The day ended with him getting his weapons back and then being escorted into the inn, Magnus headed upstairs without a second thought.
He sat down on the bed and opened his status screen. Deciding to go over everything now that he had a moment of respite.
He guessed that he could have done so sooner, and he cursed his rush to get his gear in order as soon as possible.
“Character:
Name: Magnus Alucard Isveig Lucious Ergram
Age: 18
Race: Legacy Human.
Alignment: True Neutral
Rank: Stone [Incomplete]
Bloodlines:
Main: Jotun.
Secondary: Aesir, Vampiric Red Dragon, WereDireBear.
Status: Healthy
Aether: 60 [(Core+Mind+Con+1/2Strength)x10]
Aura: 75 [9Core+Con+Strenght+1/2Dexterity)x10]
Stats:
Strength: 2*
Dexterity 1*
Constitution: 2*
Mind: 1*
Core: 3*
Habilities/spells:
* Racial:
Interface.
AutoLoot
Inventory
Allspeak.
* Bloodline:
- Jotun[⅛]:
[15%] Giants Constitution [3*]
- Aesir[¼]:
[6%] Marital instinct.
- Vampiric Red Dragon[¼]
[1%] Impale
-WereDireBear[¼]:
[3%] Body Enhancement”
He wished to know more about his racial abilities.
The interface was that, once he wished for it to expand it gave him a sassy message.
“Some people see a Book, Others a scroll. Blue Boxes for you! (Intuitive Ability to Interact and see how the System Works.)”
Auto loot was another sassy message that told him the ability was an active used 10 Aether or Aura (whatever stat was higher at the time) and 10% of the materials to do the harvesting of materials automatically.
Inventory said to not try to stuff your pets in it, that it would not allow you to store living things because they would die, and the dimensions were 3 cubic feet. Or 1 cubic yard. However, he wanted to call it.
Finally, Allspeak allowed him to speak in all languages. No sassy text with that one.
The bloodline abilities were a bit different.
Jotun was his primary Bloodline, it expanded and gave him a description, the same as the secondary ones.
Main Bloodline:
* Jotun: Aspects: Ice, Might, Cold, Strength, Magic domains: Chaos, War, Evil, Destruction… Alignment: Neutral Evil.
Secondary Bloodlines:
* Aesir: Aspects: Holly, Warrior, Brave, Martial, Magic Domains: RuneCraft, RuneSpeech, RuneSpells… Alignment: Lawful Neutral.
* Vampiric Red Dragon: Aspects: Fire, Blood, Primal, Chaotic, Greed. Magic Domains: Pyrokinesis, Hemokinesis. Chaos… Alignment: Chaotic Evil.
* WareDirebear: Aspects: Nature, Strength, Protection, Primal. Magic Domains: Druidic, Arborkinessis, Enhancing… Alignment: Lawful good”
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He saw how it classified the bloodlines. Into Aspects for each bloodline, then magic domains, and finally into alignments.
He tried expanding into the Giant's Constitution only to get interrupted by a knock on the door.
Magnus opened the door, he saw a tray of food that was brought to him by a mousy-looking young girl, she was probably 18 maybe older if he had to guess by her complexion. “Lydia,” he said with a nod.
She almost jumped up as she heard him.
“Yes!” she said as he took the wooden tray from her hands, and placed it on top of the bed, for the room had no other furniture.
“Leave it outside the door on the floor once you are done and I will collect it before midnight”
He was about to close the door before he stopped himself.
“Lydia. If I have to relive myself?” he asked her awkwardly.
“Ahh, there is a chamber pot under your bed… and if you need to use the restroom, there is one in the common room downstairs.”
She seemed hesitant for some reason, after a few moments of her fidgeting he knew that she would not talk… so he decided to cut the conversation short.
“That will be all, thank you,” he said to her and locked the door behind him.
He locked the door behind him.
He sighed in exasperation.
Why was everything so fuking weird?
He ignored his questions, not wanting any more mind fucking memories to jump into his head as he ate the food in silence.
It was… Ok, the stew was tasty enough, the bread was not stale as he expected it to be, and the cheese did not stink as much as he expected it.
It could maybe use some red pepper flakes. Or paprika, but overall it was ok in terms of salt and pepper.
He shrugged and placed the tray outside. He collapsed onto the bed without taking off any of his clothes or armor and fell asleep. Exhausted from the day's events… with a tiny hope that he would wake up inside his VR pod. His heart clung to that idea. But his brain knew it as an impossibility.
The next day he woke up without much fanfare.
