our first day of college, wake up!” she then smashed a pillow into my face making me fall of the bed onto the cold ground with her toppling down onto me. “owwwchh… get off of me” I said in an irritated way but Looking up I only saw her breasts through her pajamas and her sexy face looking down at me , but I didn’t say a word , For I found myself excited in some parts of my body….. Which I tried to hide from her….<br><br> Today was our first day at the community college and all around the world there was news about the life step technology and its first game the royal road which was created by Watson Toshiba. My sister was excited as hell to play this game with her friends and I … well I was excited as hell to see who her friends was cause if any was a male I would have kicked his ass all the way to Jupiter. Luckily there were no male friends…. yet.<br><br> “Welcome students I am your instructor Dr. Bernard!” I saw an old goof ball wearing a white coat entering the class in a lot of delight, he might of looked good if he sliced of his facial hair but he seriously looked like elmo from sesame street with a white jacket on. Every one excluding a boy named Allen Wu who was sitting in the back of the class said “we are grateful to be in your class and wish to learn everything about virtual reality games!” There was a whole long fucked up ballad of the Allen Wu guy and his respect etc. but I could not have cared less, all I did was plot of how I could keep trail of my sister in the game. For we have played many games together and in all I would have stalked my sister and pk all male characters who came close to her.<br><br> At the end of the session Dr. Bernard left and we were packing up to go. We walked outside of class heading off home. We walked around the whole school before leaving because she wanted to explore it. We then left to the main entrance and were leaving the compound I then asked “what do you think about …”but then all of a sudden a boy came rushing down the pathway with his shirt untidy from all the running. He suddenly pulled over by us and asked my sister, if we had class, cutting my conversation with her. But to my demise I saw my sister blushing and keeping her head down as she spoke, telling him that Dr. Bernard left a notice for all the people who did not attend the class. I could have seen on her face that she somehow liked this guy….. Well from that day on figured out that his name was Eustace Yoshino…And I…… fuckin dis liked this guy… for I was ready to make his life deep shit at any moment , if he dared to touch my sister!<br><br><br><br><span style="color: #4000FF;">Thanks to one of my favorite team members for coming up with this story, enjoy!</span> </div>

A long, painful Journey ends. Watson Toshiba The day we meet again has finally come…. Ana, I hope… you did not wait long… It has been 18 years since my wife, Ana, has been in a coma, but now, thanks to the life step technology I will get to see her beautiful face once again, for it connects minds to each other, This is by far most my greatest invention. System A.I. – Welcome to the Royal Road, create your character, and choose your race and class. System A.I- Race chosen is human, class chosen is warrior, name picked is Toshiba, is this it? Toshiba – Yes, lunch system now! As I enter my own creation, a blinding light awoke me to the world of fantasies. I was in awe that my creation was this magnificent. My wife Ana was locked on onto my map. Showing where her location was. Without any thought I ran towards that direction on my map. To my disgust I saw a band of thieves kidnapping her in the worst of ways… my own wife, I can’t believe that the game would do this, but without hesitation I ran into a fierce battle alone. “Ana!!!” I yelled as I leaped towards the thieves. Ana watched me and cried out in shock, desperation and love. I triumphantly swung my sword slicing through my opponents and leaving a trail of blood. In the end I won a great victory. “Ana, my love!” I yelled out to her as I hugged her. I felt her tears rolling down my neck and how cold her body was. I then said “I will never leave you alone, never again will I be so foolish, never again!” I cried out. The system made her an elf, with white long hair, a fair face and a slim body; people could have mistaken her for being a fairy. But I knew it was her at first sight, for she was my greatest of treasures, my own wife. A broken soul, restored Eric Fujo My life has been in complete shatters ever since my older sister died. A brutal death, she was murdered but no one knew who murdered her so it was told that she was in a car accident. Only I a seven year old boy knew… who murdered her, a traumatizing scene of rape and slaughter I witnessed alone, but my mind has forgotten the face of the demon that did it. I always said to myself that one day I shall avenge her, after 5 years psychological therapy I lost all interest in revenge. “Eric... Eric were home honey!” my mother barked through the front window of our 2 story house. “Ughh… ok hold up ill ….im coming to open the door!” I yelled back. My parents told me they went to collect something speacial, But that something was more than I would have ever known. I opened up the front door, ‘arghh’ I mumbled as light entered the house for the first time of the day, blinding my eyes, for the house was so dark and gloomy that people could have mistaken it for a haunted house. My mom was holding a bag of groceries and my dad was parking the car. “So… what’s this special something I asked?” in delight, hoping it was a chocolate cheese cake, for it was my parents 18th anniversary. “Eric” my mom said anxiously, “this is our special surprise!” then I saw my dad holding a twelve year old girl’s hand, walking up to us. Eric the both said together, “we’ve got a new member to our family, her name is Lisa.” I watched a beautiful, Asian girl, with black hair, who was the same age as me walked up to me, and kissed my cheek. I just stared at the sky with a motionless face, for having a sister brought back many dark memories I locked away….. I didn’t know if I was anxious, angry, happy or sad … all of my emotions went blank. 6 Years passed; my sister and I now attended Mt. Sac community college. I however, still had mixed emotions, all I knew was that I will not let my sister die, so I was over protective towards her, but deep down I think I liked her, more than just….. as a sister, for never in a life has a girl ever treat me so kindly and friendly, even if It was just a siblings connection. “Wake up …. Wake up Erick!” my eyes awoke to see my sister atop me on my bed, tugging at my chest. “It’s our first day of college, wake up!” she then smashed a pillow into my face making me fall of the bed onto the cold ground with her toppling down onto me. “owwwchh… get off of me” I said in an irritated way but Looking up I only saw her breasts through her pajamas and her sexy face looking down at me , but I didn’t say a word , For I found myself excited in some parts of my body….. Which I tried to hide from her…. Today was our first day at the community college and all around the world there was news about the life step technology and its first game the royal road which was created by Watson Toshiba. My sister was excited as hell to play this game with her friends and I … well I was excited as hell to see who her friends was cause if any was a male I would have kicked his ass all the way to Jupiter. Luckily there were no male friends…. yet. “Welcome students I am your instructor Dr. Bernard!” I saw an old goof ball wearing a white coat entering the class in a lot of delight, he might of looked good if he sliced of his facial hair but he seriously looked like elmo from sesame street with a white jacket on. Every one excluding a boy named Allen Wu who was sitting in the back of the class said “we are grateful to be in your class and wish to learn everything about virtual reality games!” There was a whole long fucked up ballad of the Allen Wu guy and his respect etc. but I could not have cared less, all I did was plot of how I could keep trail of my sister in the game. For we have played many games together and in all I would have stalked my sister and pk all male characters who came close to her. At the end of the session Dr. Bernard left and we were packing up to go. We walked outside of class heading off home. We walked around the whole school before leaving because she wanted to explore it. We then left to the main entrance and were leaving the compound I then asked “what do you think about …”but then all of a sudden a boy came rushing down the pathway with his shirt untidy from all the running. He suddenly pulled over by us and asked my sister, if we had class, cutting my conversation with her. But to my demise I saw my sister blushing and keeping her head down as she spoke, telling him that Dr. Bernard left a notice for all the people who did not attend the class. I could have seen on her face that she somehow liked this guy….. Well from that day on figured out that his name was Eustace Yoshino…And I…… fuckin dis liked this guy… for I was ready to make his life deep shit at any moment , if he dared to touch my sister! Thanks to one of my favorite team members for coming up with this story, enjoy!

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <p class="cnMwZjJlOWZmMGZiMDQzNGU5Nzk5YTc0YjA3YThjMzRj">Arwyn walked into the electronics store, telling herself, <em>I'm </em>just<em> going to buy a new laptop.</em> Her old one was <em>old</em>, and had finally broken down. She had done her research online, and knew exactly which one she wanted. A quick word to a saleslady, and she had a box with the laptop in hand within a few minutes. Business done, she could not resist drifting over to the video game section.</p> <p class="cnMyYWI3ODRhNTZjYTQ5NmI4ZjVhMWI5MzYxMDhkNTQw">&nbsp;</p> <p class="cnMyYjJlYzBjZWRjZTRiN2Q4MmM3Mzg3ZjE0NjMwNGUw">The first thing she saw was a huge sign proclaiming “Fantasia: Fantasy Life” in glittering, fancy lettering. Underneath the words was a video screen showing an attractive blonde girl lying down wearing a sensor-helmet, which faded into the image of the girl, now a powerful cleric, blasting undead monsters with holy light.</p> <p class="cnMyN2IyZjJjZTEyNjQzMWY5MjFkNWU1ZTNkM2EwYzVl"><em>A new virtual reality game! Fantasy-themed this time.</em> Arwyn had always loved fantasy and video games as a child, a passion she had not outgrown in her teen and now young adult years. (She was still really a child on the inside.) She had tried other virtual reality games, but as they had been based on real life, or been some first-person shooter, she had quickly lost interest. She looked at the ridiculous price for the game and sensor set, and tried to convince herself not to buy it. <em>Okay, this price tag is ridiculous. You should never buy electronics when they first come out; the prices always drop so much after the first few weeks. Anyways, it's tax season; I'm totally swamped at work, and I obviously don't have time to play.</em></p> <p class="cnM3MmZhYzVmMjgyMzQ0NzJiOTIyZTI0MzgwZGFhYTcy">Smaller writing on the sign caught her eye: “Play in your Sleep!” <em>Oh my.</em> Unable to resist, she quickly did the calculations in her head. Having known from a young age that she was very reluctant to spend money, she set aside a small fraction of her income that she labelled 'guilt-free spending.' If she spent every cent in that fund, plus most of what she would have put in this month, she could afford it.</p> <p class="cnM4Y2RkNWNmZDhjODRmMzVhOTMzYWU2NDIyMDcyMTE5">The employee she asked for help this time was much friendlier. <em>Probably thinking about the huge commission he's about to earn. </em>She ended up buying the reclining chair that went with the helmet as well. The employee went as far as to help her carry her purchases to her car. <em>Wow. Just how much am I earning this guy?</em> Driving home, she felt a growing sense of excitement. <em>This is going to be fun!</em></p> <p class="cnNmNGQ4NTBkMzVlYzQ2NjRhNmE4OTliZjY3OTk2YmI0">&nbsp;</p> <p class="cnM4ZDcyMTQ5OTI3MDQ0Zjk4ZDljMWQyZTZmMjY0MTA5">It took two trips to lug everything into her house, one for the recliner and one for everything else. <em>First things first</em>, she thought. Feeling virtuous, Arwyn opened her new laptop, and, placing it on the coffee table in the living room, started setting up a user account and installing the programs she would need for work. While she waited for the programs to load, she read the instruction manual for <em>Fantasia</em>:</p> <p class="cnM0YzEwMzkzNzA1MTRmN2I4YTVkZDY0OGNiYmZhOTlm">Welcome to Fantasia! You're about to enter a world full of magic and excitement. Become a warrior or a mage, an elf or a beastman. Whether you want to reign as lord of a city or become the most famed craftsman on the continent, it can all happen here. Fantasia's revolutionary gameplay allows you 99% realism and the ability to play in your sleep. Your adventure awaits!</p> <p class="cnNiMDRiOTkwYmM4NTQyYjY4OTYzZmU4MzY4YmQyNjA5"><em>Wow. I can really play eight hours a night without taking a second away from anything else. Is this really possible?</em></p> <p class="cnNiZDI2ZTExZDBhNTRlYjQ5ODE5OTg4ZmQ2YjYzYTUx">Arwyn flipped the page to the setup section:</p> <p class="cnNmNzFlNTlmMjYwNTQxYWJiNDAxNGM5ZTBjYTBjYWUx">Fantasia consoles require virtually no setup. Simply unfold the legs of the recliner and attach the helmet to an Internet connection and power source, and you're ready to play!</p> <p class="cnNiMmU3NDE5OGMzYTQyMDFhODBhNTkzOWU2YzE3NzBj"><em>Well, that seems easy.</em> Arwyn cut the tape on the boxes and pulled out the recliner. It was matte black with three pairs of shiny chrome legs, each pair connected in a U shape. The legs were hinged and snapped into place easily. <em>Hmm. Where do I put this? Either in my room or the games room, I guess.</em> Since her bedroom held a queen-sized bed and had not much room for anything else, the games room it was. Snapping the legs back in, Arwyn dragged the recliner to the next room over. It was supposed to be the dining room, but she could never understand why one would have a table for breakfast in the kitchen and a separate table for dinner. Thus, she had converted it to a games room (she had her priorities straight). It held nothing but a TV, a couch, and shelves for her large collections of games and books. She set the recliner up in an unused corner and went back for the helmet. It followed the same black-and-silver theme as the chair. At first, Arwyn was alarmed at the number of wires attached at various places on the helmet, but was reassured when she saw that they all merged into one Internet cable. Back in the games room, she plugged it in. Resisting the temptation to jump into the game, she looked at the clock: 7:00pm. <em>Okay, dinner, set up the laptop, finish reading the manual, get ready for bed, and </em>then<em> I can play.</em> Going into the kitchen, she heated up some leftovers from the night before and ate them. Starting the file transfer from her old laptop to her new one, an instant message popped onto the screen:</p> <p class="cnMxMDIwOWNiOGRlYjQxNGM4ODRhYzg5MTFlNWFlY2Jl">&nbsp;</p> <p class="cnMzZDNkNmMwNGYxODRlYzA5MjYyMDcwOTFkZDE4OWZi">Leah-IfIHadAMillionDollars... - Hey, Ari, what's up? How was the laptop buying?</p> <p class="cnMzYWEwYmEzZmIxOTQ5ZGFiNDMxNTEyODNhOGE3MzQ2">ArwynTheElf – Well, I kind of made a side purchase...</p> <p class="cnNjNTk5MzA5MDhmODQ5YzQ5ZWUxMjY0NDY0NTcxNTc2">Leah-IfIHadAMillionDollars... - Really? What?</p> <p class="cnNhMDEyYTU1NmZkNTQ0YzY4M2RmMWQ0NzgwYmY1NDgy">ArwynTheElf – It's called Fantasia.</p> <p class="cnM3MGUwMzhjNGEzNzRmZmY4ODI0OTc1YzA2MDY1ODk3">Leah-IfIHadAMillionDollars... - *squeal* Oh my god, it's out?? I've wanted to get it ever since I saw it on VirtualRealities.com! I'm going to go get it right now, and we can play together tonight! See you in Fantasia!</p> <p class="cnM1Mzk0ZThkOTAyOTQ1NGViZWRhNjBlZjQzYzkyYzUz">Leah-IfIHadAMillionDollars... is offline.</p> <p class="cnNhOGNlNzU0MzhiNTQ5N2JiZGRhZGI5MjA1YTgzMDQ5">&nbsp;</p> <p class="cnM5ZDIzMDNkNDEyMDRhZTViNTMyOWM0OGI5N2Q0OWVh">Arwyn sighed at her friend's exuberance. If Leah did not make such a huge amount of money as a PR representative, she would worry about her friend's finances. As it was, Arwyn was glad she had set up a bank account that automatically saved a certain sum of money every month on Leah's behalf. She turned her attention back to her file transfer: Loading... 1% complete. <em>This is going to take all night</em>.</p> <p class="cnNlODI0ZTFjODc4ZDRkYWViOTQzNDU3ZWUzN2Q4MzM3">Glad to have an excuse to not work, she picked up the <em>Fantasia </em>manual:</p> <p class="cnM1OTJiZGY5OTYzZTRkN2ZhNmQ4ZjA2NGU4MzQyNDhj">Getting started</p> <p class="cnNlYzEzOTkwOTJjNzQ5MjM5ZDhjYTU0NWRlYzc4MWE3">When you first log onto Fantasia, a biometric reading will be done of your body. Your character's appearance will be based on your own appearance, with modifications depending on the race you choose and a limited range of options. Appearance modules can be bought on the VirtualRealities website to further alter your appearance.</p> <p class="cnM2MjMxYjMyN2YwNTQ3MDI4OWIxZmZlMWU1MTJlMjEx"><em>This I have to see, </em>thought Arwyn, bringing up the VirtualRealities website on her laptop. Choosing Fantasia from the many games on the website, she found the items you could purchase with real money. Ignoring the legendary weapons and armour, she found the appearance modules:</p> <p class="cnM3MzcxM2Q3NTY5NDQ5M2VhMTIxMWUyZmY2ZjY1ZGNm">Beauty – increase your overall attractiveness by 1</p> <p class="cnMyNjI2MjBmOTlkMjQ3ZmFhOTIxODYwNTY4MTA5MzY4">Hair colour – expand the allowable hair colour range by 30</p> <p class="cnMxODViZjZkZDNlMDRjNjk5ZGFjZGUyMTQzYjE3MWFk">Eye colour – expand the allowable eye colour range by 30</p> <p class="cnNkZTgyMWJjNGIxMjQ0YzA5MDA2MjhhNzI1YWNiMjAy">Skin colour – expand the allowable skin colour range by 30</p> <p class="cnNkZjMzNjc5NzNiMzRhYmE5NTIyZGQ2ZDUxOTRkZWNl">Height – change height by up to 5cm</p> <p class="cnNhNDlhOGQwZGY3YzRmMGI4NWMzMzk0NWNjMDYyM2Y3">Proportions – change body measurements by up to 5cm in total</p> <p class="cnM5NjliZDA0NGM3YjRmZWRhMWQwMjcwODJhNTg3NDE4">Age – change apparent age by up to 10 years</p> <p class="cnM3MDkyMjA2OWVkZDQ1MjQ5YzBlMzdkNWVhM2ViZTky">*Special modifications can by requested by emailing VirtualRealities. Prices will vary depending on request.</p> <p class="cnNkODM1NWVlMWUxNTQ5OWVhZDljNWVjZmJkNTM0NGE1">&nbsp;</p> <p class="cnNmMzMzNTNhYjg3NzQ0ZDBhNTM5ZGRlZjRjYTM2ZTMz">Each of the regular modules cost ten dollars. <em>Wow. Just cheap enough that I'm tempted, and just expensive enough that you pay through the nose if you want to dramatically alter your appearance. Meh, I'll create my character before deciding whether I need any of these. </em>She went back to reading the manual:</p> <p class="cnMzYWQ3NGFjMzMzZTQyYmI4NjIxN2YwZjQ2NTIyYTUw">Choosing a Race</p> <p class="cnNjMWI0MmQ1YWQ4OTRkYzk5MTNmMGYwMDIwMGFjYjFi">There are many races and sub-races to choose from in Fantasia. Choose carefully, as to change race after starting the game, you must delete your character and start back at level 1 for all skills.</p> <p class="cnM1ZmE5MjNhMmRkZTRhNWE5MTA3YjMwYmM2YTM4ZGY3">Human – <em>the most versatile of the races, humans are a balance between all attributes. The youngest and most populous of the races.</em></p> <ul> <li><em>no sub-races available</em></li> </ul> <p class="cnMxY2VkNDIzMGRmMzQ4YjA4NWYxZmE3Y2FhYjJlYTRl"><em>Heh, of course there are no sub-races; that would be like printing 'SUE ME' in bold across the front of the game. Making generalizations about race... Bad idea.</em></p> <p class="cnM0YjgzYTY2YWNkYzRiYzFhNDg3ZWE4Y2U4MmQ3N2Uz">Elf – <em>Elves are magical creatures at home in nature. They are naturally faster and more dexterous than humans, as well as having more affinity with magic, at the cost of brute strength.</em></p> <p class="cnM0N2U5OTUxN2E3YzQ2NmRiMWMyM2U4OGE2MzhjNzBj">Arwyn already knew that she would choose to be an elf, having been fascinated with them ever since she could read.</p> <p class="cnM3ODFmZWY1ZWQxNTRhMWY4NzUyMmFkODE4MTZhMmJh">Sub-Races</p> <p class="cnNiOGQ2ZTUwYmRmMTRiNTNhZTY0YTA3YjlkMmY1Mjkz">Dark elves – <em>distant cousins of surface elves, dark elves moved underground millennia ago and have developed the ability to see in pitch blackness with infrared vision. Their eyes are so sensitive to light that their sight must be shielded at all times above ground.</em></p> <p class="cnNkZjI1NzhhMjY1MjRjMTg4YmJmYTJiMTNjOTI3ZjFj">Sun elves – <em>originally from desert areas, sun elves are a race of extremes, from vivid coloring to highly specialized talents. There are no shades of grey amongst these people.</em></p> <p class="cnM1NjE1NGUyNTNkYzQxOWY4NjNjZmM2YzI2YWM3ZDMw">Moon elves – <em>The original race of elves from which the other sub-races evolved, moon elves are at home in the forest, always in harmony with the trees and especially the Mana Tree that is their main source of magic.</em></p> <p class="cnNiN2Q4YmZhZTJiOTRmNGJhZmRmNzNiZmY4MzJhMWIy">Avariels – <em>Upon attaining level 50, all elves (regardless of sub-race) may embark on a quest for the Mana Tree, and upon completion, be granted a set of wings to soar in the sky.</em></p> <p class="cnNjNjAwNmZjM2Q0MzRkZjRhNGVlYWI5OGVkOGIzNzgz"><em>Eee! Wings! I'm not stopping until I hit level 50 and finish that quest!</em></p> <p class="cnM4MGNlMzU2NTAxYzRlNGU5ODQwMTRhNTdhOTU1Yjgz"><em> </em>Impatient to start playing, Arwyn just skimmed the rest of the races: dwarves, goblins, beast-kin, celestials, dragonkin, elementals, undead, and merfolk. The manual also said that new races would soon be added, but Arwyn doubted that she would come across something more appealing than a winged elf.</p> <p class="cnMwMzI1MWI2NTQzODQ0NTY5MDA1Mzg2ZGYwZTIyNjBi">Classes</p> <p class="cnNhMDhlYTJkY2E0MjQ0ZTdiYWRmMGE5YjY2MTU2MmY0">Ever felt frustrated at having to keep and train separate characters to play different classes? Fantasia is the game for you! Learn all the skills and abilities you want, as long as you can find the NPC or manual with the knowledge. Some skills can even be taught from player to player. <em>It is recommended that low-level players focus on one or two classes in order to gain combat levels quickly, as each class's skills must be learned separately, from the beginner level. Only one character can be created per player.</em></p> <p class="cnMxYjAyYTVjYTYxNjRlNDI5Mzk0YjZmZWIyZDE4YmM4">The four main classes were warrior, mage, archer, and rogue, each with countless sub-classes and skill sets. After some deliberation, Arwyn decided to first focus on becoming a warrior wielding dual blades, like her favourite elven character, Drizzt Do'Urden<a href="#_edn1" name="_ednref1" rel=" ugc nofollow">[i]</a>. <em>I really hope I can actually coordinate two swords; it would be painful </em>(and pathetic) <em>if I ended up cutting my own hand off.</em></p> <p class="cnMwMmI2NDcwN2M4NDQyZDdiZjFlYzk4ZjczNjI2YzRh">Skills</p> <p class="cnM0Y2RiZmQzMDk4ODRiOTQ4Nzk2ODdlNjk4YWQ4MGQ1">If fighting does not appeal to you, there is still much to do and explore in the world of Fantasia! In addition to the various combat skills and abilities, there are many non-combat skill sets to master, including several crafting skills, enchanting, art, cooking, and trading. Unlike in other games, the items you create are only limited by your skill level and imagination. Make highly customized items that are absolutely unique!</p> <p class="cnM2MWU1NjI4NTE3MTQ2ZmViZGY0YjkwOTk3NmIyNGEx"><em>Cool. I'll definitely try that.</em></p> <p class="cnNlOGE3YmJlNjVmYzRlM2Y5MDk3Y2VkMjg0MDM3ZmQ1">The rest of the manual was about advanced gameplay and standard navigation common to all games of this type, so Arwyn decided to jump into the game without reading further. Getting ready for bed, she lay down on the recliner in her pyjamas. <em>Wow. This is actually really comfortable.</em> Putting the sensor-helmet on, she set the time when she wanted to wake up, and then turned on the game.</p> <hr> <p class="cnM4YjY0ODhhMTFjYTRmYzVhMmZhYjY1YjNiOTg3NjM3">Footnotes:</p> <p class="cnMyM2FmY2NhNTRjMTQ0NzVhOTFjZDFmYjVlMzFiOGMz"><a href="#_ednref1" name="_edn1" rel=" ugc nofollow">[i]</a> Drizzt Do’Urden, dark elf from the series Legend of Drizzt by R. A. Salvatore</p> </div>

Arwyn walked into the electronics store, telling herself, *I'm* just *going to buy a new laptop.* Her old one was *old*, and had finally broken down. She had done her research online, and knew exactly which one she wanted. A quick word to a saleslady, and she had a box with the laptop in hand within a few minutes. Business done, she could not resist drifting over to the video game section.   The first thing she saw was a huge sign proclaiming “Fantasia: Fantasy Life” in glittering, fancy lettering. Underneath the words was a video screen showing an attractive blonde girl lying down wearing a sensor-helmet, which faded into the image of the girl, now a powerful cleric, blasting undead monsters with holy light. *A new virtual reality game! Fantasy-themed this time.* Arwyn had always loved fantasy and video games as a child, a passion she had not outgrown in her teen and now young adult years. (She was still really a child on the inside.) She had tried other virtual reality games, but as they had been based on real life, or been some first-person shooter, she had quickly lost interest. She looked at the ridiculous price for the game and sensor set, and tried to convince herself not to buy it. *Okay, this price tag is ridiculous. You should never buy electronics when they first come out; the prices always drop so much after the first few weeks. Anyways, it's tax season; I'm totally swamped at work, and I obviously don't have time to play.* Smaller writing on the sign caught her eye: “Play in your Sleep!” *Oh my.* Unable to resist, she quickly did the calculations in her head. Having known from a young age that she was very reluctant to spend money, she set aside a small fraction of her income that she labelled 'guilt-free spending.' If she spent every cent in that fund, plus most of what she would have put in this month, she could afford it. The employee she asked for help this time was much friendlier. *Probably thinking about the huge commission he's about to earn.* She ended up buying the reclining chair that went with the helmet as well. The employee went as far as to help her carry her purchases to her car. *Wow. Just how much am I earning this guy?* Driving home, she felt a growing sense of excitement. *This is going to be fun!*   It took two trips to lug everything into her house, one for the recliner and one for everything else. *First things first*, she thought. Feeling virtuous, Arwyn opened her new laptop, and, placing it on the coffee table in the living room, started setting up a user account and installing the programs she would need for work. While she waited for the programs to load, she read the instruction manual for *Fantasia*: Welcome to Fantasia! You're about to enter a world full of magic and excitement. Become a warrior or a mage, an elf or a beastman. Whether you want to reign as lord of a city or become the most famed craftsman on the continent, it can all happen here. Fantasia's revolutionary gameplay allows you 99% realism and the ability to play in your sleep. Your adventure awaits! *Wow. I can really play eight hours a night without taking a second away from anything else. Is this really possible?* Arwyn flipped the page to the setup section: Fantasia consoles require virtually no setup. Simply unfold the legs of the recliner and attach the helmet to an Internet connection and power source, and you're ready to play! *Well, that seems easy.* Arwyn cut the tape on the boxes and pulled out the recliner. It was matte black with three pairs of shiny chrome legs, each pair connected in a U shape. The legs were hinged and snapped into place easily. *Hmm. Where do I put this? Either in my room or the games room, I guess.* Since her bedroom held a queen-sized bed and had not much room for anything else, the games room it was. Snapping the legs back in, Arwyn dragged the recliner to the next room over. It was supposed to be the dining room, but she could never understand why one would have a table for breakfast in the kitchen and a separate table for dinner. Thus, she had converted it to a games room (she had her priorities straight). It held nothing but a TV, a couch, and shelves for her large collections of games and books. She set the recliner up in an unused corner and went back for the helmet. It followed the same black-and-silver theme as the chair. At first, Arwyn was alarmed at the number of wires attached at various places on the helmet, but was reassured when she saw that they all merged into one Internet cable. Back in the games room, she plugged it in. Resisting the temptation to jump into the game, she looked at the clock: 7:00pm. *Okay, dinner, set up the laptop, finish reading the manual, get ready for bed, and* then *I can play.* Going into the kitchen, she heated up some leftovers from the night before and ate them. Starting the file transfer from her old laptop to her new one, an instant message popped onto the screen:   Leah-IfIHadAMillionDollars... - Hey, Ari, what's up? How was the laptop buying? ArwynTheElf – Well, I kind of made a side purchase... Leah-IfIHadAMillionDollars... - Really? What? ArwynTheElf – It's called Fantasia. Leah-IfIHadAMillionDollars... - *squeal* Oh my god, it's out?? I've wanted to get it ever since I saw it on VirtualRealities.com! I'm going to go get it right now, and we can play together tonight! See you in Fantasia! Leah-IfIHadAMillionDollars... is offline.   Arwyn sighed at her friend's exuberance. If Leah did not make such a huge amount of money as a PR representative, she would worry about her friend's finances. As it was, Arwyn was glad she had set up a bank account that automatically saved a certain sum of money every month on Leah's behalf. She turned her attention back to her file transfer: Loading... 1% complete. *This is going to take all night*. Glad to have an excuse to not work, she picked up the *Fantasia* manual: Getting started When you first log onto Fantasia, a biometric reading will be done of your body. Your character's appearance will be based on your own appearance, with modifications depending on the race you choose and a limited range of options. Appearance modules can be bought on the VirtualRealities website to further alter your appearance. *This I have to see,* thought Arwyn, bringing up the VirtualRealities website on her laptop. Choosing Fantasia from the many games on the website, she found the items you could purchase with real money. Ignoring the legendary weapons and armour, she found the appearance modules: Beauty – increase your overall attractiveness by 1 Hair colour – expand the allowable hair colour range by 30 Eye colour – expand the allowable eye colour range by 30 Skin colour – expand the allowable skin colour range by 30 Height – change height by up to 5cm Proportions – change body measurements by up to 5cm in total Age – change apparent age by up to 10 years *Special modifications can by requested by emailing VirtualRealities. Prices will vary depending on request.   Each of the regular modules cost ten dollars. *Wow. Just cheap enough that I'm tempted, and just expensive enough that you pay through the nose if you want to dramatically alter your appearance. Meh, I'll create my character before deciding whether I need any of these.* She went back to reading the manual: Choosing a Race There are many races and sub-races to choose from in Fantasia. Choose carefully, as to change race after starting the game, you must delete your character and start back at level 1 for all skills. Human – *the most versatile of the races, humans are a balance between all attributes. The youngest and most populous of the races.* * *no sub-races available* *Heh, of course there are no sub-races; that would be like printing 'SUE ME' in bold across the front of the game. Making generalizations about race... Bad idea.* Elf – *Elves are magical creatures at home in nature. They are naturally faster and more dexterous than humans, as well as having more affinity with magic, at the cost of brute strength.* Arwyn already knew that she would choose to be an elf, having been fascinated with them ever since she could read. Sub-Races Dark elves – *distant cousins of surface elves, dark elves moved underground millennia ago and have developed the ability to see in pitch blackness with infrared vision. Their eyes are so sensitive to light that their sight must be shielded at all times above ground.* Sun elves – *originally from desert areas, sun elves are a race of extremes, from vivid coloring to highly specialized talents. There are no shades of grey amongst these people.* Moon elves – *The original race of elves from which the other sub-races evolved, moon elves are at home in the forest, always in harmony with the trees and especially the Mana Tree that is their main source of magic.* Avariels – *Upon attaining level 50, all elves (regardless of sub-race) may embark on a quest for the Mana Tree, and upon completion, be granted a set of wings to soar in the sky.* *Eee! Wings! I'm not stopping until I hit level 50 and finish that quest!* Impatient to start playing, Arwyn just skimmed the rest of the races: dwarves, goblins, beast-kin, celestials, dragonkin, elementals, undead, and merfolk. The manual also said that new races would soon be added, but Arwyn doubted that she would come across something more appealing than a winged elf. Classes Ever felt frustrated at having to keep and train separate characters to play different classes? Fantasia is the game for you! Learn all the skills and abilities you want, as long as you can find the NPC or manual with the knowledge. Some skills can even be taught from player to player. *It is recommended that low-level players focus on one or two classes in order to gain combat levels quickly, as each class's skills must be learned separately, from the beginner level. Only one character can be created per player.* The four main classes were warrior, mage, archer, and rogue, each with countless sub-classes and skill sets. After some deliberation, Arwyn decided to first focus on becoming a warrior wielding dual blades, like her favourite elven character, Drizzt Do'Urden[[i]](#_edn1). *I really hope I can actually coordinate two swords; it would be painful* (and pathetic) *if I ended up cutting my own hand off.* Skills If fighting does not appeal to you, there is still much to do and explore in the world of Fantasia! In addition to the various combat skills and abilities, there are many non-combat skill sets to master, including several crafting skills, enchanting, art, cooking, and trading. Unlike in other games, the items you create are only limited by your skill level and imagination. Make highly customized items that are absolutely unique! *Cool. I'll definitely try that.* The rest of the manual was about advanced gameplay and standard navigation common to all games of this type, so Arwyn decided to jump into the game without reading further. Getting ready for bed, she lay down on the recliner in her pyjamas. *Wow. This is actually really comfortable.* Putting the sensor-helmet on, she set the time when she wanted to wake up, and then turned on the game. --- Footnotes: [[i]](#_ednref1) Drizzt Do’Urden, dark elf from the series Legend of Drizzt by R. A. Salvatore

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <span style="color: #FF0000;">Rules for posting:<br>1. Post your chapter here. No where else.<br>2. Penguin is the MC.<br>3. Feel free to write about anyone or anything relating to royalroadl.com<br>4. Story Trolling is allowed only if it is funny.<br>5. Remember to mark up strong scenes for younger viewers at the start of your chapter.<br>6. Follow the rules.<br><br></span><br>XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX<br><br><br><br>“Masssstterrrr. We have located the knights and the priest.” said a creature of unknown origin; clad in black skin tight clothes, wearing only a white face mask with two holes for the eyes. The creature lurked around a grand throne. Absolute darkness lit by only the moonlight would be the best way to describe the throne hall that lay in ruins and despair. <br><br>“Unleash the horde.” A dark voice rippled through the air. Just as the mysterious voice echoed in the dilapidated halls, an equally mysterious templar appeared sitting on the throne. The master of the minion, a grand templar knight clad in shining metallic armor towering over two meters in height appeared on the throne as the moonlight fell upon it.<br><br>“Massstterr. All of them?” the small creature asked out of disbelief.<br><br>The templars eyes shined red, if one could see his face they would have sworn he smiled. “Yes. unleash them all......MUAHAHAHAHAHAhahahaha.” The templar broke off into an evil laughter.<br><br>“Kukukukuku.” laughed the minion along side. It was like watching the royal road horror version of Dr Frankenstein and his hunchback assistant.<br><br>The knights and the priest would never see it coming.<br><br>x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x<br><br>The lonely moonlight streamed into a dark room. It’s silver light revealing the commotion plaguing the room inside. Two men hurriedly removed all the books they could from the shelves and into the trunk.<br><br>“Have we got everything?” Asked a young knight armed in white mythril armour. On his pure white armor there was a single badge of three initials: RRL. He peered out the window sensing a disturbance.<br><br>“Yes.” answered a priest, as he packed in the last bits of papers into a metal trunk. The priest wore long white robes which gleamed in the silver moonlight. The priest then took out chains from his inventory and a massive lock. While he was applying the locks to the trunk someone knocked on the door.A second knight entered the room, dressed in the same uniform as the first. “We need to go soon. They are almost upon us.”<br>“Already, Sunny?” Asked the first knight who helping the priest with the locks.<br><br> “So soon?” the priest asked with shock.<br><br>“We don’t have much time. Hurry Grisia!” Sunny replied as he ran towards the window hearing an explosion. “Haikai! get the horses ready, they are here.”<br><br>The priest Grisia and knight Haikai both wore grave looks on their faces. Hell had been set loose upon them.<br><br>x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-<br><br>“Run!” Screamed Grisia as he led the way. Haikai and Sunny, checked the backs, the horde was right behind them. <br><br>“Dammit! Can’t these horses go any faster?” Haikai asked in frustration. He was whipping them as much as he could, urging them, begging them, to go as fast as they could. But it was to no avail. All efforts were futile compared to the horde of leechers trailing them.<br><br>Grisia jumped off the wagon. “GO!”<br><br>“What are you doing?” Haikai turned back and shouted. <br><br>“Just go!” Grisia said as he stood his ground. <br><br>“Give my regards to Cat.” he said as he drew his staff out.<br><br>“Noooo!” Screamed Sunny. But it was too late. The distance between the two was too great to be covered. Even if they turned back there would be no saving Grisia.<br><br>Grisia stood up straight, wiping off the dirt of his white majestic robes. ‘Well then, might as well go out in style.’ he thought to himself.<br><br>“You shall not pass me!” Grisia roared as he held up his white staff. His eyes burned with feverish determination, he was ready to take them all down, even if it meant at the cost of his own life. As Sunny looked back, he could see a bright light engulf where Grisia stood before it all went dark.<br><br><br><br>XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX<br><br>“We are coming to you live today, from the London Zoo, where scientists are working around the clock to preserve the mind of the world’s smartest bird.”<br><br>..<br><br>..<br>…<br>..<br><br>.<br><br>.<br><br>.<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Connect to Royal Road?</td></tr><tr><td colspan="2">Yes</td><td colspan="2">No</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Squawk!” </div>

Rules for posting: 1. Post your chapter here. No where else. 2. Penguin is the MC. 3. Feel free to write about anyone or anything relating to royalroadl.com 4. Story Trolling is allowed only if it is funny. 5. Remember to mark up strong scenes for younger viewers at the start of your chapter. 6. Follow the rules. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX “Masssstterrrr. We have located the knights and the priest.” said a creature of unknown origin; clad in black skin tight clothes, wearing only a white face mask with two holes for the eyes. The creature lurked around a grand throne. Absolute darkness lit by only the moonlight would be the best way to describe the throne hall that lay in ruins and despair. “Unleash the horde.” A dark voice rippled through the air. Just as the mysterious voice echoed in the dilapidated halls, an equally mysterious templar appeared sitting on the throne. The master of the minion, a grand templar knight clad in shining metallic armor towering over two meters in height appeared on the throne as the moonlight fell upon it. “Massstterr. All of them?” the small creature asked out of disbelief. The templars eyes shined red, if one could see his face they would have sworn he smiled. “Yes. unleash them all......MUAHAHAHAHAHAhahahaha.” The templar broke off into an evil laughter. “Kukukukuku.” laughed the minion along side. It was like watching the royal road horror version of Dr Frankenstein and his hunchback assistant. The knights and the priest would never see it coming. x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x The lonely moonlight streamed into a dark room. It’s silver light revealing the commotion plaguing the room inside. Two men hurriedly removed all the books they could from the shelves and into the trunk. “Have we got everything?” Asked a young knight armed in white mythril armour. On his pure white armor there was a single badge of three initials: RRL. He peered out the window sensing a disturbance. “Yes.” answered a priest, as he packed in the last bits of papers into a metal trunk. The priest wore long white robes which gleamed in the silver moonlight. The priest then took out chains from his inventory and a massive lock. While he was applying the locks to the trunk someone knocked on the door.A second knight entered the room, dressed in the same uniform as the first. “We need to go soon. They are almost upon us.” “Already, Sunny?” Asked the first knight who helping the priest with the locks. “So soon?” the priest asked with shock. “We don’t have much time. Hurry Grisia!” Sunny replied as he ran towards the window hearing an explosion. “Haikai! get the horses ready, they are here.” The priest Grisia and knight Haikai both wore grave looks on their faces. Hell had been set loose upon them. x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x- “Run!” Screamed Grisia as he led the way. Haikai and Sunny, checked the backs, the horde was right behind them. “Dammit! Can’t these horses go any faster?” Haikai asked in frustration. He was whipping them as much as he could, urging them, begging them, to go as fast as they could. But it was to no avail. All efforts were futile compared to the horde of leechers trailing them. Grisia jumped off the wagon. “GO!” “What are you doing?” Haikai turned back and shouted. “Just go!” Grisia said as he stood his ground. “Give my regards to Cat.” he said as he drew his staff out. “Noooo!” Screamed Sunny. But it was too late. The distance between the two was too great to be covered. Even if they turned back there would be no saving Grisia. Grisia stood up straight, wiping off the dirt of his white majestic robes. ‘Well then, might as well go out in style.’ he thought to himself. “You shall not pass me!” Grisia roared as he held up his white staff. His eyes burned with feverish determination, he was ready to take them all down, even if it meant at the cost of his own life. As Sunny looked back, he could see a bright light engulf where Grisia stood before it all went dark. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX “We are coming to you live today, from the London Zoo, where scientists are working around the clock to preserve the mind of the world’s smartest bird.” .. .. … .. . . . | Connect to Royal Road? | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Yes | | No | | “Squawk!”

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #808040;">Battle Maiden</span></span><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Book 1 : Into the Gates of Hell<br>Chapter 5 : An End is Another Beginning</span></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><br><br>“Oh, it’s my ring! You guys actually did it!”<br><br>A genuinely happy expression was seen on Mrs. Graham’s Face, donning her wedding ring on her left ring finger. The whole kitchen was astonished at this sight, as the owner was famous for her strictness and constantly irritated face.<br><br>“How can I ever repay you?” She was so happy, that she did not mind the putrid smell coming from the ‘saviors’.<br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br>‘Money would be good. I won’t be worried about going hungry.’<br><br>‘Or three free meals a day, for life. That’s much better.Money will run out. She seems happy enough to agree to this.’<br><br>‘I guess I need to say something right now.’</span><br><br>Sera’s only concern right now was the quest would at least allow her to continue her peaceful way of life for a longer time. She did not care for experience or fame in the game. This world was but an escape. All she wanted was a place to vent; the training hall where she could release her stress and the library to read books. She found Royal Road rich and deep lore fascinating.<br><br>However, right now she was having a hard time trying to formulate the best response to get the reward she wanted. She knew the AI dynamics; the reward could be affected by the way an adventurer interacted with them.<br><br>“It was our pleasure to help. Your happy face made it worth our effort.”<br><br>It was not Sera who answered, but the man with a similar stench beside her. She took too much time thinking that the guy, Spoon, answered in her stead.<br><br>“Really? What a kind pair, the two of you. I was wrong thinking that you youngsters have no manners. But I can’t just let you leave without any reward. You went through such trouble.”<br><br>“Please, we insist.” Spoon was now taking the lead, conversing with Mrs. Graham.<br><br>“The least I could do is to offer you free meals at this establishment, anytime you want.”<br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br>‘YEEEEEEESSSSS!’<br><br>‘Good job Spoon! Even if your name is weird, I’m very grateful to you.’</span><br><br>Sera managed to hide her excitement; it was the reward that she wanted. She would no longer have to worry about not having anything to eat in the city.<br><br>“That is a very kind offer, but we’re adventurers. We travel the vast land of the continent in search for adventure,” Spoon declined her offer.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!’</span><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘What have you done?!’<br></span><br>“We won’t be staying in the city for long. This place is just a starting point. There are others out there who might need our help,” He continued.<br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br>‘What nonsense is he spouting about?!’</span><br><br>“But of course! Nice young people like you should go out and expand your horizons. Help out more people in need!” Mrs. Graham was very touched by Spoon’s answer.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘Who is this “we” he is talking about? I just want my food free..’</span><br><br>“In that case, I have the perfect reward for both of you aspiring adventurers. A travelling kit which includes field cooking equipments, blankets, and an extra large backpack. I’ll fill the pack with some dried food and bandages. Also, take some pocket money.”<br><br>“This is too much, we can’t possibly accept this.” Spoon was surprised when he saw all the stuff Mrs. Graham handed over to them.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘Yes we can! T-T’</span> Sera was crying inside, but was unable to express it..<br><br>“I insist! You do not know how much the ring meant to me. This barely repays my favor to you.”<br><br>“If that is the case, then we will gratefully accept this gift.”<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">*Ttring*</span><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">You have completed a quest.</span></td></tr><tr><td colspan="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><ul><br><li>You have leveled up!</li><br><li>You have leveled up!</li><br><li>Fame increased by 30</li><br><li>Your relationship with Mrs. Graham has greatly improved.</li><br><li>You’ve earned 80 silver.</li><br><li>Received Mrs. Graham Travelling Kit ™</li></ul><br></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><br><br>At the back alley of the Salty Rose, Sera and Spoon were resting their weary avatar body. Both of them sat on the ground with their back leaning against the wall. Their first skirmish was taking its toll; weary and tired, they just sat silently, enjoying the quiet, empty alley.<br><br>The game was able to simulate body fatigue just like real life. It’s too bad that the effect was not felt in real life, or else a VR game would be a preferred method of exercising. Lying down all day playing VR games was not that healthy for you.<br><br>“Spoon?” Sera’s voice broke the silence.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘That sweet voice, it feels wasted that she called me by my stupid nickname…’<br><br>‘Karma sure is quick and cruel on me.</span><br><br>“Yes?”<br><br>“Your shield, it’s time I returned it. It’s got blood all over, should I send it for repair first?”<br><br>When Spoon tried to give her the shield, Sera refused to accept it. She finally accepted it after agreeing that she would only borrow it for the quest period; which was already over. It was time to return the shield back to Spoon.<br><br>“Keep it. It suits you.”<br><br>In Royal Road, item transfer could only happen when both parties agreed to it. There were exceptions and certain ways to bypass this, such as dropping the item intentionally (or accidentally) and theft. The latter will mark you as criminal,and cause all the guards in town to be hostile towards you. Spoon tried to use this knowledge to gift the shield to Sera, which was his initial intention.<br><br>“I told you I can’t accept this!” Sera face turned sour.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘Is it bad that I find her distraught face cute?’<br><br>‘If this goes on I’ll eventually give in and take the shield back.’<br><br>‘Unless…’</span><br><br>Spoon suddenly stood, acting surprised. He moved his hand in midair, where a window showed up, showing the current time in real life.<br><br>“I’m sorry, I really need to go. I have an examination tomorrow and it’s late,” Spoon spoke hurriedly.<br><br>“See you next time. Till then keep the shield with you,” He continued.<br><br>Spoon’s avatar then disappeared from the alley, leaving Sera behind. He had logged out. Sera could not do anything, she knew she had been tricked.<br><br>Sera was now alone again. She fastened the shield to her backpack, newly acquired from quest’s reward. It was a dull wooden shield, all bloody and scratched. What was once a proud lion showing off its mane now appeared feral and grim.<br><br>“I should get this fixed first before returning it.”<br><br>Sera walks out of the alley, heading into the center of the city. She grabs the attentions of everyone she walks by with her look. A cute girl with a dirty and shabby beginner outfit. Sword at her waist, and a menacing buckler on her back. Walking whilst looking down on the road ahead of her, paying no attention to her surroundings. With the sound of whispers all around, it’s a familiar feeling for her, one that she did not expect to experience in Royal Road.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘Am I incapable for change?’</span><br><br><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><br><br>“Phuah! My plan worked!”<br><br>“She’ll have no choice but to accept the gift!”<br><br>Scott, having logged out of Royal Road, was now in the kitchen. He was replenishing his body with water, and eating some food before going to bed. It was easy to forget to eat and drink after playing RR, since the brain was tricked into thinking that they had eaten in game.<br>“Why are you making so much noise?” Steve suddenly showed up, disturbing his twin’s celebration.<br><br>“Nothing. Why are you still up?”<br><br>“You were too noisy. Now ‘fess up! What happened with the girl?”<br><br>Normally Scott would avoid talking about this, but his mood was currently very good. He told his brother about his epic quest, protecting the girl and the cool lines he said. Of course, in his version of the story, he was as gallant one as can be.<br><br>“That’s about it. I hope you don’t mind me giving the shield to her,” Scott ended his story.<br><br>“I don’t really mind you giving it to her. But, you know that she will try to return it again the next time you’re online,” Steve shrugged.<br><br>“That’s the point. It means more opportunities for me to meet her,” Scott proudly told his brother.<br><br>“Ooh, not bad at all. Since you can find out whether a person is online or not if they’re in your friends list, she’ll send you a whisper. Not bad.”<br><br>“Friend list?” Scott asked, looking confused.<br><br>“You did not add her as a friend???!!”<br><br>“I-I forgot..”<br><br>“You.. do you know how hard it is to find a person in Royal Road? Have you any idea how big the game is? The number of people playing at one time? You might not be able to meet her again!”<br><br>“Noooooo!!!”<br><br>Steve found it hard to believe his brother. He was not exaggerating things however; it was very hard to find someone based on name alone. Especially in a game like Royal Road that allowed multiple similar names.<br><br>He wanted to lecture his brother more, but was interrupted by a loud voice booming into the kitchen.<br><br>“YOU KIDS GO TO BED!!!”<br><br>The ruckus they caused had waked their father.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><br><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘Is he a ‘friend’?’<br><br>‘Well, he did not even ask to add me in his friend list..’<br><br>‘Partying up to complete a quest is nothing special, everyone does it. Even among strangers.’</span><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘Maybe I should be the one to ask.’<br><br>‘But what if he says no?’</span><br><br>Sera logged off immediately after she felt the way people the around her treated her. She had gotten used to it in real life, but not in the game. The game was supposed to be her sanctuary; her escape from the way the real world viewed her. Having been treated similarly in it, she could not stand it. She ran away, logging off in the middle of the street.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘An examination, I also have one tomorrow.’<br><br>‘Maybe he studies in the same place as me..’</span><br><br>“Unlikely..”<br><br>She loathed taking examinations. As much as she loved knowledge and learning new things, it was the test that labeled as a genius. She had once purposely made a mistake in a test, but the lecturer at that time gave her full marks. It turned out that the lecturers at her place were using her answer sheet as a marking scheme. Those lazy bastards.<br><br>Because of this, she felt bad if she answered wrongly. Not towards the lazy lecturers, but for the other students. She did not want someone’s correct answer marked wrong because she gave the wrong answer. She worked hard to ensure that her answers and grade stayed perfect.<br><br>‘It is late. I should sleep.’<br><br><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><br><br>The day Steve dreaded had arrived, the examination that would determine the fate of their allowances. On the first day, there was only one exam. Two hours of grueling tests, one of the hardest tests to pass. To make it worse, it started at 8am. By the end of it, the color was drained from Steve’s face as he walked beside his brother along the halls, devoid of energy.<br><br>“There is no such thing as a smart gene, dear Brother. You just never really used your brain up to now.”<br><br>“Blasphemy! I use my brain all the time. The amount of effort you put compared to mine is less, yet you seemed to be doing better than me!”<br><br>“It’s because you tried to build Rome in one day. I’ve been working on the foundation since I was a wee boy.”<br><br>“Why are we talking about Rome and foundation now? Do you mock me brother?”<br><br>“Nay, a solid foundation allows you to build a solid tower as high as the heavens. To build such things without laying proper foundation, it will soon collapse on itself.”<br><br>“I took 2 weeks off playing Royal Road for this, don’t tell me this I built Rome in one day nonsense!”<br><br>“No you did not. I have you in my friends’ list; I know when you’re online and when you’re not. Besides, it is not nonsense. I’ve been playing Royal Road too, and I know power leveling will make you weak in the long run. Steadily training yourself is the way to go.”<br><br>Scott’s tone wavered as he mentioned the friend list. What a blunder he did.<br><br>“Alright, I get your point. Are you playing later today?”<br><br>“No, I’m taking a break. I’ll help you study tonight.”<br><br>“What about the girl?”<br><br>“Ugh.. Don’t remind me.”<br><br>Two slumping boys made their way out of the campus. A high-leveled rogue in the game was but a student in real life. A deliberate man with a clear goal in mind could still make mistakes. It’s life, and virtual reality did little to change that.<br><br>Then, something caught the twins’ eyes. To be more accurate, it’s someone, and their pair of eyes were not the only ones fixing their gazes towards it. No one even bothered to hide that fact, openly staring and following the movement of this person. As if looking was simply not enough, murmurs could be heard all around. Gossips, rumors, accusations, admirations and even envies; this person, a girl, became the center of attention.<br><br>"Here she comes." Scott said as the girl made her way toward him.<br><br>"That genius? She's pretty," Steve said.<br><br>"Don't even think about it, she's way out of our league. A girl like her would not have time for people like us."<br><br>"Hey, a man can at least dream. But you're right I suppose.."<br><br>The girl they mentioned was Sarah Brant, a role-model student. Fair-skinned, long black hair tied up in a neat bun and wearing glasses, she had the aura of a librarian. She held her books close to her chest, as if she were hugging a beloved teddy bear, and was presumably heading to class.<br><br>“What’s wrong Scott?” Steve asked his brother, who seemed to be drowned in his thoughts.<br><br>“Nothing..” Scott replied.<br><br>“It’s just that she reminds me of someone,” He continued.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘There is no way that’s her. Could it?’</span><br><br><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br><div style="text-align: center;">“We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than from reality.”<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Lucius Annaeus Seneca, Roman philosopher, mid-1st century AD-</span></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;">*****</div><br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">&lt;&lt;Prev</span><span style="color: #BFFFBF;"> - - - - </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Next&gt;&gt;</span><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=68&amp;t=387" target="_blank"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/xcc1QEF.png" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fi.imgur.com%2fxcc1QEF.png"></a><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=68&amp;t=501&amp;p=2026#p2026" target="_blank"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/HF3aiKG.png" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fi.imgur.com%2fHF3aiKG.png"></a></div><br><br><blockquote><cite>Author Wrote: </cite>The PR credit is edited, since the PR wished for anonymity. Said person gave me permission to credit IT as a Lazy PR. Hence this;<br>Credit for PR goes to : <img src="http://img526.imageshack.us/img526/6668/lgt5e39.png" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fimg526.imageshack.us%2fimg526%2f6668%2flgt5e39.png"><br>This chapter is a bit shorter, as I need to wrap up book 1. Chapter 5 will mark the end of book 1, and the next chapter will mark the beginning of book 2.<br>Again, thanks for reading, any feed backs, comments, critique or anything is highly appreciated.</blockquote><br> </span></div>

Battle Maiden Book 1 : Into the Gates of Hell Chapter 5 : An End is Another Beginning ***** “Oh, it’s my ring! You guys actually did it!” A genuinely happy expression was seen on Mrs. Graham’s Face, donning her wedding ring on her left ring finger. The whole kitchen was astonished at this sight, as the owner was famous for her strictness and constantly irritated face. “How can I ever repay you?” She was so happy, that she did not mind the putrid smell coming from the ‘saviors’. ‘Money would be good. I won’t be worried about going hungry.’ ‘Or three free meals a day, for life. That’s much better.Money will run out. She seems happy enough to agree to this.’ ‘I guess I need to say something right now.’ Sera’s only concern right now was the quest would at least allow her to continue her peaceful way of life for a longer time. She did not care for experience or fame in the game. This world was but an escape. All she wanted was a place to vent; the training hall where she could release her stress and the library to read books. She found Royal Road rich and deep lore fascinating. However, right now she was having a hard time trying to formulate the best response to get the reward she wanted. She knew the AI dynamics; the reward could be affected by the way an adventurer interacted with them. “It was our pleasure to help. Your happy face made it worth our effort.” It was not Sera who answered, but the man with a similar stench beside her. She took too much time thinking that the guy, Spoon, answered in her stead. “Really? What a kind pair, the two of you. I was wrong thinking that you youngsters have no manners. But I can’t just let you leave without any reward. You went through such trouble.” “Please, we insist.” Spoon was now taking the lead, conversing with Mrs. Graham. “The least I could do is to offer you free meals at this establishment, anytime you want.” ‘YEEEEEEESSSSS!’ ‘Good job Spoon! Even if your name is weird, I’m very grateful to you.’ Sera managed to hide her excitement; it was the reward that she wanted. She would no longer have to worry about not having anything to eat in the city. “That is a very kind offer, but we’re adventurers. We travel the vast land of the continent in search for adventure,” Spoon declined her offer. ‘NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!’ ‘What have you done?!’ “We won’t be staying in the city for long. This place is just a starting point. There are others out there who might need our help,” He continued. ‘What nonsense is he spouting about?!’ “But of course! Nice young people like you should go out and expand your horizons. Help out more people in need!” Mrs. Graham was very touched by Spoon’s answer. ‘Who is this “we” he is talking about? I just want my food free..’ “In that case, I have the perfect reward for both of you aspiring adventurers. A travelling kit which includes field cooking equipments, blankets, and an extra large backpack. I’ll fill the pack with some dried food and bandages. Also, take some pocket money.” “This is too much, we can’t possibly accept this.” Spoon was surprised when he saw all the stuff Mrs. Graham handed over to them. ‘Yes we can! T-T’ Sera was crying inside, but was unable to express it.. “I insist! You do not know how much the ring meant to me. This barely repays my favor to you.” “If that is the case, then we will gratefully accept this gift.” *Ttring* | You have completed a quest. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | * You have leveled up! * You have leveled up! * Fame increased by 30 * Your relationship with Mrs. Graham has greatly improved. * You’ve earned 80 silver. * Received Mrs. Graham Travelling Kit ™ | | | | ***** At the back alley of the Salty Rose, Sera and Spoon were resting their weary avatar body. Both of them sat on the ground with their back leaning against the wall. Their first skirmish was taking its toll; weary and tired, they just sat silently, enjoying the quiet, empty alley. The game was able to simulate body fatigue just like real life. It’s too bad that the effect was not felt in real life, or else a VR game would be a preferred method of exercising. Lying down all day playing VR games was not that healthy for you. “Spoon?” Sera’s voice broke the silence. ‘That sweet voice, it feels wasted that she called me by my stupid nickname…’ ‘Karma sure is quick and cruel on me. “Yes?” “Your shield, it’s time I returned it. It’s got blood all over, should I send it for repair first?” When Spoon tried to give her the shield, Sera refused to accept it. She finally accepted it after agreeing that she would only borrow it for the quest period; which was already over. It was time to return the shield back to Spoon. “Keep it. It suits you.” In Royal Road, item transfer could only happen when both parties agreed to it. There were exceptions and certain ways to bypass this, such as dropping the item intentionally (or accidentally) and theft. The latter will mark you as criminal,and cause all the guards in town to be hostile towards you. Spoon tried to use this knowledge to gift the shield to Sera, which was his initial intention. “I told you I can’t accept this!” Sera face turned sour. ‘Is it bad that I find her distraught face cute?’ ‘If this goes on I’ll eventually give in and take the shield back.’ ‘Unless…’ Spoon suddenly stood, acting surprised. He moved his hand in midair, where a window showed up, showing the current time in real life. “I’m sorry, I really need to go. I have an examination tomorrow and it’s late,” Spoon spoke hurriedly. “See you next time. Till then keep the shield with you,” He continued. Spoon’s avatar then disappeared from the alley, leaving Sera behind. He had logged out. Sera could not do anything, she knew she had been tricked. Sera was now alone again. She fastened the shield to her backpack, newly acquired from quest’s reward. It was a dull wooden shield, all bloody and scratched. What was once a proud lion showing off its mane now appeared feral and grim. “I should get this fixed first before returning it.” Sera walks out of the alley, heading into the center of the city. She grabs the attentions of everyone she walks by with her look. A cute girl with a dirty and shabby beginner outfit. Sword at her waist, and a menacing buckler on her back. Walking whilst looking down on the road ahead of her, paying no attention to her surroundings. With the sound of whispers all around, it’s a familiar feeling for her, one that she did not expect to experience in Royal Road. ‘Am I incapable for change?’ ***** “Phuah! My plan worked!” “She’ll have no choice but to accept the gift!” Scott, having logged out of Royal Road, was now in the kitchen. He was replenishing his body with water, and eating some food before going to bed. It was easy to forget to eat and drink after playing RR, since the brain was tricked into thinking that they had eaten in game. “Why are you making so much noise?” Steve suddenly showed up, disturbing his twin’s celebration. “Nothing. Why are you still up?” “You were too noisy. Now ‘fess up! What happened with the girl?” Normally Scott would avoid talking about this, but his mood was currently very good. He told his brother about his epic quest, protecting the girl and the cool lines he said. Of course, in his version of the story, he was as gallant one as can be. “That’s about it. I hope you don’t mind me giving the shield to her,” Scott ended his story. “I don’t really mind you giving it to her. But, you know that she will try to return it again the next time you’re online,” Steve shrugged. “That’s the point. It means more opportunities for me to meet her,” Scott proudly told his brother. “Ooh, not bad at all. Since you can find out whether a person is online or not if they’re in your friends list, she’ll send you a whisper. Not bad.” “Friend list?” Scott asked, looking confused. “You did not add her as a friend???!!” “I-I forgot..” “You.. do you know how hard it is to find a person in Royal Road? Have you any idea how big the game is? The number of people playing at one time? You might not be able to meet her again!” “Noooooo!!!” Steve found it hard to believe his brother. He was not exaggerating things however; it was very hard to find someone based on name alone. Especially in a game like Royal Road that allowed multiple similar names. He wanted to lecture his brother more, but was interrupted by a loud voice booming into the kitchen. “YOU KIDS GO TO BED!!!” The ruckus they caused had waked their father. ***** ‘Is he a ‘friend’?’ ‘Well, he did not even ask to add me in his friend list..’ ‘Partying up to complete a quest is nothing special, everyone does it. Even among strangers.’ ‘Maybe I should be the one to ask.’ ‘But what if he says no?’ Sera logged off immediately after she felt the way people the around her treated her. She had gotten used to it in real life, but not in the game. The game was supposed to be her sanctuary; her escape from the way the real world viewed her. Having been treated similarly in it, she could not stand it. She ran away, logging off in the middle of the street. ‘An examination, I also have one tomorrow.’ ‘Maybe he studies in the same place as me..’ “Unlikely..” She loathed taking examinations. As much as she loved knowledge and learning new things, it was the test that labeled as a genius. She had once purposely made a mistake in a test, but the lecturer at that time gave her full marks. It turned out that the lecturers at her place were using her answer sheet as a marking scheme. Those lazy bastards. Because of this, she felt bad if she answered wrongly. Not towards the lazy lecturers, but for the other students. She did not want someone’s correct answer marked wrong because she gave the wrong answer. She worked hard to ensure that her answers and grade stayed perfect. ‘It is late. I should sleep.’ ***** The day Steve dreaded had arrived, the examination that would determine the fate of their allowances. On the first day, there was only one exam. Two hours of grueling tests, one of the hardest tests to pass. To make it worse, it started at 8am. By the end of it, the color was drained from Steve’s face as he walked beside his brother along the halls, devoid of energy. “There is no such thing as a smart gene, dear Brother. You just never really used your brain up to now.” “Blasphemy! I use my brain all the time. The amount of effort you put compared to mine is less, yet you seemed to be doing better than me!” “It’s because you tried to build Rome in one day. I’ve been working on the foundation since I was a wee boy.” “Why are we talking about Rome and foundation now? Do you mock me brother?” “Nay, a solid foundation allows you to build a solid tower as high as the heavens. To build such things without laying proper foundation, it will soon collapse on itself.” “I took 2 weeks off playing Royal Road for this, don’t tell me this I built Rome in one day nonsense!” “No you did not. I have you in my friends’ list; I know when you’re online and when you’re not. Besides, it is not nonsense. I’ve been playing Royal Road too, and I know power leveling will make you weak in the long run. Steadily training yourself is the way to go.” Scott’s tone wavered as he mentioned the friend list. What a blunder he did. “Alright, I get your point. Are you playing later today?” “No, I’m taking a break. I’ll help you study tonight.” “What about the girl?” “Ugh.. Don’t remind me.” Two slumping boys made their way out of the campus. A high-leveled rogue in the game was but a student in real life. A deliberate man with a clear goal in mind could still make mistakes. It’s life, and virtual reality did little to change that. Then, something caught the twins’ eyes. To be more accurate, it’s someone, and their pair of eyes were not the only ones fixing their gazes towards it. No one even bothered to hide that fact, openly staring and following the movement of this person. As if looking was simply not enough, murmurs could be heard all around. Gossips, rumors, accusations, admirations and even envies; this person, a girl, became the center of attention. "Here she comes." Scott said as the girl made her way toward him. "That genius? She's pretty," Steve said. "Don't even think about it, she's way out of our league. A girl like her would not have time for people like us." "Hey, a man can at least dream. But you're right I suppose.." The girl they mentioned was Sarah Brant, a role-model student. Fair-skinned, long black hair tied up in a neat bun and wearing glasses, she had the aura of a librarian. She held her books close to her chest, as if she were hugging a beloved teddy bear, and was presumably heading to class. “What’s wrong Scott?” Steve asked his brother, who seemed to be drowned in his thoughts. “Nothing..” Scott replied. “It’s just that she reminds me of someone,” He continued. ‘There is no way that’s her. Could it?’ ***** “We are more often frightened than hurt; and we suffer more from imagination than from reality.” -Lucius Annaeus Seneca, Roman philosopher, mid-1st century AD- ***** <<Prev - - - - Next>> [](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=68&t=387)[](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=68&t=501&p=2026#p2026) > Author Wrote: The PR credit is edited, since the PR wished for anonymity. Said person gave me permission to credit IT as a Lazy PR. Hence this; > Credit for PR goes to :  > This chapter is a bit shorter, as I need to wrap up book 1. Chapter 5 will mark the end of book 1, and the next chapter will mark the beginning of book 2. > Again, thanks for reading, any feed backs, comments, critique or anything is highly appreciated.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Azrael once again stepped out of the town onto the beaten dirt path. His gaze was met with the familiar sight of noobs attempting to do battle with the hordes of chaos. (Bunnies and Foxes)<br><br>He hastily followed the map provided by Auruk, and was soon surrounded by dense forests on both sides. All manner of woodland creatures frolicked to and fro around him, and he was truly at peace.<br><br>"Travelling is indeed a good thing." Thought Azrael, while wearing a gentle smile.<br><br>As Azrael journeyed further, he was taken aback at the beauty of this world. Various ruins and other areas of interest started to appear all around him, and he made sure to jot them down on the map so that he may return later for some dungeon delving and exploration! <br><br>Night quickly fell, and he once again heard the familiar howl of wolves in the distance. It was then he knew that he would not be resting much on this journey. Before he could dwell further on his thoughts, he was surrounded. <br><br>The wolves gave him no time to draw his sword, and jumped at his face. Azrael quickly smashed the ground with his "leg of power", and yelled, "Stomp!" The area under his leg indented slightly, and a small, orange wave of force expanded from the area of impact. A couple of the wolves tripped, and a few were stunned. Azrael's intent to slaughter further scared the wolves, and it was then that Azrael quickly drew his blade.<br><br>As the wolves began to rise, Azrael dashed forward with a mad grin on his face. He then brought his blade down through the first one, and quickly pulled it out with a sickening sound.It yelped as it turned grey. Blood rained down upon all spectators, and Azrael grinned menacingly. The five remaining wolves felt his killing intent, and stepped back for a second. After calming themselves they attacked together, and became a whirlwind of teeth and claw. Azrael dodged, swung, rolled, and repeated until finally all the wolves collapsed. Azrael noticed he only had ten percent remaining health when he heard two dings.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Level Up</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">You've gained 4 Fighting Spirit.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>"Nice! Note to self though - Do NOT fight groups of stronger enemies at night while alone yet..." Mumbled Azrael as he began to rest.<br><br>The rest of his nights became progressively harder as he neared his destination, and by the time he had reached the area of the trial he was physically and mentally exhausted. <br><br>"As to be expect of a C rank quest." Huffed Azrael as he set up a small camp.<br><br>Although the journey was taxing he had gained three levels and a decent amount of mastery, not to mention some fighting spirit, sustenance, and endurance. The loot was pretty much useless though...A bunch of fur he couldn't use, and raw meat. He attempted to cook the meat, but only ended up with charred black lumps of matter.<br><br>"Well, I wish I could hire a chef to come along with me..." Thought Azrael, as he once again returned to chewing the rock bread.<br><br>He spent the rest of the night relaxing and getting some good sleep. This night at least he was uninterrupted.<br><br>In the morning, Azrael headed into the ruins. As he walked into the ancient corridor many torches sprung to life , likely imbued with some sort of spell. The air was musty, and this place had likely not seen a human for quite a long time.<br><br>"What kind of monster was Auruk to enter this place as young as he was?" Mumbled Azrael, as he delved deeper into the ruins.<br><br>The inside was of the finest marble, and ornately decorated. Like Auruk's training hall, it consisted of paintings and carvings of mighty beasts. Although, in its current state it wasn't much to look like. It was overgrown with weeds, and destroyed in most areas.<br><br>Azrael heard odd sounds here and there as he made his way into the depths, but caught no signs of anything suspicious. Finally, as he neared a corner, he could hear a beast and knew a battle drew close. He was shaking slightly, this place was off. Something about these ruins just didn't sit right with him. As he was lost in thought, he then heard a deafening roar. As he was wondering what the source of the roar could be, around the corner tiptoed a beast that was about the size of a small horse. It had soft tan fur, and a great ring of hair around its head. <br><br>"Oh great...Lions, this place contains lions..." Stuttered Azrael, as he drew his sword.<br><br>Lions were not a very hard monster in Royal Road, but were at least twenty to thirty levels higher than Azrael. Simply one or two well placed hits from the beast would easily send Azrael on a one way trip back to reality for a day. If he faced a group of these beasts, he would be slain with haste, hence he had to be cautious. As the lion drew close, Azrael took a back stepped and tripped as he heard an unfamiliar *click* noise. He tripped and fell down. As he did, he saw three arrows fly above his head and *thwack* the other wall.<br><br>"Oh great...there's deadly traps as well. Fantastic." Stammered Azrael.<br><br>He had yet to even begin fighting, and his morale began to plunge. This task seemed impossible.<br><br>As the lion was almost upon him, Azrael took a low stance and awaited the beast's attack. As the lion pounced, he tumbled. It deftly turned and began to slash at him. He barely managed to tumble to safety a second time. <br><br>"Shit! I'm screwed, this thing is fast!" Thought Azrael, as he barely managed to dodge another two attacks.<br><br>As the lion came again, Azrael tried something new. He feinted and pretended to start attacking. As the lion moved to dodge it was too late. Azrael spun a full 360* and cleaved the lion with a hellish strength. <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Critical!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>"Yes!" Thought Azrael, as the lion stood up.<br><br>"Uh oh..." He thought.<br><br>The lion roared, but immediately sat down again. Its leg was maimed. It could only look fierce, but it knew the game was done. <br><br>Azrael grinned the Devil's grin once more, and walked to the beast. It growled at his approach.<br><br>"Let's see how you like successive attacks, you overgrown tabby." Screamed Azrael.<br><br>Now, being the animal lover Azrael was, he swung down repeatedly to end the beast's life peacefully.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Critical!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Critical!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Critical!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Critical!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Critical!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Critical!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Level up</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>"*Cough* I May have overdone it a bit..." Said Azrael, as he wiped himself clean and proceeded to pick up the loot.<br><br>Luckily his inflated stats and training leveled the playing field, but just as he was celebrating his victory over the beast, two more appeared around the corner...<br><br>"Ugh...This is going to be hell..." Sighed Azrael, as he prepared himself.<br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>3 weeks later<br><br>Azrael had slain countless beasts, and avoided numerous traps. In these three weeks, his level had risen by 12. From all the fighting, he had gained two levels in sword mastery, two levels in tumble, and one level in stomp. After repairing his equipment countless times, even handicraft and repair had risen by one and two, respectively. From taking so many hits, he had also gained at least 13 in endurance, and from the constant fighting, he had risen 20 points in fighting spirit, and 10 in sustenance.<br><br>Azrael was sad, as overall, his ability to dodge and take hits increased, but his overall ability to deal damage was still quite low. Not to mention the constant repairing had lowered the max durability of his blade considerably. It would seem the longer this expedition went on, the more worn out and useless his gear became. He felt his class was gearing more towards a punching bag, rather than a damage dealer. After distributing all the stat points he had saved up, Azrael checked his stats.<br><br>"Stats!" Exclaimed Azrael.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Name</td><td width="25%">Azrael</td><td width="25%">Primary Class</td><td width="25%">None</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health</td><td width="25%">2180</td><td width="25%">Mana</td><td width="25%">860</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Level</td><td colspan="3">28</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health Regen/Sec</td><td width="25%">3.2/s</td><td width="25%">Mana Regen/Sec</td><td width="25%">.9/s</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Strength</td><td width="25%">98(+5)</td><td width="25%">Agility</td><td width="25%">79</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Wisdom</td><td width="25%">25</td><td width="25%">Intelligence</td><td width="25%">25</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Stamina</td><td width="25%">115</td><td width="25%">Vitality</td><td width="25%">81(+5)</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Attack</td><td width="25%">35-40</td><td width="25%">Defense</td><td width="25%">5</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Endurance</td><td width="25%">30</td><td width="25%">Sustenance</td><td width="25%">26</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Fighting Spirit</td><td colspan="3">60</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Magic Resistance</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Fire</td><td width="25%">0%</td><td width="25%">Water</td><td width="25%">0%</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Earth</td><td width="25%">4%</td><td width="25%">Electric</td><td width="25%">0%</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Dark</td><td colspan="3">0%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">N/A</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Skill points left to distribute: 0</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>"Not bad, not bad...To truly take advantage of the stat bonuses I received, I will need to get a class though. I am simply just surviving longer at this point." Thought Azrael.<br><br>As Azrael was thinking, he had finally arrived at a large set of ornate iron doors.<br><br>"Screw that, I am resting before entering there. God only knows what's on the other side!" Thought Azrael.<br><br>He then sat down, and ate the best of the food he had brought. Tasteless soup. But it was worlds above rock bread! It slid down the throat with ease, and even conferred minor health and mana bonuses!<br><br>As he opened the doors, he took a deep breath and began to look around. </div>

Azrael once again stepped out of the town onto the beaten dirt path. His gaze was met with the familiar sight of noobs attempting to do battle with the hordes of chaos. (Bunnies and Foxes) He hastily followed the map provided by Auruk, and was soon surrounded by dense forests on both sides. All manner of woodland creatures frolicked to and fro around him, and he was truly at peace. "Travelling is indeed a good thing." Thought Azrael, while wearing a gentle smile. As Azrael journeyed further, he was taken aback at the beauty of this world. Various ruins and other areas of interest started to appear all around him, and he made sure to jot them down on the map so that he may return later for some dungeon delving and exploration! Night quickly fell, and he once again heard the familiar howl of wolves in the distance. It was then he knew that he would not be resting much on this journey. Before he could dwell further on his thoughts, he was surrounded. The wolves gave him no time to draw his sword, and jumped at his face. Azrael quickly smashed the ground with his "leg of power", and yelled, "Stomp!" The area under his leg indented slightly, and a small, orange wave of force expanded from the area of impact. A couple of the wolves tripped, and a few were stunned. Azrael's intent to slaughter further scared the wolves, and it was then that Azrael quickly drew his blade. As the wolves began to rise, Azrael dashed forward with a mad grin on his face. He then brought his blade down through the first one, and quickly pulled it out with a sickening sound.It yelped as it turned grey. Blood rained down upon all spectators, and Azrael grinned menacingly. The five remaining wolves felt his killing intent, and stepped back for a second. After calming themselves they attacked together, and became a whirlwind of teeth and claw. Azrael dodged, swung, rolled, and repeated until finally all the wolves collapsed. Azrael noticed he only had ten percent remaining health when he heard two dings. | Level Up | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | You've gained 4 Fighting Spirit. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | "Nice! Note to self though - Do NOT fight groups of stronger enemies at night while alone yet..." Mumbled Azrael as he began to rest. The rest of his nights became progressively harder as he neared his destination, and by the time he had reached the area of the trial he was physically and mentally exhausted. "As to be expect of a C rank quest." Huffed Azrael as he set up a small camp. Although the journey was taxing he had gained three levels and a decent amount of mastery, not to mention some fighting spirit, sustenance, and endurance. The loot was pretty much useless though...A bunch of fur he couldn't use, and raw meat. He attempted to cook the meat, but only ended up with charred black lumps of matter. "Well, I wish I could hire a chef to come along with me..." Thought Azrael, as he once again returned to chewing the rock bread. He spent the rest of the night relaxing and getting some good sleep. This night at least he was uninterrupted. In the morning, Azrael headed into the ruins. As he walked into the ancient corridor many torches sprung to life , likely imbued with some sort of spell. The air was musty, and this place had likely not seen a human for quite a long time. "What kind of monster was Auruk to enter this place as young as he was?" Mumbled Azrael, as he delved deeper into the ruins. The inside was of the finest marble, and ornately decorated. Like Auruk's training hall, it consisted of paintings and carvings of mighty beasts. Although, in its current state it wasn't much to look like. It was overgrown with weeds, and destroyed in most areas. Azrael heard odd sounds here and there as he made his way into the depths, but caught no signs of anything suspicious. Finally, as he neared a corner, he could hear a beast and knew a battle drew close. He was shaking slightly, this place was off. Something about these ruins just didn't sit right with him. As he was lost in thought, he then heard a deafening roar. As he was wondering what the source of the roar could be, around the corner tiptoed a beast that was about the size of a small horse. It had soft tan fur, and a great ring of hair around its head. "Oh great...Lions, this place contains lions..." Stuttered Azrael, as he drew his sword. Lions were not a very hard monster in Royal Road, but were at least twenty to thirty levels higher than Azrael. Simply one or two well placed hits from the beast would easily send Azrael on a one way trip back to reality for a day. If he faced a group of these beasts, he would be slain with haste, hence he had to be cautious. As the lion drew close, Azrael took a back stepped and tripped as he heard an unfamiliar *click* noise. He tripped and fell down. As he did, he saw three arrows fly above his head and *thwack* the other wall. "Oh great...there's deadly traps as well. Fantastic." Stammered Azrael. He had yet to even begin fighting, and his morale began to plunge. This task seemed impossible. As the lion was almost upon him, Azrael took a low stance and awaited the beast's attack. As the lion pounced, he tumbled. It deftly turned and began to slash at him. He barely managed to tumble to safety a second time. "Shit! I'm screwed, this thing is fast!" Thought Azrael, as he barely managed to dodge another two attacks. As the lion came again, Azrael tried something new. He feinted and pretended to start attacking. As the lion moved to dodge it was too late. Azrael spun a full 360* and cleaved the lion with a hellish strength. | Critical! | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | "Yes!" Thought Azrael, as the lion stood up. "Uh oh..." He thought. The lion roared, but immediately sat down again. Its leg was maimed. It could only look fierce, but it knew the game was done. Azrael grinned the Devil's grin once more, and walked to the beast. It growled at his approach. "Let's see how you like successive attacks, you overgrown tabby." Screamed Azrael. Now, being the animal lover Azrael was, he swung down repeatedly to end the beast's life peacefully. | Critical! | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Critical! | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Critical! | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Critical! | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Critical! | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Critical! | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Level up | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | "*Cough* I May have overdone it a bit..." Said Azrael, as he wiped himself clean and proceeded to pick up the loot. Luckily his inflated stats and training leveled the playing field, but just as he was celebrating his victory over the beast, two more appeared around the corner... "Ugh...This is going to be hell..." Sighed Azrael, as he prepared himself. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 3 weeks later Azrael had slain countless beasts, and avoided numerous traps. In these three weeks, his level had risen by 12. From all the fighting, he had gained two levels in sword mastery, two levels in tumble, and one level in stomp. After repairing his equipment countless times, even handicraft and repair had risen by one and two, respectively. From taking so many hits, he had also gained at least 13 in endurance, and from the constant fighting, he had risen 20 points in fighting spirit, and 10 in sustenance. Azrael was sad, as overall, his ability to dodge and take hits increased, but his overall ability to deal damage was still quite low. Not to mention the constant repairing had lowered the max durability of his blade considerably. It would seem the longer this expedition went on, the more worn out and useless his gear became. He felt his class was gearing more towards a punching bag, rather than a damage dealer. After distributing all the stat points he had saved up, Azrael checked his stats. "Stats!" Exclaimed Azrael. | Name | Azrael | Primary Class | None | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Health | 2180 | Mana | 860 | | Level | 28 | | | | Health Regen/Sec | 3.2/s | Mana Regen/Sec | .9/s | | Strength | 98(+5) | Agility | 79 | | Wisdom | 25 | Intelligence | 25 | | Stamina | 115 | Vitality | 81(+5) | | Attack | 35-40 | Defense | 5 | | Endurance | 30 | Sustenance | 26 | | Fighting Spirit | 60 | | | | Magic Resistance | | | | | Fire | 0% | Water | 0% | | Earth | 4% | Electric | 0% | | Dark | 0% | | | | N/A | | | | | Skill points left to distribute: 0 | | | | "Not bad, not bad...To truly take advantage of the stat bonuses I received, I will need to get a class though. I am simply just surviving longer at this point." Thought Azrael. As Azrael was thinking, he had finally arrived at a large set of ornate iron doors. "Screw that, I am resting before entering there. God only knows what's on the other side!" Thought Azrael. He then sat down, and ate the best of the food he had brought. Tasteless soup. But it was worlds above rock bread! It slid down the throat with ease, and even conferred minor health and mana bonuses! As he opened the doors, he took a deep breath and began to look around.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> I'm sorry this chapter is so short, I had to rush it a bit. I was thinking of changing the story from 1st person to 3rd person to see how it flows. I might end up taking a vote and if the majority is in favor of the change I may do it. If I do I will also rewrite the past chapters to reflect the change. I was originally writing that way because I wanted my fanfic to feel a bit different. Something that started off slow and grabbed the readers attention overtime.<br><br>Oh and if anyone can tell me or point me to a site with information on posting in forms I would be most grateful. There's a few things I wish to do such as making the table widths shorter, but most of all I want my tab indents to stay.<br><br>And so with that I present you with Bunny the Explorer.<br><br><div class="spoiler"><div class="smalltext" style="margin-bottom:2px"><b>Spoiler</b> : <input type="button" value="Show" class="spoilerButton"></div><div class="spoilerContent"><div style="display: none;"><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>“I decline.”<br><br> I wasn’t expecting to be offered a class change from reading a few books. No matter how much I learn about this world it always seems to finds new ways to surprise me.<br><br> By the time I got done with the third one I had learned quite a bit. After looking at the time I was surprised to see that almost 7 hours (IGT) had passed since I left the training hall. <span style="font-style: italic;">~I know I tend to get caught up in things, but damn.~ </span><br><br> I decided to refill my canteen again and head back to the training hall. On my way back I noticed an elderly lady struggling to take a wooden crate of apples off a cart. She looked to be at least eighty years old and was fairly short, somewhere around four and a half feet tall. She was wearing a faded light blue sweater vest.<br><br> “Here let me help you with that.” I said to the elderly lady. “Oh why thank you, you are to kind, could you please it near the doorway over there.” As the elderly lady said that, she pointed to a little grocery store. The store gave off a nice homely vibe.<br><br> “Sure no problem” I replied, “Thank you oh so much. It would have taken me forever to get this done.” She said with a smile. “I hate to ask but could you help me a bit more please. I have a few more crates that need to be brought inside.” “Don’t worry about it, this is nothing.”<br><br><br> <div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Familiarity with Elderly Lady has increased by 5.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br> “I think that’s the last one”, I said while wiping the sweat of my forehead. “Thank you oh so much for all your help” the elderly lady said with a worrisome smile. “Don’t fret over me helping you out, it’s only right to offer help to someone in need.”I said trying to take away her worry. “What a commendable way to think, especially from someone as young as you.”<br><br> Just then it dawned on me that I hadn’t introduced myself yet. “I’m so sorry, I just realized I hadn’t introduced myself yet, hello I’m Bunny.”, “Oh my word, where are my manners? I should be ashamed, you went out of your way to help me and I never even asked your name. I’m oh so sorry.”... After a moment of silence I could see it on her face as soon as she realized. “Oh my, I still haven’t introduced myself. Hello I’m Lindsey Smith it’s nice to meet you.” <br><br> “Well it was nice meeting you, but since that was the last one I think I’ll be going now.” I said as I started out the door. As I was leaving Ms Smith said, “Oh wait, oh I hate to ask more of you but could you help me out just a bit more. I was hoping that you could help me stock the apples.”. “Well I have nowhere else I need to be so why not?”<br><br> “How’s that?” I asked after I felt that I was finished. “Oh that’s perfect” she said with a smile. “Have a good day I’m going to go now.” I said, happy that I was finally done. Once again as I was leaving, “Oh wait”, as I turned around, she surprised me, she was standing right behind me. I hadn’t noticed her walking up to me. “Here this is for you. It’s just a little thanks for all the help you gave me today.”<br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have received:<br> 5 Copper Pieces<br> 1 Green Apple<br>From Ms. Smith</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br> “Oh Ms. Smith thank you, but you didn’t hav.” she cut me off, “Oh nonsense just take it, and stop with the Ms Smith already, just call me Granny.” “Oh okay well thanks Granny. I’ll stop by again sometime soon.” Right after I said that I received a message.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Familiarity with Granny has increased by 15.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br> “Be sure you do and have a good day.” She said as she waved good bye.</div></div></div><ul><br><li></li></ul><br> </div>

I'm sorry this chapter is so short, I had to rush it a bit. I was thinking of changing the story from 1st person to 3rd person to see how it flows. I might end up taking a vote and if the majority is in favor of the change I may do it. If I do I will also rewrite the past chapters to reflect the change. I was originally writing that way because I wanted my fanfic to feel a bit different. Something that started off slow and grabbed the readers attention overtime. Oh and if anyone can tell me or point me to a site with information on posting in forms I would be most grateful. There's a few things I wish to do such as making the table widths shorter, but most of all I want my tab indents to stay. And so with that I present you with Bunny the Explorer. **Spoiler** : ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “I decline.” I wasn’t expecting to be offered a class change from reading a few books. No matter how much I learn about this world it always seems to finds new ways to surprise me. By the time I got done with the third one I had learned quite a bit. After looking at the time I was surprised to see that almost 7 hours (IGT) had passed since I left the training hall. ~I know I tend to get caught up in things, but damn.~ I decided to refill my canteen again and head back to the training hall. On my way back I noticed an elderly lady struggling to take a wooden crate of apples off a cart. She looked to be at least eighty years old and was fairly short, somewhere around four and a half feet tall. She was wearing a faded light blue sweater vest. “Here let me help you with that.” I said to the elderly lady. “Oh why thank you, you are to kind, could you please it near the doorway over there.” As the elderly lady said that, she pointed to a little grocery store. The store gave off a nice homely vibe. “Sure no problem” I replied, “Thank you oh so much. It would have taken me forever to get this done.” She said with a smile. “I hate to ask but could you help me a bit more please. I have a few more crates that need to be brought inside.” “Don’t worry about it, this is nothing.” | Familiarity with Elderly Lady has increased by 5. | | --- | “I think that’s the last one”, I said while wiping the sweat of my forehead. “Thank you oh so much for all your help” the elderly lady said with a worrisome smile. “Don’t fret over me helping you out, it’s only right to offer help to someone in need.”I said trying to take away her worry. “What a commendable way to think, especially from someone as young as you.” Just then it dawned on me that I hadn’t introduced myself yet. “I’m so sorry, I just realized I hadn’t introduced myself yet, hello I’m Bunny.”, “Oh my word, where are my manners? I should be ashamed, you went out of your way to help me and I never even asked your name. I’m oh so sorry.”... After a moment of silence I could see it on her face as soon as she realized. “Oh my, I still haven’t introduced myself. Hello I’m Lindsey Smith it’s nice to meet you.” “Well it was nice meeting you, but since that was the last one I think I’ll be going now.” I said as I started out the door. As I was leaving Ms Smith said, “Oh wait, oh I hate to ask more of you but could you help me out just a bit more. I was hoping that you could help me stock the apples.”. “Well I have nowhere else I need to be so why not?” “How’s that?” I asked after I felt that I was finished. “Oh that’s perfect” she said with a smile. “Have a good day I’m going to go now.” I said, happy that I was finally done. Once again as I was leaving, “Oh wait”, as I turned around, she surprised me, she was standing right behind me. I hadn’t noticed her walking up to me. “Here this is for you. It’s just a little thanks for all the help you gave me today.” | You have received: 5 Copper Pieces 1 Green AppleFrom Ms. Smith | | --- | “Oh Ms. Smith thank you, but you didn’t hav.” she cut me off, “Oh nonsense just take it, and stop with the Ms Smith already, just call me Granny.” “Oh okay well thanks Granny. I’ll stop by again sometime soon.” Right after I said that I received a message. | Familiarity with Granny has increased by 15. | | --- | “Be sure you do and have a good day.” She said as she waved good bye. *

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> His eyes opened slowly, apprehensive at what he might see. When he did look around, he found himself in the middle of a town square. In front of him was a large fountain, gushing with drinkable water. There wasn't any asphalt or concrete under his feet, but just dirt. At the edges of the square were a few stalls selling various items and food. Past them were rustic, medieval-style buildings made of stone, timber and clay bricks.<br><br>He took in the sights, then took in a deep breath, getting a lungful, of fresh clean air. He laughed, some would say he giggled, giddily, looking at his hands and clenching them. He jumped up and down, not to get used to moving around since his avatar was almost identical to his real body but because he couldn't wrap his head around how real everything was.<br><br>Several people were looking and laughing at the noob that was giggling and looking at his own body, but Wraith didn't care, he was still taken in by the wonders of this world. When he got a handle on himself he went looking for a training centre. He knew it was supposed t be gruelling, but given that he needed to get as strong as he could as quickly as possible, it was the best way he currently had to gain stats.<br><br>He spied a guard standing by the side of a road and walked up to him. “Pardon me sir, would you be so kind as to point me in the direction of the training centre?”<br><br>The guard laughed, “you seem fairly small to be looking for a training centre.”<br><br>His temper flared at that. It was true that compared to the guard standing at six feet four inches his own height of five feet nine inches would be considered small. In fact it was a bit of a sore spot for him, even though it was considered to be an average height and that he wasn't thin but was packing a fair bit of muscle. For a second he regretted not changing the height of his avatar.<br><br>While he did want to tell off the guard, he held in his temper and put on a pleasant smile, it would do no good to antagonize the guard. “Well sir, that's precisely why I wish to train. My fondest desire would be to build up the sort of strength you have.”<br><br>“Well, that is a noble goal to have” the guard said basking in his own self-worth. The guard then pointed him in the direction of the centre.<br><br>While he was making his way towards the building he overheard several conversations regarding other players training as well. There were supposedly hundreds of men that were training, all who have only picked the sword up recently. When he stepped inside he saw what they were talking about. There were three hundred such men, standing in front of a scarecrow and monotonously swinging a wooden sword. Their sword barely cut through the wind and held no strength.<br><br>At first Wraith was held in awe at the sheer number of players. Then he saw one of the men throw down the sword and walk away angrily. Within another minute several other players had abandoned the training. Eventually all the players that were once swinging a sword had trickled away looking for quests that they felt would be more useful. It was a disappointing lack of commitment, but he couldn't fault them for running. Ignoring the new group of people that came in to swing a sword a couple of times and then leave, he made his way to the instructor. “Young one, I assume you are here to learn the art of combat,” the instructor said.<br><br>“Yes, sir” replied Wraith, eager to start his training.<br><br>“Good man. The way of the sword is a difficult yet it is truly noble and rewarding.”<br><br>“To dedicate oneself to the way of the sword is truly noble, but without giving offence honourable master, i have another path that I must follow.”<br><br>At this the instructor creased his brow in confusion. “So you wish to learn how to use a bow. We do not offer such a course here. If you wish to learn how to fight an enemy while protected by the swords and shields of other honourable warriors, you should look elsewhere,” the instructor said angrily, disappointment evident in his tone.<br><br>Wraith knew he had to remedy the situation and explain himself to the instructor before their relationship worsened. “Sir, I believe you are misunderstanding me. I hold no desire to pick up the bow. In fact my fondest wish is to throw myself into the heart of battle.”<br><br>“Then speak of what you wish to learn.” The instructor was still puzzled, but was also curious of this stranger.<br><br>Wraith took a deep breath. “I wish to fight using my hands and feet by forging my body itself into a weapon that will shatter the bones and tear the flesh of my enemies.” Before he even started playing Royal Road, for almost a year and a half in anticipation Wraith went and learned Muay Thai, a form of unarmed combat with fierce and powerful strikes to crush and destroy the enemy.<br><br>The instructor went bug-eyed with shock an amazement to hear such words being uttered from the young man's lips. “In all my years of teaching I've never heard such a request. Most warriors use bladed weapons to deal great damage. Even monks can fight with a staff and use spiritual powers. To fight solely with your body is a harsh and perilous path. You will always be no more than a step away from death. Knowing this, are you still willing to learn?”<br><br>“Yes. I know the dangers but it's the path I have chosen.”<br><br>The eyes of the instructor were now filled with respect. “Come with me.” He led Wraith to a backroom. “This room has been unused for years, but all the equipment is in good condition. There is a bed over there for when you get tired.” The instructor then taught him several fighting techniques to practice and train with.<br><br>There were several mats on the floor and training apparatuses all around the room, but he started with the large sandbag in the middle of the room. While it is the most basic training equipment, it is also one of the most effective ones. He took his stance and punched the heavy sandbag. Though he put his all into the strike, it didn't even move. It was considerably heavier than typical sandbags. He judged it to be about five hundred pounds. He continued punching and kicking, alternating between either arm and leg. After several hours of repeating this process until a puddle of sweat formed on the ground, a system message finally showed up.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Strength increased by 1 point. (+1 STR)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>With the first stat increase he wanted to check out his new stats. He should have done this before when he first logged in, but he was too engrossed with the new world. "Status window."<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Status Window</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Name</td><td width="25%">Wraith</td><td width="25%">Alignment</td><td width="25%">Neutral</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Level</td><td width="25%">1</td><td width="25%">Class</td><td width="25%">None</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Title</td><td width="25%">None</td><td width="25%">Reputation</td><td width="25%">0</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health</td><td width="25%">100</td><td width="25%">Mana</td><td width="25%">100</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Strength</td><td width="25%">11</td><td width="25%">Agility</td><td width="25%">10</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Stamina</td><td colspan="3">10</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Wisdom</td><td width="25%">10</td><td width="25%">Intellect</td><td width="25%">10</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Luck</td><td width="25%">0</td><td width="25%">Leadership</td><td width="25%">0</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Attack</td><td width="25%">3</td><td width="25%">Defence</td><td width="25%">0</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Magic Resistance</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Fire</td><td width="25%">0%</td><td width="25%">Water</td><td width="25%">0%</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Earth</td><td width="25%">0%</td><td width="25%">Black Magic</td><td width="25%">0%</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“All that effort and only one point in strength,” Wraith said wearily. Since his satiety level was going down he opened his pack to see what he was given. He took out a loaf of rye bread and ate part of it to raise his satiety, then put it back with the other nine pieces of bread. He then put water from a barrel in the room into his canteen and drank some.<br><br>After he finished he went back to training. After another five hours he saw further stat increases.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Vitality increased by 1 point. (+1 VIT)</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Strength increased by 1 point. (+1 STR)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>By the end of the day he was physically and mentally exhausted. While he was in-game for about sixteen hours it was only about four hours in real life. He logged off from the game and went to the cafeteria to get a meal to eat. When he got there there were a few other applicants eating and chatting.<br><br>Though they were talking to each other, it wasn't exactly a friendly conversation. There was a definite tension in the air, and each person tried to outdo the other, boasting of their equipment or fame. Soon they noticed Warren there as well. One of them, a college student, called over to him.<br><br>“So what's your class?”<br><br>“I'm undecided.”<br><br>“Wait, what level are you at then?” another person asked him in confusion.<br><br>“Level one,” he told them tersely, already knowing their reaction.<br><br>The group of people broke out in laughter. “Even the lowest player here is at least level one hundred fifty.”<br><br>“What were you thinking applying at your level?”<br><br>“Do you honestly think a noob like you can do anything?”<br><br>Though he was prepared for such statements, actually hearing those opinions did piss him off. He finished eating and went back to his room, the laughter and snorts of derision following him out. It was still pretty early so he logged back in and went back to training. He continued alternating between training, eating and getting some exercise. To maximize his training time he slept in-game. After two weeks in-game his stats has risen considerably. He had moved past the sand bag and could use many of the other training apparatus as well. He had also gained some new stats while training to exhaustion.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">New stat: Fighting Spirit</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">New stat: Sustenance</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>These stats were unexpected but immensely welcome. These stats were still fairly low, so they wouldn't be mush use to him early on, but he knew that later on they would be useful in combat.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Fighting Spirit <br><br>You can call on superhuman strength temporarily, or bring weaker monsters to their knees with a force in your eyes alone. You are prohibited from distributing stat bonus points to this stat, and it rises spontaneously, depending on the avatar’s action, especially if you fight monsters for a long time, or often confront monsters stronger than your current level.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Sustenance<br><br>You are likely to use less stamina in action. You are prohibited from distributing stat bonus points to this stat.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Additionally, he gained skill levels as well. After two days of only using his arms and legs the Unarmed Combat Mastery Skill was generated. It was almost identical to Sword Mastery and Archery, except it also mitigated a small amount of damage. By two weeks it had leveled up to two and was close to leveling up again.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Level Up: Unarmed Combat Mastery [2]<br><br>Increases Attack Power when fighting unarmed (+20% ATK)<br>Increases Attack Speed from unarmed attacks (+6% ATK SPD)<br>Decreases damage taken while fighting unarmed (-1% DMG)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>By this point he gained a total of twenty-points in strength, twenty in agility and fifteen in vitality. At this point the instructor walked in. After two weeks, he formed a friendship with the instructor, who brought him food and advice. “Well done Wraith, you've done admirably.”<br><br>“The training is finished already?” Wraith asked in disbelief. Unable to believe that it was done.<br><br>The instructor chuckled “no, no you're only about halfway done. This stage was mainly to gain some physical conditioning. Now that you have accomplished that, you have to learn how to fight properly.”<br><br>“That's odd, I thought the training program was just hitting things repeatedly”<br><br>“Normally that would be the case, but you are a special case. Learning hand-to-hand combat is more involved than swordsmanship, and since you were the first person to ask this of me, I wanted give you more of a chance than others. Take this ring and this letter of recommendation to Ayrsted of the Empty Fist and he will teach you what you need to know.”<br><br>Wraith couldn't believe his ears. From what the instructor said, there was a good chance there was a hidden-class available for him. It also seemed to be a one-time opportunity only for the first person to fulfill the conditions. “What is this ring, and what kind of person is he?”<br><br>The instructor looked troubled, “I don't know what the ring is exactly, but it was given to me by this man. I helped him several years ago and he gave it to me, promising a favour that I can call upon at any time. I don't know the man all that well, but I believe him to be a man of his word.”<br><br>“Can you vouch for his ability?”<br><br>“I'll say this, when I first saw him I was a celebrated warrior. I thought that I was the strongest, but in his presence I felt such a bone-chilling fear that it took my all just to stand up. In my opinion it's not his ability you have to worry about, but rather whether or not you can handle his training.”<br><br>Wraith's mouth went dry at the instructor's description. A large part of him was anxious as to whether he would be able to complete the task, but he couldn't help but feel excited at the challenge.<br><br>“So what will it be Wraith? Will you do it?”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">A Mysterious Solitary Fighter<br><br>A reclusive warrior of great skill lives a solitary life in the forest. Find him and get him to teach you his skills and impart his strength.<br><br>Difficulty level: E<br><br>Quest requirements<br>Close friendship with instructor reserved only for the first to request training in unarmed combat.<br>Acknowledged as steadfast and reliable by the instructor and to demonstrate passion for combat.<br><br>Quest rewards<br>???</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“I'll do it. I'll show you that I can become the strongest.”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">You accepted the quest.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=108&amp;t=725" target="_blank">Next Chapter</a></div> </div>

His eyes opened slowly, apprehensive at what he might see. When he did look around, he found himself in the middle of a town square. In front of him was a large fountain, gushing with drinkable water. There wasn't any asphalt or concrete under his feet, but just dirt. At the edges of the square were a few stalls selling various items and food. Past them were rustic, medieval-style buildings made of stone, timber and clay bricks. He took in the sights, then took in a deep breath, getting a lungful, of fresh clean air. He laughed, some would say he giggled, giddily, looking at his hands and clenching them. He jumped up and down, not to get used to moving around since his avatar was almost identical to his real body but because he couldn't wrap his head around how real everything was. Several people were looking and laughing at the noob that was giggling and looking at his own body, but Wraith didn't care, he was still taken in by the wonders of this world. When he got a handle on himself he went looking for a training centre. He knew it was supposed t be gruelling, but given that he needed to get as strong as he could as quickly as possible, it was the best way he currently had to gain stats. He spied a guard standing by the side of a road and walked up to him. “Pardon me sir, would you be so kind as to point me in the direction of the training centre?” The guard laughed, “you seem fairly small to be looking for a training centre.” His temper flared at that. It was true that compared to the guard standing at six feet four inches his own height of five feet nine inches would be considered small. In fact it was a bit of a sore spot for him, even though it was considered to be an average height and that he wasn't thin but was packing a fair bit of muscle. For a second he regretted not changing the height of his avatar. While he did want to tell off the guard, he held in his temper and put on a pleasant smile, it would do no good to antagonize the guard. “Well sir, that's precisely why I wish to train. My fondest desire would be to build up the sort of strength you have.” “Well, that is a noble goal to have” the guard said basking in his own self-worth. The guard then pointed him in the direction of the centre. While he was making his way towards the building he overheard several conversations regarding other players training as well. There were supposedly hundreds of men that were training, all who have only picked the sword up recently. When he stepped inside he saw what they were talking about. There were three hundred such men, standing in front of a scarecrow and monotonously swinging a wooden sword. Their sword barely cut through the wind and held no strength. At first Wraith was held in awe at the sheer number of players. Then he saw one of the men throw down the sword and walk away angrily. Within another minute several other players had abandoned the training. Eventually all the players that were once swinging a sword had trickled away looking for quests that they felt would be more useful. It was a disappointing lack of commitment, but he couldn't fault them for running. Ignoring the new group of people that came in to swing a sword a couple of times and then leave, he made his way to the instructor. “Young one, I assume you are here to learn the art of combat,” the instructor said. “Yes, sir” replied Wraith, eager to start his training. “Good man. The way of the sword is a difficult yet it is truly noble and rewarding.” “To dedicate oneself to the way of the sword is truly noble, but without giving offence honourable master, i have another path that I must follow.” At this the instructor creased his brow in confusion. “So you wish to learn how to use a bow. We do not offer such a course here. If you wish to learn how to fight an enemy while protected by the swords and shields of other honourable warriors, you should look elsewhere,” the instructor said angrily, disappointment evident in his tone. Wraith knew he had to remedy the situation and explain himself to the instructor before their relationship worsened. “Sir, I believe you are misunderstanding me. I hold no desire to pick up the bow. In fact my fondest wish is to throw myself into the heart of battle.” “Then speak of what you wish to learn.” The instructor was still puzzled, but was also curious of this stranger. Wraith took a deep breath. “I wish to fight using my hands and feet by forging my body itself into a weapon that will shatter the bones and tear the flesh of my enemies.” Before he even started playing Royal Road, for almost a year and a half in anticipation Wraith went and learned Muay Thai, a form of unarmed combat with fierce and powerful strikes to crush and destroy the enemy. The instructor went bug-eyed with shock an amazement to hear such words being uttered from the young man's lips. “In all my years of teaching I've never heard such a request. Most warriors use bladed weapons to deal great damage. Even monks can fight with a staff and use spiritual powers. To fight solely with your body is a harsh and perilous path. You will always be no more than a step away from death. Knowing this, are you still willing to learn?” “Yes. I know the dangers but it's the path I have chosen.” The eyes of the instructor were now filled with respect. “Come with me.” He led Wraith to a backroom. “This room has been unused for years, but all the equipment is in good condition. There is a bed over there for when you get tired.” The instructor then taught him several fighting techniques to practice and train with. There were several mats on the floor and training apparatuses all around the room, but he started with the large sandbag in the middle of the room. While it is the most basic training equipment, it is also one of the most effective ones. He took his stance and punched the heavy sandbag. Though he put his all into the strike, it didn't even move. It was considerably heavier than typical sandbags. He judged it to be about five hundred pounds. He continued punching and kicking, alternating between either arm and leg. After several hours of repeating this process until a puddle of sweat formed on the ground, a system message finally showed up. | Strength increased by 1 point. (+1 STR) | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | With the first stat increase he wanted to check out his new stats. He should have done this before when he first logged in, but he was too engrossed with the new world. "Status window." | Status Window | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Name | Wraith | Alignment | Neutral | | Level | 1 | Class | None | | Title | None | Reputation | 0 | | Health | 100 | Mana | 100 | | Strength | 11 | Agility | 10 | | Stamina | 10 | | | | Wisdom | 10 | Intellect | 10 | | Luck | 0 | Leadership | 0 | | Attack | 3 | Defence | 0 | | Magic Resistance | | | | | Fire | 0% | Water | 0% | | Earth | 0% | Black Magic | 0% | “All that effort and only one point in strength,” Wraith said wearily. Since his satiety level was going down he opened his pack to see what he was given. He took out a loaf of rye bread and ate part of it to raise his satiety, then put it back with the other nine pieces of bread. He then put water from a barrel in the room into his canteen and drank some. After he finished he went back to training. After another five hours he saw further stat increases. | Vitality increased by 1 point. (+1 VIT) | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Strength increased by 1 point. (+1 STR) | | | | By the end of the day he was physically and mentally exhausted. While he was in-game for about sixteen hours it was only about four hours in real life. He logged off from the game and went to the cafeteria to get a meal to eat. When he got there there were a few other applicants eating and chatting. Though they were talking to each other, it wasn't exactly a friendly conversation. There was a definite tension in the air, and each person tried to outdo the other, boasting of their equipment or fame. Soon they noticed Warren there as well. One of them, a college student, called over to him. “So what's your class?” “I'm undecided.” “Wait, what level are you at then?” another person asked him in confusion. “Level one,” he told them tersely, already knowing their reaction. The group of people broke out in laughter. “Even the lowest player here is at least level one hundred fifty.” “What were you thinking applying at your level?” “Do you honestly think a noob like you can do anything?” Though he was prepared for such statements, actually hearing those opinions did piss him off. He finished eating and went back to his room, the laughter and snorts of derision following him out. It was still pretty early so he logged back in and went back to training. He continued alternating between training, eating and getting some exercise. To maximize his training time he slept in-game. After two weeks in-game his stats has risen considerably. He had moved past the sand bag and could use many of the other training apparatus as well. He had also gained some new stats while training to exhaustion. | New stat: Fighting Spirit | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | New stat: Sustenance | | | | These stats were unexpected but immensely welcome. These stats were still fairly low, so they wouldn't be mush use to him early on, but he knew that later on they would be useful in combat. | Fighting Spirit You can call on superhuman strength temporarily, or bring weaker monsters to their knees with a force in your eyes alone. You are prohibited from distributing stat bonus points to this stat, and it rises spontaneously, depending on the avatar’s action, especially if you fight monsters for a long time, or often confront monsters stronger than your current level. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | SustenanceYou are likely to use less stamina in action. You are prohibited from distributing stat bonus points to this stat. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | Additionally, he gained skill levels as well. After two days of only using his arms and legs the Unarmed Combat Mastery Skill was generated. It was almost identical to Sword Mastery and Archery, except it also mitigated a small amount of damage. By two weeks it had leveled up to two and was close to leveling up again. | Level Up: Unarmed Combat Mastery [2]Increases Attack Power when fighting unarmed (+20% ATK)Increases Attack Speed from unarmed attacks (+6% ATK SPD)Decreases damage taken while fighting unarmed (-1% DMG) | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | By this point he gained a total of twenty-points in strength, twenty in agility and fifteen in vitality. At this point the instructor walked in. After two weeks, he formed a friendship with the instructor, who brought him food and advice. “Well done Wraith, you've done admirably.” “The training is finished already?” Wraith asked in disbelief. Unable to believe that it was done. The instructor chuckled “no, no you're only about halfway done. This stage was mainly to gain some physical conditioning. Now that you have accomplished that, you have to learn how to fight properly.” “That's odd, I thought the training program was just hitting things repeatedly” “Normally that would be the case, but you are a special case. Learning hand-to-hand combat is more involved than swordsmanship, and since you were the first person to ask this of me, I wanted give you more of a chance than others. Take this ring and this letter of recommendation to Ayrsted of the Empty Fist and he will teach you what you need to know.” Wraith couldn't believe his ears. From what the instructor said, there was a good chance there was a hidden-class available for him. It also seemed to be a one-time opportunity only for the first person to fulfill the conditions. “What is this ring, and what kind of person is he?” The instructor looked troubled, “I don't know what the ring is exactly, but it was given to me by this man. I helped him several years ago and he gave it to me, promising a favour that I can call upon at any time. I don't know the man all that well, but I believe him to be a man of his word.” “Can you vouch for his ability?” “I'll say this, when I first saw him I was a celebrated warrior. I thought that I was the strongest, but in his presence I felt such a bone-chilling fear that it took my all just to stand up. In my opinion it's not his ability you have to worry about, but rather whether or not you can handle his training.” Wraith's mouth went dry at the instructor's description. A large part of him was anxious as to whether he would be able to complete the task, but he couldn't help but feel excited at the challenge. “So what will it be Wraith? Will you do it?” | A Mysterious Solitary FighterA reclusive warrior of great skill lives a solitary life in the forest. Find him and get him to teach you his skills and impart his strength.Difficulty level: EQuest requirementsClose friendship with instructor reserved only for the first to request training in unarmed combat.Acknowledged as steadfast and reliable by the instructor and to demonstrate passion for combat.Quest rewards??? | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | “I'll do it. I'll show you that I can become the strongest.” | You accepted the quest. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | [Next Chapter](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=108&t=725)

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">PROLOGUE</span><br><br>******<br><br>“The public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius.”<br>-Oscar Wilde<br><br>******</div><br><br>An oddity, this girl. Who wears glasses and carries books these days? Technology has advanced, laser treatment is cheap. No one uses books anymore. Her eyes look straight ahead as she walk, not looking anywhere in particular. As she passed by, she became the topic of everyone's conversations.<br><br>"Here she comes."<br>"That genius? She's pretty."<br>"Don't even think about it, she's way out of our league. A girl like her would not have time for people like us."<br>"Hey, a man can at least dream. But you're right I suppose.."<br><br>The girl they mentioned is Sarah Brant, a role-model student. Fair skinned, long black hair tied up in a neat bun and wearing glasses, she has the aura of a librarian. She holds her books close to her chest, as if she were hugging a beloved teddy bear, presumably heading to class.<br><br>It was last year that she was labeled genius. Sarah, who is always quiet, never asked any questions in class. Yet her score for the examination was the highest in the university's history. She got full possible mark in every paper. The lecturers were baffled, since she was never seen to actively participate in class. The whole student body was in an uproar, as the difference between the first and second place is huge. Some accused her of cheating.<br><br>Over time, people started to pay more attention to her. Lecturers started asking her lots of questions during class, to which she answers them all perfectly. Skeptics who thought she was cheating were silenced. Since then, the name Sarah Brant is synonym to genius.<br><br>"She's lucky to be born a genius. We normal people have to struggle just to pass the exam."<br>"Yeah, and since that game came out, my hope of graduating seems to be getting smaller."<br>"Tell me about it. I haven't study at home all week."<br><br>The game they mentioned was Royal Road. A VRMMORPG, Virtual Reality Massive Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game, which was released around 4 months ago. The number of players increased in an astounding rate as the popularity rises. Even though it is released less than half a year ago, there is no one who has not heard of the game. The game even has its own separate TV channel, magazines.<br><br>The girl heard their conversation but did nothing. Despite her appearance, she is rather timid. Unless asked first, she rarely speaks at all. There is a hint of sadness and loneliness in her eyes, one that no one noticed. Not even herself.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;">******</div><br><br>It’s a fine morning in the training hall. <br><br>Line upon lines of straw dummies and stacks of wooden swords is the trademark of the training hall. Many beginners came here to test out their skills, and train themselves to prepare for the world ahead of them. Simply put, it is a place of high importance for aspiring warriors and adventurers. Of course, the one overseeing such an important place must be a seasoned veteran with lots of experiences under their belt.<br><br>For this particular training hall, the one in charge is Instructor Graham. He is a former knight of the Kingdom of Haven, and once commanded an army thousand man strong in a skirmish against orcs invasion. He rescued princesses, slain a beast 10 time his size using his bare hands, many stories of his achievements resounded throughout the kingdom. Thirty three years in service, he finally retired after losing his right leg in an ambush. Having seen and experienced many things in his life, he thought that life as an instructor of a training hall will be dull. <br><br>He thought.<br><br>This particular morning, he was proven wrong. Something intriguing is happening in his training hall. A beginner, based on her clothing, was already hitting the straw dummies when he arrived. What makes this scenario peculiar in the instructor's eyes was not the fact that she is hitting the straw dummy violently, nor was it because she arrived earlier than he did.<br><br>It was because she was mumbling things every time she hits the dummy.<br><br>Curious, Instructor Graham approaches silently from behind to hear what she was mumbling about. Having a wooden peg where the left foot supposed to be and a walking stick for support, it would appear impossible to walk without making any noise. However, it was not the case for Instructor Graham, as he skillfully shifts his center of gravity to remove any noise during walking. While it may be hard on his old body, it is far from impossible.<br><br>*Whack!!<br><br>*Whack!!<br><br>*Whack!!<br><br>"What do they know??!" <br>She grunts with each blow to the dummy. Her technique was quite contrary to her appearance. Her sword handling is rough. Graham thought to himself, that she handles the sword like the way a warrior handles a mace. Both weapons utilize swinging in attack, but with different purpose altogether. This girl, the way she hits the dummy is as if she wanted to crush the dummy instead of slashing it. Graham decides to observe a bit longer.<br><br>*Whack!!<br><br>*Whack!!<br><br>"Those people just blame others for their own incompetence!!"<br><br>*Whack!!<br><br>*WHACK!!<br><br>"They didn't even bother to get to know me at all!!"<br><br>*WHACK!!<br><br>*WHACK!!<br><br>It seems like she is using the dummy for stress relief. Not very uncommon though, some people do use the training hall to pent out their anger. Having his curiosity satisfied, Instructor Graham Simply walk away with his walking stick. Since he does not intend to sneak this time, his wooden leg and his walking stick made noises on the wooden floor as he walked away. <br><br>*Thunk*<br><br>*REPLACE wood on wood action sound effect here* (No pun intended, what were you thinking?)<br><br>The girl turns 180 degrees, realizing she was eavesdropped. Her long golden hair, fashioned as a ponytail flew beautifully as her head turns. A trail of sweat follows the path her hair traveled. Her face was red, probably embarrassed. Her body froze as she inspects the source of the noise. The hilt of her wooden sword clenched tightly.<br><br>Her complexion returns to normal as she saw Graham's face. A sigh of relief was heard, and ignored. She turns herself back facing the dummy and continues to hit it again, this time more graceful and in silence. Her pace slowed, but the power in her blows does not.<br> <br>Everyone have their own problems, thought Graham. It is not his place to intrude. However, he felt bad sneaking up on her. It was rather rude of him, and he intends to make up for it. He unpacks his bag and brought out a flask, cups, breads and a jar of honey. Clearing his throat, he spoke out.<br><br>"Would you like to join me for breakfast?"<br><br>The girl halts her sword mid swing, followed by a quick scan of the training hall. There are only two people in the place currently. She smiled and nodded. The girl put down the wooden sword gently, wiped her sweat in an orderly manner, dusted off her clothing before finally heading towards the other person. She sat facing the instructor, gave a small bow and said thanks.<br><br>The instructor introduced himself, as courtesy dictates. He might be retired, but he is still a knight at heart.<br><br>"I am the instructor of this training hall. People address me simply as Instructor Graham. I apologize for sneaking up on you, I was simply curious."<br><br>The girl just smiled in response.<br>“Sera.”<br>She paused.<br>“My name here is Sera.”<br><br>The table was filled with silence as both of them began spreading honey on their bread. Instructor Graham pours out tea and served it to Sera. Even though Graham was known as a man of few words, this silence was quite uncomfortable for him. He simply thought that Sera were still mad at him for sneaking up on her.<br><br>After a while, Sera broke the silence.<br>"I forgive you, but please do not tell anyone."<br><br>Graham pauses for a while before responding.<br>"Do not worry, I will not."<br><br>It was a breakfast in silence. No more words were uttered. Just as they finish their meals, a group of people entered the training hall. Sera stood and with a small bow, her lips parted.<br><br>"Thank You."<br><br>With that, she left.<br><br>Graham, still in his seat, was confused.<br><span style="font-style: italic;">'Women. There is no way you can understand them, no matter how much knowledge or experience you have in your life.' </span>He thought.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">'That bread was supposed to be my lunch..'</span><br><br><div style="text-align: center;">******</div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Next&gt;&gt;</span><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=68&amp;t=358&amp;p=1448#p1448" target="_blank"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/HF3aiKG.png" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fi.imgur.com%2fHF3aiKG.png"></a></div><br><br><br><blockquote><cite>Quote:</cite>All hail the Chicken Overlord!<br>Credits to Nobody8 and blueshadows13 for proofreading this prologue. If there is still some mistake, then it's my fault. Flame me if you want, chickens are delicious when roasted.<br>Also thanks to the people in chat, for giving opinion and feed backs. May the Chicken Goddess blessings guide you true.</blockquote><br> </div>

