I flicked the blood off my sword before resting it on my shoulder as I rushed the horde of goblins. It wasn't even a question of whether or not I was going to fight them. Even with Overflow running out, I was a Fighter , after all. It was how I chose to spend this new life and something inside sung every time I fought.
Analyze let me know that the strongest was a Level 3 Royal Attendant , and there were only fifteen of the green bastards. Glancing at my Health and Stamina pools showed my HP at just over a third while my SP was hovering just under half.
My teeth chattered against each other as I hurled my khopesh into the goblins gathered around the edge. Pushing hard off the ground, I lept at the wall, my claws digging into it as I scrambled up into the stands. I jerked my head to the side, letting a rusted knife bounce off my pauldron. My claws lashed out, sinking into a level 2 Goblin's throat.
I tossed the dying goblin over the wall before my hand closed around my khopesh, yanking the goblin, holding it forward, smashing my skull into his long crooked nose, shattering it. It reeled back, letting go of my blade. Hacking through the goblin's neck, I moved into the hoard, slashing into limbs that reached for me and smashing my elbow, hilt, and head into anything that was too close to cut.
Finally, I was able to fully use my greatsword to its fullest. I kept my blade moving as my tail helped obscure me from those attacking from behind, combined with Danger Sense and Dodge I was practically waltzing through the hoard, limbs falling in my wake as the few blows that did land pushed me deeper into their ranks. I panted heavily as the last goblin stopped twitching as the tip of my khopesh punched through its skull.
My eyes darted around, checking each body before they and Oberon burst into golden motes before swirling together and forming a chest. I whipped off my khopesh, tossing it into my Inventory before hopping down and walking over to the chest. The chest was covered in carvings, depicting Oberon and his goblins in several hunts. I felt my necklace heat up as I opened the chest. Inside sat just two items.
-Essence Of The Hunt-
Distilled essence of The Hunt confined inside an emerald. Useful in various enchantments.
-Oberon's Grimoire-
A book depicts Oberon's personal spells written in his mother tongue and a cipher known only to the Lord of the Hunt. Good fortune to those who seek to learn the secrets it holds.
I rubbed my chin, humming softly as I pushed both into my inventory. Both should fetch a decent price, but I wanted the spells in that book. The gem would need some looking into. I waved away my loot for now and searched for my boar helmet. Finding it where I dropped it, I plopped down next to it, using it as a backrest as I pulled open my notifications.
-Congratulations-
Your Abilities: Armored Skin and Bound Blade have leveled up!
+1 Wisdom, +1 Intelligence
-Congratulations-
Your Skills: Heavy Armor, Acrobatics, Dodge, Intimidation, Pain Resistance, Analyze have leveled up!
+2 Constitution, +2 Agility, +1 Intelligence
*Note: Social skills like Intimidation do not increase stats when leveled.*
-CONGRATULATIONS!!-
Your skill Basic Greatsword has evolved to Novice Greatsword! Worthy are those who strive for Mastery.
+1 Strength, +1 Dexterity
-Congratulations-
Your spells: Flame Breath, Minor Self-heal have leveled up!
+2 Intelligence
-Congratulations-
You have defeated the level 15 Boss Oberon!
Experience increased for defeating a Boss type enemy.
Experience increased for defeating a Boss type enemy 10 levels above you.
★Level Up!★
★Level Up!★
-Congratulations-
You have defeated a hoard of 15 goblins.
Experience has been awarded.
-Dungeon Cleared-
You have cleared Oberon's Hunting Ground.
You will be removed from the dungeon in T-00:05:00.
Calculating Dungeon Run [■■■■■■□□□□]
Objective Complete: 1 of 1
Optional Objective Complete: 5 of 5
Calculating rewards [■■■□□]
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Rewards increased due to item Rider's Lucky Charm.
Rewards: +2 Ability Points, Hunting Horn, Endless Quiver, and an Obsidian Knife.
-Hunting Horn-
A horn used to call the start of uncountable hunts. When blown summons a spectral hound to hunt down your target. *Note: the spectral hound can not cause damage*
Mana: 250/250
-Endless Quiver-
Every archers favorite quiver that not only creates its own arrows but holds the mana to create them.
Cost: 50 mana per arrow
Mana: 0/1250
-Obsidian Knife-
A simple knife knapped from obsidian and enchantmented for durability designed to be used to break down large animals. It even comes with a handy sheath.
-Status (Truncated)-
Theseus Level 5 Fighter
Health: 100/600
Stamina: 45/450
Mana: 1/360
Strength: 26
Agility: 30
Dexterity: 27->30
Constitution: 29->30
Intelligence: 33->36
Wisdom: 29->30
Removal from Dungeon in T-00:02:47
My rewards popped into reality and fell into my lap. I scratched at my ear as I looked at the rewards, then at my full inventory and back at my rewards. I stood up and fiddled with the staps on my old quiver, pulling it off before replacing it with my new and improved one, switching the arrows over. I blinked slightly at the rabbit horn left in my old quiver before remembering that I stashed it there for later.
