> [Vitality +1]
If you don't work, you don't get paid. If you don't get paid, you don't eat.
> [Vitality +1]
Living in a camp like this was almost worse, when there wasn’t a battle on the immediate horizon. Somehow, I seemed almost as likely to meet my end in the tent, as I had during combat.
Three days.
It took three days to even be capable of keeping down some bread and water. Laying still, and suffering, while the others went off to the work of building up the fortifications nearby.
At times, Mars would check on me. She did what she could, getting me spare bread, or water. Jones would... well, he'd check if I was alive, before returning to his seat by the bunk.
Kepler didn't do shit, but then- had I really expected him to?
No… Laying still, watching my health waver like the ebb and flow of a tide... lower... lower...
I could see how someone like me, might honestly die.
Maybe it was my vitality.
I had to wonder. For all the status attributes seemed to influence, there was a property to them which almost felt like a buffer. Something applied overtop the natural order of things that I was familiar with.
Whatever I’d come down with, my buffer clearly wasn’t enough to handle it.
Fever, sweats, weakness that felt almost crippling. The inability to keep much of anything down. All I could do was lay in my bunk and [Identify] whatever happened to be nearby. Over and over, reading the hallucinatory text, praying that the pain would let up.
Finally, it broke through.
Name: John
Title: Summoned Hero*
Class: None
General Skills:
> Language of men - Lvl 10 - Passive
>
> Identify Lvl 5 - Active
Special Skills:
> Hide Presence Lvl 1 - Active
Status:
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> Vitality: 14
>
> Endurance: 16
>
> Strength: 18
>
> Dexterity: 20
>
> Intelligence: 45
>
> Wisdom: 46
Health: 49/50
Stamina: 18/20
Mana: 100/100
The fifth level of [Identify] came abruptly, while staring at my dagger.
It felt like being struck by a bolt of lightning, with a side of vertigo.
> Steel Dagger
>
> Sturdy weapon with no enchantments. Intended for stabbing attacks. Useful for around-camp purposes. Despite the age and small chips in the blade, this was forged by a talented-smith.
Even sick as a dog, I could recognize that the fifth level of [Identify] was significant. As the after-effects of whatever had struck with the level up faded, I inspected the dagger with a greater clarity. It was almost as if, upon using [Identify] on it with the fifth level had been the same as seeing it for the first time. No longer was it simply a possession I kept on myself, but something unique. Every tiny little detail of the weapon seemed far more important and recognizable.
The rest of the afternoon was spent trying to obtain the same effect from the other things around me.
> Silver Coin
>
> Silver Coin, stamped and minted by the Nautalin Empire. The edges have been shaved slightly, indicating previous owners might have had less than morally aligned intentions prior to exchange.
Well... that was slightly bothersome. I soon found most of my remaining coins were like that, and made a note to ask Kepler about it when he returned.
After another few hours, though, the Squad Leader still wasn't back.
Neither, it seemed, did Mars or Jones return, which soon had me worried. From what I could tell, it wasn't nightfall quite yet, but it wasn't exactly mid-afternoon either. Evening would be fast on approach, and it was strange for the tent to be empty at this time.
I thought of trying to get up, but a sudden commotion outside stopped me short.
"The rules are simple." I heard Kepler's voice, on approach. "You're property of the Golden Wing Mercenary Company. If you run, you will be killed. Either by me, or some feral monster, or an enemy, or you'll starve."
A strikingly familiar speech, I felt.
"What-" Someone I didn’t recognize tried to speak.
"Shut the hell up" Kepler stopped them. "That's another thing. You are to follow my orders, and don't fucking bother me. Even if you think it's important, you can fuck right off. Ask someone else."
Ah.
I cupped my ear, to listen more closely.
"But what about-"
"I just ordered you to shut up." Kepler growled, pulling open the tent. "Pick a bunk, sleep. Fortifications just finished today and I'm sure the Company is being relocated to the next battle soon enough. So, tomorrow, I expect you to train with the others."
"Aren't us heroes supposed to be treated a little nicer?" Someone asked. "They weren't this rude at the palace! And when we got here: who was that woman, before?"
"Shut. Up." Kepler's voice boomed, earning a sudden silence. "I'm only going to say this once. Are you all listening?"
Dots already connected, I leaned back, as far as I could go. Willing myself to sink within my bunk. Out of sight, out of mind.
"Ye-"
"Shut." Kepler's tone brought about a new level of quiet. Sitting up to look, several terrified expressions huddled, just inside the tent. "Listen here, and listen well."
Several terrified expressions nodded.
"No one gives a flying-fuck about the fact that you're Heroes."
"But-"
"No one."
So it was, that the Squad in Mud Tent suddenly found itself increased by seven.
The next “batch” had arrived.