Staring down the draconic variant of himself, Adam was waiting out the first move after stepping a safe amount away, prepared for an attack to come his way. The attack finally came when the Dragon sliced through the air like a knife through butter, a downward swing aimed at Adams shoulder. Adam quickly dodged the lunging swing by stepping to the dragons left side and before he could react the dragon swinged again in a horizontal arc aimed at Adams chest, and when Adam dodged he noticed the Dragon open his mouth and a cloud of liquid acid start pouring to his direction. Surprised by the sudden acidic splurge, Adam was left with no idea or action other than dropping to the floor and watching the Acid soar over his head. Luckily his honed reflexes and somewhat athletic body helped him get this far, but he had to be more careful going forward. Adam was at his wits end, and had a sudden idea that could cost him everything, but he put his bets on it as he lay on the ground and waited for the dragon to make his move. Within a split second, the dragon almost took flight as he jumped plunging his sword down in a trajectory on a path to Adams heart. Adam couldn't hesitate, and used his right hand and legs in coordination to push himself up, while with his left hand grabbing the blade of the sword causing himself to get a blade a half inch into his hand, and almost severing his thumb. With a gutteral roar, Adam twisted his abdomen, using his free hand and control of the sword to push the dragon to the ground where he was. Without missing a beat as it would cause his failure, Adam continuously rammed his right hand into the dragons maw again and again, for atleast a solid half a minute before the dragon disappeared into white particles.
Adam with heavy breathing sat down and recomposed himself, luckily this game had a viscera filter and the bloody mess that should be his left hand was instead cut with white light flowing and dissapearing out of the wound. Adam watched with heavy eyes as he watched a draconian visage of himself start to appear inside the portrait again. Adam locked eyes with the dragon and for a while they stared at eachother, comparing eachothers gazes and lookinh deep into eachothers eyes after a long faught battle.
Suddenly, a notification box appeared in Adam's vision
[ Quest Completed - Challenge of the Dragonfolk]
Congratulations! Through a quick but vicious battle where you put everything on the line you have achieved the respect required to become a dragonfolk!
Quest complete rate - B+ Tier
Quest Rewards: Access to Dragonfolk races and bonuses that come with it, as well as 2 attribute points to spend, and an increase of 1 to con due to how the quest was completed
Adam stared in amazement as he looked at his quest completion screen, then back up at the dragonfolk in the mirror then back down and again and again. The dragonfolk had a rough look on his face, but the look of someone who knew they were beaten but could not complain about how they had lost. The dragon put his hand through the painting, and Adam reached his hand to handshake his, but the dragon pulled Adam through into the painting from his hand.
"Welcome to being a dragonfolk, this is the character creation area for dragonfolk to find classes, and after that you will allocate stat points then proceed to your spawn location, granted the game is open at that point. I will follow you through to the end, and be here to give you help and instruction, but first you will see a mirror and must decide on your physical attributes.". The dragon stopped talking, and a large mirror came out of the ground Adam was standing on, and inside the mirror was dragonfolk form Adam. "I would like to be a dark green dragon, please" Adam said, and as the worst dark green left Adam's mouth, the dragon in the mirror's scales changed abruptly into a new, dark green color.
"Confirm character creation." Adam said and as he did, and indicator for a hand appeared on the mirror. Reaching out, Adam places his hand on the mirror. As he did, his hand turned into a scaled claw, and starting with his hand and spreading through his body he because flush with scales, his head becoming longer and gaining sharp teeth.
[Dragonfolk Race]
Active skill gained: [Poison Breath]
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[Poison Breath: (10 mana, 30 second cooldown) On use, your next breath spews a vicious cloud of poison looking to damage everything it touches. Deals 30% damage in a 10 foot cone in front of yourself, and inflicts a special form of poison on enemies that does 1 damage per second but can level up if you level up as you do]
Passive skill gained: [Poison Resistance] [Draconic Body]
[Poison Resitance: Since you chose the path of a poison dragon, poison skills deal 30% less damage to you, and poison has a 50% less chance to apply poison effects onto you]
[Draconic Body: Transforming into dragon form has left your dexterity lacking, bringing a -3 to your starting dexterity. In return, your constitution and strength stats increase by one, and attacks made with your sharp teeth or claws deal 10% more damage with a 30% chance to inflict bleeding.]
"Okay uhh, dragon me, can you please help me find some sort of shaman class? Just in particular a class that specializes in sustained damage and debuffing the enemy." Adam said a little flustered, hoping that kind of class even existed in this game. The dragon grinned and shook his head, lifted it back and laughed straight at Adam.
The dragon laughed for close to another minute straight before looking at Adam straight in his face, "Supreme Shaman huh? I should have guessed with a name like that! A dragon who doesn't fight opponents directly!! I knew you were quite a strange guy but I have faith you will go far, and achieve glory.". The dragon summoned mannequins that decorated the ground, then snapped and all of the about twenty dissapeared except for one, a mannequin with a rotten looking staff, potion belt with jars that were brimming with disgusting looking black and dark green ooze, dawning a black hooded cloak overtop of it.
"This is what you want, right? Your starting skills will be the active skills [Poison Javelin] [Envenom], the passive skill [Poison Efficiency], and the production skill [Poison Creation]." The dragon told Adam, who was starring at the mouth of the dragon like he was preaching the second coming of god. Adam immediately grabbed the staff of the mannequin, causing another box to enter his vision.
[Take Class "Shaman"? Y/N]
Active Skills:
[Poison Javelin: (5 mana, 5 second cooldown) Deal 70% Magic attack as poison damage, 50% chance to inflict poison dealing 2 damage per second]
[Envenom: (20 mana, 10 minute cooldown, lasts for 3 minutes) Select one poison from your inventory and coat it to any weapon, giving it 10% of your magic attack bonus damage, {Effect and chancedepends on poison selected}]
Passive Skills
[Poison Efficiency: Potions are 20% more effective and have a 50% higher change to become applied]
Production Skills
[Poison Creation: Create poisons, effect depends on level of skill and poison level cannot exceed level of skill]
Attention!
All skills will start at the lowest level of [novice] and will take either skill points or repeated usage to level up.
Race and Class have been chosen, you can now gain access to your status sheet and apply any banked skill points or attribute points.
Adam immediately thought the word "Status" and a text bubble appeared in front of his eyes with his statistics.
Supreme Shaman
Health: 125/125
Mana: 50/50
Dragonfolk Shaman
Level 1, Exp 0/100
Attributes | 2 Free Points
Strength: 11
Constitution: 12
Dexterity: 9
Intelligence: 10
Wisdom: 10
Endurance: 10
Agility: 10
Magic Attack: 5
Magic Defence: 1
Physical Attack: 5
Physical Defence: 1