His mother went all out, after the initial shock of her son’s fiendish mouth which soon was worked into ‘smiting foul brigands with words that deeply struck their conscience’. She set out to prepare a massive feast.

after spoiling both her strapping men rotten with savory dishes and everyone stuffed full. She sang a ballad. listening to the way she regaled how her husband and sons where her knights in shining armor in an improv made Marlin feel happy and fuzzy on the inside.

Bradford smiling quietly tending to a strong drink, eyeing his wife all lovely eyed, “i’l be sleeping in the shed tonight”, Marlin murmured, he didn’t mind that his parents went on for hours on end in the bedroom, he simply needed his sleep.

after a lull in Betty’s ballad. Marlin looked at her and began to wonder, deciding perhaps he ought to be careful here. “Mother you are a farmer… correct”?

Bettu sighed and smiled warmly at him guessing where this conversation was going.

“Before you continue son, let me share something with you”. She grabbed his hand and His mother’s status popped up.

Name

Betty

Role

provider

Class

Farmer

Strength

10

dexterity

16(+3)

constitution

20(+5)

intelligence

11

wisdom

14(+2)

charisma

14(+)

Available points

0

LvL

6

Race

high kin

trait 1

Graceful

trait 2

hardy

trait 3

Healthy

background

Farm hand

Farming

expert

animal handling

expert

Songcraft

proficient

Graceful

you are more nimble and graceful depending on your your natural dextrous capacity.

Health perk transforms to: 5HP + con Mod. + 1 dex and + 1 attribute of your choice

Healthy:

you are exceptionally healthy +3 to constitution.

attribute.

hit points

50

stamina

300

class

Farmer

Personal XP

2122/16 000

discipline’s

Animal speak

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Plant speak

Soil infusion

Draw water

skill sets

persuasion(E)

Carpentry(p)

Diplomacy(p)

Bondage(p)

Herbalism(p)

Bartering(p)

perks

Gentle Nature

Strong Back

Green hands

Seeing expert on persuasion answered a lot of questions, “well that explains how she winds us around her fingers so easily” but his mind was occupied with a dark suspicion.

“Mother why do you have 6 skill sets selected for your level 1”?

Marlin was very confused seeing that part. Especially after Bradford had told him of the negative effects it had on your Experience gain.

“Because she was forced to. Because she was born a commoner”, Bradford spat.

“it is a practice pretty much everywhere nowadays in the kingdoms of this world”. Betty answered softly

”to keep the rabble weak and the strong, strong”. Marlin felt his own rage slowly sliding out of its sheath.

“Yes”, Betty said softly, “but Marlin you must understand i never feel like im weak alright? I feel blessed with such strapping men coming to my rescue”. She squeezed Marlin’s hand.

Marlin understood her sentiment but another harsh truth simmered into his mind. With but a single level he himself would be able to completely overpower his mother.

someone who had 30 more years than him and from that point on, it would remain that way she would always roughly stay 6 levels ahead but his slow but steady gain of additional perks and disciplines made that a non issue. Just by reaching lvl 2. He would crank his health to 73 . Due to his “blessing”, he would catch up and stand ahead of a regular commoner slow step after slow step.

He was quiet and a tension had filled the air. A lot of the things he hadn’t really believed, made sense now.

He made no delusions he wouldn’t be the strongest or best warrior all of a sudden but the gap wasn’t as big as he thought.

he always compared himself to Bradford who turned out, was an even bigger powerhouse then he initially thought. Something that had been done to Bradford by his parents, it had been by cultural design.

”seems like governments are evil wherever you go”, Marlin sighed

“I realized THAT, far too late”, Bradford spoke, his voice raw with anger.

a few quiet moments pass.

“Mother… did you dream of becoming a Knight”? She nodded, and it tore at him. The trembling, the weak smile of a dream thoroughly broken.

Marlin took a deep breath, “I think that makes me about as angry, as the both of you were, when i told you of my past life”.

“ow Marlin, yours is far worse than mine, frankly i don’t understand how you manage to keep going, i … i don’t think i would have survived it, knowing that Br…”, Marlin shushed her, not allowing her to finish the thought.

“Truth be told mother neither did I”.

