Neither Jill nor Bob could be considered kind. But of the two, only Bob could be called truly intelligent. In most things, Bob was at best an apathetic bastard. This was especially true of things he knew little about or knew little about. On such things, he was the perfect yes man going with the flow with no questions. But with something he knew, his usually lazy and bitter persona was replaced with something else.

Like a boy who found a fun new game, he was an innovator with an eternal wellspring of passion. This was especially true with games. So, in a new world much like the games he enjoyed. It was a recipe for madness.

So there he stood in the front yard with a mad grin. His test dumb that goblin stood there covered in the best protection Bob could make. Pillows encased her body, bound with a mix of tape and cloth. A helm made from a hard metal pot sat on her head as he stood proud of his makeshift armor. That was not enough for Jill, who prayed for mercy.

Jill watched in terror as her instincts screamed at her to run. But she watched as the one called Bob simply stood. She had no way of knowing what Bob was planning. If she knew, she would have escaped.

Bob stood on the firm ground, counting on his mental checklist. First, he needed to figure out the rules for attack. So, with the stray goblin that had ruined his sparking fantasy adventure that had dragged his grandmother into it, with a malicious grin, Bob pounced, leaping forward at the cowardly goblins. Jill shook, falling and waiting for the killing blow. But it never came as Bob only poked her in the helm.

It was still enough to drop to the ground, but unlike the orc, Bob had thought of that. Jill's wrapping of pillows and sheets kept her relatively safe with no broken bones.

“That hurt” Jill shrieked, pushing herself off the ground.

“Relax, I had to check,” Bob sighed.

This was not the best, but he needed the information. How else could he be able to make the proper plans for the future? But that goblin pissed him off, so with steam rising from his body he tried to seem reasonable.

” Hit me ”

“What?” Jill shrieked looking at the steaming creature they called Bob.

Despite not being as bulky as an orc, he was strangely almost as monstrous. Forgoing a shirt his slim tone shone in the morning sun like a strange blade. There was a burning intensity to the man which always seemed to be at the edge of exploding. But normally he was under his grandmother. What Jill feared was being alone with Bob. But like most things, they often find themselves within their own fears.

“Come on, I don’t have all day, you know,” Bob growled with his chest bare and hands open.

“Okay sir,” Jill squealed, leaping and slapping bob’s hand. She did it as softly as possible to avoid the reprisal.

Noting the attack, Bob called his status sheet. It shimmered to life with a shower of red light. His clinical eyes stared over the assorted numbers and terms, searching for a roll button.

That attack a mere slap took a full hit point, and despite his lower defense, he saw a reduced damage icon as well. So could the status alter defense? What of attack? How much would it do ?

“Do it again.”

“Come again?” Jill mused, confused. It was not strange for a goblin to be used to serve strange fantasies to Orcs. It was rather normal and goblins rarely survived the experience.

“No, your gonna kill me if i do that.” Jill shrieked.

Scowling Bob loomed over the poor goblin like death and swiftly tapped her. Well, Bob never considered the fact he was almost double the size of Jill. She toppled over as that man merely pushed her over.

He almost felt bad. But now she was a goblin he thought it wouldn’t be too bad. However, his expectation of a clean action missed two facts. His own newfound strength and the fact the goblin was barely the size of the small child made a love tap to bob a crippling blow to Jill.

She made a big show of it too. She wailed like a baby, clucking her hands and screaming in agony. For a minute Bob started. Such was expected of a goblin. Bob as he looked down confused.

“Calm down, it was not bad. I think.” Bob growled. A thought occurred to him, a strange memory.

“Status screen open.” He screamed with a panic screech.

With a spark, it appeared. Strangely, it changed, the edges of the text becoming a bit more like an aged bit of paper. The text had become more fanciful and even had curled around the edge of the text. His eyes gazed through his character information annoyed by his carelessness.

Bob Jones

Level 2

Hp: 20

Class: Flame Knight

Experience: 1600 (hot blood.)

Weapons- Any non missile weapons

Armour -Any except shields

Class Features

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Mighty blow

Flame start

Racal feature :

Coward escape.

Ever a student.

Other features are available.

Despite his curiosity about his class exp, what was more important was a mighty blow. He had glanced at it but he needed to actually read it.

With the biggest of hunches, he growled in a boiling rage. In his mind, he made an error that could be catastrophic.

He almost felt bad. But now she was a goblin, he thought it wouldn’t be too bad. However, his expectation of a clean action missed two facts. His own newfound strength and the fact the goblin was barely the size of the small child made a love tap to bob a crippling blow to Jill.

She made a big show of it, too. She wailed like a baby, clucking her hands and screaming in agony. For a minute, Bob stared at the strange show. Then,it was expected for a goblin. Bob frowned as he looked down confused.

“Calm down, it was not bad. I think.” Bob growled. A thought occurred to him, a strange memory.

“Status screen open.” He screamed with panic screeching.

