Chp. 2 A New Life.
Slap. “Waaaaaaaaaaahhhh”
“A healthy baby boy” proudly states the midwife. She quickly wraps the baby with practiced ease and hands him to the mother. The mother not quite lucidly looks down at her child, and slowly starts mumbling “I think i'll name you-” but quickly a rough hand closes over her mouth gently cutting her off.
Infant Pov.
I hear as my mother gets cut off trying to name me as I slowly open my eyes I survey the room. A woman dressed in nondescript clothing leans against the wall, hood covering her eyes but she has a slight smile. It's a small room with wooden beams and mud brick walls. A huge hand looms over me softly covering my mothers mouth as she cradles me in a dirty white blanket.
The woman steps forward. Her footing is solid and flexible compared to everyone else and in a equally non-descript and forgettable voice “With permission from your biological mother and father I hereby name you nameless”
Accept the name Nameless
Yes/Yes
After a few moments of hesitation the window absolves itself.
‘Status’ I think
Race: Human
Strength: 2
Skills:
Current effects:---------
Stage: infant
Agility: 1
[Master of all Trades Jack of none](Mythical)
[Childlike vitality] (Uncommon)
[SoulScape] (Legendary)
[Soul Limiter] (Epic)
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[Soul Disguise](Epic)
Name:Nameless
Dexterity 2
Skill points: 0
Profession:----------
Constitution: 3
Attribute points:0
Titles:----------
Acuity: 4
Masteries:----------------
Health 4/4
Intelligence: 56
Mana 2/2
Wisdom: 5
Nickname:---------
Luck: 777
A single tear flows down my mothers cheek, landing on my face, as the Lady grabs me- almost like I’m a grand prize to a competition. We leave the room which turns out to be attached to a slightly larger house with a clay oven, a table & chairs, and some cabinets. We spring out the door and into the night, further down the dirt road out of the small town there is a small cart with a mule tied to it and a lone man. I can’t make out details properly. We enter the cart and the woman talks to the man about something I can’t hear, then whips the reins and goes down the dirt road. At some point along the Trip I fall asleep.
I wake up to the sounds of birds chirping, at some point night turned into day. I get hungry during the trip and find out why they sent a woman and a man not just one woman or man. So pillowy.
Eventually the man and woman grab some of the supplies on the cart and me, then whip the reins hard and jump off. As we roll on the ground I can hear the honk of the mule as it careens down the road.
A further 2 days of travel through the woods and we appear at what looks like a small fort. It seems to have open access towards the back. It has large walls with outward facing spikes and a small moat, there doesn’t seem to be people inside but as we get further in I can see hundreds of people. Training, Teaching, There is a large number of people in chains with gaunt looks on their faces.
As we enter I can see a main building beyond the walls with large towers and a walkway surrounding the top with cruel looking spiked archer cover. There is a large number of auxiliary buildings surrounding the main building with what looks like a vault, a grain and food storage, A grimy blood soaked building with an obnoxious number of screams and wails emanating from an open door embedded in the ground near it. An archery range with people practicing, a Large obstacle course, a large pole setup with a forest of wooden poles of various thicknesses, lengths and stability, and a few other things I cannot see.
As we enter we make a b-line towards the keep. With a large spiked wrought iron grate entrance we enter through into a courtyard with complex sparring, a regular door entrance through a plain reception hall, through a needlessly complex set of hallways and stairs to a main office near the I don’t know where.
In the still plain average fort the man and the woman kneel before a person sitting at a large cheap oak desk, The person looks like a Muscular old man with clear blue eyes and a thick white beard There is a large cut diagonally across his left eye that traces down his neck. He exudes power, and has an air that commands the attention of those who see him.
“Ah, yes I see you have brought the child, how is his behavior?” He says in a surprisingly calm grandfatherly voice. In the same forgettable voice that the woman always talked in “Perfect, he never throws tantrums and is surprisingly observant and evaluative” The Old man's face goes from neutral to slightly smiling he then addresses me, “Well hello little one, You are now r-362 fight your way up the ranks well I have a good feeling about you.