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The Land Founding Begins…

The Dark Court

The Prince sneered at the back of the throne room, while the sycophants and greedy court leeches pleaded their cases to the Dark Queen. Every day, every year, every millennium was exactly the same. Hearing their simpering complaints of needing more power, or their false pride in capturing a few more souls, the Prince tried to summon anger, disdain, or hatred.  All he felt though, was boredom.

In any other reality, these would be gods, demon lords, or spirit kings. In this exiled pocket of space and time, however, they were pathetic. The members of the Dark Court fought each other for the meager scraps of power the Queen doled out.  They were like cubs at her teat. Though the Prince also lived at her mercy, he consoled himself with the fact that he would not do so for much longer. Today, he began the plan. Today, he brought the first Earthling to The Land. Today, he was one step closer to escaping this eternal prison.

Long ago, every member of the Dark and Light Courts had been exiled to this small shard of reality. To ensure that none ever escaped, the Universe had sealed the prison with a magical lock that would never rust and could not be picked.  An entire world had been formed using small or large amounts of every magic in creation, a world simply called “The Land.” Since this world’s creation and despite having vast powers, not one member of either Court had been able to escape the pocket dimension.

Coming back from his musings, the Prince nodded to the Grand Vizier, who slowly nodded back. The Vizier appeared to have a hunched stature, but his true form was unknowable. He had never been seen out of his dark robes, and the garment completely covered his body. The Vizier was his closest ally and one of the few Exiles that was older than the Prince. He was not a friend, however. There were no friends in the Dark Court.

Nonetheless, the Vizier had convinced the Prince that the reason all previous attempts to escape had failed was that they had been too small in scope. Why try to escape the perfect prison? Instead, if they could destroy the lock, the pocket dimension that held them prisoner would open.  They would all be free. Most importantly, the Prince would be free. The conclusion was simple; The Land had to be destroyed. The question, however, was how to do it? That was when the Vizier had told him about Earth.

The Earth was a world almost completely devoid of magic. They had no gods to tell them what they should and should not do. Only humans remained, as the other races had been slain by them at the dawn of the world. It had created a population that committed atrocities on par with the most heinous of the Dark Court’s residents. What truly made the Earth unique, however, was that every human was born with a small seed of Chaos in their souls.

For millennia, the Prince had watched the savages of Earth. He saw their civilizations rise and fall. If there was one constant that held true, it was that when enough of the Earth humans were in one place, destruction inevitably followed. The Chaos inside of them made such a conclusion inevitable. The Earthlings had already come close to destroying their own planet several times. If enough humans could be brought to The Land, all of those seeds of Chaos just might destroy it. He would be free.

That just left the problem of how to get enough of them there to accomplish his plan. Though the Prince was powerful, he could not just force them to go. Unfortunately, each and every being in the Universe had free will. The Earthlings had to choose to go to the Land. It was true that the Prince had collected a few souls here and there. There were always mortals foolish enough to trade their immortal spark for material wealth or power. It was not enough though. He needed millions of Chaos Seeds in the Land, causing havoc and destruction. How could he convince so many? No answer presented itself. So, he watched and waited.

Ultimately, the people of Earth found a magic of their own called science. Their faith in science replaced older faiths which had warned of beings like the Prince. Their belief in science had even caused them to lose faith in the existence of the soul. He could not help but chuckle as paradoxically the amount of souls he captured from that world increased. Who wouldn’t accept wealth and power in exchange for something they didn’t even think existed?

As more and more of the humans predictably sought to escape their mundane and banal existence, they found that release in many ways. Substances to cloud their minds, war, suicide, and other amusements. The Prince came to enjoy watching the atrocities of the small blue planet. It took only a few centuries after their discovery of electrical power for them to develop games to distract from their pointless lives. Soon after came the creation of virtual realities. These digital worlds gave millions of humans the escape they craved with their whole hearts and, unknowingly, with their whole souls.

That was the key, the Vizier explained to him one day. Why try and convince these humans to trade their souls, when they were already begging for a new life? Why not give them what they were already asking for? It didn’t take much work for the Prince to have one of his agents create a virtual world modeled after The Land. With his guidance, it quickly became the most popular and pervasive game on Earth. Millions played every day. They became the orc shaman that was powerful in a way that the tax accountant playing him in “real life” never was, or the sexy elf maiden who finally found that attention she craved, but no longer received as an aging housewife.

And as for the pesky matter of free will, each and every player agreed to come to the Land willingly. They signed their digital names to the contract when they started playing the game. After all, the Prince thought with a small smile, who had time to read all that fine print?

PROLOGUE

EARTH, North America, 2037

 “I swear to God, Silk. If you get caught on the way in just because you’re trying to steal some cheap loot, I’m going to nail your nuts to a stump and kick you backwards.”

 “Calm down, Crush. Jesus! Where the hell do you get this stuff?” Silk put down the gold candlestick he had picked up, hearing the sound of chuckles over the group chat. “I’m on it.”

