Chapter 3
I wonder what kind of rewards I can get from this dungeon thingy. Based on the combat skills of the goblins I faced thus far I doubt whatever is on the other side of this door will offer me any challenge. I open the door and instantly see five goblins in the room roughly the same size as the opening before. [Goblin Warrior lvl 19], [Goblin Warrior lvl 20], [Goblin Warrior lvl 21], [Goblin Shaman lvl 25], and last but not last a hulking mass of muscle [Goblin Champion lvl 32]
The three warriors are equipped with the same gear as the two before, the shaman has a staff and is dressed in purple robes, and the champion is wearing leather armor like the warriors with a wooden shield and a longsword. They all look at me and start conversing with each other in their guttural language. The three warriors form a half moon facing me with the shaman in the back and the champion sitting in, I guess his throne. He is sitting there looking more annoyed than anything.
The shaman starts to screech and above his staff a fireball starts to form. That tells me that it is some sort of mage. The warriors continue to creep towards me while the shaman channels his spell. After he is done a fireball comes wizzing my way, I combat roll to the side to dodge fireball. I’ve dealt with plenty of mages in my life. The warriors start to advance faster now. I decide to make the first move on them, while keeping an eye on the shaman. Next time he channels his spell I’ll throw my dagger at him. The warriors finally come into striking distance, I swipe at the one on the left with my spear, slicing the back of his leg. It falls to the ground, leg unable to support its self anymore. I do a 360 and stab at the chest of the one in the middle. My spear went straight through him, easiest kill I have ever had.
Realizing with my stats higher that I am a lot stronger than I ever once, I decide to go on the complete offense. The shaman begins to channel another spell, the remaining warrior slashes at me with his sword, I deflect it with my shield and leg sweep him while planting my spear in the ground pulling out my dagger and throwing it at the shaman. Before he can finish his spell, he finds a blade in his eye poking out of the back of his head. The first warrior is up and now limping towards me, I quickly finish off the goblin I leg swept with a spear through the head. I proceed to jump towards the warrior and thrust my spear through his chest, once again offering no resistance.
I turn to look at the Goblin Champion, who finally raises himself off his throne and charges me. He covers the 10 meter in a matter of a second. Damn this motherfucker is fast. He performs an overhead strike with his sword. I block with my shield and with loud crack my shield cracks right down the middle. God damn this motherfucker is strong as hell to I think to myself as we circle each other. With my spear I go to swipe is leg much like the first warrior I faced. The champion blocks with his shield, and counters with slash to my spear side. I once again block with my shield, it holds up but is definitely starting to break. We continue to circle each other after that exchange. I try to think of ways to go about this fight when I get an idea.
With my spear I flick up dirt at the champion creating a dust cloud. I use this as distraction as I quickly move to his left flank and thrust with my spear. It connects with his shield shoulder. I was aiming for the chest but he leaned his body avoiding a fatal blow. He seems enraged by this. Unexpectedly he rushes me and barrels into me with his shield my spear flys out of my hand. With both of us on the ground the champion gets me in a full mount and tries to strike me with sword. As he is coming down with his sword, I buck my hips launching the goblin off me. I quickly draw my sword end run him through will he still on the ground. He screams and draws his last breath.
“Damn that was the hardest battle I’ve fought in years, he almost got my ass”. I say at loud to myself. I receive another message. I check my status screen.
[ You have leveled up x5, +15 stat points, +5 Strength, Agility, Dexterity]
[ Name: Romulus
Level: 14 (89% towards next lvl)
Class: Master at Arms (unique)
Stat points: 15 (+3 every lvl, class bonus +1 Strength, Agility, Dexterity every lvl)
Constitution: 20
Strength: 25
Agility: 30
Dexterity: 30
Intelligence: 5
Wisdom: 6
Skills: Spear Mastery (Grandmaster), Shield Mastery (Grandmaster), Sword Mastery (Master), Dagger Mastery (Advanced), Throwing Mastery (Advanced) ]
With my automatic increase in strength, agility, and dexterity . I think I’m going to dump 10 points into constitution and 5 into strength to give me an even 30 across the board. While I’m thinking about my stats I get a other message
[ Congratulations you have cleared a rank D dungeon solo, rewards have been increased for your efforts ]
After that message all the bodies dissipate into nothing and a chest appears on the throne of were the champion sat. The chest has a blue light coming out of it.