PROLOGUE ****** “The public is wonderfully tolerant. It forgives everything except genius.” -Oscar Wilde ****** An oddity, this girl. Who wears glasses and carries books these days? Technology has advanced, laser treatment is cheap. No one uses books anymore. Her eyes look straight ahead as she walk, not looking anywhere in particular. As she passed by, she became the topic of everyone's conversations. "Here she comes." "That genius? She's pretty." "Don't even think about it, she's way out of our league. A girl like her would not have time for people like us." "Hey, a man can at least dream. But you're right I suppose.." The girl they mentioned is Sarah Brant, a role-model student. Fair skinned, long black hair tied up in a neat bun and wearing glasses, she has the aura of a librarian. She holds her books close to her chest, as if she were hugging a beloved teddy bear, presumably heading to class. It was last year that she was labeled genius. Sarah, who is always quiet, never asked any questions in class. Yet her score for the examination was the highest in the university's history. She got full possible mark in every paper. The lecturers were baffled, since she was never seen to actively participate in class. The whole student body was in an uproar, as the difference between the first and second place is huge. Some accused her of cheating. Over time, people started to pay more attention to her. Lecturers started asking her lots of questions during class, to which she answers them all perfectly. Skeptics who thought she was cheating were silenced. Since then, the name Sarah Brant is synonym to genius. "She's lucky to be born a genius. We normal people have to struggle just to pass the exam." "Yeah, and since that game came out, my hope of graduating seems to be getting smaller." "Tell me about it. I haven't study at home all week." The game they mentioned was Royal Road. A VRMMORPG, Virtual Reality Massive Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game, which was released around 4 months ago. The number of players increased in an astounding rate as the popularity rises. Even though it is released less than half a year ago, there is no one who has not heard of the game. The game even has its own separate TV channel, magazines. The girl heard their conversation but did nothing. Despite her appearance, she is rather timid. Unless asked first, she rarely speaks at all. There is a hint of sadness and loneliness in her eyes, one that no one noticed. Not even herself. ****** It’s a fine morning in the training hall. Line upon lines of straw dummies and stacks of wooden swords is the trademark of the training hall. Many beginners came here to test out their skills, and train themselves to prepare for the world ahead of them. Simply put, it is a place of high importance for aspiring warriors and adventurers. Of course, the one overseeing such an important place must be a seasoned veteran with lots of experiences under their belt. For this particular training hall, the one in charge is Instructor Graham. He is a former knight of the Kingdom of Haven, and once commanded an army thousand man strong in a skirmish against orcs invasion. He rescued princesses, slain a beast 10 time his size using his bare hands, many stories of his achievements resounded throughout the kingdom. Thirty three years in service, he finally retired after losing his right leg in an ambush. Having seen and experienced many things in his life, he thought that life as an instructor of a training hall will be dull. He thought. This particular morning, he was proven wrong. Something intriguing is happening in his training hall. A beginner, based on her clothing, was already hitting the straw dummies when he arrived. What makes this scenario peculiar in the instructor's eyes was not the fact that she is hitting the straw dummy violently, nor was it because she arrived earlier than he did. It was because she was mumbling things every time she hits the dummy. Curious, Instructor Graham approaches silently from behind to hear what she was mumbling about. Having a wooden peg where the left foot supposed to be and a walking stick for support, it would appear impossible to walk without making any noise. However, it was not the case for Instructor Graham, as he skillfully shifts his center of gravity to remove any noise during walking. While it may be hard on his old body, it is far from impossible. *Whack!! *Whack!! *Whack!! "What do they know??!" She grunts with each blow to the dummy. Her technique was quite contrary to her appearance. Her sword handling is rough. Graham thought to himself, that she handles the sword like the way a warrior handles a mace. Both weapons utilize swinging in attack, but with different purpose altogether. This girl, the way she hits the dummy is as if she wanted to crush the dummy instead of slashing it. Graham decides to observe a bit longer. *Whack!! *Whack!! "Those people just blame others for their own incompetence!!" *Whack!! *WHACK!! "They didn't even bother to get to know me at all!!" *WHACK!! *WHACK!! It seems like she is using the dummy for stress relief. Not very uncommon though, some people do use the training hall to pent out their anger. Having his curiosity satisfied, Instructor Graham Simply walk away with his walking stick. Since he does not intend to sneak this time, his wooden leg and his walking stick made noises on the wooden floor as he walked away. *Thunk* *REPLACE wood on wood action sound effect here* (No pun intended, what were you thinking?) The girl turns 180 degrees, realizing she was eavesdropped. Her long golden hair, fashioned as a ponytail flew beautifully as her head turns. A trail of sweat follows the path her hair traveled. Her face was red, probably embarrassed. Her body froze as she inspects the source of the noise. The hilt of her wooden sword clenched tightly. Her complexion returns to normal as she saw Graham's face. A sigh of relief was heard, and ignored. She turns herself back facing the dummy and continues to hit it again, this time more graceful and in silence. Her pace slowed, but the power in her blows does not. Everyone have their own problems, thought Graham. It is not his place to intrude. However, he felt bad sneaking up on her. It was rather rude of him, and he intends to make up for it. He unpacks his bag and brought out a flask, cups, breads and a jar of honey. Clearing his throat, he spoke out. "Would you like to join me for breakfast?" The girl halts her sword mid swing, followed by a quick scan of the training hall. There are only two people in the place currently. She smiled and nodded. The girl put down the wooden sword gently, wiped her sweat in an orderly manner, dusted off her clothing before finally heading towards the other person. She sat facing the instructor, gave a small bow and said thanks. The instructor introduced himself, as courtesy dictates. He might be retired, but he is still a knight at heart. "I am the instructor of this training hall. People address me simply as Instructor Graham. I apologize for sneaking up on you, I was simply curious." The girl just smiled in response. “Sera.” She paused. “My name here is Sera.” The table was filled with silence as both of them began spreading honey on their bread. Instructor Graham pours out tea and served it to Sera. Even though Graham was known as a man of few words, this silence was quite uncomfortable for him. He simply thought that Sera were still mad at him for sneaking up on her. After a while, Sera broke the silence. "I forgive you, but please do not tell anyone." Graham pauses for a while before responding. "Do not worry, I will not." It was a breakfast in silence. No more words were uttered. Just as they finish their meals, a group of people entered the training hall. Sera stood and with a small bow, her lips parted. "Thank You." With that, she left. Graham, still in his seat, was confused. 'Women. There is no way you can understand them, no matter how much knowledge or experience you have in your life.' He thought. 'That bread was supposed to be my lunch..' ****** Next>> [](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=68&t=358&p=1448#p1448) > Quote:All hail the Chicken Overlord! > Credits to Nobody8 and blueshadows13 for proofreading this prologue. If there is still some mistake, then it's my fault. Flame me if you want, chickens are delicious when roasted. > Also thanks to the people in chat, for giving opinion and feed backs. May the Chicken Goddess blessings guide you true.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> -Quick side story-<br><br>After my debut as a FanFic Author a group of wild senpais appeared. <br>“Hey Vsinity congrats you are now part of the FF group!”<br>To commemorate my acceptance to the FF group my new group of senpais took me out for karaoke and drinks. After several songs and several rounds of drinks with snacks I noticed that my senpais were being overly friendly. <br><br>I waved the thought aside thinking perhaps they just want to make me feel welcomed. However I soon noticed that every time my senpais ordered a drink they would grin at each other whenever I appeared to not be looking at them. Having read the latest chapter of volume 14 on Japtem I quickly improvised and pretended to be sick while excusing myself saying I need to use the Men’s room. <br><br>Unfortunately I was quickly followed by one of my senpais to make sure that "I didn't run away" I was okay. Noticing another group walking down the hall I quickly used the opportunity to pull off my greatest technique, a technique that was known throughout history to never failed if used the first time. I turned around pretending as if to say something to my senpai and pulled off my best surprised face as I appeared to look behind him “OMG IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS!?” My senpai being surprised by my sudden action quickly turned around to see and found himself looking at nothing. By the time he turned around I was long gone. <br><br>-And back to the main story-<br><br>Ch 4.0<br><br>“Ughhhhh…” a moan could be heard as a hand appeared at the side of the door gripping it for support. <br><br>It took some time before Joshua could regain control of his “wobbly legs” and start heading for debriefing. Staggering for he had not completely recovered Joshua exited the door only to find multiple branching corridors and a multitude of doors leaving him confused as to which direction he should take. <br><br>-Where to go? Ugh f*** it I’ll just pick one at random<br><br>And thus our protagonist wandered off to the corridor on the right checking every door in hopes of randomly stumbling upon the debriefing room or finding someone that could take him there.<br>Unfortunately he failed to notice a sign clearly telling him to go straight down the corridor in front of the exit to head to the debriefing room.<br><br>-Hmmm door number 177…nope 178…nope 179…nope but dang this facility is huge to think that this overwhelming huge structure was all underground and yet strangely there's no one around.<br><br>Meanwhile in the debriefing room 19 people waited in silence for it has been over 3 hours since the meeting was supposed to start and due to protocols they could not start without all members being present. The room was silent but the killing intent from some of the people present in the room could be felt which could make any unlucky person to walk in at that moment to faint right on the spot. <br><br>After wandering aimlessly lost searching tirelessly for the debriefing room Joshua finally heard a sound. It was the sound of water or more specifically he had just found the shower room. <br>Making sure to cover his eyes for he wasn’t sure whether it was the men’s or lady’s shower room he poked his head in asking if anyone was there. Hearing no reply he went in the hopes of "accidentally seeing a naked girl" finding some help. <br><br>As he walked around the entrance corner to the rows of obscured foggy glass shower stalls he could not help but be walk towards the beautiful yet enchanting sound. The sound came from one of the shadowy figure in the shower stall humming a tune that mesmerized Joshua into approaching even closer. <br><br>From there beautifully shaped curves could be seen of the shadowy figure inside the glass stall leaving Joshua standing there in a trance as he listened to the wonderful tune which could be described as listening to an angel no a goddess. <br><br>Suddenly the door opens! In his surprise he noticed that the he was so entranced he failed to notice that the sound of running water had stopped and tried to escape only to slip right in front of the opening door. He helplessly gazed as the figure emerged from the shower and starred right back at him.<br><br><br>…<br>…<br>…<br><br><br>“<span style="font-weight: bold;">Pri-</span>”<br><br>“<span style="font-weight: bold;">Priva-</span>”<br><br>“<span style="font-weight: bold;">PRIVATE GET UP NOW</span>!”<br><br>Gasping Joshua quickly got up.<br><br>“S-Sir?”<br><br>Taking a quick glance Joshua finally noticed a room full of people and quickly got up only to receive a massive wave of headaches. <br><br>“Hehehe well everyone let’s give a warm welcome to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Joshua the Shower Peeping Private</span> who I also might add made us kindly wait for <span style="font-weight: bold;">8 hours</span>.”<br><br>Looking around I could already see I was on everyone’s soon to be killed list for making them wait that long. Wait shower peeping? And then it hits me as I remembered staring a really long time at a beautiful naked girl who calmly brought her hands around my head and the... and then...everything went black. Now that I think about it my neck was rather stiff.<br><br>Feeling an intense chill I turned around and there she was standing there with an expressionless face but her eyes promising to make me truly suffer later on. <br><br>Haha first day and I already made so many "enemies" friends. Great. <br><br><br><br>Couldn't figure out how to get crossed out words so I just gave some space and " marks on it<br><br>Due to the comments of some I will try to make the next few chapters when I ahem* start on them<br>a bit longer. [Your voice has been heard!]<br><br>Thanks for reading and please let me know what you think {[999abo}] </div>

-Quick side story- After my debut as a FanFic Author a group of wild senpais appeared. “Hey Vsinity congrats you are now part of the FF group!” To commemorate my acceptance to the FF group my new group of senpais took me out for karaoke and drinks. After several songs and several rounds of drinks with snacks I noticed that my senpais were being overly friendly. I waved the thought aside thinking perhaps they just want to make me feel welcomed. However I soon noticed that every time my senpais ordered a drink they would grin at each other whenever I appeared to not be looking at them. Having read the latest chapter of volume 14 on Japtem I quickly improvised and pretended to be sick while excusing myself saying I need to use the Men’s room. Unfortunately I was quickly followed by one of my senpais to make sure that "I didn't run away" I was okay. Noticing another group walking down the hall I quickly used the opportunity to pull off my greatest technique, a technique that was known throughout history to never failed if used the first time. I turned around pretending as if to say something to my senpai and pulled off my best surprised face as I appeared to look behind him “OMG IS THAT WHO I THINK IT IS!?” My senpai being surprised by my sudden action quickly turned around to see and found himself looking at nothing. By the time he turned around I was long gone. -And back to the main story- Ch 4.0 “Ughhhhh…” a moan could be heard as a hand appeared at the side of the door gripping it for support. It took some time before Joshua could regain control of his “wobbly legs” and start heading for debriefing. Staggering for he had not completely recovered Joshua exited the door only to find multiple branching corridors and a multitude of doors leaving him confused as to which direction he should take. -Where to go? Ugh f*** it I’ll just pick one at random And thus our protagonist wandered off to the corridor on the right checking every door in hopes of randomly stumbling upon the debriefing room or finding someone that could take him there. Unfortunately he failed to notice a sign clearly telling him to go straight down the corridor in front of the exit to head to the debriefing room. -Hmmm door number 177…nope 178…nope 179…nope but dang this facility is huge to think that this overwhelming huge structure was all underground and yet strangely there's no one around. Meanwhile in the debriefing room 19 people waited in silence for it has been over 3 hours since the meeting was supposed to start and due to protocols they could not start without all members being present. The room was silent but the killing intent from some of the people present in the room could be felt which could make any unlucky person to walk in at that moment to faint right on the spot. After wandering aimlessly lost searching tirelessly for the debriefing room Joshua finally heard a sound. It was the sound of water or more specifically he had just found the shower room. Making sure to cover his eyes for he wasn’t sure whether it was the men’s or lady’s shower room he poked his head in asking if anyone was there. Hearing no reply he went in the hopes of "accidentally seeing a naked girl" finding some help. As he walked around the entrance corner to the rows of obscured foggy glass shower stalls he could not help but be walk towards the beautiful yet enchanting sound. The sound came from one of the shadowy figure in the shower stall humming a tune that mesmerized Joshua into approaching even closer. From there beautifully shaped curves could be seen of the shadowy figure inside the glass stall leaving Joshua standing there in a trance as he listened to the wonderful tune which could be described as listening to an angel no a goddess. Suddenly the door opens! In his surprise he noticed that the he was so entranced he failed to notice that the sound of running water had stopped and tried to escape only to slip right in front of the opening door. He helplessly gazed as the figure emerged from the shower and starred right back at him. … … … “Pri-” “Priva-” “PRIVATE GET UP NOW!” Gasping Joshua quickly got up. “S-Sir?” Taking a quick glance Joshua finally noticed a room full of people and quickly got up only to receive a massive wave of headaches. “Hehehe well everyone let’s give a warm welcome to Joshua the Shower Peeping Private who I also might add made us kindly wait for 8 hours.” Looking around I could already see I was on everyone’s soon to be killed list for making them wait that long. Wait shower peeping? And then it hits me as I remembered staring a really long time at a beautiful naked girl who calmly brought her hands around my head and the... and then...everything went black. Now that I think about it my neck was rather stiff. Feeling an intense chill I turned around and there she was standing there with an expressionless face but her eyes promising to make me truly suffer later on. Haha first day and I already made so many "enemies" friends. Great. Couldn't figure out how to get crossed out words so I just gave some space and " marks on it Due to the comments of some I will try to make the next few chapters when I ahem* start on them a bit longer. [Your voice has been heard!] Thanks for reading and please let me know what you think {[999abo}]

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Gwenden set Alex down at a shooting range. Alex stood up, and was then promptly beaten down by Gwenden. Alex screamed out in pain.<br><br>“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!?”<br><br>To which Gwenden promptly replied, “ Because you tried to attack me a week ago.”<br><br>Alex them remembered that he tried to attack Gwenden because of a reason he was no longer able to remember. But he thought that Gwenden already got his revenge by punching him in the stomach.<br><br>After the attacks finished, Gwenden then set him the task of shooting 100 bullseyes in a row, or he would need to redo them. <br><br>Alex, after being assigned this task, looked over all the guns on the table in front of him. He saw Governments, Berettas, A Dragunov, and more guns than he could name. He took a USP.45, grabbed an armful of magazines, and got to work on shooting practice.<br><br>Alex carefully aimed at each target and shot with quick precision. Every shot he made, holes would appear close to the bullseye.<br><br>Gwenden, who was watching, was impressed with his skill, however his face did not show it. His eyes showed a bored expression and his face remained unchanged.<br><br>Alex shot for 3 hours straight, until he received a new skill and a new stat.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have received a new skill Gun Mastery! [Passive]<br><br>You will do 10% more damage when firing a gun.<br><br>Damage bonus will increase by 1% each level</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have generated a new stat Accuracy! <br><br>Your shots will be more in line with the the front of the barrel, and trajectories will be less affected by wind.<br><br>You are forbidden to distribute points to this stat.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Alex trained for 3 days straight, and finally, he managed to get 100 bullseyes.<br><br>But that was not the end of the shooting training.<br><br>Gwenden gave him a new task.<br><br>“Hit down 30 of our moving targets in less than a minute.”<br><br>Alex was then led to a shooting range, where the moving targets were Chocolate Reindeers on a stick. He kept his USP.45 and then started to fire.Originally, his shots would always hit bullseye. But now, they were even more impressive. Every shot would hit a reindeer, but Alex wouldn’t even flinch when a shard of the Chocolate went at him. He would just open his mouth and eat it. It seemed like every shot he made, was all calculated to do exactly as he imagined. <br><br>Gwenden, was watching jaw-dropped, as he witnessed this amazing feat of marksmanship. It reached the point where reloading was happening right after Alex’s magazine dropped, and he was firing 60 rounds a minute. Gwenden had never before seen anyone but the Commander achieve such amazing marksmanship.<br><br>Every time a bullet hit the Reindeer, they would shatter into tiny little bits. The neck would sometimes be shot at, and then the head would separate from its body, and soon after, the body would fall into pieces as 3 successive bullets would smash into the body, crushing it to little bits.<br><br>Alex, however, was unsatisfied with his performance, because even though his rate of fire was high, he was always a bullet off from reaching the goal set by Gwenden. After 1 day all of the targets only had the stick remaining, and one had to go up close to believe that chocolate reindeers were once stuck onto those sticks.<br><br>Gwenden, even though Alex didn’t complete the task, still gave Alex a pass. And then they moved onto the next phase of the training, skill training.<br><br>They moved into a bright room, and in the center was a miniature sun. Attached to the walls were bright florescent lights that shone and completely eliminated every shadow in the room. His task this time, was to extinguish the sun in the middle of the room, by controlling the shadows on his hands and wrists.<br><br>Alex started to use Shadow Control, and made the shadows expand around the sun. It looked like it might work, but then the sun tore through and remained unscathed. Alex thought very deeply on how he would extinguish the powerful rays of the the sun. He started to pour a bunch of shadows into a ball, and then making it very dense and small. Alex changed the now super dense shadow ball, into the shape of a bullet, and then used it to load his gun. He started to give the bullet, properties of shadows, such as; Cold, Dark, Unseen. Alex’s mana was dropping like mad through the usage of his skill. As the load on his skill increased beyond what was able to be performed at his level, his mana consumption increased. His mana, which was previously at 2500, was now dropping 50 points a second, and was currently at 500. He aimed at the sun, and then fired. The bullet imbued with the property of Unseen, was able to pass through the intense rays of the sun.<br><br>As it landed, it extinguished the rays of the sun, and made the sun suddenly lose temperature. The shadows, released from their bonds, started to spread from inside of the sun. A rapid explosion of darkness from the center of the sun, destroyed the sun completely.<br><br>Alex had a multitude of skill windows pop up.<br><br>You have leveled up!<br>You have leveled up!<br>You have leveled up!<br>Skill proficiency in Shadow Understanding has increased!<br>Skill proficiency in Shadow Control has increased!<br><br>Gwenden watched, impressed at Alex’s ingenuity on the usage of his skills, made him recount how he did it. He had been at a much higher level than Alex at the time. And instead of extinguishing it from the inside, he used a much higher-level technique, and had converted the light into darkness, making a sphere that would constantly increase in density and size.<br><br>His sphere had taken a day to fully form enough, to take out the sun, while constantly being pelted by rays from the florescent lights, that made the strength of the sphere grow at a minimal rate, and it wasn’t near as innovative or as effective as Alex’s method was. It used more mana, more time, and it wasn’t as smart.<br>Gwenden started to feel a sense of inferiority to Alex, he who was much weaker than him when he did the training course, was able to complete it much faster, more efficiently, and better, than he did. It took him days of shooting the Chocolate Reindeers before he managed to shoot 100 of them in a row. When he started shooting at them, he only barely hit them, his bullets scraping the sides of the Reindeer. <br><br>He was unable to shoot them to pieces like Alex did, and watching as Alex’s bullets smashed into them like a sledgehammer, only served to make him realize the difference in talent between him and Alex.<br><br>Alex, having finished with the task given to him by Gwenden, looked at him and asked,<br><br>“ So what’s next?”<br><br>Gwenden was jolted out of his thoughts by Alex’s question, and then opened the door behind him and said,<br><br>“Practice Battles.”<br><br>Alex and Gwenden now stood on opposite sides of a makeshift battlefield. Alex was equipped with his one handgun, while Gwenden was in a full set of gear. His armour was made of expensive materials, and his weapon was an AK-47. When the referee signaled the start of the battle, instead of taking cover like Alex, he started to spray Shadow Bullets out from his gun.<br><br>Alex knew that he had to get into close quarters in order for him to match up with Gwenden, but with him constantly letting out a strafing fire, he couldn’t get close to kill him. He then saw a hole in the wall he was hiding behind, and through it, he saw Gwenden. Gun pointed at him.<br><br>Gwenden was shooting Shadow Bullets to make sure Alex wouldn’t come out of hiding. And in the midst of all of the gunfire, he would shoot a different kind of bullet at walls, to see if Alex was hiding behind them. To his luck, he found him on the first shot, and saw Alex looking straight at him but with not a trace of fear in his eyes.<br><br>Alex ducked, and then used Shadow Blade and Control simultaneously, creating a dark shield in front of him. He used his makeshift cover, and started to fire at Gwenden in rapid succession, each of his shots aimed at a fatal location. <br><br>But Gwenden used Shadow Manipulation to turn his bullets into deflectors, shooting them back at Alex.<br><br>Alex’s hp was slowly dropping, although his shield blocked most of the bullets, he was still constantly being hit by the ones that would curve into his sides. Alex gave up on defending, as it would do him no good, and with shield in hand, started to charge at Gwenden.<br><br>Gwenden was surprised at the sudden change in tactic, and activated his Shadow Blades for close ranged combat.<br><br>Alex stopped and faced off with Gwenden, he saw that Gwenden was unprepared, and took a shot at Gwenden. <br><br>Gwenden was unsuspecting, and only by the barest of margins did he manage to deflect the bullet away.<br><br>Alex saw that he only had 1000 mp left, and decided to make use of it. He changed his shield back into a blade, and stowed away his gun. He stared at Gwenden, his eyes full of his murderous intent. He leapt forward and started to slash with his Blade of Shadows.<br><br>As soon as his feet left the ground, he used his high agility stats to quickly make this into a Sword Fight.<br><br>Alex used his blade, and in a crouching leap, slashed upwards towards Gwenden’s neck. <br><br>Gwenden backstepped, and then crouched and slashed at Alex’s legs.<br><br>Alex jumped into the air, only to realize his mistake too late. <br><br>Gwenden pointed his sword and extended it, so it would reach Alex, who was in the sky.<br><br>Alex was unable to dodge the elongated blade, and with his mana dipping below 200, had to recreate his Shield of Shadows, and his mana consumption sharply increased. <br>Alex was barely able to deflect the blade away, and soon after, he ran out of mana.<br><br>Alex yielded. These bouts would continue for the rest of the course.<br><br>On the last day of his training, Alex was called to the Commander’s office.<br><br>Alex, at this point in time, who was still fearful of the Commander,opened the door, fearing the worst. His legs were shaking, and when he entered the room, it was darker than night. He saw the Commander standing with his arms behind his back, staring outside of the window, gazing over the city he protected. Alex asked in a quiet voice,<br><br>“Umm, am I supposed to be here?<br><br>The Commander turned around and spoke,<br><br>“ Yes. Over these past 5 weeks, you have been spectacular, and your mentor Gwenden has told me that your shooting skills and creativity are beyond what he has ever seen. I have seen your battles with Gwenden, and you surpass his description of you. I now promote you to Dark Shadow Beginner level 6. Due to your excellent rate of training, I have given you more levels than average. You have already picked a weapon of your choice. However, as the commander praising an excellent graduate, I will reward you with another weapon.”<br><br>Alex was presented with a selection of weapons, and out of all of them, he picked another handgun, the Desert Eagle.<br><br>Alex thanked the Commander,<br><br>“ Thank you, Commander. I wish to serve our race well.”<br><br>You have leveled up!<br>You have leveled up!<br>You have leveled up!<br>You have leveled up!<br>You have gained a new class level!<br>You have gained a new class level!<br>You have gained a new class level!<br>You have gained a new class level!<br>You have gained a new class level!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have gained a new skill Night Vision! [passive]<br><br>As a being of darkness, you are now able to attune closer to your natural element. And without help, you are able to see in the dark better.<br><br>Ability to see in dark increases by 5% each level.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> </div>

Gwenden set Alex down at a shooting range. Alex stood up, and was then promptly beaten down by Gwenden. Alex screamed out in pain. “WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!?” To which Gwenden promptly replied, “ Because you tried to attack me a week ago.” Alex them remembered that he tried to attack Gwenden because of a reason he was no longer able to remember. But he thought that Gwenden already got his revenge by punching him in the stomach. After the attacks finished, Gwenden then set him the task of shooting 100 bullseyes in a row, or he would need to redo them. Alex, after being assigned this task, looked over all the guns on the table in front of him. He saw Governments, Berettas, A Dragunov, and more guns than he could name. He took a USP.45, grabbed an armful of magazines, and got to work on shooting practice. Alex carefully aimed at each target and shot with quick precision. Every shot he made, holes would appear close to the bullseye. Gwenden, who was watching, was impressed with his skill, however his face did not show it. His eyes showed a bored expression and his face remained unchanged. Alex shot for 3 hours straight, until he received a new skill and a new stat. | You have received a new skill Gun Mastery! [Passive]You will do 10% more damage when firing a gun.Damage bonus will increase by 1% each level | | --- | | You have generated a new stat Accuracy! Your shots will be more in line with the the front of the barrel, and trajectories will be less affected by wind.You are forbidden to distribute points to this stat. | | --- | Alex trained for 3 days straight, and finally, he managed to get 100 bullseyes. But that was not the end of the shooting training. Gwenden gave him a new task. “Hit down 30 of our moving targets in less than a minute.” Alex was then led to a shooting range, where the moving targets were Chocolate Reindeers on a stick. He kept his USP.45 and then started to fire.Originally, his shots would always hit bullseye. But now, they were even more impressive. Every shot would hit a reindeer, but Alex wouldn’t even flinch when a shard of the Chocolate went at him. He would just open his mouth and eat it. It seemed like every shot he made, was all calculated to do exactly as he imagined. Gwenden, was watching jaw-dropped, as he witnessed this amazing feat of marksmanship. It reached the point where reloading was happening right after Alex’s magazine dropped, and he was firing 60 rounds a minute. Gwenden had never before seen anyone but the Commander achieve such amazing marksmanship. Every time a bullet hit the Reindeer, they would shatter into tiny little bits. The neck would sometimes be shot at, and then the head would separate from its body, and soon after, the body would fall into pieces as 3 successive bullets would smash into the body, crushing it to little bits. Alex, however, was unsatisfied with his performance, because even though his rate of fire was high, he was always a bullet off from reaching the goal set by Gwenden. After 1 day all of the targets only had the stick remaining, and one had to go up close to believe that chocolate reindeers were once stuck onto those sticks. Gwenden, even though Alex didn’t complete the task, still gave Alex a pass. And then they moved onto the next phase of the training, skill training. They moved into a bright room, and in the center was a miniature sun. Attached to the walls were bright florescent lights that shone and completely eliminated every shadow in the room. His task this time, was to extinguish the sun in the middle of the room, by controlling the shadows on his hands and wrists. Alex started to use Shadow Control, and made the shadows expand around the sun. It looked like it might work, but then the sun tore through and remained unscathed. Alex thought very deeply on how he would extinguish the powerful rays of the the sun. He started to pour a bunch of shadows into a ball, and then making it very dense and small. Alex changed the now super dense shadow ball, into the shape of a bullet, and then used it to load his gun. He started to give the bullet, properties of shadows, such as; Cold, Dark, Unseen. Alex’s mana was dropping like mad through the usage of his skill. As the load on his skill increased beyond what was able to be performed at his level, his mana consumption increased. His mana, which was previously at 2500, was now dropping 50 points a second, and was currently at 500. He aimed at the sun, and then fired. The bullet imbued with the property of Unseen, was able to pass through the intense rays of the sun. As it landed, it extinguished the rays of the sun, and made the sun suddenly lose temperature. The shadows, released from their bonds, started to spread from inside of the sun. A rapid explosion of darkness from the center of the sun, destroyed the sun completely. Alex had a multitude of skill windows pop up. You have leveled up! You have leveled up! You have leveled up! Skill proficiency in Shadow Understanding has increased! Skill proficiency in Shadow Control has increased! Gwenden watched, impressed at Alex’s ingenuity on the usage of his skills, made him recount how he did it. He had been at a much higher level than Alex at the time. And instead of extinguishing it from the inside, he used a much higher-level technique, and had converted the light into darkness, making a sphere that would constantly increase in density and size. His sphere had taken a day to fully form enough, to take out the sun, while constantly being pelted by rays from the florescent lights, that made the strength of the sphere grow at a minimal rate, and it wasn’t near as innovative or as effective as Alex’s method was. It used more mana, more time, and it wasn’t as smart. Gwenden started to feel a sense of inferiority to Alex, he who was much weaker than him when he did the training course, was able to complete it much faster, more efficiently, and better, than he did. It took him days of shooting the Chocolate Reindeers before he managed to shoot 100 of them in a row. When he started shooting at them, he only barely hit them, his bullets scraping the sides of the Reindeer. He was unable to shoot them to pieces like Alex did, and watching as Alex’s bullets smashed into them like a sledgehammer, only served to make him realize the difference in talent between him and Alex. Alex, having finished with the task given to him by Gwenden, looked at him and asked, “ So what’s next?” Gwenden was jolted out of his thoughts by Alex’s question, and then opened the door behind him and said, “Practice Battles.” Alex and Gwenden now stood on opposite sides of a makeshift battlefield. Alex was equipped with his one handgun, while Gwenden was in a full set of gear. His armour was made of expensive materials, and his weapon was an AK-47. When the referee signaled the start of the battle, instead of taking cover like Alex, he started to spray Shadow Bullets out from his gun. Alex knew that he had to get into close quarters in order for him to match up with Gwenden, but with him constantly letting out a strafing fire, he couldn’t get close to kill him. He then saw a hole in the wall he was hiding behind, and through it, he saw Gwenden. Gun pointed at him. Gwenden was shooting Shadow Bullets to make sure Alex wouldn’t come out of hiding. And in the midst of all of the gunfire, he would shoot a different kind of bullet at walls, to see if Alex was hiding behind them. To his luck, he found him on the first shot, and saw Alex looking straight at him but with not a trace of fear in his eyes. Alex ducked, and then used Shadow Blade and Control simultaneously, creating a dark shield in front of him. He used his makeshift cover, and started to fire at Gwenden in rapid succession, each of his shots aimed at a fatal location. But Gwenden used Shadow Manipulation to turn his bullets into deflectors, shooting them back at Alex. Alex’s hp was slowly dropping, although his shield blocked most of the bullets, he was still constantly being hit by the ones that would curve into his sides. Alex gave up on defending, as it would do him no good, and with shield in hand, started to charge at Gwenden. Gwenden was surprised at the sudden change in tactic, and activated his Shadow Blades for close ranged combat. Alex stopped and faced off with Gwenden, he saw that Gwenden was unprepared, and took a shot at Gwenden. Gwenden was unsuspecting, and only by the barest of margins did he manage to deflect the bullet away. Alex saw that he only had 1000 mp left, and decided to make use of it. He changed his shield back into a blade, and stowed away his gun. He stared at Gwenden, his eyes full of his murderous intent. He leapt forward and started to slash with his Blade of Shadows. As soon as his feet left the ground, he used his high agility stats to quickly make this into a Sword Fight. Alex used his blade, and in a crouching leap, slashed upwards towards Gwenden’s neck. Gwenden backstepped, and then crouched and slashed at Alex’s legs. Alex jumped into the air, only to realize his mistake too late. Gwenden pointed his sword and extended it, so it would reach Alex, who was in the sky. Alex was unable to dodge the elongated blade, and with his mana dipping below 200, had to recreate his Shield of Shadows, and his mana consumption sharply increased. Alex was barely able to deflect the blade away, and soon after, he ran out of mana. Alex yielded. These bouts would continue for the rest of the course. On the last day of his training, Alex was called to the Commander’s office. Alex, at this point in time, who was still fearful of the Commander,opened the door, fearing the worst. His legs were shaking, and when he entered the room, it was darker than night. He saw the Commander standing with his arms behind his back, staring outside of the window, gazing over the city he protected. Alex asked in a quiet voice, “Umm, am I supposed to be here? The Commander turned around and spoke, “ Yes. Over these past 5 weeks, you have been spectacular, and your mentor Gwenden has told me that your shooting skills and creativity are beyond what he has ever seen. I have seen your battles with Gwenden, and you surpass his description of you. I now promote you to Dark Shadow Beginner level 6. Due to your excellent rate of training, I have given you more levels than average. You have already picked a weapon of your choice. However, as the commander praising an excellent graduate, I will reward you with another weapon.” Alex was presented with a selection of weapons, and out of all of them, he picked another handgun, the Desert Eagle. Alex thanked the Commander, “ Thank you, Commander. I wish to serve our race well.” You have leveled up! You have leveled up! You have leveled up! You have leveled up! You have gained a new class level! You have gained a new class level! You have gained a new class level! You have gained a new class level! You have gained a new class level! | You have gained a new skill Night Vision! [passive]As a being of darkness, you are now able to attune closer to your natural element. And without help, you are able to see in the dark better.Ability to see in dark increases by 5% each level. | | --- |

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> *I am going to start calling Jake "Azrael" when in game to increase immersion, even when he is alone.<br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Azrael stood at the town gates, and a new wave of excitement began to overtake him. Finally, he would embark on crazy adventures, and make a name for himself. However, the sight before him was sad, and he came to a sudden realization.<br><br>"The monsters in this world must be tough." Thought Azrael, as he watched hordes of bunnies and foxes pummeling groups of noobs.<br><br>Parties of four to five were quivering in fear as they attempted to bait one fox for five people to beat upon. Five people...were struggling to kill a single fox. Azrael still could not seem to get over this fact...<br><br>It was a massacre. Not the bunnies and foxes, mind you. No, the noobs were getting their asses handed to them, especially when they accidentally pulled more than one monster.<br><br>Azrael walked over to a bunny, exerting a strong intent to kill. As Azrael looked down upon the bunny, it looked at him. The bunny felt his aura and knew what stood before him. It was then the rabbit came to a sudden realization. The bunny could only shudder in fear as it accepted its inevitable demise.<br><br>Azrael then lifted his leg, in hopes that he could smash the bunny's spine and end it quickly. He was, after all, an animal lover. He then brought down his leg with as much force as he could muster. <br><br>BOOM! <br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Critical Hit!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Azrael's mouth was open in terror at the sight before him. The whole battlefield, man and monster alike, stopped to look at him. Where his foot had landed, there was an indent in the earth filled with what remained of the bunny. The rest of the bunny seemed to explode all over Azrael...<br><br>The shock wave had extended a good five feet, and knocked a couple of the other rabbits over as well. Azrael was stunned and was muttering words no one seemed to understand. He wiped as much bunny off of himself as he could, and then he heard two dings.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">You have gained 2 Fighting Spirit.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">New Skill: Stomp</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Azrael could only keep looking in terror at the sight before him. <br><br>As he regained his senses he yelled, "Check Skill: Stomp."<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Stomp - Beginner 1 - 7%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">By calling upon all your energy, you can stomp the ground with tremendous force.<br><br>Deals Str * (.5) damage<br>5 foot AOE at 1/2 initial damage<br>Chance to stun/knockdown<br>Mana Cost: 100</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>As he was doing this, people in the area kind of just sat down...To process what had just happened. Safe to say, most bunnies had also vacated the area.<br><br>Azrael then proceeded to slay bunnies mercilessly, and quickly realized they were no challenge. He then moved to foxes.<br><br>"Wow, I must really thank the codger and the creepy kid." Thought Azrael, as he stomped everything around him. <br><br>Azrael finally pulled out his sword, and it sliced through the air with the satisfying sound he was accustomed to. He had been so busy stomping around like godzilla trying to raise his mastery, that he had almost forgot he even owned a sword. He had hoped that his prior show of strength would encourage people to approach him for partying purposes so he could make some friends. Alas, his merciless acts, the exploding rabbit, and his mean eyes caused most adventurers to stay even further away from him. Some even went so far as to go to a different area...<br><br>As Azrael carved through hordes of foxes and rabbits, he had gained two levels in Stomp, and one in 2h Sword Mastery. By then, the sun had started to fall, and the moon began to rise. Azrael then saw hordes of noobs running with haste to the town gates. Azrael knew of the dangers night brought, and prepared himself. <br><br>Azrael caught his first sign of a wolf not long after. <br><br>"Oh great, I was prepared for beefed up foxes and rabbits, not a damn wolf!" Yelled Azrael as he adopted a low stance.<br><br>The beast was manged and coated with dry blood, and its teeth were sharp and yellowed. It's eyes were the same disgusting yellow as its teeth, and it was foaming at the mouth as it snarled. As the two circled each other, the wolf finally took the initiative and lunged straight for Azrael's throat. Azrael quickly sidestepped as the wolf rolled past, and made a taunting gesture in triumph. The wolf, however, seems to understand the meaning that the finger held, and came at him with even more ferocity.<br><br>Azrael prepared himself as the wolf drew near once more, and raised his leg. When the creature was about two feet from him, he dropped his leg and yelled, "Stomp!" The wolf yelped and went down. Azrael wasted no time in rushing to the slumped figure, and swung his blade down heavily. The wolf rolled to dodge, and the sword landed deep in the earth. As Azrael was recovering, the wolf jumped again and got Azrael's leg good. <br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Critical Hit!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">-250 HP</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Azrael quickly staggered backwards. As he did, the wolf attacked again, and slashed his torso.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">-100 HP</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>"Damn noob clothes are no good for defense!" Thought Azrael, as he looked at his bleeding.<br><br>Azrael then realized the wolves were in a whole different world compared to the previous enemies, not to mention their 50% buff at night...He would now take on the wolf seriously.<br>Azrael adopted a new stance, and began to continue clashing with the wolf. <br><br>The wolf lunged once more, and Azrael dodged while bringing his sword down. He clipped the wolf's leg, and its movement slowed slightly. The wolf howled in pain and shot at Azrael. It clipped his hand, dealing another fifty damage. It immediately came in for another attack. Azrael rolled deftly on the ground, and then swung his sword. The sword landed directly in the wolf's mouth, and cleaved clean through to the other end of its body.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Critical Hit!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>The wolf turned grey, and Azrael saw a slew of messages.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Level Up!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Gained Stat: Sustenance</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Gained Stat: Endurance</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">New Skill: Tumble</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Azrael could not hide his excitement! It would seem fighting monsters who were a lot stronger conferred much better bonuses.<br><br>"Check Skill: Tumble!" Yelled Azrael.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Tumble - Beginner 1 - 25%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Move faster and dodge easier in battle.<br>Passive<br><br>Movement speed increased by 2% in battle.<br>Chance to dodge increased by 1%.<br>You can regain composure after falling faster.<br>You take 2% less fall damage.<br><br>Each level reduces Stamina needed to tumble.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>"Nice, another excellent skill...especially since I don't happen to own a single piece of armor." Muttered Azrael.<br><br>Azrael then looked down, and noticed his sword was forming a crack. It was then he brushed himself off, and decided it was time to take a break. It was a quite successful first hunt. Azrael gained two new stats, two skills, a lot of mastery, and twelve points of fighting spirit, although that stat seemed pretty useless at the moment...<br><br>He had also gained quite a fair amount of loot, and risen to level eleven. <br><br>"All day fighting the hordes of chaos, and I only gained eight levels?" Scoffed Azrael. <br><br>As he returned to town, he found a local merchant and peddled his spoils. He had managed to obtain a sum of 62 silver and 17 copper. He also bought a full set of leather armor from the man, leaving him with 32 silver. <br><br>"I'll get some good, strong armor one day, but this will do for now." Said Azrael, pleased with his purchase.<br><br>Azrael then headed to a local smithy in order to have his weapon repaired. When he arrived, the smell of fire was strong, and the heat was near unbearable. The man running the establishment was tapping a piece of metal rhythmically.<br><br>*Clang. Clang. Clang.*<br><br>The man stopped and looked up. A wide grin was visible on his face.<br><br>"Welcome to Holstrom's Smithery! Best metal work in the land! What can I do for you today, sir?" Said Holstrom, in a boisterous manner.<br><br>"Sir, after a long day of fighting my blade is exhausted and could use a master's touch. I have heard that you are the finest blacksmith in the land, and come to witness your prowess." Stated Azrael, in his nicest tone.<br><br>Azrael had taken to kiss-assery after he realized his eyes gave him negative standing with most npcs....Even if they didn't know him beforehand. After he found out how useful a few well placed words could be during a few occasions, he simply kept the compliments flowing.<br><br>Holstrom was wearing a large smile and said, "Aye lad, let me see your blade."<br><br>Azrael then handed his sword over to Holstrom. His smile disappeared as he grimaced over the condition of the blade.<br><br>"Good god son! What did you do with this blade? Cleave the earth?" Screamed Holstrom, in angst over the sword's present state.<br><br>"Uhh...No...I simply fought all day." Stated Azrael, knowing full well he did accidentally strike the ground a couple times by mistake...<br><br>"Well...I'll fix this for 5 silver. I won't go no lower! This is going to take a lot of effort, boy!" Said Holstrom.<br><br>Azrael sighed, and quickly accepted. Holstrom then got to work. It had taken him quite a while to repair the sword to its former glory after what Azrael had put it through. When the work was finally completed, he returned the blade to Azrael. <br><br>"Son, it saddens me deeply to see a blade in that state. I wish to never look upon a sword as fine as this in a similar state again. If you pay me 15 silver I will teach you the basics of repair and give you the basic tools." Stated Holstrom.<br><br>Azrael quickly accepted his offer, and spent the next two hours learning the basics of repair.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">New Skill: Repair</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">New Item: Basic Blacksmith's Tools</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>"Thank you sir. It does my heart well knowing I now have the knowledge to properly maintain my sword." Said Azrael with a grin.<br><br>"Aye lad, every adventurer should be able to take care of their weapon." Nodded Holstrom.<br><br>The two then said their goodbyes, and Azrael made his way back to the market. He then purchased some rations and other basic supplies that he would need for his journey with his remaining funds. <br><br>Jake then logged out, and figured he would get some rest and food before starting his journey in the morning. </div>

*I am going to start calling Jake "Azrael" when in game to increase immersion, even when he is alone. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Azrael stood at the town gates, and a new wave of excitement began to overtake him. Finally, he would embark on crazy adventures, and make a name for himself. However, the sight before him was sad, and he came to a sudden realization. "The monsters in this world must be tough." Thought Azrael, as he watched hordes of bunnies and foxes pummeling groups of noobs. Parties of four to five were quivering in fear as they attempted to bait one fox for five people to beat upon. Five people...were struggling to kill a single fox. Azrael still could not seem to get over this fact... It was a massacre. Not the bunnies and foxes, mind you. No, the noobs were getting their asses handed to them, especially when they accidentally pulled more than one monster. Azrael walked over to a bunny, exerting a strong intent to kill. As Azrael looked down upon the bunny, it looked at him. The bunny felt his aura and knew what stood before him. It was then the rabbit came to a sudden realization. The bunny could only shudder in fear as it accepted its inevitable demise. Azrael then lifted his leg, in hopes that he could smash the bunny's spine and end it quickly. He was, after all, an animal lover. He then brought down his leg with as much force as he could muster. BOOM! | Critical Hit! | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | Azrael's mouth was open in terror at the sight before him. The whole battlefield, man and monster alike, stopped to look at him. Where his foot had landed, there was an indent in the earth filled with what remained of the bunny. The rest of the bunny seemed to explode all over Azrael... The shock wave had extended a good five feet, and knocked a couple of the other rabbits over as well. Azrael was stunned and was muttering words no one seemed to understand. He wiped as much bunny off of himself as he could, and then he heard two dings. | You have gained 2 Fighting Spirit. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | New Skill: Stomp | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | Azrael could only keep looking in terror at the sight before him. As he regained his senses he yelled, "Check Skill: Stomp." | Stomp - Beginner 1 - 7% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | By calling upon all your energy, you can stomp the ground with tremendous force.Deals Str * (.5) damage5 foot AOE at 1/2 initial damageChance to stun/knockdownMana Cost: 100 | | | | As he was doing this, people in the area kind of just sat down...To process what had just happened. Safe to say, most bunnies had also vacated the area. Azrael then proceeded to slay bunnies mercilessly, and quickly realized they were no challenge. He then moved to foxes. "Wow, I must really thank the codger and the creepy kid." Thought Azrael, as he stomped everything around him. Azrael finally pulled out his sword, and it sliced through the air with the satisfying sound he was accustomed to. He had been so busy stomping around like godzilla trying to raise his mastery, that he had almost forgot he even owned a sword. He had hoped that his prior show of strength would encourage people to approach him for partying purposes so he could make some friends. Alas, his merciless acts, the exploding rabbit, and his mean eyes caused most adventurers to stay even further away from him. Some even went so far as to go to a different area... As Azrael carved through hordes of foxes and rabbits, he had gained two levels in Stomp, and one in 2h Sword Mastery. By then, the sun had started to fall, and the moon began to rise. Azrael then saw hordes of noobs running with haste to the town gates. Azrael knew of the dangers night brought, and prepared himself. Azrael caught his first sign of a wolf not long after. "Oh great, I was prepared for beefed up foxes and rabbits, not a damn wolf!" Yelled Azrael as he adopted a low stance. The beast was manged and coated with dry blood, and its teeth were sharp and yellowed. It's eyes were the same disgusting yellow as its teeth, and it was foaming at the mouth as it snarled. As the two circled each other, the wolf finally took the initiative and lunged straight for Azrael's throat. Azrael quickly sidestepped as the wolf rolled past, and made a taunting gesture in triumph. The wolf, however, seems to understand the meaning that the finger held, and came at him with even more ferocity. Azrael prepared himself as the wolf drew near once more, and raised his leg. When the creature was about two feet from him, he dropped his leg and yelled, "Stomp!" The wolf yelped and went down. Azrael wasted no time in rushing to the slumped figure, and swung his blade down heavily. The wolf rolled to dodge, and the sword landed deep in the earth. As Azrael was recovering, the wolf jumped again and got Azrael's leg good. | Critical Hit! | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | -250 HP | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | Azrael quickly staggered backwards. As he did, the wolf attacked again, and slashed his torso. | -100 HP | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | "Damn noob clothes are no good for defense!" Thought Azrael, as he looked at his bleeding. Azrael then realized the wolves were in a whole different world compared to the previous enemies, not to mention their 50% buff at night...He would now take on the wolf seriously. Azrael adopted a new stance, and began to continue clashing with the wolf. The wolf lunged once more, and Azrael dodged while bringing his sword down. He clipped the wolf's leg, and its movement slowed slightly. The wolf howled in pain and shot at Azrael. It clipped his hand, dealing another fifty damage. It immediately came in for another attack. Azrael rolled deftly on the ground, and then swung his sword. The sword landed directly in the wolf's mouth, and cleaved clean through to the other end of its body. | Critical Hit! | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | The wolf turned grey, and Azrael saw a slew of messages. | Level Up! | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Gained Stat: Sustenance | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Gained Stat: Endurance | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | New Skill: Tumble | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | Azrael could not hide his excitement! It would seem fighting monsters who were a lot stronger conferred much better bonuses. "Check Skill: Tumble!" Yelled Azrael. | Tumble - Beginner 1 - 25% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Move faster and dodge easier in battle.PassiveMovement speed increased by 2% in battle.Chance to dodge increased by 1%.You can regain composure after falling faster.You take 2% less fall damage.Each level reduces Stamina needed to tumble. | | | | "Nice, another excellent skill...especially since I don't happen to own a single piece of armor." Muttered Azrael. Azrael then looked down, and noticed his sword was forming a crack. It was then he brushed himself off, and decided it was time to take a break. It was a quite successful first hunt. Azrael gained two new stats, two skills, a lot of mastery, and twelve points of fighting spirit, although that stat seemed pretty useless at the moment... He had also gained quite a fair amount of loot, and risen to level eleven. "All day fighting the hordes of chaos, and I only gained eight levels?" Scoffed Azrael. As he returned to town, he found a local merchant and peddled his spoils. He had managed to obtain a sum of 62 silver and 17 copper. He also bought a full set of leather armor from the man, leaving him with 32 silver. "I'll get some good, strong armor one day, but this will do for now." Said Azrael, pleased with his purchase. Azrael then headed to a local smithy in order to have his weapon repaired. When he arrived, the smell of fire was strong, and the heat was near unbearable. The man running the establishment was tapping a piece of metal rhythmically. *Clang. Clang. Clang.* The man stopped and looked up. A wide grin was visible on his face. "Welcome to Holstrom's Smithery! Best metal work in the land! What can I do for you today, sir?" Said Holstrom, in a boisterous manner. "Sir, after a long day of fighting my blade is exhausted and could use a master's touch. I have heard that you are the finest blacksmith in the land, and come to witness your prowess." Stated Azrael, in his nicest tone. Azrael had taken to kiss-assery after he realized his eyes gave him negative standing with most npcs....Even if they didn't know him beforehand. After he found out how useful a few well placed words could be during a few occasions, he simply kept the compliments flowing. Holstrom was wearing a large smile and said, "Aye lad, let me see your blade." Azrael then handed his sword over to Holstrom. His smile disappeared as he grimaced over the condition of the blade. "Good god son! What did you do with this blade? Cleave the earth?" Screamed Holstrom, in angst over the sword's present state. "Uhh...No...I simply fought all day." Stated Azrael, knowing full well he did accidentally strike the ground a couple times by mistake... "Well...I'll fix this for 5 silver. I won't go no lower! This is going to take a lot of effort, boy!" Said Holstrom. Azrael sighed, and quickly accepted. Holstrom then got to work. It had taken him quite a while to repair the sword to its former glory after what Azrael had put it through. When the work was finally completed, he returned the blade to Azrael. "Son, it saddens me deeply to see a blade in that state. I wish to never look upon a sword as fine as this in a similar state again. If you pay me 15 silver I will teach you the basics of repair and give you the basic tools." Stated Holstrom. Azrael quickly accepted his offer, and spent the next two hours learning the basics of repair. | New Skill: Repair | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | New Item: Basic Blacksmith's Tools | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | "Thank you sir. It does my heart well knowing I now have the knowledge to properly maintain my sword." Said Azrael with a grin. "Aye lad, every adventurer should be able to take care of their weapon." Nodded Holstrom. The two then said their goodbyes, and Azrael made his way back to the market. He then purchased some rations and other basic supplies that he would need for his journey with his remaining funds. Jake then logged out, and figured he would get some rest and food before starting his journey in the morning.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> “Where is that rude elf?” Muttered Theodore to himself. Theodore Balkan had delayed the grand event long enough. It had been almost one hour past the starting opening ceremony. The opening ceremony was now coming to an end. There was no more time for delay. The dwarven prince gave a long speech about the greatness of dwarves boring half the audience to death for an entire hour. The crowd was at its limit and had been waiting anxiously for a while now. If Theodore decided to delay it any further, the audience might have started rioting. Theodore hated to disappoint the crowd. He liked showmanship and fair play. If the elf decided give up now then it was his loss.<br><br>*Ahem* *Ahem* Theodore addressed the audience at the end of the ceremony. “I now present to you....the final candidates! Thor! Cynbel! Pallidus! Ignot! …”<br><br>As their names were called out, each participant made their way to a forge. Players and NPC’s whispered to each other when three forges were left empty. Most likely a result of finalists who chickened out and didn’t turn up. Theodore, however, chose to ignore the whispers and move on. Beside the candidates forge were items they crafted from the previous round. Theodore started going around and introducing each dwarf and the items they crafted the last round. <br><br>“It is now time for the final challenge. You must make something Beautiful”<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Beautiful how could they make something more beautiful than what was already up there.</span> The audience wondered.<br><br>The blacksmiths looked at each other as the crowd murmured. The finalists had been preparing themselves for this moment for the last 4 weeks. Some of the finalists had decided that Theodore must mean make something beautiful to a dwarf, since dwarves were often tank characters then that would mean beautiful armor. The slowly began to pull out mithril, ebony and other high quality materials they mined in the Northern Mountain City. They glanced at one another trying to make sure theirs was the best, the most expensive of materials.The crowd was awed by these materials, as many were rare and much of the crowd was made up elite party leaders who were in desperate need of armor for their crew.<br><br>Other finalists like Cynbel, Thor, Pallidus and the others had dug a little deeper into Theodore’s words. They didn’t bother making armor or swords, instead jeweled sculptures and trinkets. Everyone was excited as they began to get to work, it was obvious what they had to do with just a little thought. Or so they all thought? The finalists, in their haste, forgot all about the strange missing elf who captured Theodore’s heart last round. <br><br>-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-<br><br>With a flash of white light, Weed appeared at his last saved location.<br><br>System message windows popped in front of him one after another. Weed did not recall he did anything in particular to warrant system message before he logged out.<br><br>“System message. Open”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>- Cold blooded cruelty skill leveled up! Now beginner level 2!<br><br>- Cold blooded cruelty skill leveled up! Now beginner level 3!<br><br>- Cold blooded cruelty skill leveled up! Now beginner level 4!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>- Betrayal skill leveled up! Now beginner level 6!<br><br>- Betrayal skill leveled up! Now beginner level 7!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>- Deceit skill leveled up! Now beginner level 8!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>- New stat unlocked, Ripple Effect! Betrayal, lies and cruelty combined give off a ripple effect with far greater consequences anticipated. Your spoken or unspoken words and actions may have a profound impact in society, political matters and people’s belief. <br><br>Master this skill to unravel its secrets!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Ripple Effect beginner level 1! - Leveling up Deceit also levels up betrayal! If deceit and betrayal level up simultaneously, cold blooded cruelty may also increase! Master this stat to unlock all its effects.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">That’s weird.</span> Weed slowly closed all the messages. <span style="font-style: italic;"> Did I do anything so heinous before logging out. Is it an error? </span> Weed wasn’t sure to be happy or sad. He was closer to his goal but it didn’t sit in well with his conscience. He did not get much chance to ponder. As a new set of messages popped up in front of him.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>- Theodore’s Final Test starts in 6 Hours! All finalists are required to attend the opening ceremony! Please meet Thedore and learn more!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>- Theodore’s Final Test starts in 3 Hours! All finalists are required to attend the opening ceremony! Please meet Thedore and learn more!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>- Theodore’s Final Test starts in 1 Hour! All finalists are required to attend the opening ceremony! Please meet Thedore and learn more!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>- The last Moon Apprentice test has begun!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>- You are late for Thedore’s test! Please hurry or you may incur Thedore’s wrath!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>- You are late for Thedore’s test! Please hurry or you may be disqualified!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>- You are late for Thedore’s test! Please hurry, the final round has begun!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Weed was about to check the time of the messages when someone jostled past Weed. <br><br>“Sorry!” Said Weed while stepping away from the middle of the street. The player was gracious enough to curse him just once, “Bloody elf has to stand in the middle of the road!”<br><br>Weed quickly made his way to the castle, there was no time to be wasted! The last message was about an hour ago! He was late beyond redemption. As Weed neared entrance of the castle, he noticed the number of soldiers increased exponentially. Initially, there were just patrolling units that Weed came across. Then, he noticed the archers stationed on the rooftops and balconies of homes. As he went further, there were roadblocks all over. Everyone without exception was required to show their face. <br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"> Who are they expecting? </span> As Weed removed his hood and revealed his face. The skyholm soldier dwarves unlike those from the Northern Mountain City, displayed no distaste for the elven race. They lifted their spears opening up a path before Weed. Once Weed crossed them, they blocked the path into the castle again.<br><br>Once inside, he noticed that the castle itself served as a garrison. So not only were soldiers encamped outside but inside as well! There were dwarven soldiers encamped all over the castle. At least a thousand NPC soldiers were protecting the castle, it was as if some VIP was attending the event. Archers were tensely monitoring each and every individual who moved around the castle. Any resident of the nearby village who got too close to the walls of the castle was driven away with a warning arrow. There was no room for kindness. <br>Weed would have taken more time to observe all the details but he was in much too great a hurry!<br><br>“Are you here for the blacksmithing competition or for an appointment with an official?” A dwarf concierge asked Weed as he walked into the inner building within the castle.<br><br>“For the competition.” Weed blurted out. He had no more time to waste!<br><br>“I require a ticket that you purchased for watching the competition.”<br><br>“I am a participant!”<br><br>The dwarf looked up at Weed suspiciously, “And you would be...”<br><br>“Weed!”<br><br>“Ah! I see the silver haired elf! I have been given a description of you before. Please follow me! You are terribly late for the competition! I believe the others have already started!”<br><br>The dwarf concierge led Weed up the marble stairs which led to two ostentatious wooden carved doors. The dwarf, pushed opened the door with great ease. As if oiled every day, the hinges made no creaking sound of the door opening.<br><br>Weed looked around and realized that the Great White Hall was indeed ‘Great’ and ‘White’. It expanded into every direction as far as his eye could see and it sparkled white in color. It was in fact so white that Weed had to cover his eyes with his hands to see better. From what he could tell, there was a large raised platform with 13 forges set up for viewing. <br><br>The event was grand for many reasons. Theodore had taken permission from the dwarven king, to hold it in the prestigious Grand White Halls, which had been closed to the public till now. Furthermore, it was open to all those who could afford the tickets. Three sides around the stage were raised seating and on the fourth was an empty throne. There were even arrangements made for audiences who couldn’t afford seating tickets, places to stand between the raised seating and stage. Nobles of the human and dwarven race from the Air Kingdom were attending the event. The nobility however could not be seen amongst the make shift arrangements. They proudly sat in their balcony seats which were located above the raised seating. Though, they were further from stage, those of nobility were only here to show of their wealth. The competition was of no interest to them.<br><br>Weed slowly made his way towards the stage. He had to push past some of the audience who began a picnic as the blacksmiths were slowly melting, hammering, molding various ores. The finalists quickly started pulling out one rare and valuable metals from their bags after another. They multitasked as they started to heat and beat them, after all who knew how much time they had left. The crowd was very impressed these were some rare materials and KMC Media was quickly identifying them for the audience back in RL. <br><br>“Excuse me!” Weed said as he pushed past a few human players. As Weed pushed around, he created a disturbance around him. <br><br>“Coming through!”<br><br>“No your not!” Replied a player, who thought of Weed as another audience member. He assumed Weed only wanted to get closer to the stage to get a better view of the event.<br><br>“I am a finalist.” Weed earnestly replied.<br><br>“Yeah right. An elven finalist.” grunted the human player to his comrades. However, before the rest of them could join in on making fun of Weed, Theodore’s eyes fell on Weed. He was glaring at Weed in anger. ‘Now he arrives. I will give him an earful. He better makes something good or else I will just fail him as quick’ Theodore thought to himself.<br><br>*Gulp* Weed was wondering whether now would be a good time to turn around when all the attention was shifted to a loud bark. “WOOF!?”<br><br>The crowd and other blacksmiths staggered a bit due to the loud bark. As they looked around for the source, Weed shouted out to Theodore, “‘I am sorry! I am late!”<br><br>“WOOF!” another mighty roar ripped through the hall. <span style="font-style: italic;">“Squirrel I saved you a place!”</span><br><br>Theodore motioned for Weed to step forward. The audience could not believe that an elf was a finalist as well. Just as the other competitors who thought the elf finally chickened out, shot him with sour looks for being allowed to join in despite being late. Only Pallidus smiled seeing Weed back. He did wonder where did Weed disappear of to, however seeing Weed at the finals relieved him of this anxiety.<br><br>“Hey!” Weed called out to the dog which appeared from behind his forge. The finalists in the way of Snappy, moved away quickly, not wishing to be in the path of the large ‘legendary beast’. “Thank you, Snappy. Did you reserve a spot for me? Good boy! Here a treat for you.” Weed said as he handed the dog some left over meaty treat.<br><br>“Squirrel – you have learnt well! You finally understand what your master expects of you. Woof! Woof!” <br><br>The elf continued greeting Snappy while trying to avoid Theodore who was still glaring him. Needless to say, everyone who watched was dumbfounded. Weed put down some treats for the giant dog who woofed happily before jumping onto the stage. Weed had finally made it to the grand stage.<br><br>“No extra time for you, elf! I should have you disqualified for being late!” Theodore shouted as he grabbed the elf and dragged him to the center of the stage.<br><br>Weed was late and yet not too late. Theodore who oversaw the competition put him in his spot very quickly, after a long string of dwarven curses for being tardy. Weed was sure some of the stuff he said was not meant for his age to hear as a good portion of the later curses were left untranslated in probably dwarfish language. Even the crowd was cringing on several untranslated part. In the end, Weed was even later. Weed considered replying but he thought he better shut it. The dwarf looked like he was going to explode. Weed didn’t want to receive a flying kick or a hammer to the face.<br><br>“Everyone, I humbly apologize for this candidate’s tardiness. His punishment is his lack of time. I would like to introduce to you all, the 13th candidate, Weed.”<br><br>A ripple of murmurs and whispers broke out amongst the players in the audience. <span style="font-style: italic;"> ‘Did he just say Weed? </span> <br><br>Even Shin Ye Sui, of KMC Media stood shocked and speechless. <span style="font-style: italic;"> Did he just say Weed? A blacksmith? </span> She wansn’t the only one so shocked. The audience in the studio in RL, was in an uproar as well.<br><br><br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>Authors Note:<br><br>1. Will be edited soon.<br>2. Thank you so much V4LKYR13 and Tewlve for co-authoring this.<br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Connect to Royal Road – Elementarem Vim next Chapter?</td></tr><tr><td colspan="2"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=606" target="_blank">Yes</a></td><td colspan="2"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=348" target="_blank">No</a></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- </div>

“Where is that rude elf?” Muttered Theodore to himself. Theodore Balkan had delayed the grand event long enough. It had been almost one hour past the starting opening ceremony. The opening ceremony was now coming to an end. There was no more time for delay. The dwarven prince gave a long speech about the greatness of dwarves boring half the audience to death for an entire hour. The crowd was at its limit and had been waiting anxiously for a while now. If Theodore decided to delay it any further, the audience might have started rioting. Theodore hated to disappoint the crowd. He liked showmanship and fair play. If the elf decided give up now then it was his loss. *Ahem* *Ahem* Theodore addressed the audience at the end of the ceremony. “I now present to you....the final candidates! Thor! Cynbel! Pallidus! Ignot! …” As their names were called out, each participant made their way to a forge. Players and NPC’s whispered to each other when three forges were left empty. Most likely a result of finalists who chickened out and didn’t turn up. Theodore, however, chose to ignore the whispers and move on. Beside the candidates forge were items they crafted from the previous round. Theodore started going around and introducing each dwarf and the items they crafted the last round. “It is now time for the final challenge. You must make something Beautiful” Beautiful how could they make something more beautiful than what was already up there. The audience wondered. The blacksmiths looked at each other as the crowd murmured. The finalists had been preparing themselves for this moment for the last 4 weeks. Some of the finalists had decided that Theodore must mean make something beautiful to a dwarf, since dwarves were often tank characters then that would mean beautiful armor. The slowly began to pull out mithril, ebony and other high quality materials they mined in the Northern Mountain City. They glanced at one another trying to make sure theirs was the best, the most expensive of materials.The crowd was awed by these materials, as many were rare and much of the crowd was made up elite party leaders who were in desperate need of armor for their crew. Other finalists like Cynbel, Thor, Pallidus and the others had dug a little deeper into Theodore’s words. They didn’t bother making armor or swords, instead jeweled sculptures and trinkets. Everyone was excited as they began to get to work, it was obvious what they had to do with just a little thought. Or so they all thought? The finalists, in their haste, forgot all about the strange missing elf who captured Theodore’s heart last round. -x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x- With a flash of white light, Weed appeared at his last saved location. System message windows popped in front of him one after another. Weed did not recall he did anything in particular to warrant system message before he logged out. “System message. Open” | - Cold blooded cruelty skill leveled up! Now beginner level 2!- Cold blooded cruelty skill leveled up! Now beginner level 3!- Cold blooded cruelty skill leveled up! Now beginner level 4! | | --- | | - Betrayal skill leveled up! Now beginner level 6!- Betrayal skill leveled up! Now beginner level 7! | | --- | | - Deceit skill leveled up! Now beginner level 8! | | --- | | - New stat unlocked, Ripple Effect! Betrayal, lies and cruelty combined give off a ripple effect with far greater consequences anticipated. Your spoken or unspoken words and actions may have a profound impact in society, political matters and people’s belief. Master this skill to unravel its secrets! | | --- | | Ripple Effect beginner level 1! - Leveling up Deceit also levels up betrayal! If deceit and betrayal level up simultaneously, cold blooded cruelty may also increase! Master this stat to unlock all its effects. | | --- | That’s weird. Weed slowly closed all the messages. Did I do anything so heinous before logging out. Is it an error? Weed wasn’t sure to be happy or sad. He was closer to his goal but it didn’t sit in well with his conscience. He did not get much chance to ponder. As a new set of messages popped up in front of him. | - Theodore’s Final Test starts in 6 Hours! All finalists are required to attend the opening ceremony! Please meet Thedore and learn more! | | --- | | - Theodore’s Final Test starts in 3 Hours! All finalists are required to attend the opening ceremony! Please meet Thedore and learn more! | | --- | | - Theodore’s Final Test starts in 1 Hour! All finalists are required to attend the opening ceremony! Please meet Thedore and learn more! | | --- | | - The last Moon Apprentice test has begun! | | --- | | - You are late for Thedore’s test! Please hurry or you may incur Thedore’s wrath! | | --- | | - You are late for Thedore’s test! Please hurry or you may be disqualified! | | --- | | - You are late for Thedore’s test! Please hurry, the final round has begun! | | --- | Weed was about to check the time of the messages when someone jostled past Weed. “Sorry!” Said Weed while stepping away from the middle of the street. The player was gracious enough to curse him just once, “Bloody elf has to stand in the middle of the road!” Weed quickly made his way to the castle, there was no time to be wasted! The last message was about an hour ago! He was late beyond redemption. As Weed neared entrance of the castle, he noticed the number of soldiers increased exponentially. Initially, there were just patrolling units that Weed came across. Then, he noticed the archers stationed on the rooftops and balconies of homes. As he went further, there were roadblocks all over. Everyone without exception was required to show their face. Who are they expecting? As Weed removed his hood and revealed his face. The skyholm soldier dwarves unlike those from the Northern Mountain City, displayed no distaste for the elven race. They lifted their spears opening up a path before Weed. Once Weed crossed them, they blocked the path into the castle again. Once inside, he noticed that the castle itself served as a garrison. So not only were soldiers encamped outside but inside as well! There were dwarven soldiers encamped all over the castle. At least a thousand NPC soldiers were protecting the castle, it was as if some VIP was attending the event. Archers were tensely monitoring each and every individual who moved around the castle. Any resident of the nearby village who got too close to the walls of the castle was driven away with a warning arrow. There was no room for kindness. Weed would have taken more time to observe all the details but he was in much too great a hurry! “Are you here for the blacksmithing competition or for an appointment with an official?” A dwarf concierge asked Weed as he walked into the inner building within the castle. “For the competition.” Weed blurted out. He had no more time to waste! “I require a ticket that you purchased for watching the competition.” “I am a participant!” The dwarf looked up at Weed suspiciously, “And you would be...” “Weed!” “Ah! I see the silver haired elf! I have been given a description of you before. Please follow me! You are terribly late for the competition! I believe the others have already started!” The dwarf concierge led Weed up the marble stairs which led to two ostentatious wooden carved doors. The dwarf, pushed opened the door with great ease. As if oiled every day, the hinges made no creaking sound of the door opening. Weed looked around and realized that the Great White Hall was indeed ‘Great’ and ‘White’. It expanded into every direction as far as his eye could see and it sparkled white in color. It was in fact so white that Weed had to cover his eyes with his hands to see better. From what he could tell, there was a large raised platform with 13 forges set up for viewing. The event was grand for many reasons. Theodore had taken permission from the dwarven king, to hold it in the prestigious Grand White Halls, which had been closed to the public till now. Furthermore, it was open to all those who could afford the tickets. Three sides around the stage were raised seating and on the fourth was an empty throne. There were even arrangements made for audiences who couldn’t afford seating tickets, places to stand between the raised seating and stage. Nobles of the human and dwarven race from the Air Kingdom were attending the event. The nobility however could not be seen amongst the make shift arrangements. They proudly sat in their balcony seats which were located above the raised seating. Though, they were further from stage, those of nobility were only here to show of their wealth. The competition was of no interest to them. Weed slowly made his way towards the stage. He had to push past some of the audience who began a picnic as the blacksmiths were slowly melting, hammering, molding various ores. The finalists quickly started pulling out one rare and valuable metals from their bags after another. They multitasked as they started to heat and beat them, after all who knew how much time they had left. The crowd was very impressed these were some rare materials and KMC Media was quickly identifying them for the audience back in RL. “Excuse me!” Weed said as he pushed past a few human players. As Weed pushed around, he created a disturbance around him. “Coming through!” “No your not!” Replied a player, who thought of Weed as another audience member. He assumed Weed only wanted to get closer to the stage to get a better view of the event. “I am a finalist.” Weed earnestly replied. “Yeah right. An elven finalist.” grunted the human player to his comrades. However, before the rest of them could join in on making fun of Weed, Theodore’s eyes fell on Weed. He was glaring at Weed in anger. ‘Now he arrives. I will give him an earful. He better makes something good or else I will just fail him as quick’ Theodore thought to himself. *Gulp* Weed was wondering whether now would be a good time to turn around when all the attention was shifted to a loud bark. “WOOF!?” The crowd and other blacksmiths staggered a bit due to the loud bark. As they looked around for the source, Weed shouted out to Theodore, “‘I am sorry! I am late!” “WOOF!” another mighty roar ripped through the hall. “Squirrel I saved you a place!” Theodore motioned for Weed to step forward. The audience could not believe that an elf was a finalist as well. Just as the other competitors who thought the elf finally chickened out, shot him with sour looks for being allowed to join in despite being late. Only Pallidus smiled seeing Weed back. He did wonder where did Weed disappear of to, however seeing Weed at the finals relieved him of this anxiety. “Hey!” Weed called out to the dog which appeared from behind his forge. The finalists in the way of Snappy, moved away quickly, not wishing to be in the path of the large ‘legendary beast’. “Thank you, Snappy. Did you reserve a spot for me? Good boy! Here a treat for you.” Weed said as he handed the dog some left over meaty treat. “Squirrel – you have learnt well! You finally understand what your master expects of you. Woof! Woof!” The elf continued greeting Snappy while trying to avoid Theodore who was still glaring him. Needless to say, everyone who watched was dumbfounded. Weed put down some treats for the giant dog who woofed happily before jumping onto the stage. Weed had finally made it to the grand stage. “No extra time for you, elf! I should have you disqualified for being late!” Theodore shouted as he grabbed the elf and dragged him to the center of the stage. Weed was late and yet not too late. Theodore who oversaw the competition put him in his spot very quickly, after a long string of dwarven curses for being tardy. Weed was sure some of the stuff he said was not meant for his age to hear as a good portion of the later curses were left untranslated in probably dwarfish language. Even the crowd was cringing on several untranslated part. In the end, Weed was even later. Weed considered replying but he thought he better shut it. The dwarf looked like he was going to explode. Weed didn’t want to receive a flying kick or a hammer to the face. “Everyone, I humbly apologize for this candidate’s tardiness. His punishment is his lack of time. I would like to introduce to you all, the 13th candidate, Weed.” A ripple of murmurs and whispers broke out amongst the players in the audience. ‘Did he just say Weed? Even Shin Ye Sui, of KMC Media stood shocked and speechless. Did he just say Weed? A blacksmith? She wansn’t the only one so shocked. The audience in the studio in RL, was in an uproar as well. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Authors Note: 1. Will be edited soon. 2. Thank you so much V4LKYR13 and Tewlve for co-authoring this. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | Connect to Royal Road – Elementarem Vim next Chapter? | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | [Yes](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=606) | | [No](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=348) | | --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> by Sieghard » Sat Jun 15, 2013 11:01 am<br><br><br>“Dood!” Screamed the blue and white avian, surprising both players and NPC’s alike. He had recently surged into a Plaza on the middle of Lavias. That was an uncommon occurrence in itself, as players rarely started at this town. He had stayed silent, looking over his surroundings for a few minutes. His small black, bird eyes showed surprise and he suddenly had screamed that one word.<br><br>“Awesome, dood!” He once again screamed, but this time, he had started to dance and spin around. Some players started to laugh at the short bird’s dancing. Some even recorded it, later posting it on a Royal Road fan site. The video would make so much success he would instantly become a celebrity.<br><br>“Indeed, kaw! Being happy is good, kaw!” Said an elderly crow-like avian, who had approached Prymn. Noticing he was the target of the old man’s words, he stopped dancing.<br><br>“Aye, dood. The world is so beautiful, dood! Being alive, is great, dood!” Said Prymn in quick succession, causing the elder to smile - something only a real bird like him would have noticed.<br><br>“I wish I could be happy too, kaw.” Said the elder, his eyes filled with sadness.<br><br>“What’s wrong, dood?” He asked the crow elder, who was actually the first to speak to him since he came to Lavias. So, he was surprised by the man’s next words.<br><br>“<span style="font-weight: bold;">*sniff*</span> My, wife. kaw. She’s <span style="font-weight: bold;">*cries*</span> missing, kaw! She went to Karal cave, kaw! But that was in the morning, kaw!” It was already evening. He did not know how far Karal cave was, but that did not change the fact that too many hours had passed.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;">An Empty Nest:</span><br>The most respected elder of the Krow clan is worried about the fact that his wife has yet to return. She had left for Kural cavern, which is built conveniently inside the Krow’s residence, used as an exclusive source of food and materials. <br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quest Difficulty:</span> D<br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quest Requirements:</span> Exclusive to avians. Hearing out the elder’s plea. <br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Reward:</span> Increased familiarity whit the crows. Kurkaw’s family heirloom. A unique armor. Access to the Krow tower.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“I will find her, dood!” Said Prymn, who had learned that the only way the weak can survive is by helping each other. Often he had been saved by other prinnies during his slave training. If not for them, their cruel trainer would have made prinny juice out of him.<br><br>“I appreciate it, kaw!.” Said Kurkaw, smiling. Having received his first quest, he did not know how screwed he was. A quest ranked D was absolutely impossible for a level one. But he was given it, so, he thought it was possible for him to do it. And so, he set off for the cave, walking for an hour. That is, till he realized he did not know where the cave was.<br><br>“Damn, dood! I should’ve had asked, dood!” He screamed in despair, which cause a nearby adventurers group approach him. Their leader, a petite warrior, spoke with him.<br><br>“What’s wrong?” She asked the cute blue bird before her. Rose lived on the top floor of her family's pet shop, and one of the reasons she liked to play in Lavias was to see the birds which lived in it. She had never met an avian player before, so, she thought Prymn was part of some quest.<br>“Kurkaw’s wife, dood. She’s missing, dood! And I don’t know, where Kural cave is dood!” Said Prymn, nearly crying. Hearing it, Rose expected to see a quest message, which she was eager to accept.<br><br>“Huh, no quest? Aren’t you a NPC quest giver?” She mumbled, as nothing had happened.<br><br>“No way, dood. I am a player, dood!” Said Prymn, wondering how she had mistaken him for a NPC.<br><br>“Player? Well, if you share the quest with us, we can help you.” Said Rose, smiling. It was the chance to recruit a cute bird to her party, and she was willing to do anything for it. And I really do mean anything.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;">Rose has invited you to her party, do you accept?</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Sure, dood. Can’t believe someone is helping me, dood!” He was smiling, not that anyone noticed. That is, aside from Rose. <span style="font-style: italic;">Did I mention she loved birds? Yeah? Ok, just so you know this is not an attempt to increase the story’s word count in any way that I can assure you of. What? I should, just go back to the story? Ok, calm down, I will do so.</span><br><br>Having joined their party, Prymn was led to the Kural’s cave by Rose, who knew Lavias as if it were her second home. She led them to the residence of the Krow tower. Conveniently, the cave was inside the city of Lavias, so, Prymn could enter it.<br><br>“By the way, Prymnchwiik. What’s your level and class? Chwiik.” Asked Urorkchwik, an orc so ugly, the party forced him to wear a hood and a mask.<br><br>“Level and class, dood? What’s that, dood?” Asked Prymn, confused with his question. His answer caused the whole party look at him with pity. The poor noob had gotten such high level quest, if not for them, he would be fried chicken.<br><br>“Well, just stay back and relax. We will do the fighting.” Said Rose, hugging Prymn, as if he was a fluffy feather pillow. He did not care that she hugged him. Rather, he was afraid to say anything about it.<br><br>They had reached the entrance to the cave, which was just a large hole in the ground with a path leading down into the cave. Rose and her group formed a line; Prymn being forced to stay at the back. Frankly, he was happy about that.<br><br>‘My own minions, dood. That’s so, awesome, dood.’ Thought Prymn, daydreaming about becoming an overlord and eating sardines all day long. When he reached the inside of the cave, a message suddenly popped up.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;">You are among the very first players to discover Kural Cavern!</span><br>Fame +100.<br>Every day for one week, double EXP and double item drops. The rarest items will drop from killing the first monster of each type. Subsequent kills will drop common items.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><br>“Awesome, dood!” Prymn screamed. If he only knew what awaited him inside, perhaps he would think otherwise. And so started Prymn’s adventure inside the dark cave of Kural. </div>

by Sieghard » Sat Jun 15, 2013 11:01 am “Dood!” Screamed the blue and white avian, surprising both players and NPC’s alike. He had recently surged into a Plaza on the middle of Lavias. That was an uncommon occurrence in itself, as players rarely started at this town. He had stayed silent, looking over his surroundings for a few minutes. His small black, bird eyes showed surprise and he suddenly had screamed that one word. “Awesome, dood!” He once again screamed, but this time, he had started to dance and spin around. Some players started to laugh at the short bird’s dancing. Some even recorded it, later posting it on a Royal Road fan site. The video would make so much success he would instantly become a celebrity. “Indeed, kaw! Being happy is good, kaw!” Said an elderly crow-like avian, who had approached Prymn. Noticing he was the target of the old man’s words, he stopped dancing. “Aye, dood. The world is so beautiful, dood! Being alive, is great, dood!” Said Prymn in quick succession, causing the elder to smile - something only a real bird like him would have noticed. “I wish I could be happy too, kaw.” Said the elder, his eyes filled with sadness. “What’s wrong, dood?” He asked the crow elder, who was actually the first to speak to him since he came to Lavias. So, he was surprised by the man’s next words. “*sniff* My, wife. kaw. She’s *cries* missing, kaw! She went to Karal cave, kaw! But that was in the morning, kaw!” It was already evening. He did not know how far Karal cave was, but that did not change the fact that too many hours had passed. | An Empty Nest:The most respected elder of the Krow clan is worried about the fact that his wife has yet to return. She had left for Kural cavern, which is built conveniently inside the Krow’s residence, used as an exclusive source of food and materials. Quest Difficulty: DQuest Requirements: Exclusive to avians. Hearing out the elder’s plea. Reward: Increased familiarity whit the crows. Kurkaw’s family heirloom. A unique armor. Access to the Krow tower. | | --- | “I will find her, dood!” Said Prymn, who had learned that the only way the weak can survive is by helping each other. Often he had been saved by other prinnies during his slave training. If not for them, their cruel trainer would have made prinny juice out of him. “I appreciate it, kaw!.” Said Kurkaw, smiling. Having received his first quest, he did not know how screwed he was. A quest ranked D was absolutely impossible for a level one. But he was given it, so, he thought it was possible for him to do it. And so, he set off for the cave, walking for an hour. That is, till he realized he did not know where the cave was. “Damn, dood! I should’ve had asked, dood!” He screamed in despair, which cause a nearby adventurers group approach him. Their leader, a petite warrior, spoke with him. “What’s wrong?” She asked the cute blue bird before her. Rose lived on the top floor of her family's pet shop, and one of the reasons she liked to play in Lavias was to see the birds which lived in it. She had never met an avian player before, so, she thought Prymn was part of some quest. “Kurkaw’s wife, dood. She’s missing, dood! And I don’t know, where Kural cave is dood!” Said Prymn, nearly crying. Hearing it, Rose expected to see a quest message, which she was eager to accept. “Huh, no quest? Aren’t you a NPC quest giver?” She mumbled, as nothing had happened. “No way, dood. I am a player, dood!” Said Prymn, wondering how she had mistaken him for a NPC. “Player? Well, if you share the quest with us, we can help you.” Said Rose, smiling. It was the chance to recruit a cute bird to her party, and she was willing to do anything for it. And I really do mean anything. | Rose has invited you to her party, do you accept? | | --- | “Sure, dood. Can’t believe someone is helping me, dood!” He was smiling, not that anyone noticed. That is, aside from Rose. Did I mention she loved birds? Yeah? Ok, just so you know this is not an attempt to increase the story’s word count in any way that I can assure you of. What? I should, just go back to the story? Ok, calm down, I will do so. Having joined their party, Prymn was led to the Kural’s cave by Rose, who knew Lavias as if it were her second home. She led them to the residence of the Krow tower. Conveniently, the cave was inside the city of Lavias, so, Prymn could enter it. “By the way, Prymnchwiik. What’s your level and class? Chwiik.” Asked Urorkchwik, an orc so ugly, the party forced him to wear a hood and a mask. “Level and class, dood? What’s that, dood?” Asked Prymn, confused with his question. His answer caused the whole party look at him with pity. The poor noob had gotten such high level quest, if not for them, he would be fried chicken. “Well, just stay back and relax. We will do the fighting.” Said Rose, hugging Prymn, as if he was a fluffy feather pillow. He did not care that she hugged him. Rather, he was afraid to say anything about it. They had reached the entrance to the cave, which was just a large hole in the ground with a path leading down into the cave. Rose and her group formed a line; Prymn being forced to stay at the back. Frankly, he was happy about that. ‘My own minions, dood. That’s so, awesome, dood.’ Thought Prymn, daydreaming about becoming an overlord and eating sardines all day long. When he reached the inside of the cave, a message suddenly popped up. | You are among the very first players to discover Kural Cavern!Fame +100.Every day for one week, double EXP and double item drops. The rarest items will drop from killing the first monster of each type. Subsequent kills will drop common items. | | --- | “Awesome, dood!” Prymn screamed. If he only knew what awaited him inside, perhaps he would think otherwise. And so started Prymn’s adventure inside the dark cave of Kural.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <span style="font-weight: bold;"># The First Four weeks</span><br>(note that from here on, lines that are in-between "*" marks are the main char's thoughts"<br><br><br>With a flash of light, I appeared in the Citadel of Serabourg, Rosenheim.<br><br>"This..."<br><br>Looking around, it looked exactly the way I imagined a medieval city would look like. A mish mash of stone buildings in neat rows. Houses, inns, shops. Crowded as hell and twice as noisy.<br><br>Having a virtual body, on the other hand, didn't feel like I expected it to.<br><br>I had expected my senses to feel slightly dulled, especially the senses of taste, smell, and touch. But instead, I felt exactly the same as I would in my actual body.<br><br>For example, if I rolled my tongue around my mouth, I could definately taste my salive. Not too far away from me, I could definately smell some sort of cooking going on. An experimental stretch verified that I could feel the strain of my muscles.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Krlack!</span><br><br>Cracking my knucles and neck joints definately seemed to give me that short burst of endorphins I liked.<br><br>I took off my glasses, and put them back on again. Indeed, as the welcome AI said, my vision was unaffected either way.<br><br>"You new around here?"<br><br>I turned around to see a player that just exited the inn that was right behind me (we're never gonna see this dude again so I'm not gonna bother describing him.)(for that matter I just realized I never described the protagonist either. Clever me.)<br><br>"It's just that you have that newbie look."<br><br>"Ah.. yes I just created an account and am playing for the first time. But I understand that the Training Hall is a good place to get started?"<br><br>The stranger pointed me in the direction of the training hall.<br><br>"Just keep following this road, you can't miss it."<br><br>Shortly after we parted, I found myself in the training hall.<br><br>" Young adventurer, I presume you have arrived at the Versailles continent very recently,” the instructor said.<br><br>"Aye sir."<br><br>"You shall find sword training absolutely necessary when you come to confront monsters. Do you need my guidance? I tell you, take any unattended scarecrow and strike him in any way you want. A wooden sword is placed in front of a scarecrow, and it is all yours.”<br><br>"I thank you for your kindness, but in truth I am less interested in the way of the sword than I am in the way of the bow. Are there any training bows that I could use?"<br><br>The instructor seemed to heave a great sigh.<br><br>"Indeed there are. Follow me to the back to get one."<br><br>The instructor led me further into the training hall, where are two piles of weapons. While the pile that he was approaching contained nice, clean weapons, the other pile contained weapons that were dirty, scratched, or otherwise damaged.<br><br>"Here you go, a training bow and some arrows. I would remind you that you have to return these before leaving."<br><br>"Many thanks sir. Might I ask, what's the story behind that pile of broken weapons?"<br><br>"Oh, that." He looked towards the offending pile, "Trainees come and go. Since the weapons don't belong to them they use them with little care and often break them. As such there are always damaged weapons lying around. I've been meaning to repair them but could never find enough time to do it."<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*Chance!*</span><br><br>"If you teach me how, I could help you repair them."<br><br>The instructor looked at me in suprise.<br><br>"Really? You wouldn't mind?"<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ting!</span></span><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center;">*New Quest:<br><br>Repair Training Weapons<br><br>The Training Hall always has damaged equipment lying around. Do the instructor a favor and repair as many as you want.<br><br>You may turn this quest in whenever you want.<br><br>Quest Difficulty: F<br><br>Quest Objective: <br>Repair the damaged equipment<br><br>Quest Failure:<br>Do not repair anything<br><br>Quest Requirement: <br>None<br><br>Quest Reward:<br>Money based on the amount of equipment repaired.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>"Certainty."<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ting!</span></span><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Quest Accepted</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>"Great, come, let me show you how to repair them."<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ting!</span></span><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Skill Learned!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>? Repair: <br><br>Enables you to repair weapons and armors.<br><br>Beyond Beginner Lv. 5, you can forge new weapons and gears.<br><br>Beyond Intermediate Lv. 1, you can fully repair equipment.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>(Did I get this right? Or was it advanced?)<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*Sweet! I got a new skill already!*</span><br><br>Not long after I started reapiring, a young swordsman entered the Training Hall. From his appearance, he seemed to be a Korean, or at least of Asian descent, like me. Although he wasn't bulky, a trained eye could tell that he had martial arts experience.<br><br>The moment the instructor saw him walk in the entrance, his eyes glared fiercely.“Young adventurer, I presume you have arrived at the Versailles continent very recently,” the instructor said.<br><br>“Yes, Sir” the swordsman said shortly. He looked a little upset.<br><br>“You shall find sword training absolutely necessary when you come to confront monsters. Do you need my guidance? I tell you, take any unattended scarecrow and strike him in any way you want. A wooden sword is placed in front of a scarecrow, and it is all yours.”<br><br>“Thank you, sir. That’s enough. I don’t need any more guidance.”<br><br>“Godspeed”<br><br>This young swordsman stayed here for a very long time... ...<br><br>**********************************<br><br>Many hours later...<br><br>That young swordsman was still there hacking away at the training dummy.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*Persistent little bastard isn't he?*</span><br><br>But then again, I've been repairing the gear ever since even before he came in. So I could be said to be an even bigger persistent bastard than him. Although truth be told, I was seriously getting bored. <br><br>When I heard that I had to repair the items, I was expecting to do thing like restringing bows, glueing broken pieces together, polishing, etc. But really, all I had to do was lightly tap the items and say "Repair". My mana and stamina would be drained slightly and the equipment would look (almost) as good as new.<br><br>I stood up from my little corner to stretch and checked my skills. My Repair skill had increased to Beginner Lv 3 over the past few hours of grinding. <br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*I'll take a little break. Maybe try shooting that bow I just got.*</span><br><br>I picked up my bow and walked towards one of the training dummies.<br><br>On the spur of the moment I decided to use the dummy right next to the one the swordsman was using. <br><br>I studied the bow closely. It was embarrassing to admit, but while I had always chosen ranged classes, this was the first time I actually held a "real" bow. Arcade guns, yes. Even real rifles.<br><br>But never a bow.<br><br>I fumbled around trying to find an arrow. The instructor had given me several, but I had promptly placed them into my inventory for the sake of convenience. Would I have to retrive them from my inventory every time I fired my bow? That would be a pain in the ass.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*First thing I'm gonna buy whem I'm done is a quiver*</span><br><br>I opened the interface to retrieve an arrow from my inventory. I nocked the arrow to the bowstring and tried to draw it like I've seen in so many games and shows. It placed a surprising amount of strain on my arms considering it was supposed to be a DEX-based weapon. <br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*I should probably have expected this. After all, the force that will propel the arrow forward is the same force that I'd have to use to pull the bowstring. Seems like I made the right choice being a Human rather than an Elf.*</span><br><br>I took aim as best as I could and fired two practice arrows at the dummy. They didn't land exactly where I wanted them to, but it still hit the target. I was trying to hit dead center if the chest but the arrows landed on the arm and on the head respectively. The head shot was a consequence of trying to compensate for the offset in the first shot by aiming higher and further to the side. A third shot after that hit more or less where I wanted it to.<br><br>Satisfied, I went to the dummy to retrieve my arrows and took a closer look at them.<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Practice Arrows:<br><br>Durability: 10/10<br><br>An arrow designed for the young archer to practise with. Unlike other arrows, Practice Arrows can be retrieved after firing and reused.<br>This item cannot be repaired<br><br>Stats:<br>None<br><br>Requirement:<br>Must have a bow or equiped</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*Note to self, second thing I need to buy: more arrows.*</span><br><br>"Oh well back to work," I said, as I slung my bow over my shoulder and walked back to my little corner.<br><br>The little bastard swordman didn't even notice me.<br><br><br>*************************************************************<br><br><br>It's been three in-game weeks since I started playing Royal Road.<br><br>That swordsman is still attacking the dummy.<br><br>He's always on whenever I log on.<br><br>He's always on when I log off.<br><br>In fact I've never seen him offline.<br><br>Ever.<br><br>And he's never left the Training Hall either.<br><br>It even seems that he's managed to draw a small crowd. The players seem to believe that he's some kind of newly introduced NPC and have been trying to bribe him with gifts in attempt to open up a quest.<br><br>But that's enough about him. This story isn't about him.<br><br>It's about me.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">ME.<br></span><br>I've spent most of my time in the Training Hall repairing equipment, only leaving to buy food. Occasionally I'd stop to practise my shooting skills, and as a result, I've managed to gain a new skill.<br><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ting!</span></span><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Skill Learned!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>? Archery: <br><br>Increases Attack Power with a bow/crossbow (+10% ATK)<br>Increases Attack Speed with a bow/crossbow (+3% ATK SPD)<br><br>Improving this skill will grant increasing bonus to Attack Power and Attack Speed with bows and crossbows.<br><br>As you are Classless, this skill can only be improved to Beginner Lv 9.<br><br>If your future class is incompatible with this skill, it will be deactivated until you become a class that can use this skill.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>(Yes, it seems that there are crossbows in Royal Road. Although so far I've only been able to find one mention in all the translated volumes)<br><br><br>In addition, I've managed to learn a few things about the firing mechanism in Royal Road:<br><br>1) Shots fired at point blank most likely have increased power. "Most likely" because I simply observed that the arrows I fired penetrated deeper into the dummy when fired from close range.<br><br>2) There is actual gravity acting on the arrows. This means that an arrow fired straight up will come straight down (as long as there isn't any wind). This might <span style="font-style: italic;">sound</span> obvious, but in older games, the firing arc was an actual arc drawn from the tip of the arrow rather than a force acting on it. Which is why arrows in older games never come down when you fire up.<br><br>3) How far you draw the bow affects the projectile speed as well as the projectile power. This one really <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> obvious, but it's always better to be sure.<br><br>4) Which part of the bowstring you place your arrow on affects where your arrow will go.<br><br>5) And finally, as mentioned before, wind affects your arrow.<br><br>By now, my Repair skill has risen to Beginner Lv 8, and I've even managed to gain 3 points in Dexterity and 1 in Wisdom for my hard work. At first, the skill level was rising fairly quickly, but it started to slow down as all I've been repairing are level 1 training gear.<br><br>Looking at the pile of damaged equipment, you wouldn't think it could last his long. But it seems that whenever I take an item from the top of the pile, another item would magically materialize at the bottom of the pile.<br><br>I swear, it never shrinks.<br><br>On the bright side, in addition to the experience and the skills, I managed to find some armor discarded long ago by some trainee. I asked the instructor about it and he said I was free to keep it.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Leather Armor:<br><br>Durability: 8/50<br>Defense: 5<br><br>Basic body armor made from leather. It was owned by a player and discarded when it got damaged.<br><br>Equip:<br>None<br><br>Limits:<br>Level 2</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><br>It wasn't much, but it was something to start with. If repaired it'll likely last me a few levels before I'd need to get a new one.<br><br>Sadly enough I couldn't wear it because I was still level 1. :( (where is the "cry" emoticon when you need it)<br><br><br>***************************************************<br><br><br>When I logged on the very next day, the swordman was gone!<br><br>It really shouldn't bother me, but despite him never noticing my existance, I somehow considered him a silent companion in this Hall. Admirably trying our best to make the most of the 4 mandatory weeks of confinement in town.<br><br>"Greetings sir!" I approached the instructor.<br><br>"Ah! Yes, hello," he said as he turned away from whatever he was doing (really, what <span style="font-style: italic;">does </span>he do all day? He says he's too busy to repair the equipment, but I've hardly ever seen him do anything.) "Have you come to collect your payment for the repairs?"<br><br>"Oh no, good sir. I still plan to (suck all your money dry!) help you with the repairs. It's just that I can't help but notice that the swordsman is missing today?"<br><br>"Weed-nim?" He gave me a quizzical look, "Indeed, I sent him on an errand to discover the truth about a matter that has been bothering me."<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*Ahh... So that's his name.*</span><br><br>"Which reminds me," the instructor continued, "Your 4 weeks is almost up, and it is in my understanding that you wish to take up the way of the Bow?"<br><br>"Yes. Although in truth I cannot say why. But it simply feels like it is my calling to wield the Bow. I am not saying that it's the better weapon, it's just the weapon I prefer."<br><br>"I know what you mean," the instructor nods sagely, "I myself am partial to the Sword, but I still see that the Bow plays an important part of warfare. If you wish, I could send a letter of recomendation to the Archer's Guild to ease your way."<br><br>Normally, for one to become an archer, he would need to visit the Archer's Guild and spend at least a day training. After which, you'd have to pass an exam. This who fail will have to repeat the training regime until they pass the exam. Since time in Royal Road is accelerated 4 times, it actually only takes less than a day in real time, but it's still a pain in the ass and every little bit helps.<br><br>"That would be amazing, instructor. I will be in your debt," I bowed towards him.<br><br>"Oh, it is no problem. It's the least I could do for all your help."<br><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ting!</span></span><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>*New Quest:<br><br>The Recommendation<br><br>The instructor at the Training Hall has sent a letter of recomendation to the Archer's Guild for you.<br><br>You may turn this quest in whenever you want.<br><br>Quest Difficulty: F<br><br>Quest Objective:<br>Visit the Archer's Guild to change your class<br><br>Quest Failure:<br>Refuse to change your class<br><br>Quest Requirement:<br>Familarity with the Instructor<br>Must have the "Archery" skill<br><br>Quest Reward: <br>Class Change chance</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>I went back to my corner to finish my four weeks.<br><br><br><br>*****************************************<br><br><br>Author's note: <br><br>Hello people. This is my first time writing a fanfic. (or writing any kind of story for that matter). As such, I lack the ability to write descriptively or express emotions well. while some writers can write paragraphs simply on the color of the sky, I would simply say: "the sky is blue."<br><br>But I am still trying my best :D<br><br>I released both the Prologue and chapter 1 on the same day because I felt that the prologue was too damn short :p<br><br>I write this mostly in my free time and without the benefit of a spellcheck, so you'll have to excuse any errors that you might find.<br><br>Please enjoy my work. And if you don't, write a comment to tell me how I could improve my work.<br><br>Any kind of constructive criticism will be welcome.<br><br>Thank you!<br><br>Next chapter: Finally some action.<br><br>And yes, I know I mentioned "inventions" in the description, but please wait a few more chapters for that. </div>

# The First Four weeks (note that from here on, lines that are in-between "*" marks are the main char's thoughts" With a flash of light, I appeared in the Citadel of Serabourg, Rosenheim. "This..." Looking around, it looked exactly the way I imagined a medieval city would look like. A mish mash of stone buildings in neat rows. Houses, inns, shops. Crowded as hell and twice as noisy. Having a virtual body, on the other hand, didn't feel like I expected it to. I had expected my senses to feel slightly dulled, especially the senses of taste, smell, and touch. But instead, I felt exactly the same as I would in my actual body. For example, if I rolled my tongue around my mouth, I could definately taste my salive. Not too far away from me, I could definately smell some sort of cooking going on. An experimental stretch verified that I could feel the strain of my muscles. Krlack! Cracking my knucles and neck joints definately seemed to give me that short burst of endorphins I liked. I took off my glasses, and put them back on again. Indeed, as the welcome AI said, my vision was unaffected either way. "You new around here?" I turned around to see a player that just exited the inn that was right behind me (we're never gonna see this dude again so I'm not gonna bother describing him.)(for that matter I just realized I never described the protagonist either. Clever me.) "It's just that you have that newbie look." "Ah.. yes I just created an account and am playing for the first time. But I understand that the Training Hall is a good place to get started?" The stranger pointed me in the direction of the training hall. "Just keep following this road, you can't miss it." Shortly after we parted, I found myself in the training hall. " Young adventurer, I presume you have arrived at the Versailles continent very recently,” the instructor said. "Aye sir." "You shall find sword training absolutely necessary when you come to confront monsters. Do you need my guidance? I tell you, take any unattended scarecrow and strike him in any way you want. A wooden sword is placed in front of a scarecrow, and it is all yours.” "I thank you for your kindness, but in truth I am less interested in the way of the sword than I am in the way of the bow. Are there any training bows that I could use?" The instructor seemed to heave a great sigh. "Indeed there are. Follow me to the back to get one." The instructor led me further into the training hall, where are two piles of weapons. While the pile that he was approaching contained nice, clean weapons, the other pile contained weapons that were dirty, scratched, or otherwise damaged. "Here you go, a training bow and some arrows. I would remind you that you have to return these before leaving." "Many thanks sir. Might I ask, what's the story behind that pile of broken weapons?" "Oh, that." He looked towards the offending pile, "Trainees come and go. Since the weapons don't belong to them they use them with little care and often break them. As such there are always damaged weapons lying around. I've been meaning to repair them but could never find enough time to do it." *Chance!* "If you teach me how, I could help you repair them." The instructor looked at me in suprise. "Really? You wouldn't mind?" Ting! | *New Quest:Repair Training WeaponsThe Training Hall always has damaged equipment lying around. Do the instructor a favor and repair as many as you want.You may turn this quest in whenever you want.Quest Difficulty: FQuest Objective: Repair the damaged equipmentQuest Failure:Do not repair anythingQuest Requirement: NoneQuest Reward:Money based on the amount of equipment repaired. | | --- | "Certainty." Ting! | Quest Accepted | | --- | "Great, come, let me show you how to repair them." Ting! | Skill Learned! | | --- | | ? Repair: Enables you to repair weapons and armors.Beyond Beginner Lv. 5, you can forge new weapons and gears.Beyond Intermediate Lv. 1, you can fully repair equipment. | | --- | (Did I get this right? Or was it advanced?) *Sweet! I got a new skill already!* Not long after I started reapiring, a young swordsman entered the Training Hall. From his appearance, he seemed to be a Korean, or at least of Asian descent, like me. Although he wasn't bulky, a trained eye could tell that he had martial arts experience. The moment the instructor saw him walk in the entrance, his eyes glared fiercely.“Young adventurer, I presume you have arrived at the Versailles continent very recently,” the instructor said. “Yes, Sir” the swordsman said shortly. He looked a little upset. “You shall find sword training absolutely necessary when you come to confront monsters. Do you need my guidance? I tell you, take any unattended scarecrow and strike him in any way you want. A wooden sword is placed in front of a scarecrow, and it is all yours.” “Thank you, sir. That’s enough. I don’t need any more guidance.” “Godspeed” This young swordsman stayed here for a very long time... ... ********************************** Many hours later... That young swordsman was still there hacking away at the training dummy. *Persistent little bastard isn't he?* But then again, I've been repairing the gear ever since even before he came in. So I could be said to be an even bigger persistent bastard than him. Although truth be told, I was seriously getting bored. When I heard that I had to repair the items, I was expecting to do thing like restringing bows, glueing broken pieces together, polishing, etc. But really, all I had to do was lightly tap the items and say "Repair". My mana and stamina would be drained slightly and the equipment would look (almost) as good as new. I stood up from my little corner to stretch and checked my skills. My Repair skill had increased to Beginner Lv 3 over the past few hours of grinding. *I'll take a little break. Maybe try shooting that bow I just got.* I picked up my bow and walked towards one of the training dummies. On the spur of the moment I decided to use the dummy right next to the one the swordsman was using. I studied the bow closely. It was embarrassing to admit, but while I had always chosen ranged classes, this was the first time I actually held a "real" bow. Arcade guns, yes. Even real rifles. But never a bow. I fumbled around trying to find an arrow. The instructor had given me several, but I had promptly placed them into my inventory for the sake of convenience. Would I have to retrive them from my inventory every time I fired my bow? That would be a pain in the ass. *First thing I'm gonna buy whem I'm done is a quiver* I opened the interface to retrieve an arrow from my inventory. I nocked the arrow to the bowstring and tried to draw it like I've seen in so many games and shows. It placed a surprising amount of strain on my arms considering it was supposed to be a DEX-based weapon. *I should probably have expected this. After all, the force that will propel the arrow forward is the same force that I'd have to use to pull the bowstring. Seems like I made the right choice being a Human rather than an Elf.* I took aim as best as I could and fired two practice arrows at the dummy. They didn't land exactly where I wanted them to, but it still hit the target. I was trying to hit dead center if the chest but the arrows landed on the arm and on the head respectively. The head shot was a consequence of trying to compensate for the offset in the first shot by aiming higher and further to the side. A third shot after that hit more or less where I wanted it to. Satisfied, I went to the dummy to retrieve my arrows and took a closer look at them. | Practice Arrows:Durability: 10/10An arrow designed for the young archer to practise with. Unlike other arrows, Practice Arrows can be retrieved after firing and reused.This item cannot be repairedStats:NoneRequirement:Must have a bow or equiped | | --- | *Note to self, second thing I need to buy: more arrows.* "Oh well back to work," I said, as I slung my bow over my shoulder and walked back to my little corner. The little bastard swordman didn't even notice me. ************************************************************* It's been three in-game weeks since I started playing Royal Road. That swordsman is still attacking the dummy. He's always on whenever I log on. He's always on when I log off. In fact I've never seen him offline. Ever. And he's never left the Training Hall either. It even seems that he's managed to draw a small crowd. The players seem to believe that he's some kind of newly introduced NPC and have been trying to bribe him with gifts in attempt to open up a quest. But that's enough about him. This story isn't about him. It's about me. ME. I've spent most of my time in the Training Hall repairing equipment, only leaving to buy food. Occasionally I'd stop to practise my shooting skills, and as a result, I've managed to gain a new skill. Ting! | Skill Learned! | | --- | | ? Archery: Increases Attack Power with a bow/crossbow (+10% ATK)Increases Attack Speed with a bow/crossbow (+3% ATK SPD)Improving this skill will grant increasing bonus to Attack Power and Attack Speed with bows and crossbows.As you are Classless, this skill can only be improved to Beginner Lv 9.If your future class is incompatible with this skill, it will be deactivated until you become a class that can use this skill. | | --- | (Yes, it seems that there are crossbows in Royal Road. Although so far I've only been able to find one mention in all the translated volumes) In addition, I've managed to learn a few things about the firing mechanism in Royal Road: 1) Shots fired at point blank most likely have increased power. "Most likely" because I simply observed that the arrows I fired penetrated deeper into the dummy when fired from close range. 2) There is actual gravity acting on the arrows. This means that an arrow fired straight up will come straight down (as long as there isn't any wind). This might sound obvious, but in older games, the firing arc was an actual arc drawn from the tip of the arrow rather than a force acting on it. Which is why arrows in older games never come down when you fire up. 3) How far you draw the bow affects the projectile speed as well as the projectile power. This one really is obvious, but it's always better to be sure. 4) Which part of the bowstring you place your arrow on affects where your arrow will go. 5) And finally, as mentioned before, wind affects your arrow. By now, my Repair skill has risen to Beginner Lv 8, and I've even managed to gain 3 points in Dexterity and 1 in Wisdom for my hard work. At first, the skill level was rising fairly quickly, but it started to slow down as all I've been repairing are level 1 training gear. Looking at the pile of damaged equipment, you wouldn't think it could last his long. But it seems that whenever I take an item from the top of the pile, another item would magically materialize at the bottom of the pile. I swear, it never shrinks. On the bright side, in addition to the experience and the skills, I managed to find some armor discarded long ago by some trainee. I asked the instructor about it and he said I was free to keep it. | Leather Armor:Durability: 8/50Defense: 5Basic body armor made from leather. It was owned by a player and discarded when it got damaged.Equip:NoneLimits:Level 2 | | --- | It wasn't much, but it was something to start with. If repaired it'll likely last me a few levels before I'd need to get a new one. Sadly enough I couldn't wear it because I was still level 1. :( (where is the "cry" emoticon when you need it) *************************************************** When I logged on the very next day, the swordman was gone! It really shouldn't bother me, but despite him never noticing my existance, I somehow considered him a silent companion in this Hall. Admirably trying our best to make the most of the 4 mandatory weeks of confinement in town. "Greetings sir!" I approached the instructor. "Ah! Yes, hello," he said as he turned away from whatever he was doing (really, what does he do all day? He says he's too busy to repair the equipment, but I've hardly ever seen him do anything.) "Have you come to collect your payment for the repairs?" "Oh no, good sir. I still plan to (suck all your money dry!) help you with the repairs. It's just that I can't help but notice that the swordsman is missing today?" "Weed-nim?" He gave me a quizzical look, "Indeed, I sent him on an errand to discover the truth about a matter that has been bothering me." *Ahh... So that's his name.* "Which reminds me," the instructor continued, "Your 4 weeks is almost up, and it is in my understanding that you wish to take up the way of the Bow?" "Yes. Although in truth I cannot say why. But it simply feels like it is my calling to wield the Bow. I am not saying that it's the better weapon, it's just the weapon I prefer." "I know what you mean," the instructor nods sagely, "I myself am partial to the Sword, but I still see that the Bow plays an important part of warfare. If you wish, I could send a letter of recomendation to the Archer's Guild to ease your way." Normally, for one to become an archer, he would need to visit the Archer's Guild and spend at least a day training. After which, you'd have to pass an exam. This who fail will have to repeat the training regime until they pass the exam. Since time in Royal Road is accelerated 4 times, it actually only takes less than a day in real time, but it's still a pain in the ass and every little bit helps. "That would be amazing, instructor. I will be in your debt," I bowed towards him. "Oh, it is no problem. It's the least I could do for all your help." Ting! | *New Quest:The RecommendationThe instructor at the Training Hall has sent a letter of recomendation to the Archer's Guild for you.You may turn this quest in whenever you want.Quest Difficulty: FQuest Objective:Visit the Archer's Guild to change your classQuest Failure:Refuse to change your classQuest Requirement:Familarity with the InstructorMust have the "Archery" skillQuest Reward: Class Change chance | | --- | I went back to my corner to finish my four weeks. ***************************************** Author's note: Hello people. This is my first time writing a fanfic. (or writing any kind of story for that matter). As such, I lack the ability to write descriptively or express emotions well. while some writers can write paragraphs simply on the color of the sky, I would simply say: "the sky is blue." But I am still trying my best :D I released both the Prologue and chapter 1 on the same day because I felt that the prologue was too damn short :p I write this mostly in my free time and without the benefit of a spellcheck, so you'll have to excuse any errors that you might find. Please enjoy my work. And if you don't, write a comment to tell me how I could improve my work. Any kind of constructive criticism will be welcome. Thank you! Next chapter: Finally some action. And yes, I know I mentioned "inventions" in the description, but please wait a few more chapters for that.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> When he woke up it was morning. The sun was streaming in from the window onto his face. He stretched his body, pleased to note that he had grown larger. <span style="font-style: italic;">So I've reached the one year mark.</span> He rolled over, and slowly tried to stand up. He couldn't do it by himself, so he held onto the crib itself, and pulled himself up.<br><br>Once again he tried to speak, but still found himself to be unable to speak. While the sounds were more coherent, they were still not at the stage for proper speech. Drawn by his sounds, the Queen came into the room.<br><br>“Good morning sweetheart. You've grown so much bigger, haven't you?” After cooing over his growth, she put a bottle in his mouth, and began to feed him. “Once you've finished, I'll let you practise for your skills for two hours. Then I'll feed you, and we'll play together to get you some exercise.”<br><br>Wraith quickly finished drinking, and so they made their way to the library. It was a large place, with hundreds of thousands of books. She brought him into a small room at the end of the library. Inside were dozens of books scattered on the floor, with clothes piled up in one end. The left side of the room, where the clothes were, had books on tailoring. The right side had introductory books to alchemy, as well as empty glassware.<br><br>The Queen set him down, and had a seat on the chair next to the door, and pulled out a book of her own. “I'll be watching you, so you don't have to worry about anything, just feel free to do as you like.” With no further encouragement necessary, Wraith crawled over to the tailoring books and started reading, flipping the pages slowly with his stubby fingers<br><br>He started reading about the different materials that can be used, and how they can be categorized into light and medium armor. After this, he looked at the different seams and stitches, as well as the patterns to make basic types of clothing.<br><br>At the end of the two hours, he had read two books on the matter, and had pored over the design of a few of the clothing. After reading a book, and studying a piece of clothing, he received several system messages regarding his progress.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Tailoring Comprehension 5%</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>It was proving to be a long and slow process to obtain the skill. The Queen then went outside and brought in a box. “Now it's time for a break, lets get some exercise for a bit.” She took out a ball and rolled it towards him.<br><br>He just looked at it for a minute, unwilling to roll it back to her. She chuckled and said, “I know this wouldn't be your usual definition of fun, but right now you're a baby. Lifting weights is impossible, so you only have things like this in order to grow big and strong.”<br><br>With no other option available to him, he rolled it back to her. For two hours they alternated between the ball, wooden puzzles, and walking with her pulling him up. Once he was tired, they took a break, whereupon the Queen fed him again.<br><br>After a three hour nap, he started reading the tailoring texts and examined some of the leather armor. He studied for four hours this time. Perhaps because he was studying more advanced texts and clothing, his progress was much better.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Tailoring Comprehension 21%</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>After finishing his fifth book for the day, he went back to playing with the Queen. After an hour or so, they went back to his room. After being fed once again, she tucked him into bed. “We'll continue this in the morning. Good night.” She kissed him on the forehead again, and let him fall asleep.<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>When he woke up again he found himself to be even bigger than he was the day before. This time when he tried speaking, he managed to get some words out. He had to work at shaping the sounds, and he couldn't speak in long sentences, but he could establish a basic communication.<br><br>When the Queen came in, she was pleased with his growth. They spent the day doing the same things they did the day before. He managed to read several more books, and was able to watch some basic clothing being produced by the Queen. By the end of the day, he had made great strides in understanding tailoring.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Tailoring Comprehension 43%</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>On the fourth day, his physical body had developed to the point that he could make basic stitches and shoddy clothing. The toys and games he played with the Queen were also different. He was able to get some actual exercise like running and jumping around. They played some sports like soccer, and also walked around the temple and the park beside it.<br><br>With the ability to start stitching, his comprehension improved dramatically. <br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Tailoring Comprehension 65%</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>The best thing to happen to his, was that by this point he had grown sufficiently that the Queen had decided to trade his crib in for a proper bed.<br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>By day five, his fine motor skills had shown a marked improvement. At this point the clothing he had made had drastically improved in quality. The Queen had seen that at this point it was better to learn by doing than reading, so she called for a tailor to come and give him some direct teaching.<br><br>After making more advanced designs with the tailor's help, his skill had grown even further.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Tailoring Comprehension 89%</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>On the sixth day, he had learned the basics of making leather armor. With his deft hands, he could skillfully weave different fabrics together and quickly create new clothing. After just a few hours he had a full comprehension of the skill.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Tailoring Comprehension 100%<br><br>Tailoring Comprehension mastered. Tailoring skill will be given after the growth period is complete.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">It's only noon, but I've already gained one skill. Now onto alchemy.</span> The alchemy skill would be considerably more difficult to obtain than the tailoring skill, simply due to the materials necessary.<br><br>The only thing he could do was read the books. After the first book, he had a better understanding about alchemy. While there is a magical component to it, the basis of alchemy lies in creating potions and tinctures by hand. Although theoretically it was possible for anyone to use the basic recipes, it would still be very difficult due to the scientific component behind it.<br><br>He realized that he would have to obtain the herbology skill later on to complement his alchemy. He studied how to perform extractions and proper mixing techniques. After reading the introductory book, he moved on to more specialized books.<br><br>He started with the different types of reactions and potions that could be made, and then moved on to techniques for creating potions and elixirs.<br><br>After about four hours, he had gained a decent understanding of the skill.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Alchemy Comprehension 12%</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>It was advancing considerably slower than tailoring did, which was only to be expected, given the vast amount of knowledge required. After getting his daily physical exercise, he went back to studying. As he had grown so much, the Queen gave him more leeway. She still followed him around and kept an eye on him, but she gave him more space.<br><br>This didn't stop her from doting on him and mothering him. She still fed him, despite his protests that he could do it himself, and she would hug him every so often to show her affection. While these actions were terribly embarrassing, he had to admit, that she was quite knowledgeable.<br><br>While she wasn't too much help with tailoring, she was exceptionally talented in magic, and had a fair understanding of alchemy. She gave him valuable insights and provided any answers he needed. She also gave him the idea to try some simple alchemical recipes. She took him into the yard and helped him gather some of the plants that could be of use.<br><br>He brought three types of plants back with him. He boiled and collected the liquid of Ederworst to collect the active ingredient in Hp potions, dried out Amrythe to act as a magnifier for the effect, and ground up the other Stalroot to stabilize the mixture.<br><br>He had to perform it several times until he got a result he was satisfied with. He managed to make five good potions at the end of it. They would only be useful at very low levels for the very beginners. To make better potions, he would need troll blood, or another more effective plant.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Hp Potion<br><br>Restores 100 Hp on use.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>The whole process took three hours, but as a reward for his efforts, there was a large jump in comprehension.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Alchemy Comprehension 31%</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>After a short break, he continued creating potions. This time he made Mana potions, with Wolfarst since they naturally restored mana. They were slightly more effective than the Hp potions, restoring 150 points. This was probably due to the increased knowledge and experience he had gained.<br><br>At the end of the day, he gained much more knowledge than expected, and made significant gains in Alchemy Comprehension.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Alchemy Comprehension 42%</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>After the seventh day of continuing to make potions, he decided to increase the difficulty. He attempted potions that temporarily increased a stat. He started with strength, gathering oxheart for the job.<br><br>Since oxheart could be used to extract a compound that improved strength, he boiled it down, and mixed it with other liquids. Once he finished he had a marginally effective strength potion.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Strength Potion<br><br>Increases strength by 5 points for 10 minutes</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>It wasn't all that useful, given the materials he used. A master alchemist could make a potion that worked ten times better, and last six times longer. Even an ordinary one could make a much better potion.<br><br>After experimenting with different stat boosters, such as for agility and intelligence, he had gained an extraordinary amount of skill. As he didn't actually have the alchemy skill, he had to rely on his own ability.<br><br>Because of this, he would be much better off than other alchemists, who mostly just toss ingredients together and rely on the level of their skill to compensate.<br><br>After the breaks he took to get exercise, and further experimenting, he had increased his comprehension level.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Alchemy Comprehension 68%</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>By the end of the eight day, he had almost gained all the comprehension required. Instead of solely sticking to basic potions, he went back to the books to learn more efficient methods to extract the necessary components, and also read up on the theory behind transmutation and 'Hard Alchemy.'<br><br>He found the difference between 'Hard' and 'Soft' Alchemy to be the use of magic. Hard Alchemy was the legendary transformations using a magical component. It was a source of knowledge that wasn't written down in books anywhere. It was knowledge that was kept closely guarded by all alchemists, who only passed their knowledge down to one apprentice. If he wanted to learn it, Wraith would have to go to a master alchemist.<br><br>Soft Alchemy was basically simple potion-brewing. It can be done by anyone, provided they have the required materials. It was the alchemy most practiced in Versailles. In comparison to the thousands of Soft Alchemists, there were very few Hard Alchemists. Since they kept to themselves and out of the eyes of the public, no one knew exactly how many there were in existence.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Alchemy Comprehension 87%</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>On the ninth day, he had finished the Alchemy Comprehension.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Alchemy Comprehension 100%<br><br>Alchemy Comprehension mastered. Alchemy skill will be given after the growth period is complete.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>With the two skills he planned to obtain mastered, he now had a little over nine and a half days to dedicate towards improving his stats and skills.<br><br>After he had finished studying alchemy, the Queen spoke up. “Now that you gained your skills, and you grew considerably, we can focus on your mental and physical growth.”<br><br>At that, a man walked through the door. He was tall with tanned, light brown skin. His head was framed by short locks of inky-black hair, which surrounded widely-spaced, glowing green eyes. They were perched above an aquiline nose and thin lips. His musculature suggested that he was a warrior. The Queen introduced him. “This is Calder, he's the best warrior we have. I brought him here to teach you our ways of fighting.”<br><br>The man stepped forward. His manner of walking, silent and purposeful, held an leonine grace. One glance could tell Wraith how skilled he was. “I'm pleased to meet you Wraith, The Queen has told me that you have some skill of your own.” He paused at this, looking up and down at him. He quickly looked back at him and resumed speaking. “Sorry, I just haven't wrapped my head around this yet. Even though I know about the ritual, it's just hard to believe that you're really an eighteen year old boy.”<br><br>Wraith was a bit irritated by this, “well, you're not the only one that's questioning that.” It was an enormous adjustment he was forced to make. Besides accepting it mentally, he was always disoriented when he returned to his normal body in the real world. <br><br>Instead of being cross at his barbed tone of voice, Calder laughed good-naturedly. “Alright then, I'll try to treat you as an adult. Since your body is still too small for intense training, we'll work on the basic forms and stances. In a few days we can begin some light sparring, and have actual bouts after that.”<br><br>After saying that, he took Wraith into the yard to practice with. As he promised he showed Wraith some of the basics. Surprisingly they were quite similar to what he was already familiar with. The elbow and knee attacks were ones he knew quite well. The difference came in the strikes he used with his fists. Wraith asked him, “why haven't we been practicing different punches?”<br><br>Calder laughed and said, “with our style of fighting, punches aren't as effective, in-fact they may even harm us when we use them.”<br><br>This confused Wraith, since punches were considered to be one of the basic forms of attack. They were fast, powerful, and easy to use. Calder continued talking, “if you're really curious, then look at this.” Calder lifted his hand before Wraith's face and shouted out a skill. “Claws of the Beast, release.” Immediately, the tips of his fingers were transformed into large, two-inch long claws.<br><br>“As you can see, making a fist would be quite painful. It's why we tend to stick to striking with the palm or the blade of the palm. The claws are something you'll learn to use afterwards.”<br><br>Wraith was surprised at the sight of the claws, realizing that he'll have to train hard to use them properly without breaking his fingers.<br><br>After a few hours of training with Calder, he had already absorbed many techniques. After the training, he spent time with the Queen, who taught him about the history of his new-found people, as well as the abilities he will soon receive, courtesy of his new race.<br><br>She taught him magic as well. He couldn't put it into practice, since he didn't have the skill as of yet, but he did learn the theory behind it.<br><br>“Although I did say we can wield magic, you need to know the limitations of that ability. My class gives me the ability to cast several spells, but they are somewhat limited. What we can do is manipulate the elements. This gives us a wider range of abilities, but that versatility makes us sacrifice power instead.”<br><br>“I may be able to cast fire against the enemy, but an elven or human mage can just as easily cast a fireball with twice the power of mine. Since you'll go down the path of the warrior, much of this won't apply to you, but you will have the ability to enhance your normal attacks.”<br><br>For the next eight days, his life followed the same routine. He would wake up, study for a bit with the Queen, have increasingly longer and more strenuous training with Calder, and then study some more with the Queen. Besides eating and sleeping, he had no time at all to spare.<br><br>As he grew bigger, he was able to have full matches with Calder. Since Calder was so much stronger and faster than him, he could easily kill him with one well-placed strike. For this reason, Calder mainly just defended against Wraith's attacks. Instead of a fight determined by speed and power, it was one of technique, meant to make his strikes cleaner and more precise.<br><br>On the eighteenth day, he woke up and went to go study with the Queen. This time, she taught him a ritual instead.<br><br>“Now, since it's your last day, you'll be choosing your class. Unlike other races, our class is chosen a bit differently. We call it the divine revelation. When we come of age, we meditate for hours, until we speak to Loki, our father. From his wisdom, we receive a suitable class.”<br><br>Calder came in at this moment. “Don't worry, I have no doubt you'll become a warrior like me, you've got the aptitude for it.”<br><br>The Queen continued, “like he said, it's based on your desires, though there is an element of personal choice involved as well. However, my suggestion is to go with what's suggested.”<br><br>“Since you have to do the ritual, we won't be training today. Tomorrow we can start a more formal sort of training. Just ask Fenella where to go.”<br><br>“Fenella?” Wraith asked confusedly.<br><br>Calder laughed, “that's the name of your mother. Since you can't call her highness or your majesty anymore, you should get used to it.”<br><br>Wraith blushed, embarrassed at not knowing this.<br><br>“Calder, he won't be calling me Fenella,” she said scowling at him. “What kind of son calls his mother by her first name? No, you can call me mother instead.”<br><br>“Can we please hold off on deciding that till after the ritual?” Wraith asked weakly.<br><br>The Queen acquiesced to this, and started teaching him what to do and say. Calder had left at this point, promising to teach him properly tomorrow. Although it took several hours, he had grasped the essentials of the ritual. Since the ritual needed to be done at night he practiced the ritual, over and over again.<br><br>When the time came for the actual ritual, the Queen, or Fenella, brought him a robe and a knife. “Well, that's all I can give you, the rest is up to you. Good luck son, make me proud.”<br><br>After a quick hug, he went alone into the main temple. He stood before the altar, like he did eighteen days ago. He knelt before the same circle that was once filled with his own blood, now clean and pristine. Inside the circle, he drew the symbols he had memorized earlier.<br><br>He may not have known what the symbols meant exactly, but he managed to write them out as he was taught. For this particular ritual, he had to cut his finger and write the symbols out in his own blood. Fortunately that was the only injury he had to inflict on himself, incomparable to being stabbed in the chest.<br><br>He sat in the middle of the circle, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes. Then he chanted,<br><br>“Almighty father, your loving child stands before you<br>Awaiting to be graced with your wisdom<br>Eager to be shown the path I must tread<br>I ask that you bestow upon me your power”<br><br>After he finished chanting, he closed his eyes and breathed deeply, waiting for the ritual to show its effects. Just then, he saw a faint light through his closed eyelids. When he opened them, he saw that the entire room had darkened, the only source of light was a swirling mass of orbs, that came together and formed a figure. He soon saw that it was in the shape of a man.<br><br>He was chained up, with the chains running across his body, shackling his arms and legs. The only part of him that didn't form properly was his face, still a hazy mass of light covering his features.<br><br>A voice boomed around him, “So, you are the one that called me.” Though the voice was deep and powerful, it didn't induce any fear in Wraith.<br><br>“Um,” Wraith stopped because he didn't know how to address him.<br><br>As though he sensed this, the god told him, “call me Loki. After all it is my name.” Though he was chained up, he still had a sense of humor.<br><br>“Loki, I have called for you so that you may guide me along the proper path.”<br><br>For a while Loki didn't say anything, but Wraith got the distinct impression that he was observing him, analyzing his traits and judging his abilities.<br><br>“You are a special one among my people, due to the circumstances of your birth. Inside you lies something long since forgotten. A predator's instinct. You come from a race that has culled itself of this innate knowledge. Unlike others of your kind, you are a hunter, and a killer. You are no mere warrior, in you lies the potential for so much more. But first I must ask you, what do you seek out strength for? Glory or survival?”<br><br>“I want to become strong enough to sweep away my enemies and crush them where they stand. At that point, them knowing or not knowing my name becomes irrelevant.”<br><br>Loki chuckled, “good answer. The path you take will be one that sets you apart from those you called your people. Even though everyone will turn on you with fear and hate, will you still choose such a path?”<br><br>Wraith paused a minute before answering. “If that's the price I must pay, then so be it.”<br><br>“There are several classes I can give you that you would be suitable for you. They are ones that can give safety and stability, that can guarantee a certain level of strength. Or, should you be more bold, there is one other class you can choose. It can make you stronger than any other, but only if you unlock its many secrets. You may end up as the strongest being to roam this world, or you may remain with only a fraction of your potential strength as part of the crowd. In the end, it all depends on you.”<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Should I take the sure thing like a warrior's class or take the gamble? Since everything up to this point has been a gamble, might as well continue.</span> “I'll take a chance and gamble on myself.”<br><br>“Very well. You will be the first one to receive this class in over a thousand years. Since you are currently the only one with this class, there will be no aid or guidance for you. Will you still choose it, not knowing what it may entail?”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Hidden Class!</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">If you accept it, you can use exclusive skills related to the nature of the class. Do you want to convert now?</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Yes, that's my decision.”<br><br>Right then he was surrounded by light, although he couldn't feel any changes to his body. Loki then spoke to him one last time. “By the next rising of the sun, the changes will have taken place. It is my fondest desire to see what will follow in your wake. The road may be hard and unforgiving, but no matter what you must keep walking. To help you with that, I will give you an additional gift.” Once again his avatar was surrounded by light. “Do well my son.”<br><br>With his final words still lingering in the air, his body broke apart and the darkness was lifted. He made his way to his room and collapsed on the bed, exhausted by the ritual. “Stat window,” he called out.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto">[tr][td100]Stats and skills being tabulated, changes will occur in 9:13:03.<table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Status Window</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Name</td><td width="25%">Wraith</td><td width="25%">Alignment</td><td width="25%">Neutral</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Level</td><td width="25%">0</td><td width="25%">Class</td><td width="25%">-</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Title</td><td width="25%">None</td><td width="25%">Reputation</td><td width="25%">0</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health</td><td width="25%">50</td><td width="25%">Mana</td><td width="25%">30</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Strength</td><td width="25%">0.25</td><td width="25%">Agility</td><td width="25%">0.25</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Stamina</td><td colspan="3">1</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Wisdom</td><td width="25%">1</td><td width="25%">Intellect</td><td width="25%">1</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Luck</td><td width="25%">0</td><td width="25%">Leadership</td><td width="25%">0</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Attack</td><td width="25%">0</td><td width="25%">Defence</td><td width="25%">0</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Magic Resistance</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Fire</td><td width="25%">0%</td><td width="25%">Water</td><td width="25%">0%</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Earth</td><td width="25%">0%</td><td width="25%">Black Magic</td><td width="25%">0%</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>As Loki said , he couldn't see the changes just yet, but tomorrow he'll see what his decision and the past eighteen days brought him. He dozed off with those expectations in mind, eager to find out what lay in store for him.<br><br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=108&amp;t=793" target="_blank">Next Chapter</a></div> </div>