 The rest of the party watched safely from behind a grove of trees several hundred yards away, nearly invisible in the dark. The only reason they could see what was happening in the castle was that Jewel had cast the spell Shared Vision.  Now a small magical window showed them everything that Silk could see. 

 “I will not calm down,” Crush protested. “You’re messing with the big payday.”

 “He’s not wrong, Silk,” Loki said. “It took us forever to even find this castle, then fight through the wilds, and finally break through the defenses to allow you a small window of time to get in. No one on the forums has even heard of the Castle of Transition. The loot we could get from this place will probably be artifact!”

“Okay, okay, fearless leader. I’m on it.” As Silk spoke, he looked down and gave his four party members a great view of him scratching his virtual balls.

“You’re a dick, Silk!” Daliah spat.

A low chuckle came over the group chat as Silk made his way down the stairs to the lower levels, “That’s not what you said the other n-”

The rest of the comment was lost to everyone as Daliah sent a psychic pulse through the spell connection. It was the mental equivalent of stubbing your toe in the middle of the night on the way to the bathroom, minor but insanely irritating.

“Enough, Silk!” Loki commanded. “And cut that crap out Daliah. I hate that.” The rest of the group was nodding and glaring at Daliah, who had the good grace to look down and away.

Silk, for his part, stopped the chatter and continued down the dark hallway he found himself in. There were no torches or other light sources in the castle.  If not for his Senses of the Bat subskill, that Rogues only gained upon reaching the lofty level of one hundred and thirty, he would have been knocking into walls. Luckily, their entire party was ranked in the top one hundred groups in The Land, so none of them were noobs.

What was strange was the complete lack of monsters and NPCs (non-player characters) in the castle. The lands surrounding the castle were teeming with high-level creatures and difficult terrain. It had taken Jewel a solid day to burrow a hole in the shield covering the castle, burning through countless replenish-mana potions. It meant that the castle shield had an ungodly number of HPs (hit points). And the hole had barely lasted a few seconds before shutting again. Silk had managed to wriggle through, but no one else had been able to follow. It meant that if he got in trouble, he was totally hosed.

He had yet to encounter any resistance, though. The layout had no hidden traps he could detect, no mazelike corridors and no enemies. It was like it was inviting him in. Hopefully inviting me into the treasure room, Silk thought gleefully. He would love some artifact level gear, like those Gloves of Dark Beckoning that Chinese kid had posted he’d found in a secret labyrinth. Lucky a-hole!

As Silk made his way down a fifth spiral staircase, green light welled up from the lower level.  The entire party caught their breath in anticipation. Months of work were hopefully about to pay off. The Rogue stepped into a round room, and they saw the source of the light. It was coming from an arch of black crystal.

Within the arch was a rippling Dartmouth green energy field. Looking at it was almost like staring straight down into a deep and limitless ocean on a stormy day. In front of the arch was a short column with the indentation of a handprint on top. In the rest of the room there was… absolutely nothing.

“Are you effing kidding me? Where is the loot?” Crush shouted. The rest of the group kept quiet, but they all shared the same disappointment.

“Maybe it’s back up top,” Jewel said hopefully. “Probably down another corridor?”

“So, what do I do here,” asked Silk, “do I put my hand on it? Do a little dance maybe?”

“You could make a little love,” Loki suggested.

“Maybe get down tonight,” Crush finished.  Light chuckles came over the chat line.

“Uhhhh, I say touch it,” a voice said.

“Was that you, Daliah?” Silk asked, exasperated. “I don’t know why I keep expecting you to be smart just because you’re psychic. Loki, what should I do?”

“Uh… touch it,” Loki replied.

“That’s what she said,” Crush plugged quietly in his gravelly voice.

“Thanks, oh fearless leader,” Silk exclaimed, responding to Loki. “You’re about as useful as a Swiss cheese condom… and good one, Crush.” More chuckles came over the chat line.

He braced himself to touch the pedestal. He was really hoping there wasn’t any pain. Even though the game muted it down, even a minor burn or electrical shock could ruin your whole morning. Still though, they hadn’t come all this way for nothing. Silk placed his hand on the imprint.

“Are you the agent of your people?” a deep voice boomed, seeming to come from all directions at once. At the same time the only door leading out of the room clanged shut.

Immediately lowering his body and drawing both daggers, Silk quickly looked around. There was no place for anyone to hide. They could always be cloaked or veiled, but his True Sight Talent had maxed out more than forty levels ago, and no players or NPCs had been able to hide from him for quite a while. Assuming it must have been a game prompt, he tried to chat with his group, but no one responded to his queries. Shrugging, he answered.

“Uhhhh, yeah.”

The voice spoke again, “Do you embrace a life of adventure and danger, love and betrayal, power and wonder?”

“Yes,” the word came out stronger, Silk’s greedy little heart imagining the top shelf loot they were about to get.

“Will you be among the first to move forward, preparing the way for others?”

“Hell yeah!” Silk shouted, throwing both fists in the air.

