It was cold.
The icy reaches of the air clawed at my frozen skin as my eyes wearily opened, frost building up in the crevices. The sun pierced my eyes, causing me immediately move to cover them. I was shivering.
I felt the familiar feeling of hard, solid wood below me, shaking every so often from the calm waves of the ocean...
The harsh scent of the sea infiltrated my nose, the insides being covered with salty vapour. A cacophony of 'caws' emanate from above, a veritable swarm of sea birds flying above me.
My head pounded... where am I...?
Who am I?
Panic rises in my chest as my thoughts overtake me. I was clueless to all as if a thick wall blocked my access to my memories. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart and bring some order to my scattered thoughts. But the more I tried to remember, the more the memories slipped away like sand through my fingers.
I looked around, trying to find any clues that might help me figure out where I was and who I was. But all I could see was the endless expanse of the ocean of ice stretching out in all directions as far as the eye could see. No land, no ships, and no signs of civilization.
I tried to stand up, but my legs felt weak and unsteady as if I hadn't used them in a long time. As I looked down, I saw that my clothes were tattered and torn, barely clinging to my body. I had no belongings, no weapons, nothing to defend myself or even to survive.
I collapsed back onto the hard wooden floor, a large sigh escaping my mouth. The fact my breath was so easy to see showed me how cold it really was.
My eyes were heavy, my stomach felt like it was trying to consume itself. My muscles themselves lost strength, succumbing to the calm erosion of the freezing air.
Perhaps... just one moment of rest would do me well... just one.
I closed my eyes and allowed myself to drift off into a restless sleep, my mind swirling with fragmented memories and strange visions.
When I awoke again, I was no longer alone. A figure stood over me, their face obscured by a thick hooded cloak. My first instinct was to jump up and defend myself, but I was too weak to move.
The figure spoke, their voice deep and gruff, "You're lucky I found you before the frost did. What's your name, kid?"
I tried to remember, but my mind was still a blank slate. "I don't... I don't know," I said, my voice hoarse and weak.
The figure sighed and crouched down beside me. "Well, I can't very well call you 'kid' forever. How about we give you a name? Something to go by until you remember your own?"
I nodded weakly, grateful for any help I could get. The figure thought for a moment before speaking, "Alright, let's call you Vale. Suits you quite well, If I do say so myself!"
I nodded once again. It was better than having nothing, at the very least. It was somewhat comforting, honestly.
"T... Thank you." I attempted to lean up, but I didn't have the strength or energy.
"Whoa, there. Lie on down, you need to keep your strength." His voice was wrought with concern as he patted me down.
I nodded again, as much as I could right now. I swallowed, though my throat was so sore it hurt to do so. The man noticed, handing me what looked to be a hot broth. I gratefully took the bowl and sipped the warm liquid. It wasn't much, but it eased my pain ever so little.
"'Name's Valten. I'm a fisherman. Noticed you out on that rickety boat while I was looking for food." He eyed a large spear leaning against the wall of this cabin. "To be honest, you're lucky to be alive. We're on Cape Frigora, the most north place you can go on the map that I know of."
I listened intently to Valtan's words, trying to commit them to memory as I stared out at the endless expanse of ice beyond the cabin's small window. Cape Frigora... I have no recollection of the name... I let out a mental sigh at the notion.
"I've gotta say, I was pretty caught off guard when I first saw you. Drifting along in what was basically an oversized plank! 'Figured you were a sailor, but then I saw the state of ya..." He leaned on his arm, "Practically starving to death, your throat all swollen and frost building up on your arms. Thought you were dead before I checked your heart beat."
"I... see. " My throat was still hoarse, though it was getting easier to speak through. "How long have I been here?"
Valtan scratched his beard thoughtfully. "Hmm, you've been unconscious like this for half a day now. Heh, I can see why, those sort of circumstances would have killed most. You're built tough, Vale."
I blushed somewhat at his compliment, grateful for any sort of positive comment about myself since I had no memory of who I truly was. "I... I don't remember anything about myself, my past. Who I am... how I got here..."
Valtan's expression softened, "Well, that's alright. I'm sure your memory will return soon enough. I've heard of folks like you losing memories and such, though I won't try and say I know how exactly you did lose 'em. Don't worry, though, we'll take care of you until you're back on your feet."
"'We'...?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Are there others here?"
Valtan nodded, "Aye, there's a small village not too far from here. We'll take you there once you're feeling better. Don't worry, they're good folk. You'll be in good hands."
