"-YOU OF ALL PEOPLE SHOULD KNOW THINGS HAVE BEEN A LITTLE ROUGH! BUT YOU JUST HAD TO RISK IT, EVen if it could cost the lives of others, YOU JUST, DON'T, FUCKING, CARE DO YOU!? HOW SELFISH, MUST YOU BE!? TO DO SOMETHING S-"
I zoned out again. Frankly listening to the Mayor light the fire had gotten old 2 minutes ago. I've been wondering how I'm gonna get any minions around here, I'd get slaughtered if left unattended.
The Mud Teeth are golems, and the stalkers are nowhere near humanoid, even if they were human-shaped, can I use bugs as minions? Would they retain they're cloaking abilities? These are the things I'll have to figure out on my own.
Skeletons will be a little tricky, I've never had any training with any weapon, so, they'd probably b-
A resounding bang echoed through the room.
"-ND ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING!"
"How couldn't I?"
"THEN GO TALK TO ELIZAR."
The mayor took in a nice deep breath.
"And more importantly, GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
"Ok man I'm going I'm going."
Naturally, when presented with the opportunity to escape. So at a nice brisk pace, I sat up, opened his office door, then went straight out the front. I wonder if all that "energy" is why the 35-year-old man's hair was already white.
I quickly made my way down the steps and paused, I was off the final step.
Rain drizzled down past the covered stairs.
"Well, that's no fun."
I stared at the blanket of mist in the sky. Each core repelled the mist in a 300-foot circular area, as such if you stared above you could see the haze bearing down on us, every second of every day.
I sighed as I stepped into the rain, each drop stinging my mutated limbs something fierce.
Whilst, the 3 seemed content working together to construct our hell overall, they still rejected each other under certain conditions.
The rain under The Cycle, is water, crazy right? Anyway. Water mages do exist along with the other elements of course but let's use them as an example, as magic users, they fall under The Weave. One of the core skills of the water mage is water manipulation, whilst water they make is of course entirely magical and therefore The Cycle has no quarrel there. But they can also manipulate natural water, this is where the gods begin to reject one another.
The MIsts can't corrupt non-living things, which is why water is untouched in the first place.
A God's influence shouldn't overlap, and you can't have more than 1 affinity. For mages and such this is a simple fix, don't mess with their water for example. But I don't have either God's affinity, so I fall under a grey area where things can overlap, and since they're not supposed to. This is where the pain arises. If I had affinity under The Weave, then the water would just roll right off to prevent the overlap, but we don't live in that world.
Funnily enough, it's totally fine If I drink water, apparently the 3 can work together a little to ensure the health of their toys if it'd have killed them. How kind.
It's a minor problem, but it sucked nonetheless. Oh and another problem, I have no idea where Elizar lives. But the dungeon's 3 1/2 day cooldown would be finished tomorrow. So I'd just get to her then.
Until then the Mayor had given me another person I should pay a visit to before he decided to grill me. Our lovely little friend at the Green Wood main office. He sold weapons, bows, maces, daggers, yknow all that kinda stuff. But in my case, he also sells firearms and ammunition.
On the plus side, free gun! Just as the 3 ordained.
So I gave my best approximation of a sprint to the office.
And with a nice jingle, I walked in.
"What do you need."
His voice was gruff and scratchy, he looked about 40. Rather muscular and fit, his hair was a fair brown, and he didn't seem to be interested in my existence in the slightest. Rather he focussed on the wall while drinking some water. that was perfectly fine with me.
"Yeah, I've got something for you from the Mayor."
That got his attention and got a better look at his face, Somewhat wrinkled, and he seemed to only possess a right eye. He was rolling with some killer sideburns though.
"Well? Ya waiting on something bud?"
Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon.
"Right, right."
I headed on over while gazing at his rather impressive display, swords, of the larger and smaller variety, axes, pretty much everything you could think of, and bows of the short and long type. All the firearms on display were mounted on a rack behind the counter.
I sauntered up and handed him the folder I'd been keeping snug in my left armpit.
"Mhm, I'll be back in a minute."
He stood up and went to a back room. I must admit, the white T-shirt he was wearing didn't match the summer shorts a lick.
After he returned he was holding 3 magazines and 3 boxes of ammo.
He placed them down on the counter before walking up to the rack and taking a handgun off from display.
"You know how to use one of these?"
"Nope."
He clicked his tongue and reached under the desk and placed a marble-sized orb on the desk with a way louder noise than anything that size should've made.
"We don't have a firing range, Head out to the woods."
"Now you stay right here friend."
He left again and whilst he was gone I took the liberty of examining the things he laid out before me.
----------
Name: FEG PA-63
Condition: Well-Maintained
Ammunition: 9x18 Makarov
Description
This is a semi-automatic blowback Handgun Manufactured by FEG, it's somewhat durable and rather reliable, it's even light, which made this handgun rather popular. This weapon was manufactured in 9x18 Makarov, .32 ACP, and .380 ACP and was often marketed as a Makarov. This particular model is chambered in 9x18 Makarov, Recommended to have the springs changed. Lefties should consider changing the grip out to one that doesn't possess a thumb shelf.
----------
Name: 9x18 Makrov Ammunition Box
Condition: Acceptable Full
Description
This Ammunition Box contains at most 50 9x18 Makarov cartridges, whoever made this box is un-named as the box is entirely blank.
----------
Activate? Y/N
Name: Mist Core
Condition: Pristine
Charge: 48/48
Description
Wards off the mist in a 300-foot circular radius for 2 days. Somehow weighs 10 pounds despite being only the size of the marble.
----------
Before I was even done reading all their info cards, he'd returned bringing even more gifts for lil ol me.
----------
Name: "Firearm maintenance on the go!"
Condition: Well-Maintained
Description
This firearm cleaning and maintenance kit is Ideal for handguns, rifles, and shotguns. Note that the Oil is running a little low, the case is designed for easy portability.
----------
Name: "Guns and you!"
Condition: Acceptable
Description
This manual details almost everything you'd need to know about firearm maintenance, and how to handle them.
----------
Name: 7 Round Box Magazine x3
Condition: Well-Maintained
Description
An Empty box magazine.
----------
Name: Black Duffel Bag
Condition Acceptable
Description
A duffel bag made of synthetic fiber.
----------
"This is all for you bud."
"Thanks?"
He seemed oddly pissed off, actually, not oddly, he just had to give away a bunch of free stuff.
"I guess I'll be going then."
"Mhmm."
I placed it all carefully into the duffel bag and left.
When I made it out the door the drizzle had turned into a right proper rain.
So I did my best approximation of a print as I headed back to the Orphanage and slipped in through the back door.
My arm really hurt, and my leg felt like my skin was boiling.
So I took the blanket off my bed and dried myself as fast as I could. Once I was done I flopped down and just lay for a while while the pain subsided.
On the plus side, I think all the fetch quests were done, so I had nothing else to do today. Except spend the rest learning how to channel the American blood that ran through my veins, or at minimum the lovely place we used to call Detroit. Granted everything is derelict buildings and trees now, so maybe, the fact that this place once was Detroit meant nothing at all.
Today really was gonna be busy, huh? But before I did that there was something I wanted to try.
----------
Name: Admatha Sullivan Marwood
Sex: Male
Age: 18
Weight: 126 Pounds
Height: 6,1
Eye color: Blue
Hair: black, slightly curls
Description
A young 18-year-old Male possesses a lean build and not much muscle. Adept with their fingers yet lacking agility, they possess 2 mutations. Nothing particularly special about this individual.
----------
"Hey now, that's kinda rude friend."