Silence greeted his proclamation. After a few seconds, he realized that unless you are an Asian time traveler who had saved a cheerleader, you just couldn’t pull this stance off. Before he could lower his arms though, he heard another voice. It was quite different from the previous deep bass, and it said in a self-satisfied tone, “Thrice heard and witnessed.”

The world flashed white and…

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Chapter 1 begins!

CHAPTER 1 – Day 1 – Sanren 21, 15,368 ABG

James covered his eyes against the sunlight that seemed determined to drive ice picks… naw, I’m better than that… fire picks? Yeah, much better, he thought sleepily. Yes, fire picks through his eyes just because he had slept in. It was Saturday, wasn’t it? He struggled to remember the night before. Reaching down, he tried to pull the covers over his head, except he couldn’t find them. In fact, as his hand fell back to what he thought was his mattress, everything felt remarkably, well… grassy. Now that he was waking up, he realized that his pillow wasn’t soft.  It actually felt remarkably like a sharp rock jabbing into his head.

Showing bravery on par with assaulting a horde of giants or talking to a really hot chick sitting at the bar, he opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. He was in a small glen studded with wildflowers and colorful plants. At his back was a large shelf of stone and beyond it were the foothills of mountains rising in the distance. There were also trees in front of him forming the other boundary of the glen, rising tall and majestic. The scent of pines mingled with the fragrance of the flowers. Birds of various types could be heard performing call and refrain. The moss growing on the trees was a brilliant green, and there was a crystal-clear pool several feet in diameter between him and the stone outcropping. It was one of the most serene and beautiful settings he had ever seen. It evoked feelings of connection and tranquility and he expressed himself accordingly.

“What the hell!”

He sat upright as quickly as he could, not at all helping the headache that blazed in intensity at his swift movement. Looking down, he imagined the pain might have something to do with the curved rock that had been under his head. The tender lump he found when his fingers searched his scalp confirmed his hypothesis. As James took in his surroundings, he was interrupted by a slightly off-key and resigned-sounding voice that spoke from behind him.

“About time you woke up.”

Turning his head, slower this time, he saw the small form of an imp lazily flapping its wings as it hovered three feet off the ground. It had dusky gray skin, and pitch-black bat-like wings perched on its back. Its body was humanoid, if only one foot tall. The only clothing it wore was a black loincloth that reached to its knees.  He was absolutely fascinated!  The VR module had never produced a creature so lifelike and unique before. Standing up, he slowly walked closer, examining it in wide-eyed wonder until he was only an inch away. He took in every detail, completely enthralled. That feeling faded rather quickly after it kicked him in the eye.

“Ahhhh! You dirty little-” James immediately began swatting at it with his right hand while holding his eye with his left. It lazily floated out of the way of his swing and rolled its eyes while sighing heavily.

“Look,” it said. “I’m here to help you, and even if I wasn’t it would take a lot more than a friggin noob to take me out. Now if you don’t want me here, I can always leave.” It turned its back as it spoke. Its wings flapped faster and it began to gain altitude.

“No, wait!” James called out quickly, reaching out with one hand. “I just don’t know what’s going on. Last thing I remember, I was in this castle, and then there was a light, and now I’m here.” He realized his tone had turned a bit whiney so he added with a bit of forced indignation, “And who are you calling a noob?”

Ignoring his question, the imp faced him again.  The flyer regarded him silently for a moment. It was almost like it was daring him to say something else to offend it. After a minute, and with a small nod to itself (himself?), it began to speak again.

“Okay noob, you are in The Land. You are NOT playing a game anymore. I’m going to say it slowly this time. You… Are… NOT… In… A… Game. Your mind and soul have been transported here and placed in this body. Let this sink in. If you look around, you can see that you are in a small glade. This is a safe haven, but as soon as you leave it, you can die. If you die, then you will come back to this point, unless you find another safe location or town to bind your spawn point to. The good news is that no one else should be able to find their way here. Even if they did, the enchantments on this glade should keep them out unless you lead them in.”

James opened his mouth but stopped when the imp raised its hand.

“This will go a lot faster if you just listen. A being a lot stronger, and I’m guessing smarter, than you has paid me a great deal more than you’re worth to tell you these things. Believe me, millions of those other noob Seeds will not be getting this treatment, so just listen. As I was saying, you were guided to this particular spot by a higher being. Before you ask, no, I don’t know who. I’m here to give you some basic info about this world so you don’t become troll dung in the first few minutes.”

That statement made James immediately look around for enemies, but after hearing a long-suffering sigh from the imp, he looked back.  Once the creature saw that it had his attention again, it continued, “The Land is bigger than the world you came from. You are one of the first of your people to be brought to The Land, and you were lucky enough to be brought to this little safe haven. Apparently, where most of you will land is random. Some of you might be in towns or cities, some in forests or mountains, and some will probably be dead on arrival because they fell into oceans and drowned. Who cares, right? You have landed in the Forest of Nadria, on the River Peninsula. Do you remember anything about this location?”