When he woke up it was morning. The sun was streaming in from the window onto his face. He stretched his body, pleased to note that he had grown larger. So I've reached the one year mark. He rolled over, and slowly tried to stand up. He couldn't do it by himself, so he held onto the crib itself, and pulled himself up. Once again he tried to speak, but still found himself to be unable to speak. While the sounds were more coherent, they were still not at the stage for proper speech. Drawn by his sounds, the Queen came into the room. “Good morning sweetheart. You've grown so much bigger, haven't you?” After cooing over his growth, she put a bottle in his mouth, and began to feed him. “Once you've finished, I'll let you practise for your skills for two hours. Then I'll feed you, and we'll play together to get you some exercise.” Wraith quickly finished drinking, and so they made their way to the library. It was a large place, with hundreds of thousands of books. She brought him into a small room at the end of the library. Inside were dozens of books scattered on the floor, with clothes piled up in one end. The left side of the room, where the clothes were, had books on tailoring. The right side had introductory books to alchemy, as well as empty glassware. The Queen set him down, and had a seat on the chair next to the door, and pulled out a book of her own. “I'll be watching you, so you don't have to worry about anything, just feel free to do as you like.” With no further encouragement necessary, Wraith crawled over to the tailoring books and started reading, flipping the pages slowly with his stubby fingers He started reading about the different materials that can be used, and how they can be categorized into light and medium armor. After this, he looked at the different seams and stitches, as well as the patterns to make basic types of clothing. At the end of the two hours, he had read two books on the matter, and had pored over the design of a few of the clothing. After reading a book, and studying a piece of clothing, he received several system messages regarding his progress. | Tailoring Comprehension 5% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | It was proving to be a long and slow process to obtain the skill. The Queen then went outside and brought in a box. “Now it's time for a break, lets get some exercise for a bit.” She took out a ball and rolled it towards him. He just looked at it for a minute, unwilling to roll it back to her. She chuckled and said, “I know this wouldn't be your usual definition of fun, but right now you're a baby. Lifting weights is impossible, so you only have things like this in order to grow big and strong.” With no other option available to him, he rolled it back to her. For two hours they alternated between the ball, wooden puzzles, and walking with her pulling him up. Once he was tired, they took a break, whereupon the Queen fed him again. After a three hour nap, he started reading the tailoring texts and examined some of the leather armor. He studied for four hours this time. Perhaps because he was studying more advanced texts and clothing, his progress was much better. | Tailoring Comprehension 21% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | After finishing his fifth book for the day, he went back to playing with the Queen. After an hour or so, they went back to his room. After being fed once again, she tucked him into bed. “We'll continue this in the morning. Good night.” She kissed him on the forehead again, and let him fall asleep. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When he woke up again he found himself to be even bigger than he was the day before. This time when he tried speaking, he managed to get some words out. He had to work at shaping the sounds, and he couldn't speak in long sentences, but he could establish a basic communication. When the Queen came in, she was pleased with his growth. They spent the day doing the same things they did the day before. He managed to read several more books, and was able to watch some basic clothing being produced by the Queen. By the end of the day, he had made great strides in understanding tailoring. | Tailoring Comprehension 43% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- On the fourth day, his physical body had developed to the point that he could make basic stitches and shoddy clothing. The toys and games he played with the Queen were also different. He was able to get some actual exercise like running and jumping around. They played some sports like soccer, and also walked around the temple and the park beside it. With the ability to start stitching, his comprehension improved dramatically. | Tailoring Comprehension 65% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | The best thing to happen to his, was that by this point he had grown sufficiently that the Queen had decided to trade his crib in for a proper bed. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- By day five, his fine motor skills had shown a marked improvement. At this point the clothing he had made had drastically improved in quality. The Queen had seen that at this point it was better to learn by doing than reading, so she called for a tailor to come and give him some direct teaching. After making more advanced designs with the tailor's help, his skill had grown even further. | Tailoring Comprehension 89% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- On the sixth day, he had learned the basics of making leather armor. With his deft hands, he could skillfully weave different fabrics together and quickly create new clothing. After just a few hours he had a full comprehension of the skill. | Tailoring Comprehension 100%Tailoring Comprehension mastered. Tailoring skill will be given after the growth period is complete. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | It's only noon, but I've already gained one skill. Now onto alchemy. The alchemy skill would be considerably more difficult to obtain than the tailoring skill, simply due to the materials necessary. The only thing he could do was read the books. After the first book, he had a better understanding about alchemy. While there is a magical component to it, the basis of alchemy lies in creating potions and tinctures by hand. Although theoretically it was possible for anyone to use the basic recipes, it would still be very difficult due to the scientific component behind it. He realized that he would have to obtain the herbology skill later on to complement his alchemy. He studied how to perform extractions and proper mixing techniques. After reading the introductory book, he moved on to more specialized books. He started with the different types of reactions and potions that could be made, and then moved on to techniques for creating potions and elixirs. After about four hours, he had gained a decent understanding of the skill. | Alchemy Comprehension 12% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | It was advancing considerably slower than tailoring did, which was only to be expected, given the vast amount of knowledge required. After getting his daily physical exercise, he went back to studying. As he had grown so much, the Queen gave him more leeway. She still followed him around and kept an eye on him, but she gave him more space. This didn't stop her from doting on him and mothering him. She still fed him, despite his protests that he could do it himself, and she would hug him every so often to show her affection. While these actions were terribly embarrassing, he had to admit, that she was quite knowledgeable. While she wasn't too much help with tailoring, she was exceptionally talented in magic, and had a fair understanding of alchemy. She gave him valuable insights and provided any answers he needed. She also gave him the idea to try some simple alchemical recipes. She took him into the yard and helped him gather some of the plants that could be of use. He brought three types of plants back with him. He boiled and collected the liquid of Ederworst to collect the active ingredient in Hp potions, dried out Amrythe to act as a magnifier for the effect, and ground up the other Stalroot to stabilize the mixture. He had to perform it several times until he got a result he was satisfied with. He managed to make five good potions at the end of it. They would only be useful at very low levels for the very beginners. To make better potions, he would need troll blood, or another more effective plant. | Hp PotionRestores 100 Hp on use. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | The whole process took three hours, but as a reward for his efforts, there was a large jump in comprehension. | Alchemy Comprehension 31% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | After a short break, he continued creating potions. This time he made Mana potions, with Wolfarst since they naturally restored mana. They were slightly more effective than the Hp potions, restoring 150 points. This was probably due to the increased knowledge and experience he had gained. At the end of the day, he gained much more knowledge than expected, and made significant gains in Alchemy Comprehension. | Alchemy Comprehension 42% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ After the seventh day of continuing to make potions, he decided to increase the difficulty. He attempted potions that temporarily increased a stat. He started with strength, gathering oxheart for the job. Since oxheart could be used to extract a compound that improved strength, he boiled it down, and mixed it with other liquids. Once he finished he had a marginally effective strength potion. | Strength PotionIncreases strength by 5 points for 10 minutes | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | It wasn't all that useful, given the materials he used. A master alchemist could make a potion that worked ten times better, and last six times longer. Even an ordinary one could make a much better potion. After experimenting with different stat boosters, such as for agility and intelligence, he had gained an extraordinary amount of skill. As he didn't actually have the alchemy skill, he had to rely on his own ability. Because of this, he would be much better off than other alchemists, who mostly just toss ingredients together and rely on the level of their skill to compensate. After the breaks he took to get exercise, and further experimenting, he had increased his comprehension level. | Alchemy Comprehension 68% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- By the end of the eight day, he had almost gained all the comprehension required. Instead of solely sticking to basic potions, he went back to the books to learn more efficient methods to extract the necessary components, and also read up on the theory behind transmutation and 'Hard Alchemy.' He found the difference between 'Hard' and 'Soft' Alchemy to be the use of magic. Hard Alchemy was the legendary transformations using a magical component. It was a source of knowledge that wasn't written down in books anywhere. It was knowledge that was kept closely guarded by all alchemists, who only passed their knowledge down to one apprentice. If he wanted to learn it, Wraith would have to go to a master alchemist. Soft Alchemy was basically simple potion-brewing. It can be done by anyone, provided they have the required materials. It was the alchemy most practiced in Versailles. In comparison to the thousands of Soft Alchemists, there were very few Hard Alchemists. Since they kept to themselves and out of the eyes of the public, no one knew exactly how many there were in existence. | Alchemy Comprehension 87% | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- On the ninth day, he had finished the Alchemy Comprehension. | Alchemy Comprehension 100%Alchemy Comprehension mastered. Alchemy skill will be given after the growth period is complete. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | With the two skills he planned to obtain mastered, he now had a little over nine and a half days to dedicate towards improving his stats and skills. After he had finished studying alchemy, the Queen spoke up. “Now that you gained your skills, and you grew considerably, we can focus on your mental and physical growth.” At that, a man walked through the door. He was tall with tanned, light brown skin. His head was framed by short locks of inky-black hair, which surrounded widely-spaced, glowing green eyes. They were perched above an aquiline nose and thin lips. His musculature suggested that he was a warrior. The Queen introduced him. “This is Calder, he's the best warrior we have. I brought him here to teach you our ways of fighting.” The man stepped forward. His manner of walking, silent and purposeful, held an leonine grace. One glance could tell Wraith how skilled he was. “I'm pleased to meet you Wraith, The Queen has told me that you have some skill of your own.” He paused at this, looking up and down at him. He quickly looked back at him and resumed speaking. “Sorry, I just haven't wrapped my head around this yet. Even though I know about the ritual, it's just hard to believe that you're really an eighteen year old boy.” Wraith was a bit irritated by this, “well, you're not the only one that's questioning that.” It was an enormous adjustment he was forced to make. Besides accepting it mentally, he was always disoriented when he returned to his normal body in the real world. Instead of being cross at his barbed tone of voice, Calder laughed good-naturedly. “Alright then, I'll try to treat you as an adult. Since your body is still too small for intense training, we'll work on the basic forms and stances. In a few days we can begin some light sparring, and have actual bouts after that.” After saying that, he took Wraith into the yard to practice with. As he promised he showed Wraith some of the basics. Surprisingly they were quite similar to what he was already familiar with. The elbow and knee attacks were ones he knew quite well. The difference came in the strikes he used with his fists. Wraith asked him, “why haven't we been practicing different punches?” Calder laughed and said, “with our style of fighting, punches aren't as effective, in-fact they may even harm us when we use them.” This confused Wraith, since punches were considered to be one of the basic forms of attack. They were fast, powerful, and easy to use. Calder continued talking, “if you're really curious, then look at this.” Calder lifted his hand before Wraith's face and shouted out a skill. “Claws of the Beast, release.” Immediately, the tips of his fingers were transformed into large, two-inch long claws. “As you can see, making a fist would be quite painful. It's why we tend to stick to striking with the palm or the blade of the palm. The claws are something you'll learn to use afterwards.” Wraith was surprised at the sight of the claws, realizing that he'll have to train hard to use them properly without breaking his fingers. After a few hours of training with Calder, he had already absorbed many techniques. After the training, he spent time with the Queen, who taught him about the history of his new-found people, as well as the abilities he will soon receive, courtesy of his new race. She taught him magic as well. He couldn't put it into practice, since he didn't have the skill as of yet, but he did learn the theory behind it. “Although I did say we can wield magic, you need to know the limitations of that ability. My class gives me the ability to cast several spells, but they are somewhat limited. What we can do is manipulate the elements. This gives us a wider range of abilities, but that versatility makes us sacrifice power instead.” “I may be able to cast fire against the enemy, but an elven or human mage can just as easily cast a fireball with twice the power of mine. Since you'll go down the path of the warrior, much of this won't apply to you, but you will have the ability to enhance your normal attacks.” For the next eight days, his life followed the same routine. He would wake up, study for a bit with the Queen, have increasingly longer and more strenuous training with Calder, and then study some more with the Queen. Besides eating and sleeping, he had no time at all to spare. As he grew bigger, he was able to have full matches with Calder. Since Calder was so much stronger and faster than him, he could easily kill him with one well-placed strike. For this reason, Calder mainly just defended against Wraith's attacks. Instead of a fight determined by speed and power, it was one of technique, meant to make his strikes cleaner and more precise. On the eighteenth day, he woke up and went to go study with the Queen. This time, she taught him a ritual instead. “Now, since it's your last day, you'll be choosing your class. Unlike other races, our class is chosen a bit differently. We call it the divine revelation. When we come of age, we meditate for hours, until we speak to Loki, our father. From his wisdom, we receive a suitable class.” Calder came in at this moment. “Don't worry, I have no doubt you'll become a warrior like me, you've got the aptitude for it.” The Queen continued, “like he said, it's based on your desires, though there is an element of personal choice involved as well. However, my suggestion is to go with what's suggested.” “Since you have to do the ritual, we won't be training today. Tomorrow we can start a more formal sort of training. Just ask Fenella where to go.” “Fenella?” Wraith asked confusedly. Calder laughed, “that's the name of your mother. Since you can't call her highness or your majesty anymore, you should get used to it.” Wraith blushed, embarrassed at not knowing this. “Calder, he won't be calling me Fenella,” she said scowling at him. “What kind of son calls his mother by her first name? No, you can call me mother instead.” “Can we please hold off on deciding that till after the ritual?” Wraith asked weakly. The Queen acquiesced to this, and started teaching him what to do and say. Calder had left at this point, promising to teach him properly tomorrow. Although it took several hours, he had grasped the essentials of the ritual. Since the ritual needed to be done at night he practiced the ritual, over and over again. When the time came for the actual ritual, the Queen, or Fenella, brought him a robe and a knife. “Well, that's all I can give you, the rest is up to you. Good luck son, make me proud.” After a quick hug, he went alone into the main temple. He stood before the altar, like he did eighteen days ago. He knelt before the same circle that was once filled with his own blood, now clean and pristine. Inside the circle, he drew the symbols he had memorized earlier. He may not have known what the symbols meant exactly, but he managed to write them out as he was taught. For this particular ritual, he had to cut his finger and write the symbols out in his own blood. Fortunately that was the only injury he had to inflict on himself, incomparable to being stabbed in the chest. He sat in the middle of the circle, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes. Then he chanted, “Almighty father, your loving child stands before you Awaiting to be graced with your wisdom Eager to be shown the path I must tread I ask that you bestow upon me your power” After he finished chanting, he closed his eyes and breathed deeply, waiting for the ritual to show its effects. Just then, he saw a faint light through his closed eyelids. When he opened them, he saw that the entire room had darkened, the only source of light was a swirling mass of orbs, that came together and formed a figure. He soon saw that it was in the shape of a man. He was chained up, with the chains running across his body, shackling his arms and legs. The only part of him that didn't form properly was his face, still a hazy mass of light covering his features. A voice boomed around him, “So, you are the one that called me.” Though the voice was deep and powerful, it didn't induce any fear in Wraith. “Um,” Wraith stopped because he didn't know how to address him. As though he sensed this, the god told him, “call me Loki. After all it is my name.” Though he was chained up, he still had a sense of humor. “Loki, I have called for you so that you may guide me along the proper path.” For a while Loki didn't say anything, but Wraith got the distinct impression that he was observing him, analyzing his traits and judging his abilities. “You are a special one among my people, due to the circumstances of your birth. Inside you lies something long since forgotten. A predator's instinct. You come from a race that has culled itself of this innate knowledge. Unlike others of your kind, you are a hunter, and a killer. You are no mere warrior, in you lies the potential for so much more. But first I must ask you, what do you seek out strength for? Glory or survival?” “I want to become strong enough to sweep away my enemies and crush them where they stand. At that point, them knowing or not knowing my name becomes irrelevant.” Loki chuckled, “good answer. The path you take will be one that sets you apart from those you called your people. Even though everyone will turn on you with fear and hate, will you still choose such a path?” Wraith paused a minute before answering. “If that's the price I must pay, then so be it.” “There are several classes I can give you that you would be suitable for you. They are ones that can give safety and stability, that can guarantee a certain level of strength. Or, should you be more bold, there is one other class you can choose. It can make you stronger than any other, but only if you unlock its many secrets. You may end up as the strongest being to roam this world, or you may remain with only a fraction of your potential strength as part of the crowd. In the end, it all depends on you.” Should I take the sure thing like a warrior's class or take the gamble? Since everything up to this point has been a gamble, might as well continue. “I'll take a chance and gamble on myself.” “Very well. You will be the first one to receive this class in over a thousand years. Since you are currently the only one with this class, there will be no aid or guidance for you. Will you still choose it, not knowing what it may entail?” | Hidden Class! | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | If you accept it, you can use exclusive skills related to the nature of the class. Do you want to convert now? | | | | “Yes, that's my decision.” Right then he was surrounded by light, although he couldn't feel any changes to his body. Loki then spoke to him one last time. “By the next rising of the sun, the changes will have taken place. It is my fondest desire to see what will follow in your wake. The road may be hard and unforgiving, but no matter what you must keep walking. To help you with that, I will give you an additional gift.” Once again his avatar was surrounded by light. “Do well my son.” With his final words still lingering in the air, his body broke apart and the darkness was lifted. He made his way to his room and collapsed on the bed, exhausted by the ritual. “Stat window,” he called out. [tr][td100]Stats and skills being tabulated, changes will occur in 9:13:03. | Status Window | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Name | Wraith | Alignment | Neutral | | Level | 0 | Class | - | | Title | None | Reputation | 0 | | Health | 50 | Mana | 30 | | Strength | 0.25 | Agility | 0.25 | | Stamina | 1 | | | | Wisdom | 1 | Intellect | 1 | | Luck | 0 | Leadership | 0 | | Attack | 0 | Defence | 0 | | Magic Resistance | | | | | Fire | 0% | Water | 0% | | Earth | 0% | Black Magic | 0% | As Loki said , he couldn't see the changes just yet, but tomorrow he'll see what his decision and the past eighteen days brought him. He dozed off with those expectations in mind, eager to find out what lay in store for him. [Next Chapter](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=108&t=793)

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Necromancer<br>A Royal Road Fan Fiction<br>By: Halosty<br>Chapter 10<br><br>The first things Quietus heard was the sound of Jack’s voice scolding him for being slow. In this case, he had been <span style="font-style: italic;">dead</span> for approximately a week inside of the game, instead of the usual four days.<br><br>“I had things to do,” explained Quietus.<br><br>“Hah! Things to do, so you delayed coming back to life? Death is such a casual thing for you lot.”<br><br>“Well, it <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> only temporary. It’s not that big of a deal.”<br><br>“I wish I could say the same for myself. Tell me though, do you really accept it that easily? You have no fear of death?”<br><br>“No, none at all. Why do you ask?”<br><br>“Well, there are rumors among my... friends... of a secret power that can only be obtained by those who do not fear death. Of course, it may be just a rumor... but if you are interested in investigating it, it could be worth your time.”<br><br>*Ting*<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Explore the ancient ruins<br><br>Rumors exist of a secret power available only to those who do not fear death. Explore a nearby dungeon and unlock the secrets held within.<br><br>Difficulty level: D<br><br>Quest requirements<br><br>Leaving the dungeon before the quest is fulfilled will result in failure.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“A secret power? That sounds excellent.” <span style="font-style: italic;">I didn’t know this game had secrets, it’s probably just a standard quest,</span> thought Quietus, exposing his ignorance once more... but privately this time.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You accepted the quest.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Very well then, the rumors say that the secret is located in Seeker’s Den. I’ll mark the location on a map for you.”<br><br>Quietus had heard of Seeker’s Den. While he had been in the marketplace <del>stalking</del> casually observing Marcus Phinx, he had overheard some other people talking about it. The summary was that it was a deathtrap, literally. Fortunately only low level monsters were there, but they had terrible loot and there were traps everywhere in the dungeon. It had been thoroughly explored for secret doors and treasure rooms, and it had been unilaterally determined that the dungeon was useless. He would be going there to search for a secret, with no skills that were any good for that. This was a rather unfortunate quest... however, if he succeeded, he was bound to get something good. Maybe all he had to do was go look around and determine there was no secret...<br><br>“Thanks for watching over me while I was out, Jack. I’ll be back with a super special secret!” Quietus smiled at Jack, although he felt none of the confidence he displayed.<br><br>“Ha! Well, with that attitude, you may have a chance. Good luck.”<br><br>Thus, Quietus went out on his first quest that did not involve the city. He hunted quite a few rabbits for practice on the way, and picked up a few levels. The dungeon was relatively easy to find, since it was near a road and not intentionally hidden.<br><br>Quietus entered Seeker’s Den, and was immediately struck by an arrow, from a trap. He resigned himself to death.<br><br>Death was coming rather slowly this time it seemed.<br><br>Fortunately for Quietus, however, this trap wasn’t actually enough to kill him with the couple levels he had under his belt. He was relieved to find he could survive the traps. He spent some time resting to recover his health, then moved on to the next room.<br><br>In the next chamber, he found his first enemy. A skeleton. Very low level, armed with nothing but its own bones, it could still be a threat to Quietus, who had no armor. The skeleton let out a strange scream, and attacked.<br><br>Fortunately for Quietus, he now had at least some indication of how to avoid being attacked. It wasn’t perfect, but he managed to avoid enough of the damage to survive until he could hit the skeleton at some weaker points of its skeletal structure. Eventually, it collapsed, leaving behind some rags. <span style="font-style: italic;">I can definitely do this,</span> thought Quietus, feeling new confidence from his success.<br><br>Thus, when he entered the next hallway, he was surprised. Specifically because the next trap hit a lot harder than the previous one. <span style="font-style: italic;">Ah, this is that sensation I was expecting.</span><br><br>Quietus died.<br><br>--------------------------<br><br>When he came out of his capsule, Mortimer was slightly worried. The quest had said he would fail if he left the dungeon. Did he fail it because he died? He probably had. There went his chance at the special power.<br><br>Mortimer went to train with master Valarao, who seemed to make himself available whenever Mortimer was. Then again, Valarao didn’t seem have anything else to do here, so perhaps he felt it was easiest to be flexible with his schedule.<br><br>During the sparring, Mortimer tried to see where his master’s bones were positioned. He figured if he hadn’t failed the quest, he could at least learn how to fight skeletons. It was a very difficult process, since there was quite a bit of skin and flesh and muscle in the way. Mortimer did get a better feel for where master Valarao’s limbs were placed, or at least so he felt.<br><br>Mortimer wasn’t quite so sore the next day, so he didn’t skip out on his usual routine at school, <span style="font-style: italic;">observing</span> stalking Solara. He was apparently tired enough to mix his words up, though.<br><br>--------------------------<br><br>Upon waking in Royal Road, Quietus was surprised to find himself exactly where he had died. He should have been returned to the temple, or in his case, the morgue. He remembered some more conversation from the marketplace about the spawn being bugged. He had assumed it would have been fixed by now, especially with the penchant for quality from the makers of Royal Road. Well, at least in this case he was lucky, because he didn’t fail the quest.<br><br>Quietus was much more careful in exploring the dungeon after his incident with the more powerful trap. Since he had died near the trap trigger, he was able to find a reference for what other traps might look like. This helped him avoid, or at least lessen, quite a bit of pain from other traps.<br>Quietus made his way towards what he felt was the center of the dungeon, because he figured that would be the best place to start. With his slower pacing of the dungeon, his stealth skill was much more effective. Now he could sneak up on the skeletons and get in a critical hit before the combat started, which made it much easier. They weren’t worth much experience though, and they kept dropping slips of cloth instead of anything resembling real loot.<br><br>Then, Quietus found what was obviously the main room. It was larger than the others, and it sported a slightly larger skeleton, with glowing eyes. The skeleton also appeared to be wielding an ornate dagger. It had a very impractical wavy blade, but Quietus liked it. Enough, in fact, that he forgot to watch his feet.<br><br>Fortunately, the arrow from the trap missed him. Unfortunately, the pressure plate made a click, along with the arrow against the wall. What really screwed up his stealthiness, however, was his surprised profanity as an arrow just missed his head.<br><br>Suddenly, the large skelton’s evil eyes were fixed on Quietus. Then, it spoke. “You will be sacrificed on my altar, and I shall consume your life!” Then, it made some very obvious moves to attack Quietus.<br><br>The only thing that saves Quietus from a quick death was the fact that it wielded a knife. Sure, it was “real”, unlike the ones master Valarao used, but getting hit by the “fake” ones still hurt. The skeleton was also a bit slower than the other ones. Even this would not have been enough to save Quietus as he frantically dodged around, dealing rather trivial damage since he was failing to hit the skeleton’s weak points. It was not enough for it to be slow and wielding a dagger, but what gave him the slightest edge was that it was not actually very good with using the dagger. It was probably used to sacrificing people in it’s former probably-an-evil-cultist life.<br><br>Quietus ducked and spun and performed various slashes and stabs... some of which went through empty air where vital organs were supposed to be. Somehow, though, he got inside the skeleton’s reach, and dealt a final blow to it’s spine, just below it’s skull. It fell apart, just like the others, and the light went out of it’s eyes.<br><br>*Ding*<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have gained a level!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Quietus was a solid level 5 now, and had only managed to hold his own against the skeletons because they were rather pathetic. Except for that dagger, anyway.<br><br>Quietus quickly looked for it, since he wanted it. However, all he found were two copper coins. Two coppers from something like a boss. Very weak, to be sure, but there should be something more. He looked around the room, even searching around and behind the sacrificial altar, but there wasn’t anything else to be found. <span style="font-style: italic;">Well, I guess I can’t expect secrets to just pop out easily.</span><br><br>He moved on to explore the rest of the dungeon. Unfortunately, he got careless after a long period with no traps, and thus wasn’t ready for the next big one he stumbled across.<br><br>He spent the next several days in and out of death and exploring the dungeon. He explored every nook and cranny of Seeker’s Den. During this, he noticed that the traps didn’t trigger when he was heading away from the central chamber. He occasionally returned to the central chamber, but he had no desire to fight the boss. It had only dropped two copper, and now it actually looked stronger than before. Instead of just glowing eyes, it appeared as if it’s whole skull were on fire. He wasn’t sure that the first time wasn’t a fluke, anyway.<br><br>At this point, he was ready to give up and leave, even if it meant failing the quest he was beginning to think was impossible. He was making rather good progress on stealth, although his deaths set him back some in that regard. Thus, when someone else, who obviously hadn’t heard that the dungeon was horrible, made entered and even made it to the boss room, Quietus watched him die. He came back the next day to watch the poor warrior come back to life and realize he had to extricate himself from this horrible dungeon manually. Out was easier than in, however.<br><br>Quietus followed the warrior to the entrance. Just a few more steps, and he would fail the quest. Still, he couldn’t complete it, so what was the point. All he’d gotten from that crazy skeleton cultist was two copper pieces, and he had been refused the shiny sacrificial dagger. The only other loot besides rags he’d received was another pair of coppers, from another skeleton in a small side chamber. A real skeleton, not one of the animated ones. It had been lying on a much smaller altar than the one in the main chamber. Quietus had determined that the poor soul had died from a very sharp blade, right to the heart, piercing even the bone. It was strange that the bones had stayed there.<br><br>Quietus looked at the outside, where he wouldn’t be haunted by traps and skeletons, and turned around, back into the dungeon, with a new determination. He wouldn’t give up this easily. There was one last thing to try.<br><br>It was not too long before he had made his way back to the central chamber. He did not draw his dagger, and walked confidently up to the altar. Out of his pocket he pulled two copper pieces. He lay on his back on the altar, a cold stone slab, much like what he had seen in the morgue, but much more grim with it’s promise of death being dealt instead of just the acknowledgement of previous death. The skeleton watched him with it’s glowing eyes and burning skull. It approached him. “You will be sacrificed on my altar, and I shall consume your life!”<br><br>Quietus put the copper coins over his eyes, and he heard the the dagger raised through the air, then come down and pierce his chest. He braced himself for the familiar feel of death.<br><br>End Chapter 10<br><br>Previous Chapter: &lt;!-- l --&gt;&lt;a class="postlink-local" href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=47&amp;t=320&amp;p=1176#p1176"&gt;viewtopic.php?f=47&amp;t=320&amp;p=1176#p1176&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- l --&gt;<br>Next Chapter: &lt;!-- l --&gt;&lt;a class="postlink-local" href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=47&amp;t=363"&gt;viewtopic.php?f=47&amp;t=363&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- l --&gt; </div>

Necromancer A Royal Road Fan Fiction By: Halosty Chapter 10 The first things Quietus heard was the sound of Jack’s voice scolding him for being slow. In this case, he had been dead for approximately a week inside of the game, instead of the usual four days. “I had things to do,” explained Quietus. “Hah! Things to do, so you delayed coming back to life? Death is such a casual thing for you lot.” “Well, it is only temporary. It’s not that big of a deal.” “I wish I could say the same for myself. Tell me though, do you really accept it that easily? You have no fear of death?” “No, none at all. Why do you ask?” “Well, there are rumors among my... friends... of a secret power that can only be obtained by those who do not fear death. Of course, it may be just a rumor... but if you are interested in investigating it, it could be worth your time.” *Ting* | Explore the ancient ruinsRumors exist of a secret power available only to those who do not fear death. Explore a nearby dungeon and unlock the secrets held within.Difficulty level: DQuest requirementsLeaving the dungeon before the quest is fulfilled will result in failure. | | --- | “A secret power? That sounds excellent.” I didn’t know this game had secrets, it’s probably just a standard quest, thought Quietus, exposing his ignorance once more... but privately this time. | You accepted the quest. | | --- | “Very well then, the rumors say that the secret is located in Seeker’s Den. I’ll mark the location on a map for you.” Quietus had heard of Seeker’s Den. While he had been in the marketplace ~~stalking~~ casually observing Marcus Phinx, he had overheard some other people talking about it. The summary was that it was a deathtrap, literally. Fortunately only low level monsters were there, but they had terrible loot and there were traps everywhere in the dungeon. It had been thoroughly explored for secret doors and treasure rooms, and it had been unilaterally determined that the dungeon was useless. He would be going there to search for a secret, with no skills that were any good for that. This was a rather unfortunate quest... however, if he succeeded, he was bound to get something good. Maybe all he had to do was go look around and determine there was no secret... “Thanks for watching over me while I was out, Jack. I’ll be back with a super special secret!” Quietus smiled at Jack, although he felt none of the confidence he displayed. “Ha! Well, with that attitude, you may have a chance. Good luck.” Thus, Quietus went out on his first quest that did not involve the city. He hunted quite a few rabbits for practice on the way, and picked up a few levels. The dungeon was relatively easy to find, since it was near a road and not intentionally hidden. Quietus entered Seeker’s Den, and was immediately struck by an arrow, from a trap. He resigned himself to death. Death was coming rather slowly this time it seemed. Fortunately for Quietus, however, this trap wasn’t actually enough to kill him with the couple levels he had under his belt. He was relieved to find he could survive the traps. He spent some time resting to recover his health, then moved on to the next room. In the next chamber, he found his first enemy. A skeleton. Very low level, armed with nothing but its own bones, it could still be a threat to Quietus, who had no armor. The skeleton let out a strange scream, and attacked. Fortunately for Quietus, he now had at least some indication of how to avoid being attacked. It wasn’t perfect, but he managed to avoid enough of the damage to survive until he could hit the skeleton at some weaker points of its skeletal structure. Eventually, it collapsed, leaving behind some rags. I can definitely do this, thought Quietus, feeling new confidence from his success. Thus, when he entered the next hallway, he was surprised. Specifically because the next trap hit a lot harder than the previous one. Ah, this is that sensation I was expecting. Quietus died. -------------------------- When he came out of his capsule, Mortimer was slightly worried. The quest had said he would fail if he left the dungeon. Did he fail it because he died? He probably had. There went his chance at the special power. Mortimer went to train with master Valarao, who seemed to make himself available whenever Mortimer was. Then again, Valarao didn’t seem have anything else to do here, so perhaps he felt it was easiest to be flexible with his schedule. During the sparring, Mortimer tried to see where his master’s bones were positioned. He figured if he hadn’t failed the quest, he could at least learn how to fight skeletons. It was a very difficult process, since there was quite a bit of skin and flesh and muscle in the way. Mortimer did get a better feel for where master Valarao’s limbs were placed, or at least so he felt. Mortimer wasn’t quite so sore the next day, so he didn’t skip out on his usual routine at school, observing stalking Solara. He was apparently tired enough to mix his words up, though. -------------------------- Upon waking in Royal Road, Quietus was surprised to find himself exactly where he had died. He should have been returned to the temple, or in his case, the morgue. He remembered some more conversation from the marketplace about the spawn being bugged. He had assumed it would have been fixed by now, especially with the penchant for quality from the makers of Royal Road. Well, at least in this case he was lucky, because he didn’t fail the quest. Quietus was much more careful in exploring the dungeon after his incident with the more powerful trap. Since he had died near the trap trigger, he was able to find a reference for what other traps might look like. This helped him avoid, or at least lessen, quite a bit of pain from other traps. Quietus made his way towards what he felt was the center of the dungeon, because he figured that would be the best place to start. With his slower pacing of the dungeon, his stealth skill was much more effective. Now he could sneak up on the skeletons and get in a critical hit before the combat started, which made it much easier. They weren’t worth much experience though, and they kept dropping slips of cloth instead of anything resembling real loot. Then, Quietus found what was obviously the main room. It was larger than the others, and it sported a slightly larger skeleton, with glowing eyes. The skeleton also appeared to be wielding an ornate dagger. It had a very impractical wavy blade, but Quietus liked it. Enough, in fact, that he forgot to watch his feet. Fortunately, the arrow from the trap missed him. Unfortunately, the pressure plate made a click, along with the arrow against the wall. What really screwed up his stealthiness, however, was his surprised profanity as an arrow just missed his head. Suddenly, the large skelton’s evil eyes were fixed on Quietus. Then, it spoke. “You will be sacrificed on my altar, and I shall consume your life!” Then, it made some very obvious moves to attack Quietus. The only thing that saves Quietus from a quick death was the fact that it wielded a knife. Sure, it was “real”, unlike the ones master Valarao used, but getting hit by the “fake” ones still hurt. The skeleton was also a bit slower than the other ones. Even this would not have been enough to save Quietus as he frantically dodged around, dealing rather trivial damage since he was failing to hit the skeleton’s weak points. It was not enough for it to be slow and wielding a dagger, but what gave him the slightest edge was that it was not actually very good with using the dagger. It was probably used to sacrificing people in it’s former probably-an-evil-cultist life. Quietus ducked and spun and performed various slashes and stabs... some of which went through empty air where vital organs were supposed to be. Somehow, though, he got inside the skeleton’s reach, and dealt a final blow to it’s spine, just below it’s skull. It fell apart, just like the others, and the light went out of it’s eyes. *Ding* | You have gained a level! | | --- | Quietus was a solid level 5 now, and had only managed to hold his own against the skeletons because they were rather pathetic. Except for that dagger, anyway. Quietus quickly looked for it, since he wanted it. However, all he found were two copper coins. Two coppers from something like a boss. Very weak, to be sure, but there should be something more. He looked around the room, even searching around and behind the sacrificial altar, but there wasn’t anything else to be found. Well, I guess I can’t expect secrets to just pop out easily. He moved on to explore the rest of the dungeon. Unfortunately, he got careless after a long period with no traps, and thus wasn’t ready for the next big one he stumbled across. He spent the next several days in and out of death and exploring the dungeon. He explored every nook and cranny of Seeker’s Den. During this, he noticed that the traps didn’t trigger when he was heading away from the central chamber. He occasionally returned to the central chamber, but he had no desire to fight the boss. It had only dropped two copper, and now it actually looked stronger than before. Instead of just glowing eyes, it appeared as if it’s whole skull were on fire. He wasn’t sure that the first time wasn’t a fluke, anyway. At this point, he was ready to give up and leave, even if it meant failing the quest he was beginning to think was impossible. He was making rather good progress on stealth, although his deaths set him back some in that regard. Thus, when someone else, who obviously hadn’t heard that the dungeon was horrible, made entered and even made it to the boss room, Quietus watched him die. He came back the next day to watch the poor warrior come back to life and realize he had to extricate himself from this horrible dungeon manually. Out was easier than in, however. Quietus followed the warrior to the entrance. Just a few more steps, and he would fail the quest. Still, he couldn’t complete it, so what was the point. All he’d gotten from that crazy skeleton cultist was two copper pieces, and he had been refused the shiny sacrificial dagger. The only other loot besides rags he’d received was another pair of coppers, from another skeleton in a small side chamber. A real skeleton, not one of the animated ones. It had been lying on a much smaller altar than the one in the main chamber. Quietus had determined that the poor soul had died from a very sharp blade, right to the heart, piercing even the bone. It was strange that the bones had stayed there. Quietus looked at the outside, where he wouldn’t be haunted by traps and skeletons, and turned around, back into the dungeon, with a new determination. He wouldn’t give up this easily. There was one last thing to try. It was not too long before he had made his way back to the central chamber. He did not draw his dagger, and walked confidently up to the altar. Out of his pocket he pulled two copper pieces. He lay on his back on the altar, a cold stone slab, much like what he had seen in the morgue, but much more grim with it’s promise of death being dealt instead of just the acknowledgement of previous death. The skeleton watched him with it’s glowing eyes and burning skull. It approached him. “You will be sacrificed on my altar, and I shall consume your life!” Quietus put the copper coins over his eyes, and he heard the the dagger raised through the air, then come down and pierce his chest. 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<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> “So where can I find this Ayrsted guy?” Although Wraith had already accepted the quest, he was starting to regret it when he thought about how little he did know about this mysterious fighter. Since this quest didn't say what the rewards were, all he had to go on was hope. Since it was a beginner's training quest, the rewards normally wouldn't be that high, but given the requirements to obtain the quest, It would be fair to assume that it would lead to a hidden class.<br><br>The instructor then took out a piece of paper covered with strange symbols and diagrams, with a small circle in the centre. “This is a written spell that will take you where you need to go. It works by tracing the location of a person through the energy the left behind on an object. In this case just put the ring on the circle and shout 'teleport'. It's a one-time use, so getting back is up to you.”<br><br>“But I thought I wasn't allowed to leave the kingdom for another two weeks.”<br><br>“Normally that's true, but since this is part of training that doesn't apply to you. Ah, I almost forgot, wait here for a minute.” The instructor left the room to look for something. When he came back he had a pack in his hands. “I took the liberty of making some food for your journey. I also included several rolls of bandages a few silvers.”<br><br>Wraith took the pack and looked up gratefully at the instructor, touched by his generosity. “Thank you so much for what you've done and given me. I won't forget your kindness.”<br><br>The instructor rubbed his neck abashedly, embarrassed at the praise. “Well, if you want to thank me, just prove me right and grow stronger.”<br><br>Wraith smiled, put on the instructor's pack and shouted “teleport!”<br><br>After being enveloped in an opaque blue light he disappeared from the training hall.<br><br>The instructor stared mournfully at the place Wraith had been, saddened that his skills weren't enough to teach him himself. “I hope you become someone great.”<br><br> ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>Wraith found himself in the middle of a forest. The trees were enormous, almost one hundred metres high and fifteen metres wide. Looking around he saw a lake a couple hundred feet from where he was standing, and only fifty metres away he saw a small log house. When he listened closely he heard a thunking sound, which seemed to be coming from behind the house.<br><br>He followed the small dirt path around to the back of the house. In front of him he saw an old man with wrinkles lining his face, his hair was long and white that fell below his shoulders, and was held back by a cord of leather. His beard and moustache were also long and reached his chest. Shirtless, he was swinging an axe and splitting wood. Although he was so old, Wraith judged him to be in his sixties, he had a youthful body, with a slim muscular frame and old scars covering his body.<br><br>To Wraith, this old man was the embodiment of a reclusive hermit that has perfected and honed his skills. This was Ayrsted of the Empty Fist. Especially given his age, His fighting spirit was immense, sharp and heavy like a broadsword.<br><br>Wraith walked closer to him and Ayrsted put down his axe. “Welcome young one, what brings you all the way out here?”<br><br>“Master, I have come here to learn from you,” and with that he handed over the ring and the letter to Ayrsted.<br><br>After reading the letter, Ayrsted looked up with surprise evident in his eyes. “I didn't expect anyone to come to learn from me. I'm surprised he even managed to find me.”<br><br>“So will you teach me?”<br><br>“Alright, let's see what you can do. First I want you to cut down that tree over there,” he said while pointing to a solitary tree about one kilometre away.<br><br>Though he thought there would be actual combat taught like the instructor said, he held his tongue and instead took the axe from Ayrsted. <span style="font-style: italic;">Maybe after doing this my strikes will have the chopping power of an axe</span>, he thought to himself.<br><br>Unlike the other trees in the forest, the tree he had to chop down was considerably smaller, though it was still the bigger he ever saw. Sighing at the monumental task ahead of him, he took his stance. He planted feet into the ground shoulder-width apart, lifted the axe above his shoulder and swung. The axe cut cleanly through the air and buried itself deep within the bark of the tree. By any standard it was a good swing, however the resulting cut was barely a scratch when looking at the scale of the tree.<br><br>For the next six hours he kept swinging single-mindedly at the tree. After all that work he finally cut through about a quarter of the way through. Exhausted, he took a sip of water and ate some jerky the instructor packed for him. After the short break he picked up the axe once again and got ready to swing.<br><br>This time on the first swing, a system message popped up.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Stamina increased by 1 point. (+1 STA)</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Endurance increased by 1 point. (+1 END)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>He was pleasantly surprised that his stats could rise even when chopping down a tree.<span style="font-style: italic;"> So it's not just through battle, stats can rise no matter the activity, as long as the task uses it.</span> Bolstered by this piece of news he worked even harder. He kept swinging until sundown, bringing the total time he worked to fourteen solid hours. Finally he had cut deep enough for the tree to lean over, groaning and splintering where it was still attached to the base. He then went around to the other side of the tree and pushed on it. Eventually the tree gave way and came crashing down onto the ground. Incidentally It was accompanied by a rise in strength and endurance.<br><br>Weary from cutting down the tree he trudged along to the log cabin to see Ayrsted. “I've done it, I chopped it down.”<br><br>“Nicely done, that ends part one of your training. For now get some rest, we'll start the next part in the morning. You can sleep here, I've set up a place for you.” Though he did say that, for a second Wraith got the impression that Ayrsted was actually dismayed by his progress. He quickly put such thoughts out of his mind, attributing them to his mental and physical exhaustion.<br><br>He then logged off to have a quick meal, then logged back in so that he could sleep in-game. After he went to the den, he flopped onto the blankets and promptly fell asleep.<br>Six hours later he woke up just as the sun was rising. It was slightly less sleep than he was used to, but it was still above the bare minimum he needed to function properly. This was also the time when Ayrsted was getting up. “Oh, so you're still here,” Ayrsted remarked with a friendly expression on his face, suggesting that he thought Wraith wouldn't have been able to handle it.<br><br>When Wraith looked at his face, although he was smiling, there was the distinct impression that the smile was being forced. This time he didn't completely dismiss the apprehensions he had about Ayrsted. If Ayrsted did want him gone, the most likely explanation was that he just didn't want to impart his skills. As such Wraith resolved to work even harder to prove himself.<br><br>“The next task I have for you is to drag the fallen log over here, and then cut it into even smaller pieces. There's a saw in the back that you can use. Shape each piece into a rectangular block twenty feet long and six inches wide. ”<br><br>It was another physical task where he would gain a few stats but that's all. Wraith personally felt that this was wasting time, but he held it in at the prospect of learning Ayrsted's true power. He took a long piece of rope and tied it around the tree. He pushed against the ground, straining to drag the log. After a slow start the log started to move faster, picking speed and momentum. In real life attempting this would have given Wraith a hernia, regardless of his young age. Thankfully Royal Road lets you transcend the limits of the frail human body.<br><br>After three hours he had finally managed to drag the log near the house. He also gained one stat in stamina, strength and endurance. When he went and picked up the saw, he saw that it was small, thin and completely unsuitable for the task at hand. What was supposed to be a long and tedious process was made ten times worse. The only thing he could do was to take it slowly and deliberately.<br><br>It took an entire week in-game, the only breaks being the times he ate both in and out of the game, and when he went to sleep. It was exhausting work, and beyond the physical exhaustion, the mind-numbing repetitive actions were what drained his mental strength. The only thing he had to show for it was an increase of seven points of strength, eight points of stamina, and six points of endurance.<br><br>With the job finally done, he went to Ayrsted, hoping against all hope that he might teach him something, anything useful. “I've finally finished cutting the log into pieces, now will you please teach my some skills and techniques? I mean I'm tired of these pointless tasks.” He didn't mean to say that last part, but once he got started, he couldn't stop himself. “At the very least let me test myself against you.”<br><br>Ayrsted quickly dismissed that idea, “it's not yet time for you to try your strength against someone of my calibre. It could be dangerous.”<br><br>“I know you're worried, but I have complete faith that you won't harm me. I know that you're concerned since I used up almost all my stamina and am only at level one, but I wanted to fight you at least once. I beg of you master, please reconsider.”<br><br>Ayrsted looked at the boy. <span style="font-style: italic;">He truly does seem exhausted, and if he truly is at level one, it should be okay</span>. “Very well boy, take your stance.”<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Finally</span>, Wraith thought to himself. <span style="font-style: italic;">Maybe I'll learn something from him after all.</span><br><br>The two faced off against each other, both taking their stance to balance themselves and to launch themselves into combat. For the first time Wraith felt the full force of Ayrsted's fighting spirit weakening his own. He saw Ayrsted move forward with his arms brought up but held loosely. He saw his arms start to tense up and his body twist slightly to the right. When his body twisted back to the left, his right arm which was drawn back shot forwards towards his face.<br><br>Though he was worried about the force behind the blow, he managed to dodge easily, a little too easily in his opinion. While Ayrsted's body was still moving forwards, Wraith brought his left fist down and into his stomach. After hitting him, he drew back immediately to get ready to defend himself against the onslaught that was to come. After all, such a weak punch should have done nothing more than to antagonize him.<br><br>He was waiting for Ayrsted's to unleash his fury and pound him to the ground, but Ayrsted just stood there. <span style="font-style: italic;">Is he trying to restrain himself, or is he going through all the non-lethal ways he can beat me through his head?</span> Confused, Wraith ran all the possible reasons through his head. He was prepared for every scenario. What he wasn't prepared for was Ayrsted to come crashing to the ground while clutching his stomach crying out “It hurts, oh god, it hurts!”<br><br>Wraith waited for Ayrsted to stop moaning, then slowly walked over to him. “Master, do you have something to tell me?”<br><br>“...” Ayrsted realized just what had happened and what he had shown Wraith. He coughed and said, “congratulations, the student has bested the master.”<br><br>“I don't think that's what happened mast-Ayrsted,” he said softly, his quiet tone hiding a rising anger. “Perhaps you should tell the truth, they say it's quite liberating to do so.”<br><br>“Well, you know how they say I'm so strong that it's terrifying?”<br><br>“Yes...”<br><br>“That's a bit of an exaggeration.”<br><br>“And how big is 'a bit'?”<br><br>“...A complete lie?”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Fighting Spirit stat converted to Killing Intent<br><br>Similar to Fighting Spirit, except it is a more raw and primal desire to kill the enemy, versus simply beating them. You are prohibited from distributing stat bonus points to this stat, and it rises spontaneously, depending on the avatar’s action, especially if you fight monsters for whom you hold a great hostility towards.<br><br>Additional effects added<br>Critical hits deal slightly more damage, slight increase in base attack damage</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=108&amp;t=729" target="_blank">Next Chapter</a></div> </div>

“So where can I find this Ayrsted guy?” Although Wraith had already accepted the quest, he was starting to regret it when he thought about how little he did know about this mysterious fighter. Since this quest didn't say what the rewards were, all he had to go on was hope. Since it was a beginner's training quest, the rewards normally wouldn't be that high, but given the requirements to obtain the quest, It would be fair to assume that it would lead to a hidden class. The instructor then took out a piece of paper covered with strange symbols and diagrams, with a small circle in the centre. “This is a written spell that will take you where you need to go. It works by tracing the location of a person through the energy the left behind on an object. In this case just put the ring on the circle and shout 'teleport'. It's a one-time use, so getting back is up to you.” “But I thought I wasn't allowed to leave the kingdom for another two weeks.” “Normally that's true, but since this is part of training that doesn't apply to you. Ah, I almost forgot, wait here for a minute.” The instructor left the room to look for something. When he came back he had a pack in his hands. “I took the liberty of making some food for your journey. I also included several rolls of bandages a few silvers.” Wraith took the pack and looked up gratefully at the instructor, touched by his generosity. “Thank you so much for what you've done and given me. I won't forget your kindness.” The instructor rubbed his neck abashedly, embarrassed at the praise. “Well, if you want to thank me, just prove me right and grow stronger.” Wraith smiled, put on the instructor's pack and shouted “teleport!” After being enveloped in an opaque blue light he disappeared from the training hall. The instructor stared mournfully at the place Wraith had been, saddened that his skills weren't enough to teach him himself. “I hope you become someone great.” --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wraith found himself in the middle of a forest. The trees were enormous, almost one hundred metres high and fifteen metres wide. Looking around he saw a lake a couple hundred feet from where he was standing, and only fifty metres away he saw a small log house. When he listened closely he heard a thunking sound, which seemed to be coming from behind the house. He followed the small dirt path around to the back of the house. In front of him he saw an old man with wrinkles lining his face, his hair was long and white that fell below his shoulders, and was held back by a cord of leather. His beard and moustache were also long and reached his chest. Shirtless, he was swinging an axe and splitting wood. Although he was so old, Wraith judged him to be in his sixties, he had a youthful body, with a slim muscular frame and old scars covering his body. To Wraith, this old man was the embodiment of a reclusive hermit that has perfected and honed his skills. This was Ayrsted of the Empty Fist. Especially given his age, His fighting spirit was immense, sharp and heavy like a broadsword. Wraith walked closer to him and Ayrsted put down his axe. “Welcome young one, what brings you all the way out here?” “Master, I have come here to learn from you,” and with that he handed over the ring and the letter to Ayrsted. After reading the letter, Ayrsted looked up with surprise evident in his eyes. “I didn't expect anyone to come to learn from me. I'm surprised he even managed to find me.” “So will you teach me?” “Alright, let's see what you can do. First I want you to cut down that tree over there,” he said while pointing to a solitary tree about one kilometre away. Though he thought there would be actual combat taught like the instructor said, he held his tongue and instead took the axe from Ayrsted. Maybe after doing this my strikes will have the chopping power of an axe, he thought to himself. Unlike the other trees in the forest, the tree he had to chop down was considerably smaller, though it was still the bigger he ever saw. Sighing at the monumental task ahead of him, he took his stance. He planted feet into the ground shoulder-width apart, lifted the axe above his shoulder and swung. The axe cut cleanly through the air and buried itself deep within the bark of the tree. By any standard it was a good swing, however the resulting cut was barely a scratch when looking at the scale of the tree. For the next six hours he kept swinging single-mindedly at the tree. After all that work he finally cut through about a quarter of the way through. Exhausted, he took a sip of water and ate some jerky the instructor packed for him. After the short break he picked up the axe once again and got ready to swing. This time on the first swing, a system message popped up. | Stamina increased by 1 point. (+1 STA) | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Endurance increased by 1 point. (+1 END) | | | | He was pleasantly surprised that his stats could rise even when chopping down a tree. So it's not just through battle, stats can rise no matter the activity, as long as the task uses it. Bolstered by this piece of news he worked even harder. He kept swinging until sundown, bringing the total time he worked to fourteen solid hours. Finally he had cut deep enough for the tree to lean over, groaning and splintering where it was still attached to the base. He then went around to the other side of the tree and pushed on it. Eventually the tree gave way and came crashing down onto the ground. Incidentally It was accompanied by a rise in strength and endurance. Weary from cutting down the tree he trudged along to the log cabin to see Ayrsted. “I've done it, I chopped it down.” “Nicely done, that ends part one of your training. For now get some rest, we'll start the next part in the morning. You can sleep here, I've set up a place for you.” Though he did say that, for a second Wraith got the impression that Ayrsted was actually dismayed by his progress. He quickly put such thoughts out of his mind, attributing them to his mental and physical exhaustion. He then logged off to have a quick meal, then logged back in so that he could sleep in-game. After he went to the den, he flopped onto the blankets and promptly fell asleep. Six hours later he woke up just as the sun was rising. It was slightly less sleep than he was used to, but it was still above the bare minimum he needed to function properly. This was also the time when Ayrsted was getting up. “Oh, so you're still here,” Ayrsted remarked with a friendly expression on his face, suggesting that he thought Wraith wouldn't have been able to handle it. When Wraith looked at his face, although he was smiling, there was the distinct impression that the smile was being forced. This time he didn't completely dismiss the apprehensions he had about Ayrsted. If Ayrsted did want him gone, the most likely explanation was that he just didn't want to impart his skills. As such Wraith resolved to work even harder to prove himself. “The next task I have for you is to drag the fallen log over here, and then cut it into even smaller pieces. There's a saw in the back that you can use. Shape each piece into a rectangular block twenty feet long and six inches wide. ” It was another physical task where he would gain a few stats but that's all. Wraith personally felt that this was wasting time, but he held it in at the prospect of learning Ayrsted's true power. He took a long piece of rope and tied it around the tree. He pushed against the ground, straining to drag the log. After a slow start the log started to move faster, picking speed and momentum. In real life attempting this would have given Wraith a hernia, regardless of his young age. Thankfully Royal Road lets you transcend the limits of the frail human body. After three hours he had finally managed to drag the log near the house. He also gained one stat in stamina, strength and endurance. When he went and picked up the saw, he saw that it was small, thin and completely unsuitable for the task at hand. What was supposed to be a long and tedious process was made ten times worse. The only thing he could do was to take it slowly and deliberately. It took an entire week in-game, the only breaks being the times he ate both in and out of the game, and when he went to sleep. It was exhausting work, and beyond the physical exhaustion, the mind-numbing repetitive actions were what drained his mental strength. The only thing he had to show for it was an increase of seven points of strength, eight points of stamina, and six points of endurance. With the job finally done, he went to Ayrsted, hoping against all hope that he might teach him something, anything useful. “I've finally finished cutting the log into pieces, now will you please teach my some skills and techniques? I mean I'm tired of these pointless tasks.” He didn't mean to say that last part, but once he got started, he couldn't stop himself. “At the very least let me test myself against you.” Ayrsted quickly dismissed that idea, “it's not yet time for you to try your strength against someone of my calibre. It could be dangerous.” “I know you're worried, but I have complete faith that you won't harm me. I know that you're concerned since I used up almost all my stamina and am only at level one, but I wanted to fight you at least once. I beg of you master, please reconsider.” Ayrsted looked at the boy. He truly does seem exhausted, and if he truly is at level one, it should be okay. “Very well boy, take your stance.” Finally, Wraith thought to himself. Maybe I'll learn something from him after all. The two faced off against each other, both taking their stance to balance themselves and to launch themselves into combat. For the first time Wraith felt the full force of Ayrsted's fighting spirit weakening his own. He saw Ayrsted move forward with his arms brought up but held loosely. He saw his arms start to tense up and his body twist slightly to the right. When his body twisted back to the left, his right arm which was drawn back shot forwards towards his face. Though he was worried about the force behind the blow, he managed to dodge easily, a little too easily in his opinion. While Ayrsted's body was still moving forwards, Wraith brought his left fist down and into his stomach. After hitting him, he drew back immediately to get ready to defend himself against the onslaught that was to come. After all, such a weak punch should have done nothing more than to antagonize him. He was waiting for Ayrsted's to unleash his fury and pound him to the ground, but Ayrsted just stood there. Is he trying to restrain himself, or is he going through all the non-lethal ways he can beat me through his head? Confused, Wraith ran all the possible reasons through his head. He was prepared for every scenario. What he wasn't prepared for was Ayrsted to come crashing to the ground while clutching his stomach crying out “It hurts, oh god, it hurts!” Wraith waited for Ayrsted to stop moaning, then slowly walked over to him. “Master, do you have something to tell me?” “...” Ayrsted realized just what had happened and what he had shown Wraith. He coughed and said, “congratulations, the student has bested the master.” “I don't think that's what happened mast-Ayrsted,” he said softly, his quiet tone hiding a rising anger. “Perhaps you should tell the truth, they say it's quite liberating to do so.” “Well, you know how they say I'm so strong that it's terrifying?” “Yes...” “That's a bit of an exaggeration.” “And how big is 'a bit'?” “...A complete lie?” | Fighting Spirit stat converted to Killing IntentSimilar to Fighting Spirit, except it is a more raw and primal desire to kill the enemy, versus simply beating them. You are prohibited from distributing stat bonus points to this stat, and it rises spontaneously, depending on the avatar’s action, especially if you fight monsters for whom you hold a great hostility towards.Additional effects addedCritical hits deal slightly more damage, slight increase in base attack damage | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | [Next Chapter](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=108&t=729)

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> The scan on your iris and vein has determined that you are an unregistered user. Do you want to create a new account?<br><br>A feminine voice asked seemingly from right next to him. But Alexander floated in the middle of nowhere, just like in the training room of Kami in Dragon Ball, an infinite white world.<br><br>“Yes, please”<br><br>-- Select the name of your avatar –<br><br>“Someone”<br><br>He had always used that name in every single game he played, since he thought it funny when System message popped up saying:<br><br>“Someone has accepted the quest. Someone cleared the dungeon. Someone leveled up”<br><br>--Select your gender from male, female or neutral –<br><br>“Male, I consider myself normal thank you very much!!”<br><br>He was freaked out by the option to choose ones gender. Probably many perverts would choose the opposite gender and feel themselves up or even worse. Ewww.<br><br>~Hmm, Jonathan probably would choose to be a girl. I really should reconsider him being my friend ~ (Authors note: ~ indicates an inner monologue~, “when something is said out loud”)<br><br>--Royal Road has forty-nine races. You may select your race from the primary-twenty nine—<br><br>“Human”<br><br>Alexander didn’t have to think much about it, since Unicorn had provided detailed information regarding the different available races. They had posted about the different strengths and weaknesses of each one. And after much comparing between the different races in regards to what he wanted to achieve in this game and which skills and stats he wanted to level and increase he was left with the human race and elven race, but since he had a slight interest in sword fighting and no interest in magic, he was left with only the human race to choose from.<br><br>--You may alter your appearance in any two ways you like—<br><br>~Hmm that is interesting. They never mentioned something like this on their webpage.~<br><br>“Change eye-color to red. Change skin-color to raven-black during the night. Is that possible?”<br><br>--Please wait a moment. I am contacting the administrators. ……………. Thank you for waiting. The administrators have allowed your wish to be fulfilled, since you are one of the first 100 players to register.—<br><br>“Thank you. That is really great.”<br><br>--Your account has been activated. Your stats and class shall be determined while you are playing Royal Road. Now please select a city and kingdom you want to start at—<br><br>“The Citadel of Serabourg, Rosenheim Kingdom”<br><br>--Welcome to Royal Road. May your have a grand adventure on your journey to become the Emperor—<br><br>“Nah that doesn’t sound too appealing. I don’t like being the center of attention.”<br><br>Suddenly a bright flash blinded me. And the next thing I notice is that I am standing on a town square. Hundreds of people were bustling about. All of them probably being NPC’s since only a few hundred players have preordered capsules and over a hundred major cities and thousands of towns exist in Royal Road. <br><br>And Alexander had chosen this particular starting place since it was not in the center of the continent and most players will probably start in one of the center kingdoms, due to their bigger size and their geographical position on the continent. Exploring would be made easier by starting out in the middle.<br><br>He was amazed at how real everything felt. He felt ecstatic.<br><br>~This is so awesome~<br><br>Every sense he had told him that everything was real. It seemed unbelievable that something this life-like could be created. Jumping up and down and doing a number of shadow punches showed that his avatar has the same physical attributes as his real body. This seemed necessary or else players would be unaccustomed to their new bodies and would probably stagger around, but what would happen if one were to drastically change ones weight or height?<br><br>Pondering about different scenarios of which some brought a smile on his face he had started walking in a random direction. Mostly due to the reason that not a single map had been published by Unicorn. The reason was quite simple. They wanted players to have a general knowledge of the game before they started it, thus gave information about the main classes and a few other things, but they didn’t want the player to know everything. The player was supposed to figure such things out by himself.<br><br>Alexander had been walking quite some time now and hasn’t come across a single blacksmith or tailor. He could have asked someone but generally speaking Alexander was very nervous when speaking to a different person, even if they might have been a NPC. <br><br>After three hours of unsuccessful searching he found himself back where he had started out.<br><br>~DAMN IT~<br><br>After calming down he watched the crowd carefully, looking for a friendly face. He spotted many beautiful women around the square. In fact it seemed as if the programmers didn’t intend for there to be any ugly female NPC’s. The men on the other hand looked rough and tough in comparison to the suit-wearing men he was used to in real life.<br><br>Seeing an elderly couple he walked up to them.<br><br>“Hello there sir and madam. Can I ask you a few things?”<br><br>“What is it that you wish to know, dear?”<br><br>The woman asked my kindly. I felt more at ease now, because of their friendly manner.<br><br>“I am new to this continent and I am searching for a tailor and a blacksmith to help me along my way. And what can I do here in the citadel of Serabourg to get stronger, so that I can go adventuring in the future?”<br><br>This time the man answered a bit gruffer than his wife.<br><br>“If you follow that road you should reach both the nearest blacksmith and tailor in about an hour.<br>And for getting stronger you have to train day after day at a training ground. You can go to different training grounds according to your wishes. The training center is located two hours on foot in the direction of the palace that you can see from anywhere in the citadel. They shooting range is located a few minutes away from it and the mage tower is the big white tower you can see there in that direction. You will have to train hard to survive even the smallest dangers outside the city walls, young lad.”<br>“Thank you very much for that information and have a good day.”<br><br>I told them smiling brightly since now I knew where I needed to go and even got some information in regards to how to get stronger. When Unicorn mentioned how hard work would grant skills and stats he thought it meant leveling by grinding. But now it seemed as if simple training would provide stats and thus maybe by repeating tasks he could learn skills without having to be taught them by an instructor.<br><br>Whistling merrily on his jog to the tailor and blacksmith he thought of how easy this game seemed to start out with. <br><br>He reached the tailor first but could already see the blacksmith down the road. The sight of dozens of people sewing on clothes greeted him when he walked inside. A stern-looking woman approached him after a moment of standing around, not quite knowing what to do.<br><br>“Hello and welcome to ‘Tasha’s clothing’. How can I help you?”<br><br>“Hello, Tasha? I was actually hoping to learn the skill of tailoring here.”<br><br>“For that please proceed to the second floor. There you can find Miss Ingrid, the instructor. Have a pleasant day and please come back soon to buy yourself some fashionable clothing or even an adventurers outfit.”<br><br>Bidding farewell he went up to the second floor, easily spotting Miss Ingrid since she seemed to command everyone around her to work harder and faster. Approaching her wearily Alexander asked:<br><br>“Miss Ingrid ..”<br><br>She cut him off and asked if he wanted to learn to sew to eventually be able to sew beautiful pieces of clothing, which people would want to wear.”<br><br>“Yes, I do”<br><br>“And can you manage to sew on a button?” She asked squinting.<br><br>~It shouldn’t be that hard. I have seen many people sewing. Admittedly the first time was just moments ago.~<br><br>“Yes I believe I can sew on a button”<br><br> She handed him a piece of a shirt, a few buttons, a needle and a thread. Alexander took the needle and thread and a button respectively in one hand and started sewing on the buttons. Since he had no previous experience and didn’t really know what to do he tried to use the thread in a way to hold the button. The pronunciation lies on ‘tried to’. After pricking himself a number of times with the needle and the buttons either hanging down on the threads or falling off. Miss Ingrid took the shirt out of his hands, probably to show him how it is done, but instead said:<br><br>“Go away now and only come back after being able to at least sew on some buttons.”<br><br>Since I didn’t have any money in game to buy the necessary items to learn how to sew on buttons, I would have to invest some time in real life to learn how to do it.<br>Feeling depressed that it was much harder than it seemed I walked into the blacksmith hoping that I would at least be able to learn how to repair.<br><br>The blacksmith seemed to accommodate much less people than the tailor. Not even half the smithies were occupied, and Alexander realized that they were left open for the players, which would mean that Unicorn expected much more players to be interested in blacksmithing than tailoring, probably due to the fact that more players will choose a melee profession like a knight or a warrior, thus needing to constantly repair their equipment. And the ones that didn’t choose a melee profession would rather buy their clothing ones, since they won’t have to maintain it’s durability as often.<br><br>The blacksmithing teacher turned out to be a wiry tall mustached man with an intimidating aura around him.<br><br>“What is the purpose of your visit?”<br><br>“I want to learn how to repair weapons and armor.”<br><br>“Oh! Really? So you wish to become a blacksmith and train to become a master blacksmith?” <br><br>the teacher asked Alexander happily. But Alexander just raised his arms in defense.<br><br>“No, sir I regretfully do not wish to become a blacksmith. I only wish to learn the craft, because of its various uses on my adventure.”<br><br>“Usually, one would have to show ones ability to fix broken equipment to learn the craft of blacksmithing. But since you are here willing to learn, how about helping me out? In a month’s time we are expecting many travellers like yourself to come to our city, but since they are still inexperienced they will need much basic equipment.”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Blacksmith’s temporary Apprentice</span><br><br>Due to the high amount of travellers coming to the city, <br>the blacksmith has his hands full with work. <br>He needs the helping hand of an apprentice for the duration of a week.<br><br><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Difficulty Level</span>: E <br><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Quest requirements</span>: Willing to learn blacksmithing, high equipment demand, but low workforce.<br><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Quest Rewards</span>: learn the crafting skill ‘blacksmithing’ (the skill ‘repair’ is included and will not be counted as an additional skill).</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>“I will help you to the best of my abilities.”<br><br>“If you are able to complete 1000 swords by the end of the week, you will receive one additional reward.”<br><br>~1000 swords seem to be an awful lot. I don’t know if I will be able to complete that many in a week. I just hope blacksmithing isn’t as hard as tailoring.~ </div>

The scan on your iris and vein has determined that you are an unregistered user. Do you want to create a new account? A feminine voice asked seemingly from right next to him. But Alexander floated in the middle of nowhere, just like in the training room of Kami in Dragon Ball, an infinite white world. “Yes, please” -- Select the name of your avatar – “Someone” He had always used that name in every single game he played, since he thought it funny when System message popped up saying: “Someone has accepted the quest. Someone cleared the dungeon. Someone leveled up” --Select your gender from male, female or neutral – “Male, I consider myself normal thank you very much!!” He was freaked out by the option to choose ones gender. Probably many perverts would choose the opposite gender and feel themselves up or even worse. Ewww. ~Hmm, Jonathan probably would choose to be a girl. I really should reconsider him being my friend ~ (Authors note: ~ indicates an inner monologue~, “when something is said out loud”) --Royal Road has forty-nine races. You may select your race from the primary-twenty nine— “Human” Alexander didn’t have to think much about it, since Unicorn had provided detailed information regarding the different available races. They had posted about the different strengths and weaknesses of each one. And after much comparing between the different races in regards to what he wanted to achieve in this game and which skills and stats he wanted to level and increase he was left with the human race and elven race, but since he had a slight interest in sword fighting and no interest in magic, he was left with only the human race to choose from. --You may alter your appearance in any two ways you like— ~Hmm that is interesting. They never mentioned something like this on their webpage.~ “Change eye-color to red. Change skin-color to raven-black during the night. Is that possible?” --Please wait a moment. I am contacting the administrators. ……………. Thank you for waiting. The administrators have allowed your wish to be fulfilled, since you are one of the first 100 players to register.— “Thank you. That is really great.” --Your account has been activated. Your stats and class shall be determined while you are playing Royal Road. Now please select a city and kingdom you want to start at— “The Citadel of Serabourg, Rosenheim Kingdom” --Welcome to Royal Road. May your have a grand adventure on your journey to become the Emperor— “Nah that doesn’t sound too appealing. I don’t like being the center of attention.” Suddenly a bright flash blinded me. And the next thing I notice is that I am standing on a town square. Hundreds of people were bustling about. All of them probably being NPC’s since only a few hundred players have preordered capsules and over a hundred major cities and thousands of towns exist in Royal Road. And Alexander had chosen this particular starting place since it was not in the center of the continent and most players will probably start in one of the center kingdoms, due to their bigger size and their geographical position on the continent. Exploring would be made easier by starting out in the middle. He was amazed at how real everything felt. He felt ecstatic. ~This is so awesome~ Every sense he had told him that everything was real. It seemed unbelievable that something this life-like could be created. Jumping up and down and doing a number of shadow punches showed that his avatar has the same physical attributes as his real body. This seemed necessary or else players would be unaccustomed to their new bodies and would probably stagger around, but what would happen if one were to drastically change ones weight or height? Pondering about different scenarios of which some brought a smile on his face he had started walking in a random direction. Mostly due to the reason that not a single map had been published by Unicorn. The reason was quite simple. They wanted players to have a general knowledge of the game before they started it, thus gave information about the main classes and a few other things, but they didn’t want the player to know everything. The player was supposed to figure such things out by himself. Alexander had been walking quite some time now and hasn’t come across a single blacksmith or tailor. He could have asked someone but generally speaking Alexander was very nervous when speaking to a different person, even if they might have been a NPC. After three hours of unsuccessful searching he found himself back where he had started out. ~DAMN IT~ After calming down he watched the crowd carefully, looking for a friendly face. He spotted many beautiful women around the square. In fact it seemed as if the programmers didn’t intend for there to be any ugly female NPC’s. The men on the other hand looked rough and tough in comparison to the suit-wearing men he was used to in real life. Seeing an elderly couple he walked up to them. “Hello there sir and madam. Can I ask you a few things?” “What is it that you wish to know, dear?” The woman asked my kindly. I felt more at ease now, because of their friendly manner. “I am new to this continent and I am searching for a tailor and a blacksmith to help me along my way. And what can I do here in the citadel of Serabourg to get stronger, so that I can go adventuring in the future?” This time the man answered a bit gruffer than his wife. “If you follow that road you should reach both the nearest blacksmith and tailor in about an hour. And for getting stronger you have to train day after day at a training ground. You can go to different training grounds according to your wishes. The training center is located two hours on foot in the direction of the palace that you can see from anywhere in the citadel. They shooting range is located a few minutes away from it and the mage tower is the big white tower you can see there in that direction. You will have to train hard to survive even the smallest dangers outside the city walls, young lad.” “Thank you very much for that information and have a good day.” I told them smiling brightly since now I knew where I needed to go and even got some information in regards to how to get stronger. When Unicorn mentioned how hard work would grant skills and stats he thought it meant leveling by grinding. But now it seemed as if simple training would provide stats and thus maybe by repeating tasks he could learn skills without having to be taught them by an instructor. Whistling merrily on his jog to the tailor and blacksmith he thought of how easy this game seemed to start out with. He reached the tailor first but could already see the blacksmith down the road. The sight of dozens of people sewing on clothes greeted him when he walked inside. A stern-looking woman approached him after a moment of standing around, not quite knowing what to do. “Hello and welcome to ‘Tasha’s clothing’. How can I help you?” “Hello, Tasha? I was actually hoping to learn the skill of tailoring here.” “For that please proceed to the second floor. There you can find Miss Ingrid, the instructor. Have a pleasant day and please come back soon to buy yourself some fashionable clothing or even an adventurers outfit.” Bidding farewell he went up to the second floor, easily spotting Miss Ingrid since she seemed to command everyone around her to work harder and faster. Approaching her wearily Alexander asked: “Miss Ingrid ..” She cut him off and asked if he wanted to learn to sew to eventually be able to sew beautiful pieces of clothing, which people would want to wear.” “Yes, I do” “And can you manage to sew on a button?” She asked squinting. ~It shouldn’t be that hard. I have seen many people sewing. Admittedly the first time was just moments ago.~ “Yes I believe I can sew on a button” She handed him a piece of a shirt, a few buttons, a needle and a thread. Alexander took the needle and thread and a button respectively in one hand and started sewing on the buttons. Since he had no previous experience and didn’t really know what to do he tried to use the thread in a way to hold the button. The pronunciation lies on ‘tried to’. After pricking himself a number of times with the needle and the buttons either hanging down on the threads or falling off. Miss Ingrid took the shirt out of his hands, probably to show him how it is done, but instead said: “Go away now and only come back after being able to at least sew on some buttons.” Since I didn’t have any money in game to buy the necessary items to learn how to sew on buttons, I would have to invest some time in real life to learn how to do it. Feeling depressed that it was much harder than it seemed I walked into the blacksmith hoping that I would at least be able to learn how to repair. The blacksmith seemed to accommodate much less people than the tailor. Not even half the smithies were occupied, and Alexander realized that they were left open for the players, which would mean that Unicorn expected much more players to be interested in blacksmithing than tailoring, probably due to the fact that more players will choose a melee profession like a knight or a warrior, thus needing to constantly repair their equipment. And the ones that didn’t choose a melee profession would rather buy their clothing ones, since they won’t have to maintain it’s durability as often. The blacksmithing teacher turned out to be a wiry tall mustached man with an intimidating aura around him. “What is the purpose of your visit?” “I want to learn how to repair weapons and armor.” “Oh! Really? So you wish to become a blacksmith and train to become a master blacksmith?” the teacher asked Alexander happily. But Alexander just raised his arms in defense. “No, sir I regretfully do not wish to become a blacksmith. I only wish to learn the craft, because of its various uses on my adventure.” “Usually, one would have to show ones ability to fix broken equipment to learn the craft of blacksmithing. But since you are here willing to learn, how about helping me out? In a month’s time we are expecting many travellers like yourself to come to our city, but since they are still inexperienced they will need much basic equipment.” | The Blacksmith’s temporary ApprenticeDue to the high amount of travellers coming to the city, the blacksmith has his hands full with work. He needs the helping hand of an apprentice for the duration of a week.Difficulty Level: E Quest requirements: Willing to learn blacksmithing, high equipment demand, but low workforce.Quest Rewards: learn the crafting skill ‘blacksmithing’ (the skill ‘repair’ is included and will not be counted as an additional skill). | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | “I will help you to the best of my abilities.” “If you are able to complete 1000 swords by the end of the week, you will receive one additional reward.” ~1000 swords seem to be an awful lot. I don’t know if I will be able to complete that many in a week. I just hope blacksmithing isn’t as hard as tailoring.~

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> What the hell was Steve doing in this out of the way and sparsely populated kingdom. Of all the people Arthe least wanted to meet, his brother was at the top of the list.<br><br>"Hi Steve, how've you been?" Arthe asked nervously.<br><br>"Well runt i see you've made a nice new body for yourself, tired of being weak are you? and I've been good thanks for asking. Just managed to eliminate 30 lizard-men as well as a couple of lvl 80 Imugi. Not bad for a lvl 60 Knight even if i do say so myself. How about you what've you been doing this last week?" Steve responded after giving Arthe a bit of a derogatory look over.<br><br>"Well I've just finished the basic training and signed up for the grand melee. plus I've been boosting my reputation with the former captain of the Royal Guards."<br><br>"You what! You've managed to get friendly with Iron-arm Mathis! I haven't even talked to him once. He's supposed to be the greatest Knight captain Baldur kingdom has ever had, how the bloody hell did YOU manage to meet him?" Bellowed Steve, No Torval. Arthe must remember not to use real life names here or he could get into serious trouble.<br><br>"Well it was mainly just accidental to be honest." Arthe responded, secretly pleased that his brother wasn't able to do something but he had.<br><br>"Sounds about right, not like you can do anything right on purpose anyway." came the disgruntled response<br><br>"That's enough Sir Torval!! Arthe here is soon to be a fellow knight and as such you will show him the proper courtesy owed to any member of the Knighthood!" Cassis, who had silently watched the exchange until now, reprimanded Torval.<br><br>"Yes Commander Cassis, it shall be as you say. I'm ready to begin the Graduation bout whenever trainee Arthe is ready Sir!" Torval said as he stood sharply to attention, deathly afraid of losing Honor points and/or reputation.<br><br>"excellent, you may begin whenever you both are ready, but remember no killing strokes are to be made and the match is only to be held until first blood is drawn."<br><br>Arthe and Torval both began to limber up in preparation for the coming fight, Arthe began analyzing Torval's armor looking for weaknesses whilst Torval just studied Arthe's face as if to memorize it for posterity.<br><br>"hmm the armor looks weakest under the armpit and at the wrists. Is that damage there on his greaves? looks like he hasn't had the opportunity to repair his gear after the expedition." Arthe had no illusions about how strong his brother was, he knew he couldn't win in a drawn out fight.<br><br>His only hope was to try to block his brother's blows whilst concentrating his own strikes on the damaged areas of armor or the exposed bits at the wrists and knees.<br><br>After 2 minutes of warming up the two opponents nodded to each other and closed in.<br><br>Clash! A massive overhead stroke from Torval rammed against Arthe's shield nearly driving him to his knees. Blimey his strength's no joke too many of these and my shield will be less use than a chocolate teapot.<br><br>Bang! using his legs Arthe pushed his shield up into Torval's face whilst simultaneously swinging his sword wide against the weakened area on Torval's thigh.<br><br>Thud, after the strike Torval kicked out at Arthe, catching him on the hip and sending him skidding backwards, off balance Arthe only had one chance to stop Torval's next devastating overhead blow.<br><br>"Shield Bash!" Using his superior height Arthe pushed to towards Torval Shield first then Activating his skill he used all his strength to hit Torval full in the face with his shield knocking him off balance with no hope of blocking the following strike.<br><br>Shield Bash Skill increased by 20%<br><br>Arthe swung his longsword down with all his might at Torval's wrists which were placed at exactly the right spot for a downward chop after Torval had failed his Overhead sweep. <br><br>Clash, Thunk!<br><br>With a resounding noise the gauntlet on Torval's wrist deflected the blow but in the process was flung off of his hand to the floor exposing bare skin.<br><br>"Damn you runt! you've always been a sneaky little git. always going for the weaknesses never willing to stand face to face with someone and fight like a man!" Torval panted with a belligerent expression on his face.<br><br>"oh yeah because a lvl 60 beating seriously on a lvl 3 is definitely fighting like a man." Arthe retorted breathlessly. Finally a way to win has presented itself he thought, forgetting entirely that he didn't have to win just show he could utilize his training effectively.<br><br>"argh smart mouthed little rat, come on then. I'll crush you!"<br><br>Clash! Bang! Clang! <br><br>A series of heavy blows came battering at Arthe from all directions. Barely managing to deflect them all with his shield he began to hunch himself up behind it in preparation for another Shield Bash.<br><br>You've learned the skill Spirit of the Stalwart Defender<br><br>Spirit of the Stalwart DefenderBy utilizing your shield to maximum effectiveness you have gained the ability to temporarily increase all combat related stats (STR, AGI, END, STAM)<br>by 5%. Lasts for 1 Hour.<br>Costs 150 Mana<br>Higher levels increase % and duration<br><br>"Excellent I'll use this new skill now and combine it with Shield bash for a punishing hit which will hopefully let me win this." Arthe thought to himself.<br><br>"Spirit of the Stalwart Defender!"<br><br>After activating his skill, Arthe ran at Torval and ducked inside the range of his claymore, "Shield Bash!" The shield once again rammed upward into Torval's face but this time it caught on the under side of his chin and lifted him clean off the floor.<br><br>Shield Bash skill increased by 17%<br><br>He landed with a massive clatter and scrambled to get up but before he could Arthe stepped in close and nicked the top of his bare hand to win the bout.<br><br>"Hold! First blood drawn." Cassis shouted. "Victory goes to Arthedain."<br><br>"Yes, finally I've managed to beat my brother. And not just with brains but at something physical!!" Arthe was ecstatic but then reality set in, "crap, he's going to kill me when i log out. crap crap crap. what can i do to survive the coming apocalypse."<br><br>Suddenly a loud laughter echoed around the parade ground.<br> "Brilliant job little brother, you really got me there. Teach me to look down on you won't it. excellent use of that shield bash skill as well. Never seen it used quite like that before, most people use it to force the opponent backwards. You however decided to force me upwards and destroy my center of balance. Good Job!" Torval was chuckling to himself as he said this. " I knew you had the ability to be more than what you are, what took you so bloody long to figure it out for yourself. I expected you to snap long before this, i mean I've been riding your ass for years to get a response."<br><br>"You what! you mean I've put up with your crap because i figured you'd beat me to death if i said anything and all along you wanted me to speak up!"Arthe was almost speechless with shock, which quickly turned to indignation. "Well why the bloody hell didn't you say something sooner? you flipping idiot! Jeez if I'd have known I'd have put the verbal smack-down on your ass years ago! Lord we're both a pair of muppets, me for putting up with you and you for doing it in the first place!"<br><br>"I was trying to make you find your own confidence so you didn't hide yourself away all the time", Torval said quietly, "didn't think it'd take a smart kid like you this long to figure it out. Also didn't think you'd find it in a game of all places".<br><br>"ahem, sorry to break up this touching scene of brotherly love but i would like to get the knighting ceremony done before the end of the day." Cassis interrupted with a bit of a lopsided grin on his face.<br><br>"ah of course sir", Torval and Arthe replied. Now that Arthe was paying he noticed that he had a couple of message windows to check as well.<br><br>New Stat: Fighting Spirit<br><br>Fighting Spirit<br>You can call on superhuman strength temporarily, or bring weaker monsters to their knees with a force in your eyes alone. You are prohibited from distributing stat bonus points to this stat, and it rises spontaneously, depending on the avatar’s action, especially if you fight monsters for a long time, or often confront monsters stronger than your current level. <br><br>Level Up: Sword Mastery [4]<br><br>Increases Attack Power with a sword (+40% ATK)<br>Increases Attack Speed with a sword (+12% ATK SPD) <br><br>Level Up: Shield Mastery [4]<br><br>Increases block capabilities (-40% Dmg Taken from monsters at the same level or lower)<br>Increases Defense whilst Blocking (+13% DEF)<br><br>Woah just by fighting one higher ranked player I've managed to level 2 of my skill mastery's and also earned a new Stat. Hmm if i remember correctly fighting spirit will prevent me from suffering status reductions due to fear, well it will once it's been increased a few times.<br><br>"Trainee Arthe kneel in front of me." Cassis ordered and Arthe hurried to obey. "By the authority invested in me by his Majesty, King Odin of the Kingdom of Baldur, I hereby Anoint you Sir Arthedain. Knight of the realm. May your shield always be there to defend the weak and may your sword-arm stand ever ready to bring justice to the guilty. Rise Sir Arthedain." <br><br>Cassis finished his speech and shook Arthe's hand as he welcomed him into the knighthood.<br><br>"Ding"<br><br>Basic Knight Training Complete<br><br>New Stat generated: Honor.<br>Stat Increase:<br>+50 Honor<br>+10 VIT<br>+10 STR<br>+10 Stam<br>New Title Available: Knight Of Baldur<br>You have proven yourself a Just and Honorable man and as such have been recognized as a Knight<br>+100 Fame<br><br>"Well done brother. I look forward to seeing how you progress in the future." Torval said, smiling broadly at Arthe. </div>

What the hell was Steve doing in this out of the way and sparsely populated kingdom. Of all the people Arthe least wanted to meet, his brother was at the top of the list. "Hi Steve, how've you been?" Arthe asked nervously. "Well runt i see you've made a nice new body for yourself, tired of being weak are you? and I've been good thanks for asking. Just managed to eliminate 30 lizard-men as well as a couple of lvl 80 Imugi. Not bad for a lvl 60 Knight even if i do say so myself. How about you what've you been doing this last week?" Steve responded after giving Arthe a bit of a derogatory look over. "Well I've just finished the basic training and signed up for the grand melee. plus I've been boosting my reputation with the former captain of the Royal Guards." "You what! You've managed to get friendly with Iron-arm Mathis! I haven't even talked to him once. He's supposed to be the greatest Knight captain Baldur kingdom has ever had, how the bloody hell did YOU manage to meet him?" Bellowed Steve, No Torval. Arthe must remember not to use real life names here or he could get into serious trouble. "Well it was mainly just accidental to be honest." Arthe responded, secretly pleased that his brother wasn't able to do something but he had. "Sounds about right, not like you can do anything right on purpose anyway." came the disgruntled response "That's enough Sir Torval!! Arthe here is soon to be a fellow knight and as such you will show him the proper courtesy owed to any member of the Knighthood!" Cassis, who had silently watched the exchange until now, reprimanded Torval. "Yes Commander Cassis, it shall be as you say. I'm ready to begin the Graduation bout whenever trainee Arthe is ready Sir!" Torval said as he stood sharply to attention, deathly afraid of losing Honor points and/or reputation. "excellent, you may begin whenever you both are ready, but remember no killing strokes are to be made and the match is only to be held until first blood is drawn." Arthe and Torval both began to limber up in preparation for the coming fight, Arthe began analyzing Torval's armor looking for weaknesses whilst Torval just studied Arthe's face as if to memorize it for posterity. "hmm the armor looks weakest under the armpit and at the wrists. Is that damage there on his greaves? looks like he hasn't had the opportunity to repair his gear after the expedition." Arthe had no illusions about how strong his brother was, he knew he couldn't win in a drawn out fight. His only hope was to try to block his brother's blows whilst concentrating his own strikes on the damaged areas of armor or the exposed bits at the wrists and knees. After 2 minutes of warming up the two opponents nodded to each other and closed in. Clash! A massive overhead stroke from Torval rammed against Arthe's shield nearly driving him to his knees. Blimey his strength's no joke too many of these and my shield will be less use than a chocolate teapot. Bang! using his legs Arthe pushed his shield up into Torval's face whilst simultaneously swinging his sword wide against the weakened area on Torval's thigh. Thud, after the strike Torval kicked out at Arthe, catching him on the hip and sending him skidding backwards, off balance Arthe only had one chance to stop Torval's next devastating overhead blow. "Shield Bash!" Using his superior height Arthe pushed to towards Torval Shield first then Activating his skill he used all his strength to hit Torval full in the face with his shield knocking him off balance with no hope of blocking the following strike. Shield Bash Skill increased by 20% Arthe swung his longsword down with all his might at Torval's wrists which were placed at exactly the right spot for a downward chop after Torval had failed his Overhead sweep. Clash, Thunk! With a resounding noise the gauntlet on Torval's wrist deflected the blow but in the process was flung off of his hand to the floor exposing bare skin. "Damn you runt! you've always been a sneaky little git. always going for the weaknesses never willing to stand face to face with someone and fight like a man!" Torval panted with a belligerent expression on his face. "oh yeah because a lvl 60 beating seriously on a lvl 3 is definitely fighting like a man." Arthe retorted breathlessly. Finally a way to win has presented itself he thought, forgetting entirely that he didn't have to win just show he could utilize his training effectively. "argh smart mouthed little rat, come on then. I'll crush you!" Clash! Bang! Clang! A series of heavy blows came battering at Arthe from all directions. Barely managing to deflect them all with his shield he began to hunch himself up behind it in preparation for another Shield Bash. You've learned the skill Spirit of the Stalwart Defender Spirit of the Stalwart DefenderBy utilizing your shield to maximum effectiveness you have gained the ability to temporarily increase all combat related stats (STR, AGI, END, STAM) by 5%. Lasts for 1 Hour. Costs 150 Mana Higher levels increase % and duration "Excellent I'll use this new skill now and combine it with Shield bash for a punishing hit which will hopefully let me win this." Arthe thought to himself. "Spirit of the Stalwart Defender!" After activating his skill, Arthe ran at Torval and ducked inside the range of his claymore, "Shield Bash!" The shield once again rammed upward into Torval's face but this time it caught on the under side of his chin and lifted him clean off the floor. Shield Bash skill increased by 17% He landed with a massive clatter and scrambled to get up but before he could Arthe stepped in close and nicked the top of his bare hand to win the bout. "Hold! First blood drawn." Cassis shouted. "Victory goes to Arthedain." "Yes, finally I've managed to beat my brother. And not just with brains but at something physical!!" Arthe was ecstatic but then reality set in, "crap, he's going to kill me when i log out. crap crap crap. what can i do to survive the coming apocalypse." Suddenly a loud laughter echoed around the parade ground. "Brilliant job little brother, you really got me there. Teach me to look down on you won't it. excellent use of that shield bash skill as well. Never seen it used quite like that before, most people use it to force the opponent backwards. You however decided to force me upwards and destroy my center of balance. Good Job!" Torval was chuckling to himself as he said this. " I knew you had the ability to be more than what you are, what took you so bloody long to figure it out for yourself. I expected you to snap long before this, i mean I've been riding your ass for years to get a response." "You what! you mean I've put up with your crap because i figured you'd beat me to death if i said anything and all along you wanted me to speak up!"Arthe was almost speechless with shock, which quickly turned to indignation. "Well why the bloody hell didn't you say something sooner? you flipping idiot! Jeez if I'd have known I'd have put the verbal smack-down on your ass years ago! Lord we're both a pair of muppets, me for putting up with you and you for doing it in the first place!" "I was trying to make you find your own confidence so you didn't hide yourself away all the time", Torval said quietly, "didn't think it'd take a smart kid like you this long to figure it out. Also didn't think you'd find it in a game of all places". "ahem, sorry to break up this touching scene of brotherly love but i would like to get the knighting ceremony done before the end of the day." Cassis interrupted with a bit of a lopsided grin on his face. "ah of course sir", Torval and Arthe replied. Now that Arthe was paying he noticed that he had a couple of message windows to check as well. New Stat: Fighting Spirit Fighting Spirit You can call on superhuman strength temporarily, or bring weaker monsters to their knees with a force in your eyes alone. You are prohibited from distributing stat bonus points to this stat, and it rises spontaneously, depending on the avatar’s action, especially if you fight monsters for a long time, or often confront monsters stronger than your current level. Level Up: Sword Mastery [4] Increases Attack Power with a sword (+40% ATK) Increases Attack Speed with a sword (+12% ATK SPD) Level Up: Shield Mastery [4] Increases block capabilities (-40% Dmg Taken from monsters at the same level or lower) Increases Defense whilst Blocking (+13% DEF) Woah just by fighting one higher ranked player I've managed to level 2 of my skill mastery's and also earned a new Stat. Hmm if i remember correctly fighting spirit will prevent me from suffering status reductions due to fear, well it will once it's been increased a few times. "Trainee Arthe kneel in front of me." Cassis ordered and Arthe hurried to obey. "By the authority invested in me by his Majesty, King Odin of the Kingdom of Baldur, I hereby Anoint you Sir Arthedain. Knight of the realm. May your shield always be there to defend the weak and may your sword-arm stand ever ready to bring justice to the guilty. Rise Sir Arthedain." Cassis finished his speech and shook Arthe's hand as he welcomed him into the knighthood. "Ding" Basic Knight Training Complete New Stat generated: Honor. Stat Increase: +50 Honor +10 VIT +10 STR +10 Stam New Title Available: Knight Of Baldur You have proven yourself a Just and Honorable man and as such have been recognized as a Knight +100 Fame "Well done brother. I look forward to seeing how you progress in the future." Torval said, smiling broadly at Arthe.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Ideas of wood cutting stats came from reading Stevenoth’s fan fiction.<br>******************************************************************************<br>*whack* *whack*<br><br>Zero cut through the truck speedily, letting his body strike dead center naturally with every cut. Soon the sound of snapping could be heard.<br><br>He cupped his hands around the mouth, took a deep breath and bellowed.<br><br>“TIMBE-----------R!” shouting out to warn any creatures in the vicinity as the tree fell in the opposite direction , smashing hard with a bang follow by a quick rustle of the leaves.<br><br>---<span style="font-style: italic;">Ok, now it’s to dig around the stump, pull it out of the ground and finishing it with the magical seed of the elves.</span> Hoisting the shovel into the air, Zero aim at the spot to start on and forcefully push hard as deep as he could, before tilting the shovel to haul out the soil.<br><br>“Hah-h, Hah-h, why do I have to do the woodcutting like this? This method is so troublesome to carry out. Not to mention that I still have this much to go before completion”, flicking the sweat to the ground, Zero muttered “View Quest!”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">After having seen you cutting the logs for a month, he is now comfortable with letting you follow him into Grey Wood to cut the trees.<br>Gustav requires to cut down the trees for building houses which is currently in short supply. Payment will be increased to 20 silver per tree.<br><br>Difficulty level: D<br><br>Quest requirements<br>Assist in fulfilling firewood order for Gustav.<br>Show tenacity and resolution.<br>Rewards: Gustav will give you his old woodcutter axe. <br>Number of trees to cut: 11</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Still 11 more to go…! I have been working for almost 2 months now!” shouted Zero in frustration. <br><br>He has been in a bad mood ever since Gustav placed a shovel and a packet of seeds on his hands before telling him to dig out the stump and plant the seed after. Digging monotonously, Zero recounts the scene in his mind on that very day.<br><br>“W-What…! Why do I have to do that way!” shouted Zero in disbelief.<br><br>“We woodcutters need to protect our forest so this method will ensure the trees will be replenished” answer Gustav looking sternly. “These seeds will grow in just a few weeks.”<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">That’s the reason why nobody wants to work with you</span>, Zero grumpily complains in his mind.<br><br>After managing to uproot the stumps and plant the seedlings, Zero sat down on a grassy part of the ground, feeling tired out. A soft breeze blew past him, causing his hair to flutter.<br><br>“Alright then! Time for lunch!” said Zero as he begun laying food on the grass patch. When he opened the basket, the smell of sandwiches waffle out to envelop Zero’s nose, causing him to swiftly reach for one of the sandwiches and draw it towards his mouth.<br><br>Biting the sandwich, Zero spied a grey bear watching him from a distance.Giving a look of understanding,he beckoned it to come over while patting the spot next to him.<br><br>“Come, Today's food is sandwiches stuffed with salmon, there’s extra!”<br><br>Walking warily towards him, the bear took the spot next to Zero and lay down with a thud. The bear then sniffed at the opening of the basket and finding to its liking, start to bite on a piece of sandwich. Letting out a cute growl and while looking at the basket hungrily, bit out another.<br><br>Lying down on the ground lazily after finishing his portion, Zero looked towards the bear.<span style="font-style: italic;"> Hmm, nobody would believe me if I tell them that previously I have to run away from them</span>, letting out a relax smile. It took a quick peek at Zero before turning back to feast. Looking up at the clear blue sky, he began thinking about their fateful encounter.<br><br>In the beginning, he was so furious he wanted to kill the bear that did him in but stopped after Gustav explanation that their levels are around 25 – 30. He was level 2 then,there’s no other way but to endure until he have gotten stronger. As Zero continue woodcutting, he set up traps that will warn him if any of them approaches and placed them around the area to ensure such an incident don't reoccur.<br><br>But after a few harrowing experience where they almost caught him, Zero began his next tactic to trap small animals such rabbits and hares to be used as lure to divert their attention while he made his escape. <br><br>As he made one such escape, he saw a wounded bear lying flat out on the ground. Under the circumstances, he would ignore it and continue running but somehow his conscience pricked at him, preventing him from leaving. After struggling on whether to run or not, his conscience won and he decided to save the bear and cautiously move towards it.<br><br>The bear, after noticing someone approaching him, bare its sharp teeth and stare at him threatening. Zero, feeling the overpowering pressure emanating from the bear, stopped moving closer and raised his hands, showing the bandages he was holding. Either understanding Zero or fatigue from the bleeding, it stopped baring its teeth and while still looking warily, allowed him to bandage it.<br><br> Finished with the bandage, Zero decided to continue escaping when he spotted a few bears approaching. Finding no way out, he hurriedly hid in some bushes. crouching down and close his eyes tightly, waiting for the inevitable. <span style="font-style: italic;">Is this the end….? </span>, thought Zero as growling sounds of bears communicating reverted in his ears. <br><br>After waiting what seemed like ages, he slowly opened his eyes and poke his head out to check if there are any still around. Searching the surroundings and finding none in the vicinity, he stepped out of the bushes and walk towards the bandaged bear. <br><br>“You are the one who saved me”, feeling grateful for its help. The bear, upon hearing Zero’s voice, opened its eye and gave a low growl before closing its eyes to once again recuperate. In the end, Zero managed to successfully escape his pursuers.<br><br>Soon afterwards, the rest of the bears stopped trying to attack Zero and left him well alone, with the exception of one which he helped to heal.<br><br>Snapping out the thoughts, Zero stood up and gave a quick stretch of his arms and legs. “What’s my current skill level? Skill window!” <br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><ul><br><li>Axe mastery (Intermediate Lv.1 3%): Increase Attack Power with an axe(+110%). Increase Attack Speed with an axe (+33%).</li></ul><br><ul><br><li>Identification (Lv.1 0%) Enables you to learn the true value of unidentified items. Mana consumption: 30Mp. </li></ul><br><ul><br><li>Bandaging (Lv. 1 5%): Enables you to stop bleeding. Increase life of wounded when tended.</li></ul><br><ul><br><li>Cooking (Lv.3 39%): Enhance the taste of meals. Increase speed of recovery of stamina when served. Increase life when served (+7%)</li></ul><br><ul><br><li>Digging (Intermediate Lv. 1 78%): Increase speed of digging by 25%. Decrease stamina loss of digging by 25%. Earth-based magic resistance increased by +20%. Your Affinity with Earth has increase by 50.</li></ul><br><ul><br><li>Foraging (Lv.1 54%): Allows identification and harvesting of wild edible plants, fruits and herbs.</li></ul><br><ul><br><li>Woodcutting ( Lv. 9 89%): Increase speed of woodcutting by 23%. Decrease stamina loss of woodcutting by 23%. </li></ul><br><ul><br><li>Trap-making (Lv.4 67%): Improve trap concealment. Increase chances of animal caught by 11%.</li></ul></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>---<span style="font-style: italic;">Hmm, the skills taught by Gustav haven’t really been used much. It will prove useful to me in the near future.</span><br><br>Satisfied with the progress made on the woodcutting and digging skills, Zero collect the utensils left on the ground and kept it in the basket which had the honor of being picked clean by the bear.<br><br>“Off to work then”, indicating to the bear. &lt;”See you tomorrow”&gt;, the bear answered as it walk away.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Just can’t get used to a talking bear</span>, thought Zero as he picked up the axe from the ground. Walking to the next tree, he tried to remember when he was able to start conversing with animals. A shard of the memory soon entered his mind.<br><br>It was around 2 weeks since healing the bear. He was just swinging the axe away at a tree when the bear approaches him. Not feeling threatened by its approach, Zero waited. As the bear reached Zero, it tries to convey something. While Zero was wondering what it is all about, when all of sudden a sound appeared.<br><br>*ting* <br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">New skill learnt: Beast Conversation<br>Able to converse with animals, non-humanoid monsters and spirit of beasts.<br><br>Will not be able to communicate with those that you have hunted.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">W-Wow!</span>, thought Zero while feeling surprised by it. <span style="font-style: italic;">So now I am able to understand animal speech. </span><br><br>The bear spoke up loudly which startled Zero as he was in the midst of figuring out the criteria of the skill. &lt;” I am to here to thank you for helping me back there. It took me a while to recover fully before I can meet you.”&gt;<br><br>“No, I should be the one to thank you for letting your brethren know that I am not a threat to them” answered Zero politely. “You are welcome to my afternoon breaks.”<br><br>&lt;”I will then”&gt;, replied the bear as he left the premises.<br><br>Returning his thoughts to the present, he soon arrives at the tree and prepared his woodcutting stance.<br><br>“Judging from the pace, this quest will be over by tomorrow”, Zero smiled happily while swinging away at the tree.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;">*********************</div><br><br>A figure rushes into the chamber and hurriedly prostrates, facing the throne. <br><br>“Your Majesty, I have something to report.” <br><br>“You may speak”<br><br>A dry voice, like a withered tree, came from the throne above. It was the voice of the King of Brent, Belius. He had formerly led the war against Rosenheim kingdom.<br><br>The King was 62 this year. His gray hair and beard were carefully maintained, his skin was darkening, and his blue eyes were lacking in vitality. Though he sat with his spine upright, the hands extending from his clothing, which were nothing but skin and bones, were relaxed.<br><br>“I have received news that in Greywood, there is cave with mining potential. I would like your highness to allow me to gather the troops to make the area safe.”<br><br>King Belius closed his eyes and pressed against them with his fingers, thinking hard about the issue. Finally he looks to the person kneeling.<br><br>“Send a scout to figure out the amount of animals that will pose as a threat before I will decide on the troops to send”<br><br>“Yes, Your Majesty”<br><br>The unknown person made a stiff bow before making a swift exit.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;">*********************</div><br><br>It was when Zero was about to cut down the last tree for the day, when suddenly a person shouted in his direction.<br><br>“Hey! You there!” <br><br>Interrupted from his woodcutting, Zero looked at the person in dissatisfaction.<br><br>“What do you want? Can’t you see I am working here?” Zero spoke in a thorny tone.<br><br>The person made a face like he was about to retort but stopped himself.<br><br>“I would like to ask if you know how many grey bears in the forest.”<br><br>Zero wondered why the person asks of this but noting nothing of concern, decided to answer. <br><br>“Roughly 200. Why do you ask?” <br><br>“I was not supposed to speak of this but since you have actually answered mine, I shall answer to yours.”<br><br>“The king has decided to send his troops to subjugate the animals in this forest, to make safe passage for the collection of ores to be found in the cave of the Grey bears. “<br><br>The person added in an advice by warning him to keep far away from here tomorrow before making back in haste.<br><br>Zero, upon hearing the news, spread his mouth into a wide grin as he hurriedly rush to the lair in order to gather up the ores to turn it in as profits.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=115&amp;t=916&amp;p=4632#p4632" target="_blank">NEXT CHAPTER&gt;&gt;&gt;</a></span></div> </div>

Ideas of wood cutting stats came from reading Stevenoth’s fan fiction. ****************************************************************************** *whack* *whack* Zero cut through the truck speedily, letting his body strike dead center naturally with every cut. Soon the sound of snapping could be heard. He cupped his hands around the mouth, took a deep breath and bellowed. “TIMBE-----------R!” shouting out to warn any creatures in the vicinity as the tree fell in the opposite direction , smashing hard with a bang follow by a quick rustle of the leaves. ---Ok, now it’s to dig around the stump, pull it out of the ground and finishing it with the magical seed of the elves. Hoisting the shovel into the air, Zero aim at the spot to start on and forcefully push hard as deep as he could, before tilting the shovel to haul out the soil. “Hah-h, Hah-h, why do I have to do the woodcutting like this? This method is so troublesome to carry out. Not to mention that I still have this much to go before completion”, flicking the sweat to the ground, Zero muttered “View Quest!” | After having seen you cutting the logs for a month, he is now comfortable with letting you follow him into Grey Wood to cut the trees.Gustav requires to cut down the trees for building houses which is currently in short supply. Payment will be increased to 20 silver per tree.Difficulty level: DQuest requirementsAssist in fulfilling firewood order for Gustav.Show tenacity and resolution.Rewards: Gustav will give you his old woodcutter axe. Number of trees to cut: 11 | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | “Still 11 more to go…! I have been working for almost 2 months now!” shouted Zero in frustration. He has been in a bad mood ever since Gustav placed a shovel and a packet of seeds on his hands before telling him to dig out the stump and plant the seed after. Digging monotonously, Zero recounts the scene in his mind on that very day. “W-What…! Why do I have to do that way!” shouted Zero in disbelief. “We woodcutters need to protect our forest so this method will ensure the trees will be replenished” answer Gustav looking sternly. “These seeds will grow in just a few weeks.” That’s the reason why nobody wants to work with you, Zero grumpily complains in his mind. After managing to uproot the stumps and plant the seedlings, Zero sat down on a grassy part of the ground, feeling tired out. A soft breeze blew past him, causing his hair to flutter. “Alright then! Time for lunch!” said Zero as he begun laying food on the grass patch. When he opened the basket, the smell of sandwiches waffle out to envelop Zero’s nose, causing him to swiftly reach for one of the sandwiches and draw it towards his mouth. Biting the sandwich, Zero spied a grey bear watching him from a distance.Giving a look of understanding,he beckoned it to come over while patting the spot next to him. “Come, Today's food is sandwiches stuffed with salmon, there’s extra!” Walking warily towards him, the bear took the spot next to Zero and lay down with a thud. The bear then sniffed at the opening of the basket and finding to its liking, start to bite on a piece of sandwich. Letting out a cute growl and while looking at the basket hungrily, bit out another. Lying down on the ground lazily after finishing his portion, Zero looked towards the bear. Hmm, nobody would believe me if I tell them that previously I have to run away from them, letting out a relax smile. It took a quick peek at Zero before turning back to feast. Looking up at the clear blue sky, he began thinking about their fateful encounter. In the beginning, he was so furious he wanted to kill the bear that did him in but stopped after Gustav explanation that their levels are around 25 – 30. He was level 2 then,there’s no other way but to endure until he have gotten stronger. As Zero continue woodcutting, he set up traps that will warn him if any of them approaches and placed them around the area to ensure such an incident don't reoccur. But after a few harrowing experience where they almost caught him, Zero began his next tactic to trap small animals such rabbits and hares to be used as lure to divert their attention while he made his escape. As he made one such escape, he saw a wounded bear lying flat out on the ground. Under the circumstances, he would ignore it and continue running but somehow his conscience pricked at him, preventing him from leaving. After struggling on whether to run or not, his conscience won and he decided to save the bear and cautiously move towards it. The bear, after noticing someone approaching him, bare its sharp teeth and stare at him threatening. Zero, feeling the overpowering pressure emanating from the bear, stopped moving closer and raised his hands, showing the bandages he was holding. Either understanding Zero or fatigue from the bleeding, it stopped baring its teeth and while still looking warily, allowed him to bandage it. Finished with the bandage, Zero decided to continue escaping when he spotted a few bears approaching. Finding no way out, he hurriedly hid in some bushes. crouching down and close his eyes tightly, waiting for the inevitable. Is this the end….? , thought Zero as growling sounds of bears communicating reverted in his ears. After waiting what seemed like ages, he slowly opened his eyes and poke his head out to check if there are any still around. Searching the surroundings and finding none in the vicinity, he stepped out of the bushes and walk towards the bandaged bear. “You are the one who saved me”, feeling grateful for its help. The bear, upon hearing Zero’s voice, opened its eye and gave a low growl before closing its eyes to once again recuperate. In the end, Zero managed to successfully escape his pursuers. Soon afterwards, the rest of the bears stopped trying to attack Zero and left him well alone, with the exception of one which he helped to heal. Snapping out the thoughts, Zero stood up and gave a quick stretch of his arms and legs. “What’s my current skill level? Skill window!” | * Axe mastery (Intermediate Lv.1 3%): Increase Attack Power with an axe(+110%). Increase Attack Speed with an axe (+33%). * Identification (Lv.1 0%) Enables you to learn the true value of unidentified items. Mana consumption: 30Mp. * Bandaging (Lv. 1 5%): Enables you to stop bleeding. Increase life of wounded when tended. * Cooking (Lv.3 39%): Enhance the taste of meals. Increase speed of recovery of stamina when served. Increase life when served (+7%) * Digging (Intermediate Lv. 1 78%): Increase speed of digging by 25%. Decrease stamina loss of digging by 25%. Earth-based magic resistance increased by +20%. Your Affinity with Earth has increase by 50. * Foraging (Lv.1 54%): Allows identification and harvesting of wild edible plants, fruits and herbs. * Woodcutting ( Lv. 9 89%): Increase speed of woodcutting by 23%. Decrease stamina loss of woodcutting by 23%. * Trap-making (Lv.4 67%): Improve trap concealment. Increase chances of animal caught by 11%. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | ---Hmm, the skills taught by Gustav haven’t really been used much. It will prove useful to me in the near future. Satisfied with the progress made on the woodcutting and digging skills, Zero collect the utensils left on the ground and kept it in the basket which had the honor of being picked clean by the bear. “Off to work then”, indicating to the bear. <”See you tomorrow”>, the bear answered as it walk away. Just can’t get used to a talking bear, thought Zero as he picked up the axe from the ground. Walking to the next tree, he tried to remember when he was able to start conversing with animals. A shard of the memory soon entered his mind. It was around 2 weeks since healing the bear. He was just swinging the axe away at a tree when the bear approaches him. Not feeling threatened by its approach, Zero waited. As the bear reached Zero, it tries to convey something. While Zero was wondering what it is all about, when all of sudden a sound appeared. *ting* | New skill learnt: Beast ConversationAble to converse with animals, non-humanoid monsters and spirit of beasts.Will not be able to communicate with those that you have hunted. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | W-Wow!, thought Zero while feeling surprised by it. So now I am able to understand animal speech. The bear spoke up loudly which startled Zero as he was in the midst of figuring out the criteria of the skill. <” I am to here to thank you for helping me back there. It took me a while to recover fully before I can meet you.”> “No, I should be the one to thank you for letting your brethren know that I am not a threat to them” answered Zero politely. “You are welcome to my afternoon breaks.” <”I will then”>, replied the bear as he left the premises. Returning his thoughts to the present, he soon arrives at the tree and prepared his woodcutting stance. “Judging from the pace, this quest will be over by tomorrow”, Zero smiled happily while swinging away at the tree. ********************* A figure rushes into the chamber and hurriedly prostrates, facing the throne. “Your Majesty, I have something to report.” “You may speak” A dry voice, like a withered tree, came from the throne above. It was the voice of the King of Brent, Belius. He had formerly led the war against Rosenheim kingdom. The King was 62 this year. His gray hair and beard were carefully maintained, his skin was darkening, and his blue eyes were lacking in vitality. Though he sat with his spine upright, the hands extending from his clothing, which were nothing but skin and bones, were relaxed. “I have received news that in Greywood, there is cave with mining potential. I would like your highness to allow me to gather the troops to make the area safe.” King Belius closed his eyes and pressed against them with his fingers, thinking hard about the issue. Finally he looks to the person kneeling. “Send a scout to figure out the amount of animals that will pose as a threat before I will decide on the troops to send” “Yes, Your Majesty” The unknown person made a stiff bow before making a swift exit. ********************* It was when Zero was about to cut down the last tree for the day, when suddenly a person shouted in his direction. “Hey! You there!” Interrupted from his woodcutting, Zero looked at the person in dissatisfaction. “What do you want? Can’t you see I am working here?” Zero spoke in a thorny tone. The person made a face like he was about to retort but stopped himself. “I would like to ask if you know how many grey bears in the forest.” Zero wondered why the person asks of this but noting nothing of concern, decided to answer. “Roughly 200. Why do you ask?” “I was not supposed to speak of this but since you have actually answered mine, I shall answer to yours.” “The king has decided to send his troops to subjugate the animals in this forest, to make safe passage for the collection of ores to be found in the cave of the Grey bears. “ The person added in an advice by warning him to keep far away from here tomorrow before making back in haste. Zero, upon hearing the news, spread his mouth into a wide grin as he hurriedly rush to the lair in order to gather up the ores to turn it in as profits. [NEXT CHAPTER>>>](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=115&t=916&p=4632#p4632)

