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10 - The Three Gnoll Ancestors

10 - The Three Gnoll Ancestors

"They are quite large, hairy and prone to attacking anyone that gets near their weakspot." Invia answered Lunetta.

"That sounds quite fun, what level do they come with?" She asked, as if shopping for items casually.

"Level 20." Ivnia looked at Lunetta sternly. If she said the wrong thing at this stage she would get a painful whack.

Relenting Lunetta nodded. She wasn't that high leveled, but a sly smile surfaced, "I'll immediately go hunt them.", her smile turned into a smirk.

Ivnia's slap was still midair before Lunetta side stepped it and forced it into a hug. Quite a calculated move, Ivnia was quite impressed and due to the way Lunetta reacted at least hoped that she had the common sense not to commit suicide, at least not while being so young, and so squishy. A blush appeared on her face before letting go of Lunetta.

"You really need to work out more, your arms feel like jelly." Ivnia teased before giving a light slap on her shoulder. Both giggled a bit before breaking up for the rest on the day. Lunetta was at this moment planning on going gnoll killing again, and hopefully something else. She had went in for some hunting trips in the last week, but killing a lower leveled gnoll barely gave her experience. And she felt bored.

If the gnoll isn't at least at the level that the level 10 guard was, especially with the bad matchup part of it, then there's literally no fun to be had. Those weaklings are just that, weak. So weak she could stare at them hard enough and they'd die. Okay maybe not so weak, but still. 'I really need a profession. If I get one too late I'd have to spend long periods fucking around trying to level it' she thought.

Oh yes, talking about periods. They suck. Period. Ranting about her horrid condition internally she moved to the cafeteria to grab a bit of lunch. The food was surprisingly normal, besides the fact that they served everything with a bit of water. It wasn't exactly gross, it just tasted weird. She never ordered bread so she was quite safe from soggy bread.

She looked down at her two chicken legs with a bit of cheese and some potato slices, all lightly sitting in a small puddle of water. She assumed that water had a different taste to an elf than to a human, some have likely proved this by naming the tastes, but she wasn't sure whether they drank shit or not. The water made everything taste bland, it could also be a way to reduce weight.

'I could be a smith?' laughing at that she stretched. 'Which one?' Choosing a profession was a one way street, sub professions can be erased rather easily, but normal professions stick around forever. If she became a bower she would be screwing herself over quite badly. And no she was not becoming a prostitute. The thought had vaguely grazed her mind, like a sheep wondering if it should eat a turkey.

The creepy guy had at least left her alone for the most part after she had nearly broken his neck, having power felt quite good. She honestly at this point didn't want to kill someone, in the academy. She didn't know of the repercussions and she enjoyed the free stuff, except the food, fuck the food.

Walking to the smithy, she had seen him work on quite a lot of blades. He didn't seem as weird as the last blacksmith she met though, he seemed to go more on look and feel rather than the extremely complex logic stuff. He looked up at her, scratching his head and beard he quickly took the piece of metal and quenched it soon taking the newly formed sword out.

He was apparently the sword maker, and the other guy she visited kind of just sold his shit for him, they both knew how much it cost so it doesn't really matter who you get it from, the quote is the same, he usually just doesn't like being bothered. He was the socially awkward kind of person, but he wasn't socially inept, he could keep up a conversation, it just drained him.

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"Em, hello mister smith, could you please sharpen my sword? I'll pay the usual 50 copper fee" She essentially did the entire exchange to save them both any grief, but he just kept staring. Looking behind her she didn't find anyone looming over her. That other guy liked to do that sometimes in order to get less people to talk to the smith.

"Oh no miss, it's fine." He finally talked and motioned for her to hand over her sword. She did so, he went over to a grinding stone and ground the edge a bit, using a flint in some places. She fished the silver she had broken into 100 coppers. She had head from Lhymen that silver and copper will soon become obsolete due to a magical currency being implemented. He mentioned something about magical money printing she didn't understand.

After sharpening, the smith wordlessly handed her the sword, she tried handing him the payment, but he insisted on it being free quite gently. Sighing she hoped the other guy didn't bop her on the head with a mallet or something, he hated when someone took advantage of his friend.

Finally, after getting her stuff ready, and all her pondering she managed to overcome her procrastination, a gnoll guard in sight. Thinking about it, she hadn't opened her sheet in a while.

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Lunetta:

Class Level: 6

Race Level: 3

Health: 357

Mana: 300

Stamina: 275

Class Warrior

Profession: ??

Subprofession 1: ??

Subprofession 2: ??

Rank[G]

Human[G]

Bloodline: Fenrir[DS] - (Matriarchal Stable)

An unawakened power lies deep within you. +5% Strength, + 10% Intelligence

Patron: Seyvlia

Affinities: Greater Affinity of the Moon, Greater Primal Affinity of the Wolf, Lesser Affinity of Water,

Lesser Affinity of Storm, Lesser Affinity of Rain, Tiny Affinity of the Sword

Weapon: Sword[G] A basic combat sword.

Slashing -Level 1 Requirement

Armor:

Shirt(Clothing)-Level 0 Requirement

Underwear(Clothing)-Level 0 Requirement

Pants(Clothing)-Level 0 Requirement

Strength: 27 (5%)

Agility: 28

Intelligence: 30 (10%)

Vitality: 27

Endurance: 30

Points Free: 0

Talents: Weapon Mastery[2/3]

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Her last 4 points were spent in weapon mastery. She felt the blade in her hand with one hand and the other hand held the hilt, steadily she walked up to the gnoll guard, ready for another thrashing, the gnoll guard just stood there looking at her with bored eyes. When she came closer a trace of mocking could slowly be seen entering those beady eyes of it.

A cold sweat ran down her back, she looked up into the trees. Nothing, no tiny gnolls, just this brute. It turned around and bent over a loud sound could be heard. It's taunting her. It's also working since she almost sprint in right there, her vision was also feeling tunneled. 'a skill?' she thought. Maybe it was a skill. She forced herself out of the taunt.

The big dog humanoid turned around, it had a staff in hand now. Had it armed itself while she was struggling? The answer came clear soon, it began randomly swinging it around, this caused her to create some distance between them. Then it stopped. It slowly pushed the staff to the ground and held up it's hands.

Her confusion was quite pronounced at this stage. It held a fist next to it's shoulder, then with a knife showed how it would cut open her neck and fist? It made no sense. The gnoll gave a deep sigh, it walked over to her. On guard she let it get closer, if anything she could get a nice stab in, or litter it with cuts. Or maybe even slash off it's head.

It then picked up it's staff again, still curious and close she didn't expect the blow when it came. A loud thuump echoed in the woods. Her head felt like it was killing her, it almost felt a little more flat, placing a hand near where it had hit her, she felt the blood in it. She had been fooled. The gnoll came charging again. Identify [Gnoll Guard of Power Level 12] quite a bit stronger, definitely.

Finally a more descriptive name. Had the other one just learned the normal class and fucked around with it? Quite possibly yes. She had gotten the moon slammer class as an option, so she could definitely confirm the existence of weird classes. using [Slash],[Strike], [Reinforced Strike] she found that Reinforced Strike did the most with Slash on it's heels.

Not that either really did anything against this massive beast, it slammed the staff again into her side, this time however she executed parry and... She flew still. The sheer power of the attack made it completely ignore any defense she tried to put up, and directly using her blade, might cause it to shatter.

The Gnoll Ancestors, apparently even stronger than this fuck, would definitely give her a run for her money.