“Yeah, it’s near the Kingdom of Yves. Supposed to be a section of The Land with a crazy number of rivers crisscrossing through it. As far as I know, the patch to travel here hasn’t been released yet though.”

“Good, you’re not completely useless,” the imp said. “The Land is not exactly like the game that you remember.  Your character won’t be either. Case in point,” the imp snapped his fingers and a hand-sized wasp flashed into existence. The imp casually looked at James and simply said, “Attack.”

The wasp immediately flew at James with its stinger extended as it curled its body. He quickly rolled to the side, hearing and feeling a buzzing pass just by his ear. He tried to activate the Hide action of his character Silk. The wasp, upon missing with its first pass, immediately turned around and flew at him again. There was no doubt that it still saw him. This time he wasn’t able to dodge and its stinger punctured his left bicep. Red hot agony coursed through his body as he swatted the wasp away.  Its stinger withdrew and it flew back into the air.

The pain was worse than anything he had ever felt. What the hell was going on? The pain dampeners were not supposed to allow anything to hurt that much, let alone just the sting of a wasp on steroids. He picked up a rock with his right hand, activated his attack buff True Aim, and threw.  The stone flew from his hand towards the wasp. It lazily dodged to the side, the rock missing and accomplishing nothing. That was not supposed to happen. At his high skill level, there should have been less than a 1% chance of a projectile missing when he activated True Aim.

With no apparent thought at all to the injustice of the situation, the wasp flew in and stung him again, this time in his right shoulder.  Agony lanced through him a second time, and he noticed a small green skull and crossbones in the bottom right corner of his vision. No longer able to fight off the wasp, as neither arm was working, he fell back and noticed the red horizontal bar in the top left corner of his vision was half gone. When he fell to the ground, the wasp pulled its stinger out of his arm and flew towards his head. He screwed his eyes shut as he awaited a poisonous needle to the face.

But nothing happened. He peeked a glance, opening one eye. He saw the wasp flying lazily around the imp who looked at him dispassionately.

“Well, what have we learned?” the imp asked putting emphasis on the last word.

“WTF?” James shouted.

“Well, I hope you’ve learned more than that,” the imp replied sarcastically.

“Why didn’t any of my skills or actions work? And why did that hurt so much? Why is it still hurting? And why did that hurt so much?!?” James’ voice grew louder and shriller with each question.

“I already told you, noob, you’re not your character. I told you twice. You are not a level one hundred and sixty-seven thief. Those classes don’t exist the way they did in the game. It requires a lot for you to qualify for a Profession, and you are nowhere near that powerful yet.  Don’t worry about it. Right now, you are just some guy with two wasp stings in his arms, drooling on the moss. You have been sent to The Land from your world.  You are really here. Not… your… character. Check out your status page.”

“How?” James asked. He would deny it till his dying day, but there was a bit of a whine in his voice now.

“Will it,” the imp replied simply.

Shutting the throbbing in his arms out of his mind for a moment, he focused on wanting to see his status page. Suddenly his vision was blocked by a translucent rectangle.

Name: ????

Level: 1, 0%

Age: 24

Race: Chaos Seed (Human)

Alignment: Neutral

Languages: Sapient Mortals

Reputation: Level 1 “Who are you again?”

STATS

Health: 100

Mana: 100

Stamina: 100

ATTRIBUTES

Strength: 10

Agility: 10

Dexterity: 10

Constitution: 10

Endurance: 10

Intelligence: 10

Wisdom: 10

Charisma: 10

Luck: 10

RESISTANCES

SKILLS

MARKS

None

None

None

ABILITIES

Limitless: 100% affinity in any and every skill

Gift of Tongues: Ability to comprehend almost any sapient languages

Willing the window to go away, he focused back on the imp, who started talking again.

“I guess you now know you’re the definition of a basic bitch?”

“Excuse me?” James was convinced that he had misheard. The wasp stings had been embarrassing, but this was just too much.

“I was chosen to speak to you because I have paid attention to your world. It means there is a slightly higher chance of an ape like you understanding when an enlightened being like myself deigns to speak with you. Now, seeing as how my wasp has just made you its bitch and your stats are all basic, ipso facto, my earlier assertion of your status. Any more questions?”

James just stared at the imp with his mouth hanging slightly open, swollen arms hanging at his sides, blinking in disbelief.

“Annnyway, you’ll be able to examine your stats in greater detail later. Do you know the difference between abilities and skills?”

Shaking his head at the imp’s ridiculous attitude, James replied, “Abilities are things you are born with or are given to you, skills are what you can learn. But I don’t know what Marks are.”

“That makes sense, they weren’t included in the game you played. Marks will appear as small tattoos on your body. They can indicate allegiance or increases in abilities you have picked up. I’m told technically they can represent religious affiliation as well, but since there aren’t any gods in The Land, no one knows for sure. Right now, I’m guessing you have nothing in any of these areas. Do you?”

James examined his two abilities more closely.

Limitless – you can proceed to any level in any skill with 100% affinity.

Gift of Tongues – you can speak and understand any language once exposed to it. You cannot speak to lower lifeforms or higher beings.