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 2.3em;"># Patent Pending</span></span><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*Finally made it back to town.*</span><br><br>Well, "finally" might not be the right word. After the tough battle, the town was actually surprisingly easy to find once I got out of the glade, which makes me wonder how I managed to get lost back there.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*I got some good returns from that fight. Bow Bash and Lunge will definitely prove to be useful. I even managed to get my repair skill up to Intermediate level 1 in the end. &nbsp;The loots, on the other hand...*</span><br><br>Truth be told, it's not that the loot was bad, but rather they were useless. Not only was there no equipment dropped, but bones that dropped were useless to an Archer. They were too big (and of the wrong shape) to make a bow out of, and armor made from them would be of the "Plate Armor" type, which I couldn't use. The pelt, however, could be used to make some clothing in the future, and the teeth and claws can be used for arrows.<br><br>"BUYING RABBIT PELTS HERE!"<br><br>"BEST BEGINNER EQUIPMENT YOU'LL FIND IN TOWN!"<br><br>"GOING ON AN ADVENTURE? BUY SOME POTIONS TO KEEP YOU ALIVE!"<br><br>The marketplace was as crowded as ever. Player merchants and craftsmen were all over the place selling their wares. Not only were they allowed to set up a stall at any part of the marketplace, they didn't even need a get a liscense. As such, there were even newbies around trying to sell off their old, out-leveled equipment to other newbies. The only limitation, if it could be considered one, is that only NPCs could own a storehouse (as opposed to simply selling things on the street).<br><br>It was one of these NPC blacksmiths that I went to to sell my loot. Even though players, in general, offered better prices, NPCs were able to do something that no player could.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Klank! Klank!</span><br><br>"HElloO!! HELLO!!"<br><br>Seems like he can't hear me.<br><br>"HEY!" I walked closer to tap the young blacksmith on the shoulder.<br><br>"Huh?"<br><br>"WOAH!"<br><br>The blacksmith suddenly turned around while still holding a red-hot sword in his tongs, nearly disemboweling me.<br><br>"Woaahh... Careful there. I don't want to have to close down because of that."<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*YOU BE CAREFUL!*</span><br><br>"So what can I do for you? Is there something you're looking for? Want something made."<br><br>"No, actually I was wondering if you wanted to buy some crafting materials I just found."<br><br>"Eeehhhhh... I guess I can. Probably time to start making higher leveled equipment."<br><br>Before he even finished his sentece, I began to take the bones out of my inventory and arranged them on the floor of his shop. Which was not easy, by the way, since the skull itself took up a sizable portion of his shop.<br><br>"Amazing! These are huge!" The blacksmith exclaimed as he examined a leg bone. "Just this bone alone is enough to for me to craft a lance out of!"<br><br>"Hehe... So, you want them?"<br><br>"Yes! But..." (sigh) "I can't afford them. All my gold would probably only pay for half of these."<br><br>"Tell you what, I'll sell these to you for half price. But in return, you teach me Blacksmithing, and give me that portable furnace I see over there."<br><br>That last bit was on the spur of the moment. Those things were expensive, but would definitely come in handy in my journey.<br><br>"Hrm.... Alright, you have a deal."<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center;">Skill Learned!<br><br>Blacksmithing:<br><br>Depending on the skill level, the requirements on equips go down by 2 percent or more. If you have mastered the skill of a blacksmith to master level, you can wear the &nbsp; items of other professions despite limitations.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>Getting those bones off my hands was a big relief. Those things were seriously heavy! Even though I put most of my points into strength, they were a pain to carry around.<br><br>???<br><br>You're asking why I, as an Archer, am putting most of my points into strength?<br><br>Well, for one, if there's anything that I learned with my run-in with the Wolf Queen, it was that I'm going to need a heavier bow with a more powerful draw if I'm going to have to pierce the armor of &nbsp;other bosses. And the loss of the speed that would be granted by the DEX stat wouldn't really affect me too much, since I was more of a "Aim and Shoot" kind of Archer, as opposed to a "Shoot like Crazy" type.<br><br>For two, I was going to need strength if I'm going to use the weapon that I'm going to make in my little project.<br><br>No, not a <span style="font-style: italic;">Science</span> project.<br><br>An <span style="font-style: italic;">Engineering</span> project.<br><br>The difference.<br><br>Well, take for example the following statement:<br><br>"We can't throw this huge rock over that huge wall to hit the people inside that huge town."<br><br>The response that Science would give is: "Because Gravity will prevent you from lifting that rock." And hence discover Gravity.<br><br>But the response that Engineering would give is: "CATAPULT, BITCHES!" And hence invent a badass catapult.<br><br>It is the difference between asking "Why?" and "Why not?"<br><br>So take the following thought I had, not long after I learned the "Bow Bash" skill.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*Too bad the Bow isn't really an efficient melee weapon.*</span><br><br>I looked at it as an Engineer and said: "Sword-Bow<span style="font-size: 0.7em;">(Patent Pending)</span>".<br><br>That's right.<br><br>Sword-freaking-Bow<span style="font-size: 0.7em;">(Patent Pending)</span>.<br><br>What's a Sword-Bow<span style="font-size: 0.7em;">(Patent Pending)</span>?<br><br>Well, it's a Bow... That is like a Sword.<br><br>Or is it a Sword that's like a Bow?<br><br>No, definitely a Sword-like Bow. Otherwise it would be called Bow-Sword. Not Sword-Bow<span style="font-size: 0.7em;">(Patent Pending)</span>.<br><br>Probably be easier for you to understand once I make the thing<br><br>And what the heck's with those "<span style="font-size: 0.7em;">(Patent Pending)</span>" that keeps appearing every time I say "Sword-Bow<span style="font-size: 0.7em;">(Patent Pending)</span>"?<br><br>GAH! There it is again!<br><br>The system better have a good reason for that.<br><br>...<br><br>...<br><br>Back to the story.<br><br>After selling off the bones, I went to purchase some crafting materials from player merchants. Metal ores, pre-refined metal bars, wood, feathers (to make arrows), some screws and some strips of spring steel (which I would make myself, but they require a higher Blacksmithing level to make).<br><br>When I was done, I found an empty corner of town to set-up my furnace and started making myself some copper arrows.<br><br>Not for any actual need to make arrows, since it would probably be cheaper to just buy the damn things, but to increase my Blacksmithing level and to get used to blacksmithing.<br><br>I spent hours while logged off (shortly after killing the Wolf Queen) working on the design for this weapon. It would be silly to fail because of insufficient experience. (I'm not kidding here, I actually had to spend some time considering how to make this)<br><br>By the time I was confident enough, my Blacksmithing level had reached Beginner level 2.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*Okay, here goes nothing.*</span><br><br>First, I need to create the center part of the bow, the "core". This is where all of the power in the bow is going to come from. Not only that, I have to make sure that it doesn't prevent the "sword" part of the wepaon from working properly. For that, I need to make it strong enough so that only the upper limits of my strength will be able to draw the bow.<br><br>To create the core, I first took two 17-inch long 2-inch thick strips of the strongest wood I could get and glue them together with a strip of spring steel in between. After this, I carefully carved the block into a cylindrical shape. The glue is strong, but it probably won't be able to hold the wood together under stress. Which was one of the reasons I bought the screws.<br><br>Next up was the "hilt" which was going to hold the core and the lower limb together. I heated up a piece of copper and hammered it into a circular plate and punched a hole in the center. After which, I took a 7-inch hollow bronze pipe and stuck it through the hole, with most of it sticking out of the bottom side of the hilt, and only 2-and-a-half-inches sticking out the top. When the copper plate cooled down, it contracted and fused permanently with the bronze pipe.<br><br>I punched two small holes at the protruding part of the top half of the hilt, and, with screws, attached it to the core I just made. The lower limb, or the "handle" of the weapon was attached in a similar manner to the bottom half of the hilt.<br><br>The lower limb was, quite simply, a almost straight, slightly curved sword handle. Carved from a length of hard wood, this 25-inch handle is what I will be holding as I fire the bow. A small hole was drilled into the lower end of the handle for the bowstring.<br><br>The final part of the weapon was the blade that will be the upper limb of the bow. Hammered from a single piece of bronze, this 30-inch handspan-wide curved blade will be the first in what will probably be a long line of blade designs for the Sword-Bow<span style="font-size: 0.7em;">(Patent Pending)</span>". At the bottom of the blade was a short pole that was part of the original bronze bar that I had left unhammered, and near the top was a small hole I punched for the bowstring.<br><br>Attaching the blade to the core was a different story than attaching the hilt. But it was similar to how I had fused the hilt to the bronze pipe.<br><br>Carefully heating a length of bronze pipe until it expended <span style="font-style: italic;">juuuust</span> enough, I quickly stuck one end onto the pole of the blade and the other onto the upper end of the core.<br><br>The finished product looks like an oddly shaped bronze scimitar, with a much longer handle than the usual one-handed grip.<br><br>I sighed in relief when the attached bowstring just barely touched the hilt, which was the reason I had to the handle with a slight curve.<br><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center;">Your Blacksmithing Level has increased!</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center;">Bronze Sword-Bow<span style="font-size: 0.7em;">(Patent Pending)</span>:<br><br>Durability: 79/79<br>Damage: 9-11<br><br>The brainchild of an ambitious Archer, this weapon was designed to be both a sword and a bow at the same time. While the odd shape makes it harder to use than a regular bow or sword, it's nothing a little skill won't fix.<br><br>Equip:<br>+12 DEX<br>+12 STR<br>+5 CHA<br>Slightly lowered accuracy<br><br>The following bonuses can only be seen by players who have the "Bow Bash ability":<br>+20% Increased damage with the "Bow Bash" skill.<br>+10% chance to knockback/stun with the "Bow Bash" skill.<br>Slower durability loss when using the "Bow Bash" skill.<br>Damage type for "Bow Bash" is changed from blunt to slicing.<br><br>Limits:<br>Level 10<br>DEX 40+<br>STR 50+</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br>(Do these stats look right to you? I'm not sure. Also note that this is meant to be a heavy bow, hence STR req &gt; DEX req)<br><br><br><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*I'm probably going to make one with iron in a few levels, but I'm so glad that the prototype turned out well... Hrm??*</span><br><br><br><br><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center;">*New Quest:<br><br>Patent Pending<br><br>You have created a new kind of weapon. To protect your intellectual rights, it is recomended that you register this weapon at the patenting office in Rhesta.<br><br>Quest Objective:<br>Register your weapon at the patenting office in Rhesta.<br><br>Quest Failure:<br>None<br><br>Quest Difficulty: F<br><br>Quest Requirement: <br>Must have invented an object.<br><br>Quest Reward:<br>Commision will be given everytime someone produces a similar product.<br>+ Fame</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><br>"Accept Quest."<br><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center;">Quest Accepted!</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*Guess that explains the whole "<span style="font-size: 0.7em;">(Patent Pending)</span>" stuff.*</span><br><br>Now to test out the weapon.<br><br>And what better place to test out a bow than the Archer's Guild?<br><br><br><br>"Welco- Oh it's you again." It was the same receptionist as before. "Weren't you supposed to jump into a river and die?"<br><br>"YOU WERE SERIOUS?!?"<br><br>"Of course! A weirdo like you has no reason to be alive."<br><br>"I don't want to be called a weirdo by a "Dere-Tsun" girl."<br><br>"What the heck's a "Dere-Tsun"?"<br><br>"It's a person who acts all "Dere-dere" to most people, but acts all "Tsun-tsun" to the one she likes."<br><br>"WHAT THE FUCK! You saying I like you?!?!?! You're not even wearing a shirt right now! Besides aren't you supposed to be a pervert who's uncomfortable around women."<br><br>"Ah... I don't have a problem around you since I don't find you attractive anymore."<br><br>"WHAT THE HELL! I'm plenty attractive! If I wasn't working right now I'd be bashing you up!"<br><br>"Such an unrefined delinquent... How could you possibly be attractive... I must have been blind. Furthermore, you can't even afford to pay for the lessons and exams. Need this big bro to help you pay for your tuition?"<br><br>"WHO'S MY BIG BRO! Besides, I already managed to save up enough money! In fact my lessons will start later today!"<br><br>"Oh-hoh... My little sister's all grown up."<br><br>"FUCK YOU! What the heck are you doing back here anyway! Didn't you already finish your quest!?"<br><br>"Yes yes.. I just wanted to use the the practice targets to test out a few things."<br><br>"Tch... Go through that door over there and go to the door at the end of the corridor."<br><br>"Thanks..."<br><br>"Hope you get shot by an arrow and die."<br><br>...<br><br>...<br><br>...<br><br>Looks like we just don't get along.<br><br>**********************************************************<br><br><br>The practice area was a lush green field with targets placed at varying distances and heights. Despite it's large size, it wasn't nearly as crowded as the Training Hall was, since only Archers visited this place, and most of them were groups of trainees accompanied by an instructor.<br><br>After drawing some practice arrows from a pile, I went to stand in front of one of the closer targets.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Creeaak!</span><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*As expected, this bow is harder to draw.*</span><br><br>Not only did it require more strength, but the grip had to be placed at an awkward position since the upper limb was much longer than the lower limb.<br><br>When I fired a shot, it went way off target, and the second shot landed in pretty much the same area as the first.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*So it's not that the bow is inaccurate, but rather it's a calibration issue.*</span><br><br>Changing the angle of my wrist, I tried firing again, and the arrow landed much closer to the target.<br><br>After that I kept trying different things to hit the target. From twisting my wrist, to changing the position of my hand, to changing the spot I nock my arrow on, until I could consistantly hit the target.<br><br>Soon I found myself shooting targets that were farther away and/or at a higher position.<br><br>When I was satisfied, I went to collect the arrows I fired in order to return them.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*Now, it's time to test the weapon out in the field.*</span><br><br>"Huuuh? What are you still doing here?"<br><br>That voice...<br><br>It's her again...<br><br>I turned around to see the receptionist wearing a long leather tunic and carrying a practice bow. Next to her was the instructor I had borrowed the practice arrows from.<br><br>"Yes, yes. I'm just about to leave. I won't interupt your lesson."<br><br>"Actually..." The instructor interupted me as I was about to leave. "I was wondering if you could give Milia here a few pointers."<br><br>""HUUUUUUUH!!!""<br><br>"Why must I learn anything from this mustache-otaku pervert!"<br><br>"Why must I teach anything to this rude unattractive delinquent woman!"<br><br>"Milia.... Listen, Notrem here just killed a boss-level monster. Not only did he do it with beginner level equipment, but it was the very first monster he fought."<br><br>"Meh, &nbsp;must have been some weak-ass boss then."<br><br>"Actually it was over ten times his level."<br><br>...<br><br>...<br><br>...<br><br>She had nothing to say.<br><br>"And Notrem, Milia might not look it, but personally I see great potential in her."<br><br>"... Well, it's not that I'm unwilling to teach her, but it's just that the two of us are completely incompatible."<br><br>"WE'RE NOT TRYING TO GET MARRIED HERE! What are you talking about compatibility!"<br><br>"No, I mean, just from our personalities alone, I can tell that we will have completely different fighting styles."<br><br>"Don't worry about that. It's not like I'm asking you to go in detail. I juust want you to teach her the basics."<br><br>"... I guess I could give her a quick lesson on how to shoot."<br><br>"ARE YOU LOOKING DOWN ON ME! Of course I know how to shoot!"<br><br>"Have you ever held a bow before in your life before Royal Road?"<br><br>"... No... but-"<br><br>"Then you wouldn't know the proper form required to shoot accurately. This is something I learned recently as well. I just want to teach you this. You won't use it much in actual combat since it takes too long, but it'll be useful to at least know it."<br><br>"Alright... Fine."<br><br>I borrowed a practice bow from the instructor.<br><br>"Now follow me. Stand with your side facing the target. Your feet should be slightly angled and spread to around shoulder-width. The tip of your two big toes should be aligned with the target."<br><br>Both of us took our positions in front of our target.<br><br>"From this point on, try to blink as little as possible as you keep an eye on your target. Nock your arrow, but don't draw your bow yet... Raise your bow just above your head, facing forwards, and slowly draw as you bring it down. Draw mostly with your front arm, your back arm is meant for aiming, not for power. Your arrow should stop at just about the height of your nose."<br><br>"By now the enemy would have killed us."<br><br>"Like I said, this is just the basic form. Now shut up and listen. I want you to take a deep breath in.. Don't worry about your chest, it's not that big."<br><br>"HEY!"<br><br>"What did I say about shutting up. Now hold your breath... Take as long as you want to aim... And when you're ready, release your arrow. But try not to break eye contact until your arrow hits. Now, whenever you're ready."<br><br>Ten seconds later, Milia released her arrow. And with a "<span style="font-style: italic;">Thud</span>" sound, it hit dead center.<br><br>"BULLSEYE!!! HahA! I'm a GENIUS!"<br><br>She's not wrong. Although the target was one of the closer ones, it was still much farther than the one I fired at at the Training Hall.<br><br>But...<br><br>You're still a noob compared to me.<br><br>"Ish-i"<br><br>Almost a full half-minute after Milia fired her arrow, I let mine loose.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size: 0.75em;"><span style="font-size: 0.7em;">THUD!</span></span></span><br><br>It hit the farthest target in there was in the practice area.<br><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center;">Skill Learned!<br><br>Vision:<br><br>Increases the distance a player can see.<br><br>At high levels, the player will be able to zoom in on far away targets. Especially useful for ranged characters.</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>**************************************************************<br><br>Author's Notes:<br><br>Hello people or Royal Road.<br><br>Thanks once again for reading my fanfic.<br><br>(bow)<br><br>I was worried for a moment when my file was corrupted, but it took less time than expected to re-write what was lost :)<br><br>For those of you who read my submission thread, here's the promised chapter where Notrem finally invents a weapon.<br><br>As always, any and all comments are welcome. </div>

# Patent Pending *Finally made it back to town.* Well, "finally" might not be the right word. After the tough battle, the town was actually surprisingly easy to find once I got out of the glade, which makes me wonder how I managed to get lost back there. *I got some good returns from that fight. Bow Bash and Lunge will definitely prove to be useful. I even managed to get my repair skill up to Intermediate level 1 in the end.  The loots, on the other hand...* Truth be told, it's not that the loot was bad, but rather they were useless. Not only was there no equipment dropped, but bones that dropped were useless to an Archer. They were too big (and of the wrong shape) to make a bow out of, and armor made from them would be of the "Plate Armor" type, which I couldn't use. The pelt, however, could be used to make some clothing in the future, and the teeth and claws can be used for arrows. "BUYING RABBIT PELTS HERE!" "BEST BEGINNER EQUIPMENT YOU'LL FIND IN TOWN!" "GOING ON AN ADVENTURE? BUY SOME POTIONS TO KEEP YOU ALIVE!" The marketplace was as crowded as ever. Player merchants and craftsmen were all over the place selling their wares. Not only were they allowed to set up a stall at any part of the marketplace, they didn't even need a get a liscense. As such, there were even newbies around trying to sell off their old, out-leveled equipment to other newbies. The only limitation, if it could be considered one, is that only NPCs could own a storehouse (as opposed to simply selling things on the street). It was one of these NPC blacksmiths that I went to to sell my loot. Even though players, in general, offered better prices, NPCs were able to do something that no player could. Klank! Klank! "HElloO!! HELLO!!" Seems like he can't hear me. "HEY!" I walked closer to tap the young blacksmith on the shoulder. "Huh?" "WOAH!" The blacksmith suddenly turned around while still holding a red-hot sword in his tongs, nearly disemboweling me. "Woaahh... Careful there. I don't want to have to close down because of that." *YOU BE CAREFUL!* "So what can I do for you? Is there something you're looking for? Want something made." "No, actually I was wondering if you wanted to buy some crafting materials I just found." "Eeehhhhh... I guess I can. Probably time to start making higher leveled equipment." Before he even finished his sentece, I began to take the bones out of my inventory and arranged them on the floor of his shop. Which was not easy, by the way, since the skull itself took up a sizable portion of his shop. "Amazing! These are huge!" The blacksmith exclaimed as he examined a leg bone. "Just this bone alone is enough to for me to craft a lance out of!" "Hehe... So, you want them?" "Yes! But..." (sigh) "I can't afford them. All my gold would probably only pay for half of these." "Tell you what, I'll sell these to you for half price. But in return, you teach me Blacksmithing, and give me that portable furnace I see over there." That last bit was on the spur of the moment. Those things were expensive, but would definitely come in handy in my journey. "Hrm.... Alright, you have a deal." | Skill Learned!Blacksmithing:Depending on the skill level, the requirements on equips go down by 2 percent or more. If you have mastered the skill of a blacksmith to master level, you can wear the   items of other professions despite limitations. | | --- | Getting those bones off my hands was a big relief. Those things were seriously heavy! Even though I put most of my points into strength, they were a pain to carry around. ??? You're asking why I, as an Archer, am putting most of my points into strength? Well, for one, if there's anything that I learned with my run-in with the Wolf Queen, it was that I'm going to need a heavier bow with a more powerful draw if I'm going to have to pierce the armor of  other bosses. And the loss of the speed that would be granted by the DEX stat wouldn't really affect me too much, since I was more of a "Aim and Shoot" kind of Archer, as opposed to a "Shoot like Crazy" type. For two, I was going to need strength if I'm going to use the weapon that I'm going to make in my little project. No, not a Science project. An Engineering project. The difference. Well, take for example the following statement: "We can't throw this huge rock over that huge wall to hit the people inside that huge town." The response that Science would give is: "Because Gravity will prevent you from lifting that rock." And hence discover Gravity. But the response that Engineering would give is: "CATAPULT, BITCHES!" And hence invent a badass catapult. It is the difference between asking "Why?" and "Why not?" So take the following thought I had, not long after I learned the "Bow Bash" skill. *Too bad the Bow isn't really an efficient melee weapon.* I looked at it as an Engineer and said: "Sword-Bow(Patent Pending)". That's right. Sword-freaking-Bow(Patent Pending). What's a Sword-Bow(Patent Pending)? Well, it's a Bow... That is like a Sword. Or is it a Sword that's like a Bow? No, definitely a Sword-like Bow. Otherwise it would be called Bow-Sword. Not Sword-Bow(Patent Pending). Probably be easier for you to understand once I make the thing And what the heck's with those "(Patent Pending)" that keeps appearing every time I say "Sword-Bow(Patent Pending)"? GAH! There it is again! The system better have a good reason for that. ... ... Back to the story. After selling off the bones, I went to purchase some crafting materials from player merchants. Metal ores, pre-refined metal bars, wood, feathers (to make arrows), some screws and some strips of spring steel (which I would make myself, but they require a higher Blacksmithing level to make). When I was done, I found an empty corner of town to set-up my furnace and started making myself some copper arrows. Not for any actual need to make arrows, since it would probably be cheaper to just buy the damn things, but to increase my Blacksmithing level and to get used to blacksmithing. I spent hours while logged off (shortly after killing the Wolf Queen) working on the design for this weapon. It would be silly to fail because of insufficient experience. (I'm not kidding here, I actually had to spend some time considering how to make this) By the time I was confident enough, my Blacksmithing level had reached Beginner level 2. *Okay, here goes nothing.* First, I need to create the center part of the bow, the "core". This is where all of the power in the bow is going to come from. Not only that, I have to make sure that it doesn't prevent the "sword" part of the wepaon from working properly. For that, I need to make it strong enough so that only the upper limits of my strength will be able to draw the bow. To create the core, I first took two 17-inch long 2-inch thick strips of the strongest wood I could get and glue them together with a strip of spring steel in between. After this, I carefully carved the block into a cylindrical shape. The glue is strong, but it probably won't be able to hold the wood together under stress. Which was one of the reasons I bought the screws. Next up was the "hilt" which was going to hold the core and the lower limb together. I heated up a piece of copper and hammered it into a circular plate and punched a hole in the center. After which, I took a 7-inch hollow bronze pipe and stuck it through the hole, with most of it sticking out of the bottom side of the hilt, and only 2-and-a-half-inches sticking out the top. When the copper plate cooled down, it contracted and fused permanently with the bronze pipe. I punched two small holes at the protruding part of the top half of the hilt, and, with screws, attached it to the core I just made. The lower limb, or the "handle" of the weapon was attached in a similar manner to the bottom half of the hilt. The lower limb was, quite simply, a almost straight, slightly curved sword handle. Carved from a length of hard wood, this 25-inch handle is what I will be holding as I fire the bow. A small hole was drilled into the lower end of the handle for the bowstring. The final part of the weapon was the blade that will be the upper limb of the bow. Hammered from a single piece of bronze, this 30-inch handspan-wide curved blade will be the first in what will probably be a long line of blade designs for the Sword-Bow(Patent Pending)". At the bottom of the blade was a short pole that was part of the original bronze bar that I had left unhammered, and near the top was a small hole I punched for the bowstring. Attaching the blade to the core was a different story than attaching the hilt. But it was similar to how I had fused the hilt to the bronze pipe. Carefully heating a length of bronze pipe until it expended juuuust enough, I quickly stuck one end onto the pole of the blade and the other onto the upper end of the core. The finished product looks like an oddly shaped bronze scimitar, with a much longer handle than the usual one-handed grip. I sighed in relief when the attached bowstring just barely touched the hilt, which was the reason I had to the handle with a slight curve. | Your Blacksmithing Level has increased! | | --- | | Bronze Sword-Bow(Patent Pending):Durability: 79/79Damage: 9-11The brainchild of an ambitious Archer, this weapon was designed to be both a sword and a bow at the same time. While the odd shape makes it harder to use than a regular bow or sword, it's nothing a little skill won't fix.Equip:+12 DEX+12 STR+5 CHASlightly lowered accuracyThe following bonuses can only be seen by players who have the "Bow Bash ability":+20% Increased damage with the "Bow Bash" skill.+10% chance to knockback/stun with the "Bow Bash" skill.Slower durability loss when using the "Bow Bash" skill.Damage type for "Bow Bash" is changed from blunt to slicing.Limits:Level 10DEX 40+STR 50+ | | --- | (Do these stats look right to you? I'm not sure. Also note that this is meant to be a heavy bow, hence STR req > DEX req) *I'm probably going to make one with iron in a few levels, but I'm so glad that the prototype turned out well... Hrm??* | *New Quest:Patent PendingYou have created a new kind of weapon. To protect your intellectual rights, it is recomended that you register this weapon at the patenting office in Rhesta.Quest Objective:Register your weapon at the patenting office in Rhesta.Quest Failure:NoneQuest Difficulty: FQuest Requirement: Must have invented an object.Quest Reward:Commision will be given everytime someone produces a similar product.+ Fame | | --- | "Accept Quest." | Quest Accepted! | | --- | *Guess that explains the whole "(Patent Pending)" stuff.* Now to test out the weapon. And what better place to test out a bow than the Archer's Guild? "Welco- Oh it's you again." It was the same receptionist as before. "Weren't you supposed to jump into a river and die?" "YOU WERE SERIOUS?!?" "Of course! A weirdo like you has no reason to be alive." "I don't want to be called a weirdo by a "Dere-Tsun" girl." "What the heck's a "Dere-Tsun"?" "It's a person who acts all "Dere-dere" to most people, but acts all "Tsun-tsun" to the one she likes." "WHAT THE FUCK! You saying I like you?!?!?! You're not even wearing a shirt right now! Besides aren't you supposed to be a pervert who's uncomfortable around women." "Ah... I don't have a problem around you since I don't find you attractive anymore." "WHAT THE HELL! I'm plenty attractive! If I wasn't working right now I'd be bashing you up!" "Such an unrefined delinquent... How could you possibly be attractive... I must have been blind. Furthermore, you can't even afford to pay for the lessons and exams. Need this big bro to help you pay for your tuition?" "WHO'S MY BIG BRO! Besides, I already managed to save up enough money! In fact my lessons will start later today!" "Oh-hoh... My little sister's all grown up." "FUCK YOU! What the heck are you doing back here anyway! Didn't you already finish your quest!?" "Yes yes.. I just wanted to use the the practice targets to test out a few things." "Tch... Go through that door over there and go to the door at the end of the corridor." "Thanks..." "Hope you get shot by an arrow and die." ... ... ... Looks like we just don't get along. ********************************************************** The practice area was a lush green field with targets placed at varying distances and heights. Despite it's large size, it wasn't nearly as crowded as the Training Hall was, since only Archers visited this place, and most of them were groups of trainees accompanied by an instructor. After drawing some practice arrows from a pile, I went to stand in front of one of the closer targets. Creeaak! *As expected, this bow is harder to draw.* Not only did it require more strength, but the grip had to be placed at an awkward position since the upper limb was much longer than the lower limb. When I fired a shot, it went way off target, and the second shot landed in pretty much the same area as the first. *So it's not that the bow is inaccurate, but rather it's a calibration issue.* Changing the angle of my wrist, I tried firing again, and the arrow landed much closer to the target. After that I kept trying different things to hit the target. From twisting my wrist, to changing the position of my hand, to changing the spot I nock my arrow on, until I could consistantly hit the target. Soon I found myself shooting targets that were farther away and/or at a higher position. When I was satisfied, I went to collect the arrows I fired in order to return them. *Now, it's time to test the weapon out in the field.* "Huuuh? What are you still doing here?" That voice... It's her again... I turned around to see the receptionist wearing a long leather tunic and carrying a practice bow. Next to her was the instructor I had borrowed the practice arrows from. "Yes, yes. I'm just about to leave. I won't interupt your lesson." "Actually..." The instructor interupted me as I was about to leave. "I was wondering if you could give Milia here a few pointers." ""HUUUUUUUH!!!"" "Why must I learn anything from this mustache-otaku pervert!" "Why must I teach anything to this rude unattractive delinquent woman!" "Milia.... Listen, Notrem here just killed a boss-level monster. Not only did he do it with beginner level equipment, but it was the very first monster he fought." "Meh,  must have been some weak-ass boss then." "Actually it was over ten times his level." ... ... ... She had nothing to say. "And Notrem, Milia might not look it, but personally I see great potential in her." "... Well, it's not that I'm unwilling to teach her, but it's just that the two of us are completely incompatible." "WE'RE NOT TRYING TO GET MARRIED HERE! What are you talking about compatibility!" "No, I mean, just from our personalities alone, I can tell that we will have completely different fighting styles." "Don't worry about that. It's not like I'm asking you to go in detail. I juust want you to teach her the basics." "... I guess I could give her a quick lesson on how to shoot." "ARE YOU LOOKING DOWN ON ME! Of course I know how to shoot!" "Have you ever held a bow before in your life before Royal Road?" "... No... but-" "Then you wouldn't know the proper form required to shoot accurately. This is something I learned recently as well. I just want to teach you this. You won't use it much in actual combat since it takes too long, but it'll be useful to at least know it." "Alright... Fine." I borrowed a practice bow from the instructor. "Now follow me. Stand with your side facing the target. Your feet should be slightly angled and spread to around shoulder-width. The tip of your two big toes should be aligned with the target." Both of us took our positions in front of our target. "From this point on, try to blink as little as possible as you keep an eye on your target. Nock your arrow, but don't draw your bow yet... Raise your bow just above your head, facing forwards, and slowly draw as you bring it down. Draw mostly with your front arm, your back arm is meant for aiming, not for power. Your arrow should stop at just about the height of your nose." "By now the enemy would have killed us." "Like I said, this is just the basic form. Now shut up and listen. I want you to take a deep breath in.. Don't worry about your chest, it's not that big." "HEY!" "What did I say about shutting up. Now hold your breath... Take as long as you want to aim... And when you're ready, release your arrow. But try not to break eye contact until your arrow hits. Now, whenever you're ready." Ten seconds later, Milia released her arrow. And with a "Thud" sound, it hit dead center. "BULLSEYE!!! HahA! I'm a GENIUS!" She's not wrong. Although the target was one of the closer ones, it was still much farther than the one I fired at at the Training Hall. But... You're still a noob compared to me. "Ish-i" Almost a full half-minute after Milia fired her arrow, I let mine loose. THUD! It hit the farthest target in there was in the practice area. | Skill Learned!Vision:Increases the distance a player can see.At high levels, the player will be able to zoom in on far away targets. Especially useful for ranged characters. | | --- | ************************************************************** Author's Notes: Hello people or Royal Road. Thanks once again for reading my fanfic. (bow) I was worried for a moment when my file was corrupted, but it took less time than expected to re-write what was lost :) For those of you who read my submission thread, here's the promised chapter where Notrem finally invents a weapon. As always, any and all comments are welcome.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Necromancer<br>A Royal Road Fan Fiction<br>By: Halosty<br>Chapter 16<br><br><br> Quietus was feeling much better. His stress levels were down significantly after doing his quest, and he’d made progress in some other areas. Now all he had to do was turn his quest in. For most people, it would be a simple matter of visiting the person who gave them the quest, but in his case, it was a bit more complicated. The goal was the same, but the practical application had to be carried out differently.<br><br> He remembered the last time he had done an assassination quest... and decided he’d rather avoid any unnecessary deaths at the hands of city guards. He was confident in his ability to avoid suspicion on the streets, but if he happened upon a wary gate guard, he could be in trouble. Thus, he decided to put his new climbing skill to use, and go over the wall into the city.<br><br> That was what he had decided. Now he stood at the bottom of the wall and admired its construction. Very nice even work. Very smooth. Also, very terrible for climbing. He didn’t appreciate that part. He made some effort, but couldn’t even get off the ground- there was just nothing he could hold on to. Well, at least he’d be able to get over the consequences of death by guard quickly...<br><br> Quietus approached the gate, disguised, of course. He did his best to appear like he belonged, as if he were an adventurer coming back from an outing. The guards were certainly used to that. It helped significantly that he <span style="font-style: italic;">was</span> technically an adventurer doing just that. Perhaps not the most upright of outings, but details were unimportant. <br><br> Having had experience being in trouble at various points, Quietus knew that looking guilty was the worst thing you could do. Next worst was looking like you were trying not to look guilty. So Quietus threw on his best innocent face. It helped that he didn’t feel like he’d done anything really wrong- it was just part of the game. Then the moment of truth came.<br><br> Quietus walked past the guard who appeared to be almost asleep, standing up. It’s a good thing they weren’t expecting a lot of criminals or an attack on the city... but now he felt silly for being worried.<br><br> He found his way back to the assassin’s guild via a shortcut he liked to call “the main streets”. Much less suspicious than darting around in alleyways. Quietus thought he heard someone pass by him, but when he looked, no one was there. It was probably his cloak blowing in the wind.<br><br> He entered the door, and went to see Frank, as usual. Frank was behind his desk. Quietus wondered if he ever slept, since as an NPC he would have to sleep sometime... probably.<br><br> Frank looked up from his papers, then smiled. “How’d the job go?”<br><br>“Better than the last one,” he said, as he handed over the ring.<br><br>“No tripping this time?” Frank grinned... or at least, it could be called something like that. Perhaps closer to a smirk. Quietus felt it was intended to be friendly.<br><br>“No. It went much better.”<br><br>“Good.” Frank picked up a small purse that had been sitting on his desk. “Here’s your reward.”<br><br><br>*Ting*<br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You completed the quest.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have gained a level!<br>You have gained a level!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>This time, he gained two levels. However, he hadn’t gotten enough experience to level from killing Lupin, so it went about the same as his last job... minus the death.<br><br> Quietus figured it was a good time for a break from <del>murdering people</del> questing so he decided he would do a bit of <del>murdering animals</del> hunting before logging off.<br><br> He decided to experiment with his abilities on rabbits. He could consistently kill them in one hit, thanks to his ability to sneak up on them. He would get a critical hit by attacking a weak spot, and the damage of that was amplified by his anatomy skill. Of course, killing rabbits in one shot wasn’t much of a feat, but he also wasn’t particularly high level.<br> Then, he tried using Dark Hand exclusively to kill one. He’d mostly gotten used to the pain this caused to him, and barely felt it. He was quick enough to be able to grab a rabbit while using it. He observes the drain it caused on the health of the rabbit, and it was over in about ten seconds... at the cost of about a quarter of his mana. Not terribly efficient. He tried several more times to be sure of the results. Then...<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>New stat: Sadism</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Sadism<br><br>Your love of pain energizes you. While causing pain and damage, and for a short time thereafter, stamina and mana regeneration increases. You are prohibited from distributing stat bonus points to this stat, and it rises spontaneously, depending on the avatar’s action, especially if you cause ongoing damage to monsters, such as with poisons or bleeding attacks, as well as some critical hits.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Quietus pondered at this stat, but decided he wouldn’t have to worry about it. He couldn’t really influence it anyway, and he did get critical hits, and occasionally used poison.<br><br>He went back to experimenting. He didn’t notice a significant change in the amount of mana he had left when doing the same thing to more rabbits- about 5 or 10 points more regenerated in the time it took, out of about 300. He also got points in sadism for the first few, for some reason.<br><br>Quietus then tested himself on foxes, and critical strikes were just as effective. He did take a decent amount of time to prepare himself for the kills, but they were over quickly. Then, he tried his Dark Hand on a fox.<br><br>The fox bit and clawed at his arm, and he couldn’t keep a grip on it, but he did manage to keep in contact with it, which was enough for the effect of Dark Hand. This was a terribly inefficient method, and he took about half his health in damage from the stupid fox, and used up about three quarters of his mana... which was pretty good, since it took about a minute, so the regeneration seemed to be significant.<br><br>Then, it was late enough that Quietus felt he should log off. He took one final look at his status before doing so.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Name</td><td width="25%">Quietus</td><td width="25%">Primary Class</td><td width="25%">Warlock</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Reputation</td><td width="25%">-200</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health</td><td width="25%">216</td><td width="25%">Mana</td><td width="25%">326</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Level</td><td colspan="3">15</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Strength</td><td width="25%">11</td><td width="25%">Agility</td><td width="25%">45</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Wisdom</td><td width="25%">36</td><td width="25%">Intelligence</td><td width="25%">36</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Stamina</td><td width="25%">30</td><td width="25%">Vitality</td><td width="25%">11</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Luck</td><td width="25%">45</td><td width="25%">Sadism</td><td width="25%">9</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>So far, his stats were progressing nicely. 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Necromancer A Royal Road Fan Fiction By: Halosty Chapter 16 Quietus was feeling much better. His stress levels were down significantly after doing his quest, and he’d made progress in some other areas. Now all he had to do was turn his quest in. For most people, it would be a simple matter of visiting the person who gave them the quest, but in his case, it was a bit more complicated. The goal was the same, but the practical application had to be carried out differently. He remembered the last time he had done an assassination quest... and decided he’d rather avoid any unnecessary deaths at the hands of city guards. He was confident in his ability to avoid suspicion on the streets, but if he happened upon a wary gate guard, he could be in trouble. Thus, he decided to put his new climbing skill to use, and go over the wall into the city. That was what he had decided. Now he stood at the bottom of the wall and admired its construction. Very nice even work. Very smooth. Also, very terrible for climbing. He didn’t appreciate that part. He made some effort, but couldn’t even get off the ground- there was just nothing he could hold on to. Well, at least he’d be able to get over the consequences of death by guard quickly... Quietus approached the gate, disguised, of course. He did his best to appear like he belonged, as if he were an adventurer coming back from an outing. The guards were certainly used to that. It helped significantly that he was technically an adventurer doing just that. Perhaps not the most upright of outings, but details were unimportant. Having had experience being in trouble at various points, Quietus knew that looking guilty was the worst thing you could do. Next worst was looking like you were trying not to look guilty. So Quietus threw on his best innocent face. It helped that he didn’t feel like he’d done anything really wrong- it was just part of the game. Then the moment of truth came. Quietus walked past the guard who appeared to be almost asleep, standing up. It’s a good thing they weren’t expecting a lot of criminals or an attack on the city... but now he felt silly for being worried. He found his way back to the assassin’s guild via a shortcut he liked to call “the main streets”. Much less suspicious than darting around in alleyways. Quietus thought he heard someone pass by him, but when he looked, no one was there. It was probably his cloak blowing in the wind. He entered the door, and went to see Frank, as usual. Frank was behind his desk. Quietus wondered if he ever slept, since as an NPC he would have to sleep sometime... probably. Frank looked up from his papers, then smiled. “How’d the job go?” “Better than the last one,” he said, as he handed over the ring. “No tripping this time?” Frank grinned... or at least, it could be called something like that. Perhaps closer to a smirk. Quietus felt it was intended to be friendly. “No. It went much better.” “Good.” Frank picked up a small purse that had been sitting on his desk. “Here’s your reward.” *Ting* | You completed the quest. | | --- | | You have gained a level!You have gained a level! | | --- | This time, he gained two levels. However, he hadn’t gotten enough experience to level from killing Lupin, so it went about the same as his last job... minus the death. Quietus figured it was a good time for a break from ~~murdering people~~ questing so he decided he would do a bit of ~~murdering animals~~ hunting before logging off. He decided to experiment with his abilities on rabbits. He could consistently kill them in one hit, thanks to his ability to sneak up on them. He would get a critical hit by attacking a weak spot, and the damage of that was amplified by his anatomy skill. Of course, killing rabbits in one shot wasn’t much of a feat, but he also wasn’t particularly high level. Then, he tried using Dark Hand exclusively to kill one. He’d mostly gotten used to the pain this caused to him, and barely felt it. He was quick enough to be able to grab a rabbit while using it. He observes the drain it caused on the health of the rabbit, and it was over in about ten seconds... at the cost of about a quarter of his mana. Not terribly efficient. He tried several more times to be sure of the results. Then... | New stat: Sadism | | --- | | SadismYour love of pain energizes you. While causing pain and damage, and for a short time thereafter, stamina and mana regeneration increases. You are prohibited from distributing stat bonus points to this stat, and it rises spontaneously, depending on the avatar’s action, especially if you cause ongoing damage to monsters, such as with poisons or bleeding attacks, as well as some critical hits. | | --- | Quietus pondered at this stat, but decided he wouldn’t have to worry about it. He couldn’t really influence it anyway, and he did get critical hits, and occasionally used poison. He went back to experimenting. He didn’t notice a significant change in the amount of mana he had left when doing the same thing to more rabbits- about 5 or 10 points more regenerated in the time it took, out of about 300. He also got points in sadism for the first few, for some reason. Quietus then tested himself on foxes, and critical strikes were just as effective. He did take a decent amount of time to prepare himself for the kills, but they were over quickly. Then, he tried his Dark Hand on a fox. The fox bit and clawed at his arm, and he couldn’t keep a grip on it, but he did manage to keep in contact with it, which was enough for the effect of Dark Hand. This was a terribly inefficient method, and he took about half his health in damage from the stupid fox, and used up about three quarters of his mana... which was pretty good, since it took about a minute, so the regeneration seemed to be significant. Then, it was late enough that Quietus felt he should log off. He took one final look at his status before doing so. | Name | Quietus | Primary Class | Warlock | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Reputation | -200 | | Health | 216 | Mana | 326 | | Level | 15 | | | | Strength | 11 | Agility | 45 | | Wisdom | 36 | Intelligence | 36 | | Stamina | 30 | Vitality | 11 | | Luck | 45 | Sadism | 9 | So far, his stats were progressing nicely. Then, he logged off. He would have a busy day tomorrow. 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<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> A cool wind blew threw out the outer reaches of the Northern Mountain City, carrying with it the various smells of the surrounding.<br><br>“Sniff. Sniff! Smell that?” A dwarf scout asked another. <br><br>..a pungent smell interwoven with another fragrant one. It were as if one were intentionally trying to conceal the horrid scent. <br><br>“Sound the horns! ATTACK! ATTACK! They are coming! It’s the worst one yet! Thousands!”<br><br>Dwarven soldiers immediately ran out of their barracks and began equipping armor and weapons that were littered everywhere. One by one they took positions by the arrowslits till everyone was in position. Only silence prevailed, if they tried hard enough, those with keen ears could hear hisses and a padded march. If sounds were an indication of anything, then this was the largest kobold attack yet. Since the past year or so, they had been showing signs of restlessness, it seemed like the monsters had finally revealed their true nature. <br><br>The dwarf soldiers looked nervous, their biggest enemy was not the enemy in front of them, but the enemy they could not see. In pitch darkness, they were at an absolute disadvantage. Dwarves are likeable to moles, always digging away in the ground. Blind but with a good sense of smell. The kobolds on the other hand are lizard like, keen vision even in the darkness, strong sense of smell and with virtually no other known weakness other than their lack of brains.<br><br>Nigel smiled, he had been preparing for war against the kobolds. With a decree from royalty, he received over two thousand soldiers to end the kobold village in Northern Mountain City and to spare no kobold. Though, the dwarven community treasured and respected those with money, Kendelbreu’s wealth made all act in strange ways. Thus, Nigel was endowed with soldiers of the city.<br><br>A single flaming arrow was launched towards the ceiling like a flare, for the purpose of illuminating the cave. The dwarves regretted ever doing so, the sheer number of monsters was overwhelming. Nigel’s smile and confidence disappeared. It was not just kobolds but a whole bunch of other monsters ranging from bats to the dreaded black scorpions. An attack on the fort was not unusual for the dwarves. What made this attack terrifying was its sheer magnitude which was unimaginable and completely beyond expectations. It was an abnormality for the monsters to cooperate in such a fashion. <br><br>Looking beyond the size of the attack, there was another abnormality...monsters would usually attack mindlessly. However, the monsters here were march in battalions. The stupid kobold’s were decked in armor and equipped with weapons. The aggressive black scorpions which would kill any creature onsight were being used as a ride by the kobolds. The bats too were flying at the same pace of the other monsters marching. <br><br>All this could only be explained by the assumption a larger more devilish force was at work. An enemy so powerful, that it could assume control over the legions of monsters of the forbidden caves without making its presence known. An enemy so powerful, that it could make even the black scorpion bow to its wishes.<br><br>As the flaming arrow which was stuck to the ceiling of the cave died out so did the dwarven morale. The dwarves were completely surrounded from all sides, in darkness amongst monsters. All awaiting their doom silently.<br><br>In a coordinated manner, the kobold’s regiment first moved forward.<br><br>“Hold steady!” Nigel shouted as he looked undaunted by the horde of kobold’s approaching.<br><br>“Steady!” repeated the captains. The dwarves had to wait for the enemy to approach closer before they could attack them. Unlike other taller races, dwarves had to content themselves with shorter bows suited for their body, thus reducing their effective range.<br><br>“Aim.” Shouted Nigel as he raised his hand.<br><br>“FIRE!” shouted the captains as he dropped his hand.<br><br>Raising their shields, the kobolds were pounded with a wave of arrows. One after another, their shields were battered with swift arrows concealed by the darkness. But no matter how many arrows, hit the shield, the shield’s did not break. The arrow’s only marginally slowed down the inevitable Kobold march.<br><br>Nigel fumed as he noticed the equipment refused to give away. Even if a single warrior fell the formation would break exposing weakness. However, Weed’s unnaturally high dexterity meant that equipment he manufactured for the Kobold’s by default came with high durability. Even the lowest of the low grade weapons he made were highly durable. The captains of each squad nervously looked at Nigel, hoping for a change of tactics....<br><br>“Keep at it!” Nigel motioned, his dwarven pride could not accept that Kobold’s were capable of acquiring weapons and shields of such high caliber. No dwarf would sell such excellent items to an enemy. It was completely forbidden to provide monsters with weapons, even if they were civilized Kobolds. Once a monster always a monster. Nigel swore under his breath as the relentlessly durable shields refused to give way. <br><br>“Put some back into it!” Nigel shouted to his squads who were now running low on their stock of arrows for their short bows. <br><br>“Reinforce with the wind! By Vayu’s grace! FIRE!” Nigel shouted as he remembered the elemental god. This was their last option, the enemy was within range and there was nothing more that could be done to hold them at bay till reinforcements arrived.<br><br>The arrows zipped away much faster than before, as if they were forcefully pushed by an unnatural force. The Kobolds were completely caught unawares, the shields lacked any type of elemental resistance. The once seemingly impossible to destroy shields were developing cracks. Some arrows hit the shields with such a great impact that the kobold holding it fell to the ground on impact. Some arrows cut through the shield and killing the user.<br><br>The dwarves cheered as the created gaps in the kobold’s formation. Quickly reloading their bows, the dwarves took aim again. However, the Kobold’s were quick to regroup and closely knit their formation together again, leaving behind their injured kin to their deaths. As if void of all emotion of comradeship, the continued moving towards the fort.<br><br>What seemed like a success, now seemed like a failure, the dwarves frowned. Air element provided the much needed power to their weak attacks however elemental powers consumed a great deal of stamina. They would be unable to launch wave after wave of arrows reinforced with air element. If it were a few waves, of kobolds, then maybe they would have still risked it....but against an entire horde rivalling several thousand in numbers? Running out of stamina would be the last thing they would want.<br><br>Nigel seemed to understand that as he drew out his long hammer. “GET READY FOR THEM!”<br><br>The kobolds were finally upon the fort. <br><br>“Kill! Kill them all!” Mnamanth’s voice rang against the din of clashing swords and roar of pain, anger and fury. Kendelbreu was seen a while ago to quickly enter the donjon before the gate slam closed and has not been seen since. The air was filled with the taste of blood.<br><br>Mnamanth coordinated the kobolds to put up climbing ladders while he himself was at the forefront of the action, underneath the roofed battering ram. Numerous arrows had stuck against it.<br><br>*Slam* *Draw* *Slam* *Slam*<br><br>The rhythmic pounding reverberated. The gate had been groaning for a while though the dwarves had braced it with everything they had. The ironbound gate was not meant to last against a battering ram but a deterrent and intimidation. All soldiers inside the fort now cursed Kendelbreu for his cost saving measures. If the gate fell, all of them would be dead. They began singing their mourning song. For they knew their time has drawn close.<br><br>“Arachnids!” screamed the invisible commander of the legions of monsters.<br>The large scorpions obediently tore down the walls of the fort enabling the kobolds to pour in. The gate crashed down as if on cue. All Kobolds not occupied with climbing the siege ladders flowed through the torn walls. Nigel and his dwarves were awaiting them.<br><br>“FOR THOR!” screamed Nigel as he rushed forth.<br><br>“FOR THOR!” the soldiers screamed as they joined their commander while brandishing their hammers.<br><br>Swords and hammers clashed, shields clanged against each other and the warriors screamed in ecstasy. The dwarves and kobolds stood at the same level, they stared each other in the eye. With swords and shields interlocked they were in a temporary stalemate. In strength both races were on par. The differences lay in their stamina. Dwarves had a large stamina pool and would prefer to drag out a war than end it in a blitz. Kobold’s on the other hand, had much lesser stamina but with quicker regeneration. If the stalemate were to hold, the dwarves had the definite advantage however part of the kobold stamina could be converted into a temporary boost of speed and strength. The lizards hissed and battered their shields against the dwarves. With increased strength, the stalemate was broken and the dwarves were pushed back. <br><br>The dwarf mercenaries and soldiers finally had the chance to kill kobolds. But this was not how they pictured it. The original script had been not dying and winning a glorious battle, rewarding themselves with a good drink. Yet, here it seemed someone tweaked their destiny.<br><br>With less than 100 dwarves left and Nigel nowhere in sight, they were forced to fall back to the donjon. But even then, they donjon’s gate was constructed from cheap wood braced by cheaper iron. Some that in their cowardice broke their contract by surrendering. They were cut down with their pleas ignored. The last memory of the cowards was their own blood gushing forth.<br><br>“No! Please! Spare me! I will give you everything!” screamed Kendelbreu as he was dragged out hiding. Finally caught, the dwarf implored for his life. His privately hired mercenaries had died to the last dwarf. Begging for their life or going out with the last blaze of glory. All of them died. The Kobolds took much more casualty in their effort to take down the fort. But they seem unperturbed to their losses.<br><br>Mnamanth, his white priestly robe dirt bloodied red, ignored Kendelbreu’s pleas. He stepped forward with a large grin on his face and thrusted his sword into Kendelbreu’s heart. It took him a lot of effort since the dwarves has thick muscles. He left the sword lodged, cackling all the way with every inch the sword biting deeper. Kendelbreu who died in agony and horror, seeing with every slow inch the sword thrust into his body was regretting that he failed to lay eyes on his vast wealth for one last time. Thus, Kendelbreu du Cristo, the richest dwarf passed from this world.<br><br>“What have you done!” screamed a hooded figure at the sight of Kendelbreu dying.<br><br>All the other kobold’s immediately dropped their weapons and prostrated in front of the commander of the legion of monsters. <br><br>Mnamanth smiled, “I told yousss not intervene in my fight.”<br><br>“....”<br><br>“You sssent scorpion. You dishonor promise.” Mnamanth hysterically laughed as if he were crazy.<br><br>“...Stupid kobold. So where is the dragon’s scale?” the commander asked.<br><br>“Tisss not here.” Mnamanth replied as he ruffled through the dwarven belongings that lay scattered around. “Thensssss....maybe....he took it?” The kobold whispered to himself.<br><br>“WHO!” boomed the commanders voice.<br><br>The kobold’s trembled in fear. Even Mnamanth cowered in fear. “Hissss name is Weed. He blacksmith make ussss weapons.”<br><br>“And you couldn’t tell me this before?” The commander picked up a sword and thrust it through Mnamanth’s arm. None of the other kobold’s budged even an inch to save their new king. They continued to bow down to the commander. <br><br>“Where is he?” asked the commander as he twisted the sword which was dug into Mnamanth’s arm.<br><br>“Skyholm. Grandfather said he sent him on great shortcut to Skyholm.” Mnamanth whimpered as he wriggled in pain. “Weed elf want to be Theodore’s apprentice!”<br><br>“Theodore…blacksmith..elf...Rodriguez, eh?” muttered the hooded figure in anger as he let go the sword and stomped away.<br><br>“Wait what about us?” Mnamanth asked he tried pulling out the sword.<br><br>“Do whatever you want. I have no interest in your people or stories anymore.” replied the figure as he walked away.<br><br>“AAAAAAAAAAA” screamed a dwarf as he ran towards to the hooded figure with his hammer. It was Nigel who silently lay amongst the dead, biding his time for this moment. He had been waiting for the commander to reveal himself. By using lions roar, he had effectively confused his opponent, by attacking from the back the enemy had no chance to defend. Reinforcing his hammer with elemental power, Nigel was confident he could splatter a black scorpion with this one blow. Even a commander of the legion of the monsters would take significant damage.<br><br>The hooded figure raised his arm up in the air without turning toward’s Nigel and Nigel’s war cry came to an end. A long black thick needle extended from the ground and through Nigel’s throat. <br><br>“Imp..ossible....” Nigel coughed blood before his lifeless body fell to the ground.<br><br>The hooded figure continued to walk away without the slightest care, disappearing into the darkness and reappearing in the shadowy streets of Skyholm…<br><br>-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-<br><br>The stench of death overflowed the caves with air dead and stagnant. A cold mist crept through the blue hued caves. The fire crackled as the torches lit the misty caves. A small group of dwarves made their way through the forbidden caves. They held the torch higher pushing away the darkness, lighting their path and revealing to them the devastation that lay before them... <br><br>One headless dwarf piled on top of another, their bodies soaked crimson in their own blood. As their gaze shifted up, the once strong fort of Nigel lay to complete waste. Walls torn down, insides burnt. And there lay Nigel in the center of it, his corpse pierced through the heart, dangling in mid air held up by the flagpole. It grew colder and those at the site were left numb in shock. <br><br>It wasn’t a war, it was a one sided massacre. The surge of emotions could not be described in words; the dwarves were too deep in shock to grieve for their own brethren loss. As their senses returned to them, the dwarves fell to their knees and cried for their losses. Their mourns could be heard across the forbidden caves till the far reaches of the Northern Mountain City, it was the sign of war to come.<br><br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>Authors Note:<br><br>1. Thank you so much V4LKYR13 for helping out.<br>2. Hope you all like it. See you in 5.10.<br>3. 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A cool wind blew threw out the outer reaches of the Northern Mountain City, carrying with it the various smells of the surrounding. “Sniff. Sniff! Smell that?” A dwarf scout asked another. ..a pungent smell interwoven with another fragrant one. It were as if one were intentionally trying to conceal the horrid scent. “Sound the horns! ATTACK! ATTACK! They are coming! It’s the worst one yet! Thousands!” Dwarven soldiers immediately ran out of their barracks and began equipping armor and weapons that were littered everywhere. One by one they took positions by the arrowslits till everyone was in position. Only silence prevailed, if they tried hard enough, those with keen ears could hear hisses and a padded march. If sounds were an indication of anything, then this was the largest kobold attack yet. Since the past year or so, they had been showing signs of restlessness, it seemed like the monsters had finally revealed their true nature. The dwarf soldiers looked nervous, their biggest enemy was not the enemy in front of them, but the enemy they could not see. In pitch darkness, they were at an absolute disadvantage. Dwarves are likeable to moles, always digging away in the ground. Blind but with a good sense of smell. The kobolds on the other hand are lizard like, keen vision even in the darkness, strong sense of smell and with virtually no other known weakness other than their lack of brains. Nigel smiled, he had been preparing for war against the kobolds. With a decree from royalty, he received over two thousand soldiers to end the kobold village in Northern Mountain City and to spare no kobold. Though, the dwarven community treasured and respected those with money, Kendelbreu’s wealth made all act in strange ways. Thus, Nigel was endowed with soldiers of the city. A single flaming arrow was launched towards the ceiling like a flare, for the purpose of illuminating the cave. The dwarves regretted ever doing so, the sheer number of monsters was overwhelming. Nigel’s smile and confidence disappeared. It was not just kobolds but a whole bunch of other monsters ranging from bats to the dreaded black scorpions. An attack on the fort was not unusual for the dwarves. What made this attack terrifying was its sheer magnitude which was unimaginable and completely beyond expectations. It was an abnormality for the monsters to cooperate in such a fashion. Looking beyond the size of the attack, there was another abnormality...monsters would usually attack mindlessly. However, the monsters here were march in battalions. The stupid kobold’s were decked in armor and equipped with weapons. The aggressive black scorpions which would kill any creature onsight were being used as a ride by the kobolds. The bats too were flying at the same pace of the other monsters marching. All this could only be explained by the assumption a larger more devilish force was at work. An enemy so powerful, that it could assume control over the legions of monsters of the forbidden caves without making its presence known. An enemy so powerful, that it could make even the black scorpion bow to its wishes. As the flaming arrow which was stuck to the ceiling of the cave died out so did the dwarven morale. The dwarves were completely surrounded from all sides, in darkness amongst monsters. All awaiting their doom silently. In a coordinated manner, the kobold’s regiment first moved forward. “Hold steady!” Nigel shouted as he looked undaunted by the horde of kobold’s approaching. “Steady!” repeated the captains. The dwarves had to wait for the enemy to approach closer before they could attack them. Unlike other taller races, dwarves had to content themselves with shorter bows suited for their body, thus reducing their effective range. “Aim.” Shouted Nigel as he raised his hand. “FIRE!” shouted the captains as he dropped his hand. Raising their shields, the kobolds were pounded with a wave of arrows. One after another, their shields were battered with swift arrows concealed by the darkness. But no matter how many arrows, hit the shield, the shield’s did not break. The arrow’s only marginally slowed down the inevitable Kobold march. Nigel fumed as he noticed the equipment refused to give away. Even if a single warrior fell the formation would break exposing weakness. However, Weed’s unnaturally high dexterity meant that equipment he manufactured for the Kobold’s by default came with high durability. Even the lowest of the low grade weapons he made were highly durable. The captains of each squad nervously looked at Nigel, hoping for a change of tactics.... “Keep at it!” Nigel motioned, his dwarven pride could not accept that Kobold’s were capable of acquiring weapons and shields of such high caliber. No dwarf would sell such excellent items to an enemy. It was completely forbidden to provide monsters with weapons, even if they were civilized Kobolds. Once a monster always a monster. Nigel swore under his breath as the relentlessly durable shields refused to give way. “Put some back into it!” Nigel shouted to his squads who were now running low on their stock of arrows for their short bows. “Reinforce with the wind! By Vayu’s grace! FIRE!” Nigel shouted as he remembered the elemental god. This was their last option, the enemy was within range and there was nothing more that could be done to hold them at bay till reinforcements arrived. The arrows zipped away much faster than before, as if they were forcefully pushed by an unnatural force. The Kobolds were completely caught unawares, the shields lacked any type of elemental resistance. The once seemingly impossible to destroy shields were developing cracks. Some arrows hit the shields with such a great impact that the kobold holding it fell to the ground on impact. Some arrows cut through the shield and killing the user. The dwarves cheered as the created gaps in the kobold’s formation. Quickly reloading their bows, the dwarves took aim again. However, the Kobold’s were quick to regroup and closely knit their formation together again, leaving behind their injured kin to their deaths. As if void of all emotion of comradeship, the continued moving towards the fort. What seemed like a success, now seemed like a failure, the dwarves frowned. Air element provided the much needed power to their weak attacks however elemental powers consumed a great deal of stamina. They would be unable to launch wave after wave of arrows reinforced with air element. If it were a few waves, of kobolds, then maybe they would have still risked it....but against an entire horde rivalling several thousand in numbers? Running out of stamina would be the last thing they would want. Nigel seemed to understand that as he drew out his long hammer. “GET READY FOR THEM!” The kobolds were finally upon the fort. “Kill! Kill them all!” Mnamanth’s voice rang against the din of clashing swords and roar of pain, anger and fury. Kendelbreu was seen a while ago to quickly enter the donjon before the gate slam closed and has not been seen since. The air was filled with the taste of blood. Mnamanth coordinated the kobolds to put up climbing ladders while he himself was at the forefront of the action, underneath the roofed battering ram. Numerous arrows had stuck against it. *Slam* *Draw* *Slam* *Slam* The rhythmic pounding reverberated. The gate had been groaning for a while though the dwarves had braced it with everything they had. The ironbound gate was not meant to last against a battering ram but a deterrent and intimidation. All soldiers inside the fort now cursed Kendelbreu for his cost saving measures. If the gate fell, all of them would be dead. They began singing their mourning song. For they knew their time has drawn close. “Arachnids!” screamed the invisible commander of the legions of monsters. The large scorpions obediently tore down the walls of the fort enabling the kobolds to pour in. The gate crashed down as if on cue. All Kobolds not occupied with climbing the siege ladders flowed through the torn walls. Nigel and his dwarves were awaiting them. “FOR THOR!” screamed Nigel as he rushed forth. “FOR THOR!” the soldiers screamed as they joined their commander while brandishing their hammers. Swords and hammers clashed, shields clanged against each other and the warriors screamed in ecstasy. The dwarves and kobolds stood at the same level, they stared each other in the eye. With swords and shields interlocked they were in a temporary stalemate. In strength both races were on par. The differences lay in their stamina. Dwarves had a large stamina pool and would prefer to drag out a war than end it in a blitz. Kobold’s on the other hand, had much lesser stamina but with quicker regeneration. If the stalemate were to hold, the dwarves had the definite advantage however part of the kobold stamina could be converted into a temporary boost of speed and strength. The lizards hissed and battered their shields against the dwarves. With increased strength, the stalemate was broken and the dwarves were pushed back. The dwarf mercenaries and soldiers finally had the chance to kill kobolds. But this was not how they pictured it. The original script had been not dying and winning a glorious battle, rewarding themselves with a good drink. Yet, here it seemed someone tweaked their destiny. With less than 100 dwarves left and Nigel nowhere in sight, they were forced to fall back to the donjon. But even then, they donjon’s gate was constructed from cheap wood braced by cheaper iron. Some that in their cowardice broke their contract by surrendering. They were cut down with their pleas ignored. The last memory of the cowards was their own blood gushing forth. “No! Please! Spare me! I will give you everything!” screamed Kendelbreu as he was dragged out hiding. Finally caught, the dwarf implored for his life. His privately hired mercenaries had died to the last dwarf. Begging for their life or going out with the last blaze of glory. All of them died. The Kobolds took much more casualty in their effort to take down the fort. But they seem unperturbed to their losses. Mnamanth, his white priestly robe dirt bloodied red, ignored Kendelbreu’s pleas. He stepped forward with a large grin on his face and thrusted his sword into Kendelbreu’s heart. It took him a lot of effort since the dwarves has thick muscles. He left the sword lodged, cackling all the way with every inch the sword biting deeper. Kendelbreu who died in agony and horror, seeing with every slow inch the sword thrust into his body was regretting that he failed to lay eyes on his vast wealth for one last time. Thus, Kendelbreu du Cristo, the richest dwarf passed from this world. “What have you done!” screamed a hooded figure at the sight of Kendelbreu dying. All the other kobold’s immediately dropped their weapons and prostrated in front of the commander of the legion of monsters. Mnamanth smiled, “I told yousss not intervene in my fight.” “....” “You sssent scorpion. You dishonor promise.” Mnamanth hysterically laughed as if he were crazy. “...Stupid kobold. So where is the dragon’s scale?” the commander asked. “Tisss not here.” Mnamanth replied as he ruffled through the dwarven belongings that lay scattered around. “Thensssss....maybe....he took it?” The kobold whispered to himself. “WHO!” boomed the commanders voice. The kobold’s trembled in fear. Even Mnamanth cowered in fear. “Hissss name is Weed. He blacksmith make ussss weapons.” “And you couldn’t tell me this before?” The commander picked up a sword and thrust it through Mnamanth’s arm. None of the other kobold’s budged even an inch to save their new king. They continued to bow down to the commander. “Where is he?” asked the commander as he twisted the sword which was dug into Mnamanth’s arm. “Skyholm. Grandfather said he sent him on great shortcut to Skyholm.” Mnamanth whimpered as he wriggled in pain. “Weed elf want to be Theodore’s apprentice!” “Theodore…blacksmith..elf...Rodriguez, eh?” muttered the hooded figure in anger as he let go the sword and stomped away. “Wait what about us?” Mnamanth asked he tried pulling out the sword. “Do whatever you want. I have no interest in your people or stories anymore.” replied the figure as he walked away. “AAAAAAAAAAA” screamed a dwarf as he ran towards to the hooded figure with his hammer. It was Nigel who silently lay amongst the dead, biding his time for this moment. He had been waiting for the commander to reveal himself. By using lions roar, he had effectively confused his opponent, by attacking from the back the enemy had no chance to defend. Reinforcing his hammer with elemental power, Nigel was confident he could splatter a black scorpion with this one blow. Even a commander of the legion of the monsters would take significant damage. The hooded figure raised his arm up in the air without turning toward’s Nigel and Nigel’s war cry came to an end. A long black thick needle extended from the ground and through Nigel’s throat. “Imp..ossible....” Nigel coughed blood before his lifeless body fell to the ground. The hooded figure continued to walk away without the slightest care, disappearing into the darkness and reappearing in the shadowy streets of Skyholm… -x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x- The stench of death overflowed the caves with air dead and stagnant. A cold mist crept through the blue hued caves. The fire crackled as the torches lit the misty caves. A small group of dwarves made their way through the forbidden caves. They held the torch higher pushing away the darkness, lighting their path and revealing to them the devastation that lay before them... One headless dwarf piled on top of another, their bodies soaked crimson in their own blood. As their gaze shifted up, the once strong fort of Nigel lay to complete waste. Walls torn down, insides burnt. And there lay Nigel in the center of it, his corpse pierced through the heart, dangling in mid air held up by the flagpole. It grew colder and those at the site were left numb in shock. It wasn’t a war, it was a one sided massacre. The surge of emotions could not be described in words; the dwarves were too deep in shock to grieve for their own brethren loss. As their senses returned to them, the dwarves fell to their knees and cried for their losses. Their mourns could be heard across the forbidden caves till the far reaches of the Northern Mountain City, it was the sign of war to come. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Authors Note: 1. Thank you so much V4LKYR13 for helping out. 2. Hope you all like it. See you in 5.10. 3. 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<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> This post is for any queries you encounter or don't understand. I would also strive to follow LMS rules so highlight any discrepancy that you found and post it here and i will make the changes if it is plausible. I will answer any questions that you may have in here. </div>

This post is for any queries you encounter or don't understand. I would also strive to follow LMS rules so highlight any discrepancy that you found and post it here and i will make the changes if it is plausible. I will answer any questions that you may have in here.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Disclaimer: No Werewolves have been hurt in the making of this chapter.<br><br>Disclaimer for disclaimer: This is actually a lie.</span></span><br><br>Also, this is the first time I'm working with images, so please understand if they are bigger than what you are used to.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">*</span></span><br><br>A woman with auburn hair walked up to the cave. She was dressed in a strange armor, more scaly than metallic, and her hammer sparked with lightning as she equipped it. Unlike warhammers, this one was larger and heavier, but its purpose, from the looks of the slight further flattening of the hammer edge and the hastily improvised spike, clearly not that of slaughter but of creation.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“You always did seem to have a knack for this, didn’t you Sharon?”</span><br><br>An approving nod as he looked at her handiwork, although she felt (and knew) that it was not quite well done.<br><br>A nostalgic voice rang out from memories she held dear to her. She didn’t have time for nostalgia however, and closed her mind to it, her resolve thus set in steel. <br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“Good lord, Sharon, why do you have to be so stubborn about this?”</span><br><br>No, she had no time for this... She took out a piece of dried jerky and chewed on it, letting the jerky slowly moisten on her mouth as she took out a whetstone and sharpened the spike on her hammer. Then she took out a cloth and polished her armor to the best of her abilities. Using a hammer meant that you didn’t have to waste too much time sharpening your equipment, but every little bit helped.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“Look, you don’t have to be perfect but at least you can easily achieve something close to it, right? Every little thing works towards achieving that goal.” A scratch on his head as he examined at the work before him. “Erm... Yes, even the cracks.”<br><br>“Shut up, you ass!!” *SMACK*<br><br>"Ouch!! Good grief, what am I going to do with you..."<br><br>Rubbing his sore head, a sheepish grin with a hint of exasperation on his face... </span><br><br>She found herself spacing out again, and blinked, shaking her head to clear her mind again.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“This is for his sake. As soon as I find an answer, I’ll honour his memory and cherish it forever. Until then, please wait for me, much like how I have waited for you.”</span><br><br>And for the umpteenth time in 2 years, she straightened up and entered the cave.<br><br>It had been 2 years since that day, and she had been entering and leaving the caves, searching high and low for some hint, devoting herself to her craft for his sake.<br><br>She had little to no time for nostalgia in her hunt for the White one.<br><br>And yet, as she entered the cave, she couldn't help but recall...<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“I’ll be back, it’s a promise.”</span><br><br>A reassuring smile full of warmth as he left.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">**</span></span><br><br>I looked Shaft squarely in the eye... or at least in his general direction, since all I had ever seen from him so far had been a silhouette. I pointed questioningly at the Lance that stood between us, which was now glowing fainting in a dim red light, which did little to pierce the thick fog that covered the area.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">AH...</span> Shaft spoke a little hesistantly, having just asked the Spear Spirit Lance to go inside the lance (the weapon) the moment I came in with a throbbing headache.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">… I HAVE TEA AND BISCUITS, WOULD YOU LIKE SOME?</span><br><br>I upped the ante a little bit, and fixed Shaft with my best impression of Tante when she is serious. Shaft quailed under my stern gaze, which brooked no changing of the subject.<br><br>"You better have a good explanation for this." I growled. To simultaneously carry out the plan the moment I stepped into the Fog World, either he has balls or the plan is such a risky one that I must have no chance to consider over.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">AH... IT IS A LONG ONE.</span> Shaft already knew that, but that didn't quite stop him from being scared by my glare. <span style="font-style: italic;">ALLOW ME TO START WITH THE TERM. HOW FAMILIAR ARE YOU WITH THE CONCEPT OF POSSESSION?</span><br><br>"Possession, to have ownership of something, no, that is not quite right, Lance is a spirit... Are you referring to Spirits taking over bodies?". I thought over the concept in my head, and came out with the idea which was a common one in the horror genre.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">EXACTLY MY POINT. AT THIS MOMENT, LANCE, WHO HAS CURRENTLY MANIFESTED IN THE WORLD, HAS TAKEN POSSESSION OF YOUR EARTHLY SHELL.</span><br><br>"... Explain." Are we suddenly going into the horror genre as well?<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">DO YOU MIND IF I USE A GRAPHICAL ILLUSTRATION? IT WILL GREATLY AID MY EXPLANATION.</span><br><br>“...By all means.” Shaft nodded, and with hand gestures, a simplistic white canvas was cut into the fog.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">THIS IS A SIMPLE REPRESENTATION OF YOUR BODY. AND THIS OVAL HERE REPRESENTS YOUR CONSCIOUS MIND. </span> A badly drawn circle with a oval drawn in appeared in the canvas.<br><br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/40OC8Jx.jpg" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fi.imgur.com%2f40OC8Jx.jpg"><br><br>“... Dude, you suck at drawing.”<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">SHUT UP.</span> Shaft continued with his explanation, drawing in another circle, this one with a smiley face and with the label “spirit”.<br><br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/Vz452GO.jpg" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fi.imgur.com%2fVz452GO.jpg"><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">NORMALLY, A GHOST OR SPIRITUAL ENTITY MAY FORCIBLY USURP THE POSSESSION OF AN EARTHLY BODY AND TAKE CONTROL OF ITS MIND AND BODILY ACTIONS. Shaft explained, but I already knew that already.</span><br><br>"Ah, the foaming at the mouth, twitching, eyes rolling up until you can see the whites, that sort of thing?" I asked.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">POSITIVELY SO. WELL, THE MIND AND BODY TENDS TO FIGHT BACK AGAINST THE FORCED POSSESSION. THE REACTION CAN BE RATHER... VIOLENT.</span><br><br>“So it’s the same for my case?” Tante isn’t going to take kindly to that sort of thing. I shuddered at the thought.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">WELL, THESE REACTIONS ARE ACTUALLY QUITE EASY TO CONTROL... MOST MARTIAL ARTISTS AND ONMYOJI HAVE THE ABILITY TO UTILISE THIS TO THEIR ADVANTAGE. </span> Shaft replied, and continued as he went into further detail, adding more and more detail to his diagram.<br><br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/5nAAJAc.jpg" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fi.imgur.com%2f5nAAJAc.jpg"><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">THROUGH THE MEANS OF CLEARING THE MIND AND THE PRESENCE OF A SPIRITUAL CONTRACT, THEY ACTUALLY ACCEPT THE POSSESSION AND USE THE SPIRIT TO AUGMENT THEIR SKILLS AND ABILITIES. BUT IT TAKES MANY YEARS TO ACHIEVE THAT KIND OF ABILITY.</span> An arrow depicting the conscious leaving the circle marked “Body” was added. At this point, the drawing was beginning to look like it was drawn by a 5 year old... No, in fact, I felt that a 5 year old could probably do better than this.<br><br>“And what is the point of this again?” I asked.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">FORTUNATELY FOR YOU, YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO SKIP THIS SORT OF ARDUOUS TRAINING. UNLIKE THEM, YOU HAVE THE ABILITY TO IMMEDIATELY CLEAR YOUR CONSCIOUS THE MOMENT YOU ENTER YOUR EARTHLY SHELL PERSONA.</span> A fourth diagram was added, this time with a little more detail (and there was even a tiny arrow which symbolized Lance!!).<br><br><img src="http://i.imgur.com/ad3Lwu7.jpg" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fi.imgur.com%2fad3Lwu7.jpg"><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">WHEN YOUR HIT POINTS REACHES THE THRESHOLD SET BY THE CURRENT SKILL PROFICIENCY OF YOUR SKILL ‘BERSERK IMPULSE’, YOUR CONSCIOUS MIND IS IMMEDIATELY BLASTED TO THIS WORLD, AND YOUR PREVIOUSLY REPRESSED INSTINCTS TAKE OVER THE CONTROLS. ESSENTIALLY YOUR BODY BECOMES SIMPLY A <span style="font-weight: bold;">MINDLESS</span> KILLING MACHINE.</span> There was a notable emphasis on the word "Mindless".<br><br>I nodded. Knew that as well. Essentially, the skill Berserk Impulse gave my instincts a name and a form, rendering it a set personality all on its own, except without a mind.<br><br>“Simply put, my skill literally renders my body an empty shell, meaning that a spirit could easily possess it without violent reactions? Like, just literally enter it unopposed?” I didn’t like the sound of that.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">I KNEW YOU WOULD GRASP THE MEANING QUICKLY. YOU CAN ALSO SEE THE ADVANTAGES OF IT AS WELL, YES?</span><br><br>“The Spirit could then keep my instincts under control, thus minimising the damage caused by the Earthly Shell...” I thought about it, and immediately saw the appeal of it. I looked again at Shaft, this time with suspicion.<br><br>“There’s got to be a catch. There’s no way that this thing doesn’t have a side-effect or something.” I said.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">PERCEPTIVE... YES, BASICALLY ALL YOUR ACTIONS ARE NOW DETERMINED BY THE SPIRIT CURRENTLY CONTROLLING THE BODY.</span> Shaft snapped his fingers, and a chair and table appeared in front of me.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">YOU MAY AS WELL GET COMFORTABLE. I SUSPECT THAT YOU WILL BE HERE FOR QUITE SOME TIME.</span><br><br>“You knew that already, didn’t you, Shaft.” I had this nagging feeling in my head that something could go seriously wrong, and I quickly was proven right when Shaft answered:<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">OF COURSE I DID. A SPIRIT YEARNS FOR MANY THINGS. AND LANCE HAS NOT HAD A MATERIAL BODY FOR A REALLY LONG TIME. HOW SHE WILL TAKE TO IT, I DO NOT REALLY KNOW.</span><br><br>“My only hope is that she doesn’t cause too much trouble. She’s not the one who has to ultimately accept the consequences, you know.”<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">HOPE IS A FICKLE THING. NOW... ARE YOU ANY GOOD WITH CHESS OR SOMETHING?</span><br><br>“I thought you didn’t like games.” I pointed out, recalling our first meeting.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">… SHUT UP.</span><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">***</span></span><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*</span><br><br> A sharp whistling sound could be heard in the air as a lance shot down like so many kilograms of anvil, turning a werewolf into so many pieces of mincemeat and delicatessen.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“Fweeeeeeeeeeeeee~”</span> Lance happily imitated the whistling sound of the movement as he landed on the werewolf, the lance he wielded having unleashed a shockwave that could have been said to instantaneously obliterated the poor werewolf and rippled throughout the battlefield. Howard would have fainted if he had known how high his voice could get.<br><br>With a quick and practiced motion, he kicked back and rammed the blunt end of the lance shaft into another werewolf, and spun on the spot, the lance now flashing around him like a protective silver barrier, slicing and cutting his enemies in an unorthodox slashing technique that was whimsical and random in its execution, but effective.<br><br>The many piles of loot that were left behind were a good sign of that.<br><br>“Sigh.... when did it suddenly devolve into this?” Tante, or Jeanne as she was known as in real life, was bent low picking up the loot as she went with Wisp close behind her. Lance looked like he (he was decidedly a boy with that boyish grin of his, Jeanne figured.) would be the most sensible persona among the different faces of Howard she had seen so far... for like just 30 seconds. <br><br>Suddenly the next werewolf patrol appeared out of nowhere and he exploded like a bullet from a gun, with just as much impact as one. The lance he wielded literally.lit itself blazed as Lance used a dash skill to cut down the leading werewolf.<br><br>“Let’s take a break, I’m exhausted.” Wisp offered, and Jeanne gratefully accepted.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">****</span></span><br><br>“Tell me.” I said, moving a bishop several steps forward (I intended to perform the castling maneuver later). “Is there something I should keep a note of? There’s sure to be something else I should be aware of when involving a Spirit.”<br><br>Shaft took his turn and moved his pawn forward, deep in thought.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">YOU HAVE PEN AND PAPER?</span> He asked hopefully, and I shook my head.<br><br>“Where in the world am I going to get that? You best tell me verbally, I’m sure I will be able to recall it... somehow.” My Rook switched places with my King, encasing my king within a protective shield of Pawns and a Rook. (Hence known as Castling).<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">IS YOUR MEMORY THAT UNRELIABLE? NO, THAT WAS A STUPID QUESTION, I CAN TELL BY THE LOOK OF YOUR FACE. OH FORGET IT, PLEASE TRY YOUR BEST.</span><br><br>A knight leapt over Shaft’s many pawns as it advanced for the protective Formation. I moved a pawn on the other side of my board, preparing to let that side mobilize as well.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">* 1) Never get a possessed body rascally drunk.</span></span><br><br>"Got anything to drink?" Tante asked. Wisp frowned and rummaged in his inventory, scowling as he dug out another gourd.<br><br>"Dammit, those guys changed the water to wine again." he grumbled, taking a sniff as it. "From the looks of it, it must be Soju (rice wine).... Rice!!"<br><br>"What? It's not my fault, Chosen one. Your spell caused the rice to ferment." A squeaky voice came as a tiny plant like creature popped up from the bag.<br><br>"Yeah, and the fermented rice mash can just magically distill itself in the process. How many times did I tell you not to- don't drink that!!". Wisp's scolding was interrupted as Tante snatched the gourd of Soju from his hands.<br><br>"This smells pretty good.". Tante took a sip, and grimaced. "This is pretty strong stuff you have here. Oi, Lance, get over here, we are taking a break!!"<br><br>Lance finished off the last unfortunate werewolf and walked over with a wide grin on his face, almost similar to that of a child who has found a long lost favourite toy. Rice took this opportunity to dive back into the bag.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">"What a great feeling, to have a body again after all these years. I do wish that it was a woman's body though."</span> He frowned, but brightened up when he saw the gourd. "Oh great, you have refreshments. Thank god, I was getting thirsty."<br><br>Lance grabbed the gourd and started gulping down the Soju in large gulps.<br><br>"Erm.... Lance, I don't think that is a good idea." Wisp tried to speak, but was forestalled by Tante. She was grinning. And grinning is a bad thing. Wisp decided against commenting any further.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">"What are you saying. It is a must for a knight to be able to hold his wine."</span> Lance retorted, his face flushed red as he took another mouthful of soju.<br><br>"Yeah, quit being a wuss and a weed and hand out the drinks already." Tante's face was also red as she grabbed the gourd as well. "And join us for a drink as well. I'm not taking 'no' for an answer."<br><br>"I'll have you know that I'm a wimp as well, and I'm proud of the appellation, thank you very - wow, that turned out wrong."<br><br>Wisp sighed and took out two more gourds, taking a sniff at each one and frowning. "I have beer and whisky as well, it seems. I will need to have a word with those Karpoi later on."<br><br>"Karpoi?" Tante took the gourd of whisky and sipped it, making a face at the bittersweet taste. Lance was looking so red that he resembled a lobster.<br><br>"I'll explain it to you later." Wisp chugged the gourd of beer down in one breath in and wiped his mouth. "And this is the last time I am doing this, is that clear?"<br><br>"Yeah, yeah..." Tante was still grinning. Wisp made a note to watch for her in the future, his warm image of her crumbling down all around him where he sat.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">"Fweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~"</span><br><br>And Lance shot off like a bullet again, charging at another group of werewolves that chose the wrong time to show up. Wisp watched him go, and laid against the rock comfortably.<br><br>"You know, I think he doesn't need our help. Don't you think so, Tante?" He turned his head only to see an empty space where Tante used to be. <br><br>"Eh?"<br><br>Wisp shook his head and took out a stick of celery, ignoring the bowl of rice being offered to him by Rice, who had a hopeful look on his face. The werewolves were at the wrong place at the wrong time.<br><br>**<br><br>"And my pawn performs a super 15 hit combo against all odds to take out your Queen!" I crowed triumphantly as I somehow managed this ridiculous feat. "And that puts me at the other side of the board, I promote to Queen!!"<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">... ARE YOU PLAYING SOME TCG OR TABLETOP GAME OR SOMETHING? KNIGHT TAKES YOUR ROOK. I HAVE YOU IN CHECK.</span><br><br>"A worthy adversary indeed. By the way, why shouldn't a possessed body get drunk?" My expression became serious again as I asked.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">THINK ABOUT IT. A SPIRIT DOES NOT HAVE A BODY FOR A LONG PERIOD OF TIME, AND THEREFORE HAS FORGOTTEN ALL NOTIONS OF BEING DRUNK. THUS THE SPIRIT IS MORE SUSCEPTIBLE TO BECOMING DRUNK, AND THE POSSESSION MIGHT ALSO BECOME UNSTABLE AS A RESULT. NOW I DO BELIEVE THAT IT IS YOUR MOVE?</span><br><br>"... And while my King is in peril, the bishop swoops down on a rope and smashes its staff into the enemy knight's head, therefore taking it hostage." I responded by capturing the knight, smiling gently as I did so. "And yes, my bishop is a most cavalier person."<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">BLAST. I THOUGHT I WOULD HAVE COVERED FOR ALL THE POSSIBLE WAYS YOU COULD MENACE MY KNIGHT. BISHOP RETREAT, WE HAVE TO ESTABLISH A DEFENSIVE POSITION. OH, AND NOW FOR THE SECOND RULE...</span><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">* 2) Never join in a rampage when a spirit is involved. This doubly goes for certain if said spirit is rascally drunk. And doubled further if the joiners of said rampage is equally drunk.</span></span><br><br>As it transpired, Tante couldn’t hold her alcohol at all. It only took her a few sips before she had a headache, and then it was made a lot worse because she didn’t want to lose to a ghost... So well....<br><br>Either way, she was feeling rather brave now, charging into combat without the support of her trusty spirit soldiers.<br><br>Stabbing and slashing aways with spear in one hand and short sword in the other, Tante recklessly cut a bloody swathe through the werewolf pack, the sword effortlessly covering the blind spots of the spear.<br><br>A limb cut off, a sword parrying and attacking the offending werewolf in self defense... The spear flying true, piercing and biting deeply into flesh and bone... And Tante in the midst of it all, pivoting and twisting, slicing and dicing, slashing and dashing, thrusting and withdrawing.<br><br>A 5 hit stabbing combo using both the sword and spear was followed by a pivoting thrust which transfixed a werewolf upon the spear while the short sword set itself to work on another.<br><br>A strange combination of attack and defense, yet entirely devoted to all out war... Tante got drunk in the moment, revelling in the blood shed. <br><br>Wisp watched the two warriors systematically tear the werewolf pack apart, and looked at the gourd in his hand, having noticed a second group of werewolves arriving upon the scene as reinforcements.<br>“Oi, Rice, got that mead? I know you must have kept some of it, even though I threw it out.” He patted his inventory.<br><br>“Ah, Chosen One, that mead was the treasure of my people, bestowed upon us by your blessing... Of course we wouldn’t throw that away, it’s too precious.” Rice poked up again with a small bottle, filled with a clear golden liquid. He shot an accusing look at Wisp.<br><br>“Flavored with cinnamon. Strong stuff, yet good for the body.” Rice uncorked the bottle and took a sniff. “It will be better if it were warmed a little. You can never go wrong with spices and herbs.”<br><br>“For the last time, I didn’t mean to suddenly turn your dead into alcohol...” Wisp began, but Rice held up a hand.<br><br>“Even the dead have a purpose. I’m sure they will thank you for it.” Rice held out the bottle to Wisp. “Now, take a gulp. And remember to savor it!”<br><br>Wisp looked at the bottle apprehensively, and performed a mudra.<br><br>"Abbot, please forgive me for what I’m going to do... Amitabha.” And having said this, he swallowed the mead, tasting the mouthful like you would a fine wine. He didn’t seem very apologetic however. (Author’s note: Personally I hate alcohol, so I have no idea what I’m talking about at the moment. :P)(PR note: I’m not of age, and religion forbids me from drinking, so no help from me...)<br><br>Suddenly, his pale skin flushed a deep red, and steam began to pour out from his body. Wisp joined in the battle with crazed gusto, stats having been amplified by the mead.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">[Drunken Stack x 1. All stats + 10%, Drunken Boxing active.]</span><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-style: italic;">Vista of the Gods: Drunken Stack<br><br>Turn your intoxication into your strength, being able to utilise an erratic and free flowing fighting style based off the movements of a drunken man. Don’t try this in real life, you will hurt yourself!! In essence, the alcohol is used as fuel, and empowers the body further, augmenting its fighting abilties.<br><br>(seriously, don’t.)<br><br>Effects stack with each cup of alcohol consumed, but don’t drink too much!!.<br><br>Beginner Level 5: Stacks up to 3 times. 1st Stack: All Stats +10%, 2nd Stack: Movement Speed + 50%, 3rd Stack: Drunken Rampage active.<br></span></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Well... when I said crazed gusto... The werewolves looked confused at the staggering, falling-down-drunk that appeared before them. Normally people would either running away screaming their heads off or as they have learnt recently, getting chopped and hacked to little bite sized pieces. This one was neither. A werewolf raised a paw uncertainly to strike the silly-looking man down... And got an elbow in the face.<br><br>The drunken monk grabbed the werewolf by the fur (no, not the fur!!) and fell backwards, his leg seemingly flicking outwards by accident and striking it on the crotch, which caused general wincing and watering eyes among the vicinity. The other werewolves looked at the falling-down drunk on the floor. One of the werewolves (for easier reference, let’s call him Bossy) pushed another forward.<br><br>“Go see if it’s dead or something.” it snarled.<br><br>“Must I?” its friend (let’s call him Henpecked) barked back.<br><br>“Do it or I’ll bite you!!” Bossy snapped.<br><br>“Fine, fine....” Henpecked moved uncertainly towards the drunk and used a clawed finger to poke him.<br><br>… Oh, it moved.<br><br>But why is it suddenly so fast? <br><br>A disconcerting tempo was immediately set by the drunken monk, who suddenly moved with great speed somehow from a prone position, knocking them down left and right with a strange rolling movement and unsteadily getting to his feet. <br><br>“Just look at him, he seems like he’s about to fall over any minute now.”<br><br>“Grab him before he falls over... again!!”<br><br>“Yeah, he might get hurt!!” Wait, what?<br><br>Oh, he is taking another swig from his gourd again... An enterprising werewolf took the opportunity to try and grab the drunken monk from the back before he gets himself (out of good intentions?) and <span style="font-weight: bold;">others</span> (also out of good intentions) hurt. The drunken monk staggered and was falling on his back...<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">[Drunken Stack x 2. Movement Speed + 50%]</span><br><br>And yet, in that same falling movement, it got elbowed in the chest again, the drunk pivoting on the spot and attacking with multiple jabs which landed painfully on its torso. He fell down again, snagging the legs of the werewolf with his own and twisted, causing the werewolf to fall over painfully.<br><br>“Why is a drunk suddenly so hard to catch?!” <br><br>Werewolves were gnashing their teeth in frustration. Human fists aren’t supposed to hurt this bad!! While being chased down by the werewolves, the drunk drank from the gourd... again.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">[Drunken Stack x 3. Drunken Rampage active.]</span><br><br>Having drank from the gourd again, his skin flushed a deep crimson. Steam poured out from his body in a flood. Grinning madly, Wisp set to work, suddenly seeming a lot more sober than normal.<br><br>Today was indeed a very bad day for werewolves indeed.<br><br>“WHERE‘RE THE REINFORCEMENTS?!” The werewolf leading the pack barked.<br><br>“Sir, we ARE the reinforcements!!” a minion barked back.<br><br>“Dammit!!”<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*</span></span><br><br>“Look, this is getting silly.” I moved a rook forward, putting the king back in check.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">YOU WILL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE, COPPERS!!!</span> Shaft moved his king out of check. It was a good thing that I had a second rook.<br><br>“There, this puts you in checkmate.” I managed to drive the king to a corner and now placed my rooks side by side, locking the king in. <br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">…. MY KING MAGICALLY TELEPORTS AND EATS YOUR ROOK.</span><br><br>“Still checkmate...” I relaxed and sat back.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">I DEMAND A RECOUNT!!</span><br><br>“Can we just get on with the third rule already?” I wearily said.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">I STILL HAVEN’T EXPLAINED THE SECOND RULE YET.</span><br><br>“That one’s pretty self-explanatory, but Lance, Wisp and Tante are pretty sensible people. I’m pretty sure that they will - ” I suddenly remembered that Wisp was with them, but shook my head and caught myself, trying to reassure myself based on my first impression of him..<br><br>“Wisp seems sensible enough anyway.”<br><br>Do I really know him though?<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">**</span></span><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*Screams and whimpering from the werewolves as they get mercilessly slaughtered by a group of drunken people. The scene is too graphic for even this author to describe it, but let’s just say that there are flying limbs, intestines pouring out, blood spurting from decapitated bodies, loads of gore and blood, just the way you like it. You’ll probably never see a blood sausage the same way again. That is how gory it is.*</span><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Author's Note: In case you let your curiosity get the better of you, I have the uncensored version below hidden behind a spoiler (I’m experimenting with different methods of writing).</span><br><br><div class="spoiler"><div class="smalltext" style="margin-bottom:2px"><b>Spoiler</b> : <input type="button" value="Show" class="spoilerButton"></div><div class="spoilerContent"><div style="display: none;">I was kidding. I still have breakfast, lunch and dinner to eat. Maybe I’ll include that portion, it’s guaranteed to make people lose weight!!</div></div></div><br><br>“Go on without me!!” A werewolf yelled.<br><br>“LEEEAAAADERRRRRRRRRR!!” <br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*Splat*</span><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">***</span></span><br><br>“Oh yeah, they should be able to hold themselves back.” I said, confident in my first impressions of them, and presently ignoring the fact that I was usually the worst of them all.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">*****</span></span><br><br>Moon looked over the provided ingredients (wood, soil, straw) , frowning as she carefully examined them. They were of terrible quality, but considering the current financial status of her... clients, she was astounded that they even managed to gather them in the first place.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*</span></span><br><br>Some time back....<br><br>“Keep chopping!!” Athos yelled as he swung a simple woodcutter’s axe at one of the many thick oak trees that stood in the fields, ignoring the curious looks from the beginners that were just passing by. He repeated the motion over and over, hacking at the tree as though he was holding a grudge.<br><br>“But Boss, we have been chopping for hours on end...” Porthos whined, but his actions have not lost their vigor as he cut down tree after tree with ease.<br><br>“Do we have the money to buy gunpowder? Or even the ingredients for it?” Athos tried to reason with his equally unfortunate peer.<br><br>“No, boss. Why are we even doing this in the first place? Couldn’t we just leave this until much later on when we are better established?” Porthos asked.<br><br>“Didn’t Coach tell us that every good thing was all the result of hard work? Besides, it’s much better for us in the long run if we raised the skill proficiency from an earlier level.” Athos explained.<br><br>“Didn’t Coach just solve every problem he came across with his fists rather than hard work?” Porthos pointed out.<br><br>“Hmmm... You may have a poin - , look, just keep cutting, we can’t afford the ingredients at the moment. And even then, it’s still a good habit to cultivate. Look, even D’Artagnan’s going at it.” Athos pointed at a scrawny figure in the distance who has been attacking the same tree for the past 30 minutes. He sighed and fixed his statement.<br><br>“Never mind. Just get chopping!!” He blustered.<br><br>“No, it’s just you being cheap.”<br><br>“...”<br><br>Despite how badly Athos wanted to retort to that statement, he could not, for it was the indisputably hard truth.<br><br>The desperate prideful stinginess of the musketeers under the tyranny of their coach as they attempt to save even a copper!! (Weed would have been be so proud of them.) <br><br>And in the process, the fields around the Sleepy Fortress were currently experiencing the threat of mass deforestation, much to the dismay of the beginners.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">**</span></span><br><br>They must be seasoned players, Moon thought to herself, as she prepared the necessary equipment for the process - a pestle and mortar and a furnace kiln.<br><br>“Gunpowder should be easy enough.” She had found the process on a history freak’s site: people would grind wood charcoal to a fine powder, using liquid to prevent ignition during the process. Since she didn’t have the benefit of the powerful grinding tools and millstones people had in the 19th century (a millstone would be useful, she realised), she had to go back to ancient history, and use a pestle and mortar to slowly do it. She wondered why people would research such subjects, but right now it didn’t matter to her.<br><br>She heated up the flames in the furnace kiln with a set of bellows. It was hard work, but someone had to do it. By right, what she was doing wasn’t exactly what the ancient colliers (professional charcoal makers) used to do, but she didn’t have the specialised equipment to make proper charcoal. She would just have to improvise.<br><br>“The things I do for my chosen career...” Moon sighed to herself as she pushed against the bellows.<br><br>The kiln was made out of clay, and had a chimney at the top. She further extended it by hanging wooden stakes with some rope, and covered the logs in soil and straw to prevent air from entering. Leaving the logs to burn slowly and transform to charcoal, she spent her days maintaining the fire and and messing with recipes that she had thought of, only stopping to add more soil to the cracked and hardened soil and maintaining the fire. <br><br>And of course, she couldn’t resist adding a little something extra to the mix...<br><br>A few days later, she uncovered the soil and found that the logs had become charcoal, the wood having been coated with a deep brownish-black. A smoky and woody aroma could somehow be smelt. Moon made a note to go for a proper BBQ dinner today as her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she had not eaten since then.<br><br>“I could have done better, but this will probably have to do for the first batch.”<br><br>She took out the pestle and mortar and set to work, hacking a small piece of charcoal and grinding it carefully to a fine powder. Having been burnt slowly and dried out over the past few days, the charcoal was easily grinded to a fine powder.<br><br>Have to be careful and not cause any sparks; don’t use too much force.<br><br>Even as the charcoal has not been finely grinded yet, it was still a rather volatile substance, especially when she has added that extra ingredient for that... extra kick. She made a note to obtain a millstone in the future.<br><br>She picked up the powder and looked at it, smiling, staying some distance away and flicking a flame at the powder.<br><br>There was a loud but rather small explosion. Moon nodded in satisfaction, and picked up a second piece of charcoal and grinded it carefully with her pestle and mortar.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">***</span></span><br><br>When an exhausted Porthos returned with the next batch of timber, he found a soot-ridden Moon tucking into a steak, and cursed under his breath. Moon looked up at the involuntary sound, her cheek bulging. It was a rather lovable sight. Porthos blushed a little.<br><br>“Ou wana ice? (You want a slice?)” She motioned to the piece of meat.<br><br>Porthos caught himself before speaking.<br><br>“Where did you get that?” He asked. Moon held up a hand and swallowed her mouthful.<br><br>“I know my way around.” She grinned, and Porthos flushed a deeper red still, nodding.<br><br>“I’ll try a slice then.” Porthos picked up a small piece of beef with a fork and looked apprehensively at the black powdery coating at the side of the piece. He thought nothing of it and put it on his plate, cutting a smaller bite-sized piece and chewing it.<br><br>The meat was rather overcooked, but there was also a rather salty and peppery taste as well, which made up for the taste a little bit, complementing it even...<br><br>“You like the gunpowder seasoning?” Moon smiled again as she saw Porthos gag and the rather ghastly expression forming on his face. “It’s fine to eat that, you know. I didn’t use anything else other than the wood you gave me, salt and some black pepper. I suppose you might consider magnesium to be volatile, but that’s actually edible as well, in small amounts. Fun fact, the French ate horse meat seasoned with gunpowder during the 19th century.” <br><br>“Don’t scare me like that.” Porthos said, exasperated, and Moon giggled. “I see you might are done with the gunpowder then.”<br><br>“Yup!! It’s not my best, but it’s my first attempt after all. I’ll slowly perfect it and give you the recipe afterwards.” Moon’s small and gentle smile became brighter and wider, and Porthos found himself ensnared in it. He shook his head again and asked:<br><br>“It’s fine, this will do. But milady, could you humor me by answering this question?”<br><br>“What is it?”<br><br>“Why do you have to go so far for us? We are a poor people, there’s little reward in it for you. You could have spent your time a little more constructively.” Porthos considered the dire state of his group (which, compared to other beginners was better than average but still pretty poor). Moon clearly deserved better, yet chose to help them despite being better off.<br><br>“It’s not all poor reward for me, you know. Firstly, I get to master a recipe with help from you guys. Secondly, it raises my skill proficiency in the Alchemist Skill. And lastly - “<br><br>Moon’s bright smile dimmed a little, became a little wistful even, her speech cryptic.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">“ - Because we are kindred spirits, birds of a feather.”</span><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">********</span></span><br><br>Meanwhile, in the forest between Howler’s Pass and the Sleepy Fortress...<br><br>A werewolf was on all fours, and it was running for its dear life, tongue lolling out from its mouth. All it could think about is getting as far away from that young man as possible, for some strange reason.<br><br>It suddenly felt a heavy and dense presence in its mind, a voice whispering like a slight breeze.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Why do you run?</span><br><br>“Have you seen that guy’s eyes? There’s something, something terrifying, something powerful. Who wouldn’t be running from that?” The werewolf thought back frantically. That gaze from back then... it felt a terrifying presence. Something ancient and ridiculously powerful.<br><br>For a second, he could somehow imagine someone nodding its understanding.<br><br>And then the presence left its mind, leaving it exhausted.<br><br>It kept running anyway. The world is so much larger than it had initially thought, to have so many monstrosities within a single area.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*********</span></span><br><br>In the darkness, something stirred. For a second, it thought that it could finally have some fun, but then a foreign presence appeared before it. It shrank back for a moment, hiding where it thought it might be safe, watching and observing the new presence in this new and unfamiliar situation.<br><br>Surprisingly warm and free-spirited. Yet, there was something missing as well, a part of it that has been ripped out by force... no, that part was repressed, pushed to the deepest recesses. Much like how it was.<br><br>For the time being, it seemed that this new presence didn’t seem to be a threat. It relaxed a little, but kept its guard up. <br><br>And then it just stood there, watching and waiting. It was content to bide its time. It has already been released time and again, and a little extra time spent waiting didn’t hurt it in the slightest.<br><br>Sooner or later, an opening will present itself. And it will be able to get out of this strange situation and have some fun.<br><br>After all, <span style="font-style: italic;">that guy</span>’s not in, so it felt certain that there won’t be any interference from him.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">*********************************************************************************************************************************************************************</span></span><br><br>The plot thickens!! Hope you like gravy.<br><br>Also, this is just Part 1 of the Chapter. I'll get Part 2 out as soon as possible, it's a promise!! {[999abo}]<br><br>Credits to:<br>Randomleech for the Proofreading and being so patient with me (I hit a slow patch at the moment, so bear with me here.)<br>Dreadmoirai for helping me shrink the images.<br><br>Extra notes:<br>Yes, you can actually have gunpowder steak (to an extent.). Just use potassium nitrate, magnesium, sodium and carbon.<br>Article: <a href="http://www.soshiok.com/article/6329" target="_blank">http://www.soshiok.com/article/6329</a><br>Also, in the 19th century, cut off from supply lines, the french soldiers ate horse meat seasoned with gunpowder. Randomleech could probably attest to that? </div>

Disclaimer: No Werewolves have been hurt in the making of this chapter. Disclaimer for disclaimer: This is actually a lie. Also, this is the first time I'm working with images, so please understand if they are bigger than what you are used to. * A woman with auburn hair walked up to the cave. She was dressed in a strange armor, more scaly than metallic, and her hammer sparked with lightning as she equipped it. Unlike warhammers, this one was larger and heavier, but its purpose, from the looks of the slight further flattening of the hammer edge and the hastily improvised spike, clearly not that of slaughter but of creation. “You always did seem to have a knack for this, didn’t you Sharon?” An approving nod as he looked at her handiwork, although she felt (and knew) that it was not quite well done. A nostalgic voice rang out from memories she held dear to her. She didn’t have time for nostalgia however, and closed her mind to it, her resolve thus set in steel. “Good lord, Sharon, why do you have to be so stubborn about this?” No, she had no time for this... She took out a piece of dried jerky and chewed on it, letting the jerky slowly moisten on her mouth as she took out a whetstone and sharpened the spike on her hammer. Then she took out a cloth and polished her armor to the best of her abilities. Using a hammer meant that you didn’t have to waste too much time sharpening your equipment, but every little bit helped. “Look, you don’t have to be perfect but at least you can easily achieve something close to it, right? Every little thing works towards achieving that goal.” A scratch on his head as he examined at the work before him. “Erm... Yes, even the cracks.” “Shut up, you ass!!” *SMACK* "Ouch!! Good grief, what am I going to do with you..." Rubbing his sore head, a sheepish grin with a hint of exasperation on his face... She found herself spacing out again, and blinked, shaking her head to clear her mind again. “This is for his sake. As soon as I find an answer, I’ll honour his memory and cherish it forever. Until then, please wait for me, much like how I have waited for you.” And for the umpteenth time in 2 years, she straightened up and entered the cave. It had been 2 years since that day, and she had been entering and leaving the caves, searching high and low for some hint, devoting herself to her craft for his sake. She had little to no time for nostalgia in her hunt for the White one. And yet, as she entered the cave, she couldn't help but recall... “I’ll be back, it’s a promise.” A reassuring smile full of warmth as he left. ** I looked Shaft squarely in the eye... or at least in his general direction, since all I had ever seen from him so far had been a silhouette. I pointed questioningly at the Lance that stood between us, which was now glowing fainting in a dim red light, which did little to pierce the thick fog that covered the area. AH... Shaft spoke a little hesistantly, having just asked the Spear Spirit Lance to go inside the lance (the weapon) the moment I came in with a throbbing headache. … I HAVE TEA AND BISCUITS, WOULD YOU LIKE SOME? I upped the ante a little bit, and fixed Shaft with my best impression of Tante when she is serious. Shaft quailed under my stern gaze, which brooked no changing of the subject. "You better have a good explanation for this." I growled. To simultaneously carry out the plan the moment I stepped into the Fog World, either he has balls or the plan is such a risky one that I must have no chance to consider over. AH... IT IS A LONG ONE. Shaft already knew that, but that didn't quite stop him from being scared by my glare. ALLOW ME TO START WITH THE TERM. HOW FAMILIAR ARE YOU WITH THE CONCEPT OF POSSESSION? "Possession, to have ownership of something, no, that is not quite right, Lance is a spirit... Are you referring to Spirits taking over bodies?". I thought over the concept in my head, and came out with the idea which was a common one in the horror genre. EXACTLY MY POINT. AT THIS MOMENT, LANCE, WHO HAS CURRENTLY MANIFESTED IN THE WORLD, HAS TAKEN POSSESSION OF YOUR EARTHLY SHELL. "... Explain." Are we suddenly going into the horror genre as well? DO YOU MIND IF I USE A GRAPHICAL ILLUSTRATION? IT WILL GREATLY AID MY EXPLANATION. “...By all means.” Shaft nodded, and with hand gestures, a simplistic white canvas was cut into the fog. THIS IS A SIMPLE REPRESENTATION OF YOUR BODY. AND THIS OVAL HERE REPRESENTS YOUR CONSCIOUS MIND. A badly drawn circle with a oval drawn in appeared in the canvas.  “... Dude, you suck at drawing.” SHUT UP. Shaft continued with his explanation, drawing in another circle, this one with a smiley face and with the label “spirit”.  NORMALLY, A GHOST OR SPIRITUAL ENTITY MAY FORCIBLY USURP THE POSSESSION OF AN EARTHLY BODY AND TAKE CONTROL OF ITS MIND AND BODILY ACTIONS. Shaft explained, but I already knew that already. "Ah, the foaming at the mouth, twitching, eyes rolling up until you can see the whites, that sort of thing?" I asked. POSITIVELY SO. WELL, THE MIND AND BODY TENDS TO FIGHT BACK AGAINST THE FORCED POSSESSION. THE REACTION CAN BE RATHER... VIOLENT. “So it’s the same for my case?” Tante isn’t going to take kindly to that sort of thing. I shuddered at the thought. WELL, THESE REACTIONS ARE ACTUALLY QUITE EASY TO CONTROL... MOST MARTIAL ARTISTS AND ONMYOJI HAVE THE ABILITY TO UTILISE THIS TO THEIR ADVANTAGE. Shaft replied, and continued as he went into further detail, adding more and more detail to his diagram.  THROUGH THE MEANS OF CLEARING THE MIND AND THE PRESENCE OF A SPIRITUAL CONTRACT, THEY ACTUALLY ACCEPT THE POSSESSION AND USE THE SPIRIT TO AUGMENT THEIR SKILLS AND ABILITIES. BUT IT TAKES MANY YEARS TO ACHIEVE THAT KIND OF ABILITY. An arrow depicting the conscious leaving the circle marked “Body” was added. At this point, the drawing was beginning to look like it was drawn by a 5 year old... No, in fact, I felt that a 5 year old could probably do better than this. “And what is the point of this again?” I asked. FORTUNATELY FOR YOU, YOU HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO SKIP THIS SORT OF ARDUOUS TRAINING. UNLIKE THEM, YOU HAVE THE ABILITY TO IMMEDIATELY CLEAR YOUR CONSCIOUS THE MOMENT YOU ENTER YOUR EARTHLY SHELL PERSONA. A fourth diagram was added, this time with a little more detail (and there was even a tiny arrow which symbolized Lance!!).  WHEN YOUR HIT POINTS REACHES THE THRESHOLD SET BY THE CURRENT SKILL PROFICIENCY OF YOUR SKILL ‘BERSERK IMPULSE’, YOUR CONSCIOUS MIND IS IMMEDIATELY BLASTED TO THIS WORLD, AND YOUR PREVIOUSLY REPRESSED INSTINCTS TAKE OVER THE CONTROLS. ESSENTIALLY YOUR BODY BECOMES SIMPLY A MINDLESS KILLING MACHINE. There was a notable emphasis on the word "Mindless". I nodded. Knew that as well. Essentially, the skill Berserk Impulse gave my instincts a name and a form, rendering it a set personality all on its own, except without a mind. “Simply put, my skill literally renders my body an empty shell, meaning that a spirit could easily possess it without violent reactions? Like, just literally enter it unopposed?” I didn’t like the sound of that. I KNEW YOU WOULD GRASP THE MEANING QUICKLY. YOU CAN ALSO SEE THE ADVANTAGES OF IT AS WELL, YES? “The Spirit could then keep my instincts under control, thus minimising the damage caused by the Earthly Shell...” I thought about it, and immediately saw the appeal of it. I looked again at Shaft, this time with suspicion. “There’s got to be a catch. There’s no way that this thing doesn’t have a side-effect or something.” I said. PERCEPTIVE... YES, BASICALLY ALL YOUR ACTIONS ARE NOW DETERMINED BY THE SPIRIT CURRENTLY CONTROLLING THE BODY. Shaft snapped his fingers, and a chair and table appeared in front of me. YOU MAY AS WELL GET COMFORTABLE. I SUSPECT THAT YOU WILL BE HERE FOR QUITE SOME TIME. “You knew that already, didn’t you, Shaft.” I had this nagging feeling in my head that something could go seriously wrong, and I quickly was proven right when Shaft answered: OF COURSE I DID. A SPIRIT YEARNS FOR MANY THINGS. AND LANCE HAS NOT HAD A MATERIAL BODY FOR A REALLY LONG TIME. HOW SHE WILL TAKE TO IT, I DO NOT REALLY KNOW. “My only hope is that she doesn’t cause too much trouble. She’s not the one who has to ultimately accept the consequences, you know.” HOPE IS A FICKLE THING. NOW... ARE YOU ANY GOOD WITH CHESS OR SOMETHING? “I thought you didn’t like games.” I pointed out, recalling our first meeting. … SHUT UP. *** *FWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE* A sharp whistling sound could be heard in the air as a lance shot down like so many kilograms of anvil, turning a werewolf into so many pieces of mincemeat and delicatessen. “Fweeeeeeeeeeeeee~” Lance happily imitated the whistling sound of the movement as he landed on the werewolf, the lance he wielded having unleashed a shockwave that could have been said to instantaneously obliterated the poor werewolf and rippled throughout the battlefield. Howard would have fainted if he had known how high his voice could get. With a quick and practiced motion, he kicked back and rammed the blunt end of the lance shaft into another werewolf, and spun on the spot, the lance now flashing around him like a protective silver barrier, slicing and cutting his enemies in an unorthodox slashing technique that was whimsical and random in its execution, but effective. The many piles of loot that were left behind were a good sign of that. “Sigh.... when did it suddenly devolve into this?” Tante, or Jeanne as she was known as in real life, was bent low picking up the loot as she went with Wisp close behind her. Lance looked like he (he was decidedly a boy with that boyish grin of his, Jeanne figured.) would be the most sensible persona among the different faces of Howard she had seen so far... for like just 30 seconds. Suddenly the next werewolf patrol appeared out of nowhere and he exploded like a bullet from a gun, with just as much impact as one. The lance he wielded literally.lit itself blazed as Lance used a dash skill to cut down the leading werewolf. “Let’s take a break, I’m exhausted.” Wisp offered, and Jeanne gratefully accepted. **** “Tell me.” I said, moving a bishop several steps forward (I intended to perform the castling maneuver later). “Is there something I should keep a note of? There’s sure to be something else I should be aware of when involving a Spirit.” Shaft took his turn and moved his pawn forward, deep in thought. YOU HAVE PEN AND PAPER? He asked hopefully, and I shook my head. “Where in the world am I going to get that? You best tell me verbally, I’m sure I will be able to recall it... somehow.” My Rook switched places with my King, encasing my king within a protective shield of Pawns and a Rook. (Hence known as Castling). IS YOUR MEMORY THAT UNRELIABLE? NO, THAT WAS A STUPID QUESTION, I CAN TELL BY THE LOOK OF YOUR FACE. OH FORGET IT, PLEASE TRY YOUR BEST. A knight leapt over Shaft’s many pawns as it advanced for the protective Formation. I moved a pawn on the other side of my board, preparing to let that side mobilize as well. * 1) Never get a possessed body rascally drunk. "Got anything to drink?" Tante asked. Wisp frowned and rummaged in his inventory, scowling as he dug out another gourd. "Dammit, those guys changed the water to wine again." he grumbled, taking a sniff as it. "From the looks of it, it must be Soju (rice wine).... Rice!!" "What? It's not my fault, Chosen one. Your spell caused the rice to ferment." A squeaky voice came as a tiny plant like creature popped up from the bag. "Yeah, and the fermented rice mash can just magically distill itself in the process. How many times did I tell you not to- don't drink that!!". Wisp's scolding was interrupted as Tante snatched the gourd of Soju from his hands. "This smells pretty good.". Tante took a sip, and grimaced. "This is pretty strong stuff you have here. Oi, Lance, get over here, we are taking a break!!" Lance finished off the last unfortunate werewolf and walked over with a wide grin on his face, almost similar to that of a child who has found a long lost favourite toy. Rice took this opportunity to dive back into the bag. "What a great feeling, to have a body again after all these years. I do wish that it was a woman's body though." He frowned, but brightened up when he saw the gourd. "Oh great, you have refreshments. Thank god, I was getting thirsty." Lance grabbed the gourd and started gulping down the Soju in large gulps. "Erm.... Lance, I don't think that is a good idea." Wisp tried to speak, but was forestalled by Tante. She was grinning. And grinning is a bad thing. Wisp decided against commenting any further. "What are you saying. It is a must for a knight to be able to hold his wine." Lance retorted, his face flushed red as he took another mouthful of soju. "Yeah, quit being a wuss and a weed and hand out the drinks already." Tante's face was also red as she grabbed the gourd as well. "And join us for a drink as well. I'm not taking 'no' for an answer." "I'll have you know that I'm a wimp as well, and I'm proud of the appellation, thank you very - wow, that turned out wrong." Wisp sighed and took out two more gourds, taking a sniff at each one and frowning. "I have beer and whisky as well, it seems. I will need to have a word with those Karpoi later on." "Karpoi?" Tante took the gourd of whisky and sipped it, making a face at the bittersweet taste. Lance was looking so red that he resembled a lobster. "I'll explain it to you later." Wisp chugged the gourd of beer down in one breath in and wiped his mouth. "And this is the last time I am doing this, is that clear?" "Yeah, yeah..." Tante was still grinning. Wisp made a note to watch for her in the future, his warm image of her crumbling down all around him where he sat. "Fweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee~" And Lance shot off like a bullet again, charging at another group of werewolves that chose the wrong time to show up. Wisp watched him go, and laid against the rock comfortably. "You know, I think he doesn't need our help. Don't you think so, Tante?" He turned his head only to see an empty space where Tante used to be. "Eh?" Wisp shook his head and took out a stick of celery, ignoring the bowl of rice being offered to him by Rice, who had a hopeful look on his face. The werewolves were at the wrong place at the wrong time. ** "And my pawn performs a super 15 hit combo against all odds to take out your Queen!" I crowed triumphantly as I somehow managed this ridiculous feat. "And that puts me at the other side of the board, I promote to Queen!!" ... ARE YOU PLAYING SOME TCG OR TABLETOP GAME OR SOMETHING? KNIGHT TAKES YOUR ROOK. I HAVE YOU IN CHECK. "A worthy adversary indeed. By the way, why shouldn't a possessed body get drunk?" My expression became serious again as I asked. THINK ABOUT IT. A SPIRIT DOES NOT HAVE A BODY FOR A LONG PERIOD OF TIME, AND THEREFORE HAS FORGOTTEN ALL NOTIONS OF BEING DRUNK. THUS THE SPIRIT IS MORE SUSCEPTIBLE TO BECOMING DRUNK, AND THE POSSESSION MIGHT ALSO BECOME UNSTABLE AS A RESULT. NOW I DO BELIEVE THAT IT IS YOUR MOVE? "... And while my King is in peril, the bishop swoops down on a rope and smashes its staff into the enemy knight's head, therefore taking it hostage." I responded by capturing the knight, smiling gently as I did so. "And yes, my bishop is a most cavalier person." BLAST. I THOUGHT I WOULD HAVE COVERED FOR ALL THE POSSIBLE WAYS YOU COULD MENACE MY KNIGHT. BISHOP RETREAT, WE HAVE TO ESTABLISH A DEFENSIVE POSITION. OH, AND NOW FOR THE SECOND RULE... * 2) Never join in a rampage when a spirit is involved. This doubly goes for certain if said spirit is rascally drunk. And doubled further if the joiners of said rampage is equally drunk. As it transpired, Tante couldn’t hold her alcohol at all. It only took her a few sips before she had a headache, and then it was made a lot worse because she didn’t want to lose to a ghost... So well.... Either way, she was feeling rather brave now, charging into combat without the support of her trusty spirit soldiers. Stabbing and slashing aways with spear in one hand and short sword in the other, Tante recklessly cut a bloody swathe through the werewolf pack, the sword effortlessly covering the blind spots of the spear. A limb cut off, a sword parrying and attacking the offending werewolf in self defense... The spear flying true, piercing and biting deeply into flesh and bone... And Tante in the midst of it all, pivoting and twisting, slicing and dicing, slashing and dashing, thrusting and withdrawing. A 5 hit stabbing combo using both the sword and spear was followed by a pivoting thrust which transfixed a werewolf upon the spear while the short sword set itself to work on another. A strange combination of attack and defense, yet entirely devoted to all out war... Tante got drunk in the moment, revelling in the blood shed. Wisp watched the two warriors systematically tear the werewolf pack apart, and looked at the gourd in his hand, having noticed a second group of werewolves arriving upon the scene as reinforcements. “Oi, Rice, got that mead? I know you must have kept some of it, even though I threw it out.” He patted his inventory. “Ah, Chosen One, that mead was the treasure of my people, bestowed upon us by your blessing... Of course we wouldn’t throw that away, it’s too precious.” Rice poked up again with a small bottle, filled with a clear golden liquid. He shot an accusing look at Wisp. “Flavored with cinnamon. Strong stuff, yet good for the body.” Rice uncorked the bottle and took a sniff. “It will be better if it were warmed a little. You can never go wrong with spices and herbs.” “For the last time, I didn’t mean to suddenly turn your dead into alcohol...” Wisp began, but Rice held up a hand. “Even the dead have a purpose. I’m sure they will thank you for it.” Rice held out the bottle to Wisp. “Now, take a gulp. And remember to savor it!” Wisp looked at the bottle apprehensively, and performed a mudra. "Abbot, please forgive me for what I’m going to do... Amitabha.” And having said this, he swallowed the mead, tasting the mouthful like you would a fine wine. He didn’t seem very apologetic however. (Author’s note: Personally I hate alcohol, so I have no idea what I’m talking about at the moment. :P)(PR note: I’m not of age, and religion forbids me from drinking, so no help from me...) Suddenly, his pale skin flushed a deep red, and steam began to pour out from his body. Wisp joined in the battle with crazed gusto, stats having been amplified by the mead. [Drunken Stack x 1. All stats + 10%, Drunken Boxing active.] | Vista of the Gods: Drunken StackTurn your intoxication into your strength, being able to utilise an erratic and free flowing fighting style based off the movements of a drunken man. Don’t try this in real life, you will hurt yourself!! In essence, the alcohol is used as fuel, and empowers the body further, augmenting its fighting abilties.(seriously, don’t.)Effects stack with each cup of alcohol consumed, but don’t drink too much!!.Beginner Level 5: Stacks up to 3 times. 1st Stack: All Stats +10%, 2nd Stack: Movement Speed + 50%, 3rd Stack: Drunken Rampage active. | | --- | Well... when I said crazed gusto... The werewolves looked confused at the staggering, falling-down-drunk that appeared before them. Normally people would either running away screaming their heads off or as they have learnt recently, getting chopped and hacked to little bite sized pieces. This one was neither. A werewolf raised a paw uncertainly to strike the silly-looking man down... And got an elbow in the face. The drunken monk grabbed the werewolf by the fur (no, not the fur!!) and fell backwards, his leg seemingly flicking outwards by accident and striking it on the crotch, which caused general wincing and watering eyes among the vicinity. The other werewolves looked at the falling-down drunk on the floor. One of the werewolves (for easier reference, let’s call him Bossy) pushed another forward. “Go see if it’s dead or something.” it snarled. “Must I?” its friend (let’s call him Henpecked) barked back. “Do it or I’ll bite you!!” Bossy snapped. “Fine, fine....” Henpecked moved uncertainly towards the drunk and used a clawed finger to poke him. … Oh, it moved. But why is it suddenly so fast? A disconcerting tempo was immediately set by the drunken monk, who suddenly moved with great speed somehow from a prone position, knocking them down left and right with a strange rolling movement and unsteadily getting to his feet. “Just look at him, he seems like he’s about to fall over any minute now.” “Grab him before he falls over... again!!” “Yeah, he might get hurt!!” Wait, what? Oh, he is taking another swig from his gourd again... An enterprising werewolf took the opportunity to try and grab the drunken monk from the back before he gets himself (out of good intentions?) and others (also out of good intentions) hurt. The drunken monk staggered and was falling on his back... [Drunken Stack x 2. Movement Speed + 50%] And yet, in that same falling movement, it got elbowed in the chest again, the drunk pivoting on the spot and attacking with multiple jabs which landed painfully on its torso. He fell down again, snagging the legs of the werewolf with his own and twisted, causing the werewolf to fall over painfully. “Why is a drunk suddenly so hard to catch?!” Werewolves were gnashing their teeth in frustration. Human fists aren’t supposed to hurt this bad!! While being chased down by the werewolves, the drunk drank from the gourd... again. [Drunken Stack x 3. Drunken Rampage active.] Having drank from the gourd again, his skin flushed a deep crimson. Steam poured out from his body in a flood. Grinning madly, Wisp set to work, suddenly seeming a lot more sober than normal. Today was indeed a very bad day for werewolves indeed. “WHERE‘RE THE REINFORCEMENTS?!” The werewolf leading the pack barked. “Sir, we ARE the reinforcements!!” a minion barked back. “Dammit!!” * “Look, this is getting silly.” I moved a rook forward, putting the king back in check. YOU WILL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE, COPPERS!!! Shaft moved his king out of check. It was a good thing that I had a second rook. “There, this puts you in checkmate.” I managed to drive the king to a corner and now placed my rooks side by side, locking the king in. …. MY KING MAGICALLY TELEPORTS AND EATS YOUR ROOK. “Still checkmate...” I relaxed and sat back. I DEMAND A RECOUNT!! “Can we just get on with the third rule already?” I wearily said. I STILL HAVEN’T EXPLAINED THE SECOND RULE YET. “That one’s pretty self-explanatory, but Lance, Wisp and Tante are pretty sensible people. I’m pretty sure that they will - ” I suddenly remembered that Wisp was with them, but shook my head and caught myself, trying to reassure myself based on my first impression of him.. “Wisp seems sensible enough anyway.” Do I really know him though? ** *Screams and whimpering from the werewolves as they get mercilessly slaughtered by a group of drunken people. The scene is too graphic for even this author to describe it, but let’s just say that there are flying limbs, intestines pouring out, blood spurting from decapitated bodies, loads of gore and blood, just the way you like it. You’ll probably never see a blood sausage the same way again. That is how gory it is.* Author's Note: In case you let your curiosity get the better of you, I have the uncensored version below hidden behind a spoiler (I’m experimenting with different methods of writing). **Spoiler** : I was kidding. I still have breakfast, lunch and dinner to eat. Maybe I’ll include that portion, it’s guaranteed to make people lose weight!! “Go on without me!!” A werewolf yelled. “LEEEAAAADERRRRRRRRRR!!” *Splat* *** “Oh yeah, they should be able to hold themselves back.” I said, confident in my first impressions of them, and presently ignoring the fact that I was usually the worst of them all. ***** Moon looked over the provided ingredients (wood, soil, straw) , frowning as she carefully examined them. They were of terrible quality, but considering the current financial status of her... clients, she was astounded that they even managed to gather them in the first place. * Some time back.... “Keep chopping!!” Athos yelled as he swung a simple woodcutter’s axe at one of the many thick oak trees that stood in the fields, ignoring the curious looks from the beginners that were just passing by. He repeated the motion over and over, hacking at the tree as though he was holding a grudge. “But Boss, we have been chopping for hours on end...” Porthos whined, but his actions have not lost their vigor as he cut down tree after tree with ease. “Do we have the money to buy gunpowder? Or even the ingredients for it?” Athos tried to reason with his equally unfortunate peer. “No, boss. Why are we even doing this in the first place? Couldn’t we just leave this until much later on when we are better established?” Porthos asked. “Didn’t Coach tell us that every good thing was all the result of hard work? Besides, it’s much better for us in the long run if we raised the skill proficiency from an earlier level.” Athos explained. “Didn’t Coach just solve every problem he came across with his fists rather than hard work?” Porthos pointed out. “Hmmm... You may have a poin - , look, just keep cutting, we can’t afford the ingredients at the moment. And even then, it’s still a good habit to cultivate. Look, even D’Artagnan’s going at it.” Athos pointed at a scrawny figure in the distance who has been attacking the same tree for the past 30 minutes. He sighed and fixed his statement. “Never mind. Just get chopping!!” He blustered. “No, it’s just you being cheap.” “...” Despite how badly Athos wanted to retort to that statement, he could not, for it was the indisputably hard truth. The desperate prideful stinginess of the musketeers under the tyranny of their coach as they attempt to save even a copper!! (Weed would have been be so proud of them.) And in the process, the fields around the Sleepy Fortress were currently experiencing the threat of mass deforestation, much to the dismay of the beginners. ** They must be seasoned players, Moon thought to herself, as she prepared the necessary equipment for the process - a pestle and mortar and a furnace kiln. “Gunpowder should be easy enough.” She had found the process on a history freak’s site: people would grind wood charcoal to a fine powder, using liquid to prevent ignition during the process. Since she didn’t have the benefit of the powerful grinding tools and millstones people had in the 19th century (a millstone would be useful, she realised), she had to go back to ancient history, and use a pestle and mortar to slowly do it. She wondered why people would research such subjects, but right now it didn’t matter to her. She heated up the flames in the furnace kiln with a set of bellows. It was hard work, but someone had to do it. By right, what she was doing wasn’t exactly what the ancient colliers (professional charcoal makers) used to do, but she didn’t have the specialised equipment to make proper charcoal. She would just have to improvise. “The things I do for my chosen career...” Moon sighed to herself as she pushed against the bellows. The kiln was made out of clay, and had a chimney at the top. She further extended it by hanging wooden stakes with some rope, and covered the logs in soil and straw to prevent air from entering. Leaving the logs to burn slowly and transform to charcoal, she spent her days maintaining the fire and and messing with recipes that she had thought of, only stopping to add more soil to the cracked and hardened soil and maintaining the fire. And of course, she couldn’t resist adding a little something extra to the mix... A few days later, she uncovered the soil and found that the logs had become charcoal, the wood having been coated with a deep brownish-black. A smoky and woody aroma could somehow be smelt. Moon made a note to go for a proper BBQ dinner today as her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she had not eaten since then. “I could have done better, but this will probably have to do for the first batch.” She took out the pestle and mortar and set to work, hacking a small piece of charcoal and grinding it carefully to a fine powder. Having been burnt slowly and dried out over the past few days, the charcoal was easily grinded to a fine powder. Have to be careful and not cause any sparks; don’t use too much force. Even as the charcoal has not been finely grinded yet, it was still a rather volatile substance, especially when she has added that extra ingredient for that... extra kick. She made a note to obtain a millstone in the future. She picked up the powder and looked at it, smiling, staying some distance away and flicking a flame at the powder. There was a loud but rather small explosion. Moon nodded in satisfaction, and picked up a second piece of charcoal and grinded it carefully with her pestle and mortar. *** When an exhausted Porthos returned with the next batch of timber, he found a soot-ridden Moon tucking into a steak, and cursed under his breath. Moon looked up at the involuntary sound, her cheek bulging. It was a rather lovable sight. Porthos blushed a little. “Ou wana ice? (You want a slice?)” She motioned to the piece of meat. Porthos caught himself before speaking. “Where did you get that?” He asked. Moon held up a hand and swallowed her mouthful. “I know my way around.” She grinned, and Porthos flushed a deeper red still, nodding. “I’ll try a slice then.” Porthos picked up a small piece of beef with a fork and looked apprehensively at the black powdery coating at the side of the piece. He thought nothing of it and put it on his plate, cutting a smaller bite-sized piece and chewing it. The meat was rather overcooked, but there was also a rather salty and peppery taste as well, which made up for the taste a little bit, complementing it even... “You like the gunpowder seasoning?” Moon smiled again as she saw Porthos gag and the rather ghastly expression forming on his face. “It’s fine to eat that, you know. I didn’t use anything else other than the wood you gave me, salt and some black pepper. I suppose you might consider magnesium to be volatile, but that’s actually edible as well, in small amounts. Fun fact, the French ate horse meat seasoned with gunpowder during the 19th century.” “Don’t scare me like that.” Porthos said, exasperated, and Moon giggled. “I see you might are done with the gunpowder then.” “Yup!! It’s not my best, but it’s my first attempt after all. I’ll slowly perfect it and give you the recipe afterwards.” Moon’s small and gentle smile became brighter and wider, and Porthos found himself ensnared in it. He shook his head again and asked: “It’s fine, this will do. But milady, could you humor me by answering this question?” “What is it?” “Why do you have to go so far for us? We are a poor people, there’s little reward in it for you. You could have spent your time a little more constructively.” Porthos considered the dire state of his group (which, compared to other beginners was better than average but still pretty poor). Moon clearly deserved better, yet chose to help them despite being better off. “It’s not all poor reward for me, you know. Firstly, I get to master a recipe with help from you guys. Secondly, it raises my skill proficiency in the Alchemist Skill. And lastly - “ Moon’s bright smile dimmed a little, became a little wistful even, her speech cryptic. “ - Because we are kindred spirits, birds of a feather.” ******** Meanwhile, in the forest between Howler’s Pass and the Sleepy Fortress... A werewolf was on all fours, and it was running for its dear life, tongue lolling out from its mouth. All it could think about is getting as far away from that young man as possible, for some strange reason. It suddenly felt a heavy and dense presence in its mind, a voice whispering like a slight breeze. Why do you run? “Have you seen that guy’s eyes? There’s something, something terrifying, something powerful. Who wouldn’t be running from that?” The werewolf thought back frantically. That gaze from back then... it felt a terrifying presence. Something ancient and ridiculously powerful. For a second, he could somehow imagine someone nodding its understanding. And then the presence left its mind, leaving it exhausted. It kept running anyway. The world is so much larger than it had initially thought, to have so many monstrosities within a single area. ********* In the darkness, something stirred. For a second, it thought that it could finally have some fun, but then a foreign presence appeared before it. It shrank back for a moment, hiding where it thought it might be safe, watching and observing the new presence in this new and unfamiliar situation. Surprisingly warm and free-spirited. Yet, there was something missing as well, a part of it that has been ripped out by force... no, that part was repressed, pushed to the deepest recesses. Much like how it was. For the time being, it seemed that this new presence didn’t seem to be a threat. It relaxed a little, but kept its guard up. And then it just stood there, watching and waiting. It was content to bide its time. It has already been released time and again, and a little extra time spent waiting didn’t hurt it in the slightest. Sooner or later, an opening will present itself. And it will be able to get out of this strange situation and have some fun. After all, that guy’s not in, so it felt certain that there won’t be any interference from him. ********************************************************************************************************************************************************************* The plot thickens!! Hope you like gravy. Also, this is just Part 1 of the Chapter. I'll get Part 2 out as soon as possible, it's a promise!! {[999abo}] Credits to: Randomleech for the Proofreading and being so patient with me (I hit a slow patch at the moment, so bear with me here.) Dreadmoirai for helping me shrink the images. Extra notes: Yes, you can actually have gunpowder steak (to an extent.). Just use potassium nitrate, magnesium, sodium and carbon. Article: <http://www.soshiok.com/article/6329> Also, in the 19th century, cut off from supply lines, the french soldiers ate horse meat seasoned with gunpowder. Randomleech could probably attest to that?

