It has been a week since we have looked into the story of the young vulture. He has kept his shiny and weak metal to himself to preserve his first success of the named ones. He smiles knowing that he has evaded their eyes and has kept something for himself. His pride grows as he plays with the tiny metal hoping to one day put it in a big building he once saw in one of those big cities so long ago.

After all of these years of suffering the vulture has begun to fly with his own wings. Wings that will one day shadow the world for all that it holds.

'I wonder what I will find today!'

The young vulture was heading back towards the sand as it is something that encompasses all and the forest was only a detour in his route. The sand is everywhere and will continue to spread everywhere. From his shoes to his hair and one day it will conquer his trousers. Hopefully that day is far from now. There have been no war zones to scavenge so no loot has been acquired but soon that fact will change. The young vulture was beginning to feel an itch at the idea of collecting shinnies.

The vulture looks into his stats but this time he truly looks at what they are.

Name: TBD

Age: 22

Level: 1

Physical: 6...

---resistance: 3

------Physical: 3

---Strength: 1

---Endurance: 2

Mental: 8...

---Intuition: 6

---Intelligence: 1

---Wisdom: 1

Magic: 0...

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Luck: 3...

---Fortune: 3

Skills: Sleight of hand

Resistance: None

Affiliations: Vultures

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Vows: None

Boons: None

The screen wasn't something that needed to be understood or read. It was simple and intuitive. The young vulture knew what everything meant but if he was told to write them down he would struggle beyond any other challenge he has faced until this point. Thinking about all of these stats he felt information flood into his head like never before. The information felt like it was there the entire time but like he was wearing the wrong glasses and couldn't read properly.

Maybe this is because of his recent gain in intelligence that he has never had these thoughts before.

Looking into his physical chart it has some of the most information to unpack. It has a wide variety and the young vulture is in tune with his body naturally so he understands the information the best. The resistance category is about his ability to take hits and all of that ability is focused on physical toughness. That adds up after a full year of being followed by the named one. Strength seems to be his muscle strength and their elasticity. The low number is because he only ever tilts bodies and rummages for shinnies. No actual lifting involved. Endurance is his ability to stay active and not get tired all day. Sifting though bodies and sand will do that to someone. Endurance being the lower number shows how many beatings he took over the last year and how meaningful they were.

Even someone without a name could grow if pushed enough.

His mental stats made no sense at all. What is intuition? It simply feels like the ability to understand something without actually understanding it. How does that make any sense at all? Intelligence is what gave the young vulture the ability to process all of this information. He could take everything that people said and begin to comprehend it. Finally, wisdom feels like he could apply it if someone asked him about the subjects of his stats. If they asked him about how he got the resistance then he could describe the wonderful amount of beatings he received and how beneficial they were.

The most exciting stat was magic...

And then there was luck and that one was simple to explain with fortune. He found shinnies easier!

The stats seemed super simple and easy to understand even for a vulture with no name and only one intelligence.

This was where things got complicated to explain.

First were the skills. The young vulture had sleight of hand but felt like it wasn't actual speed of his hands. More like he was able to make objects disappear. He earned this one shortly after hiding the shinnies before and doing it multiple times until the names gave in. But the skill made no sense. Hands didn't disappear nor did they get faster. Wouldn't hiding items make more sense? Dumb skill

Resistance was blank and there was nothing to explain. The young vulture felt it was important because of his intuition but he had no actual knowledge on the subject. It felt like having them would make his body better. What does having a better body do for someone anyway?

Affiliations... He was a vulture. No denying it. Shinnies were amazing so who wouldn't want to be a culture anyway.

Vows and Boons felt very similar and connected. One was what he gave and the other was what he received. Connected but at the same time their own little entities.

There was a lot to unpack for this little vulture and the sun was beginning to rise so it was almost time for his day to begin. They have found another desert landscape recently used in a battle and it smells fresh.

Fresh was an open term but it usually meant that the corpses weren't too rotten and that scavenging was going to be full of hope, even for the unlucky ones. Today was the most exciting day for the young vulture and he planned to take advantage of his newly acquired skill.

Who didn't want more shinnies?

He excited his little tent which was no more then a flat piece of fabric propped up on a stick to protect him from the sand and the chaos it invoked. He wrapped up the fabric and began to walk towards the cart with all of the basic supplies for survival.

The young vulture felt he was seeing the world with new eyes and the camp looked so full of life. So full he decided to take it all in once again.