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After drinking some water , to wash away the ghastly taste in his mouth , he sat down on the bench with his father. It took quite some time for Angorod to regain his normal thinking process , as his brain had been without oxygen for a little to long.
As this was over now he started to dig into the meal in-front of him and the extra portion of the aggressor. Without knowing why he shoveld everything inside of him , even though he was already about to burst , from the massive quantity he devoured.
While he was so intent on eating he noticed multiple windows but he discarded them to see the end result , rather then the way to it. Especially since this was the second meal of the day and a good day resulted in at least 3 meals.
* tring*
You have received nourishment required for you growth
Eating all the food in-front of you and the aggressors portion you have accumulated 240 for your meal , 190 for the agressors meal , 100 for the Wildcard as well as 170 for the breakfast you had so far.
Accumulated points: 700/200 so far , meal remaining 1
' Hmm already trippled , i wonder what i will get for doing all this ... ' Angorod thought.
After they had eaten they went back through the caverns. It took both of them quite some time but they landed back in the armoury again. But this time sharpening wasn't the plan his father had in mind but instead he called Angorod to sit down on one of the furs.
" Tell me , son , what would you like to be in the future? " His father asked in a serious tone.
He intended to give him some time to think about the answer , but Angorod knew what he wanted.
" I want to be a Paladin. " He replied.
Naturally , Angorod would be a loner so this was a natural course of action. Fighting in the front lines with moderate dps and moderate tanking abilitys while using heals to keep his life up. It was more of a jack-of-all trades and this would be best.
" What is a Paladin? " His father asked in return.
Even though Angorod was stunned for a few seconds with an open jaw , he regained his senses and came to the conclusion this Class had to have another name.
" Well , it used heavy armor and a sword and shield or a 2 handed sword to kill its enemys. Then it has healing spells but also divine attacks. " Angorod summarized it.
" Ahh i know of those. Sorry to tell you boy a profession like that isn't something for our kind. "
Now Angorod was even more confused but as the familarity with his father and the rest of the tribe was pretty high , he could ask infite question. Or at least until the next fight for death or food awaited.
" Father , why cant i become a Paladin? "
His father was carefully stroking his short beard before he started to talk again.
" Well son , our race isn't meant to be like that. First you don't just ' pick ' a profession. Second if you want a certain profession you have to at least have a understanding and basic training in that field. " He started.
" A Paladin isn't a regular profession anyways. You take one path then you take the next. Thats what makes a ' Paladin ' then there are even difference in ' Paladins'. Depending on how strong they are , there are different kinds. " His father finished.
' One path , then the next? Difference with Paladins? Strength huh? ' Angorod understood nothing and he just figured out this is not a regular game. So now his objective was to find out what was ' false ' information on his side and what were the right assumptiations.
" Father what profession do you have? " Angorod asked innocently.
He stroked his short beard for quite some time and occasionaly shifted his postion uncomforatbly before he spoke.
" In my young days i was a Crimson Pikeman , then i was a Carmesind Swordsman , after that it was a Onyx Slayer , now im a Crimson Weaponmaster. "
' WHAT? ' was the only thing Angorod could think of.
This just made no sense to Angorod , all of this talk of colors and 4 different classes but especially all the descriptions of the classes were completly foreign to him.
" Father so why aren't we meant to be like a Paladin? " He went back to the first question , because he just knew asking the differnces between the colors and the class descriptions would give him a headache to begin with.
" Thats because we are atheists. We don't believe in god or have Patrons , we believe in the Matriarchs and they in turn believe in the great godess of earth which grants them healing powers that cure the sick and wounded. " His father said matter of factly.
This was information Angorod could understand. False idolism of the gods was after all wide spread through-out human history in the real world. Take for example the heresy of the Nazis. The race of superior humans were to kill every last Jew even though ' gods' book told clearly every life is precious and they killed the jews which in-turn had nailed the son of god to the cross.
Well it was propaganda and Angorod knew this , but this was only slightly different. They believed so heavily in the Matriarchs that they had to rely on them. This in turn made the matriarchs stronger and their connection with the earth godess granted them extra powers which kept every other power in check.
" So what is a Patron? " Angorod asked.
Instinctively Angorod knew unless he was a strong ' believer ' of a god in the > Other World < he would never gain the powers of divine healing , but as he was a Atheist in the real world he would never rely on something like that.