"I understand... Thank you again, I--"
He cut me off, chuckling, "No need for thanks, Vale. We're all just trying to survive out here in this unforgiving land. Helping each other out is just part of life."
I smiled with my chapped lips, and Valtan smiled back, the wrinkles on his face furthering his kind look.
Though, it seemed a pot started boiling behind him. He stood up, walking over to it and pouring some into a mug. He mixed it around with a nearby spoon, eventually handing it to me. It was a light blue colour, though the colour was quite natural.
"Here, my famous Snowsage Tea." He grinned, "It'll help with your throat and warm you up."
I took the mug, inhaling the steam that wafted from it. The aroma was soothing, and the warmth spread through my body as I sipped it. It tasted like a mix of mint and something sweet, with a subtle earthy undertone.
"This is... quite good," I said, feeling a bit more comfortable now that my throat wasn't as dry.
Valtan beamed, "Glad you like it! It's a recipe passed down from my ancestors. 'Ell, the Snowsage's said to even give it some medicinal properties. I like to think it's kept me going all these years."
I took another sip, relishing in the warmth it brought to my chest. "I can definitely see why," I said, looking up at him.
Valtan chuckled, "Well, I'm glad to hear that. Now, you should rest and let your body heal. We'll be heading to the village once you're better, and then we can figure out what to do next."
"... Alright," I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me.
Valtan nodded, "Of course. Sleep well, Vale."
...
My jaw clenched down on the soft piece of bread. It was a bit sour, but it was the only thing available for breakfast. Besides, I wasn't about to be ungrateful for food.
I had spent the night in a small wooden cabin Valtan placed me in. Valtan had left early in the morning, saying he had some errands to run but promised to be back before the evening. Which means... I have the place to myself.
I decided to take the opportunity to explore the cabin a bit more. It was a cozy place, with a small fireplace, a few shelves stocked with books, and a surprisingly comfortable bed. That was indeed the one I slept in. Valtan had a spare, leaving it to me. The kindness of that man seems to know no bounds.
My eyes were drawn to a small mirror Valtan had set up. While it seems odd to say, I don't quite remember what I look like, so there was no reason not to take a peek.
As I looked into the mirror, I saw a face that was quite unfamiliar to me. My skin was a deep shade of brown with a cool, almost purple undertone. My hair was a mass of black curls that framed my face in a wild and unruly manner. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to tame it, but it only seemed to make it worse. I'd have to get used to that. It seems... perhaps a brush is in order.
It was hard to place my exact features. I suppose I was quite androgynous, my face being more round, however. It truly was strange looking at a face that is difficult to place as your own... But I didn't despise it.
Thinking about it, Valten was quite the opposite of me. His skin was quite fair, though I suppose it made sense for the cold region he's used to. His beard was rather straight as well, it being long enough to even braid. While it was hard to see some of his other features, he did seem to have a more square facial structure.
I wandered around the cabin, looking at the various trinkets and tools scattered around. There was a map of the region, a compass, some fishing gear, and a few pieces of hunting equipment. I picked up a small knife and examined it, running my fingers along the sharp edge of the blade. It was beautifully made, the handle carved straight from the wood of a tree, the blade itself a finely forged metal.
As I inspected the knife, a sudden memory flashed through my mind. I saw myself holding a similar knife, using it to cut through a thick rope. It was just a brief glimpse, but it was enough to send a shiver down my spine. Just who was I before I lost my memory? What kind of life did I have...?
I shook my head, breathing out as I regained my composure. Every time I tried to think further on the topic, my head was struck with pain.
I put down the knife, feeling a bit overwhelmed. I decided to distract myself by checking out the map.
I unfolded the map and my eyes scanned over the various markings and lines etched onto it. It was a map of the region surrounding Cape Frigora, and I could see several small villages and towns marked out. I traced my finger along the coastline, noticing a few landmarks and potential routes for travel. There was one particularly large mark, right by the biggest town on the map right at the bottom. It was labelled "Losthaven".
My attention was drawn to a small note scribbled in the corner of the map. It read: "Beware of the Frost Jaguars".
My eyes redirected up to the top right of the map, out on the ocean. Valtan told me he found me drifting from the east, which must mean this is west of there. If I can find a larger map, I might be able to figure out where I came from... That would have to wait, however.
Suddenly, I heard the sound of footsteps outside the cabin. I quickly folded the map and placed it back on the shelf before turning to face the door.
