Amelia stood up after eating and walked towards the back of the tent. She opened a large trunk and started pulling pieces of equipment out.
“Always have to be prepared for the worst.” She says as she pulls out a large bundle of leathers and a sword.
She walks back over to me and hands me a sword with a scabbard.
“Wait outside while I change, and put that scabbard on.” She said as she headed back towards the trunk.
I left holding the scabbard in my hand to wait for her outside the tent. Now how the hell do you put one of these on. I pull out half the sword and use a quick Analyze on it.
Bronze short sword (weapon) - A bronze short sword (Low quality)
Leather scabbard (equipment) - Leather scabbard (normal quality)
Well that doesn’t help much with how to put this on. I try fumbling with the leather straps trying to get the scabbard to stay around my waist. After a few minutes of trying to tie the strap around my waist Amelia came out of the tent fully equipped with leather looking armor, and a war pick attached to her side..
“You’ve never put on a scabbard have you.” Amelia states seeing me without it on.
“Oh wow, your intuition is amazing.” I say with a sneer.
“Come here, I’ll help you get it on.” She states as she walks next to me
After getting the scabbard equipped Amelia and I left the camp. While waiting in line at the Eastern gate to Ghum, Amelia turned towards me with a puzzled face.
“So, if you’re an adventurer, how have you never worn a scabbard?” She says clicking her tongue.
“Oh, well I just joined the guild. My first job was actually to help you.” I say
“Oh that explains it. You seemed pretty capable so I didn’t even think that this might be the first job you’ve taken. Oh look, it’s our turn.” Amelia said as she and I walked forward.
Amelia quickly pulled out a strange looking card with a purple emblem on it and a guard let her through without a problem. The other guard stopped me in my tracks however.
“It’s 3 silvers for entry into Ghum.” He states with a grumble holding up his hand.
“He’s with me.” Amelia says pointing towards me.
“That doesn’t change the fac—-” The guard stops what he is saying as the other guard whispers something into his ear.
“Move along.” The guard says practically throwing me through the gate with a hard shove.
“Amelia what type of card did you show them?” I asked as we continue walking
“Oh, it's a card given to —-. Actually I probably shouldn’t tell you. Sorry.” She started to tell me, but with a second thought she stopped.
“Oh okay I won't ask about it.” I wonder what she's hiding.
We moved right along the main road until we hit an intersection and took a left towards the south of Ghum. On the way lots of people steered either very far away from me, or they purposely ran into me making comments like “demi, bastard, or Bitch”. Others would begin whispering amongst themselves as I walked by. I was at my wits ends, by the time we got to the Newburk Trading Association. The building was a good 3 stories high, and had high glass windows displaying mannequins on both sides wearing lucious dresses and tuxedos.
Amelia pushed open the door with a huff, I followed right behind. I was just as angry as she was but for a different reason. She strolled to the front where a young man about my age was standing behind a desk.
“I need to speak to the bastard who signed this deal!” She stated as she slammed down a crumpled up piece of paper onto the desk.
The young man, clearly shocked, springs backwards out of the chair he was sitting on; slamming onto the ground.
“Ye… Ye yess Ma’am. Right away Ma’am!” He replies stuttering as he quickly leaves as fast as he could and heads for a door in the back.
After a few moments we can hear muffled footsteps from the floor above. Two men, one dressed in luxurious clothing and another sporting full iron armor with a sword and shield clipped to his side, come out of the door.
“Ah miss Amelia, how can I be of service.” The man with the nice clothing says with a smirk as he sees us.
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“You’ve been cheating me since I signed this deal. Your calculations are bogus! You’ve been stealing 93 coppers every single month!” Amelia yells out.
“That's preposterous. What evidence do you have? I have never. Not. Once. Stolen money from any of my business partners.”
“Then take a look at this!” She shoves the paper I made into his chest.
“Before I look at this, that thing will have to wait outside. No demi’s allowed on the premises. I don’t want my things to be soiled by its filth.” He states pointing towards me.
“Not happening.” I boldly say crossing my arms across my chest. I’m so fucking done getting riduculed and shit talked just because I’m a demi.
The man in the armor begins to draw his blade.
“He is my bodyguard, so he has to stay. Plus you know who I am, if you dare to draw your blade against me you know what will happen.” Amelia says defusing the situation.
The man with the armor looks over to the other and with a quick nod from him he puts his sword back in its scabbard.
“Fine. I will let you keep your pet here.” He gives in with a tongue click, looking down at the paper.
I slowly start to draw my blade, fueled with rage only to be stopped by a quick touch from Amelia. This bastard, all these people are bastards.
The man quickly glances at the paper, looking over the document.
“This doesn’t mean anything. You agreed on 800 coppers, so it's 800 coppers. I can write up a new paper with the correct percentage, but it doesn’t change the fact that you agreed to it.” He says with a sneer, while turning to walk away.
