Waking in a cold sweat, Grispy clenched his chest and began gasping for air. His hands reaching for the chains that tied him down.
"You're gonna wake the baby up if you keep yelling like that."
"SHUT UP OLD MAN! Their gonna hear you!"
Grispy was trying his best to break the chains. He just couldent seem to get any leverage. Was this the old mans doing?
The old man approached him, putting a cold rag across Grispy's forehead.
"See young man, there's nothing tieing you down. You are in the camp now, you're safe here. No need to worry anymore."
Grispy stared at the old man, looking him up and down. Quickly shifting his eyes towards noah, he saw him sleeping next to him. The chains around Grispy had begun to loosen.
The baby woke up crying, Grispy went to get up, but the old man had already picked him up. Rocking him, he began to hum a melody.
Grispy layed back down, with a sigh of relief. Listening to the old man hum, Grispy rembered the times his mother used to due the same thing.
"Old man, I-I just... I just wanna go home!"
"I know, I know, but you must be strong for your brother."
Although Noah wasent his brother, Grispy didn't want to correct him. 'Maybe I could just live here for the rest of my life. A calm and Peaceful- NO I must get stronger!"
The chains had disappeared, and Grispy leaped out of bed grabbing the pitchfork and bow.
"You slept for 13 hours, you should eat something."
"Eating can wait, training comes first! Please take care of my brother..."
Grispy made his way out of the old mans tent. Tents surrounded him on all sides, some people were sitting outside. They all looked to have been through a war, there clothes tattered and bloody, some were even missing an arm or a leg.
Grispy's passion burned even harder then before, he wanted, no, he needed to get stronger. For the sake of himself and his new family.
Making his way over to a spot that was a little open.
*class [spearman] equiped*
he took the pitchfork and begun to do a stabbing movement.
*[spear arts +1]*
He did the same thing hundreds of times. His spear arts had only gone up three more times. He seemed to be at a bottle neck.
*host has gained [spear arts +3][strength +2][flexibility +3]*
"System, show me my stats."
*stats* [skills] [classes] [effects] [equipment]
level 1 exp 0/15 ki 0/100
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points to spend - 0
memory 2/10
reaction time 8/20
intimidation 14/200
pain resistance 2/10
poison resistance 25/100
fear resistance 11/200
bone strength 25/200
strength 22/200
agility 3/100
flexibility 18/100
air circulation 10/10 MAX
blood circulation 5/10
"Now show me skills."
[stats] *skills* [classes] [effects] [equipment]
beserk [rare]- when active you will lose all sense of pain and your strength will be increased by 300% (lasts for 5 minutes)
search [rare]- shows any (living) thing in a (three) feet radius 1/10 0/5
calm and collected [rare]- when under stress your mind works 250% faster
overkill [rare]- after killing an enemy you gain 5% strength (this stacks, but wears off after no enemys are killed after 1 minute)
dismantle [rare]- this allows you to dismantle any object you touch
creation [rare]- this allows you to create anything with the materials around you
shout [uncommon]- when used, your voice will be amplified by (300%) and will cause (panic) into anyone with less fear resistance then your intimidation 3/10
taking flight [uncommon]- lung capacity increased by 50%
ki gathering [uncommon]- able to absorb and store ki 0/100 1/1000
spear arts [uncommon]- using a spear is (50%) easier 8/100 0/100
ki circle [uncommon]- provides a (three) inch ki circle around the body, this gives the host increased reaction time in the circle 1/10 0/10
archery [common]- using a bow is (50%) easier 1/100 0/100
running man [common]- when running, agility increases by 50%
morsk language [common]- able to understand morsk 3/5
math [common]- making calculations is faster 1/10
survival instincts [trash]- when faced with the possibility of death you will do everything in your power to survive
"Hmmm, im barely getting anywhere just doing this..."
Grispy headed back to the tent to get some food. When he first started training it was bright out, now the sun was setting.
"So how did the training go?"
"I got no where, but I can always start again tomorrow."
The old mans eyes had wavered, as though he had seen this before.
"So, what's your name?"
"Grispy, and you?"
"Just call me Houst."
"Interesting name."
"HoHo, I could say the same to you!"
The old man had seemed to be forcing out laughter. Grispy didn't mind though, he understood that everyone here was struggling. A little laughter, even forced, lightend up the mood.
That night Grispy fell asleep as soon as he was done eating, the only thought he had was to train. In the morning he was woken up to the smell of food. Getting up to eat some breakfast he noticed what it was, it was the same gray gravy from last night.
"Hey, old man, what is this stuff?"
Houst began scouping up the chunky gravy with a spoon, putting it in a dusty bowl.
"It's cause of the famine, and it dont help that our normal trading route has been blocked."
Grispy picked up the bowl, and began scarfing down the food.
WAHHH! The baby began crying. Grispy made his way over to noah, picking him up.
"So, what's blocking the pathes?"
"There have been an increase of army pratols lately."
Grispy handed Noah over to Houst, and picked up his pitchfork. Heading out the tent, he made his way over to the same place as yesterday.
Getting into a stance, he had begun the same training as last time. Stabbing the pitchfork into the air, he was visualizing the group that had killed him last time.
As time passed, he had already stabbed 150 times, but he didn't even get 1 point in spear arts.
"You know, doing that won't help you get anywhere."
Grispy became startled, he was so entranced in training that he forgot where he was for a second. Turning around quickly he saw who was talking, a man almost 1 foot talller than himself and muscular. His body was covered in scars from battles.
"Who, who are you?"
"Im the leader of this camp! Ive been watching you train, why don't you join my crew!"
The man spoke with such force, it felt as though each word rattled the surroundings. Grispy wanted to refuse at first, but after thinking about it, he thought joining would increase his chances of survival.
"Alright, I'll join, but on the condition that you help in my training!"
The man stuck out his hand, and as Grispy went to shake it. The man gripped it with so much strength that Grispy fell to his knees.
"I will make you ten, NO, one hundred times stonger! Hahaha!"
Grispy couldn't help but smile, he was one step closer to being able to protect himself and the things he cared about...