I guess these are the great rewards that the message told me about. I walk over to the chest and open it and I once again get another message.
[ Rewards:
(Steel Alloy Shield (rare): A shield made of a steel alloy, +5 constitution +5 strength lvl 25 required)
(Goblins Bane (uncommon): Dagger with a wicked curve, deals extra damage to goblins and orcs, +2 agility, +2 dexterity, lvl 20 required)
(75 gold pieces, 1 finely crafted emerald) ]
After seeing the rewards I’m not disappointed to much. I got a shield to replace my broken one and a better dagger than the one I currently use. And I got some gold and an emerald. I’m not sure how much 75 good or the emerald will get me but it looks like it would be a decent amount. I leave my broken shield and place my old dagger, and my coins and gem in my inventory, which I found out about when I was fucking around with my status screen. I leave through the door behind the throne and brings back right back the mouth of the cave. I believe there is some magic at work for that to happen. I finally decide to enter the forest about a kilometer deep and make camp for the night. I finally adjust my stats that I forgot about in the dungeon before I rack out.
[ Name: Romulus
Level: 14 (89% towards next lvl)
Class: Master at Arms (unique)
Stat points: 0 (+3 every lvl, class bonus +1 Strength, Agility, Dexterity every lvl)
Constitution: 30 (35)
Strength: 30 (35)
Agility: 30 (32)
Dexterity: 30 (32)
Intelligence: 5
Wisdom: 6
Skills: Spear Mastery (Grandmaster), Shield Mastery (Grandmaster), Sword Mastery (Master), Dagger Mastery (Advanced), Throwing Mastery (Advanced) ]
I wake up the next day and with the two suns just beginning to edge over the horizon. I grab my things and head back to the road where I continue my journey. After about three or four hours of walking I finally see some signs of civilization, I see smoke a little the ways up. I begin to see more wear and tear in the road from horses and carriages. After another 20 minutes or so I finally see the source of the smoke, medium sized town situated at the top of a small hill, farm lands surround the town on all sides, with multiple roads going into the town. As I’m passing one of these farm lands I see an older gentleman smoking a pipe on his front porch. I walk up to the man intended to ask him questions as the where the fuck I am.
“Excuse me sir, do mind if I ask you some questions?”. I ask the man, he raises his head to get a good look at me. “I don’t mind what do wanna know”. The older man replies to me. “This mind sound like a stupid question, but where am I?”. I ask man hoping for the answers I have been seeking for the past day. “Well this here be my farm land”. He tells me, I mentally face palm myself, well no fucking duh, I was just about to ask what the town was called when he speaks up again. “I’m just playin wit ya, the town up on the hill there is called Warwick, you’re in the Kingdom of Tiller on the continent of Delmar. And since you’re asking a question like that, you either knocked your head real good or yer one of them new summons”. He tells me taking a few puffs from his pipe making smoke rings.
“What makes you think I’m one of the new summons?”. I ask him politely. “Every 10 years or so thousands of people are summoned to this world randomly, been happening that way for as long as anyone can remember. Most people nowadays are descendants of summoned ones or are summoned themselves”. He tells me while still puffing on his pipe. “That’s pretty interesting, is there anyway to get back to my old world?”. I ask the man. “Not that know of, so far I don’t know of anyone has managed to return to their old world”. He tells me with an indifferent look in his face looking out to the road watching the people go about their business. “Well do you know anything about these messages I keep receiving my vision”. I ask him hoping to get more information on these strange messages and system that seems to let me get stronger by just killing things.