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Part 1.<br>The room.<br>When he opened his eyes the first thing he saw was a white ceiling,he tried to get up but his body wouldn't move so he thought the effects from the teleportation were still on and he wanted to say something about that but he couldn’t,no sound escaped from his lips,no matter how hard he tried. After some time two humans entered the room, a male in his 40 and a young woman both dressed in a similar way.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">''Well, she said that she found him inside a tunnel, there was an accident and the police said that most likely, a track hit him at high speed and there were no trace of braking, sending him into one of the pillars that sustained the tunnel, but if that was so, then that's nothing short of a miracle, to survive with just a broken leg and some mild contusions"</span><br><br>Seeing him awake they started to ask questions but they stopped after a few moments when they saw him looking at them with an empty look on his face, resulting in, them thinking that he was still in shock after the accident, so that’s why he couldn’t speak or show any kind of emotion, but that wasn't the case, he just didn’t understand a thing of what they were saying. After speaking to each other for more than five minutes the two humans finally left the room leaving him alone.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Seems that I escaped for the time being”he thought “but where am i, i never heard this language before I should concentrate on healing and learning more about this place first,oh well I ought to get some sleep while i still can."</span><br>After about two hours the presence of a girl in his room woke him up, She was trying to tidy up his room,seeing him and then the girl said:<br><span style="font-weight: bold;">"Did you woke because of me?Then i'm very sorry about that, but my assignment to come here once a few hours and check up on your condition and it could not be avoided"</span><br>After finishing her job she started staring at him with a strange glow in her eyes.<br><span style="font-weight: bold;">“I heard from the doctor that you can’t speak for now, thats to bad, because,you know you're a real treat to the eye. Hmm... Aren't you bored with just staring at the ceiling like that, I’m gonna turn the tv and see what's on maybe i’ll find something interesting.”</span><br><br>The boy was startled at first when he saw the people moving on the window. but what he wondered about the most was not how such a thing was possible but about what makes it tick.<br><br>After switching through the programs for a few minutes she stopped and then said in an excited tone,<span style="font-weight: bold;">”Look, its weed-nim on tv, its weed-nim! You know I soo love his adventures, You know some time ago he did a mission where he had to save a princess, and you know what he did, he kneeled in front of her and he said that he would protect her with his life, that was so lovely even with him in undead form, to bad he failed it.Ah, you don't know who weed is you don’t do you well he....”</span><br>After that she continued mumbling until realizing that she just spoke for about a half an hour without stopping.<br><span style="font-weight: bold;">”I’m so sorry, please forgive me, its just that i have a habit when i’m excited i tend to speak to much for my own good”</span><br>At that moment, though he still didn’t understand a thing, he knew that she was apologizing for speaking too much so he decided to put a good smile on his face, but that wasn’t from the goodness of his heart, it was just that thanks to her he now, had a good modality to learn the language and gather information which in his opinion, was more important than anything .<br>The girl sow that, and then she too started smiling for a few seconds and after that leaving in a hurry with her face red like an apple.<br><br>Part 2.<br>Walking again.<br>After that more and more people came to his room, most of which were dressed in white, but from time to time, some people come asking him questions, but he didn't took them into consideration because he concluded that there was nothing to learn from them, and thanks to the TV he was starting to learn more and more words with each passing moment.<br><br>Like that 4 days passed with him staring at the tv or listening to Min-seo which by the way was the name of the girl with the speaking habit.<br> After lunch the girl come back, but this time she wasn’t alone but together with 3 more humans.<br>He already knew the first two people,they were the first to make contact with him which he later found out that they were the director of this hospital Dr Hon and his assistant ,But he didn’t knew the third person but she was what you would call a cool beauty and she had a strong aura about her. <span style="font-weight: bold;">“Well you called me here for this patient,right, first start by telling me about what happened and why can’t he speak?”</span><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">“You know that big accident that happened on the tunnel a week ago, don't you , well he is one of the survivors from the accident, when he was brought here we didn’t think he would survive, but he did, and not only that, his recovery time is almost impossible, in this past week he recovered almost all his wounds even a broken leg, but one thing he didn’t do is that he hadn't said a word all the time, and what's more surprising is that we don’t know anything about him, not even his name, no matter how much we searched for it, and then we decided that for a full recovery, what we really need is a psychiatrist. After we searched for some time we found out that you had some similars cases in the past which you resolved.”</span><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">“Oh then I understand why you called me, but do you know how i resolved those cases before, i mostly used some contraventional mods which i thought were right at the moment, most recently i used the game Royal Road and it is showing some results right now, but i can’t promise you that I can give some result whit this case”</span><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">“I understand that, but the reason was we really cold you is that one of our investors lost his brother in this incident and if we find out the one responsible about it he would give a huge investment in our hospital, and the only one that was close anaf to see the cahsee and regained conscious is him, so if even a small chance that he knows, i want to found out.”</span><br><br>Well i understand now your motif, and i think the best thing to do right now is to transfer him to my clinic where i have the equipment needed and i can take care of him much better, is there anything else that i should know?”<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">“From what i know he didn’t even showed even any kind of emotion until now, do you really think he can recover after something like that??”</span><br><br>At that moment Min-seo tried to say something <span style="font-weight: bold;">“Sir can i speak?”</span><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">“What do you know something that we don't know?”</span><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">“Um, you said that he didn’t react in any way but in the time i took care of him he even smiled a few times, and i think that he can recover, given him the time he needs” </span><br><br>After hearing that the psychiatrist said with a curious expression on his face <span style="font-weight: bold;">“Are you really sure that he did that?”</span><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">“Yes”</span><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">“Wel Dr Hon you said that you would almost anything for some answers, then i think that you should borrow her to me from some time, because if we want a faster recovery we should let him in a company he enjoys.”</span><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;"> “If you're really sure that it can help even a little then you can keep her for as much you would like.”</span><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">“Then miss Eon”he was referring to his assistant”Go and make the necessary arrangement so that he can be transferred as fast as possible, OK”</span><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">“Yes sir”</span> She answered and then left in a hurry.<br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">“And you Miss Min, go with Doctor.”</span><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">“Yes.”</span><br><br>Through he still couldn’t speak he now understood almost everything they said, and he decided that he should do what he said because if he moved that meant that if someone were to search for him he were harder to find. After a few minutes Min-seo come back with a wheelchair, and while they were trying to move on to it he discovered something, and that was that he could finally move from the spot and that meant that he could soon begin speaking again.<br><br>________________________________________________________________<br><br>Well the last part of chapter one should be up tomorrow, and i want to ask you something,<br>i wrote this using google docs and when i tried to copy all the fonts,the signs and the photos i couldn't copy them here, how can i do that </div>

Part 1. The room. When he opened his eyes the first thing he saw was a white ceiling,he tried to get up but his body wouldn't move so he thought the effects from the teleportation were still on and he wanted to say something about that but he couldn’t,no sound escaped from his lips,no matter how hard he tried. After some time two humans entered the room, a male in his 40 and a young woman both dressed in a similar way. ''Well, she said that she found him inside a tunnel, there was an accident and the police said that most likely, a track hit him at high speed and there were no trace of braking, sending him into one of the pillars that sustained the tunnel, but if that was so, then that's nothing short of a miracle, to survive with just a broken leg and some mild contusions" Seeing him awake they started to ask questions but they stopped after a few moments when they saw him looking at them with an empty look on his face, resulting in, them thinking that he was still in shock after the accident, so that’s why he couldn’t speak or show any kind of emotion, but that wasn't the case, he just didn’t understand a thing of what they were saying. After speaking to each other for more than five minutes the two humans finally left the room leaving him alone. "Seems that I escaped for the time being”he thought “but where am i, i never heard this language before I should concentrate on healing and learning more about this place first,oh well I ought to get some sleep while i still can." After about two hours the presence of a girl in his room woke him up, She was trying to tidy up his room,seeing him and then the girl said: "Did you woke because of me?Then i'm very sorry about that, but my assignment to come here once a few hours and check up on your condition and it could not be avoided" After finishing her job she started staring at him with a strange glow in her eyes. “I heard from the doctor that you can’t speak for now, thats to bad, because,you know you're a real treat to the eye. Hmm... Aren't you bored with just staring at the ceiling like that, I’m gonna turn the tv and see what's on maybe i’ll find something interesting.” The boy was startled at first when he saw the people moving on the window. but what he wondered about the most was not how such a thing was possible but about what makes it tick. After switching through the programs for a few minutes she stopped and then said in an excited tone,”Look, its weed-nim on tv, its weed-nim! You know I soo love his adventures, You know some time ago he did a mission where he had to save a princess, and you know what he did, he kneeled in front of her and he said that he would protect her with his life, that was so lovely even with him in undead form, to bad he failed it.Ah, you don't know who weed is you don’t do you well he....” After that she continued mumbling until realizing that she just spoke for about a half an hour without stopping. ”I’m so sorry, please forgive me, its just that i have a habit when i’m excited i tend to speak to much for my own good” At that moment, though he still didn’t understand a thing, he knew that she was apologizing for speaking too much so he decided to put a good smile on his face, but that wasn’t from the goodness of his heart, it was just that thanks to her he now, had a good modality to learn the language and gather information which in his opinion, was more important than anything . The girl sow that, and then she too started smiling for a few seconds and after that leaving in a hurry with her face red like an apple. Part 2. Walking again. After that more and more people came to his room, most of which were dressed in white, but from time to time, some people come asking him questions, but he didn't took them into consideration because he concluded that there was nothing to learn from them, and thanks to the TV he was starting to learn more and more words with each passing moment. Like that 4 days passed with him staring at the tv or listening to Min-seo which by the way was the name of the girl with the speaking habit. After lunch the girl come back, but this time she wasn’t alone but together with 3 more humans. He already knew the first two people,they were the first to make contact with him which he later found out that they were the director of this hospital Dr Hon and his assistant ,But he didn’t knew the third person but she was what you would call a cool beauty and she had a strong aura about her. “Well you called me here for this patient,right, first start by telling me about what happened and why can’t he speak?” “You know that big accident that happened on the tunnel a week ago, don't you , well he is one of the survivors from the accident, when he was brought here we didn’t think he would survive, but he did, and not only that, his recovery time is almost impossible, in this past week he recovered almost all his wounds even a broken leg, but one thing he didn’t do is that he hadn't said a word all the time, and what's more surprising is that we don’t know anything about him, not even his name, no matter how much we searched for it, and then we decided that for a full recovery, what we really need is a psychiatrist. After we searched for some time we found out that you had some similars cases in the past which you resolved.” “Oh then I understand why you called me, but do you know how i resolved those cases before, i mostly used some contraventional mods which i thought were right at the moment, most recently i used the game Royal Road and it is showing some results right now, but i can’t promise you that I can give some result whit this case” “I understand that, but the reason was we really cold you is that one of our investors lost his brother in this incident and if we find out the one responsible about it he would give a huge investment in our hospital, and the only one that was close anaf to see the cahsee and regained conscious is him, so if even a small chance that he knows, i want to found out.” Well i understand now your motif, and i think the best thing to do right now is to transfer him to my clinic where i have the equipment needed and i can take care of him much better, is there anything else that i should know?” “From what i know he didn’t even showed even any kind of emotion until now, do you really think he can recover after something like that??” At that moment Min-seo tried to say something “Sir can i speak?” “What do you know something that we don't know?” “Um, you said that he didn’t react in any way but in the time i took care of him he even smiled a few times, and i think that he can recover, given him the time he needs” After hearing that the psychiatrist said with a curious expression on his face “Are you really sure that he did that?” “Yes” “Wel Dr Hon you said that you would almost anything for some answers, then i think that you should borrow her to me from some time, because if we want a faster recovery we should let him in a company he enjoys.” “If you're really sure that it can help even a little then you can keep her for as much you would like.” “Then miss Eon”he was referring to his assistant”Go and make the necessary arrangement so that he can be transferred as fast as possible, OK” “Yes sir” She answered and then left in a hurry. “And you Miss Min, go with Doctor.” “Yes.” Through he still couldn’t speak he now understood almost everything they said, and he decided that he should do what he said because if he moved that meant that if someone were to search for him he were harder to find. After a few minutes Min-seo come back with a wheelchair, and while they were trying to move on to it he discovered something, and that was that he could finally move from the spot and that meant that he could soon begin speaking again. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Well the last part of chapter one should be up tomorrow, and i want to ask you something, i wrote this using google docs and when i tried to copy all the fonts,the signs and the photos i couldn't copy them here, how can i do that

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> It's a secret place where you say what you think about Ace and his journey without him hearing about it and coming to give you a visit. <br>In reality I'm locking chapters so they stay in place so here you can say your opinions about the earlier chapters or mistakes you've noticed there. Also here I'll be asking about your opinions for things concerning my story and explaining why I'm doing what I'm doing.<br><br>The first thing I'm going to talk about is about stabbing Monthu in the back. Many have expressed their wish to see him horribly betrayed but I'm not that eager to do it. Firstly his team is a perfect cover up story. Second after they're quite well acquinted it would be much more evil to just kill him. Although it's only a game I'm sure he would cross Moral Event Horizon and I haven't decided if I really want that yet.<br>That brings me to the question wherenever Ace is gonna end up a Royal Assassin, Evil Overlord Behind the Scenes or some independant guy that could bring down empires and kingdoms if he felt like it through his wide knowledge of everyone's secrets and ability to assassinate anyone who would try to silence him. <br><br>It would be fun if you would share what you're thinking and choose one of these three and explain why you think it sits well with him <br> `:^:^)~<br><br>P.S.<br>For those of you that don't read random stuff when they're bored Moral Event Horizon is explained here<br><a href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MoralEventHorizon" target="_blank">http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/M ... entHorizon</a> </div>

It's a secret place where you say what you think about Ace and his journey without him hearing about it and coming to give you a visit. In reality I'm locking chapters so they stay in place so here you can say your opinions about the earlier chapters or mistakes you've noticed there. Also here I'll be asking about your opinions for things concerning my story and explaining why I'm doing what I'm doing. The first thing I'm going to talk about is about stabbing Monthu in the back. Many have expressed their wish to see him horribly betrayed but I'm not that eager to do it. Firstly his team is a perfect cover up story. Second after they're quite well acquinted it would be much more evil to just kill him. Although it's only a game I'm sure he would cross Moral Event Horizon and I haven't decided if I really want that yet. That brings me to the question wherenever Ace is gonna end up a Royal Assassin, Evil Overlord Behind the Scenes or some independant guy that could bring down empires and kingdoms if he felt like it through his wide knowledge of everyone's secrets and ability to assassinate anyone who would try to silence him. It would be fun if you would share what you're thinking and choose one of these three and explain why you think it sits well with him `:^:^)~ P.S. For those of you that don't read random stuff when they're bored Moral Event Horizon is explained here [http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/M ... entHorizon](http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/MoralEventHorizon)

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> TRRRINNGG!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Second Task –<br>It is now time for the second task, you must make me something unique, something that Theodore has not seen.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>As Theodore began to step back one of the participants shouted out, “Are you not going to tell us how we did in the first task? Who is winning?”<br><br>“No!” Theodore replied. “You all have qualified for the next round. That is all that matters.”<br><br>The dwarf standing next Weed looked stricken and then said, “At least eliminate the elf, he’s a disgrace, I mean he’s an elf and all he made is a knife. How does this qualify as useful?”<br> <br>Weed stood in shock silently. He didn’t anticipate a participant trying to knock him out. He prayed Theodore would not reconsider. All eyes in the hall were now at Weed. Most had not noticed there was an elf amongst them.<br> <br>“Vulcan are you trying to advise me?” Theodore asked as he turned beetroot red in color.<br> <br>“…”<br> <br>“Or are you implying that I lack the ability to judge rightly?” Weed could have sworn that Theodores face was the most reddish red he had ever seen.<br> <br>“But the elf..” Vulcan meekly argued back.<br> <br>“Are you so blinded by race that you can tell the difference between a steak knife and crafting knife?” Theodore shouted back.<br> <br>“But..”<br> <br>“Since you want someone to leave so badly you can, Vulcan you are hereby eliminated from the competition.” Theodore said this as he threw a hammer at Vulcan. Vulcan dodged the hammer but he never saw the running high kick coming. Some players laughed at the comical moment; the attention from Weed had been switched back to Vulcan who lay unconscious. However, everyone turned silent as dwarf guards picked up Vulcan and dragged him away. Theodore then grabbed the Sword that Vulcan had made and threw to after him. Some participants gasped as it appeared to be a very high level item, made of almost pure mithril. All the participants had assumed that the elimination had been a joke, the apprentices knew better. Theodore was merciless when it came to selecting apprentices. These were his true colors.<br> <br>“Is there anyone else who wants to say anything?” Theodore asked in an intimidating manner.<br><br>Only the sound of the wind blowing lightly above them greeted Theodore’s questions. Everyone else was too scared to mutter a word. Weed had his hand raised and was even waving it to be given an opportunity to speak. However, Theodore chose to ignore the elf.<br> <br>“Well then…” <br><br>“Wait, I have a question.” Weed said finally.<br><br>“Not another stupid one, great it’s the dumb elf too.” muttered Theodore “WHAT?”<br><br>Weed was not intimidated and calmly asked, “Can I use this knife for the second task?”<br><br>Theodore stroked his beard and looked at the elf. <span style="font-style: italic;">The elves were indeed perceptive.</span><br><br>Finally he laughed and said, “Why not. All of you may feel free to do the same.”<br><br>Weed quickly went and took out his new knife. An advantage and he figured he needed every one he could get. Fifteen other participants went forward and picked up their items as well. Of these, twelve participants who had moved forward in unison stared at each other before picking up their respective items. Thor picked up a hammer he forged and Cynbel picked up a pair of tongs. Pallidus picked up a set of small gadgets. Fourteen of the participants had made crafting related items; the fifteenth one had made an oddly shaped sword. It was the female blacksmith who picked up the oddly shaped sword. Nobody noticed these details but Weed. At this point the other blacksmiths shook themselves out of their stupor and began forging something unique.<br> <br>The forging equipment was the same however the pile or ores had been replaced with a wide variety of jewels and other resources. Players could use wood to make sculptures or use jewels to make trinkets. Alternatively, they could make another sword or shield or weapon which looked unique. Some players picked wood; these players decided they would make a sculpture just like the famous Weed had done in the past. After all, Lee Hyun designed this game, it was obvious that this test was meant for this. Furthermore, why else would they provide wood? It just stood out too much from all the other decorated resources.<br> <br>Other players went for more fancy materials like jewelry and gold. It was plainly obvious they were aiming to make jewelry. Weed on the other hand was beginning to despair. His artistic sense was zero, if he were to draw a stick people could confuse it for a squashed insect. He could mimic something to the smallest detail, but something original? Lee Jun struggled with originality. He knew he couldn’t make a sculpture he didn’t have the training or the eye for it.<br> <br>As Weed thought what to make, participants slowly began finishing off the materials one by one. Unlike the last round, no one came to replenish the depleted stock. When Weed finally decided on make the ring for Lisa; he noticed that he didn’t have any metal to use other than the tin and copper. The gold and other precious metals were finished and the only a tiny diamond was left. It was too small to be made into a ring and even if he could make a ring, he doubted he could pass of tin or copper as a suitable mounting. Players had greedily stock piled the items just in case they fall short of what they need. What was left behind was the most useless and unneeded materials. All the material he had could only be molded. Weed was drowned in his thoughts again. Making a tin man was an option but that wasn’t unique since it was really a character from a book. Weed sighed with frustration and cursed his lack of imagination where it was needed most.<br><br>Weed picked up a bucket full of wood, tin, copper, sand and lead. He then sat down in front of the pile of remaining raw materials and quietly stared at them. The other participants only gave Weed a passing glance. He was the only one who had not begun. Others were melting or chipping away. They could only think of it as the elves luck has finally bottomed out, <span style="font-style: italic;">that’s what you get for not paying attention.</span><br><br>Weed saw Theodore walking over each participant, examining their techniques. With each passing moment, Weed realized he was running out of time… ‘Time… of course!’ Weed thought. He remembered a grandfather clock he had seen when he was very young. It was an ancient relic in the current era but it was very precious to the old man from the school. Weed recollected how he would stare at the bronze pendulum tick tock left to right. ‘Thank goodness for science classes.’ Weed chuckled as he began melting away the tin and copper; combined they made bronze. Weed quickly put the tin and copper together into a smelter and began to mix them. Weed’s actions caught the attention of many participants who didn’t understand what he was up to. They could only conclude that the elf was a genius or crazy.<br><br>TRRRINNGG!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;">Perfect Bronze</span> – due to the high level of blacksmithing and the low level of the materials you have made perfect bronze this metal is stronger and easier to work with than its normal form.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>TRRINGG!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;">You have gained a new skill!</span> – You have acquired the skill alchemist! Master this skill to unravel it’s secrets!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>With every pop-up message appearing, Weed was secretly delighted by the progress he was making. But what was deeply troubling him was that some players had already finished their works, he was starting to fall behind. Those who were done put away their pieces and began touring the halls. It was interesting to see what everyone else had made and what techniques did they used. Most players rushed to see either Thor or Cynbel at work. The very best of apprentices who skills were unmatched. Thor was cutting away precious stones with a knife. Many ‘oooos’ and ‘aaaaas’ could be heard from his corner. Cynbel was molding small items out of gold, though smaller than the crowd gathered around Thor; the participants were equally in awe of Cynbel’s molding techniques. The level of detailing his molds imprinted was incomprehensible. “How is he doing that?” players asked one another. It didn’t appear like an in game skill.<br> <br>The other apprentices too were receiving much attention. Each participant had a favorite apprentice they secretly looked up to and hoped to rival. As time wheeled away slowly, players returned to their furnaces. They had seen all there was to see; some of the pieces that they had made varied, some great and some terrible. Only the apprentices had admirers, a thing of envy for all. Surprisingly, the elf and the female blacksmith caught no one’s attention.<br> <br>At some point, all the blacksmiths were done and had finished their work; except for Weed and the female blacksmith. They had been glancing at Theodore to see if he would end it since most were done but he was just silently watching the female blacksmith. Her technique was something unique, she used the oddly shaped sword she had as a blacksmithing tool to cut sheets of iron and gold. She tediously worked through all the materials she had, slowly cutting them, shaping them. Her elemental techniques surpassed everyone’s who was participating. Theodore’s interest in her technique was so great, that some players and apprentices such as Thor came to see it for themselves. <br>Meanwhile Weed happily worked on his grandfather clock. Thanks to his memory, he was able to sculpt a perfect imitation of the wooden frame of the clock. ‘Looks like the knife is already paying dividends.’ Weed thought to himself, as he added the finishing details to the frame.<br> <br>He then pulled out molds from the furnace. Though he had already molded the bronze into the gears and cogs, he was tempering them again and again. He wanted it to be sturdy and perfect. Since, he wanted the clock to be strong he concentrated on giving each piece, refining the already perfect bronze, applying earth affinity to sort the balance and density of the cogs. Small changes but just enough to increase the durability of the clock by a small amount. Durability wasn’t the only thing Weed was aiming for, he aimed to ensure it was elementally balanced.<br> <br>Once the gears, cogs and pendulum were ready and polished. Weed focused his energies on the glass. He first took the lead and grinded it into powder. He took a container and made a single whole in it. He filled the lead powder into the container and placed it into the furnace. Using a pair of bellows he blew air into the hole he made. It was a time consuming process, but once he was finished, Weed pulled out the container and smiled looking at the grey residue. He then mixed sand into the container and sent it back into the furnace. He applied fire elements for the extra heat, while stirring the contents.<br><br>TRRRINGG!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You created glass. This glass is special and will even sparkle!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>TRRRING!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;">Alchemist skill level up! </span> – You are now beginner level 2 alchemist!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>None of the blacksmiths paid attention to Weed. They were more interested in the female blacksmith who had stolen Theodores attention. The other blacksmiths couldn’t help but watch. No one had ever seen someone work multiple affinities at once and on top of that they had no idea why or what she was doing. Only Pallidus and Cynbel watched Weed as he worked. They were very impressed with the elf’s ingenuity. Few could have thought this far with the limited resources. Most might have given up, but Weed could solve any problem. Was the elf really a child?<br> <br>The female blacksmith finished the item and placed it on the display. She had made a shield. A very common looking shield. The other players didn’t understand why Theodore took such an interest in the female blacksmith but the shield was not unique, maybe uniquely made but as an item it was not unique.<br> <br>Theodore then turned his attention to the last participant, Weed – the elf. The only sound that filled the halls was the gentle tap of Weed’s hammer on the bronze. Making sure that he had all the gears right took Weed a fairly long time and he was worried about the time limit. Still no one had said anything and at this point he had decided that he wanted to finish the piece right, not fast. Weed finally finished all of the bronze pieces and went to look at the glass he had made. It appeared as a large block, which worried him but that was what the knife was for after all. He quickly cut out the sides, base and the top of the clock.<br> <br>The other blacksmiths were getting impatient, this competition was taking forever. Furthermore, it seemed like Theodore was intentionally waiting for the last two participants to finish. It was almost like he was giving them extra time. They were further irritated since they had hurried their own work to meet the moody deadline of Theodore. The blacksmiths wanted to voice their impatience but were afraid to say anything to Theodore. They didn’t want to end up like Vulcan and thus decided to just stand there watch Weed finish his piece.<br><br>Slowly and carefully Weed put the pieces together until it was a fully completed clock, when finished he placed it on the second task spot on the table.<br><br>TRRIINNG!!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;">Fine Piece: You completed a very durable clock!</span><br><br><br>Gears of Time – Durability 1700/1700<br><br>Surprisingly durable! This grandfather clock has been made in a glass and wood case; showing the world the gears as time passes by. On the hour a clear bell chimes out but no bell can be seen on the clock. It does not need to be rewound.<br><br>If placed in a craftsmen’s workshop then the time to complete a piece is reduced by 10%. It also grants the crafter greater patience improving production quality and making it easier to deal with customers.<br><br>Restrictions: Must be craftsmen to benefit from the clock and inside a crafting house.<br>The effect does not overlap with other items.<br>Number of Fine Pieces Created:1</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>TRRRING!!!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>As the builder of the clock you receive the skill slow time. <br><br>Slow Time<br><br>You have learned the skill slow time…<br><br>You may slow time by 1/5 its normal speed for yourself when blacksmithing. This will last for 5 minutes. During this time you may move normally. As you level this skill you may affect time for a longer period or slow it further.<br><br>Restrictions: Mana Conversion: 0.2, Stamina: 1000. Additionally consumes 100 stamina per minute.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>TRRING!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Dwarvish Blacksmithing Profession leveled up! – Beginner Level 5.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Weed smiled away! It was his first fine piece, it took forever to make but the effort was well worth it. All the apprentices and some of the higher level dwarves could forge fine pieces and better items but would they be able to do it at level FF/13? Unlikely. The requirements of the skill were beyond his reach, but its potential excited him.<br> <br>Nobody else could see the messages Weed saw, so they couldn’t understand why Weed was smiling. <span style="font-style: italic;">Was the clock really all that special?</span> It looked very ordinary. But none of these participants realized that Weed had neither glass nor bronze to make the clock to begin with. Only those who had witnessed the creation in the making could understand the efforts that went into making this.<br> <br>“With that I conclude this round.” Theodore said as he raised his hand.<br> <br>Everyone went back into their positions.<br> <br>“It was fairly simple this time.” Theodore chuckled. “How useful was the sword you made? Brothmoire?” Theodore asked a very short dwarf.<br> <br>“…”<br> <br>“Those who didn’t use their items from the last round are hereby disqualified. I clearly stated you must make something useful. Yet none of you used the items you forged. The fifteen who did use their respective items have passed on to the next round.”<br> <br>“Common!”<br> <br>“Are you serious?”<br> <br>There were a lot of complaints and protests.<br> <br>“I wasted 12 hours on this! How ridiculous is that!”<br> <br><span style="font-weight: bold;">“SILENCE!”</span><br> <br>The deafening roar shut everyone into silence.<br> <br>“My rules, don’t like them, then leave.”<br> <br>Nobody protested after that; there were dwarf guards moving in the shadows. Disqualification was better than imprisonment. One by one, the players were escorted back out from the way they came.<br> <br>“Well then, you fifteen!” Theodore said happily. “You must make something Beautiful!”<br><br><br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>Authors Note:<br><br>1. Edit by Knaivvs.<br>2. A special thanks to Twelve for co authoring this chapter and many more to come. I will be posting a lot more about this. :) Thanks mate, these chapters couldn't have happened without you.<br>3. This is not the V3C10, I planned, originally, I hoped this would be C8, but as I wrote it just became more and more....and V3C10...went on to become V4C2...at the very least.<br><br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Connect to Royal Road – Elementarem Vim next Chapter?</td></tr><tr><td colspan="2"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=416" target="_blank">Yes</a></td><td colspan="2"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=348" target="_blank">No</a></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- </div>

TRRRINNGG! | Second Task –It is now time for the second task, you must make me something unique, something that Theodore has not seen. | | --- | As Theodore began to step back one of the participants shouted out, “Are you not going to tell us how we did in the first task? Who is winning?” “No!” Theodore replied. “You all have qualified for the next round. That is all that matters.” The dwarf standing next Weed looked stricken and then said, “At least eliminate the elf, he’s a disgrace, I mean he’s an elf and all he made is a knife. How does this qualify as useful?” Weed stood in shock silently. He didn’t anticipate a participant trying to knock him out. He prayed Theodore would not reconsider. All eyes in the hall were now at Weed. Most had not noticed there was an elf amongst them. “Vulcan are you trying to advise me?” Theodore asked as he turned beetroot red in color. “…” “Or are you implying that I lack the ability to judge rightly?” Weed could have sworn that Theodores face was the most reddish red he had ever seen. “But the elf..” Vulcan meekly argued back. “Are you so blinded by race that you can tell the difference between a steak knife and crafting knife?” Theodore shouted back. “But..” “Since you want someone to leave so badly you can, Vulcan you are hereby eliminated from the competition.” Theodore said this as he threw a hammer at Vulcan. Vulcan dodged the hammer but he never saw the running high kick coming. Some players laughed at the comical moment; the attention from Weed had been switched back to Vulcan who lay unconscious. However, everyone turned silent as dwarf guards picked up Vulcan and dragged him away. Theodore then grabbed the Sword that Vulcan had made and threw to after him. Some participants gasped as it appeared to be a very high level item, made of almost pure mithril. All the participants had assumed that the elimination had been a joke, the apprentices knew better. Theodore was merciless when it came to selecting apprentices. These were his true colors. “Is there anyone else who wants to say anything?” Theodore asked in an intimidating manner. Only the sound of the wind blowing lightly above them greeted Theodore’s questions. Everyone else was too scared to mutter a word. Weed had his hand raised and was even waving it to be given an opportunity to speak. However, Theodore chose to ignore the elf. “Well then…” “Wait, I have a question.” Weed said finally. “Not another stupid one, great it’s the dumb elf too.” muttered Theodore “WHAT?” Weed was not intimidated and calmly asked, “Can I use this knife for the second task?” Theodore stroked his beard and looked at the elf. The elves were indeed perceptive. Finally he laughed and said, “Why not. All of you may feel free to do the same.” Weed quickly went and took out his new knife. An advantage and he figured he needed every one he could get. Fifteen other participants went forward and picked up their items as well. Of these, twelve participants who had moved forward in unison stared at each other before picking up their respective items. Thor picked up a hammer he forged and Cynbel picked up a pair of tongs. Pallidus picked up a set of small gadgets. Fourteen of the participants had made crafting related items; the fifteenth one had made an oddly shaped sword. It was the female blacksmith who picked up the oddly shaped sword. Nobody noticed these details but Weed. At this point the other blacksmiths shook themselves out of their stupor and began forging something unique. The forging equipment was the same however the pile or ores had been replaced with a wide variety of jewels and other resources. Players could use wood to make sculptures or use jewels to make trinkets. Alternatively, they could make another sword or shield or weapon which looked unique. Some players picked wood; these players decided they would make a sculpture just like the famous Weed had done in the past. After all, Lee Hyun designed this game, it was obvious that this test was meant for this. Furthermore, why else would they provide wood? It just stood out too much from all the other decorated resources. Other players went for more fancy materials like jewelry and gold. It was plainly obvious they were aiming to make jewelry. Weed on the other hand was beginning to despair. His artistic sense was zero, if he were to draw a stick people could confuse it for a squashed insect. He could mimic something to the smallest detail, but something original? Lee Jun struggled with originality. He knew he couldn’t make a sculpture he didn’t have the training or the eye for it. As Weed thought what to make, participants slowly began finishing off the materials one by one. Unlike the last round, no one came to replenish the depleted stock. When Weed finally decided on make the ring for Lisa; he noticed that he didn’t have any metal to use other than the tin and copper. The gold and other precious metals were finished and the only a tiny diamond was left. It was too small to be made into a ring and even if he could make a ring, he doubted he could pass of tin or copper as a suitable mounting. Players had greedily stock piled the items just in case they fall short of what they need. What was left behind was the most useless and unneeded materials. All the material he had could only be molded. Weed was drowned in his thoughts again. Making a tin man was an option but that wasn’t unique since it was really a character from a book. Weed sighed with frustration and cursed his lack of imagination where it was needed most. Weed picked up a bucket full of wood, tin, copper, sand and lead. He then sat down in front of the pile of remaining raw materials and quietly stared at them. The other participants only gave Weed a passing glance. He was the only one who had not begun. Others were melting or chipping away. They could only think of it as the elves luck has finally bottomed out, that’s what you get for not paying attention. Weed saw Theodore walking over each participant, examining their techniques. With each passing moment, Weed realized he was running out of time… ‘Time… of course!’ Weed thought. He remembered a grandfather clock he had seen when he was very young. It was an ancient relic in the current era but it was very precious to the old man from the school. Weed recollected how he would stare at the bronze pendulum tick tock left to right. ‘Thank goodness for science classes.’ Weed chuckled as he began melting away the tin and copper; combined they made bronze. Weed quickly put the tin and copper together into a smelter and began to mix them. Weed’s actions caught the attention of many participants who didn’t understand what he was up to. They could only conclude that the elf was a genius or crazy. TRRRINNGG! | Perfect Bronze – due to the high level of blacksmithing and the low level of the materials you have made perfect bronze this metal is stronger and easier to work with than its normal form. | | --- | TRRINGG! | You have gained a new skill! – You have acquired the skill alchemist! Master this skill to unravel it’s secrets! | | --- | With every pop-up message appearing, Weed was secretly delighted by the progress he was making. But what was deeply troubling him was that some players had already finished their works, he was starting to fall behind. Those who were done put away their pieces and began touring the halls. It was interesting to see what everyone else had made and what techniques did they used. Most players rushed to see either Thor or Cynbel at work. The very best of apprentices who skills were unmatched. Thor was cutting away precious stones with a knife. Many ‘oooos’ and ‘aaaaas’ could be heard from his corner. Cynbel was molding small items out of gold, though smaller than the crowd gathered around Thor; the participants were equally in awe of Cynbel’s molding techniques. The level of detailing his molds imprinted was incomprehensible. “How is he doing that?” players asked one another. It didn’t appear like an in game skill. The other apprentices too were receiving much attention. Each participant had a favorite apprentice they secretly looked up to and hoped to rival. As time wheeled away slowly, players returned to their furnaces. They had seen all there was to see; some of the pieces that they had made varied, some great and some terrible. Only the apprentices had admirers, a thing of envy for all. Surprisingly, the elf and the female blacksmith caught no one’s attention. At some point, all the blacksmiths were done and had finished their work; except for Weed and the female blacksmith. They had been glancing at Theodore to see if he would end it since most were done but he was just silently watching the female blacksmith. Her technique was something unique, she used the oddly shaped sword she had as a blacksmithing tool to cut sheets of iron and gold. She tediously worked through all the materials she had, slowly cutting them, shaping them. Her elemental techniques surpassed everyone’s who was participating. Theodore’s interest in her technique was so great, that some players and apprentices such as Thor came to see it for themselves. Meanwhile Weed happily worked on his grandfather clock. Thanks to his memory, he was able to sculpt a perfect imitation of the wooden frame of the clock. ‘Looks like the knife is already paying dividends.’ Weed thought to himself, as he added the finishing details to the frame. He then pulled out molds from the furnace. Though he had already molded the bronze into the gears and cogs, he was tempering them again and again. He wanted it to be sturdy and perfect. Since, he wanted the clock to be strong he concentrated on giving each piece, refining the already perfect bronze, applying earth affinity to sort the balance and density of the cogs. Small changes but just enough to increase the durability of the clock by a small amount. Durability wasn’t the only thing Weed was aiming for, he aimed to ensure it was elementally balanced. Once the gears, cogs and pendulum were ready and polished. Weed focused his energies on the glass. He first took the lead and grinded it into powder. He took a container and made a single whole in it. He filled the lead powder into the container and placed it into the furnace. Using a pair of bellows he blew air into the hole he made. It was a time consuming process, but once he was finished, Weed pulled out the container and smiled looking at the grey residue. He then mixed sand into the container and sent it back into the furnace. He applied fire elements for the extra heat, while stirring the contents. TRRRINGG! | You created glass. This glass is special and will even sparkle! | | --- | TRRRING! | Alchemist skill level up! – You are now beginner level 2 alchemist! | | --- | None of the blacksmiths paid attention to Weed. They were more interested in the female blacksmith who had stolen Theodores attention. The other blacksmiths couldn’t help but watch. No one had ever seen someone work multiple affinities at once and on top of that they had no idea why or what she was doing. Only Pallidus and Cynbel watched Weed as he worked. They were very impressed with the elf’s ingenuity. Few could have thought this far with the limited resources. Most might have given up, but Weed could solve any problem. Was the elf really a child? The female blacksmith finished the item and placed it on the display. She had made a shield. A very common looking shield. The other players didn’t understand why Theodore took such an interest in the female blacksmith but the shield was not unique, maybe uniquely made but as an item it was not unique. Theodore then turned his attention to the last participant, Weed – the elf. The only sound that filled the halls was the gentle tap of Weed’s hammer on the bronze. Making sure that he had all the gears right took Weed a fairly long time and he was worried about the time limit. Still no one had said anything and at this point he had decided that he wanted to finish the piece right, not fast. Weed finally finished all of the bronze pieces and went to look at the glass he had made. It appeared as a large block, which worried him but that was what the knife was for after all. He quickly cut out the sides, base and the top of the clock. The other blacksmiths were getting impatient, this competition was taking forever. Furthermore, it seemed like Theodore was intentionally waiting for the last two participants to finish. It was almost like he was giving them extra time. They were further irritated since they had hurried their own work to meet the moody deadline of Theodore. The blacksmiths wanted to voice their impatience but were afraid to say anything to Theodore. They didn’t want to end up like Vulcan and thus decided to just stand there watch Weed finish his piece. Slowly and carefully Weed put the pieces together until it was a fully completed clock, when finished he placed it on the second task spot on the table. TRRIINNG!! | Fine Piece: You completed a very durable clock!Gears of Time – Durability 1700/1700Surprisingly durable! This grandfather clock has been made in a glass and wood case; showing the world the gears as time passes by. On the hour a clear bell chimes out but no bell can be seen on the clock. It does not need to be rewound.If placed in a craftsmen’s workshop then the time to complete a piece is reduced by 10%. It also grants the crafter greater patience improving production quality and making it easier to deal with customers.Restrictions: Must be craftsmen to benefit from the clock and inside a crafting house.The effect does not overlap with other items.Number of Fine Pieces Created:1 | | --- | TRRRING!!! | As the builder of the clock you receive the skill slow time. Slow TimeYou have learned the skill slow time…You may slow time by 1/5 its normal speed for yourself when blacksmithing. This will last for 5 minutes. During this time you may move normally. As you level this skill you may affect time for a longer period or slow it further.Restrictions: Mana Conversion: 0.2, Stamina: 1000. Additionally consumes 100 stamina per minute. | | --- | TRRING! | Dwarvish Blacksmithing Profession leveled up! – Beginner Level 5. | | --- | Weed smiled away! It was his first fine piece, it took forever to make but the effort was well worth it. All the apprentices and some of the higher level dwarves could forge fine pieces and better items but would they be able to do it at level FF/13? Unlikely. The requirements of the skill were beyond his reach, but its potential excited him. Nobody else could see the messages Weed saw, so they couldn’t understand why Weed was smiling. Was the clock really all that special? It looked very ordinary. But none of these participants realized that Weed had neither glass nor bronze to make the clock to begin with. Only those who had witnessed the creation in the making could understand the efforts that went into making this. “With that I conclude this round.” Theodore said as he raised his hand. Everyone went back into their positions. “It was fairly simple this time.” Theodore chuckled. “How useful was the sword you made? Brothmoire?” Theodore asked a very short dwarf. “…” “Those who didn’t use their items from the last round are hereby disqualified. I clearly stated you must make something useful. Yet none of you used the items you forged. The fifteen who did use their respective items have passed on to the next round.” “Common!” “Are you serious?” There were a lot of complaints and protests. “I wasted 12 hours on this! How ridiculous is that!” “SILENCE!” The deafening roar shut everyone into silence. “My rules, don’t like them, then leave.” Nobody protested after that; there were dwarf guards moving in the shadows. Disqualification was better than imprisonment. One by one, the players were escorted back out from the way they came. “Well then, you fifteen!” Theodore said happily. “You must make something Beautiful!” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Authors Note: 1. Edit by Knaivvs. 2. A special thanks to Twelve for co authoring this chapter and many more to come. I will be posting a lot more about this. :) Thanks mate, these chapters couldn't have happened without you. 3. This is not the V3C10, I planned, originally, I hoped this would be C8, but as I wrote it just became more and more....and V3C10...went on to become V4C2...at the very least. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- | Connect to Royal Road – Elementarem Vim next Chapter? | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | [Yes](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=416) | | [No](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&t=348) | | --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> This is my first fanfic as well as my first attempt to write any type of story so I'll be experimenting with different writing styles and the time line may be a bit wibbly wobbly. I've written two prologues both can be read or not and it will not effect understanding in chapter one, as I plan to reiterate some things as I go. <br><br>The first prologue I kind of wrote on the fly, so it's kind of shot from your hip and get stray bullets in your friends butt. Enjoy.<br><br>Prologue 1 Jack and Jill:<br><br>Jack was running late to the OBGYN. The thought of the wrath of his overly hormonal pregnant wife, made Jack spint the last 100 meters. He arrived sweating and out of breath which did much to erase the disgruntled look from Jills pretty face. <br>'A for effort but not out of hot water yet' he thought.<br>He came over to where she sat and kissed her cheek while murmuring.<br>"Sorry I couldn't find parking." <br>She was opening her mouth to say something when a female voice called out behind him.<br>"Mrs. Smith, this way please to room four." <br>Jill got her rotund figure out of the chair with the assistance of her husband and followed the nurse leaving a relived Jack to follow.<br> 'Just in the nick of time' he thought.<br>He arrived in room four just as the nurse was handing over a paper smock.<br>"Please change, Dr. Evil will be with you shortly." the nurse said, closing the door on her way out. Jack couldn't decide if the nurse was efficient or just abrupt.<br><br>"I hate changing into these things, I thought I was just doing a follow up for the DNA testing, why to I have to wear this." Jill grumbled as she exchanged her maternity dress for the hated paper smock. She sat on the exam table to take off her shoes as Jack replied <br>"Well we've already payed for an office visit might as well check under the hood." causing Jill to chuck a shoe in his direction. With reflexes born of uncounted repetition of similar past matrimonial missiles he caught the shoe in midair and put in down next of it's mate. Jill smiled at him and again was about to say something when the Doctor knocked on the door and came in after getting permission to enter. <br>Dr. Evil was an older lady whose platinum blonde hair had aged gracefully to silver without much notice. She was an excellent Obstetrician and was in high demand. The Smiths had gone to her for that reason but stayed because of her bedside manner. So when she came in with a serious professional face instead of her usual warm smile and banter, Jack got a bad feeling the the pit of his stomach.<br>"Good morning Mr and Mrs. Smith" said Dr. Evil in a calm but subdued voice.<br>"Good morn... what's wrong with the test results!" Jill demanded immediately intuiting something was up and was never one to beat around the bush. Jack came over to the the exam table Jill was sitting on and put an arm around his wife, pulling her close.<br>Dr. Evil eyes filled with empathy and said.<br>"There's really no easy way to say this but your child is... </div>

This is my first fanfic as well as my first attempt to write any type of story so I'll be experimenting with different writing styles and the time line may be a bit wibbly wobbly. I've written two prologues both can be read or not and it will not effect understanding in chapter one, as I plan to reiterate some things as I go. The first prologue I kind of wrote on the fly, so it's kind of shot from your hip and get stray bullets in your friends butt. Enjoy. Prologue 1 Jack and Jill: Jack was running late to the OBGYN. The thought of the wrath of his overly hormonal pregnant wife, made Jack spint the last 100 meters. He arrived sweating and out of breath which did much to erase the disgruntled look from Jills pretty face. 'A for effort but not out of hot water yet' he thought. He came over to where she sat and kissed her cheek while murmuring. "Sorry I couldn't find parking." She was opening her mouth to say something when a female voice called out behind him. "Mrs. Smith, this way please to room four." Jill got her rotund figure out of the chair with the assistance of her husband and followed the nurse leaving a relived Jack to follow. 'Just in the nick of time' he thought. He arrived in room four just as the nurse was handing over a paper smock. "Please change, Dr. Evil will be with you shortly." the nurse said, closing the door on her way out. Jack couldn't decide if the nurse was efficient or just abrupt. "I hate changing into these things, I thought I was just doing a follow up for the DNA testing, why to I have to wear this." Jill grumbled as she exchanged her maternity dress for the hated paper smock. She sat on the exam table to take off her shoes as Jack replied "Well we've already payed for an office visit might as well check under the hood." causing Jill to chuck a shoe in his direction. With reflexes born of uncounted repetition of similar past matrimonial missiles he caught the shoe in midair and put in down next of it's mate. Jill smiled at him and again was about to say something when the Doctor knocked on the door and came in after getting permission to enter. Dr. Evil was an older lady whose platinum blonde hair had aged gracefully to silver without much notice. She was an excellent Obstetrician and was in high demand. The Smiths had gone to her for that reason but stayed because of her bedside manner. So when she came in with a serious professional face instead of her usual warm smile and banter, Jack got a bad feeling the the pit of his stomach. "Good morning Mr and Mrs. Smith" said Dr. Evil in a calm but subdued voice. "Good morn... what's wrong with the test results!" Jill demanded immediately intuiting something was up and was never one to beat around the bush. Jack came over to the the exam table Jill was sitting on and put an arm around his wife, pulling her close. Dr. Evil eyes filled with empathy and said. "There's really no easy way to say this but your child is...

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Sorry this was so late everyone. Usually I start writing and I'll just keep going and going. Then when I finally stop I'll go back and cut about a third of it, I like to keep what I write neat and smooth. Anyways this time I cut about eighty percent of it. For some reason I just couldn't stop every other sentence from rhyming with the one before it. This whole chapter sounded like a long corny poem. I have the next chapter completed already. I'm not sure how many people actually read my fanfic but if you would like I'll post it by Thursday night.<br><br>Once again if anyone has a good idea for this chapters name please let me hear it.<br><br><div class="spoiler"><div class="smalltext" style="margin-bottom:2px"><b>Spoiler</b> : <input type="button" value="Show" class="spoilerButton"></div><div class="spoilerContent"><div style="display: none;">----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>As I was running to the Eager Beaver I couldn’t help but have a huge grin on my face. I know I must have looked extremely creepy, maybe even scary but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t really care either, all I could think about was that all the time, effort, and planning was about to bear fruit. I have been waiting for this moment for far too long. <br><br>After I finally arrived at the Eager Beaver I stood in front of doorway trying my hardest to calm down and put on my best poker face. As I entered I was immediately greeted with a smiling face and a cute voice “Hello and welcome to…” It wasn’t long before Elizabeth noticed it was me, it was fairly easy to tell when she figured it out by her attitude. It had changed completely “What are you doing here?” I ignored the question while walking towards the counter, while I was walking I asked, “Where’s your father?”<br><br>“I asked you a question first and how many times do I have to tell you?” Her voice gradually became angrier as she continued “You can’t be here!” I replied in a sarcastic and nonchalant way, “I hear what you’re saying but in my defense I don’t really give a damn.” She was starting to get really pissed you could see it on her face. “Oh so help me Freya, I’m gonna kill em, I’m gonna kill em!” Seeing her like this brought a smile to my face. I kind of wanted to see how far I could push her, so I said “Why don’t you just calm down and do something that’s befitting your place in society, I know how about you make me a sandwich?”. “EEEGGHHHHH!!!!” she screamed as she threw a mug at me. <br><br> “Sound of mug exploding on wall!” I dodged it easily like a true zen master, I was so efficient and precise in the way I moved my body that there were no wasted movements. After all the training I had gone through in the game and in real life it was a feat that I could easily do. How I did that was by not moving at all. <br><br>She didn’t even get close, she had terrible aim. She was off by at least twenty feet. “Ohhh noooo” I said in a sarcastic tone “Look now there’s a mess, hold on I’ll get someone to clean it.” I looked around even though she was obviously the only other person in the room. After shrugging I said while trying not to laugh “Oh well looks like you’re going to have to do it. Well it’s only natural you are a woman after all.”<br><br> “EEEGGHHHHH!!!!!! I’M GONNA KILL YOU, I’M GONNA KILL YOU DEAD!!!!!” she screamed even louder than before. An extremely strong pressure, an overwhelming killing intent filled the room. It was so strong I was having trouble breathing, my body wasn’t listening to me I couldn’t move. The room fell completely silent. All I could here was my own heart beat. I looked at Elizabeth thinking I made a grave mistake, but upon looking at her terrified face I could tell that this pressure wasn’t her doing.<br><br> She looked so scared that she was at the point where tears where building up in her eyes.<br>A creaking noise could be heard coming from the doorway that lead to the second floor. Every few seconds there was some type of creaking noise. The sound of the creaking was getting closer and closer. Whatever was making the noise was coming down the stairs. As it got closer the overwhelming pressure increased. I could tell that it was near the last few steps. Then I heard something a bit different, something unexpected.<br>“PPfff”…”Hahahahahahahaha!!!” down stumbled her father laughing his ass off. “I see you’re just as bad as your father when it comes to women.” He said while grinning and trying to stop laughing. Then he continued “You guys take me back. It’s like watching how your father and Jessica use to fight.” “Mom knew his dad?” Elizabeth asked. “Her moms Jessica! Wait that means you and Jessica got together?” I said dumbfounded, that statement caught me completely off guard. Replying to his daughter Derek said, “Yeah honey, all three of us use to travel together.” Then he looked over at me and asked, “You know about Jessica? Ha-ha that makes me happy, your father must have talked about us.”<br><br>I was now full of questions and I wanted answers. “So that means you two got together? Wait where is she? I haven’t seen her around, how ha” I noticed as I was talking that the mood in the room had completely changed, it was now gloomy and depressing. After I stopped talking the room fell into an awkward silence. <br><br>Derek was the first to say anything, “Wow now that I’ve taken a good look at you, you seem much stronger and you even got yourself a proper weapon.” I could tell he was trying to change the mood. “Yes I even completed the basic training.” I said. You could see the surprise on Derek’s face, then he replied “What really, you did that in only a month? It took me almost four.” I couldn’t help but smile “I heard it was six.” “Eh, ugh, well,” Derek was stumbling on his own words. Then Elizabeth chimed in “Pfff, it’s nothing to be proud of there have been tens of thousands of people that have done it, even I did it.” <br><br>What she had just said surprised me. She didn’t seem like the type to do something like that. Derek then said “It’s not that he completed it, it’s the speed with which he completed it. Plus the only reason you completed it was because I sent you there for a couple of hours every weekend since you were eight. It took you over six years to complete it.” You could easily see that she was a little ticked off by what he just said. “It’s doesn’t matter how long it takes as long as you get it done.” She said with a bit of an attitude.” <br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">~Wow she is just like her mother. I’m surprised that I didn’t notice sooner. The color of her eyes and hair, the way her hair flows elegantly, her pink and slightly plumb lips. Even the way her attitude changes so easily. Though, the dead giveaways are obviously her hotheadedness and stubborn personality.~</span><br><br>“Actually I’m quite surprised you completed the basic training. You don’t look it one bit.” As I was saying this to Elisabeth, she was getting upset. “Are you trying to start another fight!?” “No I think you have misunderstood. I mean you’re so breathtakingly beautiful, I would have never guessed that someone that had even a fraction of your beauty had undergone such strict training, it’s quite impressive” As I was talking she started blushing, by the time I was done she had her hands up to her face. I could tell she was about to say something when her father interrupted. “Okay that’s enough of that!”<br><br>“So it seems you made good on your end of the deal here’s the key.” Derek said while handing me a mithril key.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quest Completed: Splat the Rat</span><br><br>Rewards: <br>+10 Familiarity with Derek<br>1 Mithril Key</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div></div></div><ul><br><li></li></ul><br> </div>

Sorry this was so late everyone. Usually I start writing and I'll just keep going and going. Then when I finally stop I'll go back and cut about a third of it, I like to keep what I write neat and smooth. Anyways this time I cut about eighty percent of it. For some reason I just couldn't stop every other sentence from rhyming with the one before it. This whole chapter sounded like a long corny poem. I have the next chapter completed already. I'm not sure how many people actually read my fanfic but if you would like I'll post it by Thursday night. Once again if anyone has a good idea for this chapters name please let me hear it. **Spoiler** : ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- As I was running to the Eager Beaver I couldn’t help but have a huge grin on my face. I know I must have looked extremely creepy, maybe even scary but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t really care either, all I could think about was that all the time, effort, and planning was about to bear fruit. I have been waiting for this moment for far too long. After I finally arrived at the Eager Beaver I stood in front of doorway trying my hardest to calm down and put on my best poker face. As I entered I was immediately greeted with a smiling face and a cute voice “Hello and welcome to…” It wasn’t long before Elizabeth noticed it was me, it was fairly easy to tell when she figured it out by her attitude. It had changed completely “What are you doing here?” I ignored the question while walking towards the counter, while I was walking I asked, “Where’s your father?” “I asked you a question first and how many times do I have to tell you?” Her voice gradually became angrier as she continued “You can’t be here!” I replied in a sarcastic and nonchalant way, “I hear what you’re saying but in my defense I don’t really give a damn.” She was starting to get really pissed you could see it on her face. “Oh so help me Freya, I’m gonna kill em, I’m gonna kill em!” Seeing her like this brought a smile to my face. I kind of wanted to see how far I could push her, so I said “Why don’t you just calm down and do something that’s befitting your place in society, I know how about you make me a sandwich?”. “EEEGGHHHHH!!!!” she screamed as she threw a mug at me. “Sound of mug exploding on wall!” I dodged it easily like a true zen master, I was so efficient and precise in the way I moved my body that there were no wasted movements. After all the training I had gone through in the game and in real life it was a feat that I could easily do. How I did that was by not moving at all. She didn’t even get close, she had terrible aim. She was off by at least twenty feet. “Ohhh noooo” I said in a sarcastic tone “Look now there’s a mess, hold on I’ll get someone to clean it.” I looked around even though she was obviously the only other person in the room. After shrugging I said while trying not to laugh “Oh well looks like you’re going to have to do it. Well it’s only natural you are a woman after all.” “EEEGGHHHHH!!!!!! I’M GONNA KILL YOU, I’M GONNA KILL YOU DEAD!!!!!” she screamed even louder than before. An extremely strong pressure, an overwhelming killing intent filled the room. It was so strong I was having trouble breathing, my body wasn’t listening to me I couldn’t move. The room fell completely silent. All I could here was my own heart beat. I looked at Elizabeth thinking I made a grave mistake, but upon looking at her terrified face I could tell that this pressure wasn’t her doing. She looked so scared that she was at the point where tears where building up in her eyes. A creaking noise could be heard coming from the doorway that lead to the second floor. Every few seconds there was some type of creaking noise. The sound of the creaking was getting closer and closer. Whatever was making the noise was coming down the stairs. As it got closer the overwhelming pressure increased. I could tell that it was near the last few steps. Then I heard something a bit different, something unexpected. “PPfff”…”Hahahahahahahaha!!!” down stumbled her father laughing his ass off. “I see you’re just as bad as your father when it comes to women.” He said while grinning and trying to stop laughing. Then he continued “You guys take me back. It’s like watching how your father and Jessica use to fight.” “Mom knew his dad?” Elizabeth asked. “Her moms Jessica! Wait that means you and Jessica got together?” I said dumbfounded, that statement caught me completely off guard. Replying to his daughter Derek said, “Yeah honey, all three of us use to travel together.” Then he looked over at me and asked, “You know about Jessica? Ha-ha that makes me happy, your father must have talked about us.” I was now full of questions and I wanted answers. “So that means you two got together? Wait where is she? I haven’t seen her around, how ha” I noticed as I was talking that the mood in the room had completely changed, it was now gloomy and depressing. After I stopped talking the room fell into an awkward silence. Derek was the first to say anything, “Wow now that I’ve taken a good look at you, you seem much stronger and you even got yourself a proper weapon.” I could tell he was trying to change the mood. “Yes I even completed the basic training.” I said. You could see the surprise on Derek’s face, then he replied “What really, you did that in only a month? It took me almost four.” I couldn’t help but smile “I heard it was six.” “Eh, ugh, well,” Derek was stumbling on his own words. Then Elizabeth chimed in “Pfff, it’s nothing to be proud of there have been tens of thousands of people that have done it, even I did it.” What she had just said surprised me. She didn’t seem like the type to do something like that. Derek then said “It’s not that he completed it, it’s the speed with which he completed it. Plus the only reason you completed it was because I sent you there for a couple of hours every weekend since you were eight. It took you over six years to complete it.” You could easily see that she was a little ticked off by what he just said. “It’s doesn’t matter how long it takes as long as you get it done.” She said with a bit of an attitude.” ~Wow she is just like her mother. I’m surprised that I didn’t notice sooner. The color of her eyes and hair, the way her hair flows elegantly, her pink and slightly plumb lips. Even the way her attitude changes so easily. Though, the dead giveaways are obviously her hotheadedness and stubborn personality.~ “Actually I’m quite surprised you completed the basic training. You don’t look it one bit.” As I was saying this to Elisabeth, she was getting upset. “Are you trying to start another fight!?” “No I think you have misunderstood. I mean you’re so breathtakingly beautiful, I would have never guessed that someone that had even a fraction of your beauty had undergone such strict training, it’s quite impressive” As I was talking she started blushing, by the time I was done she had her hands up to her face. I could tell she was about to say something when her father interrupted. “Okay that’s enough of that!” “So it seems you made good on your end of the deal here’s the key.” Derek said while handing me a mithril key. | Quest Completed: Splat the RatRewards: +10 Familiarity with Derek1 Mithril Key | | --- | *

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=119&amp;t=927&amp;p=4715#p4715" target="_blank">Previous Chapter</a> <br> <br>Author's Note: <br>People kept asking for more chapters and I just finished writing the first volume so to celebrate that I'm releasing three chapters this week instead of two. Hope you like it <br> <br>**** <br> <br>The melody continued day and night disappearing for a few short hours only to reappear again. With every day it grew more delicate and enchanting while the party was trying to resist it with all their might.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Why can't we just ask him where the damn cave is?" huffed the priestess in annoyance. "We'll never find it ourselves!"&nbsp; <br> <br>"Yes we will" growled Monthu angrily but now even his voice lacked conviction. &nbsp; <br> <br>They had spent another week walking around the forest with no luck. If not the flutist's words that the dungeon really existed, they would have given up long time ago. &nbsp; <br> <br>"I don't think so" quietly said the ranger. "If I walked by it and didn't notice this many times, nothing will change if I'll walk a dozen times more." &nbsp; <br> <br>The fruitless search put a toll on the whole party's morale.&nbsp; <br> <br>"But we can't trust him!" refuted Monthu with his usual stubbornness.&nbsp; <br> <br>"He's our only chance" fought the priestess. "If we don't use him, we might as well quit the quest. We've already wasted two valuable weeks for nothing. I'm sick and tired of this fog, trees and even more trees. I haven't had a good meal since forever and all my robes are grey if not black. One could mistake me for a believer of Beelzebub. Yet you still continue with this nonsense. So choose now we're going home or to ask the flutist directions. I'm not wondering around in this god forsaken land a minute more."&nbsp; <br> <br>Hawk and Paradox stood at Aurora's sides looking at their friend with sunken eyes and drooping shoulders waiting for an answer. Monthu looked at them and felt a pang of guilt. If he could walk around for a month without losing resolve or getting tired, it didn't mean others could. They were not monsters. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Fine" he nodded in resignation and walked towards the flutist's place.&nbsp; <br> <br>Just like always the kid was sitting calmly his fingers nimbly running over the delicate buttons and producing sweet sounds. They waited for him to finish and then approached.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Welcome back, my friends. Have you come to say goodbye?" such polite talk and sophisticated insult didn't go well with his childish look but Ace was a bit tired himself. He's been using magic to strengthen the melody and the concentration required to keep the [Flare], play, use magic and keep aware of one's surroundings was immense.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Would you like to join us?" asked Reaper without beating around the bush and extending his hand. Ace tilted his head but after a few moments took the outstretched hand. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Sure" &nbsp; <br> <br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">*You've joined a party.* </div></td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br> <br>Without any more words exchanged he walked to the right. There were a lot of small bushes and deep cavities but nothing resembling a cave. Sliding down inside one Ace looked for a sign and found the cross shaped stone he had left. Standing up he muttered.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Visions of old that were placed to hide the truth from strangers and ignorant ones show me your true colours, Revelation!"&nbsp; <br> <br>At first nothing seemed to happen but then the air in front of Ace started to shimmer and one side of the hollow turned into a small entrance. It was around 50-70 centimeters tall which allowed only for crawling.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Are you sure this is the one?" asked Aurora apprehensively. She didn't feel like destroying her last dress for good.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Well, this is the only one I know of" answered Ace shrugging.&nbsp; <br> <br>"No surprise I couldn't find it" sighted Hawk in relief "It was hidden by magic".&nbsp; <br> <br>"So you're a mage?" speculated Reaper.&nbsp; <br> <br>Ace just smiled and lowered himself on all fours and entered the small space. It was very rocky and sharp scrapping the soft skin of his palm. Ignoring the slight pain he went ahead and after a while emerged into a wide cavern. It was extremely dark so he raised the little flame up and took a better look.&nbsp; <br> <br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">DUNGEON: You are the very first players to discover Levin's Hideout <br> <br>Reward: Fame +200.&nbsp; <br> <br>For a week from this moment you’ll receive double experience and your chance to get rare items will be tripled. After the week, you will receive only double chance for rare items as the founders. </div></td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br> <br>'As expected the cave was unexplored and still preserved its many treasures.’ The route ahead was split into five different paths. Each of them had a gemstone over the entrance ruby, sapphire, jade, crystal and diamond respectively. The party emerged with awed expressions. &nbsp; <br> <br>"What is this place?" asked Aurora looking around. &nbsp; <br> <br>"This is amazing" agreed Hawk. <br> <br>'You've been kicked out of the group' <br> <br>Ace raised his eyebrow but decided to stay calm. They'll need him again soon enough and then he'll make them pay a price. For now he'll just follow and watch pretending to be content. He should be higher level than them so it shouldn't make a big difference later on. <br> <br>His killings in the city had given more than plenty of experience to level up. <br> <br>The Reaper chose jade cave and cautiously walked in. Feeling like having a little petty revenge, Ace controlled his [Flare] to hide in his cowl. Blackness fell over the group.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Why did you do that?" shouted Aurora with annoyance and what could be mistaken for a fear in her voice.&nbsp; <br> <br>"I'm tired. I need to preserve my energy" was the given answer.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Do you ever stop lying? You hid it, not released" hissed Monthu. &nbsp; <br> <br>"What are you saying? Why would I do that?" shouted Ace with outrage while hardly keeping himself from laughing. He was lying and he knew that they knew it too but couldn't do a thing about it. 'You get what you deserve.'&nbsp; <br> <br>Monthu could swear he saw the bastard smiling even in this pitch black darkness. 'He probably thinks we'll come begging, well, he has another thing coming.'&nbsp; <br> <br>"Paradox summon the fire elemental"&nbsp; <br> <br>"Sure, brother" answered the red robed mage and started to chant with his eyes closed. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Fires that burn within everyone, flames that punish the unworthy, light that shows the way strengthen the bond and create a soul to fight for your servant to show the world the truth, Summon Fire Elemental!" &nbsp; <br> <br>A blinding light flashed once and in its place a body made solely of fire appeared. It lightened the surroundings and Monthu threw a Cheshire cat smile towards the flutist but the guy didn't even acknowledge it. He was rummaging through his backpack and then took something out with a satisfied smile. Before a moment's pass the kid was holding a stick with something akin to marshmallow on it towards the flaming beast. The elemental looked shocked out of its wits. &nbsp; <br> <br>"What the hell do you think you're doing?"&nbsp; <br> <br>"Roasting a marshmallow, what else?" was the simple answer, Ace didn't even lift his head for that. He was smiling slightly to annoy the Reaper even more. It was fun to throw him off his high horse. 'Not everyone will always do what you expect. Some people just want to have some fun.' Rotating the stick he made sure that all sides were similarly light brown before happily munching on it. &nbsp; <br> <br>"So are we going to explore it? Or are we taking a break?"&nbsp; <br> <br>Monthu glared but knowing better than to try getting rid of him he went to the jade cave. Paradox sent his elemental ahead with his brother and went last. Ace decided to join him. The better access you have to your enemy's weakness the better. If he could make the kid his friend, it would even be possible to join the group for real.&nbsp; <br> <br>"So have you been to many adventures?" &nbsp; <br> <br>"Like three or four. Why?" asked Paradox suspiciously, his brother made him promise not to trust the flutist but never gave a real reason why. His natural curiosity was fighting against his duty to fulfil the promise.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Well, I've just left the city. It's my first time out!" whispered the kid whose name he had forgotten.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Really?" that was shocking. Nobody stayed in the city for long. The slowest ones took a month to get accustomed before curiosity made them leave the safety of the city walls. <br> <br>"Yeah... The second day I met an old man and he asked me for help. Of course, I agreed" Par nodded. 'A real knight couldn't act any differently.' He started to respect the stranger. "But his orders never ended! Once I did something he thought of something new! I was stuck in the eternal cycle! Only after half a year did I finally manage to think of a way out and save myself." &nbsp; <br> <br>"And how did you do that?" &nbsp;asked Par interested in the story. <br> <br>"Believe it or not but all I had to do was refuse his reward saying I wasn't worth it and am not good enough to work for him. The evil old man wholeheartedly agreed to me before realizing what he had said. Then I was free of the curse and left the city. I walked around for a while and stumbled upon this forest. It was so quiet that I decided to rest and learn to play a flute. My father played it and I can't let him down!" explained Ace. <br> <br>"But that counts as an adventure! You escaped the clutches of an evil mage without anyone's help!" argued Par raising his voice a bit.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Do you... really think it's worth being called an adventure?" the kid's eyes were cast down but his voice quivered a little with hope constricting his throat.&nbsp; <br> <br>Par nodded vigorously.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Of course!"&nbsp; <br> <br>"Thanks!" a small smile brightened the kid's face. "Will you tell me about your travels? Have you seen a dragon?"&nbsp; <br> <br>"No, but we...." Paradox started his first tale and Ace listened to him attentively while also keeping an eye on the front of the group. &nbsp; <br> <br>Monthu was walking along the elemental and was getting more agitated with each step. They had already walked a mile or two without meeting anything or anyone. That was simply unnatural to a dungeon. Then a loud female chuckle came from around the bend. That helped to relax Monthu a little. He was used to fighting not looking for traps and playing mind games. Without a second thought he jumped and hit the first thing he saw. &nbsp; <br> <br>It was a flower the size of the human. She and two of her comrades used their leafs as hands and had faces in their blooms. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Who are you?!" they shouted in synchrony while summoning vines to trap his body but the fire elemental made short work of them. &nbsp; <br> <br>Free once again Monthu used his war scythe to cut the flowers' leafs but they just grew them again after a bit of screaming and cursing. A vine appeared before him but he managed to dodge at the last second and used the momentum to cut one of the flowers’ stem. It shrieked but didn't die. Changing his grip Monthu tried to stab the flower but sharp pain enveloped his arm. Swiftly turning around he saw the third flower with her leaf that had become as sharp as a dagger in his shoulder. With a hiss he jumped away and quickly assessed the fight. The elemental and Hawk were trying to hit one of the flowers but she was very thin and evaded many of the attacks. She had no chance to counter-attack but it still was taking them a lot of time to kill her. The almost dead flower was crawling away while vines blocked the path after her. The last flower, the one that had sneaked up on him, was licking the blood off her leaf/hand/blade. Then a red aura surrounded her. 'That can't be good' &nbsp; <br> <br>"Hawk shoot the running one! I'll take care of the agile one!" With that he dashed off towards the flower. He ducked to evade the arrows and jumped bringing his scythe down with force on the flower. The blade now stuck in its head kept it in place while two fireballs exploded in her face making the flower disappear in a grey flash. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Healing hand!" A white light descended on his shoulder but Monthu ignored it. There was now a wholly red flower with a malicious grin on her face looking straight at him. Seeing him tense and grip his weapon more tightly she smiled even wider and created a war scythe from vines. It was red too. With a maniacal laugh she jumped forth and started to swing her weapon. Monthu blocked it with his own and kept on doing that. The flower's speed was unparalleled her thrusts and swings hardly caught by naked eye. It was all he could do to defend and not suffer fatal damage. Hawk was shooting his arrows with lightning speed but the red flower didn't seem to mind. She even disregarded the fireballs thrown by the elemental. It was as if she only saw him. &nbsp; <br> <br>In ten more minutes the arrows and fire finally put it down. Monthu felt so tired that he more like fell to the ground than sitting. His lungs were screaming for air and his muscles didn't want to be used ever again.&nbsp; <br> <br>Ace, on the other hand, was still listening to Paradox. The kid didn't acknowledge the fight as if it didn't concern him at all which made Ace think if maybe it was really the case. He watched from the sidelines as Monthu engaged and fought with careless abandon. And he was pretty much the only one fighting. Hawk was shooting arrows and the elemental was throwing fireballs here and there but in reality everything was done by Monthu. They were just assets to make his life easier. &nbsp; <br> <br>Once the fight was over Paradox called up his elemental healed him, restored its mana, sent him back to the front and continued with his second adventure. 'It's really sad' thought Ace and looked to where the big brother was resting at the moment. His breathing was returning to normal at a fast pace and he was already standing up. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Well, that was a good fight" he said and collected the loot. &nbsp; <br> <br>'Why do they put up with him?' wondered Ace. 'He made his brother believe that being an elemental mage and summoning creatures was cool but Aurora and Hawk weren't kids. They couldn't be fooled that easily. So why were they following him? Pretending to be a team when in reality they were nothing else but his lapdogs?' It was a mystery and Ace felt like being a detective for a while. It's not like he had anything better to do.&nbsp; <br> <br>The fights continued the same till the end of the day. Monthu played while others assisted him and Ace talked to Paradox. The kid was pretty smart; it was sorrowful that he was stuck in the back doing nothing. From his talks Ace gathered that it was always like that and he was bored most of the time. 'That's why he was so eager for my company'. &nbsp; <br> <br>When Monthu decided it was time to rest, the elemental lighted the logs they had carried from the forest and vanished. Aurora showed up to be the traditionalist and cooked. The steaks were nothing spectacular but it won against barley bread, he’d bought as it was cheap and took forever to go bad, any time of the day. The priestess even served him with a smile which made Ace wonder what was going in her head. &nbsp; <br> <br>A week passed like that and the party got used to Ace tagging along even though he wasn't getting any xp or loot. They'd given up on figuring out his purpose and were simply thankful for keeping Paradox occupied and happy. It might have gone on forever but Ace and jade cave had other plans.&nbsp; <br> <br>Once again everyone returned from real life and prepared to battle. Well, everyone beside Ace. He had arrived much earlier than others and was playing the flute. It was his usual and with magic's help he managed to become quite proficient with it. He had to use less and less of it to sound well. &nbsp; <br> <br>They set out and marched ahead in the same formation Monthu in front with elemental while everyone else followed them loosely. &nbsp; <br> <br>"How was your sleep?" asked Paradox.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Pretty uneventful" laughed Ace while his eyes sharpened on something in the front and he shouted out. "I wouldn't step on that if I were you..."&nbsp; <br> <br>"What?" asked Monthu surprised. The kid had never interfered with his hunting before.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Look closely a few steps ahead, your knee level."&nbsp; <br> <br>Not sure what to expect he squatted down. At first he didn't notice anything but then as the elemental moved a bit the light caught on something. A silver thread? &nbsp; <br> <br>"It's a trap!"&nbsp; <br> <br>"Well, du'h" said Ace rolling his eyes. &nbsp; <br> <br>"How did you notice it from so far away?" wondered Monthu not fully able to hide the amazement in his voice. He might be a brute but he knew well what happened to those who unsuspectingly walked into a trap. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Trap mastery" answered Ace shrugging. "What else could it be?"&nbsp; <br> <br>"But aren't you a mage? And then you've lied to my brother. It's not your first time out"&nbsp; <br> <br>At that Par's eyes widened and he looked at his new friend waiting for assurance that it was not. Ace didn't make him wait. &nbsp; <br> <br>"I spent half a year in a city. Don't you think I would have learnt a trick or two in that time? Did you really believe playing a flute is all I'm capable of?" Seeing everyone's eyes widen, the kid burst out laughing. "You actually did, didn't you?" he shook his head still chuckling. "Just as well, I'll show you something. I was getting bored here anyway".&nbsp; <br> <br>With that he jogged to the front jumping over the silver line and disappeared over a bend. The party looked at each other but no one had any ideas what the kid was up to so they followed. &nbsp; <br> <br>Behind the bend was a sandy coloured tiled floor. There was no questioning if it was a trap but the kid seemed to not have gotten the meme. He ran straight in jumping from one to another without a care or so it looked. &nbsp; <br> <br>In reality, Ace was quickly scanning the room and making decisions based on that. It was dangerous because a simple mistake would cost his life but it was a time to show off and he couldn't do it half-assedly. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Wait there!" he shouted to the group and ran ahead looking for some enemies, just jumping through traps wasn't going to cut it. To be let in he not only had to earn their trust, prove useful but most importantly impress them. So he ran and ran until a group of cavemen entered his sight.&nbsp; <br> <br>Then he started to sneak and reached their camp unnoticed, but instead of attacking he struck the gong signalling for reinforcements to come. That of course removed his [Shadow Veil]. Monsters didn't show his courtesy and attacked the moment they noticed him but Ace was expecting that and dodged their attacks. He played for a while evading until the enforcement group came. Then he slipped through their ranks and ran off at top speed. &nbsp; <br>He was panting by the time he reached the trapped tiles but it was not the end yet. There were ten enraged cavemen on his tail. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Don't interfere" he shouted to the ranger, who had already picked up his weapon, and stopped in the middle of tiles. By the time enemies caught up he had caught his breath and was ready for battle. In a fair fight he would have had no chance against eleven full health cavemen but he wasn't one to play by the rules. He waited for the monsters to reach first steps and jumped up gluing himself to the ceiling.&nbsp; <br> <br>Swiiish! <br> <br>A barrage of arrows shot from all sides embedding themselves into the cavemen's soft flesh. They screamed in agony but didn't hurry to die. Once the onslaught of arrows was finished Ace fell down on one of the cavemen's shoulders using [Cut-throat] and [Heart-seeker].&nbsp; <br> <br>Before the guy could fade into grey mist he jumped onto another but this one was prepared and tried to grab him. Ace produced a pair of knifes at the heels of his boots and jabbed at the reaching fingers with one foot while using [Cut-throat] with the other.&nbsp; <br> <br>He jumped up evading a spear thrown his way and threw an invisible spell towards the group. Then with a spin kick he cut two cavemen and threw a poisoned knife towards a third one. Landing on the side of a wall he pushed himself away with a force and jumped back into the fray. Monsters tried to catch him with bare hands or skewer with weapons but his agility and evasion was just too great, hardly anything touched him.&nbsp; <br> <br>He was bathing in blood of his enemies and sometimes his own. Trap was reactivated from time to time when a previously left alone tile was stepped on and even more blood was shed. A stray arrow hit Ace's shoulder but received no acknowledgement. He was too busy jumping back and forth in every direction, slashing and stabbing whenever an opening appeared. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Heart-seeker" Ace muttered killing a cavemen warrior and looking around where to jump next. But there was no one around. Only the crimson coloured walls met his searching gaze. &nbsp; <br> <br>He closed his eyes for a moment and then turned around still breathing heavily and in a fighting stance. &nbsp; <br> <br>The sight could have been comical if he had had any energy to look for it. Aurora was staring wide eyed through the spaces between her fingers covering her face while Monthu and Hawk looked unable to say anything. There was neither horror or admiration in their faces but some kind of a mix of two. Like if you saw your little innocent brother suddenly take up a dagger and go out slashing and stabbing every monster in sight and bathing in their blood. It was simply impossible to get your head around. &nbsp; <br> <br>A slight smile manifested upon Ace's face and in his crimson soaked appearance it looked even more devious. &nbsp; <br> <br>"So what do you think? I'm still only good at playing a flute?" &nbsp; <br> <br>"Paradox" suddenly shouted Monthu in horror. How could he have allowed his brother to see this?! He was only a kid! &nbsp; <br> <br>"What brother?" asked Par glancing around in alarm. To Monthu's surprise he had been looking at a bare wall like it was something spectacular. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Why were you looking at that wall?" asked Aurora in a shaky voice. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Can't you see WolfMan going there? I haven't seen this episode before!" answered Par with a happy smile and turned back.&nbsp; <br> <br>Cautiously Monthu walked closer. When he was a few feet away, he felt the air shimmer and a crudely made screen appeared before his eyes. Some kind of animation was going there but it lacked the refinement of a true one. Leaving the illusion he turned towards the tired kid still standing ready for battle. &nbsp; <br> <br>"It's your doing, isn't it?" asked Monthu sullenly.&nbsp; <br> <br>The kid just nodded which made the guy even more annoyed. How could he have forgotten his own brother while a stranger did not? "It's very crude. If that's the best you can do, I'm not sure why you even learnt it." &nbsp; <br> <br>Ace looked at Monthu's eyes trying to decipher the meaning of his words and then he did a loud laugh escaped his mouth. Still chuckling he answered the accusation.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Sorry for not being able to fully concentrate on it while being attacked by a horde of monsters."&nbsp; <br> <br>Then he sat down against the wall cross-legged and closed his eyes. &nbsp; <br> <br>A soft wind brushed past the group and surprised they looked around. A gasp of surprise escaped Aurora's lips. They were standing on a road in a thick forest. The wind was slightly moving leafs while insects played their songs. A loud howl could be heard from somewhere afar. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Where are we?" she whispered. "Weren't we in a cave? Did we trigger some kind of teleportation spell?" &nbsp; <br> <br>"It's only an illusion" said Monthu but even he had a hard time believing that. Every little sound was accurate. Deciding to prove himself and others that it was fake he tried to get past the thick trees where the wall was supposed to be. To his utter surprise instead of the hard rock he touched the trees bark and with a force even managed to get it off a tree. &nbsp; <br> <br>"What is going on here?" he exclaimed.&nbsp; <br> <br>At that moment Par started to point at something in the blue sky. Two white quickly growing dots were coming their way. Once they came close enough it was easy to see that they were human shaped but had huge feathered wings. It was a woman in her early forties with light brown shoulder length hair and delicate features and a kid that resembled someone very closely. He was the same age as Par but had short curly golden hair and large blue eyes. They both wore white robes. When they were overhead the kid shouted.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Look Mom! I told you he was here!" &nbsp; <br> <br>Then he descended before the group, his mother following. An aura of gentleness and simple goodness surrounded them.&nbsp; <br> <br>"How have you been Par?" asked the kid.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Amazing! But why aren't you calling by my real name, Alex?" asked the red robed mage with a wounded look.&nbsp; <br> <br>It was hard to say whose expression portrayed bigger surprise the groups grown-ups’ or the angel child. He looked like he was caught unguarded, unsure how to react to such a statement. 'I have no idea how you did this but you're done for' guessed Monthu with a slight smile. Even he had forgotten that his little brother still kept his imaginary friend and never told anyone how he looked. But instead of trying to mitigate the damage done the little angel became angry.&nbsp; <br> <br>"You can't call me that here! I'm Rafael the great Archangel! Like you're Paradox! Why would you give me away like that?" &nbsp; <br> <br>"I.. I.. didn..."&nbsp; <br> <br>"Raf don't be so harsh with him. Besides you came here for a reason, remember?" said mother gently, calming her son. It worked instantly and the kid’s face lightened up with a smile once again.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Oh right! I brought something for you! It's something very important to me and I hope you'll treasure it well" with that said he took a bracelet made of white feathers from his mother's hands and gave it to his friend proudly. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Thannk.. you.." stammered out Par. "But what for?"&nbsp; <br> <br>"It's a parting gift" explained Alex, a shadow passing his face. "I have to go back to my place. They're waiting for me and I can't disappoint them."&nbsp; <br> <br>"But I'll see you again, right?" cried Par desperately clutching his friends hand.&nbsp; <br> <br>The angel shook his head. &nbsp; <br> <br>"No. But I'll be waiting you on the other side. So promise me you'll become a great person and have so many amazing stories to tell that even a lifetime wouldn't be enough! Promise me!" shouted Alex emotions colouring his voice. <br> <br>"I promise!" agreed Par solemnly with tears in his eyes. The angel smiled happily and hugged his friend.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Come on Raf. We can't stay here long" &nbsp; <br> <br>"Yes, mother" answered the angel kid and releasing Par jumped back into the air, wings flapping. "Goodbye!" he screamed flying up while waving wildly at the same time. Tears were streaming his cheeks but he didn't wipe them. They fell down on earth and in places they landed forget-me-nots blossomed.&nbsp; <br> <br>Soon he was out of everyone's sight. &nbsp; <br> <br>A hiccup broke the silence. Par was crying while clutching the feather bracelet. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Hey Trist are you okay?" asked Monthu awkwardly. &nbsp; <br> <br>"He's gone" cried Par and rammed into his brother. Not sure what to do Monthu picked his brother up and let him cry into his shoulder. He tousled his hair a bit imagining it had some kind of calming effect. "What will I do without him? I'll be all alone!" Par's crying only intensified. &nbsp; <br> <br>"What are you talking about kiddo? Aren't you friends with Ace?" asked Monthu grabbing for straws.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Uhmm... Yeah... But didn't you say you were getting rid of him the moment we leave the cave?" sniffled the kid.&nbsp; <br> <br>"I won't do anything of the like if he's your friend, I promise" seeing a light of hope shining in his brother’s eyes he went even further. "If he agrees, he can also become one of us." &nbsp; <br> <br>It took everything not to grimace at that though but it was his only choice. Besides that Ace kid wasn't totally useless either. To think the truth, he wouldn't want to meet him alone at night. &nbsp; <br> <br>A feeling of air being sucked out of their lungs distracted everyone from their thoughts but it disappeared just as quickly as it appeared. Once they stopped shaking and assessed their surroundings, they were already back in the cave with Ace sitting alone, a sour look on his face. &nbsp; <br> <br>/Pass this to Monthu. Next time warn me if your brother has some strange tendencies. I don't know, like having an imaginary friend that looks exactly like me for starters?!/&nbsp; <br> <br>Aurora blinked at the received message. /Was it really only an illusion?/ /What else could it have been? An imaginary friend coming to life in a game? How old are you? Four?/ Pink colour tinged Aurora's cheeks and she didn't say anything else just forwarded the first message. &nbsp; <br> <br>Monthu's eyes grew a bit at the notice but his brother didn't see that.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Why don't you go and let Aurora see what kind of item your friend gave you? I'll ask Ace if he wants to join?" &nbsp; <br> <br>"Okay" Par answered and after disentangling himself walked over to the priestess with a very serious expression. He didn't let the bracelet out of his hands allowing her only to touch it.&nbsp; <br> <br>In the meantime Monthu came over to the sitting kid and lowered himself down. &nbsp; <br> <br>"What the hell were you planning to do?"&nbsp; <br> <br>"Fool around a bit?" asked Ace shrugging and sticking his tongue out. He looked so adorable that Monthu couldn't stay angry at him for pulling that stunt even if he wanted. So he sighted and asked something else while making himself more comfortable and leaning against the wall.&nbsp; <br> <br>"So how did you manage to pull it off and what did you give him?"&nbsp; <br> <br>"Once he identified my random creation as his imaginary friend I didn't really have many options and saying goodbye seemed like the most obvious action. And about the item..." his expression became perplexed "I really don't know... Someone accidentally dropped it and I've been carrying it since, even though without identification skill I never found out what it actually does."&nbsp; <br> <br>"You've killed him, didn't you?" asked Monthu his face clearly showing distaste. &nbsp; <br> <br>"People have to live off of something but they make different choices about what that is."&nbsp; <br> <br>It wasn't a confirmation but there was no disagreement either. Monthu wanted to ask him what he actually came to do when an outcry from Aurora took his attention.&nbsp; <br> <br>"What is it?" he shouted in her direction.&nbsp; <br> <br>"This item... You must come see it!"&nbsp; <br> <br>Noting urgency in her voice he jumped up and hurried to them. <br> <br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center">Feathered bracelet <br> <br>All religions differ on who is god but they all agree on one thing that whoever he or she was, before humans, elves, dwarfs or any other race it created angels. They resembled humans but had elves’ intelligence and dwarfs' power yet their most prominent feature was large white wings sprouting from their backs.&nbsp; <br> <br>They were perfect in every way but that only brought a perfect betrayal. One archangel disagreed with what was going on and rebelled taking many with him almost destroying everything The God had created. Angry God cursed them and created three great races out of them now known as humans, elves and dwarfs and many lesser ones.&nbsp; <br> <br>No one knows what kind of curse was put on angels but nobody has ever seen them since. This bracelet was made from the feathers of a great archangel whose name has been lost. It contains his power and love for truth and knowledge. It's characteristics changes depending on the needs of the master. <br> <br>Restrictions: An angel must give it to you of his own free will. Once equipped it can never be removed, forcefully or not. <br> <br>Warning! Those who aren't given it will be burnt by Fires of Dark Light. </div></td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br> <br>"Have you seen anything like this before?" asked Monthu but Aurora just shook her head in wonder. &nbsp; <br> <br>"I heard rumours about items made by angels which no one could use and they burnt anyone who tried to touch them” Hawk murmured. "But they sell for a lot anyway. Some believe they contain hidden quests that will be revealed once the curse gets lifted".&nbsp; <br> <br>"How can Par hold it then?" asked Monthu puzzled, saying what was on everyone's mind. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Because my friend was an angel and he gave it to me!" explained Par with a wide smile on his face.&nbsp; <br> <br>"He's right. It was given with an intention of a gift not to gain its power and emotions felt were real. Nothing was pretended or fake so the bracelet accepted him as its master" said Ace explaining it more logically. <br> <br>"Of course" agreed Par wholeheartedly a smile on his face as he put the bracelet on his hand. The feathers lit for a moment with an otherworldly light but calmed down in an instant and looked just like before.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Item information Feathered Bracelet" <br> <br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center"> Made from the feathers of a high ranked Archangel whose name is now forgotten it contains remnants of his power. It can bind only to one person it was gifted to and his name is Paradox. Stats are managed depending on his needs. <br> <br>+ 200 Intelligence&nbsp; <br>+ 160 Wisdom&nbsp; <br>+ 20% resistance to all elements&nbsp; <br>+ 10% more easier to summon elementals&nbsp; <br> <br>All churches see you as a friend. </div></td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br> <br>It was an unparalleled item. One of its kind. <br> <br>"Don't you feel jealous you gave such an item away?" whispered Monthu so Par wouldn’t overhear him.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Nope. I had no use for it and if he made it work, I'm all for it" answered Ace.&nbsp; <br> <br>"I don't get you all" murmured Monthu shaking his head in exasperation. "I think we should have a break now. It's been an eventful day and we're all tired" he said deciding it was right time for everyone to log off and have a good thinking about who the hell that Ace kid was. <br> <br>Par nodded excitedly and logged off that very moment, eager to tell his parents of everything that had transpired. Others followed him suit. &nbsp; <br> <br>Only Ace was left standing alone. He picked the items dropped by cavemen and sat down to play. There was no reason for him to leave. They'll come back soon enough. &nbsp; <br> <br>***&nbsp; <br> <br>Aiden walked out of his capsule and went towards the dining room. It was still early evening so their parents should be having dinner right about now. A loud chattering voice came from there.&nbsp; <br> <br>Entering a well decorated room, he saw Trist sitting in mother's lap while telling her how the angel kid who showed up to be his imaginary friend appeared.&nbsp; <br> <br>Aiden picked a plate and sat down to eat. His interrogation will begin soon enough. He might as well start it with a full stomach. &nbsp; <br> <br>Just as expected once Trist got tired and went to his room parents' attention shifted to him. &nbsp; <br> <br>"What he told us, was it truth?"&nbsp; <br> <br>"In a way. There was that angel thing but it was an illusion created to annoy me."&nbsp; <br> <br>"Explain" came a stern reply.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Remember the fake kid I told you about that was tagging along? Well he decided today was a day of revelations. He made us stand back and lured a bunch of mobs on a trap. It was a massacre. I haven't seen such a brutal fight for a long time; he just slashed and stabbed everywhere.&nbsp; <br> <br>“At the end of fight I remembered Trist and looked at him but he was facing a wall. It showed up that Ace had cast an illusion to distract him. I said something about it being crude and the guy took it as a challenge. He created a typical pair of angels but then Trist identified one as his friend. In the end the guy decided to proceed and went along with it going as far as giving Trist a legendary item."&nbsp; <br> <br>"So you want to say that a random guy cured Trist of imaginary friends without even knowing it while we couldn't manage it for the last few years?"&nbsp; <br> <br>"Yes"&nbsp; <br> <br>"Did you make him leave?"&nbsp; <br> <br>"I couldn't. Trist wouldn't stop crying if I didn't promise he could have Ace as a friend and travel around with him." &nbsp; <br> <br>"We can't have anyone having so much influence on him" stated father in a firm voice. He was a middle aged man with bald head and sharp eyes. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Explain it to your child then."&nbsp; <br> <br>"Better we'll explain it to that Ace kid. Meet us when finished with the quest. Where you are now?" &nbsp; <br> <br>"Forest of Mist, a hidden dungeon there."&nbsp; <br> <br>"We'll have a very enlightening talk then." <br> <br> <br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=119&amp;t=956" target="_blank">Next Chapter</a> </div>

[Previous Chapter](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=119&t=927&p=4715#p4715) Author's Note: People kept asking for more chapters and I just finished writing the first volume so to celebrate that I'm releasing three chapters this week instead of two. Hope you like it **** The melody continued day and night disappearing for a few short hours only to reappear again. With every day it grew more delicate and enchanting while the party was trying to resist it with all their might.  "Why can't we just ask him where the damn cave is?" huffed the priestess in annoyance. "We'll never find it ourselves!"  "Yes we will" growled Monthu angrily but now even his voice lacked conviction.   They had spent another week walking around the forest with no luck. If not the flutist's words that the dungeon really existed, they would have given up long time ago.   "I don't think so" quietly said the ranger. "If I walked by it and didn't notice this many times, nothing will change if I'll walk a dozen times more."   The fruitless search put a toll on the whole party's morale.  "But we can't trust him!" refuted Monthu with his usual stubbornness.  "He's our only chance" fought the priestess. "If we don't use him, we might as well quit the quest. We've already wasted two valuable weeks for nothing. I'm sick and tired of this fog, trees and even more trees. I haven't had a good meal since forever and all my robes are grey if not black. One could mistake me for a believer of Beelzebub. Yet you still continue with this nonsense. So choose now we're going home or to ask the flutist directions. I'm not wondering around in this god forsaken land a minute more."  Hawk and Paradox stood at Aurora's sides looking at their friend with sunken eyes and drooping shoulders waiting for an answer. Monthu looked at them and felt a pang of guilt. If he could walk around for a month without losing resolve or getting tired, it didn't mean others could. They were not monsters.   "Fine" he nodded in resignation and walked towards the flutist's place.  Just like always the kid was sitting calmly his fingers nimbly running over the delicate buttons and producing sweet sounds. They waited for him to finish and then approached.  "Welcome back, my friends. Have you come to say goodbye?" such polite talk and sophisticated insult didn't go well with his childish look but Ace was a bit tired himself. He's been using magic to strengthen the melody and the concentration required to keep the [Flare], play, use magic and keep aware of one's surroundings was immense.  "Would you like to join us?" asked Reaper without beating around the bush and extending his hand. Ace tilted his head but after a few moments took the outstretched hand.   "Sure"   | *You've joined a party.* | | --- | Without any more words exchanged he walked to the right. There were a lot of small bushes and deep cavities but nothing resembling a cave. Sliding down inside one Ace looked for a sign and found the cross shaped stone he had left. Standing up he muttered.  "Visions of old that were placed to hide the truth from strangers and ignorant ones show me your true colours, Revelation!"  At first nothing seemed to happen but then the air in front of Ace started to shimmer and one side of the hollow turned into a small entrance. It was around 50-70 centimeters tall which allowed only for crawling.  "Are you sure this is the one?" asked Aurora apprehensively. She didn't feel like destroying her last dress for good.  "Well, this is the only one I know of" answered Ace shrugging.  "No surprise I couldn't find it" sighted Hawk in relief "It was hidden by magic".  "So you're a mage?" speculated Reaper.  Ace just smiled and lowered himself on all fours and entered the small space. It was very rocky and sharp scrapping the soft skin of his palm. Ignoring the slight pain he went ahead and after a while emerged into a wide cavern. It was extremely dark so he raised the little flame up and took a better look.  | DUNGEON: You are the very first players to discover Levin's Hideout Reward: Fame +200.  For a week from this moment you’ll receive double experience and your chance to get rare items will be tripled. After the week, you will receive only double chance for rare items as the founders. | | --- | 'As expected the cave was unexplored and still preserved its many treasures.’ The route ahead was split into five different paths. Each of them had a gemstone over the entrance ruby, sapphire, jade, crystal and diamond respectively. The party emerged with awed expressions.   "What is this place?" asked Aurora looking around.   "This is amazing" agreed Hawk. 'You've been kicked out of the group' Ace raised his eyebrow but decided to stay calm. They'll need him again soon enough and then he'll make them pay a price. For now he'll just follow and watch pretending to be content. He should be higher level than them so it shouldn't make a big difference later on. His killings in the city had given more than plenty of experience to level up. The Reaper chose jade cave and cautiously walked in. Feeling like having a little petty revenge, Ace controlled his [Flare] to hide in his cowl. Blackness fell over the group.  "Why did you do that?" shouted Aurora with annoyance and what could be mistaken for a fear in her voice.  "I'm tired. I need to preserve my energy" was the given answer.  "Do you ever stop lying? You hid it, not released" hissed Monthu.   "What are you saying? Why would I do that?" shouted Ace with outrage while hardly keeping himself from laughing. He was lying and he knew that they knew it too but couldn't do a thing about it. 'You get what you deserve.'  Monthu could swear he saw the bastard smiling even in this pitch black darkness. 'He probably thinks we'll come begging, well, he has another thing coming.'  "Paradox summon the fire elemental"  "Sure, brother" answered the red robed mage and started to chant with his eyes closed.   "Fires that burn within everyone, flames that punish the unworthy, light that shows the way strengthen the bond and create a soul to fight for your servant to show the world the truth, Summon Fire Elemental!"   A blinding light flashed once and in its place a body made solely of fire appeared. It lightened the surroundings and Monthu threw a Cheshire cat smile towards the flutist but the guy didn't even acknowledge it. He was rummaging through his backpack and then took something out with a satisfied smile. Before a moment's pass the kid was holding a stick with something akin to marshmallow on it towards the flaming beast. The elemental looked shocked out of its wits.   "What the hell do you think you're doing?"  "Roasting a marshmallow, what else?" was the simple answer, Ace didn't even lift his head for that. He was smiling slightly to annoy the Reaper even more. It was fun to throw him off his high horse. 'Not everyone will always do what you expect. Some people just want to have some fun.' Rotating the stick he made sure that all sides were similarly light brown before happily munching on it.   "So are we going to explore it? Or are we taking a break?"  Monthu glared but knowing better than to try getting rid of him he went to the jade cave. Paradox sent his elemental ahead with his brother and went last. Ace decided to join him. The better access you have to your enemy's weakness the better. If he could make the kid his friend, it would even be possible to join the group for real.  "So have you been to many adventures?"   "Like three or four. Why?" asked Paradox suspiciously, his brother made him promise not to trust the flutist but never gave a real reason why. His natural curiosity was fighting against his duty to fulfil the promise.  "Well, I've just left the city. It's my first time out!" whispered the kid whose name he had forgotten.  "Really?" that was shocking. Nobody stayed in the city for long. The slowest ones took a month to get accustomed before curiosity made them leave the safety of the city walls. "Yeah... The second day I met an old man and he asked me for help. Of course, I agreed" Par nodded. 'A real knight couldn't act any differently.' He started to respect the stranger. "But his orders never ended! Once I did something he thought of something new! I was stuck in the eternal cycle! Only after half a year did I finally manage to think of a way out and save myself."   "And how did you do that?"  asked Par interested in the story. "Believe it or not but all I had to do was refuse his reward saying I wasn't worth it and am not good enough to work for him. The evil old man wholeheartedly agreed to me before realizing what he had said. Then I was free of the curse and left the city. I walked around for a while and stumbled upon this forest. It was so quiet that I decided to rest and learn to play a flute. My father played it and I can't let him down!" explained Ace. "But that counts as an adventure! You escaped the clutches of an evil mage without anyone's help!" argued Par raising his voice a bit.  "Do you... really think it's worth being called an adventure?" the kid's eyes were cast down but his voice quivered a little with hope constricting his throat.  Par nodded vigorously.  "Of course!"  "Thanks!" a small smile brightened the kid's face. "Will you tell me about your travels? Have you seen a dragon?"  "No, but we...." Paradox started his first tale and Ace listened to him attentively while also keeping an eye on the front of the group.   Monthu was walking along the elemental and was getting more agitated with each step. They had already walked a mile or two without meeting anything or anyone. That was simply unnatural to a dungeon. Then a loud female chuckle came from around the bend. That helped to relax Monthu a little. He was used to fighting not looking for traps and playing mind games. Without a second thought he jumped and hit the first thing he saw.   It was a flower the size of the human. She and two of her comrades used their leafs as hands and had faces in their blooms.   "Who are you?!" they shouted in synchrony while summoning vines to trap his body but the fire elemental made short work of them.   Free once again Monthu used his war scythe to cut the flowers' leafs but they just grew them again after a bit of screaming and cursing. A vine appeared before him but he managed to dodge at the last second and used the momentum to cut one of the flowers’ stem. It shrieked but didn't die. Changing his grip Monthu tried to stab the flower but sharp pain enveloped his arm. Swiftly turning around he saw the third flower with her leaf that had become as sharp as a dagger in his shoulder. With a hiss he jumped away and quickly assessed the fight. The elemental and Hawk were trying to hit one of the flowers but she was very thin and evaded many of the attacks. She had no chance to counter-attack but it still was taking them a lot of time to kill her. The almost dead flower was crawling away while vines blocked the path after her. The last flower, the one that had sneaked up on him, was licking the blood off her leaf/hand/blade. Then a red aura surrounded her. 'That can't be good'   "Hawk shoot the running one! I'll take care of the agile one!" With that he dashed off towards the flower. He ducked to evade the arrows and jumped bringing his scythe down with force on the flower. The blade now stuck in its head kept it in place while two fireballs exploded in her face making the flower disappear in a grey flash.   "Healing hand!" A white light descended on his shoulder but Monthu ignored it. There was now a wholly red flower with a malicious grin on her face looking straight at him. Seeing him tense and grip his weapon more tightly she smiled even wider and created a war scythe from vines. It was red too. With a maniacal laugh she jumped forth and started to swing her weapon. Monthu blocked it with his own and kept on doing that. The flower's speed was unparalleled her thrusts and swings hardly caught by naked eye. It was all he could do to defend and not suffer fatal damage. Hawk was shooting his arrows with lightning speed but the red flower didn't seem to mind. She even disregarded the fireballs thrown by the elemental. It was as if she only saw him.   In ten more minutes the arrows and fire finally put it down. Monthu felt so tired that he more like fell to the ground than sitting. His lungs were screaming for air and his muscles didn't want to be used ever again.  Ace, on the other hand, was still listening to Paradox. The kid didn't acknowledge the fight as if it didn't concern him at all which made Ace think if maybe it was really the case. He watched from the sidelines as Monthu engaged and fought with careless abandon. And he was pretty much the only one fighting. Hawk was shooting arrows and the elemental was throwing fireballs here and there but in reality everything was done by Monthu. They were just assets to make his life easier.   Once the fight was over Paradox called up his elemental healed him, restored its mana, sent him back to the front and continued with his second adventure. 'It's really sad' thought Ace and looked to where the big brother was resting at the moment. His breathing was returning to normal at a fast pace and he was already standing up.   "Well, that was a good fight" he said and collected the loot.   'Why do they put up with him?' wondered Ace. 'He made his brother believe that being an elemental mage and summoning creatures was cool but Aurora and Hawk weren't kids. They couldn't be fooled that easily. So why were they following him? Pretending to be a team when in reality they were nothing else but his lapdogs?' It was a mystery and Ace felt like being a detective for a while. It's not like he had anything better to do.  The fights continued the same till the end of the day. Monthu played while others assisted him and Ace talked to Paradox. The kid was pretty smart; it was sorrowful that he was stuck in the back doing nothing. From his talks Ace gathered that it was always like that and he was bored most of the time. 'That's why he was so eager for my company'.   When Monthu decided it was time to rest, the elemental lighted the logs they had carried from the forest and vanished. Aurora showed up to be the traditionalist and cooked. The steaks were nothing spectacular but it won against barley bread, he’d bought as it was cheap and took forever to go bad, any time of the day. The priestess even served him with a smile which made Ace wonder what was going in her head.   A week passed like that and the party got used to Ace tagging along even though he wasn't getting any xp or loot. They'd given up on figuring out his purpose and were simply thankful for keeping Paradox occupied and happy. It might have gone on forever but Ace and jade cave had other plans.  Once again everyone returned from real life and prepared to battle. Well, everyone beside Ace. He had arrived much earlier than others and was playing the flute. It was his usual and with magic's help he managed to become quite proficient with it. He had to use less and less of it to sound well.   They set out and marched ahead in the same formation Monthu in front with elemental while everyone else followed them loosely.   "How was your sleep?" asked Paradox.  "Pretty uneventful" laughed Ace while his eyes sharpened on something in the front and he shouted out. "I wouldn't step on that if I were you..."  "What?" asked Monthu surprised. The kid had never interfered with his hunting before.  "Look closely a few steps ahead, your knee level."  Not sure what to expect he squatted down. At first he didn't notice anything but then as the elemental moved a bit the light caught on something. A silver thread?   "It's a trap!"  "Well, du'h" said Ace rolling his eyes.   "How did you notice it from so far away?" wondered Monthu not fully able to hide the amazement in his voice. He might be a brute but he knew well what happened to those who unsuspectingly walked into a trap.   "Trap mastery" answered Ace shrugging. "What else could it be?"  "But aren't you a mage? And then you've lied to my brother. It's not your first time out"  At that Par's eyes widened and he looked at his new friend waiting for assurance that it was not. Ace didn't make him wait.   "I spent half a year in a city. Don't you think I would have learnt a trick or two in that time? Did you really believe playing a flute is all I'm capable of?" Seeing everyone's eyes widen, the kid burst out laughing. "You actually did, didn't you?" he shook his head still chuckling. "Just as well, I'll show you something. I was getting bored here anyway".  With that he jogged to the front jumping over the silver line and disappeared over a bend. The party looked at each other but no one had any ideas what the kid was up to so they followed.   Behind the bend was a sandy coloured tiled floor. There was no questioning if it was a trap but the kid seemed to not have gotten the meme. He ran straight in jumping from one to another without a care or so it looked.   In reality, Ace was quickly scanning the room and making decisions based on that. It was dangerous because a simple mistake would cost his life but it was a time to show off and he couldn't do it half-assedly.   "Wait there!" he shouted to the group and ran ahead looking for some enemies, just jumping through traps wasn't going to cut it. To be let in he not only had to earn their trust, prove useful but most importantly impress them. So he ran and ran until a group of cavemen entered his sight.  Then he started to sneak and reached their camp unnoticed, but instead of attacking he struck the gong signalling for reinforcements to come. That of course removed his [Shadow Veil]. Monsters didn't show his courtesy and attacked the moment they noticed him but Ace was expecting that and dodged their attacks. He played for a while evading until the enforcement group came. Then he slipped through their ranks and ran off at top speed.   He was panting by the time he reached the trapped tiles but it was not the end yet. There were ten enraged cavemen on his tail.   "Don't interfere" he shouted to the ranger, who had already picked up his weapon, and stopped in the middle of tiles. By the time enemies caught up he had caught his breath and was ready for battle. In a fair fight he would have had no chance against eleven full health cavemen but he wasn't one to play by the rules. He waited for the monsters to reach first steps and jumped up gluing himself to the ceiling.  Swiiish! A barrage of arrows shot from all sides embedding themselves into the cavemen's soft flesh. They screamed in agony but didn't hurry to die. Once the onslaught of arrows was finished Ace fell down on one of the cavemen's shoulders using [Cut-throat] and [Heart-seeker].  Before the guy could fade into grey mist he jumped onto another but this one was prepared and tried to grab him. Ace produced a pair of knifes at the heels of his boots and jabbed at the reaching fingers with one foot while using [Cut-throat] with the other.  He jumped up evading a spear thrown his way and threw an invisible spell towards the group. Then with a spin kick he cut two cavemen and threw a poisoned knife towards a third one. Landing on the side of a wall he pushed himself away with a force and jumped back into the fray. Monsters tried to catch him with bare hands or skewer with weapons but his agility and evasion was just too great, hardly anything touched him.  He was bathing in blood of his enemies and sometimes his own. Trap was reactivated from time to time when a previously left alone tile was stepped on and even more blood was shed. A stray arrow hit Ace's shoulder but received no acknowledgement. He was too busy jumping back and forth in every direction, slashing and stabbing whenever an opening appeared.   "Heart-seeker" Ace muttered killing a cavemen warrior and looking around where to jump next. But there was no one around. Only the crimson coloured walls met his searching gaze.   He closed his eyes for a moment and then turned around still breathing heavily and in a fighting stance.   The sight could have been comical if he had had any energy to look for it. Aurora was staring wide eyed through the spaces between her fingers covering her face while Monthu and Hawk looked unable to say anything. There was neither horror or admiration in their faces but some kind of a mix of two. Like if you saw your little innocent brother suddenly take up a dagger and go out slashing and stabbing every monster in sight and bathing in their blood. It was simply impossible to get your head around.   A slight smile manifested upon Ace's face and in his crimson soaked appearance it looked even more devious.   "So what do you think? I'm still only good at playing a flute?"   "Paradox" suddenly shouted Monthu in horror. How could he have allowed his brother to see this?! He was only a kid!   "What brother?" asked Par glancing around in alarm. To Monthu's surprise he had been looking at a bare wall like it was something spectacular.   "Why were you looking at that wall?" asked Aurora in a shaky voice.   "Can't you see WolfMan going there? I haven't seen this episode before!" answered Par with a happy smile and turned back.  Cautiously Monthu walked closer. When he was a few feet away, he felt the air shimmer and a crudely made screen appeared before his eyes. Some kind of animation was going there but it lacked the refinement of a true one. Leaving the illusion he turned towards the tired kid still standing ready for battle.   "It's your doing, isn't it?" asked Monthu sullenly.  The kid just nodded which made the guy even more annoyed. How could he have forgotten his own brother while a stranger did not? "It's very crude. If that's the best you can do, I'm not sure why you even learnt it."   Ace looked at Monthu's eyes trying to decipher the meaning of his words and then he did a loud laugh escaped his mouth. Still chuckling he answered the accusation.  "Sorry for not being able to fully concentrate on it while being attacked by a horde of monsters."  Then he sat down against the wall cross-legged and closed his eyes.   A soft wind brushed past the group and surprised they looked around. A gasp of surprise escaped Aurora's lips. They were standing on a road in a thick forest. The wind was slightly moving leafs while insects played their songs. A loud howl could be heard from somewhere afar.   "Where are we?" she whispered. "Weren't we in a cave? Did we trigger some kind of teleportation spell?"   "It's only an illusion" said Monthu but even he had a hard time believing that. Every little sound was accurate. Deciding to prove himself and others that it was fake he tried to get past the thick trees where the wall was supposed to be. To his utter surprise instead of the hard rock he touched the trees bark and with a force even managed to get it off a tree.   "What is going on here?" he exclaimed.  At that moment Par started to point at something in the blue sky. Two white quickly growing dots were coming their way. Once they came close enough it was easy to see that they were human shaped but had huge feathered wings. It was a woman in her early forties with light brown shoulder length hair and delicate features and a kid that resembled someone very closely. He was the same age as Par but had short curly golden hair and large blue eyes. They both wore white robes. When they were overhead the kid shouted.  "Look Mom! I told you he was here!"   Then he descended before the group, his mother following. An aura of gentleness and simple goodness surrounded them.  "How have you been Par?" asked the kid.  "Amazing! But why aren't you calling by my real name, Alex?" asked the red robed mage with a wounded look.  It was hard to say whose expression portrayed bigger surprise the groups grown-ups’ or the angel child. He looked like he was caught unguarded, unsure how to react to such a statement. 'I have no idea how you did this but you're done for' guessed Monthu with a slight smile. Even he had forgotten that his little brother still kept his imaginary friend and never told anyone how he looked. But instead of trying to mitigate the damage done the little angel became angry.  "You can't call me that here! I'm Rafael the great Archangel! Like you're Paradox! Why would you give me away like that?"   "I.. I.. didn..."  "Raf don't be so harsh with him. Besides you came here for a reason, remember?" said mother gently, calming her son. It worked instantly and the kid’s face lightened up with a smile once again.  "Oh right! I brought something for you! It's something very important to me and I hope you'll treasure it well" with that said he took a bracelet made of white feathers from his mother's hands and gave it to his friend proudly.   "Thannk.. you.." stammered out Par. "But what for?"  "It's a parting gift" explained Alex, a shadow passing his face. "I have to go back to my place. They're waiting for me and I can't disappoint them."  "But I'll see you again, right?" cried Par desperately clutching his friends hand.  The angel shook his head.   "No. But I'll be waiting you on the other side. So promise me you'll become a great person and have so many amazing stories to tell that even a lifetime wouldn't be enough! Promise me!" shouted Alex emotions colouring his voice. "I promise!" agreed Par solemnly with tears in his eyes. The angel smiled happily and hugged his friend.  "Come on Raf. We can't stay here long"   "Yes, mother" answered the angel kid and releasing Par jumped back into the air, wings flapping. "Goodbye!" he screamed flying up while waving wildly at the same time. Tears were streaming his cheeks but he didn't wipe them. They fell down on earth and in places they landed forget-me-nots blossomed.  Soon he was out of everyone's sight.   A hiccup broke the silence. Par was crying while clutching the feather bracelet.   "Hey Trist are you okay?" asked Monthu awkwardly.   "He's gone" cried Par and rammed into his brother. Not sure what to do Monthu picked his brother up and let him cry into his shoulder. He tousled his hair a bit imagining it had some kind of calming effect. "What will I do without him? I'll be all alone!" Par's crying only intensified.   "What are you talking about kiddo? Aren't you friends with Ace?" asked Monthu grabbing for straws.  "Uhmm... Yeah... But didn't you say you were getting rid of him the moment we leave the cave?" sniffled the kid.  "I won't do anything of the like if he's your friend, I promise" seeing a light of hope shining in his brother’s eyes he went even further. "If he agrees, he can also become one of us."   It took everything not to grimace at that though but it was his only choice. Besides that Ace kid wasn't totally useless either. To think the truth, he wouldn't want to meet him alone at night.   A feeling of air being sucked out of their lungs distracted everyone from their thoughts but it disappeared just as quickly as it appeared. Once they stopped shaking and assessed their surroundings, they were already back in the cave with Ace sitting alone, a sour look on his face.   /Pass this to Monthu. Next time warn me if your brother has some strange tendencies. I don't know, like having an imaginary friend that looks exactly like me for starters?!/  Aurora blinked at the received message. /Was it really only an illusion?/ /What else could it have been? An imaginary friend coming to life in a game? How old are you? Four?/ Pink colour tinged Aurora's cheeks and she didn't say anything else just forwarded the first message.   Monthu's eyes grew a bit at the notice but his brother didn't see that.  "Why don't you go and let Aurora see what kind of item your friend gave you? I'll ask Ace if he wants to join?"   "Okay" Par answered and after disentangling himself walked over to the priestess with a very serious expression. He didn't let the bracelet out of his hands allowing her only to touch it.  In the meantime Monthu came over to the sitting kid and lowered himself down.   "What the hell were you planning to do?"  "Fool around a bit?" asked Ace shrugging and sticking his tongue out. He looked so adorable that Monthu couldn't stay angry at him for pulling that stunt even if he wanted. So he sighted and asked something else while making himself more comfortable and leaning against the wall.  "So how did you manage to pull it off and what did you give him?"  "Once he identified my random creation as his imaginary friend I didn't really have many options and saying goodbye seemed like the most obvious action. And about the item..." his expression became perplexed "I really don't know... Someone accidentally dropped it and I've been carrying it since, even though without identification skill I never found out what it actually does."  "You've killed him, didn't you?" asked Monthu his face clearly showing distaste.   "People have to live off of something but they make different choices about what that is."  It wasn't a confirmation but there was no disagreement either. Monthu wanted to ask him what he actually came to do when an outcry from Aurora took his attention.  "What is it?" he shouted in her direction.  "This item... You must come see it!"  Noting urgency in her voice he jumped up and hurried to them. | Feathered bracelet All religions differ on who is god but they all agree on one thing that whoever he or she was, before humans, elves, dwarfs or any other race it created angels. They resembled humans but had elves’ intelligence and dwarfs' power yet their most prominent feature was large white wings sprouting from their backs.  They were perfect in every way but that only brought a perfect betrayal. One archangel disagreed with what was going on and rebelled taking many with him almost destroying everything The God had created. Angry God cursed them and created three great races out of them now known as humans, elves and dwarfs and many lesser ones.  No one knows what kind of curse was put on angels but nobody has ever seen them since. This bracelet was made from the feathers of a great archangel whose name has been lost. It contains his power and love for truth and knowledge. It's characteristics changes depending on the needs of the master. Restrictions: An angel must give it to you of his own free will. Once equipped it can never be removed, forcefully or not. Warning! Those who aren't given it will be burnt by Fires of Dark Light. | | --- | "Have you seen anything like this before?" asked Monthu but Aurora just shook her head in wonder.   "I heard rumours about items made by angels which no one could use and they burnt anyone who tried to touch them” Hawk murmured. "But they sell for a lot anyway. Some believe they contain hidden quests that will be revealed once the curse gets lifted".  "How can Par hold it then?" asked Monthu puzzled, saying what was on everyone's mind.   "Because my friend was an angel and he gave it to me!" explained Par with a wide smile on his face.  "He's right. It was given with an intention of a gift not to gain its power and emotions felt were real. Nothing was pretended or fake so the bracelet accepted him as its master" said Ace explaining it more logically. "Of course" agreed Par wholeheartedly a smile on his face as he put the bracelet on his hand. The feathers lit for a moment with an otherworldly light but calmed down in an instant and looked just like before.  "Item information Feathered Bracelet" | Made from the feathers of a high ranked Archangel whose name is now forgotten it contains remnants of his power. It can bind only to one person it was gifted to and his name is Paradox. Stats are managed depending on his needs. + 200 Intelligence  + 160 Wisdom  + 20% resistance to all elements  + 10% more easier to summon elementals  All churches see you as a friend. | | --- | It was an unparalleled item. One of its kind. "Don't you feel jealous you gave such an item away?" whispered Monthu so Par wouldn’t overhear him.  "Nope. I had no use for it and if he made it work, I'm all for it" answered Ace.  "I don't get you all" murmured Monthu shaking his head in exasperation. "I think we should have a break now. It's been an eventful day and we're all tired" he said deciding it was right time for everyone to log off and have a good thinking about who the hell that Ace kid was. Par nodded excitedly and logged off that very moment, eager to tell his parents of everything that had transpired. Others followed him suit.   Only Ace was left standing alone. He picked the items dropped by cavemen and sat down to play. There was no reason for him to leave. They'll come back soon enough.   ***  Aiden walked out of his capsule and went towards the dining room. It was still early evening so their parents should be having dinner right about now. A loud chattering voice came from there.  Entering a well decorated room, he saw Trist sitting in mother's lap while telling her how the angel kid who showed up to be his imaginary friend appeared.  Aiden picked a plate and sat down to eat. His interrogation will begin soon enough. He might as well start it with a full stomach.   Just as expected once Trist got tired and went to his room parents' attention shifted to him.   "What he told us, was it truth?"  "In a way. There was that angel thing but it was an illusion created to annoy me."  "Explain" came a stern reply.  "Remember the fake kid I told you about that was tagging along? Well he decided today was a day of revelations. He made us stand back and lured a bunch of mobs on a trap. It was a massacre. I haven't seen such a brutal fight for a long time; he just slashed and stabbed everywhere.  “At the end of fight I remembered Trist and looked at him but he was facing a wall. It showed up that Ace had cast an illusion to distract him. I said something about it being crude and the guy took it as a challenge. He created a typical pair of angels but then Trist identified one as his friend. In the end the guy decided to proceed and went along with it going as far as giving Trist a legendary item."  "So you want to say that a random guy cured Trist of imaginary friends without even knowing it while we couldn't manage it for the last few years?"  "Yes"  "Did you make him leave?"  "I couldn't. Trist wouldn't stop crying if I didn't promise he could have Ace as a friend and travel around with him."   "We can't have anyone having so much influence on him" stated father in a firm voice. He was a middle aged man with bald head and sharp eyes.   "Explain it to your child then."  "Better we'll explain it to that Ace kid. Meet us when finished with the quest. Where you are now?"   "Forest of Mist, a hidden dungeon there."  "We'll have a very enlightening talk then." 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<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> 5:55 AM - Friday Morning<br>---------------------------------------------------------------<br>The sun slowly rises and peers through the window of a small apartment, much to the disdain of a young man in his early twenties. Laying awake in an awkward position, he groggily rubs his eyes and begins patting down his unkempt hair. He then realizes it's finally 6:00 AM as the sound of the alarm began to resound in the room, which was most unwelcome, mind you. Jake has a tendency to wake up roughly five minutes before the alarm goes off, most likely out of habit. <br><br>The man finally musters the energy to rise from his bed, and begins to stumble to the bathroom while cursing the sun. Taking a look through the mirror, his gaze is met with a pair of brown, mean looking eyes, blonde hair, and a scowl. <br>"Yepp, I need to shave." Jake mumbled as he began to pull out his gear. After cutting himself a good number of times, and cursing a bit more, Jake finally hopped into the shower.<br><br>I suppose I should censor his shower scene and activities, and take this time to better explain what our protagonist looks like. Jake is moderately well built, and thin. Standing at a staggering height...of...well...5'7''... His eyes are of the lightest brown, but alas, give him a very mean look despite their soft tone. This coupled with the fact that the young man has a tendency to space out usually puts him between a rock and a hard place more frequently than not. Sometimes thugs even go so far as to approach him, which usually causes a violent confrontation. The rumors of these fights and his mean look became the start of many foul rumors, and now many of his normal classmates are scared to approach him. It's even worse for his love life. Despite being moderately good looking, and having a couple women interested in him, none will approach him due to his eyes and the rumors. This makes for a very boring love life as one could imagine. <br><br>Finally cleaned up and out of his bad mood, Jake walked into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. He pulled out the breakfast he had prepared the night before...well...actually...it was leftovers from McDonalds. Quite healthy...He then poured himself a cup of the finished coffee and turned on the TV. Various news stations appeared as he flipped through the channels. <br>"Today, in Royal ROAD..."<br><br>"The Royal Road market..."<br><br>"Royal Road hall of fa..."<br><br>*Click* <br><br>As Jake turned off the TV, he was in a rage. He was sick of being the only one without the game, and being so out of the loop.<br><br>As Jake arrived at his classes, his eyes were met by...no one's. Once again, everyone averted their eyes to avoid his stare and grew eerily silent. Mumbling, Jake made his way nonchalantly to his seat. As classes started, time began to pass at an immeasurably slow rate. During breaks, he was tortured further as he is every day. All day, every day, talks of Royal Road, fun, and adventure. He was sure he was the last one in this world without a capsule. This fact coupled with his mean looks meant almost no one approached him, and he had nothing in common with his classmates. All of that, however, was about to change.<br><br>Yes, Jake had finally stashed away enough over the last two years to be able to afford a capsule plus installation. While he was at class for the day, a company was working hard to get him all set up! Finally, when he arrives home he can begin his legacy in Royal Road. Finally, he would no longer be out of the loop and perhaps he could even begin conversing with classmates. He hoped this, in turn, would help him make some friends, which he needed sorely. The rest of his day was filled with thoughts of adventure as he could barely contain his excitement.<br><br>Finally, as his last class ended, Jake ran home at a speed which he has not traveled in years. All manner of thoughts pertaining to adventure, perils, and glory consuming him along the way. As he finally reached the door, he found a note which read, "Installation completed without issue, enjoy." With a wide grin on his face, he entered his home and ran straight to his bedroom. His face lit up like a child's on Christmas, and he jumped in the glistening silver pod almost immediately."Oh! Comfy!" He proclaimed as he closed the lid. In an instant, the inside turned dark, and a message popped up.<br><br>&lt;Connect to Royal Road&gt;<br>&lt;Yes/No&gt;<br><br>"Yes!" He shouted. </div>

