You have entered Wolfspine Artificial Dungeon (Level 1-3)

Felix dismissed the announcement as he steps off the teleportation circle. The vague feeling of pins and needles in his body disipated quickly, the residual magic of the teleport returning to the environment. Looking around the room, his eyes quickly found the chest that had been mentioned before.

"Three rooms, one with weapons, two with tests. No big deal. I can do this."

Opening the chest, he is confronted with a single sword lying across the bottom of it. A simple cord wrapped handle that meets a single edged black iron blade, it looked like a beginner smiths first weapon. The absolute lack of other weapons in the box left him little choice however.

"Better than nothing. I didn't think the guild examiners would lie to me, but I guess this is a test after all."

Giving the plain blade a few practise swings, he nods at the sword, accepting it for what it is. Stepping up to the carved stone door leading to the next room, he takes a breath, preparing himself for what might be beyond it. Worst case senario, a spellcaster. Or three. Best case, an unarmed training dummy. Pushing the doors open, he steps through the doorway into the slightly larger stone chamber, his eyes quickly scanning the room for sources of danger. Focusing his gaze on the goblin standing roughly in the center of the room, his sword slides into a defensive position, as he steps towards it.

The creature is armed with a notched falchion, and wielding a dented buckler. Wearing studded leather armour, it's clearly a frontline fighter, and as it notices him, quickly begins to approach, its shield held lazily to its side as it examines the barely armed, unarmored intruder in its domain.

Felix smiled, thanked luck for the opportunity, and deciding to meet the goblin in its arrogant approach, cut through its chest in a single stroke, his sword cleaving through the goblin too quickly for the blood to stain its otherwise pitchblack blade. Looking down at the now motionless corpse, he frowned at the outcome.

"I don't know. I had expected more from my first real combat. I hope this doesn't deduct points from my scoring."

Looking around the room to ensure he hadn't missed anything, he walked towards the doors seperating the final room from the rest of the dungeon. Unlike the first door he had passed through, these were impressively imposing, at least twice his height, and covered in gleaming runes. Some variation of elven, but none that he had ever taken the time to learn. Stretching out his arms before pushing the doors open, he once again prepares himself for a hostile encounter.

This room was easily three times the size of the previous one, and as his eyes roamed around it, he could see why. Three goblins, two with shields and one with a bow were scattered around its interior, and near a crude throne on the far side of the room, he could see a larger goblin wearing a brilliant gold necklace. This was clearly the real test of the dungeon, pitting multiple enemies with different tactics against a single adventurer. The larger goblin was likely to posses at least a basic class in addition to its natural abilties, making it the deadliest of the four in front of him.

Regardless of the numbers, the door behind him had closed, and unless he was content to get killed here, the only way out was through, and he had asked to undertake the test after all. This was the room that would determine his class, and help him get started on its path if he cleared it as well. Raising his sword into a defensive position in front of him, he began his approach to the goblin throne on the far side of the room. The two shield goblins instantly moved to intercept him, while the archer began to nock and arrow. Tensing for the coming assault, Felix lunges towards the nearest shield-bearer, his unexpected attack catching it offguard as his blade punches through its shoulder, rendering its arm useless. As the creature stumbles away from Felix, clutching its injured arm in surprise, he follows his first attack with a powerful kick to its leg, knocking the creature to ground, and removing the threat it poses for a moment.

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Jumping away from the second shield-bearers savage attack, Felix feels the sting of the arrow as it narrowly misses him, instead cutting open a graze in his skin as it glides past his thigh. Frowning, he finds himself desperatly fending off the shield-bearers attacks with a set of frantic parries and redirects as he attempts to keep the goblin inbetween him and the archer. Choosing to let one of its lunges through his guard, he uses the opening to counter-attack the beast, his own sword punching through its armor and into his lungs.

Status: Poison -3HP/s

Boss Enraged

Oh. Not good. It had a poisoned weapon, and had managed to graze him during his counter attack. To make it worse, the boss must have had an enrage condition dependent on its guards. Ducking away from another arrow from the archer, Felix could see the boss goblin approaching him at a run, its large axe swaying dangerously as it charged him. The shield-bearer that he had kicked still couldn't use its shield, but it had gotten to its feet, and was cautiously circling him with its own falchion presented.

Taking a moment to collect the fallen goblins buckler, Felix quickly moves to position the boss between him and the archer, using the larger goblin as a shield for the moment. Not that it was any safer than before. Dodging out of the way of a swing of the axe, Felix barely had time to deflect the shield-bearers falchion with his own sword before feeling the rush of wind on his face as an arrow missed him by a hair. That archer was the problem. Anytime he moved to attack either of the two frontliners, the archer had a clear shot on him, and it wouldn't miss forever. The enraged goblin had enough power in each swing to deal some real damage, but it didn't have the speed to capitalize on that, while the injured goblin had the speed, but not the power. Besides that, his health was slowly ticking out to zero while the poison worked on him. Soon enough he would lose enough for his own stats to start taking penalties, which would ensure his defeat.

Felix backed away from the two goblins, rolling his shoulders. Willing his status into existence, he quickly takes stock of exactly how much time he has before the poison ends his chances of fighting back.

Felix BrightStar Class: None Level: 1 Health: 80/100 (-) Mana: N/A Strength: 10

 Skills: N/A

Agility: 10 Endurance: 10 Intelligence: 10 Will: 40

Frowning at his already decreasing health, Felix dismisses the status window, his sword deflecting a half-hearted jab from the wounded goblin. Moving with the momentum of the parry, he feels the goblins flesh give way as he severs its throat, his attention moving to the two remaining enemies in front of him. Lunging towards the goblin boss, he manages to slide underneath the swing of the axe, his sword slicing through tendon and muscle alike as he cripples the enraged creature. A sudden impact forces the breath from his lungs, and glancing down at his chest, he sees the red flight of an arrow sticking out of his chest. Waving his hand at the critical health warning before it can materialize, he manages to stagger back to his feet, unsteadily approaching the now panicked archer.