“Yeah that’s what we call your status screen, shows ya your physical abilities and all that good stuff. When your summoned into this world, you are given a class based on what you did in your other world. If you were a merchant in your old world, when ya get summoned you get a class that his related to being a merchant”. He tells me with the same look on his face. “And seeing ya in armor with weapons and such, I’m assuming you were some type of soldier, so ya probably received a class along those lines. You can always change to a different class if you find someone to train ya or you do something else. You could also just receive that class as your second one”. After he tells me things it clears up some questions I had then he continues “Your stats & skills also reflect how ya were in your previous world, most people fart off with 3 or 4 in most categories”. He tells me with a mater of the fact look. I also think to myself, damn I’m good for having almost 10 in every stat. I decide to keep my stats and my class to myself and head into town to find out what kind of job I can take up. Maybe be a merc or something like that again.
I thank you and good bye to the old man and follow the road towards the town. I’m getting some strange looks form some passerby’s, I assume it is because of my armor and weapons. Although there is an inventory I will leave myself without my weapons, I would just feel naked without them. Once I reach the gate and try to walk through I hear a guard call out to me “Hey! You with the armor and shield!”. I turn to him and walk over to him, best not start trouble and have to kill the poor sod. “What can I do for you”. I ask the guard, he replies “What business do you have it town”. I don’t know if I should tell him that I’m a new summon or just tell him I’m looking for work. I decide to tell him the latter.
“I’m looking for some work with some mercenaries or something along those lines”. I tell the guard trying my hardest to be as polite as I can. I’m already annoyed that I got randomly summoned to this world, and now this cunt wants to stop me in the middle of the road just to ask what the hell I’m here for.
“There ain’t no mercenaries around here but you could check out the Adventurer Guild if you are looking to go dungeon diving”. He tells me while looking me up and down. I think of a reply and was gonna ask what it was, when decide that I shouldn’t let everyone know I’m a summon even if this man already suspects me. He’s pretty dim witted so I think I’m fine.
“Could you give me some directions to the guild then please?”. I ask the guard. I’ll check out this adventurers guild see what they have to offer, if I don’t like it look for something else that simple. “Yeah, you take the main road here for about 5 minutes and on your left you’ll see a big stone building that has two swords crossing each other as their sign”. I thank the man and make my way down the road towards the guild.
The guild comes into my view, it’s four stories high made of red brick. The entrance is a large double door made of wood with a gold colored trim. There is a lot of people going to and fro though the large doors. It’s much bigger than any of the other buildings in the immediate area. Right across the guild is a inn named The Weary Traveler. It’s the only building nearly as big as the guild being three floors. Although it’s only one floor shorter the guild is much wider taking up three or four plots of land. I decide that it’s time to go I see what this place is about.
When I walk in I see a desk with two people working at it answering questions to the people who approach the desk. One female and one male, the female is tall, maybe 5”11, short cropped blonde hair with green eyes. She seems to be pretty fit. In my opinion she probably swings the other way. The male is shorter than her, by an inch or two. He has short brown hair and brown eyes, he also seems like he has seen a few battles. He has a scar running diagonal on his left cheek.
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I decide to wait in line and get some answers the way everyone else is. After about ten minutes it’s finally my turn. I went into the guys line because it was much shorter, what a bunch of horn dogs these people are. Once I reach the desk the man says “What can I help you with”. He seems like a jolly guy, big smile on his face, which makes him look even uglier when his scar scrunches up.
“Yeah, I just wanna know what exactly the adventurers guild does?”. I ask the man. “Ah, you’re a new summon are ya”. The man ask laughing loudly drawing some glances from people around going about their business. “What made it so obvious?”. I ask with fake surprise on my face. “Because everyone who has been here for more then a month or two knows who and what the adventurer guild is and does”. He says with look on his face that says he is proud of his grand deduction skill. He continues “To answer your question, the guild takes requests from people who put up a reward for the completion of said request. It is also a place where most dungeon divers gather to get other people to join them on dungeon raids and sell the rewards they get to the guild”.
“Why don’t people just take on these dungeons themselves?”. I ask thinking back on how easy it was to massacre my way through that rank D dungeon, sure the last goblin almost got me but then again any good battle someone almost got you.