5:55 AM - Friday Morning --------------------------------------------------------------- The sun slowly rises and peers through the window of a small apartment, much to the disdain of a young man in his early twenties. Laying awake in an awkward position, he groggily rubs his eyes and begins patting down his unkempt hair. He then realizes it's finally 6:00 AM as the sound of the alarm began to resound in the room, which was most unwelcome, mind you. Jake has a tendency to wake up roughly five minutes before the alarm goes off, most likely out of habit. The man finally musters the energy to rise from his bed, and begins to stumble to the bathroom while cursing the sun. Taking a look through the mirror, his gaze is met with a pair of brown, mean looking eyes, blonde hair, and a scowl. "Yepp, I need to shave." Jake mumbled as he began to pull out his gear. After cutting himself a good number of times, and cursing a bit more, Jake finally hopped into the shower. I suppose I should censor his shower scene and activities, and take this time to better explain what our protagonist looks like. Jake is moderately well built, and thin. Standing at a staggering height...of...well...5'7''... His eyes are of the lightest brown, but alas, give him a very mean look despite their soft tone. This coupled with the fact that the young man has a tendency to space out usually puts him between a rock and a hard place more frequently than not. Sometimes thugs even go so far as to approach him, which usually causes a violent confrontation. The rumors of these fights and his mean look became the start of many foul rumors, and now many of his normal classmates are scared to approach him. It's even worse for his love life. Despite being moderately good looking, and having a couple women interested in him, none will approach him due to his eyes and the rumors. This makes for a very boring love life as one could imagine. Finally cleaned up and out of his bad mood, Jake walked into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. He pulled out the breakfast he had prepared the night before...well...actually...it was leftovers from McDonalds. Quite healthy...He then poured himself a cup of the finished coffee and turned on the TV. Various news stations appeared as he flipped through the channels. "Today, in Royal ROAD..." "The Royal Road market..." "Royal Road hall of fa..." *Click* As Jake turned off the TV, he was in a rage. He was sick of being the only one without the game, and being so out of the loop. As Jake arrived at his classes, his eyes were met by...no one's. Once again, everyone averted their eyes to avoid his stare and grew eerily silent. Mumbling, Jake made his way nonchalantly to his seat. As classes started, time began to pass at an immeasurably slow rate. During breaks, he was tortured further as he is every day. All day, every day, talks of Royal Road, fun, and adventure. He was sure he was the last one in this world without a capsule. This fact coupled with his mean looks meant almost no one approached him, and he had nothing in common with his classmates. All of that, however, was about to change. Yes, Jake had finally stashed away enough over the last two years to be able to afford a capsule plus installation. While he was at class for the day, a company was working hard to get him all set up! Finally, when he arrives home he can begin his legacy in Royal Road. Finally, he would no longer be out of the loop and perhaps he could even begin conversing with classmates. He hoped this, in turn, would help him make some friends, which he needed sorely. The rest of his day was filled with thoughts of adventure as he could barely contain his excitement. Finally, as his last class ended, Jake ran home at a speed which he has not traveled in years. All manner of thoughts pertaining to adventure, perils, and glory consuming him along the way. As he finally reached the door, he found a note which read, "Installation completed without issue, enjoy." With a wide grin on his face, he entered his home and ran straight to his bedroom. His face lit up like a child's on Christmas, and he jumped in the glistening silver pod almost immediately."Oh! Comfy!" He proclaimed as he closed the lid. In an instant, the inside turned dark, and a message popped up. <Connect to Royal Road> <Yes/No> "Yes!" He shouted.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> After thanking Wystan for the payment, Artanis left his store carrying Hilliard’s sword, which was still too heavy for her to carry without resorting to both of her hands. The sword however felt a bit lighter, now that she had acquired some strength during her work. The change however was minimal and barely affected her movement speed, which as before decreased considerably, as did her stamina after each step taken.<br> <br>Artanis had however already agreed to help Edward, who aside from the accidental stabbing, seemed to be a nice person. But the main reason that had left her to agree, was the quest to deliver Hilliard's sword.<br> <br>Having learned at he game's tutorial that each character was limited to three active quests, save for a few exceptions. Sure that Wystan's quest would occupy one of the quest slots for a long time, Artanis was more than eager to complete Hilliard's quest.<br><br>Since the coins offered as a reward didn't seem as important to her as before, at least not compared to her apprenticeship to Wystan. Not to mention she had already acquired a far larger sum of coins, although part of them hadn't been earned fairly.<br><br>‘Did they really think I did not notice how they kept looking at me?’ Artanis thought, trying to justify having scammed the couple. Since she had noticed how not only the young man, but the woman as well had spent most of their time looking at her body, instead of the shop’s wares.<br><br>When she reached the plaza and her real objective, the map inside it. Artanis searched it for the library’s location, smiling when she noticed it was not far from the gate where she had met Hilliard.<br><br>Located behind the warrior’s guild, which also served as the city’s basic training hall. Was the place where she had promised to meet Edward, encircled by a large public garden was Roald Halstein’s Public Library, which had been build in homage to the city’s late lord.<br><br>Having discovered the path leading to her final target, Artanis left the city plaza towards the gate where she had met Hilliard and the other guards. It was a slow and difficult trip, in which she had to stop and rest a few times along the way. <br><br>However, the closer she came to the watch-house, the wider the gap between each break became. The reason for it was promptly informed to her along the way as every now and then a system message appeared informing her of increases at her attributes. <br><br>To a total of one point in strength, one in agility and two points in both endurance and vitality by the time she reached her destination. When Artanis reached the gate, however, she was welcomed with hostility by a guard she hadn't seen before. <br><br>“Halt! Lower your weapon, elf!” The guard said, pointing his halberd’s tip at her direction. Artanis tried to explain the blood on her clothes belonged to her. But the guard, a dwarf judging by his short and bulky build, did not care for any explanation she gave.<br><br>“Fine.” Said Artanis after sighing, as she did what anyone in her situation would have done, slowly lowering Hillard’s sword until it touched the floor. <br><br>The guard then proceeded to scream, calling for support in her apprehension, which soon as a guard left the watch-house and walked towards him.<br><br>“Yedlar, why are you threatening a civilian with your halberd?” Said the guard after a long sigh, “I am sorry for this confusion, let me carry the sword for you.” Said the guard which voice she soon recognized as Kennard, one of the guards she had met earlier.<br><br>“Civilian? But the blood...” Yedlar mumbled as he lowered his weapon.<br><br>“You and your elf phobia... Just look at the hole the shirt. That’s clearly her blood.” Kennard said after taking Hilliard’s sword from the floor and like Wystan and Hilliard, he needed only one hand to do so.<br><br>While thinking how feeble she was compared to everyone else she knew inside the game, Artanis was escorted to the watch house where she was left alone with Hilliard and his sword; But not before he scolded the dwarven guard for failing to notice what to any other soldier would had been obvious.<br><br>Unknown to Artanis she had made an enemy, the dwarf Yedlar was a player, who eagerly wanted to increase his standing among Rockheim’s guards and had hope the bloodied elven maiden would had acted harshly, so he could had arrested a so-called dangerous criminal.<br><br>Not only she easily ruined his main plan, she also knew the guard who came to apprehend her running his backup plan of saying she looked suspicious, which she actually did thanks to her clothes and weapon. Logging off, the dwarf known in the real world as Thomas da Silva Gomes, a young fourteen years old boy, swore he would get revenge on that stupid elf.<br><br>Meanwhile, that happened; Artanis was busy talking with Hilliard, who apologized for the incompetence of his newest soldier, before handing her reward for the errand completed.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Quest completed!<br><br>Having completed the task given by Hilliard, you've gained his friendship.<br>Increasing your chances of receiving further tasks from him.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Thank you milady Artanis, has Wystan told you the story behind this sword?” Hilliard said holding his repaired sword with a smile on his face.<br><br>“No, he didn't.” Answered Artanis, who although said that. Already suspected what the story behind the sword was and the next words said by Hilliard only confirmed her suspicions.<br><br>“You see milady, this sword is almost as old as me. I had just entered Rockheim’s army when my friend Wystan gave it to me, fulfilling a promise I had frankly already forgotten about.” Said Hilliard as he smiled.<br><br>‘Let me guess, if you ever manage to join the army...’ Thought Artanis, while on the outside she seemed to listen with the utmost attention to his words.<br><br>“That if a weakling like me, even managed to enter the army. He would give the best sword he had forged so far and repair it for free as long as I lived.” Hilliard said unsheathing, and admiring his sword.<br><br>As he did so, Artanis seemed to have been transported to the past, where she observed the whole scene, as if looking from Hilliard’s eyes.<br><br>She saw the wars he participated and how the sword had saved his life countless times, shattering much larger weapons, when parrying their attacks. But that was not what had impressed her most, what did was that the sword used to be much thinner at the start of the flashback, compared to what it looked a few battles after.<br><br>She could have easily missed that, if not so much emphasis was given to the sword; but now that Artanis had noticed the change. She paid even more attention to it and so before her eyes, the sword grew larger and thicker after cutting the neck of a the ugliest orc she had saw, to become exactly what she had been carrying over the town the whole time.<br><br>When the flashback ended, Artanis found herself once again at the watch house where Hilliard was just finishing his story.<br><br>“...And that’s why, I had a disguised soldier follow you through the city, I am sorry if I offended you by doing so.” He said, not noticing the blank expression on Artanis face.<br><br>“Ah... no, I am not offended. But I need to go.” Artanis said making a mental note to research about growing swords when she reached the library.<br><br>“Please wait milady Artanis; I have yet to give you your reward.” He said, trying to give her a pouch filled with the money reward he had promised her before, but instead of grabbing the coins as he expected her to do, she refused them.<br><br>“I couldn't possibly take your money, doing a favor for captain of the guards is an honor.” Said Artanis, already satisfied with what his quest had earned her.<br><br>But in the end, Artanis left the watch house with 2 silver, 50 copper coins added to her pouch and a promise; if she were to become stronger, she would be personally called for any expedition led by him. Artanis had now completed her first quest and rid of the heavy burden of the sword.<br><br>Now she didn't have a heavy sword to carry, finding her first landmark, the warrior’s guild. Was not difficult, after all, who could not notice crude looking fortress erected in the middle of the city, plus the group of players complaining about how difficult the training was as they left it.<br><br>Her real objective however was another one, to be exact the large living wall, which showed the limits of the garden outside the library. Artanis walked towards the also green gate, no more than an opening at the living wall with an arch on top of it. Seeing the bland living wall had disappointed her, who had high expectations concerning one of the two gardens show at the map.<br><br>Entering the actual gate, however, all she could do was mumble about how beautiful it was, nothing else came to her mind as she saw the actual garden.<br><br>Her main target for the trip, the library could be seen in the distance, leading to its direction was an artificially made path of hexagon shaped rocks; with a floral motif was carved in each. And around the path, many flowerbeds and trees of different species were planted, creating colorful geometric drawings of varied shapes.<br><br>She could not stop herself of walking slowly to enjoy the view; as the pleasant fragrances surrounded her washing away her fatigue.<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">You have witnessed Lady Evelyn’s Public Garden.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Lady Evelyn’s Public Garden<br><br>Heavenly fragrances, finely crafted rock paths, colorful trees, and flowers combine themselves as if to create a large living sculpture. Created along with Roald Halstein's Public Library, which stands in its middle, this garden is considered one of Rockheim’s best-dating spots, especially during the evening.<br><br>This garden is considered one of the six wonders of Rockheim.<br><br>Stamina regeneration increased by 25% inside it, lasts for 6 hours.<br>Mana regeneration increased by 25% inside it, last for 6 hours.<br>Food and beverage consumed inside the garden have a 10% increase in their effects.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Art has permanently been increased by 5</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>It had taken her some time, but when she finally entered the library. It was not difficult to find the reading area, especially because she asked the librarian at the help desk found at the library’s entrance.<br><br>The area was located at the furthest part of the library, the first thing Artanis saw as she arrived was small groups of players seated near wooden tables reading quietly, Edward whoever was not anywhere to be found.<br><br>Figuring he would return eventually, Artanis sat on the chair of a nearby, unoccupied table, save for a rather large pile of books on top of it and took the smallest book she could. Reading it while she waited for his arrival.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">You have finished reading the book: King Arkamek's Legend<br><br>Wisdom has permanently been increased by 1</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>"Was the book interesting?" A voice behind her suddenly asked, making her jump in surprise. This action led to the short, yet painful encounter of her shoulder with a man’s face. Of course, the painful part only applied to the man, who was now laying on the ground holding his nose.<br><br>Although painful, such attack came from a complete novice who lacked enough strength to cause enough damage to break his nose. By now, Artanis had already recognized the source of the voice as Edward the man who she was waiting for. She tried to apologize, but was interrupted by his words.<br><br>“Don’t worry; I should have known better than to sneak behind someone. But you still haven't answered my question; did you find the book to be interesting?” Edward asked as he got up on his feet, before seating on one of the nearby chairs. He was slightly embarrassed with the fact that he had been knocked down by a girl, even if the said girl was taller and looked to be much stronger than he was.<br><br>“Yes it was, although it should be called the tyrant's legend instead.” Having read that book before, he knew what she meant.<br><br>Arkamek, were an ancient king who once ruled this land, he was a rather fanatical cultist. Who after the construction of his tomb, sacrificed over a thousand of soldiers, which were to be buried along with him, a action which spurred the hate of not only his subjects, but by his own family as well.<br><br>One day, his younger brother Arasiel secretly followed the king to his tomb, which location had been kept in secret by the murder of all related to its construction. Managing to follow his brother unnoticed, he waited for his brother to enter his secret tomb.<br><br>Sometime after the king had entered the tomb, his young brother Arasiel gathered all his mana and casted a spell. Arkamek sensing the surge of mana, as well the earth tremors desperately ran toward the exit, but it was too late for him to leave it. Sealed inside by countless rocks, all Arkamek could do was sit and wait for his slow painful death.<br><br>The reign of Arkamek ended, and his brother became the new king, whomever he never revealed what took place that day. And the entire book she had read said was that one day he suddenly disappeared, probably devoured by the darkness he worshiped.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">You have been invited to join Edward's party. Do you accept the invitation?</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Sure, but why?” Asked Artanis confused as for why one would create a party inside a library, having no monsters in sight.<br><br>“Please change your settings to the party chat channel; others are not supposed to hear about what we are about to discuss.” Said Edward and when Artanis heard so she nodded, they were in a public place, so someone could overhear their conversation and steal the fruits of his research.<br><br>Opening the chat options, she changed it to the party only mode, her words now silenced for all but Edward. An observer would only see her lips move, still, someone who knew how to could still read her lips, but nothing could be done about it.<br><br>“Great, we can now talk in peace.” He said, then proceeding to explain the subject of his research. She heard every word said with the utmost attention.<br><br>“And so I came here to research about it.” He had explained how having returned a old book to this city’s magic guild, an elder member of the guild commented about how he had once read about how supposedly, the ancient king of Karnagmiel mumbled about the murder of his brother as he died.<br><br>The sole ear witness was the king's medic and oldest friend. And to find the records left by such man Edward started searching the books at this library.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">King Arkamek's Tomb Research: 24%<br><br>A young researcher has shared his findings with you about the tomb of an ancient king. The moribund king's brother rambling about his deeds told his medic and friend about his deeds on that day, including the tomb's location. After hours of research the medic's name was found, the ancient Karnagmiel's royal medic, Azerhen Sethmielr.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Well then, let's start.” Said Artanis, grabbing one of the books recently brought by Edward, which he had left on top of the table she had grabbed Arkamek's Legend from. He soon did the same.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">King Arkamek's Tomb Research: 26%<br><br>You have finished reading the book: Arkamek's Bloodline<br><br>Wisdom has permanently been increased by 1</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Found anything?” Asked Edward, seeing she had closed her book and were reaching for another.<br><br>“Nothing really important, but rather that wasting time talking after each book, it would be better to share our findings after having read at least a few.” She answered before she started reading the book at her hands, her words made sense and so he nodded in response. Soon, he grabbed another book.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">King Arkamek's Tomb Research: 27%<br><br>You have finished reading the book: Karnagmiel's Ancient Medical Practices<br><br>Intelligence has permanently been increased by 1<br>Wisdom has permanently been increased by 1</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">You have learned the skill: Herbology.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Skill Name:</td><td width="25%">Skill Rank:</td><td width="25%">Skill Level:</td><td width="25%">Skill Experience:</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Herbology</td><td width="25%">Basic</td><td width="25%">1</td><td width="25%">0%</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Learning about the proprieties of herbs, flowers and roots a world of possibilities has opened before you, as even the most mundane looking herb hold its secrets. You are now capable of seeing the hidden properties of herbs, flowers and roots. A higher level improves your ability to draw their effects, increasing their effectiveness.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br> <br>Twelve books later, her intelligence had increased by five points and her wisdom by seven. Her research, on the other hand, had only improved by mere 8%. As they both had read all the books on top of their table, they left it in a search for further reading material.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=71&amp;t=909" target="_blank">&lt;&lt;&lt; Last Chapter</a></td><td width="25%"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/fanfic/71" target="_blank">Table Of Contents</a></td><td width="25%"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=71&amp;t=3503" target="_blank">Next Chapter &gt;&gt;&gt;</a></td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Spell Checked</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> </div>

After thanking Wystan for the payment, Artanis left his store carrying Hilliard’s sword, which was still too heavy for her to carry without resorting to both of her hands. The sword however felt a bit lighter, now that she had acquired some strength during her work. The change however was minimal and barely affected her movement speed, which as before decreased considerably, as did her stamina after each step taken. Artanis had however already agreed to help Edward, who aside from the accidental stabbing, seemed to be a nice person. But the main reason that had left her to agree, was the quest to deliver Hilliard's sword. Having learned at he game's tutorial that each character was limited to three active quests, save for a few exceptions. Sure that Wystan's quest would occupy one of the quest slots for a long time, Artanis was more than eager to complete Hilliard's quest. Since the coins offered as a reward didn't seem as important to her as before, at least not compared to her apprenticeship to Wystan. Not to mention she had already acquired a far larger sum of coins, although part of them hadn't been earned fairly. ‘Did they really think I did not notice how they kept looking at me?’ Artanis thought, trying to justify having scammed the couple. Since she had noticed how not only the young man, but the woman as well had spent most of their time looking at her body, instead of the shop’s wares. When she reached the plaza and her real objective, the map inside it. Artanis searched it for the library’s location, smiling when she noticed it was not far from the gate where she had met Hilliard. Located behind the warrior’s guild, which also served as the city’s basic training hall. Was the place where she had promised to meet Edward, encircled by a large public garden was Roald Halstein’s Public Library, which had been build in homage to the city’s late lord. Having discovered the path leading to her final target, Artanis left the city plaza towards the gate where she had met Hilliard and the other guards. It was a slow and difficult trip, in which she had to stop and rest a few times along the way. However, the closer she came to the watch-house, the wider the gap between each break became. The reason for it was promptly informed to her along the way as every now and then a system message appeared informing her of increases at her attributes. To a total of one point in strength, one in agility and two points in both endurance and vitality by the time she reached her destination. When Artanis reached the gate, however, she was welcomed with hostility by a guard she hadn't seen before. “Halt! Lower your weapon, elf!” The guard said, pointing his halberd’s tip at her direction. Artanis tried to explain the blood on her clothes belonged to her. But the guard, a dwarf judging by his short and bulky build, did not care for any explanation she gave. “Fine.” Said Artanis after sighing, as she did what anyone in her situation would have done, slowly lowering Hillard’s sword until it touched the floor. The guard then proceeded to scream, calling for support in her apprehension, which soon as a guard left the watch-house and walked towards him. “Yedlar, why are you threatening a civilian with your halberd?” Said the guard after a long sigh, “I am sorry for this confusion, let me carry the sword for you.” Said the guard which voice she soon recognized as Kennard, one of the guards she had met earlier. “Civilian? But the blood...” Yedlar mumbled as he lowered his weapon. “You and your elf phobia... Just look at the hole the shirt. That’s clearly her blood.” Kennard said after taking Hilliard’s sword from the floor and like Wystan and Hilliard, he needed only one hand to do so. While thinking how feeble she was compared to everyone else she knew inside the game, Artanis was escorted to the watch house where she was left alone with Hilliard and his sword; But not before he scolded the dwarven guard for failing to notice what to any other soldier would had been obvious. Unknown to Artanis she had made an enemy, the dwarf Yedlar was a player, who eagerly wanted to increase his standing among Rockheim’s guards and had hope the bloodied elven maiden would had acted harshly, so he could had arrested a so-called dangerous criminal. Not only she easily ruined his main plan, she also knew the guard who came to apprehend her running his backup plan of saying she looked suspicious, which she actually did thanks to her clothes and weapon. Logging off, the dwarf known in the real world as Thomas da Silva Gomes, a young fourteen years old boy, swore he would get revenge on that stupid elf. Meanwhile, that happened; Artanis was busy talking with Hilliard, who apologized for the incompetence of his newest soldier, before handing her reward for the errand completed. | Quest completed!Having completed the task given by Hilliard, you've gained his friendship.Increasing your chances of receiving further tasks from him. | | --- | “Thank you milady Artanis, has Wystan told you the story behind this sword?” Hilliard said holding his repaired sword with a smile on his face. “No, he didn't.” Answered Artanis, who although said that. Already suspected what the story behind the sword was and the next words said by Hilliard only confirmed her suspicions. “You see milady, this sword is almost as old as me. I had just entered Rockheim’s army when my friend Wystan gave it to me, fulfilling a promise I had frankly already forgotten about.” Said Hilliard as he smiled. ‘Let me guess, if you ever manage to join the army...’ Thought Artanis, while on the outside she seemed to listen with the utmost attention to his words. “That if a weakling like me, even managed to enter the army. He would give the best sword he had forged so far and repair it for free as long as I lived.” Hilliard said unsheathing, and admiring his sword. As he did so, Artanis seemed to have been transported to the past, where she observed the whole scene, as if looking from Hilliard’s eyes. She saw the wars he participated and how the sword had saved his life countless times, shattering much larger weapons, when parrying their attacks. But that was not what had impressed her most, what did was that the sword used to be much thinner at the start of the flashback, compared to what it looked a few battles after. She could have easily missed that, if not so much emphasis was given to the sword; but now that Artanis had noticed the change. She paid even more attention to it and so before her eyes, the sword grew larger and thicker after cutting the neck of a the ugliest orc she had saw, to become exactly what she had been carrying over the town the whole time. When the flashback ended, Artanis found herself once again at the watch house where Hilliard was just finishing his story. “...And that’s why, I had a disguised soldier follow you through the city, I am sorry if I offended you by doing so.” He said, not noticing the blank expression on Artanis face. “Ah... no, I am not offended. But I need to go.” Artanis said making a mental note to research about growing swords when she reached the library. “Please wait milady Artanis; I have yet to give you your reward.” He said, trying to give her a pouch filled with the money reward he had promised her before, but instead of grabbing the coins as he expected her to do, she refused them. “I couldn't possibly take your money, doing a favor for captain of the guards is an honor.” Said Artanis, already satisfied with what his quest had earned her. But in the end, Artanis left the watch house with 2 silver, 50 copper coins added to her pouch and a promise; if she were to become stronger, she would be personally called for any expedition led by him. Artanis had now completed her first quest and rid of the heavy burden of the sword. Now she didn't have a heavy sword to carry, finding her first landmark, the warrior’s guild. Was not difficult, after all, who could not notice crude looking fortress erected in the middle of the city, plus the group of players complaining about how difficult the training was as they left it. Her real objective however was another one, to be exact the large living wall, which showed the limits of the garden outside the library. Artanis walked towards the also green gate, no more than an opening at the living wall with an arch on top of it. Seeing the bland living wall had disappointed her, who had high expectations concerning one of the two gardens show at the map. Entering the actual gate, however, all she could do was mumble about how beautiful it was, nothing else came to her mind as she saw the actual garden. Her main target for the trip, the library could be seen in the distance, leading to its direction was an artificially made path of hexagon shaped rocks; with a floral motif was carved in each. And around the path, many flowerbeds and trees of different species were planted, creating colorful geometric drawings of varied shapes. She could not stop herself of walking slowly to enjoy the view; as the pleasant fragrances surrounded her washing away her fatigue. | You have witnessed Lady Evelyn’s Public Garden. | | --- | | Lady Evelyn’s Public GardenHeavenly fragrances, finely crafted rock paths, colorful trees, and flowers combine themselves as if to create a large living sculpture. Created along with Roald Halstein's Public Library, which stands in its middle, this garden is considered one of Rockheim’s best-dating spots, especially during the evening.This garden is considered one of the six wonders of Rockheim.Stamina regeneration increased by 25% inside it, lasts for 6 hours.Mana regeneration increased by 25% inside it, last for 6 hours.Food and beverage consumed inside the garden have a 10% increase in their effects. | | --- | | Art has permanently been increased by 5 | | --- | It had taken her some time, but when she finally entered the library. It was not difficult to find the reading area, especially because she asked the librarian at the help desk found at the library’s entrance. The area was located at the furthest part of the library, the first thing Artanis saw as she arrived was small groups of players seated near wooden tables reading quietly, Edward whoever was not anywhere to be found. Figuring he would return eventually, Artanis sat on the chair of a nearby, unoccupied table, save for a rather large pile of books on top of it and took the smallest book she could. Reading it while she waited for his arrival. | You have finished reading the book: King Arkamek's LegendWisdom has permanently been increased by 1 | | --- | "Was the book interesting?" A voice behind her suddenly asked, making her jump in surprise. This action led to the short, yet painful encounter of her shoulder with a man’s face. Of course, the painful part only applied to the man, who was now laying on the ground holding his nose. Although painful, such attack came from a complete novice who lacked enough strength to cause enough damage to break his nose. By now, Artanis had already recognized the source of the voice as Edward the man who she was waiting for. She tried to apologize, but was interrupted by his words. “Don’t worry; I should have known better than to sneak behind someone. But you still haven't answered my question; did you find the book to be interesting?” Edward asked as he got up on his feet, before seating on one of the nearby chairs. He was slightly embarrassed with the fact that he had been knocked down by a girl, even if the said girl was taller and looked to be much stronger than he was. “Yes it was, although it should be called the tyrant's legend instead.” Having read that book before, he knew what she meant. Arkamek, were an ancient king who once ruled this land, he was a rather fanatical cultist. Who after the construction of his tomb, sacrificed over a thousand of soldiers, which were to be buried along with him, a action which spurred the hate of not only his subjects, but by his own family as well. One day, his younger brother Arasiel secretly followed the king to his tomb, which location had been kept in secret by the murder of all related to its construction. Managing to follow his brother unnoticed, he waited for his brother to enter his secret tomb. Sometime after the king had entered the tomb, his young brother Arasiel gathered all his mana and casted a spell. Arkamek sensing the surge of mana, as well the earth tremors desperately ran toward the exit, but it was too late for him to leave it. Sealed inside by countless rocks, all Arkamek could do was sit and wait for his slow painful death. The reign of Arkamek ended, and his brother became the new king, whomever he never revealed what took place that day. And the entire book she had read said was that one day he suddenly disappeared, probably devoured by the darkness he worshiped. | You have been invited to join Edward's party. Do you accept the invitation? | | --- | “Sure, but why?” Asked Artanis confused as for why one would create a party inside a library, having no monsters in sight. “Please change your settings to the party chat channel; others are not supposed to hear about what we are about to discuss.” Said Edward and when Artanis heard so she nodded, they were in a public place, so someone could overhear their conversation and steal the fruits of his research. Opening the chat options, she changed it to the party only mode, her words now silenced for all but Edward. An observer would only see her lips move, still, someone who knew how to could still read her lips, but nothing could be done about it. “Great, we can now talk in peace.” He said, then proceeding to explain the subject of his research. She heard every word said with the utmost attention. “And so I came here to research about it.” He had explained how having returned a old book to this city’s magic guild, an elder member of the guild commented about how he had once read about how supposedly, the ancient king of Karnagmiel mumbled about the murder of his brother as he died. The sole ear witness was the king's medic and oldest friend. And to find the records left by such man Edward started searching the books at this library. | King Arkamek's Tomb Research: 24%A young researcher has shared his findings with you about the tomb of an ancient king. The moribund king's brother rambling about his deeds told his medic and friend about his deeds on that day, including the tomb's location. After hours of research the medic's name was found, the ancient Karnagmiel's royal medic, Azerhen Sethmielr. | | --- | “Well then, let's start.” Said Artanis, grabbing one of the books recently brought by Edward, which he had left on top of the table she had grabbed Arkamek's Legend from. He soon did the same. | King Arkamek's Tomb Research: 26%You have finished reading the book: Arkamek's BloodlineWisdom has permanently been increased by 1 | | --- | “Found anything?” Asked Edward, seeing she had closed her book and were reaching for another. “Nothing really important, but rather that wasting time talking after each book, it would be better to share our findings after having read at least a few.” She answered before she started reading the book at her hands, her words made sense and so he nodded in response. Soon, he grabbed another book. | King Arkamek's Tomb Research: 27%You have finished reading the book: Karnagmiel's Ancient Medical PracticesIntelligence has permanently been increased by 1Wisdom has permanently been increased by 1 | | --- | | You have learned the skill: Herbology. | | --- | | Skill Name: | Skill Rank: | Skill Level: | Skill Experience: | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Herbology | Basic | 1 | 0% | | Learning about the proprieties of herbs, flowers and roots a world of possibilities has opened before you, as even the most mundane looking herb hold its secrets. You are now capable of seeing the hidden properties of herbs, flowers and roots. A higher level improves your ability to draw their effects, increasing their effectiveness. | | | | Twelve books later, her intelligence had increased by five points and her wisdom by seven. Her research, on the other hand, had only improved by mere 8%. 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<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> It had been half a day since Arthe had defeated the demon, during that time the freed slaves had been preparing a feast using the stores left in the tower. They had decided that in order to celebrate their freedom, and show their gratitude to the two heroes who rescued them, that they would have a party that night and then in the morning those who wished to make the journey back to where they came from would do so.<br><br>Arthe and Frith spent the majority of the evening sat at a table being plied with copious amounts of food, Frith of course wolfed it down as fast as she could whereas Arthe ate until his satiety bar was full then just relaxed and enjoyed the atmosphere. When it got later both of them were made to dance with many of the slaves, in fact they danced so much that their stamina ran out and they had to sit down and recuperate. Whilst they were Arthe decided to have another look at the loot he had received for killing the demon, he had gained quite a lot from the battle as well. His holy mastery skill had gone up to Intermediate 9 and his other holy skills had either leveled or were about to as well, not only that his sword mastery had hit Advanced 1 after both the fight in the mines and the demon battle. His use of the Numenorian Sword skills in the mine battles had helped them level as well. Although the Kuaknomi had dropped pretty rubbish loot in general that was more than made up for with the Runite ore and the items that the demon had dropped.<br><br>Demon Horn:<br>This item can be used by alchemists to brew potions that greatly enhance vitality and fire resistance permanently, when attached to mage staffs or used to channel spells it boosts the damage of all fire type magic by 30%<br><br>Demon Hide:<br>A High tier crafting ingredient used by tailors, although extremely high skill levels are required to work with this material the results are more than worth it. Clothing made from this material will boast high defense and incredible fire resistance, if used in blacksmithing the hide will vastly increase resistance to ranged attacks.<br><br>Demons Blood: <br>Although not recommended this blood is drinkable, if drank it will provide permanent boosts to vitality, stamina and strength. However infamy will be increased by 500 and the drinker will gain some unusual darkness related effects.<br><br>Heart of the Lesser Demon: <br>The heart of a fiend from hell can be used in blacksmithing to apply various effects to armor. To use this material the blacksmith must have at least Intermediate 5 skill and be able to smelt ores of the highest tier with little impurities. Due to the hearts high heat resistance a Dwarven Forge is necessary to smelt this item.<br><br>Bones of the Minor Fiend:<br>These bones are so hard that they can shatter iron, when made into weaponry the resulting item will have special bonuses to fire damage or shadow damage. If turned into a bow all arrows fired from it will deal fire damage or cause an application of Leech life.<br><br><br>Boots of Samael's Servitor:<br>Durability: 150/150<br>Defense: 50<br>These boots were forged from some unknown material in the depths of hell; distributed to all those who serve Samuel the Vengeful, Overlord of the Pit.<br><br>Equip:<br>+33% Fire Resistance<br>+33% Dark Resistance<br>+20 STR<br>+20 VIT<br>+20 STAM<br><br>Requirements:<br>Level 200<br>Cannot be worn by those with a Good Alignment<br>STR+100<br>AGI+80<br><br><br><br>Although most of the items were useless to Arthe they could be sold for exorbitant sums due to the many bonuses and effects they provided. Frith had already laid claim to the boots despite only being level 171, she said she wanted to have some gear ready to change into straight away as soon as she hit level 200. Arthe could see the sense in that and so gave her the boots, but he did claim a promise from her that she would let him be the one to own the tower and the mine. This made her crumble a bit but Arthe swore to let her have a third of the profits from the mine and he also reminded her that it wasn't like she was poor, she was a princess after all so its not like she was needed another home or a new source of income.<br><br>After she had agreed the two of them went to find the slave that had given them the quest so that they could hand it in, they hadn't had the chance to earlier as the other ex-slaves had carried them off to celebrate. The man was sat at the edge of the group of the partying crowd staring off into space, he looked slightly sad and it was obvious that he was thinking about something.<br><br>"Excuse us sir, is something bothering you?" Arthe asked him quietly.<br><br>"Hmm? Oh no it's nothing, I was just thinking that my wife would have loved this. She always did enjoy a party." the man replied after breaking from his reverie.<br><br>Frith and Arthe had heard from one of the other slaves that the mans wife had been among the first to be killed when the slaves fought back as they were being kidnapped.<br><br>"I'm sorry for your loss, I wish we had gotten here sooner so that we could have done something to help."<br><br>"No, no it's not your fault. There are some things that cannot be changed, and anyway you have done something incredible today. You have given hope back to all these people and rid the world of what could have been a great evil, you more than deserve the reward for this action."<br><br>"Ding"<br>Quest Completed!<br>The Slaves Request:<br>You have freed all the slaves and slain all the villains, it was a hard battle but victory was yours in the end. You are now the Proud owner of your very own Mountain top Tower as well as a very profitable Runite mine.<br>Level Up!<br>Level Up!<br>New Title awarded: The Demon-Slayer!<br>You are now the owner of the Nameless Tower.<br><br>Do you wish to name the Tower? Yes/no?<br><br>"Yes."<br><br>State new name now<br><br>"The Guardians Retreat."<br><br>"Ding"<br><br>Tower renamed to 'The Guardians Retreat'. Do you wish to see Property Status now?<br><br>"Yes."<br><br>Property Name: The Guardians Retreat<br>Inhabitants: 1<br>Armaments: 100- mix of spears, swords and staffs<br>Facilities: 1 Forge, 1 Kitchen, 1 Armory, 1 Storeroom, 1 Library and 1 Barracks<br>Attached Land: 1 Runite Mine and 1 Small Mountain<br>Available Building Space: 3 plots<br>Monthly Income: 0 gold<br>Monthly Expenditures: 10 Gold<br>Security: 0<br><br>Arthe had a good look at his new property and was astonished at the amount of land he had to expand his property, initially he had thought that he could use the tower as a place to store items and work on his crafting skills. Now that he had seen his available space he had a vision of him building a small fort much like the border fort he had been to earlier, it would have a small stables, an outer wall and a training center so he could try out his new skills. With the mine enclosed within the wall, and presuming he could hire some full time staff, he wouldn't have to worry about thieves. As he was thinking this he had another brainwave; he could let the Order of Freya use the tower as a base for traveling paladins, that would mean that he could have free guards and the only staff he would have to pay up keep for would be the miners. Even better he may even receive some rent from the Order of Freya, on top of this if he could somehow get a message to the other Guardians of Freya then they could use the tower as a meeting place to trade information and skills.<br><br>By this point Arthe may have been getting carried away with his delusions, as it was the tower was still a dilapidated mess in need of some serious work. Arthe returned to the festivities and began to think of a speech to persuade some of the ex-slaves to stay and work for him. The next morning he went around all of the ex-slaves and asked them to delay heading back home so he could speak to them, when they had all gathered he began to talk.<br><br>"Before we begin I want all of you to know that you are free to come and go as you please, there is no obligation on any of you to do what I'm about to ask you so don't feel pressured into doing it if you do not want to. My request is this, I wish to know if there are any among you willing to stay here and work for me to continue building this tower and working this mine. I swear to pay you a fair wage for your work and you are of course not going to be worked to the bone if you do decide to stay. My vision for the finished tower is to have it as a way-station for the Paladins of Freya, a place they can use to rest when they are journeying or somewhere for them to have meetings and trade information. To achieve this vision I need workers to help finish the construction and to continue with the mining, for all those willing to work the mines I will not only pay them a wage but I will give the group as a whole 10% of the mines profits every month. Now I estimate that the mine needs at least 20 miners to operate at peak efficiency, so that means that each miner will receive 0.5% of the monthly profits. Judging by the quality of the ore a single piece should sell for around 2-400 gold if not more, I propose to pay each miner 5 silver per day with 2 extra silver if they work on weekends. I also need at least 15 people to continue the construction of the tower and to expand the property by building an exterior wall as well as for general maintenance. Each of them will be paid the same as the miners. Are there any amongst you willing to take me up on my offer, I will pay every person one days wages in advance."<br><br>There was a quiet murmuring among the crowd as they discussed it between themselves, this continued for quite a while before a consensus was reached. Eventually 3 people stepped forward as spokespersons, the man and woman who had guided Arthe and Frith around the tower and the man who had given them the quest in the first place. They each looked at each other before the quest giver spoke.<br><br>"Your offer is extremely generous and we have discussed it thoroughly. Some of us, mainly those with children, wish to return home but there are roughly 30 people who are willing to stay. If possible we would like the entire group to escort the ones who wish to leave home and then the ones who wish to work here will return. Is this acceptable to you?"<br><br>"Of course I would not expect any of you to abandon those in need of your aid. In fact I insist that you take enough weapons and provisions from the tower so that your journey goes smoothly." Arthe responded, inwardly elated that his speech had worked.<br>"You are more than generous my lord, we shall leave immediately and those of us returning shall be back within the week." After saying this the group of people began to disperse and gather whatever belongings and provisions they would need.<br><br>Arthe turned to Frith and asked her to accompany them so that they managed to get home okay.<br><br>"What are you going to do whilst I'm gone?"<br><br>"I'm going to find some way of getting a message to Vanaheim fortress so that they can send someone out here to guard this place, also I'm going to start clearing the tower of all that demon scent and evil paraphernalia. So rest easy I'm not going to run off without you don't worry."<br><br>Frith looked at him for a while then nodded and went to gather her belongings ready for her trip. When she and the others had left Arthe went into the tower and began to purify everything that the monsters and the demon had touched, it took him all day but eventually he had cleansed everything and it was time for him to begin his next task.<br><br>Over the next couple of days Arthe burnt everything that he hadn't been able to cleanse and even melted down most of the crude weaponry used by the Kuaknomi, he gathered all the materials into one area near the forge and put all of the remaining provisions away in the storeroom properly. He then started to clean the tower from top to bottom, the grime was stubborn at first but he discovered that his purify nature skill let him turn most of the filth into either dust or dirt. After the inside of the tower was completely clean Arthe then got ready to tackle his biggest job, cleansing the outside. He had to cast purify nature 3 times as well as cast holy light and purify twice each before the stones became clean, but when he was done the stones themselves glowed dimly with white light. After he was done with this Arthe tried to think of a way to get a message to Marshal Sif, he eventually decided that the quickest way was to pm Steve and have him ask Mathis to send the message along to Knight-captain Heimdall. So that was what he did, a day later he got a response from Steve telling him that the Knight-captain was coming himself and that he would be there in 3 days. Arthe couldn't believe his ears, how was Heimdall going to make a journey that had taken him almost 10 weeks! It was then that he remembered that the church of Freya had teleport facilities in most if not all of their churches, there must be a teleport destination fairly close to Arthe if Heimdall could get here in 3 days.<br><br>A day before Frith was due to return Arthe began to cleanse the scars and the mess that was scattered all over the mountain, he started with the discarded materials. First he stacked all the wood and metal in separate piles in front of the tower and cast purify nature on them to restore them to good condition, then he turned each of the craters into guard posts by using some of the cleansed materials to build palisades. It took him almost 18 hours to finish but when he had each crater had been changed into flat alcoves set into the mountain, and they all had small palisades and makeshift roofs.<br><br>The next morning Arthe decided to start work on organizing a place for the workers to sleep, he went into the mines and in one of the caverns near the entrance he began to clear the floors and lay down some wooden planking. On top of this he placed the pallets and bedding he had retrieved from the tower and had even brought some of the furniture down as well, his final act was to dig out a fire pit near the entrance. He realized that before he could light the fire he needed some way to extract the smoke so he began tinkering with some pieces of metal at the forge, after about 2 hours he had created a large funnel shaped chimney that attached to numerous lengths of hollow pipe. As he was fixing the pipes to the roof he heard a commotion outside and thinking it was Frith returning he went outside.<br><br>As he emerged from the mine he saw a small group of 4 individuals gaping in surprise at the tower, there was a man with a two handed sword as well as a mage, a priest and a female archer.<br><br>He called over to them which made them all jump and take up combat positions.<br><br>"Excuse me, may I inquire as to who you are and what you are doing on my land?"<br><br>After seeing a normal unarmed human talking to them the group relaxed and they all looked at the sword user for guidance.<br><br>"Umm, we are a group of adventurers who came here to slay the evil wizard and free the slaves. Forgive me but who are you and what are you doing here?" The sword user asked.<br><br>"Ah, you don't have to worry about that quest. I'm afraid you're too late, I killed the demon in human form and freed the slaves a week ago. As such this tower and its surrounding areas are now mine and I'm going to have to ask you to either leave or remove your weapons before you enter. And as to who I am, I am a member of the Paladin order and my name is Arthe."<br><br>After saying that Arthe headed over to the tower entrance and grabbed his sword from by the door, he never left it too far away from him if he could help it. When he turned around he saw that the group were quietly arguing amongst themselves, it appeared as though the sword guy and the mage wanted to force Arthe to leave and the priest and the archer were refusing. Eventually the mage and the sword user made a gesture Arthe recognized as leaving a party and headed over to Arthe with looks of menace on their faces.<br><br>"Me and my friend here have decided that we don't want to leave, we think you should leave and we also think you should drop all of your equipment before you do or else."<br><br>Arthe sighed inwardly, bloody users and their stupidity.<br><br>"Or else what? You'll make me leave? if you think you can feel free."<br><br>Thus proceeded the shortest battle of Arthe's entire life, he sidestepped the warrior with his Numenorian footwork and used targeted thrust to stab the mage in the heart. After that he whirled around and pummeled the warrior repeatedly with Holy Bolt and Holy smite before hitting him round the head with the flat of his blade, with the warrior knocked out Arthe quickly turned and used healing hand to heal the mage before he died and then took their weapons away from them.<br><br>During this exchange the priest and the archer had looked on, worriedly at first and then incredulously. Arthe's display of skill had left them speechless and they promptly unequipped their weapons and stepped away from them, concerned that if they didn't comply with Arthe's earlier request then they would be next on his defeat list.<br><br>Just as the warrior was waking up Arthe spotted Frith and the workers coming up the mountain path, he waved at them and then went to speak to the Priest and the Archer.<br><br>"So what were you two nice people doing with a couple of grade a muppets like them," he nodded at the defeated duo, "let me guess they told you they had a quest with a guaranteed success and they would share the rewards with you for a small fee?"<br><br>The two players nodded at Arthe a bit sheepishly and then the priest told him that they were quite new players who hadn't really done a lot of questing before and had been looking for a party to join, the warrior and his companion had seemed a lot stronger than them and had asked them for 20 gold each for their services.<br><br>As they explained this Frith came over to Arthe and told him that the workers wished to speak to him, he told the naive players to wait there for a while and went with Frith.<br><br>"So friends what seems to be the trouble?"<br><br>"No trouble my lord, we were just wondering when you wanted us to start work and where we could put our belongings."<br><br>Arthe asked Frith to stand guard over the players and took the workers to the cavern he had set up earlier. He told them that this was a room they could use freely whenever they needed a rest and that breakfast and dinner would be served in the tower with a lunch provided for them in the mine. He also said that he would finish putting the chimney in place shortly and that for the time being it would be great if the workers could gather up as much useable building material as possible from the mine and the surrounding mountainside.<br>After the workers had stashed their things and gone out to gather stone and lumber Arthe went back to speak to the players.<br><br>The warrior was awake now and making threats about ending Arthe's life and punishing his 'traitorous' party members, who shook a little when he said that. Arthe went over to him so that he could explain exactly what would happen from now on.<br><br>"Listen closely because I'll say this once, my companion over there is a member of the Baldur royal family and I am a High ranking member of the Order of Freya. Between the two of us we could make your time playing this game extremely miserable, in a couple of days a Knight-captain of the Order of Freya is coming here. What's going to happen is I'm going to hand you over to him for judgement and he's going to have you watched by the church wherever you go, if in the future I hear that you've so much as stolen a single copper coin from a player or an NPC I'm going to have my companion order your immediate arrest. I'm also going to add those two over there to my friend list, should either of them have 'an unfortunate accident' of any kind I'm not going to have you arrested instead I'm going to hunt you down and kill you. I should mention that due to my class i am exempt from punishment by the church or the state so I would have no problem with earning the murderers mark. Now do we have an understanding?"<br><br>The warrior and the mage both gulped loudly and nodded profusely, fear was making them very compliant. Arthe then went over to the other players and reassured them that they would be fine and that they were welcome to enter the tower and have something to eat. He and Frith tied the other two up in one of the storerooms before taking the priest and his friend into the kitchen. </div>

It had been half a day since Arthe had defeated the demon, during that time the freed slaves had been preparing a feast using the stores left in the tower. They had decided that in order to celebrate their freedom, and show their gratitude to the two heroes who rescued them, that they would have a party that night and then in the morning those who wished to make the journey back to where they came from would do so. Arthe and Frith spent the majority of the evening sat at a table being plied with copious amounts of food, Frith of course wolfed it down as fast as she could whereas Arthe ate until his satiety bar was full then just relaxed and enjoyed the atmosphere. When it got later both of them were made to dance with many of the slaves, in fact they danced so much that their stamina ran out and they had to sit down and recuperate. Whilst they were Arthe decided to have another look at the loot he had received for killing the demon, he had gained quite a lot from the battle as well. His holy mastery skill had gone up to Intermediate 9 and his other holy skills had either leveled or were about to as well, not only that his sword mastery had hit Advanced 1 after both the fight in the mines and the demon battle. His use of the Numenorian Sword skills in the mine battles had helped them level as well. Although the Kuaknomi had dropped pretty rubbish loot in general that was more than made up for with the Runite ore and the items that the demon had dropped. Demon Horn: This item can be used by alchemists to brew potions that greatly enhance vitality and fire resistance permanently, when attached to mage staffs or used to channel spells it boosts the damage of all fire type magic by 30% Demon Hide: A High tier crafting ingredient used by tailors, although extremely high skill levels are required to work with this material the results are more than worth it. Clothing made from this material will boast high defense and incredible fire resistance, if used in blacksmithing the hide will vastly increase resistance to ranged attacks. Demons Blood: Although not recommended this blood is drinkable, if drank it will provide permanent boosts to vitality, stamina and strength. However infamy will be increased by 500 and the drinker will gain some unusual darkness related effects. Heart of the Lesser Demon: The heart of a fiend from hell can be used in blacksmithing to apply various effects to armor. To use this material the blacksmith must have at least Intermediate 5 skill and be able to smelt ores of the highest tier with little impurities. Due to the hearts high heat resistance a Dwarven Forge is necessary to smelt this item. Bones of the Minor Fiend: These bones are so hard that they can shatter iron, when made into weaponry the resulting item will have special bonuses to fire damage or shadow damage. If turned into a bow all arrows fired from it will deal fire damage or cause an application of Leech life. Boots of Samael's Servitor: Durability: 150/150 Defense: 50 These boots were forged from some unknown material in the depths of hell; distributed to all those who serve Samuel the Vengeful, Overlord of the Pit. Equip: +33% Fire Resistance +33% Dark Resistance +20 STR +20 VIT +20 STAM Requirements: Level 200 Cannot be worn by those with a Good Alignment STR+100 AGI+80 Although most of the items were useless to Arthe they could be sold for exorbitant sums due to the many bonuses and effects they provided. Frith had already laid claim to the boots despite only being level 171, she said she wanted to have some gear ready to change into straight away as soon as she hit level 200. Arthe could see the sense in that and so gave her the boots, but he did claim a promise from her that she would let him be the one to own the tower and the mine. This made her crumble a bit but Arthe swore to let her have a third of the profits from the mine and he also reminded her that it wasn't like she was poor, she was a princess after all so its not like she was needed another home or a new source of income. After she had agreed the two of them went to find the slave that had given them the quest so that they could hand it in, they hadn't had the chance to earlier as the other ex-slaves had carried them off to celebrate. The man was sat at the edge of the group of the partying crowd staring off into space, he looked slightly sad and it was obvious that he was thinking about something. "Excuse us sir, is something bothering you?" Arthe asked him quietly. "Hmm? Oh no it's nothing, I was just thinking that my wife would have loved this. She always did enjoy a party." the man replied after breaking from his reverie. Frith and Arthe had heard from one of the other slaves that the mans wife had been among the first to be killed when the slaves fought back as they were being kidnapped. "I'm sorry for your loss, I wish we had gotten here sooner so that we could have done something to help." "No, no it's not your fault. There are some things that cannot be changed, and anyway you have done something incredible today. You have given hope back to all these people and rid the world of what could have been a great evil, you more than deserve the reward for this action." "Ding" Quest Completed! The Slaves Request: You have freed all the slaves and slain all the villains, it was a hard battle but victory was yours in the end. You are now the Proud owner of your very own Mountain top Tower as well as a very profitable Runite mine. Level Up! Level Up! New Title awarded: The Demon-Slayer! You are now the owner of the Nameless Tower. Do you wish to name the Tower? Yes/no? "Yes." State new name now "The Guardians Retreat." "Ding" Tower renamed to 'The Guardians Retreat'. Do you wish to see Property Status now? "Yes." Property Name: The Guardians Retreat Inhabitants: 1 Armaments: 100- mix of spears, swords and staffs Facilities: 1 Forge, 1 Kitchen, 1 Armory, 1 Storeroom, 1 Library and 1 Barracks Attached Land: 1 Runite Mine and 1 Small Mountain Available Building Space: 3 plots Monthly Income: 0 gold Monthly Expenditures: 10 Gold Security: 0 Arthe had a good look at his new property and was astonished at the amount of land he had to expand his property, initially he had thought that he could use the tower as a place to store items and work on his crafting skills. Now that he had seen his available space he had a vision of him building a small fort much like the border fort he had been to earlier, it would have a small stables, an outer wall and a training center so he could try out his new skills. With the mine enclosed within the wall, and presuming he could hire some full time staff, he wouldn't have to worry about thieves. As he was thinking this he had another brainwave; he could let the Order of Freya use the tower as a base for traveling paladins, that would mean that he could have free guards and the only staff he would have to pay up keep for would be the miners. Even better he may even receive some rent from the Order of Freya, on top of this if he could somehow get a message to the other Guardians of Freya then they could use the tower as a meeting place to trade information and skills. By this point Arthe may have been getting carried away with his delusions, as it was the tower was still a dilapidated mess in need of some serious work. Arthe returned to the festivities and began to think of a speech to persuade some of the ex-slaves to stay and work for him. The next morning he went around all of the ex-slaves and asked them to delay heading back home so he could speak to them, when they had all gathered he began to talk. "Before we begin I want all of you to know that you are free to come and go as you please, there is no obligation on any of you to do what I'm about to ask you so don't feel pressured into doing it if you do not want to. My request is this, I wish to know if there are any among you willing to stay here and work for me to continue building this tower and working this mine. I swear to pay you a fair wage for your work and you are of course not going to be worked to the bone if you do decide to stay. My vision for the finished tower is to have it as a way-station for the Paladins of Freya, a place they can use to rest when they are journeying or somewhere for them to have meetings and trade information. To achieve this vision I need workers to help finish the construction and to continue with the mining, for all those willing to work the mines I will not only pay them a wage but I will give the group as a whole 10% of the mines profits every month. Now I estimate that the mine needs at least 20 miners to operate at peak efficiency, so that means that each miner will receive 0.5% of the monthly profits. Judging by the quality of the ore a single piece should sell for around 2-400 gold if not more, I propose to pay each miner 5 silver per day with 2 extra silver if they work on weekends. I also need at least 15 people to continue the construction of the tower and to expand the property by building an exterior wall as well as for general maintenance. Each of them will be paid the same as the miners. Are there any amongst you willing to take me up on my offer, I will pay every person one days wages in advance." There was a quiet murmuring among the crowd as they discussed it between themselves, this continued for quite a while before a consensus was reached. Eventually 3 people stepped forward as spokespersons, the man and woman who had guided Arthe and Frith around the tower and the man who had given them the quest in the first place. They each looked at each other before the quest giver spoke. "Your offer is extremely generous and we have discussed it thoroughly. Some of us, mainly those with children, wish to return home but there are roughly 30 people who are willing to stay. If possible we would like the entire group to escort the ones who wish to leave home and then the ones who wish to work here will return. Is this acceptable to you?" "Of course I would not expect any of you to abandon those in need of your aid. In fact I insist that you take enough weapons and provisions from the tower so that your journey goes smoothly." Arthe responded, inwardly elated that his speech had worked. "You are more than generous my lord, we shall leave immediately and those of us returning shall be back within the week." After saying this the group of people began to disperse and gather whatever belongings and provisions they would need. Arthe turned to Frith and asked her to accompany them so that they managed to get home okay. "What are you going to do whilst I'm gone?" "I'm going to find some way of getting a message to Vanaheim fortress so that they can send someone out here to guard this place, also I'm going to start clearing the tower of all that demon scent and evil paraphernalia. So rest easy I'm not going to run off without you don't worry." Frith looked at him for a while then nodded and went to gather her belongings ready for her trip. When she and the others had left Arthe went into the tower and began to purify everything that the monsters and the demon had touched, it took him all day but eventually he had cleansed everything and it was time for him to begin his next task. Over the next couple of days Arthe burnt everything that he hadn't been able to cleanse and even melted down most of the crude weaponry used by the Kuaknomi, he gathered all the materials into one area near the forge and put all of the remaining provisions away in the storeroom properly. He then started to clean the tower from top to bottom, the grime was stubborn at first but he discovered that his purify nature skill let him turn most of the filth into either dust or dirt. After the inside of the tower was completely clean Arthe then got ready to tackle his biggest job, cleansing the outside. He had to cast purify nature 3 times as well as cast holy light and purify twice each before the stones became clean, but when he was done the stones themselves glowed dimly with white light. After he was done with this Arthe tried to think of a way to get a message to Marshal Sif, he eventually decided that the quickest way was to pm Steve and have him ask Mathis to send the message along to Knight-captain Heimdall. So that was what he did, a day later he got a response from Steve telling him that the Knight-captain was coming himself and that he would be there in 3 days. Arthe couldn't believe his ears, how was Heimdall going to make a journey that had taken him almost 10 weeks! It was then that he remembered that the church of Freya had teleport facilities in most if not all of their churches, there must be a teleport destination fairly close to Arthe if Heimdall could get here in 3 days. A day before Frith was due to return Arthe began to cleanse the scars and the mess that was scattered all over the mountain, he started with the discarded materials. First he stacked all the wood and metal in separate piles in front of the tower and cast purify nature on them to restore them to good condition, then he turned each of the craters into guard posts by using some of the cleansed materials to build palisades. It took him almost 18 hours to finish but when he had each crater had been changed into flat alcoves set into the mountain, and they all had small palisades and makeshift roofs. The next morning Arthe decided to start work on organizing a place for the workers to sleep, he went into the mines and in one of the caverns near the entrance he began to clear the floors and lay down some wooden planking. On top of this he placed the pallets and bedding he had retrieved from the tower and had even brought some of the furniture down as well, his final act was to dig out a fire pit near the entrance. He realized that before he could light the fire he needed some way to extract the smoke so he began tinkering with some pieces of metal at the forge, after about 2 hours he had created a large funnel shaped chimney that attached to numerous lengths of hollow pipe. As he was fixing the pipes to the roof he heard a commotion outside and thinking it was Frith returning he went outside. As he emerged from the mine he saw a small group of 4 individuals gaping in surprise at the tower, there was a man with a two handed sword as well as a mage, a priest and a female archer. He called over to them which made them all jump and take up combat positions. "Excuse me, may I inquire as to who you are and what you are doing on my land?" After seeing a normal unarmed human talking to them the group relaxed and they all looked at the sword user for guidance. "Umm, we are a group of adventurers who came here to slay the evil wizard and free the slaves. Forgive me but who are you and what are you doing here?" The sword user asked. "Ah, you don't have to worry about that quest. I'm afraid you're too late, I killed the demon in human form and freed the slaves a week ago. As such this tower and its surrounding areas are now mine and I'm going to have to ask you to either leave or remove your weapons before you enter. And as to who I am, I am a member of the Paladin order and my name is Arthe." After saying that Arthe headed over to the tower entrance and grabbed his sword from by the door, he never left it too far away from him if he could help it. When he turned around he saw that the group were quietly arguing amongst themselves, it appeared as though the sword guy and the mage wanted to force Arthe to leave and the priest and the archer were refusing. Eventually the mage and the sword user made a gesture Arthe recognized as leaving a party and headed over to Arthe with looks of menace on their faces. "Me and my friend here have decided that we don't want to leave, we think you should leave and we also think you should drop all of your equipment before you do or else." Arthe sighed inwardly, bloody users and their stupidity. "Or else what? You'll make me leave? if you think you can feel free." Thus proceeded the shortest battle of Arthe's entire life, he sidestepped the warrior with his Numenorian footwork and used targeted thrust to stab the mage in the heart. After that he whirled around and pummeled the warrior repeatedly with Holy Bolt and Holy smite before hitting him round the head with the flat of his blade, with the warrior knocked out Arthe quickly turned and used healing hand to heal the mage before he died and then took their weapons away from them. During this exchange the priest and the archer had looked on, worriedly at first and then incredulously. Arthe's display of skill had left them speechless and they promptly unequipped their weapons and stepped away from them, concerned that if they didn't comply with Arthe's earlier request then they would be next on his defeat list. Just as the warrior was waking up Arthe spotted Frith and the workers coming up the mountain path, he waved at them and then went to speak to the Priest and the Archer. "So what were you two nice people doing with a couple of grade a muppets like them," he nodded at the defeated duo, "let me guess they told you they had a quest with a guaranteed success and they would share the rewards with you for a small fee?" The two players nodded at Arthe a bit sheepishly and then the priest told him that they were quite new players who hadn't really done a lot of questing before and had been looking for a party to join, the warrior and his companion had seemed a lot stronger than them and had asked them for 20 gold each for their services. As they explained this Frith came over to Arthe and told him that the workers wished to speak to him, he told the naive players to wait there for a while and went with Frith. "So friends what seems to be the trouble?" "No trouble my lord, we were just wondering when you wanted us to start work and where we could put our belongings." Arthe asked Frith to stand guard over the players and took the workers to the cavern he had set up earlier. He told them that this was a room they could use freely whenever they needed a rest and that breakfast and dinner would be served in the tower with a lunch provided for them in the mine. He also said that he would finish putting the chimney in place shortly and that for the time being it would be great if the workers could gather up as much useable building material as possible from the mine and the surrounding mountainside. After the workers had stashed their things and gone out to gather stone and lumber Arthe went back to speak to the players. The warrior was awake now and making threats about ending Arthe's life and punishing his 'traitorous' party members, who shook a little when he said that. Arthe went over to him so that he could explain exactly what would happen from now on. "Listen closely because I'll say this once, my companion over there is a member of the Baldur royal family and I am a High ranking member of the Order of Freya. Between the two of us we could make your time playing this game extremely miserable, in a couple of days a Knight-captain of the Order of Freya is coming here. What's going to happen is I'm going to hand you over to him for judgement and he's going to have you watched by the church wherever you go, if in the future I hear that you've so much as stolen a single copper coin from a player or an NPC I'm going to have my companion order your immediate arrest. I'm also going to add those two over there to my friend list, should either of them have 'an unfortunate accident' of any kind I'm not going to have you arrested instead I'm going to hunt you down and kill you. I should mention that due to my class i am exempt from punishment by the church or the state so I would have no problem with earning the murderers mark. Now do we have an understanding?" The warrior and the mage both gulped loudly and nodded profusely, fear was making them very compliant. Arthe then went over to the other players and reassured them that they would be fine and that they were welcome to enter the tower and have something to eat. He and Frith tied the other two up in one of the storerooms before taking the priest and his friend into the kitchen.

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<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> "Ugh...." murmured Zero as he slowly open his eyelids, finding himself staring at the underside roof of a house. Bright sunlight seeped through the window blinds. <br><br>"Where am I?" questioned Zero as he scan the unfamiliar surroundings for clues.<br><br>From his lying down perspective, the room appeared fairly simple with a cupboard and dressing at one side and some art decoration scattering about. A picture of a couple hugging each other was sitting on top of the dressing table.<br><br>"I must be inside someone's bedroom." reaching a conclusion while putting strength into his limbs in order to sit up.<br><br>As if on cue, the pain assaulted him causing him to cry out in agony which fortunately only lasted for a split second. His eyes zoomed down towards the source and saw the areas of his body exposed by the blanket, was tightly bound by bandages. <br><br>"Ugh.., They must have really given their all for me to feel the pain even now." grimaced Zero. "To think that this amount of pain is not even 40% of the real thing."<br><br>Feeling dejected, Zero did what he felt should be first priority. "First of all, I need to know what is my current status."<br><br>“Stats window", mumbled Zero while anxiety envelop his mind. Lost in his emotion, he fail to register the sound of footsteps getting closer.<br><br> <div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Status Window</span></td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Name</td><td width="25%">Zero</td><td width="25%">Primary Class</td><td width="25%">N/A</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health</td><td width="25%">100</td><td width="25%">Mana</td><td width="25%">100</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Level</td><td colspan="3">1</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Strength</td><td width="25%">10</td><td width="25%">Agility</td><td width="25%">10</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Wisdom</td><td width="25%">10</td><td width="25%">Intelligence</td><td width="25%">10</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Luck</td><td colspan="3">0</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Stamina</td><td width="25%">10</td><td width="25%">Vitality</td><td width="25%">10</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Attack</td><td width="25%">0</td><td width="25%">Defence</td><td width="25%">0</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Magic Resistance</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Fire</td><td width="25%">0%</td><td width="25%">Water</td><td width="25%">0%</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Earth</td><td width="25%">0%</td><td width="25%">Dark</td><td width="25%">0%</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Just as he was checking out his stats, the door swing open and a well-endowed lady stepped into the room looking concerned.<br><br>"What happened?" <br><br>As she face towards him, a gasping sound left her lips. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"<br><br>"I'm fine," meeting her gaze awkwardly. "Never felt better."<br><br>Zero hurriedly sat up and bowed in the direction which he determined, to be his savior.<br><br>"Thanks for saving me back there..., If you just left me as it is," his body shuddering as he spoke. "i'm afraid to even imagine it." Zero recalled, clearly perturbed at the thought.<br><br>"There's no need to thank me, i just happened to chance upon you." the lady responded with a faint blush on her cheeks.<br><br>Straightening herself up, she followed up with a question. "What happened?"<br><br>Zero recounted the incident that led him to this sorry state and ended it by saying how grateful he is for her kindness.<br><br>After listening to Zero's story, her lips straighten out and her eyes narrowed. <br><br>"There is no such thing as free lunch in the world, if you catch my drift." said the lady.<br><br>"Yeah..", agreeing with her.<br><br>*Rumble*<br><br>At that moment, Zero's stomach decided that it was time to eat. Blood pooled in Zero's cheek causing him to reflexively turned away and focus on an art decoration as if it was some priceless artifact.<br><br>As she view the scene occurring before her eyes, her mood perk up and a faint giggling sound escape her lips.<br><br>"Before we get started on the lunch that i had prepared, my name's Morrigan. What is yours?"<br><br>"Zero," he replied. "Name's Zero"<br><br>Eating over the dining table, Zero found the food to his liking and complimented Morrigan on her cooking, this action unexpectedly cause familiarity between them to rise and he concurrently secure an oath to teach him cooking.<br><br>Watching Morrigan taking the plates, he tried to divert the responsibility of washing it to himself but was instantly met with an unyielding look in her eyes and an explanation that he didn't have to do this in order to repay her kindness.<br><br> With nothing better to do, he sat back the place he was at a while ago and ask Morrigan if there was something he could help in.<br><br>"Yes, you can help to cut the wood blocks in the shed which is at the back into firewood. My husband is only coming back later tonight and that is when you can ask him for a job." answered Morrigan as she meticulously wash the dishes.<br>After removing the bandages wrapped all over his body, Zero promptly make his way to the shed and peer around inside in order to pick up a axe for use.<br><br>While doing so, he spotted massive amount of logs piled up at the back, stacks of firewood lined out at one side and pieces of logs on the other. A stump with cuts around the edges was stationed at the center.<br><br>After locating the axe, with signs of it having seen better days at the back of some logs, Zero place one of the shorten logs above the stump and began slashing it, once, twice, thrice. After the third, the log severed into 2 which he placed the half on top and sever it into half once again. Next he did it again for the other half. Lastly,he place the wood which he has finish onto the top of the pile thereby increasing it.<br><br>As he repeated the process over and over, his hands were gradually getting accustomed to the weight of the axe and the sense of aiming at the dead centre of the target.<br><br>As sweat dripped from his body and clothes clung on to him, he continue cutting with a frenetic pace.<br><br>*ting*<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Strength increased by 1 point. (+1 STR)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>"Finally," remarked Zero to the message. Tired by all the repetitive work, he sat down on the floor and took a drink from the canteen. He checked and found his satisfaction factor has fallen to nearly 25%. <br><br>When he was about to make up his mind to continue on regardless of satisfaction level , an emphatic voice which matched Morrigan's rang out, informing him that her husband has returned and to meet up with him.<br><br>Zero swifly tidy up the place and dash to the front of the house. Dim lights of the house glowing like a beacons in the dark reveal where they were. There, he caught sight of the pair embracing tightly and looking one another lovingly.<br><br>"Ahem," making the sound of clearing his throat. "Sorry to interrupt but i'm Zero," introducing himself while giving off a vibe of awkwardness.<br><br>The pair, shocked by the voice, hastily separated themselves. As Morrigan hurriedly disappear into the house looking embarrass, the man walked towards Zero.<br><br>With a height spanning almost 2 metres and exhibiting well-built muscles all over his body, he stopped in front of Zero.<br><br>"Gustav here," he announced, raising his hand.<br><br>"Nice to meet you," shaking Gustav's hand with his own.<br><br>"Heard you wanted a job..., it's gonna be tough," warned Gustav. "It involves a lot of physical labor so you think you have what it takes?."<br><br>"Yes!" answered Zero intensely.<br><br>"Good!, that's what a man all about!," responded Gustav heartily. "Here."<br><br>*ting*<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Cutting Logs for Firewood</span><br><br>Gustav has been looking for personnel to give work to as he can no longer cope with the orders. Due to seeing you having no place to stay, he will also provide lodging and meals. However payment for job rendered will be lesser than usual starting at 5 coppers a day.<br><br>Difficulty level: E<br><br>Quest requirements<br>Recommended by someone close to him.<br>Acknowledged as trustworthy by the woodcutter.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>"I accept!" resolving himself to it.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">You accepted the quest.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>"Ok!, then how about we go and have our dinner now" said Gustav in a cheery mood. <br><br>As Gustav neared the door, he rotate his head to face Zero. "Oh before i forget, somewhere inside the shed lies my old axe for you to use."<br><br>"Found and used it," exclaimed Zero.<br><br>"What!, You have already started," responded Gustav with astonishment written all over his face. "I see potential in you."<br><br>"Thank you for the compliment," Zero replied as he stepped into the house.<br><br>As they arrive into the dining room, Zero abruptly flinched at the booming sound materializing beside his right ear, asking him to stop playing and get his sorry behind down there right this instance.<br><br>Quickly apologizing to both of them for not being able to attend the wonderful dinner, Zero logged out and headed to where both his parents are.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=115&amp;t=839" target="_blank"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">NEXT CHAPTER&gt;&gt;&gt;</span></span></a></div> </div>

"Ugh...." murmured Zero as he slowly open his eyelids, finding himself staring at the underside roof of a house. Bright sunlight seeped through the window blinds. "Where am I?" questioned Zero as he scan the unfamiliar surroundings for clues. From his lying down perspective, the room appeared fairly simple with a cupboard and dressing at one side and some art decoration scattering about. A picture of a couple hugging each other was sitting on top of the dressing table. "I must be inside someone's bedroom." reaching a conclusion while putting strength into his limbs in order to sit up. As if on cue, the pain assaulted him causing him to cry out in agony which fortunately only lasted for a split second. His eyes zoomed down towards the source and saw the areas of his body exposed by the blanket, was tightly bound by bandages. "Ugh.., They must have really given their all for me to feel the pain even now." grimaced Zero. "To think that this amount of pain is not even 40% of the real thing." Feeling dejected, Zero did what he felt should be first priority. "First of all, I need to know what is my current status." “Stats window", mumbled Zero while anxiety envelop his mind. Lost in his emotion, he fail to register the sound of footsteps getting closer. | Status Window | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Name | Zero | Primary Class | N/A | | Health | 100 | Mana | 100 | | Level | 1 | | | | Strength | 10 | Agility | 10 | | Wisdom | 10 | Intelligence | 10 | | Luck | 0 | | | | Stamina | 10 | Vitality | 10 | | Attack | 0 | Defence | 0 | | Magic Resistance | | | | | Fire | 0% | Water | 0% | | Earth | 0% | Dark | 0% | Just as he was checking out his stats, the door swing open and a well-endowed lady stepped into the room looking concerned. "What happened?" As she face towards him, a gasping sound left her lips. "Are you hurt anywhere else?" "I'm fine," meeting her gaze awkwardly. "Never felt better." Zero hurriedly sat up and bowed in the direction which he determined, to be his savior. "Thanks for saving me back there..., If you just left me as it is," his body shuddering as he spoke. "i'm afraid to even imagine it." Zero recalled, clearly perturbed at the thought. "There's no need to thank me, i just happened to chance upon you." the lady responded with a faint blush on her cheeks. Straightening herself up, she followed up with a question. "What happened?" Zero recounted the incident that led him to this sorry state and ended it by saying how grateful he is for her kindness. After listening to Zero's story, her lips straighten out and her eyes narrowed. "There is no such thing as free lunch in the world, if you catch my drift." said the lady. "Yeah..", agreeing with her. *Rumble* At that moment, Zero's stomach decided that it was time to eat. Blood pooled in Zero's cheek causing him to reflexively turned away and focus on an art decoration as if it was some priceless artifact. As she view the scene occurring before her eyes, her mood perk up and a faint giggling sound escape her lips. "Before we get started on the lunch that i had prepared, my name's Morrigan. What is yours?" "Zero," he replied. "Name's Zero" Eating over the dining table, Zero found the food to his liking and complimented Morrigan on her cooking, this action unexpectedly cause familiarity between them to rise and he concurrently secure an oath to teach him cooking. Watching Morrigan taking the plates, he tried to divert the responsibility of washing it to himself but was instantly met with an unyielding look in her eyes and an explanation that he didn't have to do this in order to repay her kindness. With nothing better to do, he sat back the place he was at a while ago and ask Morrigan if there was something he could help in. "Yes, you can help to cut the wood blocks in the shed which is at the back into firewood. My husband is only coming back later tonight and that is when you can ask him for a job." answered Morrigan as she meticulously wash the dishes. After removing the bandages wrapped all over his body, Zero promptly make his way to the shed and peer around inside in order to pick up a axe for use. While doing so, he spotted massive amount of logs piled up at the back, stacks of firewood lined out at one side and pieces of logs on the other. A stump with cuts around the edges was stationed at the center. After locating the axe, with signs of it having seen better days at the back of some logs, Zero place one of the shorten logs above the stump and began slashing it, once, twice, thrice. After the third, the log severed into 2 which he placed the half on top and sever it into half once again. Next he did it again for the other half. Lastly,he place the wood which he has finish onto the top of the pile thereby increasing it. As he repeated the process over and over, his hands were gradually getting accustomed to the weight of the axe and the sense of aiming at the dead centre of the target. As sweat dripped from his body and clothes clung on to him, he continue cutting with a frenetic pace. *ting* | Strength increased by 1 point. (+1 STR) | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | "Finally," remarked Zero to the message. Tired by all the repetitive work, he sat down on the floor and took a drink from the canteen. He checked and found his satisfaction factor has fallen to nearly 25%. When he was about to make up his mind to continue on regardless of satisfaction level , an emphatic voice which matched Morrigan's rang out, informing him that her husband has returned and to meet up with him. Zero swifly tidy up the place and dash to the front of the house. Dim lights of the house glowing like a beacons in the dark reveal where they were. There, he caught sight of the pair embracing tightly and looking one another lovingly. "Ahem," making the sound of clearing his throat. "Sorry to interrupt but i'm Zero," introducing himself while giving off a vibe of awkwardness. The pair, shocked by the voice, hastily separated themselves. As Morrigan hurriedly disappear into the house looking embarrass, the man walked towards Zero. With a height spanning almost 2 metres and exhibiting well-built muscles all over his body, he stopped in front of Zero. "Gustav here," he announced, raising his hand. "Nice to meet you," shaking Gustav's hand with his own. "Heard you wanted a job..., it's gonna be tough," warned Gustav. "It involves a lot of physical labor so you think you have what it takes?." "Yes!" answered Zero intensely. "Good!, that's what a man all about!," responded Gustav heartily. "Here." *ting* | Cutting Logs for FirewoodGustav has been looking for personnel to give work to as he can no longer cope with the orders. Due to seeing you having no place to stay, he will also provide lodging and meals. However payment for job rendered will be lesser than usual starting at 5 coppers a day.Difficulty level: EQuest requirementsRecommended by someone close to him.Acknowledged as trustworthy by the woodcutter. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | "I accept!" resolving himself to it. | You accepted the quest. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | "Ok!, then how about we go and have our dinner now" said Gustav in a cheery mood. As Gustav neared the door, he rotate his head to face Zero. "Oh before i forget, somewhere inside the shed lies my old axe for you to use." "Found and used it," exclaimed Zero. "What!, You have already started," responded Gustav with astonishment written all over his face. "I see potential in you." "Thank you for the compliment," Zero replied as he stepped into the house. As they arrive into the dining room, Zero abruptly flinched at the booming sound materializing beside his right ear, asking him to stop playing and get his sorry behind down there right this instance. Quickly apologizing to both of them for not being able to attend the wonderful dinner, Zero logged out and headed to where both his parents are. [NEXT CHAPTER>>>](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=115&t=839)

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> The day after our encounter with the mysterious horseman we logged back in.<br>We all agreed to continue walking along the tunnel. The reason was rather simple… the horseman was on the way back.<br>Hours passed and no mob appeared, we continued our journey in silence.<br> Soon we reached the other end of the tunnel. It had led to a huge lake and an island in the middle of it.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Discovered The forgotten kingdom of Lothlórien.<br>fame +200<br>Xp from quests doubled for two weeks.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>On the island a castle-like structure could be seen. The castle from afar looked old and severely damaged yet it had a mysterious and serene look as if it came out of a fairytale look.<br>Three wooden bridges lead to the island from different directions; we walked towards the closest one.<br>As we neared the half of the bridge we saw that it was broken, the other bridges looked unusable as well. I was about to use wings of light when I saw Merl running around and touching some wooden planks and boulders.<br>He started to move his hands like he did when he fought.<br>The pieces he had touched started to move and formed a path for us.<br>Merl turned towards me and Pandora.<br><br>“We got an hour until I run out of mana so let’s get going.” He said as he hurried to jump from one boulder to another. We followed him.<br><br>“Why did you not use this when you were falling down the hole?” Pandora asked him about the question that had been in my head ever since I saw him move the boulders.<br><br>“Moving things requires me to touch the object beforehand and I need a lot of concentration… and I couldn’t concentrate while falling.”<br><br>“Oh… anyway what’s your class?” Pandora asked him, another question that had been bothering me.<br><br>“I’m a puppeteer.”<br><br>“Why don’t you have a puppet?”<br><br>“I don’t need it right now.”<br><br>.<br>.<br><br>We reached the island, the stench of death was everywhere, and lifeless people covered the ground.<br> No guards protected the gate so we entered carefully avoiding the bodies surrounding us.<br>Inside the castle wounded people lay down and those with no physical wounds had fear in their eyes and their bodies shook.<br>One of the men approached, he was similar to an elf, the only difference was his ears, and they pointed downwards and had a feathery structure. <br>“I am Rorimmarth, who are you and what brings you here outsiders?” he asked us.<br><br>Tooltips appeared before me.<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Gain favor of the dream elves:<br>-The dream Elves greet each other by slightly bowing their heads.<br>-They dislike it when people stare at their ears.<br>.<br>.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>I bowed my head a little.<br><br>“I am called Alcaeus. My friends and I seek a place to stay.” <br><br>“Are you the ones who slew the undying worm?”<br><br>“Yes, it is us who killed the death worm.”<br><br>“Then come, you must rest.”<br><br>He led us to an inn close by.<br><br>***<br><br>“I am afraid you have visited us in a most unfortunate time.” The elf said “For we have been under the attack of a terrible monster.”<br><br>“You speak of a horseman, do you not?”<br><br>Rorimmarth was surprised.<br>“I do, the light stone protecting our kingdom has lost its power and we were vulnerable to attack. Our people have suffered great losses from Death’s attack.”<br><br>“But you caused the horseman to retreat, you came out victorious.”<br><br>“No we did not, the moment the undying worm died the horseman left… unharmed.<br>You may stay the night but we cannot help you in any other way as we are still recovering from the attack, and with the light stone gone, more assaults are to follow. We are running low on provisions and can hardly feed our own.”<br><br>“Maybe we can help…” I told Rorimmarth after I found a pot in the room.<br><br>“<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Fire burned the place to ground,<br>Not a single tree was found.<br><br>Once a beautiful lively land,<br>Now a valley filled with sand.<br><br>Time passed, years gone by,<br>I could not believe my eye.<br><br>For in the barren empty ground,<br>A growing sapling is what I found.</span></span> “ <br><br>A tree spurted from the pot and soon bore fruit.<br>Rorimmarth was surprised.<br><br>“I’d be most grateful if you did.” He thanked me.<br><br>He told us that we should help the people outside.<br>Merl and Pandora left to look for quests, I was about to follow them when Rorimmarth stopped me.<br><br>“I have a request I wish to ask of you.” He told me.<br><br>The way he talked started to get a little tiring.<br><br>“What is it you ask of me?” <br><br>“After the light crystal lost its brightness our crops and trees withered. I ask of you to help us grow them using your skills, at least until we find a permanent solution to this problem.”<br><br>*trring*<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Quest: Lothlórien food supply<br>Produce enough food to last for two months.<br>Difficulty: E<br>Rewards: Affinity with the dream elves.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>He handed me some seeds. <br> An old woman came in and guided me towards the fields, now barren. I spend two days growing crops and trees and only stopped to eat and refill my stamina.<br>At first it was fun but soon it became boring and tiring as each use of the skill required me to speak the words out loud.<br>After two tiring days, the old woman who had brought me here told me that the food produced was enough and that I could return to Rorimmarth.<br><br>While I was walking back, I saw Pandora bandaging and healing the sick and wounded; a little further Merl was clearing the castle using his “makethingsfloat” skill.<br>I left them be and returned to the inn.<br><br>“Greetings Alcaeus, I heard you have done a most wonderful job in the fields.”<br><br>“I am just happy to have found a way to help you.” <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">~I was not happy, I was bored, tired and ready to kick someone where it hurts the most~</span></span><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Quest complete: Lothlórien food supply<br>Rewards: affinity with the dream elves.<br>-rusty iron sword<br>-level up<br>-level up</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“I am thankful for your reward, it too much for doing so little.” ~Two days!! My throat hurts!!~<br><br>Very disappointed I began to leave.<br><br>“Wait Alcaeus, I told the village elder of what you can do and he wishes to see you.” He told me.<br><br>“It would be my honor to meet him.” <br>I did not get my hopes up. <br><br>******************<br><br>Rorimmarth led me to the village elder. After we finished the formalities, we got on to the real subject.<br><br>“I have heard of you… word-weavers; they say many things about you.” The village elder spoke slowly.<br>“They say you can grow trees on barren land, make it rain on the hottest day, and do miracles with words alone.”<br><br>“And how do you know of this wise elder?”<br><br>“This is a game, I just know!” I looked at him surprised, what did he say?<br><br>“Wait how did…?”<br><br>The old man burst into laughter that turned into a cough.<br><br>“It was naught but a joke… youngsters these days; I know of your class because one of my forefathers was one.”<br><br>“I see, and why did you ask to see me?”<br><br>“I request your help word-weaver.” <br><br>The elder reached for a chest. From it he took out a piece of paper. He handed it to me.<br><br>“This is a family treasure, young one; it is my great grandfather’s legacy… his last words are inscribed in this piece of paper.”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Item received:<br>The lost light</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“I am sure it is of much more worth to you than it is to me. I cannot accept it.”<br><br>“But it is something you must have in order to return light to the stone in the ceiling of this kingdom.”<br><br>*trring*<br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>The lost light<br><br>The light stone protecting Lothlórien had lost its power. Bring back its light by reciting the poem while touching the stone.<br>Difficulty: class quest<br>Rewards: unknown, affinity with the Dream elves.<br>Restrictions: Cannot deny.<br>Cannot use other skills.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>After I got the elder’s request I left. The light stone they spoke about was located in the ceiling of the underground castle. The elder had told me that in order to get to the ceiling I had to climb the endless stairs in the central square of the kingdom. With Rorimmarth as my guide I reached the stairs.<br>I started to go up.<br>…<br>In two hours I was halfway there.<br>…<br>In my tired state it took me another four hours to reach the top.<br>I decided to have a break. I sat down and took out the piece of paper given to me before.<br>I unfolded it, another fold magically appeared, I unfolded it again and again after that, soon the small piece of paper had turned into a long sheet filled with size 6 words that I could hardly read. <br>These quests just had a way to become harder.<br><br>I reached for the stone located over me and started to read the text.<br>It did not work. I tried again and nothing happened.<br>I tried one last time.<br><br>“<span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">This castle deep down below<br>Needs your brightness and your glow<br>.<br>.<br>.<br>.<br>Protect the kingdom from evil’s hate<br>Don’t lose your light, don’t you dare fade.</span></span>”<br><br>From the depths of the crystal a flickering light appeared, it slowly grew brighter and brighter, It became blinding yet I could not move my eyes from it.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Skill learnt: Scribe stance</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Scribe stance beginner level 1<br>Using mana you can inscribe your skills into paper.<br>The inscribed paper can be used by anybody.<br>Number of uses is limited. <br>Current limit 2.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>*******************************<br>Did this in a hurry because i'm preparing for school.<br>If you find any mistakes just tell me<br> {[999aal}] </div>

The day after our encounter with the mysterious horseman we logged back in. We all agreed to continue walking along the tunnel. The reason was rather simple… the horseman was on the way back. Hours passed and no mob appeared, we continued our journey in silence. Soon we reached the other end of the tunnel. It had led to a huge lake and an island in the middle of it. | Discovered The forgotten kingdom of Lothlórien.fame +200Xp from quests doubled for two weeks. | | --- | On the island a castle-like structure could be seen. The castle from afar looked old and severely damaged yet it had a mysterious and serene look as if it came out of a fairytale look. Three wooden bridges lead to the island from different directions; we walked towards the closest one. As we neared the half of the bridge we saw that it was broken, the other bridges looked unusable as well. I was about to use wings of light when I saw Merl running around and touching some wooden planks and boulders. He started to move his hands like he did when he fought. The pieces he had touched started to move and formed a path for us. Merl turned towards me and Pandora. “We got an hour until I run out of mana so let’s get going.” He said as he hurried to jump from one boulder to another. We followed him. “Why did you not use this when you were falling down the hole?” Pandora asked him about the question that had been in my head ever since I saw him move the boulders. “Moving things requires me to touch the object beforehand and I need a lot of concentration… and I couldn’t concentrate while falling.” “Oh… anyway what’s your class?” Pandora asked him, another question that had been bothering me. “I’m a puppeteer.” “Why don’t you have a puppet?” “I don’t need it right now.” . . We reached the island, the stench of death was everywhere, and lifeless people covered the ground. No guards protected the gate so we entered carefully avoiding the bodies surrounding us. Inside the castle wounded people lay down and those with no physical wounds had fear in their eyes and their bodies shook. One of the men approached, he was similar to an elf, the only difference was his ears, and they pointed downwards and had a feathery structure. “I am Rorimmarth, who are you and what brings you here outsiders?” he asked us. Tooltips appeared before me. | Gain favor of the dream elves:-The dream Elves greet each other by slightly bowing their heads.-They dislike it when people stare at their ears... | | --- | I bowed my head a little. “I am called Alcaeus. My friends and I seek a place to stay.” “Are you the ones who slew the undying worm?” “Yes, it is us who killed the death worm.” “Then come, you must rest.” He led us to an inn close by. *** “I am afraid you have visited us in a most unfortunate time.” The elf said “For we have been under the attack of a terrible monster.” “You speak of a horseman, do you not?” Rorimmarth was surprised. “I do, the light stone protecting our kingdom has lost its power and we were vulnerable to attack. Our people have suffered great losses from Death’s attack.” “But you caused the horseman to retreat, you came out victorious.” “No we did not, the moment the undying worm died the horseman left… unharmed. You may stay the night but we cannot help you in any other way as we are still recovering from the attack, and with the light stone gone, more assaults are to follow. We are running low on provisions and can hardly feed our own.” “Maybe we can help…” I told Rorimmarth after I found a pot in the room. “Fire burned the place to ground, Not a single tree was found. Once a beautiful lively land, Now a valley filled with sand. Time passed, years gone by, I could not believe my eye. For in the barren empty ground, A growing sapling is what I found. “ A tree spurted from the pot and soon bore fruit. Rorimmarth was surprised. “I’d be most grateful if you did.” He thanked me. He told us that we should help the people outside. Merl and Pandora left to look for quests, I was about to follow them when Rorimmarth stopped me. “I have a request I wish to ask of you.” He told me. The way he talked started to get a little tiring. “What is it you ask of me?” “After the light crystal lost its brightness our crops and trees withered. I ask of you to help us grow them using your skills, at least until we find a permanent solution to this problem.” *trring* | Quest: Lothlórien food supplyProduce enough food to last for two months.Difficulty: ERewards: Affinity with the dream elves. | | --- | He handed me some seeds. An old woman came in and guided me towards the fields, now barren. I spend two days growing crops and trees and only stopped to eat and refill my stamina. At first it was fun but soon it became boring and tiring as each use of the skill required me to speak the words out loud. After two tiring days, the old woman who had brought me here told me that the food produced was enough and that I could return to Rorimmarth. While I was walking back, I saw Pandora bandaging and healing the sick and wounded; a little further Merl was clearing the castle using his “makethingsfloat” skill. I left them be and returned to the inn. “Greetings Alcaeus, I heard you have done a most wonderful job in the fields.” “I am just happy to have found a way to help you.” ~I was not happy, I was bored, tired and ready to kick someone where it hurts the most~ | Quest complete: Lothlórien food supplyRewards: affinity with the dream elves.-rusty iron sword-level up-level up | | --- | “I am thankful for your reward, it too much for doing so little.” ~Two days!! My throat hurts!!~ Very disappointed I began to leave. “Wait Alcaeus, I told the village elder of what you can do and he wishes to see you.” He told me. “It would be my honor to meet him.” I did not get my hopes up. ****************** Rorimmarth led me to the village elder. After we finished the formalities, we got on to the real subject. “I have heard of you… word-weavers; they say many things about you.” The village elder spoke slowly. “They say you can grow trees on barren land, make it rain on the hottest day, and do miracles with words alone.” “And how do you know of this wise elder?” “This is a game, I just know!” I looked at him surprised, what did he say? “Wait how did…?” The old man burst into laughter that turned into a cough. “It was naught but a joke… youngsters these days; I know of your class because one of my forefathers was one.” “I see, and why did you ask to see me?” “I request your help word-weaver.” The elder reached for a chest. From it he took out a piece of paper. He handed it to me. “This is a family treasure, young one; it is my great grandfather’s legacy… his last words are inscribed in this piece of paper.” | Item received:The lost light | | --- | “I am sure it is of much more worth to you than it is to me. I cannot accept it.” “But it is something you must have in order to return light to the stone in the ceiling of this kingdom.” *trring* | The lost lightThe light stone protecting Lothlórien had lost its power. Bring back its light by reciting the poem while touching the stone.Difficulty: class questRewards: unknown, affinity with the Dream elves.Restrictions: Cannot deny.Cannot use other skills. | | --- | After I got the elder’s request I left. The light stone they spoke about was located in the ceiling of the underground castle. The elder had told me that in order to get to the ceiling I had to climb the endless stairs in the central square of the kingdom. With Rorimmarth as my guide I reached the stairs. I started to go up. … In two hours I was halfway there. … In my tired state it took me another four hours to reach the top. I decided to have a break. I sat down and took out the piece of paper given to me before. I unfolded it, another fold magically appeared, I unfolded it again and again after that, soon the small piece of paper had turned into a long sheet filled with size 6 words that I could hardly read. These quests just had a way to become harder. I reached for the stone located over me and started to read the text. It did not work. I tried again and nothing happened. I tried one last time. “This castle deep down below Needs your brightness and your glow . . . . Protect the kingdom from evil’s hate Don’t lose your light, don’t you dare fade.” From the depths of the crystal a flickering light appeared, it slowly grew brighter and brighter, It became blinding yet I could not move my eyes from it. | Skill learnt: Scribe stance | | --- | | Scribe stance beginner level 1Using mana you can inscribe your skills into paper.The inscribed paper can be used by anybody.Number of uses is limited. Current limit 2. | | --- | ******************************* Did this in a hurry because i'm preparing for school. If you find any mistakes just tell me {[999aal}]

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> I figured since everyone else has made one then I would make one too! Yay for being different...<br><br>Here is a place where you can make general comments, ask questions, shout at me, give encouragement or make suggestions.<br><br>It will also give me a place to post announcements should I be unable to make a deadline or have special news.<br>This will become more necessary as I start locking threads to keep my slight OCD in check.<br><br>-Emeki </div>

I figured since everyone else has made one then I would make one too! Yay for being different... Here is a place where you can make general comments, ask questions, shout at me, give encouragement or make suggestions. It will also give me a place to post announcements should I be unable to make a deadline or have special news. This will become more necessary as I start locking threads to keep my slight OCD in check. -Emeki

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: #00BF00;">Battle Maiden</span></span><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">Book 2: Two Path<br>Chapter 4 : A Band of Fools</span></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*****</span></div><br><br>*Yawn*<br><br><br>Sarah cupped her hand and covered her mouth, she barely had any rest last night. The fighting was getting much more intense.She was so fixated on getting revenge against Vanessa, that she forget to keep track of time.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘I finally managed to get away.. and now I still need to deal with classes.’</span><br><br>She sat at the back today, unlike the usual front seat. This raised a lot of questions, no doubt about that. It was plain as day on the other students’ face. Even the lecturers were surprised, but none even dared or bothered to ask.<br><br>“She yawned,” a voice whispered.<br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br>‘I can’t even yawn? What sort of image of me do you have in your mind?’</span><br><br>“Are you alright Sarah?” The lecturer took notice of her yawning. From fifteen meters away, even when Sarah tried to hide it. She must be some sort of endangered species.<br><br>“I’m alright sir, just a bit tired,” Sarah politely answered.<br><br>“The lecture must be boring to the genius,” another voice whispered. In the quiet hall, it’s not that hard to overhear all the gossips. Most was about her after all.<br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br>‘Maybe I should just skip the class.’</span><br><br>Which she did, and that day another rumor spread, that the genius girl had turned rebellious.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*****</span></div><br><br><br>Sarah walked out of the campus, hoping to catch the 10 AM bus home. Though the infrastructure of public transportation had improved significantly, Sarah still avoided using them during peak hours. Since it’s way past morning rush hours, she decide to take the bus.<br><br>There was still 5 minutes till 10, Sarah arrived at the bus stop with time to spare. She was not alone, another person was there sitting lazily.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘He looks familiar.. Could it be?’<br><br>‘He definitely looks like him. It must be him.’</span><br><br>The boy caught her attention, he looked uncannily similar to a boy she met in Royal Road. The only difference was his hair colour. The boy sitting on the same bench as her had brown hair, while the one she met in RR had blue.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘Well, it’s normal for people to change their hair colour in game. Even I did.’</span><br><br>The boy, oblivious to the fact he was being studied by a girl, casually turned his head towards Sarah. For a moment, their eyes met, but only for a moment, as Sarah quickly averted her gaze. If only she stayed her eyes a moment longer, she would see that he, too, was quite surprised at his company.<br><br><br>*cue awkward silence.*<br><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘Running away or hiding will not solve anything,’</span> Vanessa’s voice resounded in Sarah’s head.<br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br>‘You haunt me even in my thoughts..’</span><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘She is right though.’ </span>Sarah nodded to herself. <span style="font-style: italic;">‘I always said I need to change, if it’s him then it won’t be that awkward. We already talked in-game before.’</span><br><br>Fists clenched, she reassured herself,‘NPCs, humans, what’s the difference.’<br><br>“The bus is here,” the boy said.<br><br>All the courage she built up was shattered that very moment. <span style="font-style: italic;">‘How do you start a conversation from that?’</span> She resigned any thought of conversing and gathered her stuff.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘Maybe it’s better this way. Who knows if he even remembers me,’</span> she stood up from the bench.<br><span style="font-style: italic;"><br>‘You keep yourself out of reach. Afraid to get hurt?’</span> Vanessa’s voice rang again. Perhaps fear therapy was effective after all.<br><br>Sarah took a deep breath slowly, before exhaling it as fast as she could. ‘I keep on making excuses.’ She turned around just before she boarded the bus, with a shaky voice, she called out to the boy.<br><br>“My name is Sarah. What’s yours?”<br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*****</span></div><br> <br> <br>Her vision filled with white, a space of emptiness. A voice confirmed her ID through her Iris and Vein pattern, logging her into a virtual reality space. The emptiness was replaced, her surroundings rapidly turned into a room, the room where she had logged off. Sera was once again in Royal Road.<br><br>“I did get his name, that is a progress right?”<br><br>Since she skipped class today, she was able to log in before the expedition group departed, with time to spare. She sneaked out to find a store to stock up on supplies. She knew the trip would be a long one, judging by the size of the supply caravans.<br><br>She did have some supplies from the quest rewards given by Mrs. Graham, but having a few extra bandages wouldn’t hurt. She procured some spices and herbs; she knew food would be supplied by the expedition, but army food had a reputation for being tasteless.<br><br>“You’re late!” Vanessa shouted, she seemed restless, watching her aide walking idly. “We are supposed to be the vanguard, we take the point forward. What sort of vanguards lag behind the main group?”<br><br>“Coming,” Sera quickened her steps, knowing that arguing with Vanessa was futile. There was also the possibility that Vanessa was pissed that she ran off from the “duel” last time.<br><br>“Can you ride a horse?” Vanessa asked, holding a horse by its reins.<br><br>“No. But I’m a quick learner,” Sera was beaming. Having a horse meant that she didn’t need to walk all the way.<br><br>“Quick learner, that is good,” Vanessa nodded. She climbed onto the horse and signaled the vanguard group to march. “I’ll personally teach you once the expedition is over. For now, you’ll march together with the rest of my men.”<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘Then what’s the point of you even asking me that?’</span><br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*****</span></div><br><br><br>The vanguard group, led by the Royal Knight Vanessa, embarked from the southern gate of the great fort city. A hundred men strong, consisting of veterans and seasoned fighters, they would lead the way of the expedition.<br><br>The main group, almost twice the size, followed after. The group led by Reghas would be the center of command for the expedition. The supply caravans, pulled by mules and horses, were at the center of the formation, kept safe on all sides. The church’s group made up the majority of the main group, from the battle-hardened paladins, to the faithful clerics.<br><br>The rear guards, a bit smaller in size compared to the vanguard guards,protect the rear of the group from any dangers. Even if they were barely above 50 men strong, they were highly trained and proud soldiers of the kingdom.<br><br>The combined group of the Kingdom of Haven’s Royal Army and the Order of Freya marched in formation. From an onlooker standpoint, it would seem as if they were going to war. Perhaps that was the case. They were venturing into the unknown territory, vigilance was of utmost importance.<br> <br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*****</span></div><br><br><br>The scouting group consisted of a few brave men, the best in horsemanship the Kingdom could offer. Agile, and able to spot dangers from a great distance, it’s no wonder that the group consisted of rangers and rogues.<br><br>Among their ranks, a man stood out like a sore thumb. Most of the scouts preferred to travel light, but this guy carried a huge amount of scrolls with him, weighing down his horse. He was the cartographer, the person responsible for drawing maps, and marking hazards along the way. The map would be sent to the main group, approximately 2-3 days behind them.<br><br>“I’m sorry for slowing the group down,” said the man. His horse moved half the speed of the others at best, “Riding on a horse is not my thing.”<br><br>“Don’t worry about it. None of us have the skill to draw a map, a legible map, that is,” said a rogue. The others nodded in agreement. The drawing skill required for drawing an accurate map was not something one could achieve in a short amount of time. This made maps an expensive object of value for adventurers.<br><br>“All these supplies, I needed them to work, but it ended up slowing the group down. My skill with horses is nowhere near you guys.”<br><br>“Well, there’s an easy fix for that Johann,” the rogue was the only player character in the group. A handful of players were hired for the expedition, but only one was qualified to join the scouting group. <br><br>“We just do this, and problem solved,” he took the heavy scrolls from the cartographer’s horse and distributed it evenly with all other members of the group.<br><br>“But those supplies, the scrolls, they are my job,” Johann, the cartographer, cried out. Now he felt like a deadweight for the group.<br><br>“No it’s not. It’s our job, as a group,” the rogue gestured to the whole group of men on horseback. “Your load is our load, we watch for each other’s back. We are a team.”<br><br>The whole squad agreed with the rogue, some with admiration. At that moment, a system notification indicating his relationship points with the squad had increased, popped up. Only he could see it, being the only player character in the group.<br><br> “I guess I should trust in you guys more. I’m the weakest here after all,” Johann let out a small laugh as the scouting group, 15 men strong, proceed on their way.<br><br><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘Day 3,<br><br><div style="text-align: center;">It has been three days since we left Greyhold, we have now reached the limit of where the conventional map can guide us. Now, we’re on our own. The main group however, will proceed with the help of our intel, the scouting group. And that, will be my main job as the cartographer.<br><br>Traveling in a small group in uncharted lands built strong bonds between the men. I, myself, had particularly been in good terms with a rogue, a foreigner. Being the weakest in the group will make you feel that you’re dragging the group down, it’s an unavoidable feeling. But he always reassured me and supported me.<br><br>As a mapmaker, I feel both thrilled and nervous of the road ahead. It is the unknown, a place where I can make my mark, together with my comrades, my new family.</div><br><br>Scouting Group Members;<br>Ser Johann Borsworth, Cartographer<br>Walaver Arroway, ranger<br>Ricros Silverkin, swordsman<br>Fhalyassa Silverkin, swordswoman<br>Mita Dryadson, messenger<br>Arastine, paladin<br>Wolfswift, rogue<br>Gavin Milner, rogue<br>Searos Hawklight, rogue<br>Larryl the Overlander, assassin<br>Elebrian Farjourney, ranger<br>Eterian Overhill, cleric<br>Durewn Ravenwood, ranger<br>Eldor Brookford, paladin<br>Lightning, rogue<br> <br>Freya guide us.’</span><br> <br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*****</span></div><br><br><br>*grumble*<br><br><br>Sera grumbled as she marched with the rest of the troops. She never had walked for a long period of time before, in VR or real life. To make matters worse, she was the only woman in the whole vanguard! She was the center of attention at all times, and past experience made her loath the feeling.<br><br>The only reason she was not swarmed by men was because their captain, Vanessa was there. But it did not stop their eyes from stealing a look anyway, which was an understatement. Sera generated the beauty stat just by being catching all the men’s attention.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘So, tired..’</span> Sera thought, not saying it, fearing Vanessa’s wrath.<br><br>Sera agreed on joining the expedition, an opportunity most players would be willing to die for. Free food, a good source of experience, great rewards, but most of all, gaining fame, and reputation with the church and the kingdom. Traveling in huge groups meant safety. All they had to do was survive until the expedition ended. Sera was hoping for a nice outdoor trip. <br>Vanessa, at the forefront of the group, glanced upwards at the sky, judging time from the sun’s position. As the sun was almost at its peak, she gave a signal to halt the marching troops. She delegated a few men on horseback to scout the perimeter, before approaching Sera, who was now laying on the ground inelegantly.<br><br>“Tired already? It’s only noon.”<br><br>“I’m just catching a breather, I’ll be fine,” Sera responded.<br><br>Stats wise, the long march shouldn’t pose much trouble to Sera. It was more of a mental fatigue, suddenly doing something you have never done before in an uncomfortable situation. In this case, its a long and boring walk, plus being the center of attention.<br><br>“You better be, lunch is not going to make itself you know.”<br><br>“Lunch? Did you mean me...”<br><br>“All members with cooking skills are automatically the cooks of the group,” Vanessa explained. <br><br>“In the vanguard’s case, it seems like you’re the only one here with the cooking skill. I’ll send some men to help you, of course.”<br><br>“But.. I.. “ Sera couldn’t even form a proper retort to that. It was logical to think that the one with the cooking skill would cook. But she only had cooking beginner 1, and as a trainee, she only made rice in the restaurant she worked in. <br><br>Now she had to cook a full meal for a hundred people, within a limited amount of time.<br><br>Sera know that there was nothing she could do to change Vanessa’s mind. Instead, she relied on her memory, of books she had read about field cooking, nutrition, and its effect in Royal Road. In the game, the effect of food was almost immediate. She had studied it before, and through that, she learned the cooking skill much faster than the other workers in Salty Rose.<br><br>Checking the supplies of the available food, Sera was a bit disappointed, but at the same time, relieved. There was only rice and the meat of an unknown animal, not much choice, but at least she could blame the people in charge of getting the supplies.<br><br>To be clear, the vanguard groups only carried enough food for lunch, and resupplied when they made camp at night, from the main group’s caravans. Carrying too much was not efficient for a group in charge of protection.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘I can make porridge, with meat and herbs in it. That should be easy, and be cooked much faster, as compared to making rice.’</span><br><br>Sera was deep in thought, thinking of the best herbs and spices to use for the situation. While not short of meat or rice, there was basically no herbs and spices. Luckily, she had bought some earlier that day. While struggling with the sack of meat, which she hoped to be beef, a soldier called out to her. <br><br>“Miss, I was sent here to help you out on Captain Vanessa’s order.” <br><br>“Perfect, start the fire and prepare the utensils.” It was too much work for a single person, any assistance would be very helpful.<br><br>“Just asking, what’s for lunch?” The footman needed to know, if he was to prepare the utensils.<br><br>“Porridge,” Sera said, and quickly after, she went off on her own. The soldier was left alone to set things up, clearly disappointed with the menu.<br><br>Sera had other things in mind, and wandered off away from the group. She was looking for herbs. Or, in her context, anything that was not poisonous and could alter the taste of the food. Plain porridge was terribly tasteless, and after a long walk, it’s not something you look forward to.<br><br>With herbology skills, she could easily identify common herbs. She knew what they looked like and their effects, since she had spent many hours in the library before. Quickly gathering a bunch of them, she ran back to start cooking.<br><br>First, the meat was roasted, since simply putting them in the porridge would not cook them that well. At the same time, she started cooking the porridge in two huge pots. She instructed her assistant to watch over the meat. <br><br>“Just make sure it isn’t burnt.” She had no expectations, since food made by people with no cooking skills always ended up bad.<br><br>In the meantime, she tended to the porridge. She added the herbs she collected into the pots and stirred it well. She added some salt, to replenish electrolytes after the long walk under the sun. Though she was not sure if the concept applied in the game, but some salt wouldn’t hurt.<br><br>Since her herbology skill was still level one, a few blades of grass did made its way into the porridge. She had noticed it too late, but resigned any thought of taking it out.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘These people are supposed to be the kingdom’s finest. Some grass won’t hurt them.’</span><br><br>As the porridge were almost cooked, she turned to the meat that was roasted by her incompetent assistant. Thankfully, just less than a third was burnt. She chopped the meat into small bite-sized pieces and put it into the porridge.<br><br>“There. Should be done soon,” Sera clapped her hands once, satisfied that she had made it in time. Turning to her assistant next to her, she smiled and said, “Thanks for your hard work.”<br><br>The man’s face turned red instantaneously, getting caught off guard by Sera. Sure, he might be an NPC, but 99% realism was not an exaggeration. <br><br>Stiffening up, he stood straight, saluted, and said at the top of his voice, “It’s my pleasure to serve with you, Miss Sera!”<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘I know I’m practicing my smiles, but his reaction is a bit over the top. Did my smile come out wrongly?’</span><br><br>Sera, thinking that she messed up the smile somewhere, tried to fix things up. Name, she thought, would be a good place to start.<br><br>“Please, be at ease. I’m not in the military, I’m just here as Captain’s Vanessa’s temporary aide,” She hoped that was the case, “Now that you mention it, I didn’t quite get your name.”<br><br>“It’s Derek. It’s an honor to be of help, especially the one the Captain’s acknowledged.”<br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*****</span></div><br><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">*Ttring!*</span><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Cooking Skill has increased-</span><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">-Cooking Skill is now at Beginner 2 (78%)-</span></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><br>Completing the meal, she was greeted with the notice. She had increased her cooking skills to beginner 2 from beginner 1. A bit more, and it would reach beginner 3.<br><br>The moment of truth came soon after, as Derek served the porridge to the rest of the men. Each soldiers carried their own utensils, and was responsible for them; this made cleaning up much easier.<br><br>Sera brought her’s and Vanessa’s portion personally, carefully picking the most appetizing-looking pieces of meat for the both of them.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">‘If I get authority as the Captain’s aide, might as well use it.’ </span><br><br>Sera brought two servings of her porridge, and handed one to Vanessa. Vanessa looked at the bowl suspiciously, smelling it,and inspecting it like a proper food connoisseur. <br><br>“What is this?” Vanessa asked. She was not irritated, she knew about their food supplies, “I don’t remember having grass in our food supplies.”<br><br>“It’s a herb. It looks like grass, but it is not,” Sera explained, “I’ve read in books about its effect, supposedly, it’s good for stamina.”<br><br>“I see. Lets have a taste then,” Vanessa nodded. She’d been in the army for a long time; to her, food was just food.<br><br>Vanessa and Sera both ate their meals in silence. For Sera, it’s table manners. For Vanessa, she just liked her meal uninterrupted. For the rest of the men however, 98 of them, they were making noise non-stop.<br><br>“Woah!” A man’s shout could be clearly heard from a distance.<br><br>“This is the most delicious porridge I have ever eaten!” More followed.<br><br>“This is like heaven in my mouth!”<br><br>“This, how could grass and porridge taste this good?!” Such compliments flooded, replacing the emptiness that once filled the area.<br><br>People were asking for seconds, their bowls emptied almost as fast as it was filled. There were no leftovers in the pots.<br><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">*Ttring*</span><br><br><br>Amidst the shouting and compliments, a familiar ringing was heard. But the ringing sound was heard only by Sera and Vanessa, the chef’s group leader.<br><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">The group is inspired by their meal.</span><br><br>Their morale is boosted and they will perform better in combats.<br><br>+5% to all stats in combats. <br>-5% in stamina consumption.<br><br>Effect lasts 5 hours, or until famished.</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><br>Vanessa looked at the notification and nodded satisfactorily. Sera was bemused, she did not know that the effect from meals would be this strong. And this was the group effects, it was added on top of the individual effects from eating the meal itself.<br><br><br><span style="font-weight: bold;">*Ttring*</span><br><br><br>Sera, now finished eating, saw another notification. This time, it showed only the effects from the meals.<br><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4"><span style="font-weight: bold;">You have eaten a healthy balanced meal.</span><br><br>The porridge, despite the taste, is packed with carbohydrates and protein from the meat, has restored your stamina. The herbs added also provide good health benefits.<br><br>+ 100 Max HP<br>+ 100 Max Stamina<br>+ 5 str and vit<br><br>Effect lasts 5 hours, or until famished.</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><br>Sera looked at the window and found herself amazed at the effect of cooking. She wondered, with all these benefits, why very few had taken up the skill.<br><br>“So, now you know why I asked you to be the chef?” Vanessa said, as she slammed the empty bowl down.<br><br>“I think I know,” Sera gave her answer as she looked at infantrymen gulping down the porridge and complimenting her on the taste, “It’s not the food.”<br><br>“Indeed,” Vanessa smiled at Sera’s answer. Anyone who tasted the porridge could work out why.<br><br>The porridge tasted awfully bad. <br><br>The herbs might be healthy, but it gave off a bitter mint flavour. Imagine a bitter, minty, salty porridge, with unevenly cooked meat and grass.<br><br>“My men are idiots, that’s why,” Vanessa laughed out loud, “Well, good kind of idiots.”<br><br>What could be more motivating than a beauty cooking food for you? Vanessa gave the command to quickly pack up and be on the move again.<br><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">*****</span></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">&lt;&lt;Prev</span><span style="color: #BFFFBF;"> - - - - </span><span style="font-weight: bold;">Next&gt;&gt;</span><br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=68&amp;t=691" target="_blank"><img src="http://i.imgur.com/xcc1QEF.png" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fi.imgur.com%2fxcc1QEF.png"></a><img src="http://i.imgur.com/HF3aiKG.png" border="0" alt="http%3a%2f%2fi.imgur.com%2fHF3aiKG.png"></div><br><br><blockquote><cite> Wrote: </cite>I have been procrastinating. I was unsure whether to post or not to post the chapters I had. After my PR ordered me to post the chapter last night, I have no choice but to post it. All credits go to this mysterious PR, all HAIL PR!!<br><br>I also planned to put the previous chapter, and next chapter thingie.. I'll slowly update it, as by the time I post this chapter, I'll need to be on my way to work. <span style="font-weight: bold;">UPDATE: It is done!</span><br><br>I'll try to increase update rate in the coming week. As always, thanks for reading. Suggestions, questions, feed backs, comments, critique, money, and other worldly possession is highly appreciated.</blockquote><br> </div>

