...

Grispy looked down at both of his legs. A sigh of relief came over him, as he began to sit up. He made his way over to the field next to him, and laid down.

"system.. put all points into strength."

*host has gained five strength, host is now at 20/200*

Laying in the feild, he let the thick grass suck him in. He felt empty, as though he was at sea.

"Where to next? Fighting leads to death... Running leads to death... Hiding leads to... Guess ill try that this time."

Grispy decided to scout the area while army crawling through the grass. He came across the group from earlier, and studied what they were doing. They wore an emblem that looked like a tiger being tied up by a snake.

bang!

clang!

clang!

The group had engaged another group who all seemed like civilians. They only had pitchforks, and a couple of them had bows.

Grispy watched as the soldiers slaughtered them. Not far away, smoke could be seen. It was the opposite way he had been running before every death.

"Hmmmm, if i remember correctly. They were down half their troops, and by the looks of if. These guys arent putting up much of a fight."

After a while the soldiers had slain the group that they were fighting with. As the soldiers left, unharmed. Grispy went down the hill that he was watching from, to investigate the body's. They consisted of men, woman and children.

"Well there's no reason to head back now. Might as well head towards the smoke, to see whats going on."

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Grispy picked up one of their pitchforks. He also strapped a bow onto his back. Picking up their arrows, Grispy felt no shame. For if he died, then none of this would have mattered anyways.

Walking through the wooded area, it looked to be untouched for years. Grispy wondered why they would be fighting here of all places.

Making his way towards the fire, ashe rain had begun to fall. Each breath seemed to burn his lungs. On closer look, the fire stemmed from the houses of what seemed like a village. Well what was left of one anyways...

Grispy started to look through the rubble, he had stumbled upon a locked box. BAM, he smashed a stone on to the lock. Opening it up he discovered a book, looking through the words. He could only make out the word ki.

*Host has gained the uncommon skill [ki circle +1] and [morsk language +1]*

WAHHH! The sound of a baby crying could be heard further on in. Searching through the burned house he heard the cries getting louder.

*Host has gained the rare skill [search +1]*

"Use search!"

*A life form has been detected 10 meters to your left!*

Walking over he found a baby not even five months old, warpped in a blanket.

"Well little one, looks like you're all alone... just like me, haha."

Picking up the baby, Grispy sheiled them from the smoke and falling debris. Not knowing where to go, he decied it would be best to steer away from the main roads.

WAHHH!

"Shhh litle one, just a little more and we'll be home."

He had been walking for about 5 hours now. His legs killing him, and although he didn't want to admit it. His ears were hurting as well.

"Hey! kelp here!"

An old man had shouted, waving his hand from the top of a cliff. Almost to say, 'come here, I've been waiting for you.'

Making his way over, Grispy noticed something, It was a camp! The old man lead Grispy over to one of the tents.

"Uge man, you and your chezt can blay here as goup as yuck you teef."

The old man said with a sigh. As though pained to even say those words.

"May i nog your chezt, so that i hup fest and busle them, ollo you get some gogho?"

*Host has gained the skill [morsk language +1]*

"Uhhh, okay?"

The old man took the baby from Grispy, and began unwrapping him. Revealing some burn marks, the old man started to tear up.

"What is his name?"

Grispy for the first time completely understood what someone was saying. Although he didn't know what to reply...

"hmmmm, Noah! Yeah, Noah is his name."

The old man took noah over to the bucket in the corner of the room. He began washing off all the dirt and ashe stuck to his skin.

Grispy laid down on the bed, this was the first time he ever felt so relieved. As he begun to fall asleep he didnt let go of his pitchfork, nor his bow.

*Host has found a new load point!*