" A patron is like a strong power that helps you seek out the power you want in this world. Sometimes they tell you nothing and just give you seemingly tedious tasks but you get a incredible profession out of the adventures you had undergone. "
" Our patrons are the Matriarchs , thats how i got my professions. The other races have strong magicians or legendary Heros as their patrons. Some even have the gods themselfs as patrons. " He finished.
Angorod understood the rules of this world a little clearer now and he immediatly thought of the patrons as a sort of master-apprentice relationship.
" What else is different from us then with the other races? " Angorod tried a round about approach and to his luck , his familarity was high enough.
" Well the also gather in houses. They adopt the > other Worlders < like your kind into their Familiys and train them. Their name gets spread and if they have powerful other worlders they gain fame and riches. These houses also provide efficent patrons comiling with the wishes of the > other worlders < . "
" But you don't have to worry about all that son. You have a real family with us and as patrons our Matriarchs who would want to choose , when the Matriarchs can do all that anyways. You will make a fine warrior one day son! Eventually even gather enough glory that the new Matriarch > other Worlder < lets you mate her! " He said excited dreaming about his sons glorious future.
Angorod thought to himself it was better to be a Warrior then any of the weird stuff his father had , so he wanted a little advantage already.
" Father , can you show me what it means to be a fine warrior? "
His fathers eyes lit up and he even stopped stroking the short beard he grew. Now a ambitious glint appeared in his eyes as well and he looked highly satisfied.
* tring*
Familarity with your Father has maxed out
* tring*
As you have reached maximum Familarity with your father you have gained a reward
Reward : May still be determined by your actions
" Thought you would never ask! Take a weapon over there and ill show you a few tricks. " His father said.
Both of them took weapons , that still needed sharpening and faced eachother. His father studied Angorod intently from the distance and then he lowerd his weapon and came over.
" Bend your knees a little bit now twist your hip and arm back a little , there you go. That is a proper stance now. Being a Warrior means that you have to understand when to go from offense to defense. Fluid motions are also a key to success. " His father told him in a teacher like tone.
Now he aligned himself with Angorod and did the same stance. The sword a little behind his shoulders and the left hand placed horizontally across the ribcage while the waist was turned slighlty to the right and the knees bent.
" This is a proper stance to use with a buckler or shield. A sword and a shield makes the core of every warrior class. Or do you have something else in mind? " His father asked.
As he remembered from other games his style was never really tanking but more inclined on the hybrid damage side. So he told the truth to his father.
" I want to use a two-handed sword. "
Now his father took away the puny weapon he held and handed him a bastard sword. A mix between a two hander and a one handed sword , also called a one and a half hander. It was heavy and weighed Angorods arms down a bit as he wanted to take the same stance with 2 hands.
" Don't worry later you will be able to wield a proper 2 hander but you muscles are still a little lacking thats why i gave you a bastard sword. Tomorrow you will be all grown up and will use a 2 hander. Hell , when i train you , maybe you can even use 2 two-handed weapons at once! " His father said only to encourage him.
But Angorod missed the part that was supposed to be encouragment and took it seriously , but a even greater ' ? ' appeared in his head at the same time.
' Holy .... I am going to get even bigger? ' He thought.
" No forget about the first stance. There are 3 stances for two handed use. The defense stance the average stance and the aggressive stance. " His father continued.
He showed him the stances one after another and he copied them to the best of his abilitys. His father was proud that he learned so quick , but Angorod himself wasn't satisfied. He realized that this game would heavily rely on martial prowess and Daniel never had anything just ' given ' to him.
Angorod would like Daniel just be a ' average' in everything as he was no genuis , but not dumb. Neither was he strong to begin with but also not weak. Everything he had was through hard work and diligence. But he hated to be diligent , more then anything. Everything bored him quickly and if this game ended to be a ' grind ' feast he would probably drop it as well.
But for now he enjoyed learning the new things as he prepared for his new adventure.
A few hours later while both Angorod and his father sweated like crazy , mostly Angorod as he had to hold up the bastard sword in the aggressive stance for half an hour then he had a 5 minute break and then rinse and repeat. This was one of those ' grin ' feasts Angorod hated so much but a single thing kept him going.
Due to your actions you have will be granted a hidden growth when you reach maturity.
This made Angorod extremly happy even through a grind feast , but on the other hand grind feasts in this game were even more troublesome then in others. After all you had to do it with your own body instead of a virtual character.