He related these to the imp whose face took on a look of surprise.  The small being cast a spell, waving its hand in the air and rattling off an incantation.  A blue glow surrounded its hand for a moment before winking back out of existence. 

“So that’s why he’s invested in you,” the imp said under its breath. It looked at James and continued, “Gift of Tongues is pretty self-explanatory. You can understand humanoids and other sentient beings, but not animals or beings of higher power like myself. For example, shi rine ka’ frine parul cha. Did you understand any of that?”

“No,” he replied. “What did it mean?”

“Don’t worry about it,” the imp said with a smirk. “Your language ability will definitely be useful. It even seems to extend to understanding written languages, while similar abilities and spells normally don’t. What is truly interesting is your other ability. I’ll try to speak slowly and use small words so you can understand. Every creature born has a predisposition to being good at some things and bad at others. You might be a natural dancer, so you have an 80% chance to increase your level with practice.  You might be naturally clumsy and so only have a 10% chance of increasing as a pick pocket. In that case, you will almost assuredly have a low skill level no matter how much you practice. Apparently, whatever you try to learn, you have the ability to increase with no cap. You could one day be very powerful,” it said thoughtfully. “I would keep the knowledge about this ability to myself if I were you. There are those who would neutralize you now for fear of what you will become.”

“But not you?” James asked.

“I was well paid to advise you. Trust me when I say that you’re lucky to have me. The Universe is a big place and I don’t think I have too much to fear from one human.  Besides, for an eternal being like myself, if I can’t be trusted to do a job, I won’t get many more.”

“Fair enough,” James wheezed. He was still trying to breathe through the pain, but it was starting to make focusing on the conversation a bit difficult.

“Now, I’m sure by that pained expression on your face that you’ve realized your health is not restoring. Lower health means more pain, and total loss of health will cause death, of course. Low mana makes it harder to think and low stamina makes you sluggish and weak. While magic and stamina will replenish over time, your health will not without prolonged rest or healing magic. As a chaos seed, you will heal faster than others, wounds improving over hours rather than days, but still it will take time without help. As so,” the imp waved its hand and shadowy tendrils extended to touch James’ arms, finally providing relief to the burning aches.

James immediately started breathing easier, seeing the red bar of his health growing. “Thank you so much.” He almost cried in relief, “I’m obviously completely lost here and despite that first cheap shot, I appreciate your help. Would you please tell me your name so I can address you properly?”

The imp smiled genuinely for the first time, “You may call me Xuetrix. That is, of course, not my real name. You must never give your real name, as with the right knowledge or abilities it might allow great power over you. Now with that said, what should people call you?”

A translucent screen appeared in front of his gaze again. It simply said, “Name:” and had a blinking cursor after it.

James thought for a moment, happy with the advice. His character Silk had served him well, but if what Xuetrix said was true then his power could increase exponentially. If he really was in a new world, he planned on getting as strong as possible and making an impact. He would shake the ground and his accomplishments would only be measured by…

James smiled and looked at Xuetrix.

“My name is Richter.”

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CHAPTER 2 -– Day 1 – Sanren 21, 15,368 ABG

“What’s a chaos seed?” Richter, aka the human formerly known as James, asked, looking at his race.

“It is the type of human you are. I am actually not sure what that means exactly, so you will have to discover that by yourself. Everyone from your world is a chaos seed is what I was told, though. That also might be a piece of information that you will want to keep to yourself. It doesn’t exactly sound warm and cuddly, and the various peoples of The Land might take it the wrong way,” the imp advised. Richter accepted the advice silently.

“Very well, Richter. It’s time for us to part ways. The last advice I will give you is that though you should advance as quickly as possible, always remember that it’s not all about level. After all, a level 100 rabbit could never kill a level 1 wyvern. It is the application of power that rules the day, not simply having power. THINK! Learn what you can, and be careful how you treat those you encounter. You never know when the actions of today will impact the outcome of tomorrow.”

“Thank you, Xuetrix, I really owe you,” Richter said, extending his hand.

“What?” Xuetrix said, looking confused.

“I said I owe you.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” Richter said with some exasperation.

“Thrice heard and witnessed,” the imp said with a sly smile.

A notification popped into Richter’s view

You have agreed to do Xuetrix a favor. Failure to do so when asked will cause a decrease in your reputation with all beings, and other unknown consequences. Keep in mind, your word means everything.

By the time he cleared the message, he was greeted by the sight of the imp hovering with its wasp, a small smile on its face. Then the devilish creature just snapped its fingers, and they both vanished to the faint smell of sulfur.

“I’ve got to learn to keep my trap shut,” Richter said aloud with a deep sigh.

“Enjoy my gifts, Richter,” Xuetrix’s disembodied voice said. “I like powerful friends, especially when they owe me favors. Hahaha.” Four items dropped to the ground in front of him.

Picking up all four, he was awarded with new message notifications.

You have received:

Simple Short Bow                           

Attack: +5-6

Durability: 15/15

Item Class: Common.

Quality: Average.