The man looks at me with a sideways look on his face. “Since you are new I understand your reasoning, but dungeons usually require at least three or four people working together to get though them, even F ranked dungeons. The level of the monsters may be lower, but their raw stats are much higher and they also have innate skills that they have at their disposal”.
I don’t know if I should tell him that I cut through a D ranked dungeon like it was butter, you know what fuck it I don’t care anymore. “You sure because I already cleared a D ranked dungeon by myself”. I say looking him right it the eyes. The man looks at me a few seconds then starts laughing hysterically. This draws the stares of almost everyone in the room.
“What’s so funny?”. I ask looking at this retard lose his shit over what I told him. While still laughing he turns to the female behind the desk looking at him weird “Gwen, this guy is a new summon and just said he cleared a D ranked dungeon by himself”. He says this while still laughing.
After he says that everyone looks at me and starts to laugh just like the retard. After about two or so minutes the laughing starts to die down. “What’s so funny about clearing a rank D dungeon by myself”. I ask, I’m starting to get annoyed at all these twats. The female named Gwen looks at me still laughing a little, “Your a new summon and clearing a rank D dungeon with a group would require each to be around level 15, and that’s with three or four people”. She says while wiping tears away from her eyes.
“Really, you guys must be incredibly weak to have to level 15 to clear a rank D and that’s being solo”. I declare with a disgusted looks on my face. I’m snickering to myself on the inside as I see everyone’s face turn serious, I love being the bad guy. But then again these twats asked for it, laughing at me like that. I’m an arrogant fuck I don’t take shit like that lightly.
A younger looking man in full plate armor stands up from his table. “And who are you to think, key word think you can take on a rank dungeon by yourself”. He asks with a frown on his face. “ Sit down pretty boy, I can already tell I’d wipe the floor with you”. I tell him waving him off like he was nothing. He really didn’t seem to like that.
Now the reason I’m acting like an asshole is because, one it will get them to believe in my skills as a fighter, and two no one will be want to try and get all buddy-buddy with me. Two birds with one stone.
The man in full plate armor, with long blonde hair and blue eyes throws down his gauntlet and declares “I challenge you to a duel!!”. I look at him with a massive smile on my face and say “Accepted”. The crowd of people erupt into yells and fist pumping.
“As the challenged, you have the right to choose any type of rules you want to set forth”. The man tells me. “Anything goes”. I say with the utmost confidence. Everyone starts to walk out the back and I follow then we come across a large training room. “There is no killing, winning is determined is the other is unable to fight or surrenders”. The man from the desk earlier declares, he seems like he gonna be the referee. The blonde man wear full plate armor, and wields a large two handed sword.
“Put him in the dirt”. “Fuck him up Orion”. “Show that punk who’s boss”. A bunch of people that circle up around us started to scream. I’m using my mithril spear, my alloy shield, I also have my sword and dagger, but I don’t plan on using them at all.
The man with the scar gets between us and says “Fight!!”. I place my spear on the crescent of my shield, which I’m surprised that it has one, not many shields utilize it. The pretty boy readies himself with his sword in front. In a flash I appear to his side and thrust my spear at his neck and stop an inch away and declare “Dead”. I back away and ready myself once again
That sure quieted everyone down, they all have crazy looks on their face, ranging from disbelief to surprise. The pretty boy is mad now and charges me and tries to do an overhead strike with his sword. I leg sweep him and thrust my spear at his eyeball, this time stopping just before I hit it. “Dead, that’s twice in a matter of seconds”, I say with smile on my face. He quickly gets up and once rushes me in anger, this time I let him strike my shield. He’s swinging madly left, right, overhead. I’m impressed with his stamina to be honest.
I decide enough is enough and deflect a strike to the side with my shield, and when he is off balanced I swing my shield at his head, controlled so I don’t kill the poor man. I connect with a load thud. He crumples to the ground, sounding like tin cans as he falls. I put my spear to his neck again and declare. “Dead, that makes three”. Then I get a message.
[ You have leveled up x2 ]
Damn I guess beating people in duels counts towards leveling up. He must have been pretty high leveled for me to level up twice from his sorry ass. I look around the room and see everyone staring at me like I have two heads.
