"Hmm, what is this? Why is there someone in MY bath house?" a boy walked through the steam of the bath. Soren just ignored him altogether. The boy would not relent, "I'm talking to YOU, peasant."
"And you are?"
As the boy points his nose in the air, "I'm Bently Mont Ivon first son of the count."
Soren snickered as he stifled a laugh, "Pleasure, I'm the adventurer Soren."
Bently starting to turn a bit red, "So "Soren" {using air quotes with his finger} I expect you'll be vacating my bath now."
"That's a negative, the guild gave me permission to use this bath I will leave when I'm done."
"Well, I'm a NOBLE, and when a NOBLE gives you an order, you follow the order. Otherwise my father..."
"You're father will do what, exactly?"
"M..my father will have you imprisoned for disobeying an order from a noble!"
Soren's tone changed menacingly, "I was having quite the relaxing time, so you have two options. One; you can join me relax and stick to ourselves, OR you can continue to ruin my mood in which case I will throw you out before returning to my relaxing bath, your choice."
"I choose option three."
Bently replied smugly as he clapped three times. Entering the back of the bath house was an heavy set bald headed man, his beer gut hanging over the waist band of his trousers. In his hands was club that was shaped kind of like a candy cane but within the loops center was a heavy metal object that resembled a cannonball.
Sigh, just when I was really starting to enjoy myself
Soren attempted to get out of the water but as he tried to push himself onto the ledge the fat man swung his club like a baseball bat into Soren's arm, but before it was able to connect...
[Reflux]
Soren disappeared in a flash as he moved out of the way of the strike, which cause an enormous splash of the water obscuring the view within the watered area.
"That go the way you want, peasant," Bently taunted.
Bently was laughing thinking he was able to give this guy a beating for defying him. Soren appeared beside the man who had attacked him, using his lightning lance ability he struck at the man in his chest. The man was experienced enough to block but due to the electricity running through him and the force of the blow delivered he was launched backwards into the bath house changing area.
Witnessing this, Bently's hooligan mouth closed tightly.
Soren rushed the fat man who rose to his feet to swing again, this time Soren was on the offensive; he ducked underneath it, grabbed onto the arm of the man, and using the momentum from the mans swing, shoulder threw him onto the ground. Standing over the man without moving gave a barrage of punches into the mans face breaking his nose and knocking out a few of his teeth. Soren paused for just a minute, hearing the man snoring confirmed the fat guy was out for the count, so he turned his attention back to Bently.
<[unarmed combat] skill achieved>
<[unarmed combat] level up>
huh? Skills have levels? Ill have to check that out later
"I-if you h-harm me y-you wont be able to escape the wrath of my father," Bently stuttered as he threatened him.
"I'm not afraid of your father"
Bently was backing up slowly and into a corner no less , as Soren approached Bently drew a knife. The knife was a ceremonial weapon, far too ornate for practical use, he obviously had next to no struggles in his life.
Someone has got to teach this asshole a lesson, I guess its gotta be me
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Soren casually walked towards Bently, but from Bently's point of view this casual walk was oozing malice and foreboding. When he was within range Bently went to thrust his dagger into the heart of Soren, however, Soren grabbed his arm at the wrist and snapped it forcing Bently to drop the knife. Soren kicked in Bently's knee dislocating it before punching Bently in the jaw knocking him out. Dragging Bently he walked over to the wall of the bath house and dropped him in the flower garden along the wall, completely naked.
Maybe the embarrassment of public nudity will teach that guy some manners. He appeared to be older but still acted like a child.
After his scuffle Soren's good mood had vanished so he headed back to the inn to get some much needed rest. When he woke, he made his way to the guild hall to pick up his quest. Since he was D rank he could pick up C rank and below, the guild rule is one quest rank up and one quest rank down. They established this rule because if the S ranks did herb gathering quests, not only would they not benefit from it, but they would also deny the F and D rank members of the guild from getting quests more suitable to themselves. Soren wanted something to challenge himself, and something that might boost his level a bit. With those factors in mind he made his way to the quest board, commonly referred to as a bounty board. As he was looking through the C ranked quests or bounties he saw one that made his heart stop temporarily. It read:
Information on fox humanoid monster. This monster was recently encountered; it spoke the human tongue, possessed lightning magic, and if it assists you in anything it compels you to do its will. High reward granted for any information on such creature. 500 Gold
Soren was astonished that the people he had helped, multiple people, found him out and even turned him in. He may have to take additional measures in the future. He continued to search through the C rank quests till he found one that fit his goal...monster subjugation, and the monster that was being hunted was a centaur bandit named Clyde reward was 400 gold pieces. Clyde's last known whereabouts were ten miles south of the city.
Soren made his way south, feeling like he had wasted too much time already he set out right from picking up the quest. He really wasn't hurting for any items, and he was eager to battle with his new armor. Along the way he'd ask about the bandits activity and its members, from what he was able gather was the bandit group consisted of 20 members mostly human with the centaur being the head. The closer he got the bandits last known location, the less people he was able to run into no doubt from trying to avoid a run in. Unknown to Soren, there was as bandit laying in wait watching him ask these questions. The people had said the group was mostly human not all human so few people would suspect an orc to be part of that group.
Its getting dark soon, I should probably find a place to sleep.
Soren was looking for a good place to sleep for the night but he kept getting this weird feeling that something wasn't right, he was looking around him periodically but was unable to see anything. Always listening to his gut instincts he took off at a sprint in a random direction till he found a small burrow underneath a tree. It was large enough for him to crawl into, but it did not go far underground. Stifling his breathing he waited quietly, listening intently. {thud}{thud}{thud} Came this dull pounding noise that he was able to hear directly above his head
"Where'd he run off to? Lets check this way," a few disembodied voices discussed amongst themselves as the sounds receded {thud}{thud}{thud}.
He breathed a little easier that he had a moment to rest his eyes. Its better to be well rested in enemy territory than try to fight in an exhausted state. While he controlled his breathing he was thinking of his fast approaching birthday and wondered if he would still be able to have a class bestowed upon him or not now that he was a monster race. He also wondered what evolutions would be available to him once he reached his cap.
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Soren
Race: Lesser Astrabi
Level: 9/15
Health: 125/125
Str: 32
Dex:37
Def: 31
Int:22
Vitality:25
Charisma:40
Magic: 30
Luck:100
Bloodline: Royal
Blessing:???????
skill points (SP) available:18, 12 shop currency (SC), free upgrade skill box x2, random skill box x1, random ability box x1
abilities: [25% Magic Resistance-C] [Reciprocated Helper-C] [Charm Immunity-B] [Poison Immunity-A] [Indomitable Will-B] [Iron Hide-C]
skills: [Swordsmanship lvl 2] [Polearm Mastery lvl 2] [unarmed combat lvl 2] [Clawed Slash-lvl 1] [Inspect lvl 1] [Spike Bombardment lvl 1] [Concealment lvl 1]
Magic:
[light-D] [Radiant-B] [Holy-A] [Lightning-A] [Gravity-A] [Space/Time-B+] [Shadow- A]
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INVENTORY
-low grade healing potion