Battle Maiden Book 2: Two Path Chapter 4 : A Band of Fools ***** *Yawn* Sarah cupped her hand and covered her mouth, she barely had any rest last night. The fighting was getting much more intense.She was so fixated on getting revenge against Vanessa, that she forget to keep track of time. ‘I finally managed to get away.. and now I still need to deal with classes.’ She sat at the back today, unlike the usual front seat. This raised a lot of questions, no doubt about that. It was plain as day on the other students’ face. Even the lecturers were surprised, but none even dared or bothered to ask. “She yawned,” a voice whispered. ‘I can’t even yawn? What sort of image of me do you have in your mind?’ “Are you alright Sarah?” The lecturer took notice of her yawning. From fifteen meters away, even when Sarah tried to hide it. She must be some sort of endangered species. “I’m alright sir, just a bit tired,” Sarah politely answered. “The lecture must be boring to the genius,” another voice whispered. In the quiet hall, it’s not that hard to overhear all the gossips. Most was about her after all. ‘Maybe I should just skip the class.’ Which she did, and that day another rumor spread, that the genius girl had turned rebellious. ***** Sarah walked out of the campus, hoping to catch the 10 AM bus home. Though the infrastructure of public transportation had improved significantly, Sarah still avoided using them during peak hours. Since it’s way past morning rush hours, she decide to take the bus. There was still 5 minutes till 10, Sarah arrived at the bus stop with time to spare. She was not alone, another person was there sitting lazily. ‘He looks familiar.. Could it be?’ ‘He definitely looks like him. It must be him.’ The boy caught her attention, he looked uncannily similar to a boy she met in Royal Road. The only difference was his hair colour. The boy sitting on the same bench as her had brown hair, while the one she met in RR had blue. ‘Well, it’s normal for people to change their hair colour in game. Even I did.’ The boy, oblivious to the fact he was being studied by a girl, casually turned his head towards Sarah. For a moment, their eyes met, but only for a moment, as Sarah quickly averted her gaze. If only she stayed her eyes a moment longer, she would see that he, too, was quite surprised at his company. *cue awkward silence.* ‘Running away or hiding will not solve anything,’ Vanessa’s voice resounded in Sarah’s head. ‘You haunt me even in my thoughts..’ ‘She is right though.’ Sarah nodded to herself. ‘I always said I need to change, if it’s him then it won’t be that awkward. We already talked in-game before.’ Fists clenched, she reassured herself,‘NPCs, humans, what’s the difference.’ “The bus is here,” the boy said. All the courage she built up was shattered that very moment. ‘How do you start a conversation from that?’ She resigned any thought of conversing and gathered her stuff. ‘Maybe it’s better this way. Who knows if he even remembers me,’ she stood up from the bench. ‘You keep yourself out of reach. Afraid to get hurt?’ Vanessa’s voice rang again. Perhaps fear therapy was effective after all. Sarah took a deep breath slowly, before exhaling it as fast as she could. ‘I keep on making excuses.’ She turned around just before she boarded the bus, with a shaky voice, she called out to the boy. “My name is Sarah. What’s yours?” ***** Her vision filled with white, a space of emptiness. A voice confirmed her ID through her Iris and Vein pattern, logging her into a virtual reality space. The emptiness was replaced, her surroundings rapidly turned into a room, the room where she had logged off. Sera was once again in Royal Road. “I did get his name, that is a progress right?” Since she skipped class today, she was able to log in before the expedition group departed, with time to spare. She sneaked out to find a store to stock up on supplies. She knew the trip would be a long one, judging by the size of the supply caravans. She did have some supplies from the quest rewards given by Mrs. Graham, but having a few extra bandages wouldn’t hurt. She procured some spices and herbs; she knew food would be supplied by the expedition, but army food had a reputation for being tasteless. “You’re late!” Vanessa shouted, she seemed restless, watching her aide walking idly. “We are supposed to be the vanguard, we take the point forward. What sort of vanguards lag behind the main group?” “Coming,” Sera quickened her steps, knowing that arguing with Vanessa was futile. There was also the possibility that Vanessa was pissed that she ran off from the “duel” last time. “Can you ride a horse?” Vanessa asked, holding a horse by its reins. “No. But I’m a quick learner,” Sera was beaming. Having a horse meant that she didn’t need to walk all the way. “Quick learner, that is good,” Vanessa nodded. She climbed onto the horse and signaled the vanguard group to march. “I’ll personally teach you once the expedition is over. For now, you’ll march together with the rest of my men.” ‘Then what’s the point of you even asking me that?’ ***** The vanguard group, led by the Royal Knight Vanessa, embarked from the southern gate of the great fort city. A hundred men strong, consisting of veterans and seasoned fighters, they would lead the way of the expedition. The main group, almost twice the size, followed after. The group led by Reghas would be the center of command for the expedition. The supply caravans, pulled by mules and horses, were at the center of the formation, kept safe on all sides. The church’s group made up the majority of the main group, from the battle-hardened paladins, to the faithful clerics. The rear guards, a bit smaller in size compared to the vanguard guards,protect the rear of the group from any dangers. Even if they were barely above 50 men strong, they were highly trained and proud soldiers of the kingdom. The combined group of the Kingdom of Haven’s Royal Army and the Order of Freya marched in formation. From an onlooker standpoint, it would seem as if they were going to war. Perhaps that was the case. They were venturing into the unknown territory, vigilance was of utmost importance. ***** The scouting group consisted of a few brave men, the best in horsemanship the Kingdom could offer. Agile, and able to spot dangers from a great distance, it’s no wonder that the group consisted of rangers and rogues. Among their ranks, a man stood out like a sore thumb. Most of the scouts preferred to travel light, but this guy carried a huge amount of scrolls with him, weighing down his horse. He was the cartographer, the person responsible for drawing maps, and marking hazards along the way. The map would be sent to the main group, approximately 2-3 days behind them. “I’m sorry for slowing the group down,” said the man. His horse moved half the speed of the others at best, “Riding on a horse is not my thing.” “Don’t worry about it. None of us have the skill to draw a map, a legible map, that is,” said a rogue. The others nodded in agreement. The drawing skill required for drawing an accurate map was not something one could achieve in a short amount of time. This made maps an expensive object of value for adventurers. “All these supplies, I needed them to work, but it ended up slowing the group down. My skill with horses is nowhere near you guys.” “Well, there’s an easy fix for that Johann,” the rogue was the only player character in the group. A handful of players were hired for the expedition, but only one was qualified to join the scouting group. “We just do this, and problem solved,” he took the heavy scrolls from the cartographer’s horse and distributed it evenly with all other members of the group. “But those supplies, the scrolls, they are my job,” Johann, the cartographer, cried out. Now he felt like a deadweight for the group. “No it’s not. It’s our job, as a group,” the rogue gestured to the whole group of men on horseback. “Your load is our load, we watch for each other’s back. We are a team.” The whole squad agreed with the rogue, some with admiration. At that moment, a system notification indicating his relationship points with the squad had increased, popped up. Only he could see it, being the only player character in the group. “I guess I should trust in you guys more. I’m the weakest here after all,” Johann let out a small laugh as the scouting group, 15 men strong, proceed on their way. ‘Day 3, It has been three days since we left Greyhold, we have now reached the limit of where the conventional map can guide us. Now, we’re on our own. The main group however, will proceed with the help of our intel, the scouting group. And that, will be my main job as the cartographer. Traveling in a small group in uncharted lands built strong bonds between the men. I, myself, had particularly been in good terms with a rogue, a foreigner. Being the weakest in the group will make you feel that you’re dragging the group down, it’s an unavoidable feeling. But he always reassured me and supported me. As a mapmaker, I feel both thrilled and nervous of the road ahead. It is the unknown, a place where I can make my mark, together with my comrades, my new family. Scouting Group Members; Ser Johann Borsworth, Cartographer Walaver Arroway, ranger Ricros Silverkin, swordsman Fhalyassa Silverkin, swordswoman Mita Dryadson, messenger Arastine, paladin Wolfswift, rogue Gavin Milner, rogue Searos Hawklight, rogue Larryl the Overlander, assassin Elebrian Farjourney, ranger Eterian Overhill, cleric Durewn Ravenwood, ranger Eldor Brookford, paladin Lightning, rogue Freya guide us.’ ***** *grumble* Sera grumbled as she marched with the rest of the troops. She never had walked for a long period of time before, in VR or real life. To make matters worse, she was the only woman in the whole vanguard! She was the center of attention at all times, and past experience made her loath the feeling. The only reason she was not swarmed by men was because their captain, Vanessa was there. But it did not stop their eyes from stealing a look anyway, which was an understatement. Sera generated the beauty stat just by being catching all the men’s attention. ‘So, tired..’ Sera thought, not saying it, fearing Vanessa’s wrath. Sera agreed on joining the expedition, an opportunity most players would be willing to die for. Free food, a good source of experience, great rewards, but most of all, gaining fame, and reputation with the church and the kingdom. Traveling in huge groups meant safety. All they had to do was survive until the expedition ended. Sera was hoping for a nice outdoor trip. Vanessa, at the forefront of the group, glanced upwards at the sky, judging time from the sun’s position. As the sun was almost at its peak, she gave a signal to halt the marching troops. She delegated a few men on horseback to scout the perimeter, before approaching Sera, who was now laying on the ground inelegantly. “Tired already? It’s only noon.” “I’m just catching a breather, I’ll be fine,” Sera responded. Stats wise, the long march shouldn’t pose much trouble to Sera. It was more of a mental fatigue, suddenly doing something you have never done before in an uncomfortable situation. In this case, its a long and boring walk, plus being the center of attention. “You better be, lunch is not going to make itself you know.” “Lunch? Did you mean me...” “All members with cooking skills are automatically the cooks of the group,” Vanessa explained. “In the vanguard’s case, it seems like you’re the only one here with the cooking skill. I’ll send some men to help you, of course.” “But.. I.. “ Sera couldn’t even form a proper retort to that. It was logical to think that the one with the cooking skill would cook. But she only had cooking beginner 1, and as a trainee, she only made rice in the restaurant she worked in. Now she had to cook a full meal for a hundred people, within a limited amount of time. Sera know that there was nothing she could do to change Vanessa’s mind. Instead, she relied on her memory, of books she had read about field cooking, nutrition, and its effect in Royal Road. In the game, the effect of food was almost immediate. She had studied it before, and through that, she learned the cooking skill much faster than the other workers in Salty Rose. Checking the supplies of the available food, Sera was a bit disappointed, but at the same time, relieved. There was only rice and the meat of an unknown animal, not much choice, but at least she could blame the people in charge of getting the supplies. To be clear, the vanguard groups only carried enough food for lunch, and resupplied when they made camp at night, from the main group’s caravans. Carrying too much was not efficient for a group in charge of protection. ‘I can make porridge, with meat and herbs in it. That should be easy, and be cooked much faster, as compared to making rice.’ Sera was deep in thought, thinking of the best herbs and spices to use for the situation. While not short of meat or rice, there was basically no herbs and spices. Luckily, she had bought some earlier that day. While struggling with the sack of meat, which she hoped to be beef, a soldier called out to her. “Miss, I was sent here to help you out on Captain Vanessa’s order.” “Perfect, start the fire and prepare the utensils.” It was too much work for a single person, any assistance would be very helpful. “Just asking, what’s for lunch?” The footman needed to know, if he was to prepare the utensils. “Porridge,” Sera said, and quickly after, she went off on her own. The soldier was left alone to set things up, clearly disappointed with the menu. Sera had other things in mind, and wandered off away from the group. She was looking for herbs. Or, in her context, anything that was not poisonous and could alter the taste of the food. Plain porridge was terribly tasteless, and after a long walk, it’s not something you look forward to. With herbology skills, she could easily identify common herbs. She knew what they looked like and their effects, since she had spent many hours in the library before. Quickly gathering a bunch of them, she ran back to start cooking. First, the meat was roasted, since simply putting them in the porridge would not cook them that well. At the same time, she started cooking the porridge in two huge pots. She instructed her assistant to watch over the meat. “Just make sure it isn’t burnt.” She had no expectations, since food made by people with no cooking skills always ended up bad. In the meantime, she tended to the porridge. She added the herbs she collected into the pots and stirred it well. She added some salt, to replenish electrolytes after the long walk under the sun. Though she was not sure if the concept applied in the game, but some salt wouldn’t hurt. Since her herbology skill was still level one, a few blades of grass did made its way into the porridge. She had noticed it too late, but resigned any thought of taking it out. ‘These people are supposed to be the kingdom’s finest. Some grass won’t hurt them.’ As the porridge were almost cooked, she turned to the meat that was roasted by her incompetent assistant. Thankfully, just less than a third was burnt. She chopped the meat into small bite-sized pieces and put it into the porridge. “There. Should be done soon,” Sera clapped her hands once, satisfied that she had made it in time. Turning to her assistant next to her, she smiled and said, “Thanks for your hard work.” The man’s face turned red instantaneously, getting caught off guard by Sera. Sure, he might be an NPC, but 99% realism was not an exaggeration. Stiffening up, he stood straight, saluted, and said at the top of his voice, “It’s my pleasure to serve with you, Miss Sera!” ‘I know I’m practicing my smiles, but his reaction is a bit over the top. Did my smile come out wrongly?’ Sera, thinking that she messed up the smile somewhere, tried to fix things up. Name, she thought, would be a good place to start. “Please, be at ease. I’m not in the military, I’m just here as Captain’s Vanessa’s temporary aide,” She hoped that was the case, “Now that you mention it, I didn’t quite get your name.” “It’s Derek. It’s an honor to be of help, especially the one the Captain’s acknowledged.” ***** *Ttring!* | -Cooking Skill has increased--Cooking Skill is now at Beginner 2 (78%)- | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | Completing the meal, she was greeted with the notice. She had increased her cooking skills to beginner 2 from beginner 1. A bit more, and it would reach beginner 3. The moment of truth came soon after, as Derek served the porridge to the rest of the men. Each soldiers carried their own utensils, and was responsible for them; this made cleaning up much easier. Sera brought her’s and Vanessa’s portion personally, carefully picking the most appetizing-looking pieces of meat for the both of them. ‘If I get authority as the Captain’s aide, might as well use it.’ Sera brought two servings of her porridge, and handed one to Vanessa. Vanessa looked at the bowl suspiciously, smelling it,and inspecting it like a proper food connoisseur. “What is this?” Vanessa asked. She was not irritated, she knew about their food supplies, “I don’t remember having grass in our food supplies.” “It’s a herb. It looks like grass, but it is not,” Sera explained, “I’ve read in books about its effect, supposedly, it’s good for stamina.” “I see. Lets have a taste then,” Vanessa nodded. She’d been in the army for a long time; to her, food was just food. Vanessa and Sera both ate their meals in silence. For Sera, it’s table manners. For Vanessa, she just liked her meal uninterrupted. For the rest of the men however, 98 of them, they were making noise non-stop. “Woah!” A man’s shout could be clearly heard from a distance. “This is the most delicious porridge I have ever eaten!” More followed. “This is like heaven in my mouth!” “This, how could grass and porridge taste this good?!” Such compliments flooded, replacing the emptiness that once filled the area. People were asking for seconds, their bowls emptied almost as fast as it was filled. There were no leftovers in the pots. *Ttring* Amidst the shouting and compliments, a familiar ringing was heard. But the ringing sound was heard only by Sera and Vanessa, the chef’s group leader. | The group is inspired by their meal.Their morale is boosted and they will perform better in combats.+5% to all stats in combats. -5% in stamina consumption.Effect lasts 5 hours, or until famished. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | Vanessa looked at the notification and nodded satisfactorily. Sera was bemused, she did not know that the effect from meals would be this strong. And this was the group effects, it was added on top of the individual effects from eating the meal itself. *Ttring* Sera, now finished eating, saw another notification. This time, it showed only the effects from the meals. | You have eaten a healthy balanced meal.The porridge, despite the taste, is packed with carbohydrates and protein from the meat, has restored your stamina. The herbs added also provide good health benefits.+ 100 Max HP+ 100 Max Stamina+ 5 str and vitEffect lasts 5 hours, or until famished. | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | Sera looked at the window and found herself amazed at the effect of cooking. She wondered, with all these benefits, why very few had taken up the skill. “So, now you know why I asked you to be the chef?” Vanessa said, as she slammed the empty bowl down. “I think I know,” Sera gave her answer as she looked at infantrymen gulping down the porridge and complimenting her on the taste, “It’s not the food.” “Indeed,” Vanessa smiled at Sera’s answer. Anyone who tasted the porridge could work out why. The porridge tasted awfully bad. The herbs might be healthy, but it gave off a bitter mint flavour. Imagine a bitter, minty, salty porridge, with unevenly cooked meat and grass. “My men are idiots, that’s why,” Vanessa laughed out loud, “Well, good kind of idiots.” What could be more motivating than a beauty cooking food for you? Vanessa gave the command to quickly pack up and be on the move again. ***** <<Prev - - - - Next>> [](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=68&t=691) > Wrote: I have been procrastinating. I was unsure whether to post or not to post the chapters I had. After my PR ordered me to post the chapter last night, I have no choice but to post it. All credits go to this mysterious PR, all HAIL PR!! > > I also planned to put the previous chapter, and next chapter thingie.. I'll slowly update it, as by the time I post this chapter, I'll need to be on my way to work. UPDATE: It is done! > > I'll try to increase update rate in the coming week. As always, thanks for reading. Suggestions, questions, feed backs, comments, critique, money, and other worldly possession is highly appreciated.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=119&amp;t=1015&amp;p=5323#p5323" target="_blank">Previous Chapter</a> <br> <br>Author's Note: <br>Yes, another prologue... I know most people don't like them but I'll put them on anyway. In my story they show a bit of a real life character and explain some of its words and actions. This time it is &nbsp;about Veronica, the one Kirin/Ace/Ang mentioned hating the most of his classmates in the chapter where he chatted with them.&nbsp; <br>And this upload doesn't take a space of a real one as it contains not even five hundred words. The real first chapter should come out on Sunday. <br> <br>**** <br> <br>Bright sun shone over the small town and danced on the waves. Crowds of people had gathered near the sea to enjoy a free day. Young and old played together forgetting all dignity for the moment.&nbsp; <br> <br>One group was especially active. It was made mostly of teenagers and a few young adults. They played volleyball, catch, danced with the waves and even built sand castles. All of which was due to a single child among them. He had curly blonde hair, light blue eyes and was the soul of the group. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Let's go get ice cream!" he said still laughing after their game of catch.&nbsp; <br> <br>It was a stupid idea to run around in the sand but extremely fun none the less. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Sure. I'll go and buy!" one of the guys agreed instantly and ran off.&nbsp; <br> <br>"What do you want to do now Ang?" Veronica asked smiling.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Let's see... Eat ice cream!" the kid answered beaming and running after the guy.&nbsp; <br> <br>"You're..." she laughed shaking her head but ran after him. &nbsp; <br> <br>As Ang got to the shop people's tired faces lightened up.&nbsp; <br> <br>"How are you doing?"&nbsp; <br> <br>"How do you like your day out?"&nbsp; <br>"Are kids taking good care of you?" &nbsp; <br> <br>The questions were shot from all directions at &nbsp;the youth who beamed at them.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Yeah Kevin is buying ice cream! And I'm fine thank you!"&nbsp; <br> <br>"Really? Go ahead then. We're in no hurry"&nbsp; <br> <br>"Thanks" the kid said happily and rushed to choose what flavour he wanted. After some time he pointed at the banana one. "That!"&nbsp; <br> <br>"Sure thing" the owner nodded putting a double for him. "This one's from me"&nbsp; <br> <br>"Thank you very much" &nbsp; <br> <br>Kevin was let in ahead too and soon they were walking back to the beach. The others rushed to them stealing the bag of ice cream, trying to get their favourite. &nbsp; <br> <br>"Do you want to go for a swim now?!" Veronica asked, already knowing the answer.&nbsp; <br> <br>The kid nodded eagerly and ran to the sea people following after him.&nbsp; <br> <br>"He never tires, does he?" Kevin asked with a smile.&nbsp; <br> <br>"Not a chance" Veronica laughed. &nbsp; <br> <br>Ang was an eternal child full of energy and life. You could even say he was the town’s symbol. The place was full of old people whose children had went away looking for a better future and left their own kids to finish school at their hometown. &nbsp;In this place Ang was the youngest and by far too. Because of it everyone saw him as their grand grandchild or a little brother. He was spoiled rotten and could do whatever he wished and whenever he wanted to. To townspeople he was their ray of hope and happiness in an otherwise depressing life. That’s why Veronica and everyone else were prepared to do anything for Ang, he was their everything. <br> <br> <br><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=119&amp;t=1032" target="_blank">Next Chapter</a> </div>

[Previous Chapter](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=119&t=1015&p=5323#p5323) Author's Note: Yes, another prologue... I know most people don't like them but I'll put them on anyway. In my story they show a bit of a real life character and explain some of its words and actions. This time it is  about Veronica, the one Kirin/Ace/Ang mentioned hating the most of his classmates in the chapter where he chatted with them.  And this upload doesn't take a space of a real one as it contains not even five hundred words. The real first chapter should come out on Sunday. **** Bright sun shone over the small town and danced on the waves. Crowds of people had gathered near the sea to enjoy a free day. Young and old played together forgetting all dignity for the moment.  One group was especially active. It was made mostly of teenagers and a few young adults. They played volleyball, catch, danced with the waves and even built sand castles. All of which was due to a single child among them. He had curly blonde hair, light blue eyes and was the soul of the group.   "Let's go get ice cream!" he said still laughing after their game of catch.  It was a stupid idea to run around in the sand but extremely fun none the less.   "Sure. I'll go and buy!" one of the guys agreed instantly and ran off.  "What do you want to do now Ang?" Veronica asked smiling.  "Let's see... Eat ice cream!" the kid answered beaming and running after the guy.  "You're..." she laughed shaking her head but ran after him.   As Ang got to the shop people's tired faces lightened up.  "How are you doing?"  "How do you like your day out?"  "Are kids taking good care of you?"   The questions were shot from all directions at  the youth who beamed at them.  "Yeah Kevin is buying ice cream! And I'm fine thank you!"  "Really? Go ahead then. We're in no hurry"  "Thanks" the kid said happily and rushed to choose what flavour he wanted. After some time he pointed at the banana one. "That!"  "Sure thing" the owner nodded putting a double for him. "This one's from me"  "Thank you very much"   Kevin was let in ahead too and soon they were walking back to the beach. The others rushed to them stealing the bag of ice cream, trying to get their favourite.   "Do you want to go for a swim now?!" Veronica asked, already knowing the answer.  The kid nodded eagerly and ran to the sea people following after him.  "He never tires, does he?" Kevin asked with a smile.  "Not a chance" Veronica laughed.   Ang was an eternal child full of energy and life. You could even say he was the town’s symbol. The place was full of old people whose children had went away looking for a better future and left their own kids to finish school at their hometown.  In this place Ang was the youngest and by far too. Because of it everyone saw him as their grand grandchild or a little brother. He was spoiled rotten and could do whatever he wished and whenever he wanted to. To townspeople he was their ray of hope and happiness in an otherwise depressing life. That’s why Veronica and everyone else were prepared to do anything for Ang, he was their everything. [Next Chapter](http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=119&t=1032)

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> <span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size: 2.3em;">#Soldier On</span></span><br><br>"This should do the trick..." I muttered as I carefully placed the blade into the iron pipe.<br><br>While waiting for the iron pipe to cool down and fuse the blade to the bow, I picked up some dirt from the floor of the tunnel to make a bowl-full of mud. When it was fully cool, I used my fingers to apply a layer of mud to the blade, but leaving the sharp edge uncovered. After which I placed it into the portable furnace to heat up, being careful not to put it in too deep, in case I burnt the bow itself.<br><br>"What are you doing?" asked Jenna. She had logged on an hour ago, much earlier than the appointed gathering time. Although I had nothing to say, since I was here <span style="font-style: italic;">waaaay</span> before she was.<br><br>We were currently in a cavern that was in-between the first and second floor of the dungeon. It was a safe spot meant to allow players to rest in a dungeon where the monsters never stopped respawning. <br><br>After we had cleared the first floor of the dungeon, we logged-off and agreed to meet back here the next day.<br><br>"It's a technique that Japanese swordsmiths use. By applying a layer of mud to the back of the blade, we slow down the rate that it gains and loses heat. This results in a sword with a hard edge, but a strong and flexible body. It's also the cause of the curved shape that Japanese katanas tend to have."<br><br>"Wow. You seem quite knowledgeable in this... Are you a blacksmith on real life too?"<br><br>"No, I'm an Engineer. And as such, Metalurgy is part of my expertise," I took out the blade to observe the color of the metal, "Hey, Jenna. Do me a favor. Can you use "Drown" on this?"<br><br>"Huh? Oh.. Alright," She pointed her staff at the Sword-Bow(patent pending), "Drown!"<br><br>The water hissed and steamed as it cooled the weapon down.<br><br>After the mud was cleaned off, all that was left to do was to attach the bowstring, and I'm done.<br><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center;">Your Blacksmithing Level has increased!</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center;">Iron Sword-Bow(Patent Pending):<br><br>Durability: 88/88<br>Damage: 12-13<br><br>A weapon designed to be both a sword and a bow at the same time. The inventor of this weapon learned from his mistakes from his first try, and made a few changes to the weapon, resulting in better durability and accuray.<br><br>Equip:<br>+15 DEX<br>+15 STR<br>+10 CHA<br><br>The following bonuses can only be seen by players who have the "Bow Bash ability":<br>+23% Increased damage with the "Bow Bash" skill.<br>+15% chance to knockback/stun with the "Bow Bash" skill.<br>Slower durability loss when using the "Bow Bash" skill.<br>Damage type for "Bow Bash" is changed from blunt to slicing.<br><br>Limits:<br>Level 16<br>DEX 45+<br>STR 55+</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><br>Other that the difference in material, there were two changes that I made to the Sword-Bow(patent-pending). <br><br>The first was the thing I did up there with the mud, that improved the durability of the weapon. And the other was that I drilled the "bowstring hole" lower on the blade-end of the weapon than I did before. By doing so, I hoped to improve the balace between the upper and lower limbs, hence improving the accuracy.<br><br>"There we go..." I held up the weapon, admiring my own handiwork.<br><br>"MUSTACHIO-SAN! JENNA-SAN! o_0 ! New weapon?"<br><br>"Oh, Pepe, you're back. Yeah, I just finished this."<br><br>"Pepe, any word from my idiot cousin?"<br><br>"WHO ARE YOU CALLING IDIOT!" Kang shouted as he just logged on.<br><br>"Okay, entire party is here. Let's go!" Jenna said, completely ignoring Kang.<br><br>"HEY! Don't just ignore me!<span style="font-size: 0.75em;"> HEY! I'm supposed </span><span style="font-size: 0.75em;">to be in front! Wait up!</span><span style="font-size: 0.7em;"> Oooooi!</span><span style="font-size: 0.7em;"> Wait up damnit!"</span><br><br><br>**************************************************************<br><br><br>"Hey... Notrem..."<br><br>"Yes Jenna?"<br><br>"Remember what you said before about an army?"<br><br>"Yeah?"<br><br>"You weren't kidding."<br><br>Ever since we entered the second floor, we've been attacked by a continuous stream of Soldier Ants.<br><br>"Don't worry Jenna-san! We're much stronger than before!"<br><br>Compared to before, it only took us as much effort to kill the Soldier Ants as we did to kill the Giant Ants when we first entered.<br><br>"Yes, I know that but..."<br><br>"JENNA! Don't get distracted and keep protecting me!"<br><br>"I'M TRYING MY BEST YOU IDIOT COUSIN!"<br><br>Indeed, the biggest problem was that the Soldier Ants were capable of spitting acid, hence allowing even the back row to attack Kang. They were essentially using the same tactic as us.<br><br>In order to keep Kang alive, Jenna had to abandon offense entirely and focus on intercepting the projectiles with her water.<br><br>Whenever Pepe and I killed an ant in the back row, another one would come to replace it in a few seconds. The only reason we didn't stop shooting entirely was because it slowed down the enemy volley.<br><br>All we could do was slowly push forwards until we reached the safe-point at the end of the level. From the information gathered by Jenna, it was a small cavern built into the side of the tunnel with a large rock acting as a door. By pushing the rock into the cavern, we could hide inside to take a break before tackling the other half of the level.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*At least they aren't attacking us from behind anymore.*</span><br><br>"Notrem! I need to recover. Switch with me for a moment!"<br>"Got it! Lunge!"<br><br>I quickly switched places with Kang and used my Sword-Bow(patent pending) to protect myself from the two ants in front of me while Kang ate a few kebabs to recover his health and stamina.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*To think he's been killing them while pushing forward this entire time without dying. He's more skilled than I expected.*</span><br><br>Seeing that one of the ant's had low health, I made a sharp strike towards it to end its life, but just as the ant disintegrated into nothing, the other ant made a sudden rush past me.<br><br>"Oh shi-"<br><br>"PSYCHO CRUSHER!"<br><br>Kang did a flying headbutt and knocked the ant back several feet.<br><br>"STOP PLAGIARISING!"<br><br>"Eh-heh...."<br><br>"Hey, Pepe!"<br><br>"Yes, Mustachio-san?"<br><br>"Change of plans. We fire at the front lines to push forwards faster!" I took a look towards Jenna, "Is that alright?"<br><br>"Hnnnn..." Jenna gave it some thought, "Okay! It's better to fight offensively and scrape through with a some bruises, than to fight defensively and not make it through at all! The three of you focus of pushing through! I'll continue intercepting the acid shots!"<br><br>"""Yes! (Jenna-san!)"""<br><br>Firing at closer targets triggered my "Point Blank" skill, allowing us to kill the ants at a faster rate, and Pepe used her smaller size to crouch and shoot under Kang's shoulder, rather than above, which she had trouble doing so. An additional side effect of firing from a lower angle is that Critical hits tend to occur more often (although neither of us could figure out exactly where that weak spot was).With accuracy being less of an issue, we could fire as quickly as we want without aiming. Even <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> started to "Shoot like Crazy" to a certain degree.<br><br>"Double Arrow!"<br><br>"Snap Shot!"<br><br>Double Arrow is a skill that causes the arrow to split into two when fired, with one arrow following the other. It's a skill I would like to have, but it's unlikely that I'll ever learn it due to my inherently slow fire rate. What I *can* do, is simulate its effects by using Snap Shot immediately after a normal attack. This also increases the accuracy of the Snap Shot.<br><br>Slowly, but surely, we pushed our way through the army. With Kang punching away and Pepe and I shooting, the front row seldom lived for more than a few seconds. Kang might have to switch with me more often than before, but at the rate we're moving, it doesn't even matter anymore. (anyone else just sang that song in their head?) (it doesn't even maaaattuur anyymooooooooooore!!)<br><br>"OOOOOH!!! KANG! THE END IS IN SIGHT!!!"<br><br>"YOU HAVE GOOD EYES NOTREM! LET'S DO THIS!"<br><br>"EAT ARROW, YOU SECOND-RATE SOLDIER!"<br><br>"Jenna-san..."<br><br>"Yes?"<br><br>"Boys are weird."<br><br>"I believe they prefer being called "Hot-Blooded"."<br><br>"I think I'm fine just being warm-blooded..."<br><br>Just ten more ants before we reach the goal!<br><br>"Pepe! Jenna! Grab as much of the loot behind us as possible!"<br><br>"Ah!" Jenna turned around, "I can't believe I almost forgot about that."<br><br>Five more!<br><br>"Notrem! Get ready to push the door open!"<br><br>"Okay!"<br><br>Two more!<br><br>"HORAAAAH!!"<br><br>"Mustachio-san, hurry!"<br><br>Pushing with all my might! And the rock finally gives way and goes into the cavern!<br><br>"Alright! Everyone in! Kang! help me close it!"<br><br>Jenna had to use her water to physically push any ant that tried to get in.<br><br>*Slam!*<br><br>And with that, we were finally safe.<br><br>************************************************<br><br>"Identify!"<br><br>Jenna carefully examines a ring.<br><br>"Pepe, this one is yours."<br><br>"Thanks Jenna-san!"<br><br>"Identify! Jenna takes a pair of blue-colored gloves from the pile and identifies it, "Notrem, this one's yours."<br><br>"Ah thanks."<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><div style="text-align: center;">Gloves of Iron Grip:<br><br>Durability: 43/43<br>Defense: 7<br><br>A pair of gloves made with a strange material that tends to stick to whatever you're holding.<br><br>Equip:<br>+5 STR<br>Harder to get disarmed<br><br>Limits:<br>Level 20</div></td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">*Feels kinda like rubber... And sadly enough it has the same defense level as my leather armor. I guess my armor is getting out of date. I need to find a tailor to make something out of that pelt I got off the Wolf-Queen*</span><br><br>"Identify!" Jenna took the last of the 'valuable' loot from the pile of japtem, "(sigh)and this pair of gloves go to.... Kang."<br><br>"Woohoo!"<br><br>"Cheer up, Jenna-san!" Pepe reached over to pat Jenna on her back, "You'll get something from the boss for sure!"<br><br>"Kang!" Jenna called.<br><br>"Huh?"<br><br>"You better make the best damn meal you can!"<br><br>"Okay..."<br><br>"I'm just gonna replenish our supply of arrows."<br><br>"Thanks! Mustachio-san!"<br><br>***************************************************<br><br>Author's note:<br><br>GAAAH!!!<br><br>I mean "Hello again!"<br><br>I know this chapter is pretty short, and took unusually long.<br><br>And I blame Payday 2.<br><br>Totally<br><br>Fuck you Overkill Software!<br><br>Why'd you have to make such an amazing game!<br><br>Right, back on topic. Like I mentioned, here's the second floor of the dungeon. <br><br>Poor Jenna didn't manage to get anything for herself. I guess someone must have been talking bad about her in the comments thread.<br><br>The boss fight will finally come next chapter!<br><br>As usual, any and all comments are welcome.<br><br>And fuck you Overkill Software. </div>

#Soldier On "This should do the trick..." I muttered as I carefully placed the blade into the iron pipe. While waiting for the iron pipe to cool down and fuse the blade to the bow, I picked up some dirt from the floor of the tunnel to make a bowl-full of mud. When it was fully cool, I used my fingers to apply a layer of mud to the blade, but leaving the sharp edge uncovered. After which I placed it into the portable furnace to heat up, being careful not to put it in too deep, in case I burnt the bow itself. "What are you doing?" asked Jenna. She had logged on an hour ago, much earlier than the appointed gathering time. Although I had nothing to say, since I was here waaaay before she was. We were currently in a cavern that was in-between the first and second floor of the dungeon. It was a safe spot meant to allow players to rest in a dungeon where the monsters never stopped respawning. After we had cleared the first floor of the dungeon, we logged-off and agreed to meet back here the next day. "It's a technique that Japanese swordsmiths use. By applying a layer of mud to the back of the blade, we slow down the rate that it gains and loses heat. This results in a sword with a hard edge, but a strong and flexible body. It's also the cause of the curved shape that Japanese katanas tend to have." "Wow. You seem quite knowledgeable in this... Are you a blacksmith on real life too?" "No, I'm an Engineer. And as such, Metalurgy is part of my expertise," I took out the blade to observe the color of the metal, "Hey, Jenna. Do me a favor. Can you use "Drown" on this?" "Huh? Oh.. Alright," She pointed her staff at the Sword-Bow(patent pending), "Drown!" The water hissed and steamed as it cooled the weapon down. After the mud was cleaned off, all that was left to do was to attach the bowstring, and I'm done. | Your Blacksmithing Level has increased! | | --- | | Iron Sword-Bow(Patent Pending):Durability: 88/88Damage: 12-13A weapon designed to be both a sword and a bow at the same time. The inventor of this weapon learned from his mistakes from his first try, and made a few changes to the weapon, resulting in better durability and accuray.Equip:+15 DEX+15 STR+10 CHAThe following bonuses can only be seen by players who have the "Bow Bash ability":+23% Increased damage with the "Bow Bash" skill.+15% chance to knockback/stun with the "Bow Bash" skill.Slower durability loss when using the "Bow Bash" skill.Damage type for "Bow Bash" is changed from blunt to slicing.Limits:Level 16DEX 45+STR 55+ | | --- | Other that the difference in material, there were two changes that I made to the Sword-Bow(patent-pending). The first was the thing I did up there with the mud, that improved the durability of the weapon. And the other was that I drilled the "bowstring hole" lower on the blade-end of the weapon than I did before. By doing so, I hoped to improve the balace between the upper and lower limbs, hence improving the accuracy. "There we go..." I held up the weapon, admiring my own handiwork. "MUSTACHIO-SAN! JENNA-SAN! o\_0 ! New weapon?" "Oh, Pepe, you're back. Yeah, I just finished this." "Pepe, any word from my idiot cousin?" "WHO ARE YOU CALLING IDIOT!" Kang shouted as he just logged on. "Okay, entire party is here. Let's go!" Jenna said, completely ignoring Kang. "HEY! Don't just ignore me! HEY! I'm supposed to be in front! Wait up! Oooooi! Wait up damnit!" ************************************************************** "Hey... Notrem..." "Yes Jenna?" "Remember what you said before about an army?" "Yeah?" "You weren't kidding." Ever since we entered the second floor, we've been attacked by a continuous stream of Soldier Ants. "Don't worry Jenna-san! We're much stronger than before!" Compared to before, it only took us as much effort to kill the Soldier Ants as we did to kill the Giant Ants when we first entered. "Yes, I know that but..." "JENNA! Don't get distracted and keep protecting me!" "I'M TRYING MY BEST YOU IDIOT COUSIN!" Indeed, the biggest problem was that the Soldier Ants were capable of spitting acid, hence allowing even the back row to attack Kang. They were essentially using the same tactic as us. In order to keep Kang alive, Jenna had to abandon offense entirely and focus on intercepting the projectiles with her water. Whenever Pepe and I killed an ant in the back row, another one would come to replace it in a few seconds. The only reason we didn't stop shooting entirely was because it slowed down the enemy volley. All we could do was slowly push forwards until we reached the safe-point at the end of the level. From the information gathered by Jenna, it was a small cavern built into the side of the tunnel with a large rock acting as a door. By pushing the rock into the cavern, we could hide inside to take a break before tackling the other half of the level. *At least they aren't attacking us from behind anymore.* "Notrem! I need to recover. Switch with me for a moment!" "Got it! Lunge!" I quickly switched places with Kang and used my Sword-Bow(patent pending) to protect myself from the two ants in front of me while Kang ate a few kebabs to recover his health and stamina. *To think he's been killing them while pushing forward this entire time without dying. He's more skilled than I expected.* Seeing that one of the ant's had low health, I made a sharp strike towards it to end its life, but just as the ant disintegrated into nothing, the other ant made a sudden rush past me. "Oh shi-" "PSYCHO CRUSHER!" Kang did a flying headbutt and knocked the ant back several feet. "STOP PLAGIARISING!" "Eh-heh...." "Hey, Pepe!" "Yes, Mustachio-san?" "Change of plans. We fire at the front lines to push forwards faster!" I took a look towards Jenna, "Is that alright?" "Hnnnn..." Jenna gave it some thought, "Okay! It's better to fight offensively and scrape through with a some bruises, than to fight defensively and not make it through at all! The three of you focus of pushing through! I'll continue intercepting the acid shots!" """Yes! (Jenna-san!)""" Firing at closer targets triggered my "Point Blank" skill, allowing us to kill the ants at a faster rate, and Pepe used her smaller size to crouch and shoot under Kang's shoulder, rather than above, which she had trouble doing so. An additional side effect of firing from a lower angle is that Critical hits tend to occur more often (although neither of us could figure out exactly where that weak spot was).With accuracy being less of an issue, we could fire as quickly as we want without aiming. Even I started to "Shoot like Crazy" to a certain degree. "Double Arrow!" "Snap Shot!" Double Arrow is a skill that causes the arrow to split into two when fired, with one arrow following the other. It's a skill I would like to have, but it's unlikely that I'll ever learn it due to my inherently slow fire rate. What I *can* do, is simulate its effects by using Snap Shot immediately after a normal attack. This also increases the accuracy of the Snap Shot. Slowly, but surely, we pushed our way through the army. With Kang punching away and Pepe and I shooting, the front row seldom lived for more than a few seconds. Kang might have to switch with me more often than before, but at the rate we're moving, it doesn't even matter anymore. (anyone else just sang that song in their head?) (it doesn't even maaaattuur anyymooooooooooore!!) "OOOOOH!!! KANG! THE END IS IN SIGHT!!!" "YOU HAVE GOOD EYES NOTREM! LET'S DO THIS!" "EAT ARROW, YOU SECOND-RATE SOLDIER!" "Jenna-san..." "Yes?" "Boys are weird." "I believe they prefer being called "Hot-Blooded"." "I think I'm fine just being warm-blooded..." Just ten more ants before we reach the goal! "Pepe! Jenna! Grab as much of the loot behind us as possible!" "Ah!" Jenna turned around, "I can't believe I almost forgot about that." Five more! "Notrem! Get ready to push the door open!" "Okay!" Two more! "HORAAAAH!!" "Mustachio-san, hurry!" Pushing with all my might! And the rock finally gives way and goes into the cavern! "Alright! Everyone in! Kang! help me close it!" Jenna had to use her water to physically push any ant that tried to get in. *Slam!* And with that, we were finally safe. ************************************************ "Identify!" Jenna carefully examines a ring. "Pepe, this one is yours." "Thanks Jenna-san!" "Identify! Jenna takes a pair of blue-colored gloves from the pile and identifies it, "Notrem, this one's yours." "Ah thanks." | Gloves of Iron Grip:Durability: 43/43Defense: 7A pair of gloves made with a strange material that tends to stick to whatever you're holding.Equip:+5 STRHarder to get disarmedLimits:Level 20 | | --- | *Feels kinda like rubber... And sadly enough it has the same defense level as my leather armor. I guess my armor is getting out of date. I need to find a tailor to make something out of that pelt I got off the Wolf-Queen* "Identify!" Jenna took the last of the 'valuable' loot from the pile of japtem, "(sigh)and this pair of gloves go to.... Kang." "Woohoo!" "Cheer up, Jenna-san!" Pepe reached over to pat Jenna on her back, "You'll get something from the boss for sure!" "Kang!" Jenna called. "Huh?" "You better make the best damn meal you can!" "Okay..." "I'm just gonna replenish our supply of arrows." "Thanks! Mustachio-san!" *************************************************** Author's note: GAAAH!!! I mean "Hello again!" I know this chapter is pretty short, and took unusually long. And I blame Payday 2. Totally Fuck you Overkill Software! Why'd you have to make such an amazing game! Right, back on topic. Like I mentioned, here's the second floor of the dungeon. Poor Jenna didn't manage to get anything for herself. I guess someone must have been talking bad about her in the comments thread. The boss fight will finally come next chapter! As usual, any and all comments are welcome. And fuck you Overkill Software.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Chapter One: A Rough Start &amp; A Shove in the Right Direction<br><br>- The scan on your iris and veins has determined that you are an unregistered user. Do you want to create a new account? -<br><br>The female voice startled Rei a little because it seemed to come from all around him.<br><br>“Yes!”<br><br>- Select the name of your avatar. -<br><br>Rei almost called out “Rei” without thinking but then paused.<br><span style="font-style: italic;">Hmm... I’ve been so obsessed with making the money that I haven’t really considered a name. Usually, I just call myself ReiX, but that’s too lame... Ah! I’ll go with that one I used a while back…</span><br><br>“Knox!”<br><br>- Select your gender from Male, female or neutral.-<br><br>“Male!”<br><br>- Royal Road has forty-nine races. You may select your race from the primary twenty-nine. -<br><br>“List Races!”<br><br>A large list of races scrolled before his eyes. There were the generic: Elves, Humans, Dwarves and then, there were ones Rei had rarely heard of. Barbarians, Half-elves, Tarians, Halflings, Wood Elves... but then Rei saw something that made him catch his breath. Dark Elves! One of his favorite main characters was a dual wielding dark elf! (A/N: Long Live Drittz!)<br><br>“Dark Elf.”<br><br>- You may alter your appearance. -<br><br>“Show Appearance.”<br><br>A three dimensional image appeared in front of him. The Dark Elf was the same height as Knox with silvery white hair that fell almost to his waist and a leanly muscled build. The face was Rei’s own except the skin tone was slightly darker... And the eyes! They were grey like Rei’s, but in contrast the eyes of the Dark Elf seemed to glow with some strange inner light.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">I look badass... Now for some finishing touches…</span><br><br>After looking at the options for appearance change, Rei only chose to alter his hairstyle and add a few tribal tattoos under his eyes.<br><br>- Your account has been activated. Your stats and class shall be determined while you’re playing Royal Road. -<br><br>- Select a city and kingdom to start your adventure in. -<br><br>“Random.”<br><br>- Cara City, United Kingdom of Briton. -<br><br>- Welcome to Royal Road. A brief tutorial is available to help new players familiarize themselves with the game. -<br><br>“Pass.”<br><br>There was another bright flash of light and then all his senses seemed to get turned back on at once. He could feel a slight breeze on his face and the ground through his leather boots.<br><br>“Woah. This is amazing!”<br><br>Then he looked around himself and realized he was in a rather rundown town square. Weeds were growing up between the flagstones, paint was chipped and faded and the NPCs he could see all seemed to be dressed in rags!<br><br>“What the hell...”<br><br>Knox muttered to himself as he looked around. He was getting hostile glares from all sides. There didn’t seem to be any of the things he’d read about. No merchants or market stalls, in fact as far as he could see there were no friendly looking NPCs at all.<br> What kind of starting town is this? It’s like someone dropped me off in Medieval Harlem…<br> After a few minutes of walking around and inspecting his surroundings, he shrugged off any uncertainty and decided to just treat it as another part of his adventure.<br><br>“First things first, - Stats Window! –<br><br>A transparent window popped up in front of his eyes.<br><br> <div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Status Window</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Name</td><td width="25%">Knox</td><td width="25%">Alignment</td><td width="25%">Chaotic</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Level</td><td width="25%">1</td><td width="25%">Class</td><td width="25%">None</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Title</td><td width="25%">None</td><td width="25%">Reputation</td><td width="25%">None</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health</td><td width="25%">102</td><td width="25%">Mana</td><td width="25%">100</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Strength</td><td width="25%">8</td><td width="25%">Agility</td><td width="25%">18 (+5)</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Vitality</td><td colspan="3">11</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Wisdom</td><td width="25%">8</td><td width="25%">Intelligence</td><td width="25%">10</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">luck</td><td width="25%">0</td><td width="25%">Leadership</td><td width="25%">0</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Attack</td><td width="25%">3</td><td width="25%">Defense</td><td width="25%">0</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Magic Resistance</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Fire</td><td width="25%">5%</td><td width="25%">Water</td><td width="25%">0%</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Earth</td><td width="25%">0%</td><td width="25%">Black Magic</td><td width="25%">5%</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>“Woah! I’ve got a ton of agility. Hmm... I wonder what the +5 is for... And Alignment Chaotic?”<br><ul><br><li>“Skills Window!”</li></ul><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><ul><br><li>Skills: <br><br>Nimble Body (Racial Passive): Increase Agility by 5. An Additional 5 Agility will be added every 10 Base Levels.<br><br>Fire and Darkness (Racial Passive): An Affinity with Fire and Darkness. Boosts Fire and Black Magic Spells by 5%.Increases Resistance to Fire and Black Magic Spells by 5%.</li></ul><br></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Cool, I guess...”<br><br>A shiver ran down Knox’s spine and he was suddenly pulled back to his surroundings. Surroundings that had suddenly become far more hostile! He was almost completely surrounded by people in rags, some of them carrying rusty weapons while others carried makeshift clubs.<br><br>“Huh?”<br><br>“He’s an outlander...”<br><br>“Looks like he might have some good stuff!”<br><br>“If not we can always sell him into slavery! I hear some of the nobles will pay good money for an elf!”<br><br>“Can’t we just cut him up?”<br><br>The things the crowd was murmuring were enough to make him want to wet his pants, but he just stood there for a few moments in shock. He was completely confused. He had read all the information available on Royal Road and he was sure that one of the things he read about was that players would not be allowed to leave the city for the first four weeks... It was supposed to be for the player’s safety, but as far as he could see, he rather thought the bunnies and foxes outside of town were the lesser of two evils.<br>He took a hesitant step backwards and then, all hell broke loose. A knife flew passed his head in a blur and he let out a startled yell.<br><br> “Aaaah! What the...!”<br><br>The entire mob of NPCs lunged forward and Knox turned and sprinted into an alley. He was surprised at how fast he moved at first, but soon realized it must be an effect of his high agility stat and was thankful for it.<br><br>“Damnit! I should have done the tutorial.”<br><br>He had a horrible thought on first entering the alley that it could possibly be a dead end and he was going to hold the record for fastest in game death. But much to his relief, that was not the case and he was soon sprinting through the back alleys of Cara City.<br><br>30 Minutes Later...<br><br>The entire city was a blur as he ran and ran. The first couple of system messages that had popped up had nearly cost him his life, but now he just ignored them and kept running. So it was a complete surprise when his body suddenly stopped moving like its strings had been cut.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Stamina has fallen below 10% All Stats decreased by 75%.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Crap...”<br><br>He was huffing and puffing on the ground; his entire body covered in sweat and his arms and legs were shaking. All it would take is one glance into this alley and he would be in for a world of hurt.<br><br>“Adventuring kinda sucks.”<br><br>Just then, he heard the sounds of footsteps from deeper in the alley and his heart jumped into his mouth.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Damn, I’m screwed.</span><br><br>“Hohoho... A half dead elf has flopped onto my doorstep.”<br><br>Knox tilted his head and could see a man standing in the shadows. He had opened his mouth to speak, but shut it with an audible click and blinked his eyes. His eyes seemed to be playing tricks on him because the man’s outline seemed to be fading into the shadows making it hard to look at him.<br><br>The man squatted down right by his head and Knox still couldn’t make out anything about the man. It was like staring at a moving pile of black cloth. Then a hand came out of one of the sleeves and poked Knox in the forehead.<br><br>“Can’t you speak, elf?”<br><br>“What the hell is going on here?” Was all Knox could think to say.<br><br>“Well, this is the “Republic of Thieves” what did you expect?”<br><br>“Isn’t this the City of Cara?” Knox was completely lost at this point but the man just started laughing.<br><br>“Cara? Gahahaha! I haven’t heard anyone call this place a proper name like that in years! You must be some kind of bonehead adventurer to wander into this place without even knowing what it was!”<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">A Republic of Thieves... I’ll never pick random on anything ever again...</span><br><br>“So Elf, what made you come to this hellhole?”<br><br>“Adventure.”Knox answered truthfully.<br><br>“You don’t really seem to have the skills for that. Gahahaha!”<br><br>“Well...If I had started in a normal city I would have gotten them!”Knox complained.<br>“Hmm... Well I was watching you and that’s quite an agile body you’ve got there... Would you like to be an adventurer who can go anywhere and kill anything? No locks or traps will stand in your way and if you run out of money you can always get more! Gahahaha!”<br><br>“Well first you’d have to pass my training, but then... No path would be impossible for you.”<br><br>Just then, a new pop up message appeared.<br><ul><br><li>Ttring!</li></ul><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Quest: Shady Training Offer<br>A Man in the shadows<br>A suspicious man has offered you a path to become an unparalleled adventurer. It is unknown what waits at the end of this training.<br>Difficulty: D<br>Quest Requirements: Above average agility. Meet with mysterious man. Must have chaotic alignment.<br>Quest Rewards: Unknown</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Does such an adventurer even exist? Or is this guy just crazy...</span><br><br>The man didn’t say anything after that and just crouched there waiting. Knox racked his brain for a few minutes before letting out a sigh.<br><br>“Well, the best part about adventuring is not knowing what’s coming next, so I suppose this is perfect for me. I accept.”<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Quest Accepted.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“So be it.” The man replied without any inflection and suddenly Knox was quite nervous. The man reached out with a surprisingly strong hand and hoisted Knox over his shoulder before heading deeper into the alley.<br><br>“Wait a damn minute! What do you mean you were watching me? Couldn’t you have given me a hand a little sooner! I thought I was going to die!”<br><br>“Why? It was funny watching you run around like an idiot.”<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">This guy is a freaking sadist!</span><br><br>Once upright Knox was able to walk on his own somewhat, but the man was moving deeper into the dark alley with surprising speed. Then without warning the man stopped facing a blank brick wall. Without even looking the man kicked his foot at what looked like a random brick to Knox and suddenly the wall slid aside revealing a set of stairs disappearing down into the dark.<br><br>“Uh, what’s down there...”<br><br>“My home. It’s the only place I can get any peace and quiet and it’s where you’ll be doing your training.” And with no further explanation, he began walking down the stairs leaving Knox with no choice but to follow. <br><br><div style="text-align: center;">__________________</div><br><br>Knox was in hell. The current evil overlord who called himself Vennec was standing over his exhausted body laughing.<br><br>It had been a week since he’d followed Vennec into the underground of Cara and since then he’d been forced through Vennec’s “training” that Knox was pretty sure would make Knights cry for their mommies. It all started with the pit...<br><br>He’d followed the man down the stairs that seemed to go on forever. The man never bothered to pull out a light and Knox was soon using the wall and the sound of the man’s footsteps as a guide. Now that he’d been training under Vennec for a few days he realized that Vennec had purposefully let his steps be heard... Since then Knox couldn’t ever remember hearing him coming.<br><br>When they reach the bottom of the stairs, much to Knox’s relief there was light and a rather normal looking living space. There was a bed, a few pots off to one side and for some reason there was a large pit in the center of the room.<br><br>“Elf, what is your name?”<br><br>“Knox.”<br><br>“Weird name. You can call me Vennec. Come over here.”<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Like you’re one to talk. What kind of name is Vennec?</span><br><br>Vennec was standing near the edge of the big pit and Knox cautiously approached and peaked over the edge. It appeared to be a completely black pit and the bottom was not in sight.<br><br>“What is it?”Knox asked.<br><br>“Glad you asked. It’s the first part of your training.”And with that Vennec tossed Knox into the pit.<br><br>“KyaaaaaaaaaAAAAHHHH!” Knox screamed like a little girl all the way down and then went splat.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>-75 HP. Your hp has fallen.</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">No shit Sherlock.</span><br><br>Knox thought as he slowly got back on his feet. He couldn’t see anything at all, and the pit he’d fallen through was just a ball of light far above his head.<br><ul><br><li>Clang!</li></ul><br><br>A moment later something fell to the ground beside him causing him to jump. Once he’d calmed down, he began feeling around the ground until something cut his finger. <br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>-5 HP. Your HP Has Fallen.<br>Your HP is critically low.<br>New Stat: Endurance<br>Endurance rises by 1 point. (+1 END)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>He found the hilt of the dagger and picked it up. A system message appeared as soon as his hand closed around the hilt.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><ul><br><li>Rusty Dagger<br>Durability: 5/10<br>Attack: 1-3<br>A rusty old dagger that has seen better days. Please just throw it away.<br>Requirements: None</li></ul><br></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br>“You’ll need something to defend yourself, they don’t get fed very often!”<br>Vennec’s voice called down from above. Then a cascade of windows popped up in front of Knox.<br><ul><br><li>Ttring!</li></ul><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><ul><br><li>Dungeon: You are the first to discover the Deep Crawler Pit.<br>+5 Fame<br>1.5x Exp for One Week.</li></ul><br></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><ul><br><li>Ttring!</li></ul><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><ul><br><li>Quest: First Training.<br>Description: Kill all the monsters in the dungeon, with the Dagger from Suspicious Vennec. Manage to escape the dungeon.<br>Requirements: Must agree to be trained by Vennec. Must complete dungeon in 3 days. Must not die.<br>Mobs Killed: 0/50</li></ul><br></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“WHAT THE FUCK! YOU DROPPED ME INTO A DUNGEON WITH ONLY 20 HP AND A FREAKING RUSTY KNIFE?!”<br><br>Knox stood there screaming for a while, but there was no response. Knox wanted to cry... He slumped to the ground and tried to think. He’d only been in the game for a little over an hour and it had already come to this? Was he just terribly unlucky?<br><br>He could delete his character and start over, but he was stubborn and to be honest he was kind of having fun. He’d thought it would be boring to sit in town for four weeks doing nothing.<br><br>Then he heard a slithering sound and saw a light coming from off to the right. Knox gulped and got slowly to his feet. As he squinted into the darkness he began to make out the shape of what looked like a huge glowing noodle that was slowly inching its way closer to him.<br><br>A red name tag appeared above it as it got closer. Neon Glow Worm<br><br>“Oh, this freaking sucks.”<br><br>He walked slowly towards the inching worm and couldn’t help but feel depressed... He was supposed to fight a worm. It was insulting... Or at least he thought so. Then in a movement so fast that Knox barely had time to dodge the worm shot forward towards his leg.<br><br>Knox was fed up. He stomped on the back of the worm and then proceeded to slam the rusty dagger into what he assumed to be the worms head.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Critical Hit!</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Yes! Die!”<br><br>He shouted. He’d done it! Then the worm started moving again. So Knox stabbed it again and again until it finally turned gray and disappeared.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><ul><br><li>Critical Hit!<br>Critical Hit!<br>Critical Hit!<br>...</li></ul><br></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td><ul><br><li>Critical Hit!<br>Mobs Killed: 1/50</li></ul><br></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>When it finally turned gray, Knox was ecstatic. He had killed his first monster. The very first step of his adventure!<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">You have gained Dagger Mastery.<br>Increase Attack Power with a dagger (+10% ATK)<br>Increase Attack Speed with a dagger (+5% ATK SPD)</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>“Gahahaha!”<br><br>An evil laugh echoed through the depths of Crawler Pit and Knox and his rusty dagger disappeared deeper into the dungeon.<br><br>...TO BE CONTINUED.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;">________________</div><br>Author's Notes: Chapter One has arrived! As always comments, critiques and opinions are welcome.<br>Proofreader Credits: Anonymreading &amp; Kaine </div>

Chapter One: A Rough Start & A Shove in the Right Direction - The scan on your iris and veins has determined that you are an unregistered user. Do you want to create a new account? - The female voice startled Rei a little because it seemed to come from all around him. “Yes!” - Select the name of your avatar. - Rei almost called out “Rei” without thinking but then paused. Hmm... I’ve been so obsessed with making the money that I haven’t really considered a name. Usually, I just call myself ReiX, but that’s too lame... Ah! I’ll go with that one I used a while back… “Knox!” - Select your gender from Male, female or neutral.- “Male!” - Royal Road has forty-nine races. You may select your race from the primary twenty-nine. - “List Races!” A large list of races scrolled before his eyes. There were the generic: Elves, Humans, Dwarves and then, there were ones Rei had rarely heard of. Barbarians, Half-elves, Tarians, Halflings, Wood Elves... but then Rei saw something that made him catch his breath. Dark Elves! One of his favorite main characters was a dual wielding dark elf! (A/N: Long Live Drittz!) “Dark Elf.” - You may alter your appearance. - “Show Appearance.” A three dimensional image appeared in front of him. The Dark Elf was the same height as Knox with silvery white hair that fell almost to his waist and a leanly muscled build. The face was Rei’s own except the skin tone was slightly darker... And the eyes! They were grey like Rei’s, but in contrast the eyes of the Dark Elf seemed to glow with some strange inner light. I look badass... Now for some finishing touches… After looking at the options for appearance change, Rei only chose to alter his hairstyle and add a few tribal tattoos under his eyes. - Your account has been activated. Your stats and class shall be determined while you’re playing Royal Road. - - Select a city and kingdom to start your adventure in. - “Random.” - Cara City, United Kingdom of Briton. - - Welcome to Royal Road. A brief tutorial is available to help new players familiarize themselves with the game. - “Pass.” There was another bright flash of light and then all his senses seemed to get turned back on at once. He could feel a slight breeze on his face and the ground through his leather boots. “Woah. This is amazing!” Then he looked around himself and realized he was in a rather rundown town square. Weeds were growing up between the flagstones, paint was chipped and faded and the NPCs he could see all seemed to be dressed in rags! “What the hell...” Knox muttered to himself as he looked around. He was getting hostile glares from all sides. There didn’t seem to be any of the things he’d read about. No merchants or market stalls, in fact as far as he could see there were no friendly looking NPCs at all. What kind of starting town is this? It’s like someone dropped me off in Medieval Harlem… After a few minutes of walking around and inspecting his surroundings, he shrugged off any uncertainty and decided to just treat it as another part of his adventure. “First things first, - Stats Window! – A transparent window popped up in front of his eyes. | Status Window | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Name | Knox | Alignment | Chaotic | | Level | 1 | Class | None | | Title | None | Reputation | None | | Health | 102 | Mana | 100 | | Strength | 8 | Agility | 18 (+5) | | Vitality | 11 | | | | Wisdom | 8 | Intelligence | 10 | | luck | 0 | Leadership | 0 | | Attack | 3 | Defense | 0 | | Magic Resistance | | | | | Fire | 5% | Water | 0% | | Earth | 0% | Black Magic | 5% | “Woah! I’ve got a ton of agility. Hmm... I wonder what the +5 is for... And Alignment Chaotic?” * “Skills Window!” | * Skills: Nimble Body (Racial Passive): Increase Agility by 5. An Additional 5 Agility will be added every 10 Base Levels.Fire and Darkness (Racial Passive): An Affinity with Fire and Darkness. Boosts Fire and Black Magic Spells by 5%.Increases Resistance to Fire and Black Magic Spells by 5%. | | --- | “Cool, I guess...” A shiver ran down Knox’s spine and he was suddenly pulled back to his surroundings. Surroundings that had suddenly become far more hostile! He was almost completely surrounded by people in rags, some of them carrying rusty weapons while others carried makeshift clubs. “Huh?” “He’s an outlander...” “Looks like he might have some good stuff!” “If not we can always sell him into slavery! I hear some of the nobles will pay good money for an elf!” “Can’t we just cut him up?” The things the crowd was murmuring were enough to make him want to wet his pants, but he just stood there for a few moments in shock. He was completely confused. He had read all the information available on Royal Road and he was sure that one of the things he read about was that players would not be allowed to leave the city for the first four weeks... It was supposed to be for the player’s safety, but as far as he could see, he rather thought the bunnies and foxes outside of town were the lesser of two evils. He took a hesitant step backwards and then, all hell broke loose. A knife flew passed his head in a blur and he let out a startled yell. “Aaaah! What the...!” The entire mob of NPCs lunged forward and Knox turned and sprinted into an alley. He was surprised at how fast he moved at first, but soon realized it must be an effect of his high agility stat and was thankful for it. “Damnit! I should have done the tutorial.” He had a horrible thought on first entering the alley that it could possibly be a dead end and he was going to hold the record for fastest in game death. But much to his relief, that was not the case and he was soon sprinting through the back alleys of Cara City. 30 Minutes Later... The entire city was a blur as he ran and ran. The first couple of system messages that had popped up had nearly cost him his life, but now he just ignored them and kept running. So it was a complete surprise when his body suddenly stopped moving like its strings had been cut. | Stamina has fallen below 10% All Stats decreased by 75%. | | --- | “Crap...” He was huffing and puffing on the ground; his entire body covered in sweat and his arms and legs were shaking. All it would take is one glance into this alley and he would be in for a world of hurt. “Adventuring kinda sucks.” Just then, he heard the sounds of footsteps from deeper in the alley and his heart jumped into his mouth. Damn, I’m screwed. “Hohoho... A half dead elf has flopped onto my doorstep.” Knox tilted his head and could see a man standing in the shadows. He had opened his mouth to speak, but shut it with an audible click and blinked his eyes. His eyes seemed to be playing tricks on him because the man’s outline seemed to be fading into the shadows making it hard to look at him. The man squatted down right by his head and Knox still couldn’t make out anything about the man. It was like staring at a moving pile of black cloth. Then a hand came out of one of the sleeves and poked Knox in the forehead. “Can’t you speak, elf?” “What the hell is going on here?” Was all Knox could think to say. “Well, this is the “Republic of Thieves” what did you expect?” “Isn’t this the City of Cara?” Knox was completely lost at this point but the man just started laughing. “Cara? Gahahaha! I haven’t heard anyone call this place a proper name like that in years! You must be some kind of bonehead adventurer to wander into this place without even knowing what it was!” A Republic of Thieves... I’ll never pick random on anything ever again... “So Elf, what made you come to this hellhole?” “Adventure.”Knox answered truthfully. “You don’t really seem to have the skills for that. Gahahaha!” “Well...If I had started in a normal city I would have gotten them!”Knox complained. “Hmm... Well I was watching you and that’s quite an agile body you’ve got there... Would you like to be an adventurer who can go anywhere and kill anything? No locks or traps will stand in your way and if you run out of money you can always get more! Gahahaha!” “Well first you’d have to pass my training, but then... No path would be impossible for you.” Just then, a new pop up message appeared. * Ttring! | Quest: Shady Training OfferA Man in the shadowsA suspicious man has offered you a path to become an unparalleled adventurer. It is unknown what waits at the end of this training.Difficulty: DQuest Requirements: Above average agility. Meet with mysterious man. Must have chaotic alignment.Quest Rewards: Unknown | | --- | Does such an adventurer even exist? Or is this guy just crazy... The man didn’t say anything after that and just crouched there waiting. Knox racked his brain for a few minutes before letting out a sigh. “Well, the best part about adventuring is not knowing what’s coming next, so I suppose this is perfect for me. I accept.” | Quest Accepted. | | --- | “So be it.” The man replied without any inflection and suddenly Knox was quite nervous. The man reached out with a surprisingly strong hand and hoisted Knox over his shoulder before heading deeper into the alley. “Wait a damn minute! What do you mean you were watching me? Couldn’t you have given me a hand a little sooner! I thought I was going to die!” “Why? It was funny watching you run around like an idiot.” This guy is a freaking sadist! Once upright Knox was able to walk on his own somewhat, but the man was moving deeper into the dark alley with surprising speed. Then without warning the man stopped facing a blank brick wall. Without even looking the man kicked his foot at what looked like a random brick to Knox and suddenly the wall slid aside revealing a set of stairs disappearing down into the dark. “Uh, what’s down there...” “My home. It’s the only place I can get any peace and quiet and it’s where you’ll be doing your training.” And with no further explanation, he began walking down the stairs leaving Knox with no choice but to follow. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Knox was in hell. The current evil overlord who called himself Vennec was standing over his exhausted body laughing. It had been a week since he’d followed Vennec into the underground of Cara and since then he’d been forced through Vennec’s “training” that Knox was pretty sure would make Knights cry for their mommies. It all started with the pit... He’d followed the man down the stairs that seemed to go on forever. The man never bothered to pull out a light and Knox was soon using the wall and the sound of the man’s footsteps as a guide. Now that he’d been training under Vennec for a few days he realized that Vennec had purposefully let his steps be heard... Since then Knox couldn’t ever remember hearing him coming. When they reach the bottom of the stairs, much to Knox’s relief there was light and a rather normal looking living space. There was a bed, a few pots off to one side and for some reason there was a large pit in the center of the room. “Elf, what is your name?” “Knox.” “Weird name. You can call me Vennec. Come over here.” Like you’re one to talk. What kind of name is Vennec? Vennec was standing near the edge of the big pit and Knox cautiously approached and peaked over the edge. It appeared to be a completely black pit and the bottom was not in sight. “What is it?”Knox asked. “Glad you asked. It’s the first part of your training.”And with that Vennec tossed Knox into the pit. “KyaaaaaaaaaAAAAHHHH!” Knox screamed like a little girl all the way down and then went splat. | -75 HP. Your hp has fallen. | | --- | No shit Sherlock. Knox thought as he slowly got back on his feet. He couldn’t see anything at all, and the pit he’d fallen through was just a ball of light far above his head. * Clang! A moment later something fell to the ground beside him causing him to jump. Once he’d calmed down, he began feeling around the ground until something cut his finger. | -5 HP. Your HP Has Fallen.Your HP is critically low.New Stat: EnduranceEndurance rises by 1 point. (+1 END) | | --- | He found the hilt of the dagger and picked it up. A system message appeared as soon as his hand closed around the hilt. | * Rusty DaggerDurability: 5/10Attack: 1-3A rusty old dagger that has seen better days. Please just throw it away.Requirements: None | | --- | “You’ll need something to defend yourself, they don’t get fed very often!” Vennec’s voice called down from above. Then a cascade of windows popped up in front of Knox. * Ttring! | * Dungeon: You are the first to discover the Deep Crawler Pit.+5 Fame1.5x Exp for One Week. | | --- | * Ttring! | * Quest: First Training.Description: Kill all the monsters in the dungeon, with the Dagger from Suspicious Vennec. Manage to escape the dungeon.Requirements: Must agree to be trained by Vennec. Must complete dungeon in 3 days. Must not die.Mobs Killed: 0/50 | | --- | “WHAT THE FUCK! YOU DROPPED ME INTO A DUNGEON WITH ONLY 20 HP AND A FREAKING RUSTY KNIFE?!” Knox stood there screaming for a while, but there was no response. Knox wanted to cry... He slumped to the ground and tried to think. He’d only been in the game for a little over an hour and it had already come to this? Was he just terribly unlucky? He could delete his character and start over, but he was stubborn and to be honest he was kind of having fun. He’d thought it would be boring to sit in town for four weeks doing nothing. Then he heard a slithering sound and saw a light coming from off to the right. Knox gulped and got slowly to his feet. As he squinted into the darkness he began to make out the shape of what looked like a huge glowing noodle that was slowly inching its way closer to him. A red name tag appeared above it as it got closer. Neon Glow Worm “Oh, this freaking sucks.” He walked slowly towards the inching worm and couldn’t help but feel depressed... He was supposed to fight a worm. It was insulting... Or at least he thought so. Then in a movement so fast that Knox barely had time to dodge the worm shot forward towards his leg. Knox was fed up. He stomped on the back of the worm and then proceeded to slam the rusty dagger into what he assumed to be the worms head. | Critical Hit! | | --- | “Yes! Die!” He shouted. He’d done it! Then the worm started moving again. So Knox stabbed it again and again until it finally turned gray and disappeared. | * Critical Hit!Critical Hit!Critical Hit!... | | --- | | * Critical Hit!Mobs Killed: 1/50 | | --- | When it finally turned gray, Knox was ecstatic. He had killed his first monster. The very first step of his adventure! | You have gained Dagger Mastery.Increase Attack Power with a dagger (+10% ATK)Increase Attack Speed with a dagger (+5% ATK SPD) | | --- | “Gahahaha!” An evil laugh echoed through the depths of Crawler Pit and Knox and his rusty dagger disappeared deeper into the dungeon. ...TO BE CONTINUED. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ Author's Notes: Chapter One has arrived! As always comments, critiques and opinions are welcome. Proofreader Credits: Anonymreading & Kaine

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> It had been 2 weeks since Frith and the workers had arrived at Guardians Retreat, in that time the construction progress had been remarkable. The outer wall had almost been completed and the remaining gaps had temporarily been filled with wooden palisades, the mines had been completely retrofitted with metal tubing that was designed to carry the smoke from fires out and feed new clean air in. At various stages along the pipes Arthe had made the workers construct bellows, these could be operated if the mines became too humid or the workers too hot. On top of this Arthe himself had cast numerous light spells on the quartz crystals found in the mine, he had discovered by accident one day that the crystals would trap the light permanently without any extra Mana cost, this gave the workers a steady and clean source of light for their work. <br><br>Arthe had also asked a couple of miners to dig a shaft that ran from the side of the tower past the edge of the mine and half way down the mountain, he then cast purify earth on the shaft so many times that it actually started to cleanse any object that touched the sides. This shaft would be a sewage line that removed all the waste from both the tower and the mine and deposited it in a pit that was dug halfway down the mountain, once a week the pit was purified repeatedly by either Arthe or a couple of the priests. This innovative waste disposal technique would prevent the spoiling of the surrounding forest as well as the river, when it was finished Arthe received a system notice telling him that he had vastly improved public hygiene as well as a funny message to go with it.<br><br>"Ding"<br>You have created a new type of waste disposal technique, in the future many towns and cities will praise your accomplishment while many acolyte priests will curse your very existence. You have the opportunity to request that the Church of Freya spread the knowledge of this technique, should they do so it will be named after you.<br><br>This option has been denied due to the nature of your class.<br><br><br>Arthe sighed in relief after discovering he wasn't going to be associated with feces for the rest of his in game life, then he chuckled at the thought of hundreds of aspiring priests being forced to stand over a pool of crap day after day.<br><br>In the tower Frith and some of the female workers had been refurbishing the rooms and had even roped in some of the miners to dig a 2 level basement, this job was still ongoing but so far 1 1/2 floors had been cleared, Frith's plan was to put the storeroom in the lower cellar and relocate the kitchen to the upper basement thus freeing up the ground floor of the tower for other uses. Arthe had decided that the ground floor would now be used as the workshop and that where the forge used to be he would now have an expanded living area, Heimdall had agreed with this plan and had promised that the paladins stationed here in the future would continue with the expansion of the fort until it someday rivaled Vanaheim. Heimdall had also brought along 10 paladins and 5 priests to occupy the fort temporarily and to guard the workers from any monster attacks, Arthe had estimated the average level of these troops at around 220.<br><br>The Archer and the Priest that had come to the tower had asked Arthe if they could join him on his adventures but he had told them to think very hard about their decision, this was because he didn't accept a lot of quests and most of his days were spent traveling to random places with no specific goal. Despite this the two, whose names were Merrak and Talis, had been adamant about joining his party. Frith had been a little irritated about this for some unknown reason, Arthe had no idea why as the female archer Talis was funny and good company and Merrak was great at cooking as well as being good at managing money. (A.N. I appear to have turned Arthe into an anime protagonist, clueless about women.)<br><br>A week later and the fort was now fully constructed, the basements had been completed and so had the outer wall, Arthe and the paladins had drawn up plans for numerous small watchtowers to be built around the mountainside as well as for the paving of the road up to the Tower. On top of this Frith and Arthe had discussed having a couple of way-stations built on the road leading away from the mountain, Frith had suggested that if Arthe commissioned them she could persuade her father to send troops from the capital to occupy them. The idea was that if the mountain and its surrounding area was made safe then new land might be granted to Arthe in compensation, if this happened he would be able to construct a small village or two and therefore entice more adventurers to visit the area. This would bring in more money from the sale of the Runite, and enable the occupants of the fort the freedom to trade for goods.<br>However at this moment Arthe had neither the funds or the time to put this idea into action and so he had given the plan, along with a letter to the king, to Heimdall and asked him deal with them. Arthe and co. spent a day preparing to leave and just before they set off Arthe spoke to the foreman at the mine and asked him to set aside a fairly large amount of the Runite for his personal use, he also issued instructions that prohibited the sale of more than a certain amount of Runite per week. This was to insure that the price stayed high and that the demand always outweighed the supply, Arthe knew that by restricting the supply merchants would have no choice except to pay the asking price. The foreman was a little confused by Arthe's first request but his second made the man grin demonically.<br><br>"As you say my lord, in regards to the stockpiled Runite do you want that as raw mineral or would you like that smelted into bars?"<br><br>"If you can find someone with a high enough blacksmithing skill to smelt it without any major impurities then do so, if you can't just leave it as is. I shall probably be back in a couple of months at the latest so try not to collapse the mine until then. Oh and if the paladins request some of the ore at a discount price tell them to put in some hours at the mine first, that way they won't take it or you for granted."<br><br>Arthe waved cheerfully at the Foreman, who bowed in response, then walked over to his new party. The group shouldered their packs and set off down the mountain path, Arthe breathed deeply. It felt good to be out on the road again, he'd spent too much time indoors recently and the skills progress he had made was to his blacksmithing which was now Intermediate 2. <br>He then had one last look at the stats window for his Tower:<br><br>Property Name: The Guardians Retreat<br>Inhabitants: 56<br>Armaments: 300. 100 Swords, 100, Shields, 50 Staves and 50 Bows<br>Facilities: 1 Forge, 1 Kitchen, 1 Armory, 1 Storeroom, 1 Library and 1 Barracks, 1 Stables, 1 Training Ground, 2 Guard-towers and 1 Gatehouse. Plus 5 Ramshackle Watch Towers<br>Attached Land: 1 Runite Mine, 1 Small Mountain, 5 Acres of Forest and 1 Riverside Jetty<br>Available Building Space: Mountaintop 0, Mountainside 6, Forest 10 and Riverside 1<br>Monthly Income: 500 gold in rent, 2000+ in ore sales (prospective)<br>Monthly Expenditures: 54 Gold in wages, 47 Gold in maintenance and 0 Gold in security<br>Military: 200. 11 Paladins, 5 Priests and 25 Militia.<br>Culture: 50 (beauty of location and beauty of buildings)<br>Religion: 200 (Church of Freya)<br>Technology: 100 (New Ore on sale, new techniques used to make mines safer)<br>Public Hygiene: High, purified building materials and knowledge of proper waste disposal techniques make this fort he cleanest in the land.<br><br>Arthe was very satisfied with the updates to his property and was more than looking forward to seeing how it would improve by the time he returned, with that thought the intrepid hero turned and walked over to his party.<br><br>"Hey wait up. Oi Frith stop eating all the food before we've even gotten off the mountain, it's only been an hour since you last ate! Merrak will you stop feeding her, she'll end up as bigger than a cave troll and Talis don't just stand around laughing. Help me control these two muppets, seriously am I the only normal person here!"<br><br><br>Authors note: Short chapter this time guys, sorry it's just too bloody hot to stay in my room and type for any longer than about an hour. I'm off outside to enjoy a nice cold cider, I suggest those of you at legal age do the same. </div>

It had been 2 weeks since Frith and the workers had arrived at Guardians Retreat, in that time the construction progress had been remarkable. The outer wall had almost been completed and the remaining gaps had temporarily been filled with wooden palisades, the mines had been completely retrofitted with metal tubing that was designed to carry the smoke from fires out and feed new clean air in. At various stages along the pipes Arthe had made the workers construct bellows, these could be operated if the mines became too humid or the workers too hot. On top of this Arthe himself had cast numerous light spells on the quartz crystals found in the mine, he had discovered by accident one day that the crystals would trap the light permanently without any extra Mana cost, this gave the workers a steady and clean source of light for their work. Arthe had also asked a couple of miners to dig a shaft that ran from the side of the tower past the edge of the mine and half way down the mountain, he then cast purify earth on the shaft so many times that it actually started to cleanse any object that touched the sides. This shaft would be a sewage line that removed all the waste from both the tower and the mine and deposited it in a pit that was dug halfway down the mountain, once a week the pit was purified repeatedly by either Arthe or a couple of the priests. This innovative waste disposal technique would prevent the spoiling of the surrounding forest as well as the river, when it was finished Arthe received a system notice telling him that he had vastly improved public hygiene as well as a funny message to go with it. "Ding" You have created a new type of waste disposal technique, in the future many towns and cities will praise your accomplishment while many acolyte priests will curse your very existence. You have the opportunity to request that the Church of Freya spread the knowledge of this technique, should they do so it will be named after you. This option has been denied due to the nature of your class. Arthe sighed in relief after discovering he wasn't going to be associated with feces for the rest of his in game life, then he chuckled at the thought of hundreds of aspiring priests being forced to stand over a pool of crap day after day. In the tower Frith and some of the female workers had been refurbishing the rooms and had even roped in some of the miners to dig a 2 level basement, this job was still ongoing but so far 1 1/2 floors had been cleared, Frith's plan was to put the storeroom in the lower cellar and relocate the kitchen to the upper basement thus freeing up the ground floor of the tower for other uses. Arthe had decided that the ground floor would now be used as the workshop and that where the forge used to be he would now have an expanded living area, Heimdall had agreed with this plan and had promised that the paladins stationed here in the future would continue with the expansion of the fort until it someday rivaled Vanaheim. Heimdall had also brought along 10 paladins and 5 priests to occupy the fort temporarily and to guard the workers from any monster attacks, Arthe had estimated the average level of these troops at around 220. The Archer and the Priest that had come to the tower had asked Arthe if they could join him on his adventures but he had told them to think very hard about their decision, this was because he didn't accept a lot of quests and most of his days were spent traveling to random places with no specific goal. Despite this the two, whose names were Merrak and Talis, had been adamant about joining his party. Frith had been a little irritated about this for some unknown reason, Arthe had no idea why as the female archer Talis was funny and good company and Merrak was great at cooking as well as being good at managing money. (A.N. I appear to have turned Arthe into an anime protagonist, clueless about women.) A week later and the fort was now fully constructed, the basements had been completed and so had the outer wall, Arthe and the paladins had drawn up plans for numerous small watchtowers to be built around the mountainside as well as for the paving of the road up to the Tower. On top of this Frith and Arthe had discussed having a couple of way-stations built on the road leading away from the mountain, Frith had suggested that if Arthe commissioned them she could persuade her father to send troops from the capital to occupy them. The idea was that if the mountain and its surrounding area was made safe then new land might be granted to Arthe in compensation, if this happened he would be able to construct a small village or two and therefore entice more adventurers to visit the area. This would bring in more money from the sale of the Runite, and enable the occupants of the fort the freedom to trade for goods. However at this moment Arthe had neither the funds or the time to put this idea into action and so he had given the plan, along with a letter to the king, to Heimdall and asked him deal with them. Arthe and co. spent a day preparing to leave and just before they set off Arthe spoke to the foreman at the mine and asked him to set aside a fairly large amount of the Runite for his personal use, he also issued instructions that prohibited the sale of more than a certain amount of Runite per week. This was to insure that the price stayed high and that the demand always outweighed the supply, Arthe knew that by restricting the supply merchants would have no choice except to pay the asking price. The foreman was a little confused by Arthe's first request but his second made the man grin demonically. "As you say my lord, in regards to the stockpiled Runite do you want that as raw mineral or would you like that smelted into bars?" "If you can find someone with a high enough blacksmithing skill to smelt it without any major impurities then do so, if you can't just leave it as is. I shall probably be back in a couple of months at the latest so try not to collapse the mine until then. Oh and if the paladins request some of the ore at a discount price tell them to put in some hours at the mine first, that way they won't take it or you for granted." Arthe waved cheerfully at the Foreman, who bowed in response, then walked over to his new party. The group shouldered their packs and set off down the mountain path, Arthe breathed deeply. It felt good to be out on the road again, he'd spent too much time indoors recently and the skills progress he had made was to his blacksmithing which was now Intermediate 2. He then had one last look at the stats window for his Tower: Property Name: The Guardians Retreat Inhabitants: 56 Armaments: 300. 100 Swords, 100, Shields, 50 Staves and 50 Bows Facilities: 1 Forge, 1 Kitchen, 1 Armory, 1 Storeroom, 1 Library and 1 Barracks, 1 Stables, 1 Training Ground, 2 Guard-towers and 1 Gatehouse. Plus 5 Ramshackle Watch Towers Attached Land: 1 Runite Mine, 1 Small Mountain, 5 Acres of Forest and 1 Riverside Jetty Available Building Space: Mountaintop 0, Mountainside 6, Forest 10 and Riverside 1 Monthly Income: 500 gold in rent, 2000+ in ore sales (prospective) Monthly Expenditures: 54 Gold in wages, 47 Gold in maintenance and 0 Gold in security Military: 200. 11 Paladins, 5 Priests and 25 Militia. Culture: 50 (beauty of location and beauty of buildings) Religion: 200 (Church of Freya) Technology: 100 (New Ore on sale, new techniques used to make mines safer) Public Hygiene: High, purified building materials and knowledge of proper waste disposal techniques make this fort he cleanest in the land. Arthe was very satisfied with the updates to his property and was more than looking forward to seeing how it would improve by the time he returned, with that thought the intrepid hero turned and walked over to his party. "Hey wait up. Oi Frith stop eating all the food before we've even gotten off the mountain, it's only been an hour since you last ate! Merrak will you stop feeding her, she'll end up as bigger than a cave troll and Talis don't just stand around laughing. Help me control these two muppets, seriously am I the only normal person here!" Authors note: Short chapter this time guys, sorry it's just too bloody hot to stay in my room and type for any longer than about an hour. I'm off outside to enjoy a nice cold cider, I suggest those of you at legal age do the same.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> The guards bid farewell to the mining crew at the entrance of the cave. Their heavy armor restricted them from following in too deep. Furthermore, they would be dead weight given their lack of experience in spelunking. It had been decided for them to stand watch at the entrance of the cave and every other known entrance into the labyrinth. The idea was to prevent monsters from making in their way into the labyrinth and adding to the existing number of obstacles the crew had to deal with. Weed wondered if such a plan would work, it would be more effective in his opinion to take the soldiers with them however Sarkaan played leader. Weed had no voice in the matter.<br><br>“Now before we begin, I just wanted to explain everyone the hand signs to everyone.” Sarkaan said. “Speaking loudly is strictly forbidden and once I start using my hands to communicate, it means no talking whatsoever.”<br><br><br>“…”<br><br>“Now, an open palm up in the air is halt. Closed fist, is a sign for huddling close. ……” Sarkaan spent a few minutes lecturing Weed about the signs before setting in any deeper. “I have only one motto at work: heroism best kept in the closet, we work in a team and thus live as a team.”<br><br>-x-x-x—x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-<br><br> *Drip* *Drip* *Drip*<br><br>Water plopped to the ground from the stalactites in the dank earthy mine. The crew ventured cautiously in the dark tunnel. The darkness grew blotting out everything but the inky golden glow of the lamps. Weed’s pearly luminosity became more defined as the darkness developed. Weed was wearing full sleeves and wrapped up like a gift in his cloak. Yet, his skins glow managed to find its way to escape out into the open. The crew let out astonished exclamations as Weed grew brighter by the minute. <br><br>“Just who is he?” muttered the dwarves amongst themselves. Feelings of distrust and fear started to emerge as the dwarves realized that they knew nothing of his background. Dwarves were passionate creatures, there existed unspoken bonds of trust and loyalty amongst their kind. Elves on the other hand, were wise and rationale. Unless they promised you something, you could never really trust their words. Even after getting them to promise, you would have to tread cautiously as elves were known for habitually playing around with words. What might appear to be a promise of help would often be a conditional promise for help if the circumstances favored the elves. Too many times did the dwarves depend on the elves and too many times were their trust betrayed. It was bound to happen that this would culminate towards hostile feelings.<br><br>“Is it really okay to trust him Sarkaan? I mean we can just take the map and read it just fine.” Tinaquarrier asked as he suspiciously looked at Weed.<br><br>Weed could very well hear Tinaquarrier and was in a good mood to turn around and smack him. <br><br>“Hey Weed, can’t you turn it down a little? You’re like a flaming torch calling monsters for an all-you-can-eat buffet. You got Tinaquarrier here in jitters. He just can’t handle those bugs and worms.” said Sarkaan while trying to lighten the atmosphere. Sarkaan’s words worked, Tinaquarrier decided to shut up and not complain anymore.<br><br>Weed realized the truth in their words and remarked, “My apologies but I can’t… I’ve tried.” He also realized that losing his cool here would not get him anywhere, he just had to focus on beating one quest at a time.<br><br>Disconcerted, the crew chose to remain more vigilant as they progressed deeper into the mines when suddenly the path forked in two directions. The crew uncertainly grappled with whether to proceed left or right. Their choice could very well lead to their demise. As per the map, both paths would lead towards the last known position of the black diamond. However, the map gave no indication which path was riskier. After a bit of scouting Masin quickly came back to report; there was no visible danger on either side. Based on that, Sarkaan decided to proceed right and the crew followed him cautiously. In the darkness, the crew’s movement slowed terribly. The temperatures dropped as mist filled the cave. Now even with lanterns and a glowing elf it became harder to see ahead. The crew stumbled as they followed the path and came upon another forked road. This time there were four directions they could progress: go straight, left, right or through a smaller side tunnel. <br><br>Once again Masin was requested to scout the passages before a decision could be made. Weed sighed at the slow progress. This would take forever.<br><br>“Why don’t we split and scout” Weed casually suggested.<br><br>All the dwarves looked at Weed in horror.<br><br>“We never split, elf.” Sarkaan replied. <br><br>“But this will take forever!” Weed complained. “We just walked about hundred meters we are no more than a mile into the labyrinth and it’s been over 3 hours. We are crawling not walking.”<br><br>“Remember the rules, elf?” Sarkaan asked with a strong tone. He didn’t like his authority being undermined. “Listen to the senior and ambitions to be kept at home. I have done over 300 mining expeditions in my life and am ranked as a veteran foresman.”<br><br>“…”<br><br>“Someone with less than 5% chance of losing a crew member during an expedition.” Tasha added with a sigh. <br><br>“Sometimes the slowest way is the surest ways in life elf. Patience is virtue you must possess as a miner.” Sarkaan added.<br><br>After a few hours Masin, returned. “All clear.”<br><br>“Let’s try going right again,” Sarkaan said to the crew. <br><br>“Aye.” the crew replied in unision.<br><br>The mist grew thicker and the temperature dropped even lower as they descended. Sarkaan raised his hand, motioning the group to stop. Tasha armed himself with a short sword. Masin moved to the end of the group; ready to run back. Weed strained his ears to hear but could hear nothing. Even with eavesdropping he could not hear anything. He was absolutely sure Sarkaan was pointlessly stopping for no reason. <span style="font-style: italic;">Stupid NPC.</span><br><br>“Ok lets go.” Sarkaan said.<br><br>After another hundred meters or so they stopped again. Then continued and stopped again. Weed could only lament in regret for taking up the offer. And so they continued through the mine in this fashion until Masin shouted out, “I smell it!”<br><br>“I smell the black diamond!” He said excitedly.<br><br>Weed frowned, according to the map they were still very far away from the last known position of the diamond.<br><br>‘Sniff. Sniff. Sniff.’ Masin was on all fours as he sniffed the floor of the cave carefully. Weed could not help but think that Masin was some sort of dwarf dog. Masin slowly lead the way while Weed marked their position on the map. <br><br>“We are getting closer.” Masin said as he sniffed the ground carefully. Masin suddenly stopped. “Me think’s me nose is gone bad.” Masin said as he stood up and blew his nose.<br><br>“Whats the matter?” Sarkaan asked.<br>“Me smell the diamond moving towards us?”<br><br>“…Must be your nose….” Tasha said. Weed could not help but think there was something suspicious about what Tasha said, almost like he was lying. His trembling voice was a dead give away. As they continued, Masin started to hiss. Weed noticed this and grew tense; were his apprehensions coming true?<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"> ‘Though why is he hissing? Is he some animal?’ </span><br><br>“What’s wrong Masin?” he asked when suddenly Sarkaan turned around and shouted, “RUN!”<br><br>Before the crew had any chance of reacting, the cavern floor trembled as a roar reverberated through the tunnel. The crew cursed as the floor started shaking. <br><br>“Holy Mother ****! WTF IS THAT Screech!!!” Weed asked with his hands against his ears. The loudness and echo, left a ringing sensation in his head, much like the time Snappy used Lion’s roar on him.<br><br>“The floor is giving way!!” Yaluk screamed.<br><br>“Everyone grab onto to the ropes! Don’t let go no matter what. Stick together!” Sarlaan screamed as they slowly made their way back through the passage. Moving while the ground shook was considerably difficult. Add to that they had to dodge falling rocks from the ceiling and skip over the floor that gave away. All this when covered in mist. The mining crew’s woes did not end there, as the ceiling gave way, some sticky substance started oozing out down. Yaluk sadly accidently stepped on it and could not move. He had to remove his boot and make a run for it. As they made their way back parts of the cavern floor behind them began to crumble and dropped into the newly created abyss. <br>Weed who was now at the end of the crew was terrified. The crumbling ground was catching up to him. If he didn’t pick up pace he would be the next one to fall in. None of the passive skills Weed had could help him in this pickle. Tasha was cursing as he noticed the elf fall behind; the elf was a complete novice at spelunking. He went back and picked up Weed and ran back. <br><br>“What the hell are you doing? ‘ave you never ran for your life before?” Tasha asked Weed who was plopping up and down on his shoulder.<br><br>“But the sticky stuff…”<br><br>Tasha dropped Weed off his shoulder and tailed behind Masin. “A little tar won’t ever kill you.” He shouted back.<br><br>Weed got up and ran with everything he had. He decided to ignore the falling rocks, the cracks on the ground and the gooey tar. <span style="font-style: italic;"> Run Forest Run. </span> That was all Weed thought about, a classic movie he saw at school. With his fairly high running speed and high AGI Weed soon caught up with Tasha.<br><br>“What the..” Tasha could only say just that as Weed crossed him. Just a moment ago was Weed struggling to maintain pace and now he was running past him like it was no big deal.<br><br>Tasha wasn’t the only one surprised within a matter of seconds Weed was by Sarkaan’s side. All the other dwarves couldn’t believe that elves could move so quickly. It was known that elves were swift as the wind, but only in their natural open surrounding. To be running in a cave which was collapsing was another story altogether. Only experienced dwarves could move as quickly as Sarkaan. But even Sarkaan seemed to find it difficult to maintain the pace. It was a matter of time, before Weed was leading the crew, however that did not last too long as they made it back to safe ground. All the crew members quickly climbed up on to a ledge as the cave behind them collapsed. Now only rocks and boulders rubble lay behind them.<br><br>“That was close!” said Yaluk as he put on a new boot. <br><br>“I think we left it behind.” Sarkaan said. He spoke too soon.<br><br>*Click* *Click* *Click*<br><br>“Left what behind?” Weed asked apprehensively as the clicking sound grew louder.<br><br>The dwarves began shouting and cursing instantaneously as they heard the clicking sound. <br><br>“Be ready.” Sarkaan shouted as the all huddled next to each other with their backs facing each other. <br><br>Wondering where the the sound was coming from, they all looked towards the source and stopped talking. Only the clicking sound and water dropping could be heard now. The earth trembled a little and stopped. So did the clicking sound. Weed could hear only his hard breathing. With temperatures so low, he could even see his own breath condensing in front of him. The mist here was lighter but it was still extremely dark. The flamed torches flickered and crackled as everyone stood still. <br><br>*BOOM*<br><br>The earth in front of them erupted into the air as a massive monster black monster crawled out during the commotion. It had a long black armored body and four massive pincer arms. As it crawled up the ceiling, Weed got a better view of it; it was a giant black scorpion. It was several meters long and double Weed’s height or four times Sarkaans height or eight times Masins.<br><br>“Black Arachnid Scorpio!” Sarkaan shouted, as he raised his shield up in the air and aimed his spear.<br><br>Weed drew out the harbinger, he had no shield so positioned himself ready to dodge an attack from the ceiling. The scorpion let go of the ceiling and did a free fall where the crew huddled. <br><br>“What the…” Weed could say as they split. That was the most unusually fighting tactic he had ever seen in his gaming life. He always imagined the scorpion to be using it’s pincers to attack…not it’s entire body like a ring wrestler.<br><br>The dwarves were quick to react; they scattered in different directions. The scorpion flipped in mid air and landed on it’s eight legs. <span style="font-style: italic;"> Acrobatic Scorpion? </span> Weed wondered.<br><br>Dol’arc, Yaluk and Narre who had hammers equipped ran back at it. Narre leapt into the air and landed the first blow. Her ridiculous jump could only be attributed to her air affinity. She bounced straight off the monsters body. Yaluk and Dol’arc went at it next, however, the scorpion was quicker to react. It swung one of its four arms throwing the two dwarves over 30 feet away. It was an instant KO. The dwarves didn’t stand a chance facing it head on, they turned grey in color and dissolved into dust.<br><br>“YAAALLUUK!!” Screamed Narre as she jumped into the air and to deliver another blow.<br><br>“STOPPP!” Sarkaan screamed however he was too late. Narre was already flying through the air hurling her hammer at the monster. The scorpion noticed her and caught her with it’s pincers; her body was brutally snapped in two. Despite all the armor she wore, the scorpion’s pincers were like scissors cutting through paper. Narre instantly turned into grey ash and disappeared.<br><br>Weed hid behind a boulder with his sword drawn out. <span style="font-style: italic;"> ‘There is no way I can fight that thing. WTF! It just took out three dwarves without taking any damage. </span><br><br>“Tasha?” Sarkan shouted. <br><br>“Here.”<br><br>“Masin?”<br><br>“Here.” Came a whimper.<br><br>“Weed?”<br><br>“…”<br><br>“Weed?”<br><br>“Here.” Came a soft voice. <br><br>“Lad speak up, the monster got no ears.”<br><br>“ HERE!” Weed screamed back.<br><br>The scorpion turned around in circles trying to find the source of the small vibrations it felt.<br><br>“Tinaquarrier?”<br><br>“Here.”<br><br>“Ok listen well, lads. There is absolutely no chance of us defeating that monster.” Sarkaan added coldly. “I repeated umpteen times that don’t play hero. But see what happens when you don’t listen?” <br><br>“…”<br><br>“May their souls rest in peace.”<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;"> ‘and pieces.’ </span><br><br>“Now stay still and put. Let’s see if we can lose it’s interest by making our presence disappear.”<br><br>“Whats the level of that monster?” Weed asked.<br><br>“At least E/500.” Tasha replied.<br><br>“…”<br><br><br><br>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br>Authors Note:<br><br>1. Will be edited soon.<br>2. Thank you so much Nithink for volunteering to co-author.<br>3. Thank you V4lkyr13 for doing a <span style="font-style: italic;">zing</span> check on it.<br>4. Who ever suggested the waiting thing was an idiot, authors are pressed like readers to post more.<br><br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Connect to Royal Road – Elementarem Vim next Chapter?</td></tr><tr><td colspan="2"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=503" target="_blank">Yes</a></td><td colspan="2"><a href="http://www.royalroadl.com/forum/viewtopic.php?f=64&amp;t=348" target="_blank">No</a></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- </div>

