and adventurers from dragging the town guard into dealing with their messes. Consider the fine as payment for services rendered by the town.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Good, good. I’d avoid the grasslands for a while. The rats don’t forgive easily.”
Scott sighed. “Great. I need to find some rabbits for a job I took on.”
The guard looked at Scott curiously. “If you want rabbits, why are you hunting rats?”
“There aren’t any rabbits in the grassland?”
“No, not around here. The rats run anything else out if they can. Try the fields to the south, or the woods down the road apiece.”
Scott considered his suggestion. He had run across two rabbits on the road while coming to town. They would probably be somewhat common in the woods. “OK, thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Also, a bit of advice. Go eat something before heading out. You look like death warmed over.”
The sorcerer nodded at that. His wounds had been healed by the power of courage, but he was still shaking. That had been an incredibly close call. He would have to pay more attention to things in the future.
After parting ways with his savior, Scott decided to check the results of the battle.
He had been forced to ignore the various status windows, so he had lost out on learning what he had gained from the fight. However, he could guess by checking his status and inventory.
He had gained three more of those supposedly rare grass skirts. There were around twenty-one rat pelts, twenty-four rat tails, and three rat eyes. He also had a single rat fang. All told, he had earned thirty-two Fayth as well.
“As insanely dangerous as that was, I earned more in the last few minutes than I normally earned in a day of package delivery.”
He checked his status:
<<>>
Name: Scott Jacobs | Class: Sorcerer | Race: Human
Age: 18 | Level: 2
EXP: 45
Next Level: 15
Ability Points: 42
Health: 13[13] | Mana: 18[34]
Attack: 6[30] | Defense: 5[21]
Strength: 6[6] | Agility: 4[4] | Accuracy: 5[5]
Intellect: 12[12] | Luck: 6[6]
<<<*>>>
Scott was absurdly pleased with the outcome. While his health and mana had not increased much, his attack and defense had increased greatly. At this rate, he would be beyond the power of those grass rats sometime soon. He idly wondered if his defense could become strong enough to completely ignore enemy attacks.
The unarmed combat skill drastically improved his attack and defense. If he had tried to fight an opponent without a weapon, and without the skill boost, he would only be able to use his base attack and defense. Of course, the trade-off was the fact that knuckle and boot weapons were the weakest classes of weapons.
Claw weapons were rated to be similar to daggers, though. They were still low-end damage dealers, and the shortest threat range among all weapons, but with training an unarmed fighter could easily be on the same level as a swordsman or other weapon wielder. An unarmed fighter might even have higher attack and defense than an equivalent weapon wielder if they developed great strength and agility.
Scott remembered what Mid had said about awakening his skill tree at level two. He checked his skill menu and noticed that his two skills had the word ‘Upgrade’ next to them now. He was eager to check that out, but opted to return to town first. The grassland still gave off an ominous vibe and he did not want to get caught unaware by another rat horde.
He jogged back to town as quickly as he could. Neerdles was on the south-side of town, in a low-rent district. The place seemed nice enough, but Scott did not appreciate the fact that he had to share a room with thirty or so other men. Instead of heading to the inn, he opted to find a nice empty corner of town near the wall.
Scott willed his skill menu open then clicked on the sorcery upgrade option. A screen opened up showing him one option and several grey colored lines extending outward from it only to disappear
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Good, good. I’d avoid the grasslands for a while. The rats don’t forgive easily.”
Scott sighed. “Great. I need to find some rabbits for a job I took on.”
The guard looked at Scott curiously. “If you want rabbits, why are you hunting rats?”
“There aren’t any rabbits in the grassland?”
“No, not around here. The rats run anything else out if they can. Try the fields to the south, or the woods down the road apiece.”
Scott considered his suggestion. He had run across two rabbits on the road while coming to town. They would probably be somewhat common in the woods. “OK, thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Also, a bit of advice. Go eat something before heading out. You look like death warmed over.”
The sorcerer nodded at that. His wounds had been healed by the power of courage, but he was still shaking. That had been an incredibly close call. He would have to pay more attention to things in the future.
After parting ways with his savior, Scott decided to check the results of the battle.
He had been forced to ignore the various status windows, so he had lost out on learning what he had gained from the fight. However, he could guess by checking his status and inventory.
He had gained three more of those supposedly rare grass skirts. There were around twenty-one rat pelts, twenty-four rat tails, and three rat eyes. He also had a single rat fang. All told, he had earned thirty-two Fayth as well.
“As insanely dangerous as that was, I earned more in the last few minutes than I normally earned in a day of package delivery.”
He checked his status:
<<
Name: Scott Jacobs | Class: Sorcerer | Race: Human
Age: 18 | Level: 2
EXP: 45
Next Level: 15
Ability Points: 42
Health: 13[13] | Mana: 18[34]
Attack: 6[30] | Defense: 5[21]
Strength: 6[6] | Agility: 4[4] | Accuracy: 5[5]
Intellect: 12[12] | Luck: 6[6]
<<<*>>>
Scott was absurdly pleased with the outcome. While his health and mana had not increased much, his attack and defense had increased greatly. At this rate, he would be beyond the power of those grass rats sometime soon. He idly wondered if his defense could become strong enough to completely ignore enemy attacks.
The unarmed combat skill drastically improved his attack and defense. If he had tried to fight an opponent without a weapon, and without the skill boost, he would only be able to use his base attack and defense. Of course, the trade-off was the fact that knuckle and boot weapons were the weakest classes of weapons.
Claw weapons were rated to be similar to daggers, though. They were still low-end damage dealers, and the shortest threat range among all weapons, but with training an unarmed fighter could easily be on the same level as a swordsman or other weapon wielder. An unarmed fighter might even have higher attack and defense than an equivalent weapon wielder if they developed great strength and agility.
Scott remembered what Mid had said about awakening his skill tree at level two. He checked his skill menu and noticed that his two skills had the word ‘Upgrade’ next to them now. He was eager to check that out, but opted to return to town first. The grassland still gave off an ominous vibe and he did not want to get caught unaware by another rat horde.
He jogged back to town as quickly as he could. Neerdles was on the south-side of town, in a low-rent district. The place seemed nice enough, but Scott did not appreciate the fact that he had to share a room with thirty or so other men. Instead of heading to the inn, he opted to find a nice empty corner of town near the wall.
Scott willed his skill menu open then clicked on the sorcery upgrade option. A screen opened up showing him one option and several grey colored lines extending outward from it only to disappear
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