“What never seen anyone who actually know how to fight” I say to crowd with my arms out taunting them. “If anyone else wants to fight I’ll gladly accept the fight”.
“Well you just beat the highest level fighter here right now” the man from the front desk tells me with his mouth still wide open. “If don’t mind could you please tell us your level”.
I look at my status screen quick
[ Name: Romulus
Level: 16 (57% towards next lvl)
Class: Master at Arms (unique)
Stat points: 6 (+3 every lvl, class bonus +1 Strength, Agility, Dexterity every lvl)
Constitution: 30 (35)
Strength: 32 (37)
Agility: 32 (34)
Dexterity: 32 (34)
Intelligence: 5
Wisdom: 6
Skills: Spear Mastery (Grandmaster), Shield Mastery (Grandmaster), Sword Mastery (Master), Dagger Mastery (Advanced), Throwing Mastery (Advanced) ]
“I just leveled up twice so that puts me at level 16” I say looking at my status for confirmation.
“Le-Le-Level 16!!!” He screams with his hands on his head. “How the fuck did a level 14 beat the shit out of a level 50!!!” The man exclaims. “What the hell is your class!!” He once again yells out.
I think for a minute, I don’t know if I should tell them or not. On one hand I don’t really know how secretive people are with their shit, and I don’t know the consequences for telling people. And on the other hand I really don’t give a shit so I think I’ll tell them anyway. “Well I have a class called Master of Arms, and what I’ve been told is your class is generated by what you did on your previous world”. I tell them looking disinterested.
“Master of Arms, never heard of it, what rank is it?” He asks me. A bunch of people in the crowd are racking their brains trying to figure out if they have heard of it before.
“It’s a unique class” I tell the peanut gallery.
“Unique!! Holy fuck, there is only 3 on the continent with a unique class that I know of”. The man exclaims again, looking more surprised. Any more surprises and I think the man will just keel over. I walk over to the pretty boy I knocked out and slap him a few times to wake him up. His eyes open slowly and it seems like he is confused on how he ended up on the ground with a massive headache. I offer my hand to him and say “You are pretty decent for one as young as yourself”.
He reluctantly takes my hand and asks “How are you this strong when you were just summoned”.
“Simple I was this skilled on my previous world” I tell him helping him off the ground. “You seem like a decent swordsman, what’s your mastery?” I ask him trying out get a good idea of the level of skill in this world. I don’t even know why I hold people to my standards, I was trained from birth but it doesn’t hurt to ask.
“I’m intermediate rank, why do you ask?” He tells me checking range of motion on his neck with a pained look.
“So low while being level 50” I ask with actually shock, am I just that good or are people just trash.
“L-l-l-low, most people are still at novice rank at this level” he tells me
“Novice, holy shit you guys suck with weapons” I say laughing hysterically like they did to me. A little payback never hurt anyone, ok maybe poor pretty boy here but he deserves it. “I was level 1 being a Grandmaster with spear and shield” I say while still laughing at them.
When I say that everyone got quite again. “Grandmaster!! god damn, thought I’ve seen it all, holy shit I’m gonna have a heart attack” the scarred man says while using the wall as a support. Everyone is just as shocked as them.
“Why you guys all surprised, you just saw me kick this dudes shit in at level 14, well 16 now but still” I say to all of them. “I started that D rank dungeon when I was only level 1”.
“So you actually did clear that dungeon by yourself?” Someone from the crowd calls out.
“Yes why would I lie about that it I can’t back it up, and I just backed it up, I also indulged all of you with my class and mastery ranks so maybe you should start believing in me more”. I tell them while walking out of the room. I plan on going across the street to The Weary Traveler and come back tomorrow when things have quieted down a bit.
The price for a night at the inn was 5 silvers a night. The way currency works in this world is 20 coppers is 1 silver and 20 silvers is 1 gold. Since I only have gold I pay for four nights, bringing my total down to 74 gold. I also still have that emerald, I’ll check with the guild I tomorrow to see how much I can get for that. Once I do that I’ll go around the town and shop for some weapons and armor. I need a new spear, sword and some new half plate.