Shrugging to myself, I chomped down on the rabbit's horn while I placed the obsidian knife opposite my dirk on my belt. Taking out the Essence Of The Hunt I put it into my belt pouch that held the still unidentified ring and put the Hunting Horn in my newly freed inventory space just in time for the countdown to end. Suddenly, standing back outside the dungeon, I blinked twice.
“Oi! Don't block the dungeon.”
Rolling my eyes at the ass in heavy armor, I flicked my hand under my chin at him before grabbing my helm and headed to the edge of the dungeon camp. I found a tree close to the road leading back to town to sit against. Take a moment just to zone out and let the stress of always forcing myself to be on high alert fade away. I slipped into meditation while keeping my ears open.
A rush of sudden heat as numerous camp fires were lit brought me back to reality. Standing up, I stretched, feeling a few joints pop. I placed my helm back on, and with the visor up, I looked around for an open spot to set up my tent.
I picked a lot with two empty spots on either side of it and got to work setting up camp. After struggling for longer than I'd like to admit, my tent was finally up with my bedroll inside it. Now that I had some privacy, I decided to test out how much control I had over my inventory, so I sent just my left gauntlet into it. Smiling as it disappeared, I got to the true test and tried to summon it back onto my hand. Ready for it to go horribly wrong. I took a few deep breaths before summoning it back on my hand. Thankfully, the expected pain never arrived as my gauntlet popped back into place on my arm.
Flexing my hand a few times just to make sure everything went right, I smiled softly to myself. With the thought that my armor was all one piece bound together by the gambeson base layer, I willed it into my inventory. My half-plate, coat, and even my belt and everything attached to it popped into one slot in my inventory. Throwing my hands up at my success, my arms banged into my boar helm, causing its visor to slam shut.
‘Right the helmet isn't attached to the rest of the armor. Does that mean if I had leg armor, it would take another slot? Or is it connected by straps or something? Guess I'll find out when I get some made…if I remember.’
Sending the helm into its own slot, I walked behind my tent before I pulled off my blood and sweat stained clothes. Enjoying the cool night air against my fur, I got to work cleaning myself up the best I could using Create Water and a chitin plate, from the spiders, to scrub my fur and clothes.
Shaking violently, throwing most water off, I reflected on two things I learned. First was that I was vastly under-stocked for leaving the city and would be fixing that the first chance I got. Second was due to how I had made Create Water the water it made was damn cold.
Shivering, I wrapped my tail around my waist to keep my modesty as I gathered firewood from the dead fall at the clearing’s edge. Dropping the gathered wood into the fire pit I dug before setting up my tent. A minimal use of Flame Breath later, and I had a decent fire going.
Once I was semi warm, I remembered my clothes and brought them over to dry as I cooked myself a dinner of salted boar. After dinner was over and my clothes mostly dry, I kicked dirt onto my fire, making sure it was completely out before I put back on my armor, helmet included, and climbed into my bedroll drifting off to a fitful rest.
I gave up trying to get back to rest after waking up for the fifth time and packing up my things. By the time I was done and had everything back into my inventory, the sun had already been up for about two hours. I interlock my fingers, facing my palms to the sky as I raise my arms up above my head, rising up into the tips of my claws, popping my joints and stretching out my muscles.
Sighing as the pleasant pops, I waved at a few other adventurers before I started to jog along the path back to Sherwood. Quickly growing bored, I darted over to a tree climbing up it and began to leap from branch to branch, deciding to use my immunity to three-story fall I added in flips doing my best to train up Acrobatics and Heavy Armor.
By the time the woods thinned out and Sherwood came into view, I had lost track of how many times I had crashed face first into the ground, my armor and racial ability, the only reason I didn't break my neck. Groaning as I rubbed my neck, I chose to make the last bit of the journey on the ground. The closer to the city I got, the more things I realized I had overlooked last time I had entered the city.
The road I was on mainly had a trickle of adventures, made of different races, either coming from the temporary camp or going to it. The farmland mostly seemed to have humans and half-humans working in the fields with the occasional beast folk helping. I hummed softly to myself following the flow of traffic, and before I knew it, a stif hand to my breastplate stopped me from shuffling forward.
“What?”
I blinked a few times before looking around, only to see that a guard stopped me. The guard had the same air about him as everyone who was already long week, and it was only Monday.
“Once again, please identify yourself and state your reason for visiting.” he droned in a monotone.
“Oh! I'm Theseus an Adventure, and I'm here for supplies and to clear the local dungeon.” I stood a bot straighter doing my best not to feel like a child looking at an adult.
“Please present your guild badge as proof of your identity.”
I just stared up at him before a fuzzy memory of getting my wood badge popped into my head.
“Oh sorry it's on my old armor. One second!”
I dumped my broken set of armor right in front of me. Hurrying to pick through the mess, I grabbed the wooden badge from the breastplate before placing it in the same spot on my coat. Stuffing the broken set back into my inventory, I looked back at the guard who was muttering about young fools before he gestured me into the city. I made sure not to block the road and rushed into town.