Valtan entered the cabin, carrying a small bag filled with food. He smiled as he saw me, "Good morning! Did you sleep well?"
I nodded, "Yes, thank you again for letting me stay here."
Valtan chuckled, "And again, no need to thank me. You needed a place to rest, and I was happy to help."
I watched as he started to unpack the things he had, pulling out some fresh bread and fruits. "I brought some breakfast for us. How about we eat before we start the day?"
I nodded, and we sat down at the small table by the fireplace. As we ate, we chatted about the region and its history. Valtan seemed to know a lot about the area and its people. We were in the Frostlands, a region on the West continent. Cape Frigora is at the very top of the Frostlands upon the coast, making the temperatures less than suitable for life. Even so, there are many small villages nearby, one especially close to the cabin Valten typically stays at. He's so close, in fact, most of the villagers there consider him one of them.
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"Ah, that reminds me..." Valtan pulled a small spherical stone from his pocket, placing it on the table. "This here's an item enchanted with an appraisal ability. My old pal lended it to me after I told 'em about you... That's besides the point, it might help to find out more about you."
I was curious, staring at it. The Appraisal stone was a light gray colour, with a slight shimmer to it almost. I was interested.
"What exactly does it do?"
"Well, on us people, it typically gives us a glance at our abilities, along with a few other pieces of information. Oh, it just shows it to you, so don't worry about me peaking." He let out a hearty laugh.
I couldn't help but laugh along with him, feeling grateful for his kindness and sense of humour. "Alright, let's give it a try."
Valtan nodded, "Just hold it in your hand and focus your thoughts on yourself. It should do the rest."
I picked up the stone, feeling a slight warmth emanating from it. I closed my eyes and concentrated on myself, hoping that the stone would give me some answers.
After a few moments, I felt a tingling sensation in my hand, and I opened my eyes. The stone had stopped shimmering, and in its place, some text appeared on the surface.
Vale Unassigned Stat points: <0> Affinities None Level 1 HP 10/10 Class:
Species:
Wisdom 10 Agility 12 Faith 10 Quests
My eyes raised at the influx of information suddenly appearing onto the stone, an almost confusion arising inside of me. I didn't... understand what most of this meant. I'm sure I would get it eventually, however, and there was still more to read...
Abilities Skills LV Progression N/A N/A N/A N/A
I furrowed my brows, confused about the "Progression" ability. "What does that mean?" I pointed towards it. "It says I have an ability named 'Progression'."
Valtan leaned over the table, examining the text on the stone. "Hmm, that's interesting. I've never seen that ability before."
He pulled out a small notepad and scribbled a quick note, tucking it away in his pocket. "I'll have to send a letter to my... friend. They might know more about this."
I set the stone back on the table, feeling a bit disappointed that it didn't give me more information. At the same time, however, I was intrigued by the singular ability I had. While I could have no idea what it was, I couldn't say it held no purpose, no?
Valtan noticed my disappointment and patted my hand reassuringly. "Don't worry, we'll figure it out. And, in the meantime, I have an idea."
He stood up from the table and went to one of the shelves, picking up a thick book. "This is a training manual that I've used in the past. It covers everything from physical training to magic and other abilities. If you have this 'Progression' ability, perhaps this book will help you harness it."
He handed me the book, and I flipped through the pages, amazed by the wealth of information contained within. There were detailed diagrams of various exercises, descriptions of spells and incantations, and even sections on mental and emotional training.
"Incredible..." I was in awe of it, my eyes probably sparkling with excitement.
"You may not be a warrior, er, probably not one, but there's no downside to getting stronger in this place. Besides, in my old age, I've practically commited the thing to memory." Valtan chuckled.
"I'll be sure to put it to good use." I bowed to him somewhat out of respect, a smile on my face.
"I'm sure you will! Now, it's looking like you're recovering all right. How about you meet the rest of the village?"
I thought for a moment. It was an offer that I really couldn't refuse. I want to know more about where I am... I suppose I need to know more about this place. I simply have too many questions.
"Sure," I replied with a simple smile.
Valtan led me out of his house and into the village. As we walked, he pointed out various landmarks and buildings, introducing me to some of the other villagers along the way. They seemed interested in me. I suppose I can understand why, an outsider that looks totally different from everyone else oughts to raise a few eyebrows. Though, me being with Valtan smoothed everything over. They indeed were quite kind folks, as he said.