I get up to my room, lock the door and jump right on the bed and pass out. It’s been weird and tiring few days.
I wake up right around sunrise and head downstairs for breakfast, after breakfast I make my way over to the guild. I walk through the doors and head straight to the desk. Not a lot of people here today I think to myself.
“Ah mister Grandmaster” the same scarred guy from yesterday says when I reach the desk. “We never did catch your name yesterday”. He says with a smile on his face.
“My name is Romulus, or Rome I you want”. I tell the man. “Now how do I sign up to be an adventurer or whatever you call it” I say.
“Well Mr. Romulus, we have some papers for you to read over and sign, basically saying that we are not liable for anything that happens to you, and that we get first rights to anything you wish to sell that you obtain from a dungeon” he tells while grabbing some papers from a drawer in the desk. “There is also a sign up fee of 5 gold, if you do not have money we will instead be given rights to an one item you obtain from your first dungeon dive with us” he tells me matter of factly. “Also I should warn you that as a branch of the main guild that operates in almost every country on the continent, you are not authorized to participate in any wars while a part of the guild, that is also on the contract in greater detail” he says laying out the papers and grabbing a pen.
“That won’t be a problem, I also have the money right here”. I pull the 5 gold from my inventory and hand it to the man while I start signing the papers. “I also have this I wish to sell to the guild” I say as I finish signing the papers and pull out the emerald I received.
“Ooooh, got yourself a finely crafted emerald” he says as I give it to him for him to inspect. “These bad boys are used for jewelry enchantments, and with it being finely crafted it will able to hold a Intermediate or Advanced enchantment” he tells me while still inspecting the gem. “Something like this we can give you around 300 gold” he tells me putting the hem down and looking at me.
“300 gold it is then, I don’t need it and I don’t really care about money to much right now” I tell him. He takes the gem and goes into a door on the other side of the desk. After about three minutes he emerges with a bag of gold. “Is there really 300 gold in that small bag” I ask looking skeptical, but then ago I have an inventory that stores things god knows where.
“The bag is enchanted to reduce the weight and size of itself, not really to useful with the inventory and everything but it’s good for transactions such as this”. He says while handing me the bag. I put it in my inventory.
“So where is the nearest blacksmith?” I ask the man, which I still don’t know the name of and don’t really care to ask, I’ll just call him scar face in my head.
“When you exit the guild take a left and then take the first right you come across go down a couple of minutes and you will find Smith’s Smithy on the right. Yeah weird name but he’s one of the best blacksmiths in the country, he’s at the advanced level in smithing” he tells me with a bright smile on his face. I thank the man and head out the door and begin walking down the road.
I don’t really notice yesterday but the medium town doesn’t smell like one would think. It doesn’t smell like and shit, it actually smells kind of citrusy, kinda a fruity but hey what ever floats your boat. All the buildings are mostly made of solid wood and occasionally the token brick building. People are walking or riding a horse going about their business. I arrive at my destination and walk right into the smithy. I hear the banging of a hammer striking an anvil. The clattering or weapons and armor being struck. It’s a surreal sound reminds me of watching my uncle do this sort of thing when I was younger.
“What can I do for you?” A little boy maybe the age of 9 or 10 asks.
“I came here looking to get new gear for myself” I tell the young boy who I believe is probably the smiths son.
“Come right this way then, your free to inspect the items as you please and test them out, you break em you buy em, you run away with anything and will be paralyzed because the weapons have an enchantment on them that if you leave the building without paying and having it removed it will shock you”. He tells while leading me into a large room that has every weapon I can imagine and some that I can’t imagine. It ranges from small daggers to massive halberds on the right side, and on the left side is armor of any kind. The armor is more for show as they would need to get me fitted and customized for my armor. Which I wouldn’t mind, my armor may not give me any added benefits but it still does it’s job.