Weight: 3.1 kg.

You have received:

Iron Arrows with Quiver                           

Quantity: 10

Durability: 2/2

Item Class: Common.

Quality: Average.

Weight: 1.1

You have received:

Dull Bronze Knife

Attack: +1-3

Durability: 20/20

Item Class: Common

Quality: Average

Weight: 0.4 kg

You have received:

Minor Ring of Healing

Durability: 8/8

Item Class: Uncommon

Quality: Well Crafted

Weight: 0.01 kg

Richter looked at the items gratefully.  None of them were epic class, but they were way better than nothing.  The first three prompts were white, while the last was a pleasing green.  Richter wasn’t sure if that was because the Ring of Healing was magic or for some other reason.  To him, it didn’t really matter.  After experiencing the pain from the wasp stings, having the ability to heal himself was a godsend. 

He slipped the ring on his finger and the quiver over his shoulder.  The prompts remained in his vision, but as soon as he thought about wanting them gone they disappeared.  With that done, he finally took in his surroundings and attire. He was wearing a sleeveless tunic and brown rough-spun pants. On his feet were dark tan moccasins. He actually might be extremely stylish on Rodeo drive as he remembered hearing something about the “peasant” look making a comeback. Only thing missing was… Yup! Richter definitely needed to be the first person to invent boxer briefs in this world. He also needed to find some cotton. Whatever ‘rough spun’ was, it was definitely NOT the fabric of his life.

Looking around, he examined the small glade. The pool of crystal clear water abutting the rock face was surrounded by multicolored plants. A line of trees hid the small glade from view, creating a hidden enclave. Walking up to the pool he looked down at the plants, but could not identify any of them. Herbs always came in useful in games though, so he decided to grab them.

You have picked up an unknown plant. Due to a lack of the Herb Lore skill you have destroyed the plant. Maybe you can use what is left to apologize to your mom.

Shaking his head, Richter thought, what is with these messages? Seeing nothing else that could be of use he turned to leave the glade, but stopped as he was thirsty. Going over to the pool he paused as he saw his reflection in the still water. A man’s face stared back at him. The expression was curious and kind. He had chestnut colored skin, and hazel eyes. His hair was cut short and was a mop of black curls close to his head. It looked like his old face, but leaner and more rugged. It was a visage he could live with.

He knelt down to scoop some water in his hands, but hesitated. Should he drink this? Everything here seemed to have some meaning. What if this was the Pool of Eternal Firerrhea? He was already thirsty though, and drinking from an unknown source would always be a risk.

Taking a deep breath, he sipped from the water in his hand.

You have tasted the Waters of Clarity. You can see the way forward with greater ease than any others. Experience increased by 25% for the next twenty-four hours.

Score! Let’s get this going.

Happy with his lucky starting point (falling into an ocean or volcano would probably not have been super fun), Richter walked out of the glade and into his new life.

Leaving the glen, he felt a slight tingling. After walking through the trees for several yards, he looked back and saw what appeared to be only a stand of trees next to a cliff face. No one would be finding the glade without help. For some reason, knowing that his starting point in the world was hidden away brought him a sense of security. He realized then that finding it himself might be a problem later. Losing something as clutch as that Pool of Clarity would be a bonehead move of epic proportions. He spent about half an hour rolling medium to small rocks to the base of nearby trees. They would look innocuous enough individually, but taking a larger view they formed a rough line toward the glen.

The forest seemed old. Trees grew massive, hundreds of feet into the air. There was a fair amount of space between the large trunks, but the floor of the forest was littered with detritus from fallen branches and had thick undergrowth. The air was filled with the song of birds that filled the branches above his head. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, but the canopy was thick enough that its position could not be clearly pinpointed. Walking forward, he began to hunt, already being a bit hungry. After only a short time, he heard a faint snuffling up ahead of him.

Moving forward slowly he looked over a dip in the forest floor. A red fox was rooting through the leaves, hunting for some morsel or other tasty tidbit. He slowly nocked an arrow, making sure to avoid any extra noise. He paused a moment with the string taut as he exhaled, then released. The arrow flew through the air and hit the fox in its side. It let loose a high-pitched squeal and attempted to run. Richter quickly nocked another arrow and let fly. It fell a foot short.

He ran to cut the fox off before it could leave the gully it had been searching in. Luckily, the fox seemed to have trouble running with the arrow in its side.  Before it could escape, he was able to jump on it and drive his knife into its side.

Congratulations! You have learned the skill: Archery.  Slay your foes from afar.  ‘Don’t look at my bow unless you want an arrow in your eye!  +2% bonus to aim. +2% bonus to damage.

Congratulations! You have learned the skill: Small Blades.  ‘My blade might only be four inches long, but I promise, you’ll feel me.  +2% attack speed.  +2% bonus to damage.

Red Fox (Lvl 1) has died. You have received 10 (base 8) experience points.