The guards bid farewell to the mining crew at the entrance of the cave. Their heavy armor restricted them from following in too deep. Furthermore, they would be dead weight given their lack of experience in spelunking. It had been decided for them to stand watch at the entrance of the cave and every other known entrance into the labyrinth. The idea was to prevent monsters from making in their way into the labyrinth and adding to the existing number of obstacles the crew had to deal with. Weed wondered if such a plan would work, it would be more effective in his opinion to take the soldiers with them however Sarkaan played leader. Weed had no voice in the matter. “Now before we begin, I just wanted to explain everyone the hand signs to everyone.” Sarkaan said. “Speaking loudly is strictly forbidden and once I start using my hands to communicate, it means no talking whatsoever.” “…” “Now, an open palm up in the air is halt. Closed fist, is a sign for huddling close. ……” Sarkaan spent a few minutes lecturing Weed about the signs before setting in any deeper. “I have only one motto at work: heroism best kept in the closet, we work in a team and thus live as a team.” -x-x-x—x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x- *Drip* *Drip* *Drip* Water plopped to the ground from the stalactites in the dank earthy mine. The crew ventured cautiously in the dark tunnel. The darkness grew blotting out everything but the inky golden glow of the lamps. Weed’s pearly luminosity became more defined as the darkness developed. Weed was wearing full sleeves and wrapped up like a gift in his cloak. Yet, his skins glow managed to find its way to escape out into the open. The crew let out astonished exclamations as Weed grew brighter by the minute. “Just who is he?” muttered the dwarves amongst themselves. Feelings of distrust and fear started to emerge as the dwarves realized that they knew nothing of his background. Dwarves were passionate creatures, there existed unspoken bonds of trust and loyalty amongst their kind. Elves on the other hand, were wise and rationale. Unless they promised you something, you could never really trust their words. Even after getting them to promise, you would have to tread cautiously as elves were known for habitually playing around with words. What might appear to be a promise of help would often be a conditional promise for help if the circumstances favored the elves. Too many times did the dwarves depend on the elves and too many times were their trust betrayed. It was bound to happen that this would culminate towards hostile feelings. “Is it really okay to trust him Sarkaan? I mean we can just take the map and read it just fine.” Tinaquarrier asked as he suspiciously looked at Weed. Weed could very well hear Tinaquarrier and was in a good mood to turn around and smack him. “Hey Weed, can’t you turn it down a little? You’re like a flaming torch calling monsters for an all-you-can-eat buffet. You got Tinaquarrier here in jitters. He just can’t handle those bugs and worms.” said Sarkaan while trying to lighten the atmosphere. Sarkaan’s words worked, Tinaquarrier decided to shut up and not complain anymore. Weed realized the truth in their words and remarked, “My apologies but I can’t… I’ve tried.” He also realized that losing his cool here would not get him anywhere, he just had to focus on beating one quest at a time. Disconcerted, the crew chose to remain more vigilant as they progressed deeper into the mines when suddenly the path forked in two directions. The crew uncertainly grappled with whether to proceed left or right. Their choice could very well lead to their demise. As per the map, both paths would lead towards the last known position of the black diamond. However, the map gave no indication which path was riskier. After a bit of scouting Masin quickly came back to report; there was no visible danger on either side. Based on that, Sarkaan decided to proceed right and the crew followed him cautiously. In the darkness, the crew’s movement slowed terribly. The temperatures dropped as mist filled the cave. Now even with lanterns and a glowing elf it became harder to see ahead. The crew stumbled as they followed the path and came upon another forked road. This time there were four directions they could progress: go straight, left, right or through a smaller side tunnel. Once again Masin was requested to scout the passages before a decision could be made. Weed sighed at the slow progress. This would take forever. “Why don’t we split and scout” Weed casually suggested. All the dwarves looked at Weed in horror. “We never split, elf.” Sarkaan replied. “But this will take forever!” Weed complained. “We just walked about hundred meters we are no more than a mile into the labyrinth and it’s been over 3 hours. We are crawling not walking.” “Remember the rules, elf?” Sarkaan asked with a strong tone. He didn’t like his authority being undermined. “Listen to the senior and ambitions to be kept at home. I have done over 300 mining expeditions in my life and am ranked as a veteran foresman.” “…” “Someone with less than 5% chance of losing a crew member during an expedition.” Tasha added with a sigh. “Sometimes the slowest way is the surest ways in life elf. Patience is virtue you must possess as a miner.” Sarkaan added. After a few hours Masin, returned. “All clear.” “Let’s try going right again,” Sarkaan said to the crew. “Aye.” the crew replied in unision. The mist grew thicker and the temperature dropped even lower as they descended. Sarkaan raised his hand, motioning the group to stop. Tasha armed himself with a short sword. Masin moved to the end of the group; ready to run back. Weed strained his ears to hear but could hear nothing. Even with eavesdropping he could not hear anything. He was absolutely sure Sarkaan was pointlessly stopping for no reason. Stupid NPC. “Ok lets go.” Sarkaan said. After another hundred meters or so they stopped again. Then continued and stopped again. Weed could only lament in regret for taking up the offer. And so they continued through the mine in this fashion until Masin shouted out, “I smell it!” “I smell the black diamond!” He said excitedly. Weed frowned, according to the map they were still very far away from the last known position of the diamond. ‘Sniff. Sniff. Sniff.’ Masin was on all fours as he sniffed the floor of the cave carefully. Weed could not help but think that Masin was some sort of dwarf dog. Masin slowly lead the way while Weed marked their position on the map. “We are getting closer.” Masin said as he sniffed the ground carefully. Masin suddenly stopped. “Me think’s me nose is gone bad.” Masin said as he stood up and blew his nose. “Whats the matter?” Sarkaan asked. “Me smell the diamond moving towards us?” “…Must be your nose….” Tasha said. Weed could not help but think there was something suspicious about what Tasha said, almost like he was lying. His trembling voice was a dead give away. As they continued, Masin started to hiss. Weed noticed this and grew tense; were his apprehensions coming true? ‘Though why is he hissing? Is he some animal?’ “What’s wrong Masin?” he asked when suddenly Sarkaan turned around and shouted, “RUN!” Before the crew had any chance of reacting, the cavern floor trembled as a roar reverberated through the tunnel. The crew cursed as the floor started shaking. “Holy Mother ****! WTF IS THAT Screech!!!” Weed asked with his hands against his ears. The loudness and echo, left a ringing sensation in his head, much like the time Snappy used Lion’s roar on him. “The floor is giving way!!” Yaluk screamed. “Everyone grab onto to the ropes! Don’t let go no matter what. Stick together!” Sarlaan screamed as they slowly made their way back through the passage. Moving while the ground shook was considerably difficult. Add to that they had to dodge falling rocks from the ceiling and skip over the floor that gave away. All this when covered in mist. The mining crew’s woes did not end there, as the ceiling gave way, some sticky substance started oozing out down. Yaluk sadly accidently stepped on it and could not move. He had to remove his boot and make a run for it. As they made their way back parts of the cavern floor behind them began to crumble and dropped into the newly created abyss. Weed who was now at the end of the crew was terrified. The crumbling ground was catching up to him. If he didn’t pick up pace he would be the next one to fall in. None of the passive skills Weed had could help him in this pickle. Tasha was cursing as he noticed the elf fall behind; the elf was a complete novice at spelunking. He went back and picked up Weed and ran back. “What the hell are you doing? ‘ave you never ran for your life before?” Tasha asked Weed who was plopping up and down on his shoulder. “But the sticky stuff…” Tasha dropped Weed off his shoulder and tailed behind Masin. “A little tar won’t ever kill you.” He shouted back. Weed got up and ran with everything he had. He decided to ignore the falling rocks, the cracks on the ground and the gooey tar. Run Forest Run. That was all Weed thought about, a classic movie he saw at school. With his fairly high running speed and high AGI Weed soon caught up with Tasha. “What the..” Tasha could only say just that as Weed crossed him. Just a moment ago was Weed struggling to maintain pace and now he was running past him like it was no big deal. Tasha wasn’t the only one surprised within a matter of seconds Weed was by Sarkaan’s side. All the other dwarves couldn’t believe that elves could move so quickly. It was known that elves were swift as the wind, but only in their natural open surrounding. To be running in a cave which was collapsing was another story altogether. Only experienced dwarves could move as quickly as Sarkaan. But even Sarkaan seemed to find it difficult to maintain the pace. It was a matter of time, before Weed was leading the crew, however that did not last too long as they made it back to safe ground. All the crew members quickly climbed up on to a ledge as the cave behind them collapsed. Now only rocks and boulders rubble lay behind them. “That was close!” said Yaluk as he put on a new boot. “I think we left it behind.” Sarkaan said. He spoke too soon. *Click* *Click* *Click* “Left what behind?” Weed asked apprehensively as the clicking sound grew louder. The dwarves began shouting and cursing instantaneously as they heard the clicking sound. “Be ready.” Sarkaan shouted as the all huddled next to each other with their backs facing each other. Wondering where the the sound was coming from, they all looked towards the source and stopped talking. Only the clicking sound and water dropping could be heard now. The earth trembled a little and stopped. So did the clicking sound. Weed could hear only his hard breathing. With temperatures so low, he could even see his own breath condensing in front of him. The mist here was lighter but it was still extremely dark. The flamed torches flickered and crackled as everyone stood still. *BOOM* The earth in front of them erupted into the air as a massive monster black monster crawled out during the commotion. It had a long black armored body and four massive pincer arms. As it crawled up the ceiling, Weed got a better view of it; it was a giant black scorpion. It was several meters long and double Weed’s height or four times Sarkaans height or eight times Masins. “Black Arachnid Scorpio!” Sarkaan shouted, as he raised his shield up in the air and aimed his spear. Weed drew out the harbinger, he had no shield so positioned himself ready to dodge an attack from the ceiling. The scorpion let go of the ceiling and did a free fall where the crew huddled. “What the…” Weed could say as they split. That was the most unusually fighting tactic he had ever seen in his gaming life. He always imagined the scorpion to be using it’s pincers to attack…not it’s entire body like a ring wrestler. The dwarves were quick to react; they scattered in different directions. The scorpion flipped in mid air and landed on it’s eight legs. Acrobatic Scorpion? Weed wondered. Dol’arc, Yaluk and Narre who had hammers equipped ran back at it. Narre leapt into the air and landed the first blow. Her ridiculous jump could only be attributed to her air affinity. She bounced straight off the monsters body. Yaluk and Dol’arc went at it next, however, the scorpion was quicker to react. It swung one of its four arms throwing the two dwarves over 30 feet away. It was an instant KO. The dwarves didn’t stand a chance facing it head on, they turned grey in color and dissolved into dust. “YAAALLUUK!!” Screamed Narre as she jumped into the air and to deliver another blow. “STOPPP!” Sarkaan screamed however he was too late. Narre was already flying through the air hurling her hammer at the monster. The scorpion noticed her and caught her with it’s pincers; her body was brutally snapped in two. Despite all the armor she wore, the scorpion’s pincers were like scissors cutting through paper. Narre instantly turned into grey ash and disappeared. Weed hid behind a boulder with his sword drawn out. ‘There is no way I can fight that thing. WTF! It just took out three dwarves without taking any damage. “Tasha?” Sarkan shouted. “Here.” “Masin?” “Here.” Came a whimper. “Weed?” “…” “Weed?” “Here.” Came a soft voice. “Lad speak up, the monster got no ears.” “ HERE!” Weed screamed back. The scorpion turned around in circles trying to find the source of the small vibrations it felt. “Tinaquarrier?” “Here.” “Ok listen well, lads. There is absolutely no chance of us defeating that monster.” Sarkaan added coldly. “I repeated umpteen times that don’t play hero. But see what happens when you don’t listen?” “…” “May their souls rest in peace.” ‘and pieces.’ “Now stay still and put. Let’s see if we can lose it’s interest by making our presence disappear.” “Whats the level of that monster?” Weed asked. “At least E/500.” Tasha replied. “…” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Authors Note: 1. 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<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Part 1 <br> <br>6 days later… (In-game) <br> <br>Godou followed Ferrex into the training hall. Inside were rows upon rows of scarecrows.&nbsp; <br> <br>He shuddered as he remembered the aching of his arms and shoulders as a result of hitting scarecrows non-stop for the equivalent of 3 weeks inside a similar room under the church.&nbsp; <br> <br>Having to stand during that time period hadn’t made his legs feel any better either. Although he had now completely recovered his health and stamina, Godou felt that the memories of the training would haunt him for a while yet. <br> <br>It seemed that the scarecrows they were hitting were connected to the magic research side of the church and that by hitting the scarecrows they had been generating power for the church. The barbaric training that Godou and Ferrex had gone through also turned out to be a test run for a new training regime for Kallamore’s soldiers.&nbsp; <br> <br>(I get that Kallamore is supposed to be a dangerous place because of all the constant monster attacks but, seriously, was this something that a church should be doing?&nbsp; <br> <br>Heck, even that rebound spell turned out to be an application of dark magic. Dark magic! Being used in a secret room underneath a holy church!) <br> <br>There were so many illogical things Godou wanted to complain to about. <br> <br>Conversely, that test run had been deemed a failure for being too extreme. <br> <br>After 5 minutes of hitting the scarecrow Godou had felt bored… <br> <br>After 10 minutes he had faltered in one of his strikes and was awarded with a sudden jolt of pain for it… <br> <br>Godou was also unable to log out. A message appeared whenever he tried saying: <br> <br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">You cannot log out until you have cleared the Basic Training.</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br> <br>By the end of the first hour, fatigue and mental exhaustion had started to catch up on him due to his lack of exercise in the first 3 weeks and he ended up receiving more damage from the scarecrow’s rebound spell… &nbsp; <br> <br>However, this did not prevent him from being able to hit the scarecrow. For some reason, most likely because of the divine gem in the room, he able to continue to move after his stamina had hit its limit and his health also had sudden large bursts of increased regeneration whenever he was close to death. <br> <br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Strength has increased by 1 point</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto">[tr]<table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Stamina has increased by 1 &nbsp;point[/ts]</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br> <br>After more few agonisingly long hours, various messages started appearing in front of him, making it slightly easier for him to endure… <br> <br>But by the end of 10 hours of non-stop “training”, Godou had come to hate the scarecrow standing in front of him… <br> <br>After 72 hours, he couldn’t remember anything… <br> <br>When he came to, Godou found himself lying on one of the beds in the infirmary. Ferrex had been lying on another bed nearby, conscious, but seemingly unable to muster the motivation to move.&nbsp; <br> <br>Lexus had come in by that point to tell them that they their training with the church was complete. Apparently, both Godou and Ferrex and collapsed the moment they had been released from the underground room. &nbsp; <br> <br>Lexus had also given them a piece of paper, saying: <br> <br>“To go to the local training hall and show this to the instructor there to retrieve your reward for passing the basic training. You’re free to do as you like for the next few days but I want to talk to you to about something when you’re both able to leave the town.” <br> <br>Afterwards, Godou had logged off for a while, desperate to escape virtual reality by entering the real world. <br> <br>Logging back on, Godou had found Ferrex loitering around the church and had invited to accompany him around the town. <br> <br>“Do you know where the Training Hall is?” <br> <br>Since he was at loss at what to do first, Godou decided to follow Lexus’s instructions first. <br> <br>“I think so. Do you want me to show you around town as well? I heard that you didn’t have time to explore the city before being trained by the church.” <br> <br>“Sure” <br> <br>Nodding, Ferrex then offered his own proposal to which Godou immediately agreed to. After all, he had been taught to accept the goodwill of others. <br> <br>Thus after a brief tour of the small city/large town, Godou found himself in his current situation. <br> <br>After noticing them standing idly next to the entrance, a burly man came up shouting: <br> <br>“If you’re not here to hit the scarecrows then leave! I won’t accept any lollygagging in my hall– Oh wait, from the looks of things you two have already finished the basic training.” <br> <br>“Yeah the church of Freya trained us. They told us to come here to collect our reward.” <br> <br>Wincing slightly at the loudness of the instructor(?)’s voice, Godou retrieved the note he had gotten from Lexus and handed it over to the instructor. <br> <br>“Okay, wait here” <br> <br>After briefly glancing at the note, the instructor disappeared into a back room but came back shortly, carrying what looked like two long swords. He handed them a sword each and congratulated them, noticeably more friendly than when he first spoke to them.&nbsp; <br> <br>After thanking him, the duo exited the training hall. &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; <br> <br>Dismissing the uneasily feeling he was getting from holding an actual weapon in a town full of people, Godou equipped his new sword.&nbsp; <br> <br>Then curious of the bonuses it gave him Godou opened his stats window which read: <br> <br> <br> <br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Character Name:</td><td>Godou</td><td>Alignment:</td><td>None</td></tr><tr><td>Level:</td><td>2</td><td>Class:</td><td>Classless</td></tr><tr><td>Title:</td><td>None</td><td>Fame:</td><td>142</td></tr><tr><td>Health:</td><td>957</td><td>Mana:</td><td>232</td></tr><tr><td>Strength:</td><td>50+10</td><td>Agility:</td><td>50</td></tr><tr><td>Wisdom:</td><td>50</td><td>Intellect:</td><td>50</td></tr><tr><td>Leadership:</td><td>5</td><td>Luck:</td><td>34</td></tr><tr><td>Stamina:</td><td>50</td><td>Perserverance:</td><td>104</td></tr><tr><td>Sustenance:</td><td>96</td><td>Fighting Spirit:</td><td>39</td></tr><tr><td>Attack:</td><td>11</td><td>Defence</td><td>0</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Magical Resistance:</td></tr><tr><td>Dark Magic</td><td colspan="3">3%</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br> <br> <br>Compared to before he underwent the all the training the church had given him, Godou found that his stats were considerably higher.&nbsp; <br> <br>Conversely, Godou seemed to have unlocked some completely new stats at some point in time.&nbsp; <br> <br> <br> <br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>Perseverance <br>Reduces the physical damage enemies can inflict on you and increases your total health by a small amount. Stat increases automatically when you take damage from melee attacks. You can distribute level up bonuses to this stat.</td></tr><tr><td>Sustenance <br>You are likely to use less stamina in action. You are prohibited from distributing stat level up points to this stat.</td></tr><tr><td>Fighting Spirit <br>You can call on superhuman strength temporally, or bring weaker monsters to their knees with the force from your eyes along. You are prohibited from distributing level up bonus points to this stat and it rises spontaneously depending on the avatar’s actions, especially if you fight monsters for a long time or often confront monsters stronger than your current level.</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br> <br> <br>(Then again, I also had a memory blackout because of the basic training so I might have gotten them then.) <br> <br>Brushing aside the unpleasant memories that were resurfacing in his mind, Godou posed the question: <br> <br>“So now that we’ve gotten our reward, what do we do now?” <br> <br>“You’ve got a point there, there’s really nothing to do since you can’t go outside yet.” <br> <br>“What would you normally do then?” <br> <br>“I would probably go back to the church and stare at the clouds or something… Ah I got it! Why don’t we go to a pub then, know any places?” <br> <br>“Speaking of which, I haven’t seen Mark in a while either. Yeah, I know a place. In fact the owner of it is the one who recommended me to Lexus.” <br> <br>“Okay, lead the way then.” <br> <br>Having decided that, Godou wandered about the town, with Ferrex following, trying to track down his first spawn point.&nbsp; <br> <br>At last he found it and looking around, Godou also spotted a large sign reading [Mark’s Pub] <br> <br>“OH if it isn’t Godou. I haven’t seen you in a while!” <br> <br>Upon entering the pub, Godou was treated to a large shout from Mark. <br> <br>“It’s nice to see you too Mark.” <br> <br>“Hehehe it seems you’ve gotten stronger. Lexus must be doing his job and toughening you up. So has he begged you to become a paladin yet?” <br> <br>“No, I’m not an official trainee of the yet.” <br> <br>“Well I guess he can’t give out any offers before you join the order. So who’s your friend? Come to think of it you look familiar.” <br> <br>While saying that, Mark passed them free drinks. <br> <br>“I am Ferrex Dakef. ” <br> <br>“Ah I remember now, you're &nbsp;that kid who arrived from last year during that battle between the orders of Freya and Beezelb–” <br> <br>“...Last year? Hmmm... yeah, after that Freya took me in and I’ve been with them ever since.” <br> <br>“Hmm I was wondering what happened to you. And from the looks of it you’re not an official member of the church yet either. What is Lexus thinking? If it were me I would’ve immediately tried to reel you two in.” <br> <br>“Speaking of which, Lexus seems to be quite a complex person. He seemed so hard working of the surface but I never expected him to have such an extreme side to him” <br> <br>“Yeah, I’ve been living with the church for years but I never knew he would have something like that underground room prepared.” <br> <br>“Oh so you guys are the reason why Lexus made that strange request. I was wondering why he wanted me to configure a spell timing system and metals arms on scarecrows.” <br> <br>“So you’re the culprit behind those devilish contraptions!” <br> <br>“Hehehe it’s been awhile since I’ve been able tinker around with my blacksmithing skills” <br> <br>“Wait, I thought you said you where an adventurer before you were a pub keeper.” <br> <br>“There’s nothing wrong with being an adventuring blacksmith. Though after being injured during– …8 years ago, I haven’t been able to move around as much as I’d want to.”&nbsp; <br> <br>Ferrex made an astonished exclamation while Godou, who had come to accept the eccentricity of the barman, frowned at the inconsistencies he found in Mark’s statement.&nbsp; <br> <br>“If you were a blacksmith, then why didn’t you open up a blacksmithing shop instead of a pub?” <br> <br>“That’s too mainstream! Besides there’s also the fact that weapon and armour making is a competitive area. After my injury it takes me too long to make things so I decided to give up on it. I tried moving to pubs but it turned out to be even more competitive than blacksmithing! Gaah why am I cursed to make such decisions!” <br> <br>Deciding to ignore Mark’s outburst, Godou steered the conversation to more trivial topics, starting to feel dizzy. Eventually, the regulars in the pub recognised him as the lucky newbie and dragged him off into another gambling marathon which lasted hours. &nbsp; <br> <br>Part 2 <br>The next day... <br> <br>Godou made his way to the church to find Lexus and Ferrex waiting for him. <br> <br>(Damn that idiot Doni.) <br> <br>He hadn’t paid attention to it before but the drink Mark had given him contained alcohol. Puzzled at why the age censorship filter didn’t block the taste of alcohol, Godou had checked his censorship settings and found that the alcohol restrictions were permanently set to match Italy’s, that is 15 years and over. &nbsp;&nbsp; <br> <br>That explained why Godou had been feeling lightheaded at the pub. Although Godou’s physical body had a strong resistance against alcohol, his viritual body seemed to be a different matter. <br> <br>When he reached them, Lexus started speaking. <br> <br>“Okay, the thing is there’s a minor mission that this church just received. However, were a bit shorthanded on staff so none of our stationed paladins and priests can be mobilised without Tellap town weakening considerably. ” <br> <br>Godou nodded. &nbsp;During the time he had spent in the church, he had noticed that he kept running across the same people. &nbsp;He had wondered that there were some other people too important for an unofficial trainee like him to meet but that didn’t seem to be the case.&nbsp; <br> <br>“As a result of all that you too are the only people we can entrust this task to. However, before I can give it to you, you two will have to pass another minor task, otherwise our official trainees are going to complain that we’re being biased–” <br> <br>“Hang on! You’re not going to make us do something outrageous like the scarecrows again are you?” <br> <br>Ferrex asked the cautionary question that Godou had also been pondering on.&nbsp; <br> <br>“No, this time we’ll be doing things normally. The order of Freya has recently had many complaints about how the wolves around Northern Tellap are becoming nuisance. One particularly large pack has been causing trouble. &nbsp;Your task, should you choose to accept it, is to annihilate this pack and bring back their pelts as proof.” <br> <br>Ding! <br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto">[tds]The initial test <br><br>Before Lexus can entrust to you the mission, he needs to have evidence that you are worthy of being able to carry out the task. Therefore, you are required to annihilate the wolf pack causing trouble in the northern section of the woods around Tellap.&nbsp; <br><br>Difficulty: E <br><br>Restrictions: <br>Unofficial trainee of the Order of Freya <br>Completed the basic training <br>Completed the basic education <br>Close relationship with Lexus <br><br>Rewards: <br>Recognition from the members of the church of Freya stationed in Tellap Town <br>+20 fame <br>+10 honour points <br>+10 contribution points to the Order of Freya &nbsp;&nbsp; <br><br>Penalties: <br>Failure results in a loss of respect within the church <br>Quest fails if all party members are killed<table><tbody> </tbody></table></div> <br> <br>“Okay” <br> <br>“I accept”&nbsp; <br> <br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">You have accepted the quest</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br> <br>“Before you start, I suggest you get some practice on the weaker monsters around the town. Now, I wish I could also give a class as well but I’m not allowed to do this unless you are officially part of the church.” <br> <br>After saying that, Lexus pointed them to the direction where the wolf pack was last seen. Godou and Ferrex made a party and headed off in that direction.&nbsp; <br> <br>*** <br>Later at the training field... <br> <br>Godou looked around the field. It seemed to be populated by rabbits with the occasional fox here and there. He noticed that the town walls around this area also seemed abnormally high compared to the other sections. <br> <br>“Why are there walls on this side of the town so much higher than the others?”&nbsp; <br> <br>“To keep the rabbits out… well actually I think the walls were being modified to be like that during the last Kallamore-Haven war but the war ended before more than this side was built and people lost interest in it after that.” <br> <br>Ferrex answered Godou’s question in a half-joking manner before saying. <br> <br>“Speaking of which there’s a lot of rabbits around here. Since it’s your first time fighting monsters why don’t we start with them? Plus, I haven’t fought anything since the church took me in so I’m a bit rusty as well.” <br> <br>Godou looked at a rabbit that had hopped just 5 metres in front of him. From what he could recall, rabbits were passive mobs that only attacked players in self-defence. Staring at it, Godou felt guilty at the thought of attacking such a small animal. After all, he had considered himself to be a pacifist, who much like the rabbit, only fought seriously when he had reasons to do so.&nbsp; <br> <br>(These rabbits probably just want to live a peaceful life frolicking in fields and eating grass or something but end up having that lifestyle ruined when some newbie player who starts hunting them. Then again, this is just a game so I’m probably thinking too deeply into it.) <br> <br>Suppressing his guilty thoughts, Godou approached the rabbit and crouched in front of hit. He drew his sword, raising it to strike the rabbit. The said rabbit turned its head to look at him, its large brown eyes looking at him innocently in his shadow. <br> <br>(Damn it! Don’t look at me like that.) <br> <br>Godou hesitated, his resolve wavering, and then swung the sword down at the rabbit.&nbsp; <br> <br>Now, aside from the few times that Godou had used actively the Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi as a sword (which was rather rare since he was keen on sticking to weapon regulations), Godou had no real experience in handling bladed weapons in reality and the only other time he had used a sword was during the basic training.&nbsp; <br> <br>As such, Godou’s sword strike was not the sharp fast strike of trained swordmasters such as his knights Erica and Liliana, but rather, the sloppy unmotivated hit of an amateur. However, it was an attack that had been forcefully drilled into him through relentless hours spent hitting scarecrows. <br> <br>Thus, Godou had not been expecting it when the rabbit nimbly dodged the sword and sent a vicious kick at his face. [tab]&nbsp; <br> <br>Reflexively, Godou managed to avoid the kick by falling backwards. However, in doing so, he had lost his grip on his sword and fell flat on his back. Capitalising on this moment of weakness, the rabbit landed on him and started jumping on him. <br> <br> <br> <br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td>You have lost 14 HP</td></tr><tr><td>You have lost 12 HP</td></tr><tr><td>You have lost 17 HP</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br> <br>(Don’t get cocky you damn rabbit!) <br> <br>Godou batted the rabbit while it was in mid-air, knocking it a few metres away due to his abnormal strength stat. <br> <br>Panting, Godou rolled over and quickly got to his feet, tensing for the attack he knew the rabbit would make. In doing so he realised the mistake he had made. When he had knocked the rabbit away, it had flown and crashed into another rabbit. <br> <br>As a result, instead of the attack from a single rabbit, Godou now had to face the combined assault of two rabbits leaping up at him. Barehanded. <br> <br>Thinking quickly, Godou grabbed the ears of the first rabbit and used it like a baseball bat (well, more like a cricket bat) to knock away the second rabbit while they were both still in mid-air. &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; <br> <br>The shock of being used in such a manner seemed to have been too much for the first rabbit because it promptly died, dissolving into grey flame and leaving a few coins behind.&nbsp; <br> <br>Now, the second rabbit should be… oh no… <br> <br>Looking over to where the he had sent the second rabbit, Godou saw that it had also somehow fallen on top of two other rabbit causing all of them to rush at him as well. <br> <br>“Hey, a little help here would be appreciated!” <br> <br>Godou called out to Ferrex who had been cracking up on the ground at Godou’s war against rabbits. <br> <br>“Hahaha… sorry, that was just the most entertaining hunting method I’ve seen so far. I don’t know if I should consider you lucky or unlucky now.” <br> <br>Apologising, Ferrex also drew his sword and blocked off two of the rabbits heading towards Godou.&nbsp; <br>The other rabbit charged through unhindered. Godou readied himself, holding up his sword, which he had just retrieved, like a baseball bat. He watched the rabbit’s movement carefully, his concentration heightening to abnormal levels.&nbsp; <br> <br>Compared to the balls thrown by the national pitchers Godou had faced when he still played baseball, the rabbit seemed incomparably slow. Thus, Godou was able to accurately able to time and right moment to strike and tragically separate the rabbits head from the rest of its body. <br> <br>Afterwards, both parts of the rabbit dissolved into grey flame. <br> <br>That seemed too easy.&nbsp; <br> <br>Compared life and death battles involving high speed arrows, swords, claws and even laser beams, the rabbits seemed extremely weak. <br> <br>Reflecting back Godou found it a pleasant change, being able to fight opponents weaker than himself. <br> <br>Then Ferrex came back, having dealt with the other two rabbits, asking: <br> <br>“Well I think it’s safe to move on to foxes now. How are you going in terms of health?” <br> <br>“I have about 95% left” <br> <br>“Well, I better heal you up anyway. Healing Hand!” <br>&nbsp; <br>A light shone from Ferrex’s left hand and hit Godou. Instantly, Godou felt the minor pain from his injuries subside.&nbsp; <br> <br>“How are you able to cast spells? I thought you needed at have a staff.” <br> <br>“Oh that’s because this ring I’m wearing does the same function as a staff. Also, a staff is just a weapon that amplifies magic not having a staff doesn’t mean you can’t use magic. The spells you cast would just be a lot weaker.” <br> <br>Ferrex showed Godou a black ring on his left hand. Although it looked plain, it undoubtedly was a rare item.&nbsp; <br> <br>“Come to think of it, I don’t know your class and level either” <br> <br>“I am level... 102… I am a Sa– I’m a priest. ” <br> <br>“Wow your level’s so much higher than mine.” <br> <br>There was a slight hesitation in Ferrex’s response but Godou decided to let it go. &nbsp; <br> <br>“Please keep in mind that my job is not primarily to kill any monsters apart from undead. And also I most of my training before I met you was not based on increasing my physical stats. Anyway enough about me, I noticed you didn’t use any skills in that fight earlier. Shouldn’t you have learnt a skill from that book Lexus showed you? Or was it a non-combat skill?” <br> <br>“I completely forgot about that. I’ve never used it before so I don’t know what it does. How do I use it do I just call out the name?” <br> <br>“Yeah, most people do that but what really actives the skill is your thoughts.” <br> <br>“Thoughts?” <br> <br>“I mean, considering the fact that there are some people out there who can't speak for whatever reason, there has to be another method of activating the skill. It’s a different matter with spells though, you have to say the whole incantation as well as the spell name unless you’ve reached a certain level of proficiency with the spell.” <br> <br>Ferrex’s explanation was unusually long winded this time. <br> <br>“Okay let me try. Mana Weapon Creation! Damn a bit wordy” <br> <br>Nothing happened. Godou felt disappointed. &nbsp; <br> <br>(Wait, this is a skill that lets me make weapons the how does the game know what weapon to make. Do I have to visualise the weapon first?) <br> <br>Looking the sword in his hand, Godou tried his best to memorise what he could of it and tried the activating the skill.&nbsp; <br> <br>“Mana Weapon Creation” <br> <br>BUZZ <br> <br>A ball of light flashed in Godou’s other hand and took the shape of the sword he was imagining.&nbsp; <br> <br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Mana Weapon has been successfully created</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br> <br>Although parts of the mana sword appeared indistinct, Godou was glad that it hadn’t turned out as something unrecognisable. The mana sword glowed and gave off a humming sound. &nbsp; <br> <br>Godou stared at it, mesmerised and then stopped the skill as he realised how quickly it was depleting his mana.&nbsp; <br> <br>“That’s a pretty draining skill. I guess I’ll have to test how strong the weapons I can make are first though. Speaking of which, you also learn a skill from Lexus. What was your skill?” <br> <br>“Mine’s a non-combat skill called Mana Structure Comprehension. It gives me a chance to copy spells that I have been hit with myself. Thanks to that I was learn the blasted Rebound spell from the scarecrows.” <br> <br>Godou considered testing out the skill on another rabbit but decided against it. Testing new skills against vastly weaker opponents was not something that could be considered training. It would be best if he followed Ferrex’s suggestion and moved on to a fox or a wolf now.&nbsp; <br> <br>Ferrex had sat down by now and was mediating to regain his lost mana. Seeing this, Godou decided to do the same thing.&nbsp; <br> <br>When they had completely recovered, the duo wordlessly stood up and looked for a fox. <br> <br>Upon finding one, Ferrex requested: <br> <br>“Let me play around with this one first, I want to try something.” <br> <br>Godou glanced at Ferrex questioningly. A priest should be a class primarily based on supporting their team through healing and buffing. Whether in reality or games the basic team formation was to have the support in the back and have the fighters protecting them. <br> <br>Except, it seemed as if Ferrex had no intention of staying behind Godou. Was he just confident because of his high level or was it something else? &nbsp; <br> <br>Ferrex charged at the fox intimidating it. It tensed about to leap at him. <br> <br>“Slow!” <br> <br>A bolt of light flew from Ferrex’s left hand and struck the fox as it leapt at him. The speed of the fox’s leap slowed down to about 30% of its original speed by the curse. <br> <br>Sidestepping the fox that had now been reduced to a turtle, Ferrex called out: <br> <br>“Divine power that leads us to triumph, Blessing!” <br> <br>Another bolt of light flew at hit the fox. This time it was a blessing that increased the fox’s strength and agility for a short period of time.&nbsp; <br> <br>The fox leapt at Ferrex again, faster than previously but still slower than its original speed.&nbsp; <br> <br>“Divine radiance that grants protection, Barrier!” <br> <br>The fox crashed into a solid wall of light. It quickly recovered and leapt at Ferrex again. <br> <br>This time Ferrex did not defend in time and got bitten by the fox. Godou stepped forward about to help him until… <br> <br>“Vengeful spirits that vow for revenge, Rebound!”&nbsp; <br> <br>Godou realised what Ferrex was doing. Godou was not the only one who had new skills they wanted to test. Ferrex must have learnt quite a few new spells from reading all those books in the church. <br> <br>After Ferrex had tested out a series of other different spells, he healed the fox saying: <br> <br>“Ok that’s my bit done do you want me to leave it like that?” <br> <br>He was referring to the fox which was still under the effects of the slowing curse. <br> <br>“No, could you dispel your curse? Actually could you buff the fox as well?” <br> <br>Godou had been observing the movements of the fox during the fight. Now that he had seen its attack pattern Godou was confident that he would be able to take it on. If he were a certain distance from the fox then it would leap at him. If he attacked it in a certain manner then it would perform a certain action. All this became obvious thanks the slowing curse. <br> <br>“Okay, your call. Dispel! Divine power that leads us to triumph, Blessing!” <br> <br>The fox charged at Ferrex, enraged at being toyed around with so much. Godou quickly intercepted it with a tackle from the side as it leapt in the air.&nbsp; <br> <br>Recovering at about the same time as the fox, Godou rolled to his feet and slashed at it, forcing it to leap backwards. <br> <br>“Mana weap– ” <br> <br>The fox attacked him again before he could activate his skill. Using all his strength, he dived to the side, the fox’s fangs barely grazing his side. A savage grin unconsciously split across Godou’s face. <br> <br>Landing uncomfortably on the ground, he quickly scrambled to his feet and bashed the fox away with his sword as it tried to leap at him again.&nbsp; <br> <br>“Mana weapon Creat– ” <br> <br>Once again it interrupted him before he could finish. Calling out the skill name wasn’t the difficult part of executing the skill. It was the matter simultaneously yelling out the name and focusing to visualise the sword which prevented Godou from using the skill. <br> <br>Feeling frustrated Godou stopped trying to say the full name of the skill and yelled out the first thing related to the skill that came to mind. <br> <br>“Trace On! Create!” <br> <br>BUZZ <br> <br>It worked! Feeling exhilarated about finally being able to use the skill, Godou sidestepped the fox as it charged at him again and swung the mana sword at it. <br> <br>SHATTER <br> <br>The mana sword cut the fox slightly before shattering into pieces. Godou stared at it dumbfounded for the briefest fraction of a second before the pieces violently exploded.&nbsp; <br> <br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">You lost 245 Health</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Mana Weapon Creation Level Up! <br>- Size of weapons created has increased <br>- Durability of weapons created has increased</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br> <br>The fox died from the explosion whilst Godou had been knocked off his feet. <br> <br>Contrary to expectation, this explosion was completely silent.&nbsp; <br> <br>“That’s an interesting skill you learnt. Seems a bit risky though. Healing Hand!” <br> <br>“I was not expecting it to explode like that” <br> <br>Staying on the ground, Godou started to mediate to regain his used up mana. He wondered how he was supposed to use a skill like that. No, it might be better to think about how someone else would use it. Although he did not intend to copy others, Godou felt that he could at least get some inspiration by think about it. <br> <br>Savatore Doni would probably do something ridiculous like… no let’s not think about that idiot. <br> <br>Liliana might use the skill to make an infinite source of arrows or something similar. Exploding arrows would definitely be dangerous… However, Godou did not know anything about archery...&nbsp; <br> <br>Erica would… hmm that could work. <br> <br>Checking that his mana was completely full, Godou got to his feet and started looking for another fox. <br> <br>“I think I’ve figured out a way to use it” <br> <br>“Really? This should be interesting.”&nbsp; <br> <br>After spotting one, Godou walked up to it and stopped about 20m away from it. Closing his eyes, Godou looked back in his memories trying to visualise the weapon which Erica had sometimes used. <br> <br>“Create!” <br> <br>BUZZ <br> <br>He looked at the weapon in his hands. A 2 metre long spear with about 1 quarter of its length making up the thin spearhead. Perfect! <br> <br>It was a weapon designed to break to after being thrown to hinder the enemy. In other words, Godou had just recreated a javelin once used by the Roman military, a pilum.&nbsp; <br> <br>Holding it up, Godou took a step forward and threw it at the fox with all the force he could muster. <br> <br>It flew quickly through the air and impaled the startled fox. It exploded shortly after. The fox having survived the attack, snarled and charged at Godou. <br> <br>“Wow you took out 92% of the fox’s health with that” <br> <br>Ferrex used his powers as a priest to report the extent of the damage on the fox before killing it with his sword. <br> <br>During this time Godou had only activated the skill for about 7 seconds. As such he still had about one third of his mana remaining. &nbsp; <br> <br>“How much stronger are wolves?” <br> <br>“About the same as the buffed fox. I think you should level up a bit before we face them. Well, you currently have the stats of a level 30 warrior/mage due to the training but I think a little more Health wouldn't hurt.” <br> <br>Not feeling patient enough to wait for his mana to regenerate, Godou looked around more foxes to kill. Ferrex gave him some support from behind mostly staying at the back this time since Godou was the one who needed to level up quickly, he even applied a blessing on him that increased his growth rate temporarily.&nbsp; <br> <br>Whenever he had enough mana Godou made mana javelins and threw them. He also started to experiment with the other weapons he could create.&nbsp; <br> <br>During this process he got up to level 10 and had distributed all the level up stat bonuses equally between Strength, Agility, Wisdom and Intelligence. During this time, he had received the following message. <br> <br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">You have learn Throwing Weapon Mastery Beginner 1</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Throwing Weapon Mastery Beginner 1 <br>+ 5% damage of thrown projectiles <br>+ 1% speed of thrown projectiles</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br> <br>Part 3 <br>Afterwards, they went back to town somehow managed to persuade a hunter to track down the wolf pack for them. <br> <br>After approximately 20 minutes of searching for clues in the mountain forest, they found a small cave. At that point the hunter said: <br> <br>“All the foot prints led into that cave so I’m willing to bet that it’s the wolf den. If it is, then it seems to be a rather large pack, about 40 wolves in there. Well, I’m not too keen to stick around here since there might be wolves patrolling around so I’m going back. Happy hunting.” <br> <br>And headed back to town, leaving Godou and Ferrex by themselves.&nbsp; <br> <br>“That Lexus, his making us do something outrageous again. When he said a wolf pack I thought it’d only be 13 or 14 of them” <br> <br>Ferrex placed his complaint. Godou was about to agree with him when he heard a sound behind them. Startled they turned around. <br> <br>They had encountered a pair of wolves. <br> <br>There was a moment of silence as the two sides looked at each other. Godou noted that these wolves seemed a lot larger and more threatening than the foxes he fought before. <br> <br>Then, simultaneously, the wolves leapt at them. <br> <br>“So we’re up against about 40 of these.&nbsp; <br> <br>While dodging the jaws of the wolf he was facing and casually placing the slowing curse on it, Ferrex made the remark. <br> <br>“How bout we spilt it so that we both take on 20 each? Create!” <br> <br>Godou made his reply as he dropped to one knee and created a mana spear, placing it so that the butt of the spear was supported in the ground and the tip was directed at the wolf.&nbsp; <br> <br>Unable to change its direction, the wolf ran straight into the spearhead. The spear broke and promptly exploded, blasting the wolf away. It came to a stop with a sickening crunch as it smashed into a tree.&nbsp; <br> <br>“That hardly seems fair since I’m a healer and the only useable offense skill I have is the rebound spell.” <br> <br>Godou, who had been expecting the explosion to happen, had braced his lower body so he had not been too badly affected by it. The wolf got to its feet, dazed and badly injured, but still capable of fighting. It raised its head, about to howl and call for help.&nbsp; <br> <br>“You’re physical capabilities are pretty much the same as mine! Wait do you have other offensive skills?” <br> <br>Seeing its intentions, Godou quickly drew his sword and threw it at the wolf. It flew at the wolf’s throat point first and skewered it to the tree before it could make a sound. &nbsp; <br> <br>“I blame that on Lexus and yeah but certain restrictions must be met before I can use them... I think.” <br> <br>The wolf whimpered and then died. Godou turned to see Ferrex about to deal the finishing blow to the wolf he was facing. <br> <br>“Oh I hate troublesome abilities like that. Is there any chance of satisfying these conditions?” <br> <br>It seemed that after being slowed to a snail’s pace by Ferrex’s curse, the other wolf had had absolutely no chance of winning.&nbsp; <br> <br>“Nope. It doesn’t seem like we can collapse the cave on them either. Maybe we can block off the entrance so they only come at us one at a time.” <br> <br>As Ferrex appeared perfectly capable of soloing the wolf himself, Godou went to retrieve his sword. <br> <br>“I don’t think that would work. Those wolves would hear us moving the blockade in place. Besides they’d probably come through some other side entrance we don’t know about and attack us from there as well.” <br> <br>“Your ability to adapt to change is truly frightening. A few hours ago you were playing around with foxes and rabbits, now you’re ready to take on a wolf pack.” <br> <br>“Please don’t say it as if I’m some sort of monster.” <br> <br>Feeling disgruntled at that statement for some reason, then Godou said: <br> <br>“It looks like we can only do a frontal charge. Conserve your mana and only use it for healing. We’ll just have to improvise something. <br> <br>“But that’s practically suicide! Wait, no it isn’t. With our perseverance we will surely be fine! No matter what fighting 40 wolves cannot be worse than hitting a scarecrow every few seconds for 3 weeks straight!” <br> <br>Having decided that, Godou and Ferrex healed up and cautiously entered the wolf den. Luckily, all the remaining wolves in the den were sleeping when they had entered. As a result, they were able to reduce the number of wolves by 8 before the rest of them woke up.&nbsp; <br> <br>After that the duo underwent a desperate battle in which they were forced to face 33 wolves in an enclosed space. <br> <br>3 hours later they appeared before Lexus with their clothes ripped to rags and swords bent and covered in notches to notify him that they had completed the quest.&nbsp; <br> <br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Quest Complete! <br>Having successfully purged a nuisance wolf pack, the church now acknowledges you. <br> <br>+20 fame <br>+10 honour points <br>+10 contribution points to the Order of Freya</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br> <br> <br>“Now that you have proven yourself, I can now safely tell you your real mission. A church in the nearby town of Naidiriv is low on members and needs more people to defend the village. We have answered their calls by sending a few of our other members ahead of you but we have no had contact with them for weeks. We need you guys to go and join the defence force there as mercenaries. So do you accept?” <br> <br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Reinforcements <br>The church of Freya has received a call for help from Naidiriv. Other members have been dispatched ahead of you but contact with them has been lost for about 4 weeks. You are to act as reinforcements in that town and if possible find out what happened to the missing members. <br> <br>Difficulty: C <br> <br>Restrictions: <br>Acknowledged by the Order of Freya <br> <br>Rewards <br>+500 Contribution points to the Order of Freya <br>+100 Fame <br> <br>Penalties:&nbsp; <br>Will result in a loss of familiarity with the Order of Freya if the quest fails.</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br> <br> <br>““I accept”” <br> <br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">You have accepted the quest</td></tr></tbody></table></div><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Your party has accepted the quest</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br> <br>----------- <br>It took longer to write this than I expected <br>I might release the next chapter in parts. <br>Props go to Lin4t for the Bigpond reference. </div>

Part 1 6 days later… (In-game) Godou followed Ferrex into the training hall. Inside were rows upon rows of scarecrows.  He shuddered as he remembered the aching of his arms and shoulders as a result of hitting scarecrows non-stop for the equivalent of 3 weeks inside a similar room under the church.  Having to stand during that time period hadn’t made his legs feel any better either. Although he had now completely recovered his health and stamina, Godou felt that the memories of the training would haunt him for a while yet. It seemed that the scarecrows they were hitting were connected to the magic research side of the church and that by hitting the scarecrows they had been generating power for the church. The barbaric training that Godou and Ferrex had gone through also turned out to be a test run for a new training regime for Kallamore’s soldiers.  (I get that Kallamore is supposed to be a dangerous place because of all the constant monster attacks but, seriously, was this something that a church should be doing?  Heck, even that rebound spell turned out to be an application of dark magic. Dark magic! Being used in a secret room underneath a holy church!) There were so many illogical things Godou wanted to complain to about. Conversely, that test run had been deemed a failure for being too extreme. After 5 minutes of hitting the scarecrow Godou had felt bored… After 10 minutes he had faltered in one of his strikes and was awarded with a sudden jolt of pain for it… Godou was also unable to log out. A message appeared whenever he tried saying: | You cannot log out until you have cleared the Basic Training. | | --- | By the end of the first hour, fatigue and mental exhaustion had started to catch up on him due to his lack of exercise in the first 3 weeks and he ended up receiving more damage from the scarecrow’s rebound spell…   However, this did not prevent him from being able to hit the scarecrow. For some reason, most likely because of the divine gem in the room, he able to continue to move after his stamina had hit its limit and his health also had sudden large bursts of increased regeneration whenever he was close to death. | Strength has increased by 1 point | | --- | [tr] | Stamina has increased by 1  point[/ts] | | --- | After more few agonisingly long hours, various messages started appearing in front of him, making it slightly easier for him to endure… But by the end of 10 hours of non-stop “training”, Godou had come to hate the scarecrow standing in front of him… After 72 hours, he couldn’t remember anything… When he came to, Godou found himself lying on one of the beds in the infirmary. Ferrex had been lying on another bed nearby, conscious, but seemingly unable to muster the motivation to move.  Lexus had come in by that point to tell them that they their training with the church was complete. Apparently, both Godou and Ferrex and collapsed the moment they had been released from the underground room.   Lexus had also given them a piece of paper, saying: “To go to the local training hall and show this to the instructor there to retrieve your reward for passing the basic training. You’re free to do as you like for the next few days but I want to talk to you to about something when you’re both able to leave the town.” Afterwards, Godou had logged off for a while, desperate to escape virtual reality by entering the real world. Logging back on, Godou had found Ferrex loitering around the church and had invited to accompany him around the town. “Do you know where the Training Hall is?” Since he was at loss at what to do first, Godou decided to follow Lexus’s instructions first. “I think so. Do you want me to show you around town as well? I heard that you didn’t have time to explore the city before being trained by the church.” “Sure” Nodding, Ferrex then offered his own proposal to which Godou immediately agreed to. After all, he had been taught to accept the goodwill of others. Thus after a brief tour of the small city/large town, Godou found himself in his current situation. After noticing them standing idly next to the entrance, a burly man came up shouting: “If you’re not here to hit the scarecrows then leave! I won’t accept any lollygagging in my hall– Oh wait, from the looks of things you two have already finished the basic training.” “Yeah the church of Freya trained us. They told us to come here to collect our reward.” Wincing slightly at the loudness of the instructor(?)’s voice, Godou retrieved the note he had gotten from Lexus and handed it over to the instructor. “Okay, wait here” After briefly glancing at the note, the instructor disappeared into a back room but came back shortly, carrying what looked like two long swords. He handed them a sword each and congratulated them, noticeably more friendly than when he first spoke to them.  After thanking him, the duo exited the training hall.      Dismissing the uneasily feeling he was getting from holding an actual weapon in a town full of people, Godou equipped his new sword.  Then curious of the bonuses it gave him Godou opened his stats window which read: | Character Name: | Godou | Alignment: | None | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Level: | 2 | Class: | Classless | | Title: | None | Fame: | 142 | | Health: | 957 | Mana: | 232 | | Strength: | 50+10 | Agility: | 50 | | Wisdom: | 50 | Intellect: | 50 | | Leadership: | 5 | Luck: | 34 | | Stamina: | 50 | Perserverance: | 104 | | Sustenance: | 96 | Fighting Spirit: | 39 | | Attack: | 11 | Defence | 0 | | Magical Resistance: | | | | | Dark Magic | 3% | | | Compared to before he underwent the all the training the church had given him, Godou found that his stats were considerably higher.  Conversely, Godou seemed to have unlocked some completely new stats at some point in time.  | Perseverance Reduces the physical damage enemies can inflict on you and increases your total health by a small amount. Stat increases automatically when you take damage from melee attacks. You can distribute level up bonuses to this stat. | | --- | | Sustenance You are likely to use less stamina in action. You are prohibited from distributing stat level up points to this stat. | | Fighting Spirit You can call on superhuman strength temporally, or bring weaker monsters to their knees with the force from your eyes along. You are prohibited from distributing level up bonus points to this stat and it rises spontaneously depending on the avatar’s actions, especially if you fight monsters for a long time or often confront monsters stronger than your current level. | (Then again, I also had a memory blackout because of the basic training so I might have gotten them then.) Brushing aside the unpleasant memories that were resurfacing in his mind, Godou posed the question: “So now that we’ve gotten our reward, what do we do now?” “You’ve got a point there, there’s really nothing to do since you can’t go outside yet.” “What would you normally do then?” “I would probably go back to the church and stare at the clouds or something… Ah I got it! Why don’t we go to a pub then, know any places?” “Speaking of which, I haven’t seen Mark in a while either. Yeah, I know a place. In fact the owner of it is the one who recommended me to Lexus.” “Okay, lead the way then.” Having decided that, Godou wandered about the town, with Ferrex following, trying to track down his first spawn point.  At last he found it and looking around, Godou also spotted a large sign reading [Mark’s Pub] “OH if it isn’t Godou. I haven’t seen you in a while!” Upon entering the pub, Godou was treated to a large shout from Mark. “It’s nice to see you too Mark.” “Hehehe it seems you’ve gotten stronger. Lexus must be doing his job and toughening you up. So has he begged you to become a paladin yet?” “No, I’m not an official trainee of the yet.” “Well I guess he can’t give out any offers before you join the order. So who’s your friend? Come to think of it you look familiar.” While saying that, Mark passed them free drinks. “I am Ferrex Dakef. ” “Ah I remember now, you're  that kid who arrived from last year during that battle between the orders of Freya and Beezelb–” “...Last year? Hmmm... yeah, after that Freya took me in and I’ve been with them ever since.” “Hmm I was wondering what happened to you. And from the looks of it you’re not an official member of the church yet either. What is Lexus thinking? If it were me I would’ve immediately tried to reel you two in.” “Speaking of which, Lexus seems to be quite a complex person. He seemed so hard working of the surface but I never expected him to have such an extreme side to him” “Yeah, I’ve been living with the church for years but I never knew he would have something like that underground room prepared.” “Oh so you guys are the reason why Lexus made that strange request. I was wondering why he wanted me to configure a spell timing system and metals arms on scarecrows.” “So you’re the culprit behind those devilish contraptions!” “Hehehe it’s been awhile since I’ve been able tinker around with my blacksmithing skills” “Wait, I thought you said you where an adventurer before you were a pub keeper.” “There’s nothing wrong with being an adventuring blacksmith. Though after being injured during– …8 years ago, I haven’t been able to move around as much as I’d want to.”  Ferrex made an astonished exclamation while Godou, who had come to accept the eccentricity of the barman, frowned at the inconsistencies he found in Mark’s statement.  “If you were a blacksmith, then why didn’t you open up a blacksmithing shop instead of a pub?” “That’s too mainstream! Besides there’s also the fact that weapon and armour making is a competitive area. After my injury it takes me too long to make things so I decided to give up on it. I tried moving to pubs but it turned out to be even more competitive than blacksmithing! Gaah why am I cursed to make such decisions!” Deciding to ignore Mark’s outburst, Godou steered the conversation to more trivial topics, starting to feel dizzy. Eventually, the regulars in the pub recognised him as the lucky newbie and dragged him off into another gambling marathon which lasted hours.   Part 2 The next day... Godou made his way to the church to find Lexus and Ferrex waiting for him. (Damn that idiot Doni.) He hadn’t paid attention to it before but the drink Mark had given him contained alcohol. Puzzled at why the age censorship filter didn’t block the taste of alcohol, Godou had checked his censorship settings and found that the alcohol restrictions were permanently set to match Italy’s, that is 15 years and over.    That explained why Godou had been feeling lightheaded at the pub. Although Godou’s physical body had a strong resistance against alcohol, his viritual body seemed to be a different matter. When he reached them, Lexus started speaking. “Okay, the thing is there’s a minor mission that this church just received. However, were a bit shorthanded on staff so none of our stationed paladins and priests can be mobilised without Tellap town weakening considerably. ” Godou nodded.  During the time he had spent in the church, he had noticed that he kept running across the same people.  He had wondered that there were some other people too important for an unofficial trainee like him to meet but that didn’t seem to be the case.  “As a result of all that you too are the only people we can entrust this task to. However, before I can give it to you, you two will have to pass another minor task, otherwise our official trainees are going to complain that we’re being biased–” “Hang on! You’re not going to make us do something outrageous like the scarecrows again are you?” Ferrex asked the cautionary question that Godou had also been pondering on.  “No, this time we’ll be doing things normally. The order of Freya has recently had many complaints about how the wolves around Northern Tellap are becoming nuisance. One particularly large pack has been causing trouble.  Your task, should you choose to accept it, is to annihilate this pack and bring back their pelts as proof.” Ding! [tds]The initial test Before Lexus can entrust to you the mission, he needs to have evidence that you are worthy of being able to carry out the task. Therefore, you are required to annihilate the wolf pack causing trouble in the northern section of the woods around Tellap.  Difficulty: E Restrictions: Unofficial trainee of the Order of Freya Completed the basic training Completed the basic education Close relationship with Lexus Rewards: Recognition from the members of the church of Freya stationed in Tellap Town +20 fame +10 honour points +10 contribution points to the Order of Freya    Penalties: Failure results in a loss of respect within the church Quest fails if all party members are killed “Okay” “I accept”  | You have accepted the quest | | --- | “Before you start, I suggest you get some practice on the weaker monsters around the town. Now, I wish I could also give a class as well but I’m not allowed to do this unless you are officially part of the church.” After saying that, Lexus pointed them to the direction where the wolf pack was last seen. Godou and Ferrex made a party and headed off in that direction.  *** Later at the training field... Godou looked around the field. It seemed to be populated by rabbits with the occasional fox here and there. He noticed that the town walls around this area also seemed abnormally high compared to the other sections. “Why are there walls on this side of the town so much higher than the others?”  “To keep the rabbits out… well actually I think the walls were being modified to be like that during the last Kallamore-Haven war but the war ended before more than this side was built and people lost interest in it after that.” Ferrex answered Godou’s question in a half-joking manner before saying. “Speaking of which there’s a lot of rabbits around here. Since it’s your first time fighting monsters why don’t we start with them? Plus, I haven’t fought anything since the church took me in so I’m a bit rusty as well.” Godou looked at a rabbit that had hopped just 5 metres in front of him. From what he could recall, rabbits were passive mobs that only attacked players in self-defence. Staring at it, Godou felt guilty at the thought of attacking such a small animal. After all, he had considered himself to be a pacifist, who much like the rabbit, only fought seriously when he had reasons to do so.  (These rabbits probably just want to live a peaceful life frolicking in fields and eating grass or something but end up having that lifestyle ruined when some newbie player who starts hunting them. Then again, this is just a game so I’m probably thinking too deeply into it.) Suppressing his guilty thoughts, Godou approached the rabbit and crouched in front of hit. He drew his sword, raising it to strike the rabbit. The said rabbit turned its head to look at him, its large brown eyes looking at him innocently in his shadow. (Damn it! Don’t look at me like that.) Godou hesitated, his resolve wavering, and then swung the sword down at the rabbit.  Now, aside from the few times that Godou had used actively the Ama no Murakumo no Tsurugi as a sword (which was rather rare since he was keen on sticking to weapon regulations), Godou had no real experience in handling bladed weapons in reality and the only other time he had used a sword was during the basic training.  As such, Godou’s sword strike was not the sharp fast strike of trained swordmasters such as his knights Erica and Liliana, but rather, the sloppy unmotivated hit of an amateur. However, it was an attack that had been forcefully drilled into him through relentless hours spent hitting scarecrows. Thus, Godou had not been expecting it when the rabbit nimbly dodged the sword and sent a vicious kick at his face. [tab]  Reflexively, Godou managed to avoid the kick by falling backwards. However, in doing so, he had lost his grip on his sword and fell flat on his back. Capitalising on this moment of weakness, the rabbit landed on him and started jumping on him. | You have lost 14 HP | | --- | | You have lost 12 HP | | You have lost 17 HP | (Don’t get cocky you damn rabbit!) Godou batted the rabbit while it was in mid-air, knocking it a few metres away due to his abnormal strength stat. Panting, Godou rolled over and quickly got to his feet, tensing for the attack he knew the rabbit would make. In doing so he realised the mistake he had made. When he had knocked the rabbit away, it had flown and crashed into another rabbit. As a result, instead of the attack from a single rabbit, Godou now had to face the combined assault of two rabbits leaping up at him. Barehanded. Thinking quickly, Godou grabbed the ears of the first rabbit and used it like a baseball bat (well, more like a cricket bat) to knock away the second rabbit while they were both still in mid-air.      The shock of being used in such a manner seemed to have been too much for the first rabbit because it promptly died, dissolving into grey flame and leaving a few coins behind.  Now, the second rabbit should be… oh no… Looking over to where the he had sent the second rabbit, Godou saw that it had also somehow fallen on top of two other rabbit causing all of them to rush at him as well. “Hey, a little help here would be appreciated!” Godou called out to Ferrex who had been cracking up on the ground at Godou’s war against rabbits. “Hahaha… sorry, that was just the most entertaining hunting method I’ve seen so far. I don’t know if I should consider you lucky or unlucky now.” Apologising, Ferrex also drew his sword and blocked off two of the rabbits heading towards Godou.  The other rabbit charged through unhindered. Godou readied himself, holding up his sword, which he had just retrieved, like a baseball bat. He watched the rabbit’s movement carefully, his concentration heightening to abnormal levels.  Compared to the balls thrown by the national pitchers Godou had faced when he still played baseball, the rabbit seemed incomparably slow. Thus, Godou was able to accurately able to time and right moment to strike and tragically separate the rabbits head from the rest of its body. Afterwards, both parts of the rabbit dissolved into grey flame. That seemed too easy.  Compared life and death battles involving high speed arrows, swords, claws and even laser beams, the rabbits seemed extremely weak. Reflecting back Godou found it a pleasant change, being able to fight opponents weaker than himself. Then Ferrex came back, having dealt with the other two rabbits, asking: “Well I think it’s safe to move on to foxes now. How are you going in terms of health?” “I have about 95% left” “Well, I better heal you up anyway. Healing Hand!”   A light shone from Ferrex’s left hand and hit Godou. Instantly, Godou felt the minor pain from his injuries subside.  “How are you able to cast spells? I thought you needed at have a staff.” “Oh that’s because this ring I’m wearing does the same function as a staff. Also, a staff is just a weapon that amplifies magic not having a staff doesn’t mean you can’t use magic. The spells you cast would just be a lot weaker.” Ferrex showed Godou a black ring on his left hand. Although it looked plain, it undoubtedly was a rare item.  “Come to think of it, I don’t know your class and level either” “I am level... 102… I am a Sa– I’m a priest. ” “Wow your level’s so much higher than mine.” There was a slight hesitation in Ferrex’s response but Godou decided to let it go.   “Please keep in mind that my job is not primarily to kill any monsters apart from undead. And also I most of my training before I met you was not based on increasing my physical stats. Anyway enough about me, I noticed you didn’t use any skills in that fight earlier. Shouldn’t you have learnt a skill from that book Lexus showed you? Or was it a non-combat skill?” “I completely forgot about that. I’ve never used it before so I don’t know what it does. How do I use it do I just call out the name?” “Yeah, most people do that but what really actives the skill is your thoughts.” “Thoughts?” “I mean, considering the fact that there are some people out there who can't speak for whatever reason, there has to be another method of activating the skill. It’s a different matter with spells though, you have to say the whole incantation as well as the spell name unless you’ve reached a certain level of proficiency with the spell.” Ferrex’s explanation was unusually long winded this time. “Okay let me try. Mana Weapon Creation! Damn a bit wordy” Nothing happened. Godou felt disappointed.   (Wait, this is a skill that lets me make weapons the how does the game know what weapon to make. Do I have to visualise the weapon first?) Looking the sword in his hand, Godou tried his best to memorise what he could of it and tried the activating the skill.  “Mana Weapon Creation” BUZZ A ball of light flashed in Godou’s other hand and took the shape of the sword he was imagining.  | Mana Weapon has been successfully created | | --- | Although parts of the mana sword appeared indistinct, Godou was glad that it hadn’t turned out as something unrecognisable. The mana sword glowed and gave off a humming sound.   Godou stared at it, mesmerised and then stopped the skill as he realised how quickly it was depleting his mana.  “That’s a pretty draining skill. I guess I’ll have to test how strong the weapons I can make are first though. Speaking of which, you also learn a skill from Lexus. What was your skill?” “Mine’s a non-combat skill called Mana Structure Comprehension. It gives me a chance to copy spells that I have been hit with myself. Thanks to that I was learn the blasted Rebound spell from the scarecrows.” Godou considered testing out the skill on another rabbit but decided against it. Testing new skills against vastly weaker opponents was not something that could be considered training. It would be best if he followed Ferrex’s suggestion and moved on to a fox or a wolf now.  Ferrex had sat down by now and was mediating to regain his lost mana. Seeing this, Godou decided to do the same thing.  When they had completely recovered, the duo wordlessly stood up and looked for a fox. Upon finding one, Ferrex requested: “Let me play around with this one first, I want to try something.” Godou glanced at Ferrex questioningly. A priest should be a class primarily based on supporting their team through healing and buffing. Whether in reality or games the basic team formation was to have the support in the back and have the fighters protecting them. Except, it seemed as if Ferrex had no intention of staying behind Godou. Was he just confident because of his high level or was it something else?   Ferrex charged at the fox intimidating it. It tensed about to leap at him. “Slow!” A bolt of light flew from Ferrex’s left hand and struck the fox as it leapt at him. The speed of the fox’s leap slowed down to about 30% of its original speed by the curse. Sidestepping the fox that had now been reduced to a turtle, Ferrex called out: “Divine power that leads us to triumph, Blessing!” Another bolt of light flew at hit the fox. This time it was a blessing that increased the fox’s strength and agility for a short period of time.  The fox leapt at Ferrex again, faster than previously but still slower than its original speed.  “Divine radiance that grants protection, Barrier!” The fox crashed into a solid wall of light. It quickly recovered and leapt at Ferrex again. This time Ferrex did not defend in time and got bitten by the fox. Godou stepped forward about to help him until… “Vengeful spirits that vow for revenge, Rebound!”  Godou realised what Ferrex was doing. Godou was not the only one who had new skills they wanted to test. Ferrex must have learnt quite a few new spells from reading all those books in the church. After Ferrex had tested out a series of other different spells, he healed the fox saying: “Ok that’s my bit done do you want me to leave it like that?” He was referring to the fox which was still under the effects of the slowing curse. “No, could you dispel your curse? Actually could you buff the fox as well?” Godou had been observing the movements of the fox during the fight. Now that he had seen its attack pattern Godou was confident that he would be able to take it on. If he were a certain distance from the fox then it would leap at him. If he attacked it in a certain manner then it would perform a certain action. All this became obvious thanks the slowing curse. “Okay, your call. Dispel! Divine power that leads us to triumph, Blessing!” The fox charged at Ferrex, enraged at being toyed around with so much. Godou quickly intercepted it with a tackle from the side as it leapt in the air.  Recovering at about the same time as the fox, Godou rolled to his feet and slashed at it, forcing it to leap backwards. “Mana weap– ” The fox attacked him again before he could activate his skill. Using all his strength, he dived to the side, the fox’s fangs barely grazing his side. A savage grin unconsciously split across Godou’s face. Landing uncomfortably on the ground, he quickly scrambled to his feet and bashed the fox away with his sword as it tried to leap at him again.  “Mana weapon Creat– ” Once again it interrupted him before he could finish. Calling out the skill name wasn’t the difficult part of executing the skill. It was the matter simultaneously yelling out the name and focusing to visualise the sword which prevented Godou from using the skill. Feeling frustrated Godou stopped trying to say the full name of the skill and yelled out the first thing related to the skill that came to mind. “Trace On! Create!” BUZZ It worked! Feeling exhilarated about finally being able to use the skill, Godou sidestepped the fox as it charged at him again and swung the mana sword at it. SHATTER The mana sword cut the fox slightly before shattering into pieces. Godou stared at it dumbfounded for the briefest fraction of a second before the pieces violently exploded.  | You lost 245 Health | | --- | | Mana Weapon Creation Level Up! - Size of weapons created has increased - Durability of weapons created has increased | | --- | The fox died from the explosion whilst Godou had been knocked off his feet. Contrary to expectation, this explosion was completely silent.  “That’s an interesting skill you learnt. Seems a bit risky though. Healing Hand!” “I was not expecting it to explode like that” Staying on the ground, Godou started to mediate to regain his used up mana. He wondered how he was supposed to use a skill like that. No, it might be better to think about how someone else would use it. Although he did not intend to copy others, Godou felt that he could at least get some inspiration by think about it. Savatore Doni would probably do something ridiculous like… no let’s not think about that idiot. Liliana might use the skill to make an infinite source of arrows or something similar. Exploding arrows would definitely be dangerous… However, Godou did not know anything about archery...  Erica would… hmm that could work. Checking that his mana was completely full, Godou got to his feet and started looking for another fox. “I think I’ve figured out a way to use it” “Really? This should be interesting.”  After spotting one, Godou walked up to it and stopped about 20m away from it. Closing his eyes, Godou looked back in his memories trying to visualise the weapon which Erica had sometimes used. “Create!” BUZZ He looked at the weapon in his hands. A 2 metre long spear with about 1 quarter of its length making up the thin spearhead. Perfect! It was a weapon designed to break to after being thrown to hinder the enemy. In other words, Godou had just recreated a javelin once used by the Roman military, a pilum.  Holding it up, Godou took a step forward and threw it at the fox with all the force he could muster. It flew quickly through the air and impaled the startled fox. It exploded shortly after. The fox having survived the attack, snarled and charged at Godou. “Wow you took out 92% of the fox’s health with that” Ferrex used his powers as a priest to report the extent of the damage on the fox before killing it with his sword. During this time Godou had only activated the skill for about 7 seconds. As such he still had about one third of his mana remaining.   “How much stronger are wolves?” “About the same as the buffed fox. I think you should level up a bit before we face them. Well, you currently have the stats of a level 30 warrior/mage due to the training but I think a little more Health wouldn't hurt.” Not feeling patient enough to wait for his mana to regenerate, Godou looked around more foxes to kill. Ferrex gave him some support from behind mostly staying at the back this time since Godou was the one who needed to level up quickly, he even applied a blessing on him that increased his growth rate temporarily.  Whenever he had enough mana Godou made mana javelins and threw them. He also started to experiment with the other weapons he could create.  During this process he got up to level 10 and had distributed all the level up stat bonuses equally between Strength, Agility, Wisdom and Intelligence. During this time, he had received the following message. | You have learn Throwing Weapon Mastery Beginner 1 | | --- | | Throwing Weapon Mastery Beginner 1 + 5% damage of thrown projectiles + 1% speed of thrown projectiles | | --- | Part 3 Afterwards, they went back to town somehow managed to persuade a hunter to track down the wolf pack for them. After approximately 20 minutes of searching for clues in the mountain forest, they found a small cave. At that point the hunter said: “All the foot prints led into that cave so I’m willing to bet that it’s the wolf den. If it is, then it seems to be a rather large pack, about 40 wolves in there. Well, I’m not too keen to stick around here since there might be wolves patrolling around so I’m going back. Happy hunting.” And headed back to town, leaving Godou and Ferrex by themselves.  “That Lexus, his making us do something outrageous again. When he said a wolf pack I thought it’d only be 13 or 14 of them” Ferrex placed his complaint. Godou was about to agree with him when he heard a sound behind them. Startled they turned around. They had encountered a pair of wolves. There was a moment of silence as the two sides looked at each other. Godou noted that these wolves seemed a lot larger and more threatening than the foxes he fought before. Then, simultaneously, the wolves leapt at them. “So we’re up against about 40 of these.  While dodging the jaws of the wolf he was facing and casually placing the slowing curse on it, Ferrex made the remark. “How bout we spilt it so that we both take on 20 each? Create!” Godou made his reply as he dropped to one knee and created a mana spear, placing it so that the butt of the spear was supported in the ground and the tip was directed at the wolf.  Unable to change its direction, the wolf ran straight into the spearhead. The spear broke and promptly exploded, blasting the wolf away. It came to a stop with a sickening crunch as it smashed into a tree.  “That hardly seems fair since I’m a healer and the only useable offense skill I have is the rebound spell.” Godou, who had been expecting the explosion to happen, had braced his lower body so he had not been too badly affected by it. The wolf got to its feet, dazed and badly injured, but still capable of fighting. It raised its head, about to howl and call for help.  “You’re physical capabilities are pretty much the same as mine! Wait do you have other offensive skills?” Seeing its intentions, Godou quickly drew his sword and threw it at the wolf. It flew at the wolf’s throat point first and skewered it to the tree before it could make a sound.   “I blame that on Lexus and yeah but certain restrictions must be met before I can use them... I think.” The wolf whimpered and then died. Godou turned to see Ferrex about to deal the finishing blow to the wolf he was facing. “Oh I hate troublesome abilities like that. Is there any chance of satisfying these conditions?” It seemed that after being slowed to a snail’s pace by Ferrex’s curse, the other wolf had had absolutely no chance of winning.  “Nope. It doesn’t seem like we can collapse the cave on them either. Maybe we can block off the entrance so they only come at us one at a time.” As Ferrex appeared perfectly capable of soloing the wolf himself, Godou went to retrieve his sword. “I don’t think that would work. Those wolves would hear us moving the blockade in place. Besides they’d probably come through some other side entrance we don’t know about and attack us from there as well.” “Your ability to adapt to change is truly frightening. A few hours ago you were playing around with foxes and rabbits, now you’re ready to take on a wolf pack.” “Please don’t say it as if I’m some sort of monster.” Feeling disgruntled at that statement for some reason, then Godou said: “It looks like we can only do a frontal charge. Conserve your mana and only use it for healing. We’ll just have to improvise something. “But that’s practically suicide! Wait, no it isn’t. With our perseverance we will surely be fine! No matter what fighting 40 wolves cannot be worse than hitting a scarecrow every few seconds for 3 weeks straight!” Having decided that, Godou and Ferrex healed up and cautiously entered the wolf den. Luckily, all the remaining wolves in the den were sleeping when they had entered. As a result, they were able to reduce the number of wolves by 8 before the rest of them woke up.  After that the duo underwent a desperate battle in which they were forced to face 33 wolves in an enclosed space. 3 hours later they appeared before Lexus with their clothes ripped to rags and swords bent and covered in notches to notify him that they had completed the quest.  | Quest Complete! Having successfully purged a nuisance wolf pack, the church now acknowledges you. +20 fame +10 honour points +10 contribution points to the Order of Freya | | --- | “Now that you have proven yourself, I can now safely tell you your real mission. A church in the nearby town of Naidiriv is low on members and needs more people to defend the village. We have answered their calls by sending a few of our other members ahead of you but we have no had contact with them for weeks. We need you guys to go and join the defence force there as mercenaries. So do you accept?” | Reinforcements The church of Freya has received a call for help from Naidiriv. Other members have been dispatched ahead of you but contact with them has been lost for about 4 weeks. You are to act as reinforcements in that town and if possible find out what happened to the missing members. Difficulty: C Restrictions: Acknowledged by the Order of Freya Rewards +500 Contribution points to the Order of Freya +100 Fame Penalties:  Will result in a loss of familiarity with the Order of Freya if the quest fails. | | --- | ““I accept”” | You have accepted the quest | | --- | | Your party has accepted the quest | | --- | ----------- It took longer to write this than I expected I might release the next chapter in parts. Props go to Lin4t for the Bigpond reference.

<div class="chapter-inner chapter-content"> Prologue<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">I have nothing left to live for. I have nothing left to die for.<br>My life slowly dripping away, as everything slowly fades away.</span><br><br>Inside the Great Society Rehabilitation Center a lone pale faced girl; void of emotions continues to sit and stare at the wall.<br><br>The wall sickening clean, continues to provide the feelings of dread as just as it provides protection form the world, it isolates one's self from the world.<br><br>Suddenly the only door to the room flings open to reveal a young women with a body most men and women alike desire.<br><br>The woman named Cha Eunhee smiled at the girl and proceeded to ask:<br><br>“Seoyoon, have you eaten your dinner?”<br><br> A stare to the plain white table reveals a half eaten dish that consisted of a piece of steak and some vegetables.<br><br>“Seriously....”<br><br>A sorrowful look upon Cha Eunhee's eyes pierced the hollow room. Moving along, Cha Eunhee once more asked for the thousandth time,”Seoyoon, will you start talking to me?”.<br><br>A pause echoed throughout the room as Cha Eunhee waited for a respond.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Sigh<br>This isn't working.<br>I have to somehow help her recover.<br>Medicine, hypnosis and almost all other treatment were useless.<br>If only we had another way....wait wasn't there an extremely Virtual game released recently.<br>What was it called....Royal Road I think. A second start, for those who society cannot treat.....<br>Maybe, just maybe this time. The cost isn't going to be a problem, her father paid a lot of money on other seemly useless “treatments”.<br>Well it’s going to take at least a couple days for them to install a capsule in this room.</span><br><br>Deep in thought, Cha Eunhee started mumbling to herself as Seoyoon continued to sit and stare at her.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Why do you....Why do you still care for me. It would have been much easier for you to give up now.</span><br><br>“Anyway Seoyoon, I'm going to start a new treatment for you. It's a game called Royal Road. Ask me if you have any questions about it”.<br><br>Seoyoon sat there blank as Cha Eunhee continued to talk to her.<br><br> ***<br><br>A few days later a capsule was installed in the same room. The men continued to waste time, to at least spend one more second in the presence of one exceedingly beautiful girl.<br><br>Annoyed, Cha Eunhee went up to one of the men and whispered in his ear “If you continue to waste time I'm going to hang you by your balls”.<br><br>Instinctively, the man automatically went to protect his manhood from any possible danger. With cold sweat running down his spine the man said, “Yes ma’am, I'm sorry for any inconveniences”.<br><br>As all of this proceeded, Seoyoon sat there, on her standard chair watching the capsule with interest for a while with her emotionless face.<br><br>A voice than slowly called her conscience out of the white void. Words such as “capsule” and “Royal Road” echoed in Seoyoon's head until the clear words “get in” caused her to proceed into the capsule.<br><br>Once in, Cha Eunhee said, “Remember Seoyoon, you have to stay in the city your in for at least a month in game or a week in this world”.<br><br>Cha Eunhee then closed the closed the capsule with the words “Good luck, I hope you find yourself again”.<br><br>The world around Seoyoon soon became white with the words and a text box appeared in front of her.<br><br> <br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Connect to Royal Road</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">Yes | No</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div> <br><br><br>Seoyoon nodded.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">End of Prologue</span><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Chapter 1</span><br><br>After Seoyoon nodded, the following words appeared to her.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">The scan on your iris and vein has determined that you are an unregistered user. Do you want to create a new account?</span><br><br>“...”<br><br>Seoyoon once more nodded.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">The name of your avatar has been set to “Seoyoon” on request. Would you like to change it?</span><br><br>Seoyoon stood there silently. What did it mean by the name of her avatar being already set. Seoyoon shook her head once. It did not matter what she was called.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Your gender has been selected as female on request from male, female or neutral. Do you wish to change this?</span><br><br>“...”<br><br>Seoyoon shook her head once.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Royal Road has forty-nine races. You may select your race from the primary twenty-nine. Your race has been selected as “human” on request. Would you like to change this?.</span><br><br>Pondering Seoyoon wondered if Cha Eunhee entered this for her. It did not matter. Seoyoon shook her head once more.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">You may alter your appearance.</span><br><br>Seoyoon stared blankly and continued staring for a minute. A message popped out suddenly<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Due to the user's inability to response to the question, the avatar's appearance was automatically set to the user's appearance.<br>Please select a city and Kingdom you want to start in.</span><br><br>“...”<br><br>Once more Seoyoon stared at the message.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Due to the user's inability to response to the question, the city and kingdom will be the mostly visited city in the past month. The Citadel of Aresbourg, Mostilent has been selected as the starting kingdom.<br>Welcome to Royal Road.</span><br><br>A flash of light consumed Seoyoon and around her was a city full of life.<br><br>***<br><br>Cha Eunhee stood there looking at Seoyoon's face as she went in the capsule. As her doctor whom requested the capsule in the first place, Cha Eunhee could look at the progress Seoyoon did in Royal Road. As per request to Unicorn Corps, Cha Eunhee could pre-set the avatar as Seoyoon was unable to.<br><br>Still worried, Cha Eunhee immediately checked the avatar creation process and hoped for an early result. Slight disappointment filled her. Seoyoon was still unable to talk even with an AI asking questions.<br><br>“Never-mind the early results, the overall results are the most important”<br><br>Cha Eunhee took one last look at Seoyoon and proceeded to head to work.<br><br>“I hope this works, no this must work”.<br><br>The door slit open and Cha Eunhee walked to her work station.<br><br>***<br><br>Seoyoon stood there in the middle of a crowd silent.<br><br>“...”<br><br>Checking on her body, she opened and closed her hand and walked.<br><br>Who's that”<br>“Is that a user?”<br>“It has to be, she appeared just there in the middle of the road”<br>“That means she's a user right?”<br>“Yeah but her avatar.... It’s beautiful”<br><br>Users continued to chatter around Seoyoon as she walked straight ahead.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">The way they're looking at me, are they talking about me?<br>No, that's impossible. No one loves me anyway.<br>Now where should I go… <br>I guess I should just keep going forward. Unni did say that I can't get out of this city for a month.</span><br><br>Seoyoon continued to walk and users slowly gathered and followed her.<br><br>“The way she's walking, maybe she knows what to do”<br>“If I help her maybe she will be friends with me”<br><br>The male users stalking Seoyoon looked at each other. Eyes like a predator locked onto Seoyoon as she innocently continued on her path.<br><br>Meanwhile the some female users looking at the commotion stared at both the beautiful new user and the gathering males gave looks of disgust.<br><br>“She must have changed her avatar's appearance a lot”<br>“Yeah, it’s impossible to have those looks in reality”<br>“She must have done so to have the attention of men”<br>“That's disgusting”<br>“Yeah I know”<br>“We should follow her. Naturally she'll give any item those men gave her to us”<br><br>Upon hearing this, a certain female looked at the women talking and Seoyoon.<br><br>“I have a bad feeling about this. I should follow them just in case”<br><br>The female user covered herself under a cloak and slowly followed the pack of users.<br><br>***<br><br>A hour later, Seoyoon continued to walk around the city grabbing the attention of both men and women.<br><br>The small crowd of around ten users slowly increased to fifty and then in the hundred. Noticing the increased of people around her Seoyoon then sprinted away.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Who are those people.<br>This doesn't look good for me. I should get away.</span><br><br>Upon running, the majority of the male users were startled. Was it their fault that this goddess ran away?<br><br>Noticing this some male users had the thought “Now. This is the best chance.” and started towards her. The female users group noticed this and followed behind seeking some money and perhaps some items.<br><br>“Hmm.....now what should I do now. This is getting out of control quickly”<br><br>The cloaked user followed in silent, watching for any signs of danger for Seoyoon.<br><br>Seoyoon continued to run. She had found a slip between the walls that led into an alleyway and onto another street. The majority of the male users, not used to prolonged running slowly dropped out in chasing Seoyoon. Behind them were the female group which faired no differently.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Some of them seem to have stopped.<br>I should continue to run at this pace.<br>What is this green bar that's flashing.<br>It's getting harder to run now.<br>I should turn to the right now, it should lead me elsewhere.</span><br><br>Having difficulty catching her breath, Seoyoon continued to run at the same pace and turned the right corner. The alleyway was slightly smaller than expected but the exit seemed to be bigger.<br><br>At the exit however as a giant enclosed area.<br><br>With wide eyes Seoyoon stared at the tall wall that blocked her escape. It was more than ten meters tall which made it impossible to climb.<br><br>“She went this way”<br><br>With the sound of voices Seoyoon turned around to see the faces of 3 men and 5 women. All almost out of breath. A cloaked person was hidden away from sight in the alleyway she just went through.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">This is bad<br>I have to get away<br>But the exit has been blocked off.<br>I should see what will happen first</span><br><br>With great difficulty, a slightly tall man with short brown hair approached Seoyoon and said, “You seem to be lost, will you tell us where you are going”.<br>“Hey no fair, I saw her first”<br>“No it was me”<br>“What are you talking about, it was me first”<br>“You wanna die or what”<br><br>The three men argued on who would talk to Seoyoon first and possibly who will befriend her. As they continued to bladder on the five women seem to have recovered enough to speak.<br><br>“Hey you three what the hell are you doing”<br><br>The first to speak was a tall woman with hot pink hair tide up in a ponytail. Her armour revealed her thighs and she had a big long stick on her. Two of the women had had bows on their back while another had an unnecessarily large bastard sword. The final woman had nothing but similar cloths to what Seoyoon was wearing.<br><br>The three men turned around and noticed the five women behind them. They stared at them for a moment and then looked back at Seoyoon. <br><br>“Anyway I was the first to speak so get in line you two” The tall man said towards the other two men.<br>“What are you talking about? It doesn't matter if you talked to her first. I was the first one to see her.”, the short but slightly handsome and thin man said. <br>“Are you two deaf, I said it was me who saw her”, retorted the muscular man.<br><br>“SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME YOU ASSH***S!”<br>The angry woman's voice resounded around the area.<br>“SHUT UP ABOUT WHO'S GOING TO FLIRT WITH THAT GIRL AND PAY ATTENTION TO ME!”<br><br>The four other girls stood silently while the three men watched her shocked.<br>“NOW GIVE ME YOUR ITEMS AND GET LOST OR I'LL KILL YOU ALL”<br><br>As the 8 people stared at each other, Seoyoon just stared at them.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">What are these people doing? Weren't they in the same group.<br>And what about the one under the cloak?<br>What should I do now?<br>Just have to wait and see what will happen.</span><br><br>As soon as Seoyoon thought this, one of the men the muscular one unsheathed his sword and pointed at the women.<br><br>“If you threaten to kill us, than you must be prepared to get killed yourself”<br><br>After this statement the two other men simultaneously unsheathe their swords and prepared for an attack from the archers and the swordswomen.<br><br>The chattering of the city around them continued to sweep into the ears of everyone. Birds chirped and sang as the two groups faced each other waiting for someone to make the first move. To take the blame.<br><br>Suddenly, an arrow flew from one of the women's bows and into the leg of the short man followed by a short scream and a curse. The tall man immediately charged towards the other archer the moment the other took the first shot.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">I can't let the other one fire as well</span><br><br>His sword plunged into the neck of the shocked archer and out again preparing for another attack. The female swordswoman took her bastard sword up in the air and smashed it to the ground where the tall man was a second ago.<br><br>Panicking the unarmed woman, ran towards the other man thinking that he would help her. A quick sharp pain in her abdomen spread across her body and she disappeared in a grey flash. Pulling the arrow out of his leg, the short man charged like a bull towards the remaining archer.<br><br>“Fireball”<br><br>A single ball of fire few across the battlefield and hit the short man in the face. Trying to stop the pain from spreading the short man fell in the ground met with a bastard sword to his body. He died and disappeared leaving the tall man along with the muscular man facing the archer, swordswoman and mage.<br><br>Like a child seeing a new toy Seoyoon looked at the battle with interest. Observing the flow of the battle calmly and waiting for the cloaked person to their move.<br><br>The swordswoman swung her sword horizontally towards the two men attempting to buy some time as the archer quickly fired arrows to trap the two men. The mage then was charging up her spell again making the fireball bigger than before.<br><br>“Damn it”<br><br>The muscular man rolled to dodge the swing of the sword and tried to stop the mage from casting her spell.<br>As the man was five steps from the mage, an arrow flew and hit the man's shoulder. Stunned for a moment, the man could not dodge the incoming fireball that was going to be released.<br><br>Take this, Fireball”<br><br>Two large fireballs flew and hit the man twice in the body causing him to die. Noticing he was now alone against three people the tall man said, “Alright, alright I surrender” dropping his sword and putting his hands up.<br><br>Looking discontent on how it ended, the man looked at the three women and sighed. The next moment ended with an arrow to his face which spilled blood all over the place as he dropped on the floor and died.<br><br>“...”<br><br>Seoyoon looked blankly at the place the man died and focused on the sword.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">That sword. It’s too small for my preferences.<br>That sword that woman is holding seems better to use.</span><br><br>With a wide twisted smile on her face, the mage looked at Seoyoon and said, “Well your knights in shining armour have died. Now what will you do?”<br><br>Seoyoon stared back at the mage emotionlessly.<br><br>Annoyed by the lack of response, the mage taunted Seoyoon “Well you B***h, hurry up and beg for your life now”.<br><br>The two behind her snickered at her comment.<br><br>Seoyoon stared at the three and the cloaked person at the alleyway.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">It seems that cloaked person isn't going to do anything.<br>I have to kill the three then.</span><br><br>Seoyoon walked forwards and picked up the sword the tall man left behind when he died. As she looked at it a window popped up in front of her. <br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Worn-out Iron sword: Durability: 13/20 Damage: 8-10<br>A iron sword that has seen better days.<br>Requirements: None <br>Effects: +1 Strength</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br> <br>The three women almost burst out laughing. A newbie trying to fight a group of three people including a mage and an archer. Impossible. Only someone insane would try it.<br><br>Seoyoon continued to stare at the sword and swung a down once.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">This sword is a bit light.<br>It should be enough to take these three down</span><br><br>Seoyoon, ignorant of the mechanics of the game believed that a worn out sword as enough to defeat the opponents in front of her.<br><br>The three women now started to burst out in laughter.<br><br>“Who does this crazy b**** think she is. A hero fighting evil?”<br>“Are you sure that she doesn't believe that”<br>“This is a waste of time just watching her”<br><br>Seoyoon quickly ran towards the three, her footsteps drowned out by the laughter. Her sword without hesitation went straight through the mage's heart.<br><br>Shocked of what happened, the other two looked stunned at the sight of Seoyoon mercilessly stabbing a blade inside of someone.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">A fatal hit!</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">- You have levelled up <br>- You have levelled up <br>- You have killed a player. <br>- Fame has been decreased by 50</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br><br>A grey flash appeared where the mage was and standing there was Seoyoon looking at the other two with her cold emotionless eyes.<br><br>Seoyoon took a second to look at the two stunned women who had no idea what just happened nor what to do in such a situation.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">I have to take down one of them quickly now.<br>But which one who I kill next?<br>The archer seems to be the best choice.</span><br><br>Seoyoon took a quick step in towards the archer and slashed towards her. The strike narrowly missed and left a large cut on the armour of the archer.<br><br>Noticing danger the archer retreated a couple of steps and strung her bow. The female swordswoman with a large shout swung at Seoyoon vertically.<br><br>Seoyoon quickly side-stepped the blow and stabbed at the swordswoman's wrist cutting it open.<br>Bleeding and unable to hold her sword, The female swords-woman took a couple steps back waiting for her comrade to support her.<br><br>Soon enough three arrows flew at Seoyoon, aimed at her.<br><br>Jumping out of the way, only one arrow managed to grazed her.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">At this distance I should....</span><br><br>Seoyoon did what none other would do in almost any kind of situation. She threw her sword at an enemy.<br><br>Not expecting such an action and in the middle of stringing her next arrow, the archer was unable to dodge the blade as it plunged into her chest. Coughing out blood, the archer silently collapsed and died.<br><br>- You have levelled up<br>- You have killed a player. <br>- Fame has been decreased by 50<br><br>The last remaining enemy, the female swordswoman now armless fell onto the ground shaking with terror.<br><br>“Wha…What are you”<br><br>Seoyoon looked into the pitiful person's eyes filled with fear of what to come next. Seoyoon then walked towards to the dropped bastard sword and grabbed the hilt.<br><br>“No...what are you goin..”<br><br>Seoyoon once more stared at the sword and soon enough the stats of the blade appeared before her.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Sharp Bastard sword: Durability: 28/30 Damage: 20-25<br>This bastard sword has been made with extreme sharpness.<br>Requirements: Level 3 <br>Effects: +5 Strength +1 Dexterity</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br><br>Acknowledging the ability of the blade, Seoyoon looked towards the frightened woman and started to walk towards her blade in hand.<br><br>“No..please don't...I beg you”<br><br>Seoyoon continued to walk until she was right above the woman, preparing an attack.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">You beg for your life but you willingly take the life of others.<br>It's right for me to kill you.<br>But it still seems wrong.<br>That doesn't matter now, there's an enemy that you must defeat no kill.<br>But still....<br>It doesn't matter now, you already killed the other two, what's more to that pile.<br>I know...</span><br><br>Lifting up the blade high up in the sky, Seoyoon prepared to deal the final strike.<br><br>With guilt of what she did and now will do once more, Seoyoon closed her eyes and let the blade fly towards the body of the swordswoman.<br><br>At that moment, Seoyoon expected the body of the last enemy gone with her blade impaled where the person was. When Seoyoon opened her eyes, grabbing her hand as the cloak person whom watched what happened at the alleyway.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">End of Chapter 1</span><br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Chapter 2</span><br><br>“My my, you shouldn't be so hasty on ending a life”<br><br>Seoyoon looked at the person shocked though it didn't show on her face.<br><br>“Anyway I saw the whole thing. Don't worry you'll won't be thrown into jail for this incident. It was the other party's fault anyway.”<br><br>Seoyoon still holding her blade towards the woman continued to stare at the cloaked person. Not letting go of her sword, Seoyoon placed the bastard sword comfortably on her back.<br>“Good, good now to resolve this problem”<br><br>The cloaked person looked at the scared woman on the ground whom at first was relieved the cloaked person saved her but then was worried by her words.<br><br>“Than...Thank you for saving me”, Stuttered the woman.<br>“Not to worry about; now strip” replied the cloaked person.<br>“Wha, what are you talking about. Why do you want me to strip. Are you going to rape me?”<br>“No, no, no nothing like that. I didn't mean it like that”.<br><br>The woman on the ground looked at the cloaked person confused.<br><br>“Then what do you mean?”<br>“I mean give me your armour now.”<br>“Bu but”<br>“No buts, would you rather make me strip you down to your undergarments or just give me your armour”<br>“Wh why would you do this when you saved me?”<br>“Strip now”<br><br>With great hesitation and reluctant the woman took off her leather armour and gave them to the cloaked person.<br><br>“Now will you let me go?”<br>“Ah, yes but before that”<br><br>A dagger suddenly appeared and was stabbed into the head of the poor woman. There was no time for any kind of reaction. That was how sudden and fast the strike was.<br><br>The woman's corpse quickly disappeared and Seoyoon and the cloaked person looked at each other.<br><br>“Well that took care of business”<br><br>Caution at the sudden motion of the cloaked person, Seoyoon immediately retreated a couple steps back and held her sword intending to protect herself.<br><br>Upon seeing Seoyoon's reaction, the cloaked person laughed out loud.<br><br>“hahaha such an interesting reaction. Normal people would've run away by now”<br><br>Still laughing the cloaked person took off her cloak to reveal herself properly.<br><br>The person standing in front of Seoyoon naturally didn't compare to her on terms of looks but was still considered a beauty in normal standards.<br><br>The woman was an average 165 cm height with a slim body. Her short green hair curled down to her shoulders. With a slightly childish face with slightly larger eyes than normal revealed her bright green eyes. Her lips were still curled into a smile as she looked at Seoyoon.<br><br>“Damn your avatar is extremely beautiful. How long did it take you to make it? 3 hour maybe 4?”<br><br>Seoyoon continued to stare at the woman now placing the tip of her sword on the ground.<br><br>“Anyway I should introduce myself, my name is Claire, nice to meet you”<br><br>Seoyoon continued to stand there silent.<br><br>“Hmm” <br><br>Pondering Claire rubbed her chin. She continued doing for a few moments until blurting out, “Wait are you a mute by any chance?”<br><br>In the mechanics of Royal Road, users can alter their appearance which allows the users to possibly play anonymously. One of these features included the restoration of missing limbs and other defects in the body in game. Those who were unfortunate in reality had a second chance in life in Royal Road. However there haven’t been many cases where a mute played and talked in game.<br>Seoyoon continued to stand their silent, staring at Claire.<br><br>“Judging by your reaction, you’re not a mute and you don't want to talk. This makes it difficult to have a conversation with anyone. Hmm”<br><br>Claire went back into thinking about the current situation.<br><br>“So you have some mental disability...that’s the only thing that comes in mind”<br><br>Claire looked at Seoyoon and smiled brightly at her.<br><br>“All well, I might as well help you for a bit until you get the hand of things.”<br><br>Seoyoon caught the pieces of leather armour Claire threw at her.<br><br>“Well get equipped, I got that just for you. Equipping is the same in reality, just put it on.”<br><br>Seoyoon looked at the armour and checked it stats.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Leather Armour: Durability: 30/30 Defence: 8<br>Standard set of leather armour<br>Requirements: None <br>Effects: +2 Vitality</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Leather Wrist Guard: Durability: 20/20 Defence: 2<br>Standard set of leather wrist guard. It serves for minimum defence.<br>Requirements:None <br>Effects: +1 Dexterity</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Leather Boots: Durability: 25/25 Defence: 3<br>Standard set of leather boots. Its comfortable to move in<br>Requirements:None Effects: +1 Agility</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br><br>Looking back at Claire Seoyoon thought: <span style="font-style: italic;">Why did this person help me?</span><br><br>“Anyway for now, will have to do something about your decreased fame...hmm”<br>Seoyoon stood there silently as Claire was thinking about what to do next with Seoyoon. With a wave of a hand, Claire said, “What about doing some chores. I know a couple of people from when I started out that could help your situation.”<br>“...”<br><br>Seoyoon nodded and left with Claire to find a job for her.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">It doesn't matter where I go now. Might as well go with her.<br>It might be a trap though<br>But she helped me a bit.<br>The help involved stealing a kill from you.<br>True but she did give me the leather armour and she offered a job.<br>Might as well see how this leads.</span><br><br>While Seoyoon was deep into her thoughts, Claire opened a door to a small house that had vines growing out of the walls. While entering Seoyoon noticed how the room smelt pretty bad.<br><br>“Grandpa Piople, I got you a new worker”<br>“Claire is that you?”<br><br>A loud voice resounded throughout the small room. A slightly small old man with more grey than brown hair stood in front of the two. With hands on his hips the Piople with a confidence voice said, <br><br>“Well Claire you brought another poor soul to this house. Do you think this one will succeed in my challenge?”<br>“Well, she did kill two people quite easily and was about to kill the third if I didn't interfered.”<br>“And you looted the poor soul again.”<br>“....Well I gave her the loot this time round.”<br>“You gave the last one the loot as well. Then you killed him when he refused to do what you wanted”<br>“....”<br><br>The two stared at get other before looking at Seoyoon.<br><br>“Well let’s get you to work. Depending on how well you do I can give you some training in fighting. I am a former soldier after all. Well what are you standing there for? Get started”<br><br>*Ding*<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Clean The Retired Soldier's Home</span><br>As per to the request. You must clean the house of Piople which was in the state of being overflown with trash. Depending on how well you clean up, Piople may teach you some fighting techniques amongst other skills<br>Quest Difficulty: F <br>Quest Requirements: Be introduced to Piople <br>Quest Restrictions: Quest will fail if you don't complete the quest within a week. You will face the wrath of Piople and be his slave for a week. <br>Quest cannot be rejected</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br><br>Seoyoon stared at the new window that popped up in front of her. Then another window popped up after a few seconds.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">You have accepted the quest</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br><br>“....”<br><br>Seoyoon stood there silently. The person who had interfered with her had given her a quest but the conditions were absolutely horrible.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">What should I do now. I can't just cancel the quest now the consequences are disturbing.<br>Yeah but if I can complete it, I could get some reward.<br>I didn't come here to get a quest.<br>True. But it will at least take my mind off things for a while.</span><br><br>Pulling back her sleeves, Seoyoon started to clean up the room she was standing in. Claire looked at Seoyoon apolitically and said, “I'm going out for a bit. You need anything, ask Gramps over there.”<br><br>With that, Claire went off leaving Seoyoon and Piople alone. Focused on cleaning up, Seoyoon didn't notice Piople staring at her face.<br><br>“I be damn, she's a fine beauty indeed. Though that doesn't mean I'm going to spare you if you fail or run away.”<br>“...”<br><br>Seoyoon silently continued to clean up the room while Piople was talking to himself. As Seoyoon moved multiple items, she noticed that these items did not relate to the room they were in at all. She had found kitchenware thrown around the house at random, lamps under stacks of empty canteens of food and most disturbingly was that she had found dried out tissues around the bedroom.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">This is....<br>I better hurry up with is quest or else something important will be taken away....<br>Or I could just kill the old man and run away.<br>But his seems a lot stronger than the other girl and she easily stopped by swing.<br>This just leaves me to finish up cleaning.</span><br><br>***<br><br>After a day, Piople came back from his trip to the bar. When he opened up the door, he saw that house as remarkably cleaner than when he left. Turning his head to the right he saw Seoyoon continuing to move, dust and wipe various areas of the house that she had deemed in her mind as unclean.<br><br>As a person who had lived in a luxurious house than a perfectly clean hospital room, Seoyoon's definition of clean was certainly different than most people.<br><br>The once almost muddy walls were perfectly clean as they could be, almost sparkling. The furniture that were scattered around the house were now in proper place where they should be though they weren't as cleaned yet. The piles of junk were nowhere to be seen and most importantly, the room didn't smell bad now.<br><br>“What the...”<br><br>Piople walked to the centre of the room and examined the handiwork of Seoyoon. Pondering, Piople inspected each of the room and found that the majority of the rooms were mostly cleaned out.<br><br>“To think a person could be so dedicated to cleaning.”<br><br>Piople looked at Seoyoon with admiration.<br><br>However Seoyoon did not clean the rooms all by herself. After Piople left for the bar to drink, Seoyoon also went out to collect the materials needed to clean the place properly. As she was heading down the street a person ran up to her.<br><br>“You are the person who just came out of that house right?”<br><br>Seoyoon nodded at the question presented to her. She was somewhat calmer compared to before when a number of people was chasing her for unknown reasons. As such an open question didn't actually disturb her at all.<br><br>“I bet you came out to collect some things to help you clean right?”<br><br>Seoyoon nodded once more.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">What is this person trying to get at?</span><br><br>“I can help you, I have the required things right here let’s get back into the house okay.”<br><br>Now slightly more disturbed, Seoyoon walked back with the man to the house until another man that was bald stopped the both of them.<br><br>“I can help you as well.”<br>“Tch”<br><br>Both men stared at each other for a moment and the first man smiled and said, “Well thank you but I can handle this by myself.”<br><br>The bald man then said, “You underestimate your ability to clean the place. I've seen that house causing many users to fall into depression.”<br><br>The two men once more stared at each other and then looked at Seoyoon. Feeling a bit guilty in wasting her time with bitter arguments, the two men came to an agreement.<br><br>“Fine, you can come along as well”<br>“Good now let’s go in the house”<br><br>Seoyoon entered the house first and noticed the strange faces the two men were making.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">I have a bad feeling about this.<br>I better keep by guard up.<br>I can't trust these people.</span><br><br>As a result, Seoyoon started to clean up the place with the tools and hands of the two men. Both were still staring at Seoyoon as they worked.<br><br>At one point, one of the men entered the bedroom and found the pieces of dried tissues off over the place.<br><br>“What the hell is this!”<br><br>Shocked at the site, the man quickly put some disposable gloves on and piled the tissues up. He then took out some flint and rubbed it over the tissue.<br><br>Soon enough the pile was on fire and was burning quickly.<br><br>Noticing the smell, Seoyoon and the other man entered the room saw the fire. The bald man said with get anger, “What the hell are you doing!”<br><br>Noticing the presences of the other two and epically Seoyoon, the man said with a smile, “I'm just burning a couple of things.”<br><br>Shocked by such a pathetic excuse the bald man shouted, “What do you mean burning a couple of things. Are you trying to burn the house down?! Are you trying to make the quest fail!? Huh!? Answer me!”<br><br>Startled by the man's anger the other man timidly said, “But there was a lot of tissues on the floor and...”<br>“That doesn't mean you could just burn them, what were you thinking of doing you fool!”<br>“Fool, you’re calling me a fool? You just had to barge in when I had a good position”<br>“What good position, you just ran up to her like a starved dog, wagging your tail like an idiot”<br>“Now listen you...”<br><br>The two men continued to argue as Seoyoon silently stood there and watched the fire. While they continued to argue, the fire died out and left a black stain on the floor.<br><br>Annoyed by the stain and the two men talking Seoyoon took out her bastard sword and swung horizontally towards the two men.<br><br>“gah”<br>“ahh”<br><br>With sudden pain and confused face, the two men died and left an item each on the ground. Seoyoon picked up the items and examined them.<br><br>One of them was a knife while the other item was some sort of piece of bread. Staring at the knife, eventually a window appeared to Seoyoon.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Short Knife: Durability: 20/20 Attack: 2-5<br>Short but very fast. This blade cannot pierce metal or harder material.<br>Requirements:None Effects: +1 Agility</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br><br>This items weren't as good as the weapon she currently had but had more flexibility and she could use it to cut open some food or wood. Seoyoon then looked at the piece of bread.<br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%">Barley Bread: Durability: 30/30 <br>A piece of baked Barley bread. It is hard to chew and taste bad. But it still fills the stomach.<br>Effects: Fill satisfaction metre up a bit</td></tr></tbody></table></div> <br><br>Upon looking at the Barley bread, Seoyoon's stomach rumbled.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">This feeling....I'm hungry?<br>I should get the piece of bread...I wonder how I get more of them...<br>When Unni was explaining stuff she did say that Royal Road had a system for those who couldn't speak. She said to do a particular motion...</span><br><br>Seoyoon moved her hand in the motion described to her and found a window that showed Seoyoon has ten more pieces of Barley Bread and a Canteen filled with water. Seoyoon then proceeded to put the Barley Bread in her hand in her mouth and started chewing.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Ah, it’s hard to eat.<br>But it'll do since I have nothing else.<br>I wonder how long it's going to take me to clean the place up. The other two did most of the work and the majority of the house is mostly cleaned already.<br>It doesn't matter, I just have to clean. It'll keep my mind preoccupied.</span><br><br>After Seoyoon finished the Piece of Barley bread she noticed one of the bars that she could see was filling up. The bar was the satisfaction bar which automatically decreased on a rate depending on the activities you were doing.<br><br>Noticing she was also thirsty, Seoyoon then took the canteen from her inventory and drank a portion from it.<br><br>Feeling somewhat less uncomfortable, Seoyoon continued to clean the house for the next couple of hours. However the pace was much slower than compared to when the two men were working with her.<br><br>Occasionally, while Seoyoon was cleaning up, a window popped up as well indicating the increased of a stat.<br><br>***<br><br>Another four days later, Seoyoon had finished cleaning up most of the house. Claire occasionally popped up to see the progress Seoyoon made with her quest and to teach Seoyoon how to play the game properly upon researching on the various methods to open certain windows.<br><br>At one point Seoyoon had finally opened up her Status window.<br><br><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td colspan="4">Status Window</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Name</td><td width="25%">Seoyoon</td><td width="25%">Class</td><td width="25%">N/A</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Health</td><td width="25%">150</td><td width="25%">Mana</td><td width="25%">100</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Level</td><td width="25%">4</td><td width="25%">Type</td><td width="25%">Neutral</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Fame</td><td colspan="3">- 200</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Strength</td><td width="25%">11 + 5</td><td width="25%">Agility</td><td width="25%">12 +1</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Wisdom</td><td width="25%">10</td><td width="25%">Intelligence</td><td width="25%">10</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Stamina</td><td width="25%">12</td><td width="25%">Vitality</td><td width="25%">10 + 2</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Leadership</td><td colspan="3">0</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Offence</td><td width="25%">23</td><td width="25%">Defense</td><td width="25%">13</td></tr><tr><td width="25%">Magic Resistance</td><td colspan="3">None</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><br><br>Claire looked at the status window that Seoyoon shared with her and said, “Ah finally you can open and close windows at will. Remember, you have to think of opening the window, doing the motion just helps with the process. Anyway you have 15 points to spend on your avatar now. I recommend yo put 10 points in strength and 5 in agility since you use a heavier sword.”<br><br>Seoyoon did what Claire instructed and allocated the unspent points on Strength and Agility. After some more explanation on various other topics, Claire eventually left once more to do something again. Seoyoon once more started to clean up the remainder of the house.<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">Now I know how to navigate those menus.<br>Yeah now I can get stronger properly.<br>But cleaning this house comes first.<br>Another day passed by and on the sixth day of cleaning the house, a window popped up suddenly in front of Seoyoon</span><br><br>*Ding* <br><br><div style="max-width: 100%; overflow:auto"><table><tbody><tr><td width="25%"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quest Complete: Clean The Retired Soldier's Home</span><br>As per to the request. You have cleaned the house of Piople which was in the state of being overflown with trash. Due to the cleanness you are known to the villagers to be a diligent cleaner.<br>Fame has been increased by 100 <br>You have leveled up</td></tr></tbody></table></div><br><br>With that Piople appeared in front of Seoyoon impressed by the effect she had put into cleaning his house and said, “Congratulations, you've cleared quest I gave you. Now I'm going to teach you can skills and techniques as I promised since you did such a good job.”<br>“...”<br>“Still not much of a speaker are you? Let's go to a more open area.”<br><br>Piople lead Seoyoon to an open area that was similar to the area she had been before. (The one where she slaughtered the two women remember)<br><br>When they reached the middle of the area Piople instructed Seoyoon to take her blade. Seoyoon calmly reached out and pulled her sword off her back and titled it towards Piople on a slight angle towards him. Upon seeing this Piople laughed out loud.<br><br>“Hahaha. You seem to have some talent in the sword young lady.”<br><br>With that comment Piople drew out his own sword which was no means bigger than Seoyoon's but had a much sharper feel to it. The sword had a length of about 0.7 meter compared to Seoyoon's 1.7 meter bastard sword. With the difference of about a meter, Seoyoon obviously had the advantage.<br><br>However, Piople suddenly kicked off flying towards Seoyoon preparing to slash at her. Seoyoon immediately reacted and swung her blade downwards towards Piople's body. The moment Seoyoon's blade almost touched Piople's body, his blade had somehow moved towards it and deflected Seoyoon's strike. <br><br>Stunned for a brief second, Seoyoon flew back a bit before a second strike from Piople instantaneously moved towards her body. Seoyoon quickly moved her sword in that moment to block with the flat side her sword.<br><br>In that moment Piople twisted his body and kicked Seoyoon in the leg causing her to fall down on the ground. Seoyoon lay there, trying to get up quickly but was stopped when she found Piople's blade in front of her neck.<br><br>Piople looked down at Seoyoon and started smiling and laughing out loud before moving his blade away.<br><br>“Seriously, are you actually new to fighting? You movements tell me that you are not hesitant in attacking or defending but your judgement is still lacking”.<br><br>As Piople said, Seoyoon was not new to fighting as she had trained under Cha Eunhee for some self-defence and she had some martial arts experience as a result. But all of that training could not have prepared Seoyoon for live combat against a veteran.<br><br>As Seoyoon got up and stood there silently, Piople started to ramble on about what he should teach her. After examining Seoyoon once more Piople said, “Okay, I'm going to teach you a couple of things you would need if you want to survive.”<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">End of Chapter 2</span> </div>

Prologue I have nothing left to live for. I have nothing left to die for. My life slowly dripping away, as everything slowly fades away. Inside the Great Society Rehabilitation Center a lone pale faced girl; void of emotions continues to sit and stare at the wall. The wall sickening clean, continues to provide the feelings of dread as just as it provides protection form the world, it isolates one's self from the world. Suddenly the only door to the room flings open to reveal a young women with a body most men and women alike desire. The woman named Cha Eunhee smiled at the girl and proceeded to ask: “Seoyoon, have you eaten your dinner?” A stare to the plain white table reveals a half eaten dish that consisted of a piece of steak and some vegetables. “Seriously....” A sorrowful look upon Cha Eunhee's eyes pierced the hollow room. Moving along, Cha Eunhee once more asked for the thousandth time,”Seoyoon, will you start talking to me?”. A pause echoed throughout the room as Cha Eunhee waited for a respond. Sigh This isn't working. I have to somehow help her recover. Medicine, hypnosis and almost all other treatment were useless. If only we had another way....wait wasn't there an extremely Virtual game released recently. What was it called....Royal Road I think. A second start, for those who society cannot treat..... Maybe, just maybe this time. The cost isn't going to be a problem, her father paid a lot of money on other seemly useless “treatments”. Well it’s going to take at least a couple days for them to install a capsule in this room. Deep in thought, Cha Eunhee started mumbling to herself as Seoyoon continued to sit and stare at her. Why do you....Why do you still care for me. It would have been much easier for you to give up now. “Anyway Seoyoon, I'm going to start a new treatment for you. It's a game called Royal Road. Ask me if you have any questions about it”. Seoyoon sat there blank as Cha Eunhee continued to talk to her. *** A few days later a capsule was installed in the same room. The men continued to waste time, to at least spend one more second in the presence of one exceedingly beautiful girl. Annoyed, Cha Eunhee went up to one of the men and whispered in his ear “If you continue to waste time I'm going to hang you by your balls”. Instinctively, the man automatically went to protect his manhood from any possible danger. With cold sweat running down his spine the man said, “Yes ma’am, I'm sorry for any inconveniences”. As all of this proceeded, Seoyoon sat there, on her standard chair watching the capsule with interest for a while with her emotionless face. A voice than slowly called her conscience out of the white void. Words such as “capsule” and “Royal Road” echoed in Seoyoon's head until the clear words “get in” caused her to proceed into the capsule. Once in, Cha Eunhee said, “Remember Seoyoon, you have to stay in the city your in for at least a month in game or a week in this world”. Cha Eunhee then closed the closed the capsule with the words “Good luck, I hope you find yourself again”. The world around Seoyoon soon became white with the words and a text box appeared in front of her. | Connect to Royal Road | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Yes | No | | | | Seoyoon nodded. End of Prologue Chapter 1 After Seoyoon nodded, the following words appeared to her. The scan on your iris and vein has determined that you are an unregistered user. Do you want to create a new account? “...” Seoyoon once more nodded. The name of your avatar has been set to “Seoyoon” on request. Would you like to change it? Seoyoon stood there silently. What did it mean by the name of her avatar being already set. Seoyoon shook her head once. It did not matter what she was called. Your gender has been selected as female on request from male, female or neutral. Do you wish to change this? “...” Seoyoon shook her head once. Royal Road has forty-nine races. You may select your race from the primary twenty-nine. Your race has been selected as “human” on request. Would you like to change this?. Pondering Seoyoon wondered if Cha Eunhee entered this for her. It did not matter. Seoyoon shook her head once more. You may alter your appearance. Seoyoon stared blankly and continued staring for a minute. A message popped out suddenly Due to the user's inability to response to the question, the avatar's appearance was automatically set to the user's appearance. Please select a city and Kingdom you want to start in. “...” Once more Seoyoon stared at the message. Due to the user's inability to response to the question, the city and kingdom will be the mostly visited city in the past month. The Citadel of Aresbourg, Mostilent has been selected as the starting kingdom. Welcome to Royal Road. A flash of light consumed Seoyoon and around her was a city full of life. *** Cha Eunhee stood there looking at Seoyoon's face as she went in the capsule. As her doctor whom requested the capsule in the first place, Cha Eunhee could look at the progress Seoyoon did in Royal Road. As per request to Unicorn Corps, Cha Eunhee could pre-set the avatar as Seoyoon was unable to. Still worried, Cha Eunhee immediately checked the avatar creation process and hoped for an early result. Slight disappointment filled her. Seoyoon was still unable to talk even with an AI asking questions. “Never-mind the early results, the overall results are the most important” Cha Eunhee took one last look at Seoyoon and proceeded to head to work. “I hope this works, no this must work”. The door slit open and Cha Eunhee walked to her work station. *** Seoyoon stood there in the middle of a crowd silent. “...” Checking on her body, she opened and closed her hand and walked. Who's that” “Is that a user?” “It has to be, she appeared just there in the middle of the road” “That means she's a user right?” “Yeah but her avatar.... It’s beautiful” Users continued to chatter around Seoyoon as she walked straight ahead. The way they're looking at me, are they talking about me? No, that's impossible. No one loves me anyway. Now where should I go… I guess I should just keep going forward. Unni did say that I can't get out of this city for a month. Seoyoon continued to walk and users slowly gathered and followed her. “The way she's walking, maybe she knows what to do” “If I help her maybe she will be friends with me” The male users stalking Seoyoon looked at each other. Eyes like a predator locked onto Seoyoon as she innocently continued on her path. Meanwhile the some female users looking at the commotion stared at both the beautiful new user and the gathering males gave looks of disgust. “She must have changed her avatar's appearance a lot” “Yeah, it’s impossible to have those looks in reality” “She must have done so to have the attention of men” “That's disgusting” “Yeah I know” “We should follow her. Naturally she'll give any item those men gave her to us” Upon hearing this, a certain female looked at the women talking and Seoyoon. “I have a bad feeling about this. I should follow them just in case” The female user covered herself under a cloak and slowly followed the pack of users. *** A hour later, Seoyoon continued to walk around the city grabbing the attention of both men and women. The small crowd of around ten users slowly increased to fifty and then in the hundred. Noticing the increased of people around her Seoyoon then sprinted away. Who are those people. This doesn't look good for me. I should get away. Upon running, the majority of the male users were startled. Was it their fault that this goddess ran away? Noticing this some male users had the thought “Now. This is the best chance.” and started towards her. The female users group noticed this and followed behind seeking some money and perhaps some items. “Hmm.....now what should I do now. This is getting out of control quickly” The cloaked user followed in silent, watching for any signs of danger for Seoyoon. Seoyoon continued to run. She had found a slip between the walls that led into an alleyway and onto another street. The majority of the male users, not used to prolonged running slowly dropped out in chasing Seoyoon. Behind them were the female group which faired no differently. Some of them seem to have stopped. I should continue to run at this pace. What is this green bar that's flashing. It's getting harder to run now. I should turn to the right now, it should lead me elsewhere. Having difficulty catching her breath, Seoyoon continued to run at the same pace and turned the right corner. The alleyway was slightly smaller than expected but the exit seemed to be bigger. At the exit however as a giant enclosed area. With wide eyes Seoyoon stared at the tall wall that blocked her escape. It was more than ten meters tall which made it impossible to climb. “She went this way” With the sound of voices Seoyoon turned around to see the faces of 3 men and 5 women. All almost out of breath. A cloaked person was hidden away from sight in the alleyway she just went through. This is bad I have to get away But the exit has been blocked off. I should see what will happen first With great difficulty, a slightly tall man with short brown hair approached Seoyoon and said, “You seem to be lost, will you tell us where you are going”. “Hey no fair, I saw her first” “No it was me” “What are you talking about, it was me first” “You wanna die or what” The three men argued on who would talk to Seoyoon first and possibly who will befriend her. As they continued to bladder on the five women seem to have recovered enough to speak. “Hey you three what the hell are you doing” The first to speak was a tall woman with hot pink hair tide up in a ponytail. Her armour revealed her thighs and she had a big long stick on her. Two of the women had had bows on their back while another had an unnecessarily large bastard sword. The final woman had nothing but similar cloths to what Seoyoon was wearing. The three men turned around and noticed the five women behind them. They stared at them for a moment and then looked back at Seoyoon. “Anyway I was the first to speak so get in line you two” The tall man said towards the other two men. “What are you talking about? It doesn't matter if you talked to her first. I was the first one to see her.”, the short but slightly handsome and thin man said. “Are you two deaf, I said it was me who saw her”, retorted the muscular man. “SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME YOU ASSH***S!” The angry woman's voice resounded around the area. “SHUT UP ABOUT WHO'S GOING TO FLIRT WITH THAT GIRL AND PAY ATTENTION TO ME!” The four other girls stood silently while the three men watched her shocked. “NOW GIVE ME YOUR ITEMS AND GET LOST OR I'LL KILL YOU ALL” As the 8 people stared at each other, Seoyoon just stared at them. What are these people doing? Weren't they in the same group. And what about the one under the cloak? What should I do now? Just have to wait and see what will happen. As soon as Seoyoon thought this, one of the men the muscular one unsheathed his sword and pointed at the women. “If you threaten to kill us, than you must be prepared to get killed yourself” After this statement the two other men simultaneously unsheathe their swords and prepared for an attack from the archers and the swordswomen. The chattering of the city around them continued to sweep into the ears of everyone. Birds chirped and sang as the two groups faced each other waiting for someone to make the first move. To take the blame. Suddenly, an arrow flew from one of the women's bows and into the leg of the short man followed by a short scream and a curse. The tall man immediately charged towards the other archer the moment the other took the first shot. I can't let the other one fire as well His sword plunged into the neck of the shocked archer and out again preparing for another attack. The female swordswoman took her bastard sword up in the air and smashed it to the ground where the tall man was a second ago. Panicking the unarmed woman, ran towards the other man thinking that he would help her. A quick sharp pain in her abdomen spread across her body and she disappeared in a grey flash. Pulling the arrow out of his leg, the short man charged like a bull towards the remaining archer. “Fireball” A single ball of fire few across the battlefield and hit the short man in the face. Trying to stop the pain from spreading the short man fell in the ground met with a bastard sword to his body. He died and disappeared leaving the tall man along with the muscular man facing the archer, swordswoman and mage. Like a child seeing a new toy Seoyoon looked at the battle with interest. Observing the flow of the battle calmly and waiting for the cloaked person to their move. The swordswoman swung her sword horizontally towards the two men attempting to buy some time as the archer quickly fired arrows to trap the two men. The mage then was charging up her spell again making the fireball bigger than before. “Damn it” The muscular man rolled to dodge the swing of the sword and tried to stop the mage from casting her spell. As the man was five steps from the mage, an arrow flew and hit the man's shoulder. Stunned for a moment, the man could not dodge the incoming fireball that was going to be released. Take this, Fireball” Two large fireballs flew and hit the man twice in the body causing him to die. Noticing he was now alone against three people the tall man said, “Alright, alright I surrender” dropping his sword and putting his hands up. Looking discontent on how it ended, the man looked at the three women and sighed. The next moment ended with an arrow to his face which spilled blood all over the place as he dropped on the floor and died. “...” Seoyoon looked blankly at the place the man died and focused on the sword. That sword. It’s too small for my preferences. That sword that woman is holding seems better to use. With a wide twisted smile on her face, the mage looked at Seoyoon and said, “Well your knights in shining armour have died. Now what will you do?” Seoyoon stared back at the mage emotionlessly. Annoyed by the lack of response, the mage taunted Seoyoon “Well you B***h, hurry up and beg for your life now”. The two behind her snickered at her comment. Seoyoon stared at the three and the cloaked person at the alleyway. It seems that cloaked person isn't going to do anything. I have to kill the three then. Seoyoon walked forwards and picked up the sword the tall man left behind when he died. As she looked at it a window popped up in front of her. | Worn-out Iron sword: Durability: 13/20 Damage: 8-10A iron sword that has seen better days.Requirements: None Effects: +1 Strength | | --- | The three women almost burst out laughing. A newbie trying to fight a group of three people including a mage and an archer. Impossible. Only someone insane would try it. Seoyoon continued to stare at the sword and swung a down once. This sword is a bit light. It should be enough to take these three down Seoyoon, ignorant of the mechanics of the game believed that a worn out sword as enough to defeat the opponents in front of her. The three women now started to burst out in laughter. “Who does this crazy b**** think she is. A hero fighting evil?” “Are you sure that she doesn't believe that” “This is a waste of time just watching her” Seoyoon quickly ran towards the three, her footsteps drowned out by the laughter. Her sword without hesitation went straight through the mage's heart. Shocked of what happened, the other two looked stunned at the sight of Seoyoon mercilessly stabbing a blade inside of someone. | A fatal hit! | | --- | | - You have levelled up - You have levelled up - You have killed a player. - Fame has been decreased by 50 | | --- | A grey flash appeared where the mage was and standing there was Seoyoon looking at the other two with her cold emotionless eyes. Seoyoon took a second to look at the two stunned women who had no idea what just happened nor what to do in such a situation. I have to take down one of them quickly now. But which one who I kill next? The archer seems to be the best choice. Seoyoon took a quick step in towards the archer and slashed towards her. The strike narrowly missed and left a large cut on the armour of the archer. Noticing danger the archer retreated a couple of steps and strung her bow. The female swordswoman with a large shout swung at Seoyoon vertically. Seoyoon quickly side-stepped the blow and stabbed at the swordswoman's wrist cutting it open. Bleeding and unable to hold her sword, The female swords-woman took a couple steps back waiting for her comrade to support her. Soon enough three arrows flew at Seoyoon, aimed at her. Jumping out of the way, only one arrow managed to grazed her. At this distance I should.... Seoyoon did what none other would do in almost any kind of situation. She threw her sword at an enemy. Not expecting such an action and in the middle of stringing her next arrow, the archer was unable to dodge the blade as it plunged into her chest. Coughing out blood, the archer silently collapsed and died. - You have levelled up - You have killed a player. - Fame has been decreased by 50 The last remaining enemy, the female swordswoman now armless fell onto the ground shaking with terror. “Wha…What are you” Seoyoon looked into the pitiful person's eyes filled with fear of what to come next. Seoyoon then walked towards to the dropped bastard sword and grabbed the hilt. “No...what are you goin..” Seoyoon once more stared at the sword and soon enough the stats of the blade appeared before her. | Sharp Bastard sword: Durability: 28/30 Damage: 20-25This bastard sword has been made with extreme sharpness.Requirements: Level 3 Effects: +5 Strength +1 Dexterity | | --- | Acknowledging the ability of the blade, Seoyoon looked towards the frightened woman and started to walk towards her blade in hand. “No..please don't...I beg you” Seoyoon continued to walk until she was right above the woman, preparing an attack. You beg for your life but you willingly take the life of others. It's right for me to kill you. But it still seems wrong. That doesn't matter now, there's an enemy that you must defeat no kill. But still.... It doesn't matter now, you already killed the other two, what's more to that pile. I know... Lifting up the blade high up in the sky, Seoyoon prepared to deal the final strike. With guilt of what she did and now will do once more, Seoyoon closed her eyes and let the blade fly towards the body of the swordswoman. At that moment, Seoyoon expected the body of the last enemy gone with her blade impaled where the person was. When Seoyoon opened her eyes, grabbing her hand as the cloak person whom watched what happened at the alleyway. End of Chapter 1 Chapter 2 “My my, you shouldn't be so hasty on ending a life” Seoyoon looked at the person shocked though it didn't show on her face. “Anyway I saw the whole thing. Don't worry you'll won't be thrown into jail for this incident. It was the other party's fault anyway.” Seoyoon still holding her blade towards the woman continued to stare at the cloaked person. Not letting go of her sword, Seoyoon placed the bastard sword comfortably on her back. “Good, good now to resolve this problem” The cloaked person looked at the scared woman on the ground whom at first was relieved the cloaked person saved her but then was worried by her words. “Than...Thank you for saving me”, Stuttered the woman. “Not to worry about; now strip” replied the cloaked person. “Wha, what are you talking about. Why do you want me to strip. Are you going to rape me?” “No, no, no nothing like that. I didn't mean it like that”. The woman on the ground looked at the cloaked person confused. “Then what do you mean?” “I mean give me your armour now.” “Bu but” “No buts, would you rather make me strip you down to your undergarments or just give me your armour” “Wh why would you do this when you saved me?” “Strip now” With great hesitation and reluctant the woman took off her leather armour and gave them to the cloaked person. “Now will you let me go?” “Ah, yes but before that” A dagger suddenly appeared and was stabbed into the head of the poor woman. There was no time for any kind of reaction. That was how sudden and fast the strike was. The woman's corpse quickly disappeared and Seoyoon and the cloaked person looked at each other. “Well that took care of business” Caution at the sudden motion of the cloaked person, Seoyoon immediately retreated a couple steps back and held her sword intending to protect herself. Upon seeing Seoyoon's reaction, the cloaked person laughed out loud. “hahaha such an interesting reaction. Normal people would've run away by now” Still laughing the cloaked person took off her cloak to reveal herself properly. The person standing in front of Seoyoon naturally didn't compare to her on terms of looks but was still considered a beauty in normal standards. The woman was an average 165 cm height with a slim body. Her short green hair curled down to her shoulders. With a slightly childish face with slightly larger eyes than normal revealed her bright green eyes. Her lips were still curled into a smile as she looked at Seoyoon. “Damn your avatar is extremely beautiful. How long did it take you to make it? 3 hour maybe 4?” Seoyoon continued to stare at the woman now placing the tip of her sword on the ground. “Anyway I should introduce myself, my name is Claire, nice to meet you” Seoyoon continued to stand there silent. “Hmm” Pondering Claire rubbed her chin. She continued doing for a few moments until blurting out, “Wait are you a mute by any chance?” In the mechanics of Royal Road, users can alter their appearance which allows the users to possibly play anonymously. One of these features included the restoration of missing limbs and other defects in the body in game. Those who were unfortunate in reality had a second chance in life in Royal Road. However there haven’t been many cases where a mute played and talked in game. Seoyoon continued to stand their silent, staring at Claire. “Judging by your reaction, you’re not a mute and you don't want to talk. This makes it difficult to have a conversation with anyone. Hmm” Claire went back into thinking about the current situation. “So you have some mental disability...that’s the only thing that comes in mind” Claire looked at Seoyoon and smiled brightly at her. “All well, I might as well help you for a bit until you get the hand of things.” Seoyoon caught the pieces of leather armour Claire threw at her. “Well get equipped, I got that just for you. Equipping is the same in reality, just put it on.” Seoyoon looked at the armour and checked it stats. | Leather Armour: Durability: 30/30 Defence: 8Standard set of leather armourRequirements: None Effects: +2 Vitality | | --- | | Leather Wrist Guard: Durability: 20/20 Defence: 2Standard set of leather wrist guard. It serves for minimum defence.Requirements:None Effects: +1 Dexterity | | --- | | Leather Boots: Durability: 25/25 Defence: 3Standard set of leather boots. Its comfortable to move inRequirements:None Effects: +1 Agility | | --- | Looking back at Claire Seoyoon thought: Why did this person help me? “Anyway for now, will have to do something about your decreased fame...hmm” Seoyoon stood there silently as Claire was thinking about what to do next with Seoyoon. With a wave of a hand, Claire said, “What about doing some chores. I know a couple of people from when I started out that could help your situation.” “...” Seoyoon nodded and left with Claire to find a job for her. It doesn't matter where I go now. Might as well go with her. It might be a trap though But she helped me a bit. The help involved stealing a kill from you. True but she did give me the leather armour and she offered a job. Might as well see how this leads. While Seoyoon was deep into her thoughts, Claire opened a door to a small house that had vines growing out of the walls. While entering Seoyoon noticed how the room smelt pretty bad. “Grandpa Piople, I got you a new worker” “Claire is that you?” A loud voice resounded throughout the small room. A slightly small old man with more grey than brown hair stood in front of the two. With hands on his hips the Piople with a confidence voice said, “Well Claire you brought another poor soul to this house. Do you think this one will succeed in my challenge?” “Well, she did kill two people quite easily and was about to kill the third if I didn't interfered.” “And you looted the poor soul again.” “....Well I gave her the loot this time round.” “You gave the last one the loot as well. Then you killed him when he refused to do what you wanted” “....” The two stared at get other before looking at Seoyoon. “Well let’s get you to work. Depending on how well you do I can give you some training in fighting. I am a former soldier after all. Well what are you standing there for? Get started” *Ding* | Clean The Retired Soldier's HomeAs per to the request. You must clean the house of Piople which was in the state of being overflown with trash. Depending on how well you clean up, Piople may teach you some fighting techniques amongst other skillsQuest Difficulty: F Quest Requirements: Be introduced to Piople Quest Restrictions: Quest will fail if you don't complete the quest within a week. You will face the wrath of Piople and be his slave for a week. Quest cannot be rejected | | --- | Seoyoon stared at the new window that popped up in front of her. Then another window popped up after a few seconds. | You have accepted the quest | | --- | “....” Seoyoon stood there silently. The person who had interfered with her had given her a quest but the conditions were absolutely horrible. What should I do now. I can't just cancel the quest now the consequences are disturbing. Yeah but if I can complete it, I could get some reward. I didn't come here to get a quest. True. But it will at least take my mind off things for a while. Pulling back her sleeves, Seoyoon started to clean up the room she was standing in. Claire looked at Seoyoon apolitically and said, “I'm going out for a bit. You need anything, ask Gramps over there.” With that, Claire went off leaving Seoyoon and Piople alone. Focused on cleaning up, Seoyoon didn't notice Piople staring at her face. “I be damn, she's a fine beauty indeed. Though that doesn't mean I'm going to spare you if you fail or run away.” “...” Seoyoon silently continued to clean up the room while Piople was talking to himself. As Seoyoon moved multiple items, she noticed that these items did not relate to the room they were in at all. She had found kitchenware thrown around the house at random, lamps under stacks of empty canteens of food and most disturbingly was that she had found dried out tissues around the bedroom. This is.... I better hurry up with is quest or else something important will be taken away.... Or I could just kill the old man and run away. But his seems a lot stronger than the other girl and she easily stopped by swing. This just leaves me to finish up cleaning. *** After a day, Piople came back from his trip to the bar. When he opened up the door, he saw that house as remarkably cleaner than when he left. Turning his head to the right he saw Seoyoon continuing to move, dust and wipe various areas of the house that she had deemed in her mind as unclean. As a person who had lived in a luxurious house than a perfectly clean hospital room, Seoyoon's definition of clean was certainly different than most people. The once almost muddy walls were perfectly clean as they could be, almost sparkling. The furniture that were scattered around the house were now in proper place where they should be though they weren't as cleaned yet. The piles of junk were nowhere to be seen and most importantly, the room didn't smell bad now. “What the...” Piople walked to the centre of the room and examined the handiwork of Seoyoon. Pondering, Piople inspected each of the room and found that the majority of the rooms were mostly cleaned out. “To think a person could be so dedicated to cleaning.” Piople looked at Seoyoon with admiration. However Seoyoon did not clean the rooms all by herself. After Piople left for the bar to drink, Seoyoon also went out to collect the materials needed to clean the place properly. As she was heading down the street a person ran up to her. “You are the person who just came out of that house right?” Seoyoon nodded at the question presented to her. She was somewhat calmer compared to before when a number of people was chasing her for unknown reasons. As such an open question didn't actually disturb her at all. “I bet you came out to collect some things to help you clean right?” Seoyoon nodded once more. What is this person trying to get at? “I can help you, I have the required things right here let’s get back into the house okay.” Now slightly more disturbed, Seoyoon walked back with the man to the house until another man that was bald stopped the both of them. “I can help you as well.” “Tch” Both men stared at each other for a moment and the first man smiled and said, “Well thank you but I can handle this by myself.” The bald man then said, “You underestimate your ability to clean the place. I've seen that house causing many users to fall into depression.” The two men once more stared at each other and then looked at Seoyoon. Feeling a bit guilty in wasting her time with bitter arguments, the two men came to an agreement. “Fine, you can come along as well” “Good now let’s go in the house” Seoyoon entered the house first and noticed the strange faces the two men were making. I have a bad feeling about this. I better keep by guard up. I can't trust these people. As a result, Seoyoon started to clean up the place with the tools and hands of the two men. Both were still staring at Seoyoon as they worked. At one point, one of the men entered the bedroom and found the pieces of dried tissues off over the place. “What the hell is this!” Shocked at the site, the man quickly put some disposable gloves on and piled the tissues up. He then took out some flint and rubbed it over the tissue. Soon enough the pile was on fire and was burning quickly. Noticing the smell, Seoyoon and the other man entered the room saw the fire. The bald man said with get anger, “What the hell are you doing!” Noticing the presences of the other two and epically Seoyoon, the man said with a smile, “I'm just burning a couple of things.” Shocked by such a pathetic excuse the bald man shouted, “What do you mean burning a couple of things. Are you trying to burn the house down?! Are you trying to make the quest fail!? Huh!? Answer me!” Startled by the man's anger the other man timidly said, “But there was a lot of tissues on the floor and...” “That doesn't mean you could just burn them, what were you thinking of doing you fool!” “Fool, you’re calling me a fool? You just had to barge in when I had a good position” “What good position, you just ran up to her like a starved dog, wagging your tail like an idiot” “Now listen you...” The two men continued to argue as Seoyoon silently stood there and watched the fire. While they continued to argue, the fire died out and left a black stain on the floor. Annoyed by the stain and the two men talking Seoyoon took out her bastard sword and swung horizontally towards the two men. “gah” “ahh” With sudden pain and confused face, the two men died and left an item each on the ground. Seoyoon picked up the items and examined them. One of them was a knife while the other item was some sort of piece of bread. Staring at the knife, eventually a window appeared to Seoyoon. | Short Knife: Durability: 20/20 Attack: 2-5Short but very fast. This blade cannot pierce metal or harder material.Requirements:None Effects: +1 Agility | | --- | This items weren't as good as the weapon she currently had but had more flexibility and she could use it to cut open some food or wood. Seoyoon then looked at the piece of bread. | Barley Bread: Durability: 30/30 A piece of baked Barley bread. It is hard to chew and taste bad. But it still fills the stomach.Effects: Fill satisfaction metre up a bit | | --- | Upon looking at the Barley bread, Seoyoon's stomach rumbled. This feeling....I'm hungry? I should get the piece of bread...I wonder how I get more of them... When Unni was explaining stuff she did say that Royal Road had a system for those who couldn't speak. She said to do a particular motion... Seoyoon moved her hand in the motion described to her and found a window that showed Seoyoon has ten more pieces of Barley Bread and a Canteen filled with water. Seoyoon then proceeded to put the Barley Bread in her hand in her mouth and started chewing. Ah, it’s hard to eat. But it'll do since I have nothing else. I wonder how long it's going to take me to clean the place up. The other two did most of the work and the majority of the house is mostly cleaned already. It doesn't matter, I just have to clean. It'll keep my mind preoccupied. After Seoyoon finished the Piece of Barley bread she noticed one of the bars that she could see was filling up. The bar was the satisfaction bar which automatically decreased on a rate depending on the activities you were doing. Noticing she was also thirsty, Seoyoon then took the canteen from her inventory and drank a portion from it. Feeling somewhat less uncomfortable, Seoyoon continued to clean the house for the next couple of hours. However the pace was much slower than compared to when the two men were working with her. Occasionally, while Seoyoon was cleaning up, a window popped up as well indicating the increased of a stat. *** Another four days later, Seoyoon had finished cleaning up most of the house. Claire occasionally popped up to see the progress Seoyoon made with her quest and to teach Seoyoon how to play the game properly upon researching on the various methods to open certain windows. At one point Seoyoon had finally opened up her Status window. | Status Window | | | | | --- | --- | --- | --- | | Name | Seoyoon | Class | N/A | | Health | 150 | Mana | 100 | | Level | 4 | Type | Neutral | | Fame | - 200 | | | | Strength | 11 + 5 | Agility | 12 +1 | | Wisdom | 10 | Intelligence | 10 | | Stamina | 12 | Vitality | 10 + 2 | | Leadership | 0 | | | | Offence | 23 | Defense | 13 | | Magic Resistance | None | | | Claire looked at the status window that Seoyoon shared with her and said, “Ah finally you can open and close windows at will. Remember, you have to think of opening the window, doing the motion just helps with the process. Anyway you have 15 points to spend on your avatar now. I recommend yo put 10 points in strength and 5 in agility since you use a heavier sword.” Seoyoon did what Claire instructed and allocated the unspent points on Strength and Agility. After some more explanation on various other topics, Claire eventually left once more to do something again. Seoyoon once more started to clean up the remainder of the house. Now I know how to navigate those menus. Yeah now I can get stronger properly. But cleaning this house comes first. Another day passed by and on the sixth day of cleaning the house, a window popped up suddenly in front of Seoyoon *Ding* | Quest Complete: Clean The Retired Soldier's HomeAs per to the request. You have cleaned the house of Piople which was in the state of being overflown with trash. Due to the cleanness you are known to the villagers to be a diligent cleaner.Fame has been increased by 100 You have leveled up | | --- | With that Piople appeared in front of Seoyoon impressed by the effect she had put into cleaning his house and said, “Congratulations, you've cleared quest I gave you. Now I'm going to teach you can skills and techniques as I promised since you did such a good job.” “...” “Still not much of a speaker are you? Let's go to a more open area.” Piople lead Seoyoon to an open area that was similar to the area she had been before. (The one where she slaughtered the two women remember) When they reached the middle of the area Piople instructed Seoyoon to take her blade. Seoyoon calmly reached out and pulled her sword off her back and titled it towards Piople on a slight angle towards him. Upon seeing this Piople laughed out loud. “Hahaha. You seem to have some talent in the sword young lady.” With that comment Piople drew out his own sword which was no means bigger than Seoyoon's but had a much sharper feel to it. The sword had a length of about 0.7 meter compared to Seoyoon's 1.7 meter bastard sword. With the difference of about a meter, Seoyoon obviously had the advantage. However, Piople suddenly kicked off flying towards Seoyoon preparing to slash at her. Seoyoon immediately reacted and swung her blade downwards towards Piople's body. The moment Seoyoon's blade almost touched Piople's body, his blade had somehow moved towards it and deflected Seoyoon's strike. Stunned for a brief second, Seoyoon flew back a bit before a second strike from Piople instantaneously moved towards her body. Seoyoon quickly moved her sword in that moment to block with the flat side her sword. In that moment Piople twisted his body and kicked Seoyoon in the leg causing her to fall down on the ground. Seoyoon lay there, trying to get up quickly but was stopped when she found Piople's blade in front of her neck. Piople looked down at Seoyoon and started smiling and laughing out loud before moving his blade away. “Seriously, are you actually new to fighting? You movements tell me that you are not hesitant in attacking or defending but your judgement is still lacking”. As Piople said, Seoyoon was not new to fighting as she had trained under Cha Eunhee for some self-defence and she had some martial arts experience as a result. But all of that training could not have prepared Seoyoon for live combat against a veteran. As Seoyoon got up and stood there silently, Piople started to ramble on about what he should teach her. After examining Seoyoon once more Piople said, “Okay, I'm going to teach you a couple of things you would need if you want to survive.” End of Chapter 2