Slowly the box changed. It was like turning the page to a book, one that was old and worn. Unlike the burning pain of stat menu, this was more of a ripping agony like aggravated toothache or stubbing a toe. Growling softly he stared and realized what he had done.

; Mighty Blow;

Once a day, you deal extra damage equal to your level per day. If you are fighting a creature one size category lower than you, this ability can be activated up your ability modifier.

With a guilty expression, he glanced at Jill, who had moved from holding her hand to only nursing her wounded limb, with large puppy eyes. Gulping, he stared down, wondering what he could do. He was a blood fighter class, not a paladin but there may be a way to help her. Maybe a heal spell he could learn.

“Ouch, it hurts sir, please no more?” Jill begged, touching a nerve that Bob was dead.

Growling, he looked at the purchase available and sighed. That nerve burned in his head like a brand. That feeling of guilt shame and disappointment raged across his psyche. It was a new world, he was a goddamned hero. Why should he care? He battled himself for a moment, then folded with a single withering glance at Jill's wounded face.

Kindling available.

White kindling - Users of this kindling gain access to the lay on hand, as a paladin of similar levels. At, level four you may cast level spells like a cleric from the spheres of healing.

Black kindling - Users of this kindling gain access to lie on harm as an anti-paladin of a similar level. At level four you may spell as a wizard but only from the school of necromancy.

Red kindling - Users of this kindling gain access to the holy sword feature of a paladin of a similar level. At level four you may cast spells as a wizard but only fire-based spells.

Bob's gaming instincts halted him for a moment, stopping his altruistic thoughts. The greatest issue was that all the abilities were good. Fair, too good, almost too hard to choose. But once again, that shriek from the goblin forced his hand. With a silent curse, he hoped the cleric was like the Advanced Dnd or had reversible spells.

“I accept White kindling. “Bob scowled.

His body erupted into flames. At first, Bob panicked. After all, he was on fire, but then, no pain occurred. Stumbling a bit Bob noted how strange it was. It felt good, like a soft gel over his weary body. Then it got weird. Bob's hands went to his head, scratching at his skin. It was like the gel became a bad powder. But it grew, the itch going into a strange burning sensation that consumed him.

Jill watched Bob with confusion. She had no way of seeing any status screens and only saw Bob stop screaming out random names that were just as alien to her as the cleaning products. Then he started burning. Confused, she only stared at the strange man who she could only make one conclusion. He liked pain.

He liked it so much he loved to share it. Which was almost worse than the orcs. They would kill burn and other uncouth things to goblins but they never seemed to enjoy the pain. With an upturned face, she felt a new emotion within her. It was a downer feeling that felt like strange boiling within her judging the bastard. That was new. Goblins never judged.

But that strange white fire seemed familiar. A distant forgotten memory from a moment that was too short to be important awakened in her. It was almost nightmarish. So with what little strength she had left she moved back to the farthest fence and waited for the worst.

Bob burned, the wisps of flame burning into his very being. Fire consumed him, his mind, body—his soul, being put on a flaming pedestal for something to see—to judge. His flaws were forcefully dragged into his awareness, the judgmental gaze leaving no corner unturned. A constricted gasp was all he could manage—the edges of his vision darkening as the pain continued to rise.

Just as he thought it was over—that he'd be burned to the bone, it all stopped—relief like he’d never felt before making him fall to his knees.

The back of his spine shuddered as he blinked, text white as paper appearing in front of him.

“The white kindling accepts you.”

Bob’s body fought the urge to collapse. The air was barbed wires and his eyes burned in the sun's light. Stumbling forward pain became truth, and it was not pleasant. But as the madding gaze formed he saw it. The goblin, Jill. Resolve hardened to will as he shuffled to her. Hard heavy steps took Bob slowly to his target, who responded by closing her eyes and pulling back. Clearly, she was afraid.

Good Bob thought I have a reputation to uphold.

Then he swiftly grabbed poor Jill by the neck, jolting her upwards. This of course made Jill panic even more but to her surprise, it felt good. A truly odd concept to a goblin.

Was that what the big one felt when he got hurt? No wonder he enjoyed it. Jill thought looking at him.

Gently Bob's hand lowered down putting Jill onto the ground with a strange care.

“So let's take a break K?” Bob sputtered looking at the sky.

“Sure sir. Would you like me to fetch you some water?” Jill questioned hopping to her role.

“Fuck off with that now. You're not my damned slave. “Bob growled. “I may not like it but you are here and that means you gonna act respectable.”

“I don’t understand what you just said,” Jill replied, annoyed.

“I know. “

“Then- “

Jill’s eyes narrowed as an arrow shot past her head. Bob was as lucky as another arrow slammed into his chest. However, Bob was much tougher than Jill and that arrow merely poked his chest like a small pin. Painfully but nowhere nearly lethal. Shimming to the left he narrowly dodged another then another. It escalated to a brutal volley of small spikes. With his soul burning Bob’s brutish hands grabbed Jill and ran under the watch of feral eyes.