The village was small, but lively, with people going about their daily business. I noticed that everyone seemed to be carrying out tasks that were necessary for the survival of the village, such as farming, hunting, and crafting. It seems that they all worked together to maintain their way of life. I quite admired it.
I was quite interested by the methods they used to farm. Considering the cold environment they lived in, it would be difficult to grow any natural crops. So it is, they seemed to decide to cultivate the plants that could naturally grow in the cold, that being mostly herbs.
A conversation with one of the farmers, however, taught me that it wasn't possible to grow most of the natural vegetation. That was why along with hunting, the hunters would forage for berries and such on their daily hunts.
As we walked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging, even though I knew nothing about this place or its people. There was something about the simplicity of their way of life that appealed to me, and I found myself wanting to be a part of it.
Finally, Valtan led me to a large building in the center of the village. "This here is the chief's home. Considering you may be here for a while, might be good to meet her."
I nodded, though it was a tad bit nerve-wracking. As we entered the building, I noticed how well-made and sturdy it was, with thick wooden beams and carvings adorning the walls.
The chief was a woman, older than Valtan, but with a commanding presence. Her hair was a dark brown similar to most of the other villagers, but she had these piercing green eyes that made it look like she could see right through you. I won't lie, it made a cold sweat roll down my cheek.
She was seated at a large desk, going through some papers, but looked up as we entered.
"Ah, Valtan. What brings you here today?" she asked, her voice deep and authoritative. Her eyes glanced at me for a moment or two.
Valtan bowed respectfully. "Mornin', Chief, I'd like you to meet our new guest. Found 'em while I was out fishing last day. Couldn't remember a thing."
The chief's gaze fell on me, and I could feel her assessing me. "Is that so?" she said, her voice laced with curiosity. "Well then, welcome to our village. What can we call you?"
"Vale, Ma'am." I spoke with my head tilted low.
The chief nodded, her eyes still locked on me. "Well, Vale, it is a pleasure to have you in our village. The Allmother has a plan for us all, so I see no reason to deny you the safety of our village." She smiled at us, "We may be small, but we are strong. That is what lets us survive the frost."
Both Valten and I let out a sigh of relief at the Chief's acceptance.
"Glad to hear it, Chief." Valten looked up at her, grinning. "You're a kind one as always."
"Compassion is necessary to survive hardships. That is our guiding principle as you know." She took a step up from her chair, "Besides, we're always in need of more hands. Especially right now..."
She seemed troubled, her eyes narrowed. I tilted my head at the notion, Valten raised an eyebrow
"Everything alright?" Valten raised his open palm to his stomach, questioning the Chief.
"Ah, I suppose you wouldn't know yet, Valten.. The Frost Jaguars have expanded their hunting range as of late. If it continues, we may lose some of our own hunters to them."
My eyes widened at the name of the Frost Jaguars again, Valten seemed quite concerned, though. I remember seeing it on the map I read... I have to assume they're quite dangerous then.
"What's so bad about them?" I wanted to know more.
"They're apex hunters out here in the upper Frostlands. What's worse, they hunt in large packs, big enough to decimate our hunting groups." She let out a sigh, "If that wasn't bad enough, the Alpha has the Telepathy skill, which allows it to send out orders instantly no matter the distance."
"I... see..." I muttered to myself. I couldn't even fully understand the true danger of them, yet I couldn't not shudder. "Is there anything that I can do to help?"
"Hm..." She thought to herself, "We do need more hunters, but it may be quite dangerous. I wouldn't want you to be hurt... Tell me, Vale, do you have any experience in the field?"
Valten interjected, "I can vouch for 'em. They must've survived weeks out on the sea. Plus, I can always train 'em. These old bones don't forget my hunting days!"
She chuckled, "Well, I trust your insight, Valten. After all, you know life on the ocean best." The chief turned back to me, "Very well, Vale. If you're willing to learn and take on the risks, we could use an extra pair of hands. But before we make any final decisions, I'll have Valten train you in basic survival skills and hunting techniques. Once you're deemed capable, we can discuss sending you out on a hunting mission."
I nodded my head in agreement, though I was still somewhat nervous at the prospect. It was perhaps... A bit exciting, however. "Thank you, Chief. I won't let you down."
She smiled warmly, "I know you won't, Vale. Valten will take good care of you. You'll find that our community is a close-knit one, and we take care of our own."
She went quiet for a moment.
"That is to say, welcome to our village."