His father soon discovered his son lacked strength so he told him to use the overhead aggresive stance to train his muscles. All the while he did the same with a regular 2 hander. Not because he wanted best his son , but because he was a good leader.
A good leader that never wanted anybody to do more then he himself could do. If he had been borne as a women he would have easily been a Matriarch himself , his mate told him every time they were alone.
" It is getting late. Lets go eat. " His father said while putting down the sword.
Angorod as well put the Sword down and left with his father for the food cavern as he secretly called it in his head. The march to there was long and his own arms felt like iron. Only hanging them down shot extreme muscle pains through his whole body.
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As they entered through the fur flap he soon noticed at least 30 males sitting on the benches and the tables already eating. Now he was getting uncomfortable. He wanted food really bad , and could use the extra boost of Stamina as well as more growth during his sleep. But on the other hand he had no dagger this time that could save his life.
So even if he overloaded his plate there was no way out this time. As he approached and loaded his plate with half the amount his father had his father grunted in return. But his father wouldn't let him go down to a ' lower ' male now after he had his first hierarchic battle behind him.
His father placed double the amount he himself had on his plate on top of Angorods plate who in return paled to an extent that his grey colored skin turned ivory colored. He thought he was going to die as his father lead him to a table with 2 extremly bukly looking men , even more then his father.
" Your his boy , right? " The older one of the two asked as soon as he inspected Angorods plate.
As Angorod turned a shade paler then before and wasn't sure if he wanted to sit down or run away the second of the pair pulled him down so he was forcebly seated down.
" Don't worry. You killed Richard ... good ridance. " The blond haired one said now.
Now even the older one nodded to give his consent so Angorod dug in to his ridicioulus amount of food. The other 2 chatted about matters of war and game during bites of food but soon the attention turned towards Angorod once again.
" Heard hes doin 2 handed training. Good to be ambitious but that brings lots of enemys. " The elder said.
All three grunted at the remark but now his own father spoke.
" Look at him , would you think he will still grow once? "
With another agreeing grunt the others dropped the matter , but the blond spoke up soon after the silence set in.
" Will you teach him ... that? "
Now a surprised grunt came from his father and the elder and instantly Angorods attention was picked. Well considering his massive amount of food was gone. Not because he was that hungry , after all it was a portion for a 6 headed family by itself , but because he feared someone would challenge him for it.
" What is that? " Angorod asked the last crumbs of food disappeared in the bottom less pet he called stomache and a window appeared informing him of his progress.
* tring*
You have received nourishment required for you growth
Eating all the food in-front of you and the aggressors portion you have accumulated 640 for your evening meal , 240 for your meal during the day , 190 for the agressors meal , 100 for the Wildcard as well as 170 for the breakfast you had so far.
Accumulated points: 1360 /200 so far , meal remaining 0
Now another surprised grunt ran through the three. But his ' gamer ' instincts got woken by the mention of teaching him ... that. He would not let loose on this one so he would be stubborn but a window ripped him out of his thoughts.
* tring*
A special occasion has occured.
You can either select to use the first or second reward from gaining familarity with your father.
NOTE: One of them gives you the option to persuade your father to teach you ' that' the other one may lead to his persuasion.
First option
Second Option
It was a gamble and Angorod knew this. He could waste the second ' big reward ' now with a chance of failure and only have the smaller reward left over. Or he could play it safe use the small reward now and safe the big reward for this last day.
A tricky inner monologue went on inside Angorods mind but he quickly decided that there was only one possible way to deal with this situation.
' Eenie meenie mainii mooe and i pick you! ' He played the childrens game while starting on First option and with every new word he switched options. As soon as his finger stopped he pressed down without really knowing what he selected but a window corrected this.
You have chosen the second option.
The system correct itself to help your cause.
" He'll survive .... " The blonde one said again.
Now the old one remained silent while his father looked deep into Angorods eyes. Angorod felt like his father was looking into his very soul almost like he was digging up everything bad and good that has happend to him which has faded into memorys.
A sligt shiver ran through his spine but he returned the gaze , resolute and filled with strength , after what felt like a eternity for Angorod his father grunted once again.
" Yes ... he could survive. " His father said.
Now the other 2 grunted approvingly and continued with their meal. But as both his father and Angorod himself had been finished a while ago they returned to the armoury. For some reason his father had another bag slung over his shoulders that was filled to the brim with food.
' Hope you can't get fat in this game.... ' Angorod thought while eying the bag.