I think to myself, since my class says I start at intermediate with every weapon, maybe I should get something I haven’t used as often as my current weapons. I’ve used almost every weapon under the sun, well two suns. I walk down the line of weapons and set my eyes on a longsword that has a slight blue ting to it, with leather bound hilt and and guard that curves upward slightly at the end. I go up to it and inspect it
[ Mithril Longsword: A finely crafted longsword made of mithril (+6 Strength, +3 Agility) lvl 30 restriction ]
Ah nice so they do have Mithril in this world, but there is probably something better than that around. I continue to look at the weapons, I finally decide to get a spear first then look at another weapon then check the prices of the armor. I stop on a spear that has a black shaft and a what looks to be a steel tip.
[ Scorched Earth Spear: A spear with a shaft crafted from a a Scorched Earth tree, with a finely crafted steel alloy tip (+6 Dexterity, +6 Intelligence) Has a 50% change to deal fire damage to target, lvl 40 required ]
I give it a good whistle and pick up the spear. It feels extremely light, like I was holding air. I give it a few good thrusts and decide that’s it’s what I want. I ask the boy, “How much for this spear?”.
“That spear is 120 gold, the fire enchantment bumps the price up a bit” he tells me with a nod.
“I’ll take it” I say as I give him the money and and the spear, he removes the anti theft enchantment and hands it back to me. I place it in my inventory as I plan to still look around. I decide on a pole-arm to look at next. I had a great deal of experience with them but not as I would have liked, plus they are really fun to use. I look at them when I see one that I like and I inspect it.
[ Forsaken: A medium sized Partisan with a solid wood shaft and a Obsidian head (+10 Strength, +7 Constitution) unable to use weapon skills when wielding this weapon, lvl 45 restriction ]
This is perfect I think to myself, I can’t use weapon skills anyway and it gives me insane stat boosts. “How much for this one” I ask the boy.
“Oh that one, around 50 gold, even-though it gives great stat boosts you can’t use weapon skills and who wants that”.
“I take this one as well” I say as I hand him the partisan and the gold. He does his thing and hands the weapon back to me which I instantly put in my inventory. I now have 204 gold left and decide to ask how much some armor would be.
“Now how much would some half plate armor cost?” I ask the boy. It feels weird asking the little boy this, but seems like he knows what he is doing.
“Depends on what it’s made of, but let’s say Mithril which I saw you eying at earlier, with a chest piece, vambraces, and shin guards with the rest being leather it would run you 300 gold” he says after calculating the price in his head.
“300 huh, would that be all up front or upon completion?” I ask him curiously.
“It is half up front and half upon completion, the half up front is for the raw materials, and other is half is the profit”. He says
“I’ll do that, the Mithril please” I tell the boy and hand him 150 gold leaving me with 54 gold. He takes the gold and leaves and comes back with some tape for measurements. After he is done he writes the down and takes it into the smithy. He comes back after a little bit.
“The armor will be ready for you in three days. Just come back with the rest of the payment and you will receive your armor”. He tells me while writing some stuff down on some paper. I thank the boy and head out. I really wanna test out my new pole arm, I summon it from my inventory and receive a message.
[You have reached mastery rank Advanced with Pole-Arms]
Damn I though for sure I would be master but whatever that’s my humble opinion. After receiving the message I suddenly remember that I have not used my stat points from that duel.
I decide to put 4 into Dexterity and 2 into Agility. Dexterity is quickly becoming my favorite as it allows me to strike opponents more accurately. The extra stats are looking good coming from Forsaken and Goblins Bane.
Class: Master at Arms (unique)
Stat points: 0 (+3 every lvl, class bonus +1 Strength, Agility, Dexterity every lvl)
Constitution: 30 (37)
Strength: 32 (42)
Agility: 34 (36)
Dexterity: 36 (38)
Intelligence: 5
Wisdom: 6
Skills: Spear Mastery (Grandmaster), Shield Mastery (Grandmaster), Sword Mastery (Master), Dagger Mastery (Advanced), Throwing Mastery (Advanced), Pole-Arm Mastery (Advanced) ]
I head back down the road and back to the guild to find out about dungeons in the surrounding area. I’m ready to fuck some shit up.