The prompts were translucent and filled a small amount of his visual field. They disappeared at a thought and he looked down at the fox. Killing it was more real than anything had been in the game. The blood was warm and sticky on his hand as it dripped slowly down the knife. It had kicked and moaned right before it died. The death of this small creature made his situation real in a way that nothing else had. Looking down at his vanquished foe, at the blood on the ground, at the life that was forever extinguished, something welled up inside of him. He fought the impulse, but he was helpless against it and shouted, “What does the fox say? Ba ring ring ring ba ring ba ring ring!”

Chuckling to himself, he retrieved his arrow, and then picked up the fox by the tail. He kept moving forward. Over the next few hours of walking through the forest he killed many more forest creatures.  Foxes, rabbits, chipmunks and even a small badger fell beneath his blade and bow. He collected them until...

TRING! 

You have reached levels 2! Through hard work you have moved forward along your path.  You are awarded the following points to distribute:

Per Level

Total

Stat Points

As a Chaos Seed, you gain 6 Stat Points to distribute to characteristics instead of the usual 4

6

Skill % Points

+25% to the skill of your choice

+25%

Crush your enemies, honor your allies, LIVE!

Not bad, not bad. Seeing as his most valuable skill so far was Archery, he added his 25% there and was rewarded with another screen.

Congratulations! You have reached skill level 2 in Archery. +4% bonus to aim. +4% bonus to damage.

Not a bad day’s work, Richter my boy.

With that thought, he collected all the game he had hunted, and headed back to his glade for a rest.

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Now here is Chapter 3!

CHAPTER 3 – Day 2 – Sanren 22, 15,368 ABG

Upon waking, Richter quickly obtained his 25% XP buff from the Pool and left the glade. He decided not to place the points of his new level in any one area until he knew more about the world around him. He also decided that he would follow a small river that he had crossed yesterday. With his stomach rumbling, he wished he could have cooked the animals that he had killed. Since he lacked the ability to make a fire though, he had simply tossed the carcasses a small distance from the glen for the local wildlife to consume. His hunger had not gotten to the point of eating raw meat. Getting the trots from some weird, alien bacterial infection was most definitely not on his to-do list. After collecting and cleaning them, he left the pelts to dry on a rock outside of the glade, in full view of the sun.

Making his way to the river, he quickly started walking upriver. It wasn’t overly large at this point, only about a dozen yards across. After about half an hour of walking, he found a bush with large bluish berries. Hunger outweighing caution, he took a handful and placed them in his mouth. Upon swallowing he received the notification.

You have eaten Blue Forest Berries. Concentration increased by 5% for the next four hours.

He quickly placed another handful in his mouth, hoping for a cumulative bonus. Nothing. Well, he thought, that would have been the cheat to end all cheats. Watch out dragons, I have a magic bush. Chuckling at his awesome joke, he kept moving. He didn’t really notice any kind of difference, but what would an increase in concentration feel like anyway? Richter was sure that a couple of his ex-girlfriends might be able to tell him, but they were all in another world now, so who cared? With the edge taken off his hunger, he continued walking forward.

Keeping an eye out for small game, he killed three more foxes until he heard the voices. At first he had mistaken them for bird song, but the more he listened, the more he could make out faint words being spoken ahead of him.

“Get ready.”

“I’ve been ready. I’m always ready.”

“Quiet now, he’s almost here. We need to stun him so he can be questioned.”

“I know what we need to do.”

“Quit arguing,” a third voice said sternly.

Not quite believing that he was hearing an argument about what he was pretty sure was an impending attack on him, Richter stopped walking.

“Why did he stop walking?”

“How should I know?

“I didn’t think you would know. I was just wondering out loud.”

“As opposed to wondering in quiet? That would be better.”

“Shut up! Should we just attack him?”

“Yeah, let’s attack.”

Still feeling that he was being punked in some way until that last musical statement, he quickly shouted, “Wait!”

Suddenly all was quiet.

Slowly backing up, Richter cast his gaze around, looking for the speakers. He didn’t see anything though. Either way, downriver was suddenly looking like a much better option. He was backing up until he heard a musical voice behind him.

“How do you know what we are saying? Humans never know what we are saying. Even most elves don’t know sprite speak.”

Quickly turning around, he saw nothing except the scrub hugging the banks of the river.

“I asked, how do you know what I am saying?”

The voice came from the bush directly in front of him. As he focused, it seemed that the air blurred in front of him, and the leaves became green clothing for a small man. He stood three and a half feet tall. He had an almost childlike smoothness to his olive skin. The features were Asian in appearance, and the eyes had no whites. They reminded Richter of an owl’s eyes, all bright color and pupil. What really captivated his attention however, was the fully drawn bow pointing at his face.

“He can’t understand us. Let’s just kill him and be done with it,” Richter heard from behind him.

“No! I can understand you. I’m sorry if I trespassed into your territory. I’m new to this world, and I’m just trying to survive.” Richter finally heard himself after the long statement.  He was speaking in the same melodic language as the small man in front of him.