“Guess im still here,” he said to himself as he yawned.
Stretching a few times to relieve his joints and finally he got up, needing to use the restroom.
He headed downstairs after grabbing all of his gear quickly.
After a quick piss into a wooden hole, he tucked away his new third leg before heading out.
The guild was not far away, some five minutes walk ended in a town square with a water fountain in the middle.
He approached the “awakened companions” guild and used the front swinging doors.
Inside he found a few people sitting at what appeared to be some meeting tables, and other people were going through the notice board.
Magnus headed to the front desk… which surprisingly had a set of bars protecting the clerk behind them.
“Im here to register,” he said, as he took of his rucksack and placed the Poleaxe against the wall.
“Welcome to The Awakened Companions. We are glad to have a new member join us.” She said with a bow.
What was with the number of women here? Like they were the majority of people. Was there some kind of war going on?
Magnus wondered, It would explain the lack of adult men everywhere and the reason for women to take over most of the other jobs.
She placed a parchment in front of him and then he realized something.
“ahhmm “ he started to say, but stopped himself.
How was he to explain… well it was medieval times.
“I can't read or write,” Magnus said sheepishly. His face heated up.
He cursed in his head. ‘Speak all languages’ he repeated. Not read… or write. ‘Fuck’
“Don't worry about it,” she said as she took the parchment back.
“Name?” she proceeded to ask some questions about him.
Surprisingly enough they accepted his First name, no need for last names, and the only extra information he had to give was his Rank and age. He said the truth “Stone, incomplete”. And she just nodded, without complaining or telling him to get out.
He let out a breath he did not know he was holding.
“How would you describe your way of fighting?” she asked. He raises an eyebrow.
“I swing my poleaxe and things die?” she burst out into a giggle.
She took a few deep breaths “I mean what archetype would you describe yourself as…” he kept on looking at her inquiringly, then waved his hand around trying to get her to explain.
“The archetypes are: Fighter, Ranger, Spellcaster, Mender, and Specialist”
“Just explain them as if I were a child” he decided to not beat around the bush.
“Fighters are melee combatants. They focus on swinging their poleaxes and killing things” she half-joked. Then continued.
“Rangers are hunters and scouts, they just that and they usually fight with Bows or Crossbows. Spellcasters are rare and they cast spells as their main source of damage. Menders are what the title says, they heal people, either with skills or spells, they are a support archetype, highly sought after by almost all parties. And finally, Specialists are everything else, heavy armored shield bearers, Trappers, Ambushers, Posion specialists, etcetera, they are highly unusual at the beginning of the ranks.”
She gave him an info dump but continued.
“Everyone starts as one of the four basic archetypes, but as their rank progresses, and they earn new skills, old ones evolve everyone tends to become a specialist. It comes with a bonus on the cut of the loot that you can earn, but that is to be discussed with the party you are on. Any questions?” she finished.
He shook his head. He had more questions, but a line had already started to form behind him and the last thing he needed was to get people annoyed at him.
“Put down Fighter”
“Finally, to get your Tags, you need to pay us One gold coin as the registration fee, for processing purposes. If you cant afford the fee, you can take a loan at…” She was about to continue saying dumb stuff so he interrupted her.
No way in hell he was taking a friking loan.
“One gold” he placed two electrum on the counter, his intuition told him that he was right about the exchange, and his suspicions were confirmed when she swiped the coin away in a beat.
“Please place your mark here,” she said as she pointed at a square and passed the parchment back to him.
He made some squiggles, similar to his old signature, back in his old world, and then he passed the parchment back to her.
“Welcome to the Awakened Companions.”, she pressed a few things behind her counter, and after pulling a lever she handed him a tag, it was the size of an egg, with a pin so that he could attach it to fabric. as she was about to dismiss him he pulled out the letter and handed it to her.
“Before we end our business, I have a bounty to collect.” She nodded. Opened the letter and read it.
Her face turned sour as she placed the letter to the side and pulled on a cord that hung next to her.
“Please stand aside. The Guild mistress will see you promptly.”
“What? Why?”
He then remembered the Guard Officer telling him that there could be complications down the line.
“I should have paid the taxes and be done with it” Magnus grumbled. Angry at himself for making that stupid mistake.
“Please, follow me,” said a stout woman.
She was short, muscular, and curvy, she had a beard decorated with bits of silver and her long hair was braided.
A dwarf? Probably.
He followed her with a reluctant attitude. What more is going to happen today? His past 24 hours being a total pain in the ass.