“Oh really, so that's how you’re going to play this. Well I can’t wait to see what happens when the Tri Kingdom Trade Association hears about this. Maybe I should send a quick messenger hawk.” Amelia calls out to him.
He stops in his tracks. “Ritog if you would be so kind.”
The man with the iron armor draws his sword and unclips the shield from his side
Oh fuck. I quickly try to whip out Amelia's sword. Amelia quickly undoes her war pick.
While I am trying to get the sword out my Danger sense goes off right before Ritog slams his shield into me throwing me into a display rack off to the side.
““YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS REDOL!” Amelia screams out as she swings her pick towards Ritog.
He easily catches it on his shield causing her to stumble. I pick myself up from the broken display and throw myself at him as he begins swinging his sword at Amelia. I manage to interrupt his swing just before it hits her.
“Amelia run!” I yell out as I cling onto him.
-Skill acquired Grapple lvl 1-
I watch as Amelia, with tears running down her face, makes a break for the door.
“Don’t worry about me!” I yell out as I see her hesitate at the door.
I see her running away as Ritog twists his body, throwing me off of him. My danger sense goes off as I start getting up. I roll to the side just before Ritog’s sword slams down where I was. There is a giant imprint in the floor right where I once was. Holy shit, if he hits me once I’m a deadman. I stumble to my feet finally able to get Amelia's sword out. Ritog rushes over to me and swings again. This time I raise the sword to block the strike while twisting to the side. The moment his blade hits mine the sword snaps in half. Just my luck, I got the shittiest sword known to man. Luckily my twist helped me evade the swing.
“You’re already dead, thing. Give up and let me make your death painless.” Ritog says as he turns to face me. He is already breathing heavily. Maybe I have a chance.
“I won’t give up until my heart stops beating.” I say as I lift the broken sword up.
“So be it.” Ritog says as he charges towards me.
All I gotta do is keep dodging until he's out of stamina. Then I can end this once and for all. I roll to the side, but he anticipated this and I am greeted with a iron clad boot sending me sailing into another display. My vision swarms as I crash into the display. Shit. I quickly bring up my status as I cough up some blood. Oh interesting I have a level now and my skills are categorized. No time to check though.
Status
Name: Kusk (lvl 9)
Age: 17
Race: Demi-Human
Hit Points: 23/40
Mana: 20/20
Class: None
Stats
Strength: 26
Agility: 25
Vitality: 40
Intelligence: 20
Dexterity: 48
Skills: Acrobatics lvl 9, Cleaning lvl 10, Learning lvl 7, Keen Eye lvl 5, Analyze lvl 10, Woodworking lvl 1-
Combat: Advanced Shielding lvl 2, unarmed fighting lvl 3, Danger Sense lvl 5, Ax wielding lvl 1
Resistances:Advanced Poison Resistance lvl 3, Advanced Pain Resistance lvl 13, Cold Resistance lvl 2
Languages: Common (Language) lvl 10, Luink (LizardFolk Language) lvl 7
Titles: S̶l̶a̶v̶e̶
I still have half my health, I should be okay. I barely roll out of the way as Ritog slams his sword down. I make a desperate swing with the broken sword at his leg, but just hit the iron plating causing some sparks.
“So you do have some fight in you.” Ritog chuckles at my attempt.
This is hopeless. I need to get out of here. I make a mad dash for the door only to trip on the broken pieces of the display, tumbling and sliding across the floor.
“Well looks like this is the end, thing” Ritog swings his sword down towards my head.
Shit, am I going to die?! I manage to grab a piece of the display and raise it just in time to deflect the sword inches to the left of my head. I kick my foot up as he is surprised I managed to block his swing. I slam my right boot up between the armor into his testicles. He drops to his knees towering above me.
“It's the end for you!” I yell out as I grab the front of his armor pulling him towards me. I slide the broken half of the sword up in between his helmet and armor straight into his neck. He tries to say something, but it's all just garbled as blood sprays from his neck as he crashes down on top of me.
-You have killed Ritog (human) lvl 17 -
Congratulations
-You’ve leveled up x2-
-You’ve acquired 4 stat points-
-You have acquired skill Sword wielding lvl 1-
I try moving his body off of me, but I can’t. His body is pinning me down to the ground. His blood drenching me I lay there helplessly. Minutes pass as I struggle under his dead weight. Shit I’m not going to be able to talk my way out of this. I have a dead guy resting above me. Just as I think I am completely doomed, I hear a familiar voice.
“Kusk! KUSK ARE YOU ALIVE!?” Amelia calls out walking through the door followed by a bunch of other footsteps.
“Yessss, I’m aliv– Hel- get th- gu- off me.” I barely squeak out from under Ritog.