The arrow still pointed at Richter’s face, the creature in front of him said, “We have never found a human who understood us before.” Silence reigned for a short while. “We will take him to the Hearth Mother.” Staring Richter in the eye, the small man lowered his voice menacingly. At least Richter thought it was supposed to be menacing- hard to tell since it all sounded like bird song. “Don’t think we can’t hurt you. We may be smaller than you, but believe me when I tell you that we know how to defend ourselves. Show him.”

And with that statement, a small blue blur flew by just to the right of Richter’s head and struck a fallen log in the river with a large bang. Wood chips and splinters flew in all directions, and Richter quickly covered his eyes and turned away.

“That was only one arrow,” the small man warned, “and you will never see the next one coming.”

“I understand,” Richter said to the Napoleonic figure in front of him. “You’re in charge.”

“Don’t forget it, human. Now turn around and keep walking.”

Richter continued moving forward along the bank. The two unseen sprites kept up their conversation, a near constant bickering taking place in front of him. Looking back, he could just make out the form of the small creature behind him, bow no longer drawn but arrow still nocked.

After several hours of walking, there was a break in the forest canopy. Richter could see that the sun was more than halfway across the sky. The trees suddenly parted to reveal a large meadow with golden, waist-high grass. A humongous hardwood was situated in the middle of the shining sea. Richter hadn’t even thought it was possible for a tree to grow so large. It was easily the size of a forty-story apartment building, massively dwarfing all other trees in the forest. The river continued along several hundred yards to the right of the golden meadow. The river Richter had initially been following had apparently been only a side channel. It had joined another, larger branch, which they had continued to follow upstream. Though the river was not far away, enough trees had been in the way that he hadn’t been able to see the meadow or the huge tree in the middle until he was almost on top of them.

“Stop, human,” the creature behind him ordered. Speaking in a more normal voice he said to the others, “Go ahead and tell the elders what we found. We need to see the Hearth Mother. No stopping for grog or gossip.”

Still grumbling, the voices grew fainter as the others went off. Richter still couldn’t catch sight of them, but he thought he detected two small parts in the sea of grass ahead of him moving towards the giant tree.

Richter did not have to wait long for a response.

The limbs of the tree rustled as if in a strong wind, although the grass in front of him did not move. Suddenly, a four-foot-tall woman appeared. Wild red hair was bound up in a nest above her burnished olive skin. A stern mouth sat beneath bright green eyes studying him with obvious intelligence.

“Well met, traveler,” she said in a smooth melodic voice. “You stand before the Hearth Tree of the Wood Sprites of Nadria. I am the Hearth Mother, protector of our people and keeper of our secrets. I am known as Hisako. What may we call you?”

“Richter. I am pleased to meet you,” he said respectfully.

She looked at him, nodding slightly to accept the respect paid. “Never before have one of the tall folk seen our home and lived, and yet, you speak our language and do not… feel like other humans. Why is this?”

“I am not from here. My home is called Earth. Specifically, ATL, Georgia shawty! No…?”  Richter heard crickets.  “Okay then,” he gave a nervous laugh. Nothing like having a four-foot-tall Celtic druid appear in front of you to knock you off your game. It also doesn’t help when she insinuates that you won’t make it out of here alive. If the pain that horrid wasp had caused him was any indication, then he wanted no part of those mini missiles the sprites seemed to be able to fire. 

“Hmmm, Richter of Georgia.” She said, tasting his name. “Very well. I sense no evil in you, though I also sense little good. You seem to be a blank slate somehow,” she said speculatively as she continued to gaze at him. “I will give you the opportunity to prove yourself. The forest wolves have been encroaching on our territory of late. They all seem sickened somehow. If you cull their numbers, we will allow you to keep your life. We might even find more use for you than simply watering the roots of the Hearth Tree.”

You have been offered a Quest: Cleanse the Forest I

Diseased animals have been threatening the wellbeing of the wood sprites. 

Success Conditions: Kill five wolves to show that you can be relied upon.

Rewards: Safe passage through the lands of the Wood Sprites of the Forest of Nadria

Penalty for failure or refusal of Quest: “Watering the roots of the Hearth Tree”

Do you accept?  Yes or No

Somehow, he was sure that “watering the roots” didn’t mean setting up a crude irrigation system.

“I accept,” he said.

“We will observe you on your task. Do not attempt to leave the forest,” she warned.

“I do have one issue though,” Richter said hesitantly.  “I only have three arrows left and little other gear to speak of.” The other arrows had been lost or broken during his day of hunting.

She gave a short, melodic laugh, “Always true of a human, looking to take as much as you can. So be it. Accept this gift of the wood sprites.” She then closed her eyes and began to chant softly as a green glow surrounded her. Only a few seconds later, she held in her hands human-sized arrows of dark wood with green tendrils tracing down the shaft.

You have received:

Sprite Arrows of Nature                  

Quantity: 20

Durability: 4/4

Item Class: Uncommon.

Quality: Well Crafted

Weight: 0.1 kg.

Traits: Accuracy +1.  Damage +1.

Now that’s an upgrade, he thought with a smile. “Let’s go hunt some wolves.”

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