She looks at him questioningly. Marlin continued: “The moment the realization had set in… i had been sick and weakened for a long time at that point, my body was failing me. When i saw it, the cold hard truth i became so angry! I… my body stopped working because of my own anger and that’s how i died”. His parents simply looked at him, there was no judgement.

it had become awkward both, Betty and Bradford were quietly eating their remaining food.

After a while Marlin couldn’t stand it and decided he would be the proverbial sacrifice to lift the mood, he swallowed, “so does dad like it when you tie him up”?

“what now dear”? His mother looked at him and only half heard him. “Why would your mother tie me up”? Bradford scoffed. “That sounds so foolish, what if bandits show up? Besides i got tied up enough when i was younger”.

“or bradford could tie me up….” Betty whispered so quietly that neither of the men heard it.

“What do you mean you got tied up enough”? Marlin was confused and needed clarification, too many wild thoughts ran through his head.

“Well in my line of work you… get captured from time to time. Tied up. Very uncomfortable very inconvenient”.

“that happened a lot”? Marlin asked, Bradford nodded, a hint of embarrassment. ”More times then i care to admit, you see we had this fool of T’jut we had to work with since she was the only specialist skilled enough. But she just Kept, Running, into, traps! It’s like the woman enjoyed being tied up”.

“Sorry dad but what is a tjut”?

”A t’jut. Its a separate sentient species, one sec”. Bradford got up to grab a book.

Marlin looked at his mon who was staring in the distance with a pinkish blush on her face. “You ok mom”?

“hmm? Ow yes no worries, im feeling… fuzzy i guess the liquor is getting to me”.

Marlin knew that was a lie, especially after seeing her ludicrous Constitution, no wonder they lasted hours in the bedroom.

He didn’t push it further, glad she seemed to be ok.

His dad came back with a book. “I can’t believe we never showed you this. Would be kind of foolish if you ran into someone thinking they are an orc only for it to be a fierce K’jut or T’jut”.

Mark turned to the page detailing K’jut, T’jut and the N’jut. They were a sentient race that reminded Marlin a lot of how eastern anime had portrayed ogres, orcs and goblins. How they had slowly been drawn in more sexually attractive creatures.

“I see that drawing them… large is a universal past time of men across the different realms”.

”what do you mean son”? Bradford inquired, Marlin pointed at the depiction of a rather thicc looking T’jut female with a ludicrous hourglass shape.

“no that’s very tame compared to how large they can be”.

“smaller than average for a T’jut? Or in general”? Marlin’s eyes went wide.

”in general, in fact most T’jut females are much larger in the chest” Bradford mentioned all matter of factly

“dad~~~ these are bigger then mom’s”.

“Marlin… your mother is a gorgeous, petite woman”.

“Marlin your dad is right, im very small for a woman”.

Marlin couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Next thing you will tell me dad is tiny”.

“I’m average”.

“what? You are ripped! You give body builders of my old world a run for their money”!

“hmm huney i just Realized he hasn’t seen

Giant kin”. Betty mentioned still in a daze.

“giant kin? As in us but bigger”?

Bradford sighed and left again looking for a tome that could show Marlin a Giant kin.

“Hey Marlin”? Betty took this time to speak up, with Bradford gone. “When you said enjoying to be tied up” what exactly did

you mean and don’t dance around the bush with your mother please.

Her blush had grown intense, and her bottle did seem a lot more empty. She gave him that look that it was time to spill the beans.

“You sure”? She nodded and Marlin sighed. “Back in my old world, some people would tie each other up, for sexual pleasure”. Now he was blushing. Why was he telling this to his innocent mother?

”I was trying to lighten the mood after it got so tense, stupid i know”. Marlin tried to brush it off.

“No not stupid, just odd…” Marlin looked in shock at his mother, she wasn’t blushing from alchohol she was running lewd fantasies through her mind!

“It’s always the innocent ones! what did i do”!?

”Oooowk”! Marlin got up. “mother! I must tend to my knightly steed! i will read him those promised bed time stories”!

“Good night my dear”, Betty had a rope in her hands. As Marlin rushed out He heard his dad, “where is marlin? And why do you have rope”? Marlin ran faster but he wasn’t fast enough, “you want me to do what to you”? Bradford’s voice had s hint of fear. Marlin had never heard Bradford voice with fear he really didn’t like the sound of it.

He crashed into the stables, happy to leave his parents to it.