His father grunted towards him and Angorod sat on another fur. His father told him to take of his shirt so he could see his upper body. Angorod took it off quickly and threw it on the ground besides him.
Now that Angorods bare upper body was in clear display of his father , who was walking around him in circles looking at every nook and cranny , he felt now shame. In the real world he may have , due to the excessive fat , but here he was just condensed muscles.
" Good. This will hurt. " His father said.
Even though Angorod had his back turned to him he felt what was happening. A Dagger pierced underneath his left shoulder and right shoulderblade into his body. It was painfull and inflicted 10 damage each but he endured it without muttering a word.
Now with the blood running down his body his father spoke again but with a serious tone he had never heard of him before.
" Very good. This will hurt alot. "
His fathers palms were lightly placed over the wounds but there was something sharp and cold between the palms and Angorods flesh. With a strong push this sharp and cold thing was forced into the opened wounds.
As soon as it was inside Angorods body the flesh around the wound and his insides began to boil. Angorod dropped to his knees due to pain but no message window appeared telling him of the damage he received.
He screamed and shouted but this was only inside his mind as the pain was so intense he couldn't open his mouth less even move his tongue or voice cords. Behind him his father said something which he couldn't understand but soon the boiling sensation started to dampen.
" You have survived. " His father grunted. " Very good."
With a clear mind now Angorod noticed the window that floated in-front of him.
You have gained something.
This will show after your Growth period has ended.
" Boy , eat this. Wounds even the kind of the mind what you just endured need food to heal better. Eating will help the healing process. " His father said and gave him the bag filled with food and water.
Angorod definetly felt drained and hurt but he grabbed the bag and devoured it greedily even forgetting to worry about making his character fat. He finished the last crumb and the new window appeared in his vision.
You have received nourishment required for you growth
Eating all the food in-front of you and the aggressors portion you have accumulated 360 for your late night snack , 640 for your evening meal , 240 for your meal during the day , 190 for the agressors meal , 100 for the Wildcard as well as 170 for the breakfast you had so far.
Accumulated points: 1720 /200 so far , meal remaining 0
" What did you do there , father? " Angorod asked still spasming from pain.
His father let out a sigh and eyed the 2 marks underneath the shoulder blades of Angorod carefully. He was also stroking his beard slow an carefully which made it seem he was carefully choosing his next words.
" Once the Wraithlings had no Matriarchs. Once there were Kings or Queens of the Wraithlings. What i did was something my father had given me and his father him. During the Time of queens and kings we were stronger and many many more in number. Even though i put it in you it doesn't mean you will get anything out of it. That depends on you son. " He told Angorod.
Even though the Wraithlings were people that killed their own while fighting for food , survival , or just for entertainment his father helped Angorod stand and gave him the shirt he wore before. He even went so far as to dust it of.
Some would have been touched at the behaviour and finally felt some kind of true and deep emotion from the life hardend Wraithling but what did Angorod do? He grunted a thanks and was still as emotionless as ever.
" Listen to me carefully , son. My father gave me the same choice when i received that. Will you stay here and be under the heel of the Matriarchs where you will have to do what ever they tell you? Or will you escape this place and make a name for yourself out there? " His father asked.
Now that Angorod thought about it , he had the best opportunity to escape this place. Because the Matriarch was a player she would have to go to a neutral city. He could just abonden her there and make his way through the world himself.
" But be warned. The matriarchs will hunt you if you desert our ranks. Maybe even I will have to kill you. That new matriarch seems ... especially cruel in many regards as the rumours have reached me. What will you do? " His father asked once again.
* tring*
A main quest for Wraithlings has appeared
You have the choice to escape a life captivated in these caves
You will have to survive in the outside world by yourself without a Patron or Family
Due to the respect of your tribe , you will be properly equipped if you decide to leave
" I want to live my own life , father. " He said.
Quest has been accepted
" Good boy , i respect your wishes. I will see that a good set of clothes and a sword will be ready when you leave with the Matriarch. But be warned Matriarchs are all smart , you need to gain her trust first before you betray her and escape the tribes clutches. " His father said in a serious tone.
Now as Angorod had dresses himself again , his father gave him a the bastard sword back and told him to train , doing the aggresive stance. While his father left the room for an hour and came back with a travel back pack. He took things out and sorted through them but Angorod , concentrated on the training , had no time to check what he was doing.
Sooner or later Angorods arms felt like lead once again and he was tired out beyond belief. He told his father this and he brought him back to the cave he had woken up so many hours ago.
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