Shinra was stunned. He was laying defenceless in the grass, but somehow he seemed to be getting more powerful. ‘I mean, am I? What do these numbers really mean?’ They had increased a lot from his baseline value, but would these increases be noticeable? [Health 300] [Strength 25] [Speed 40] [Intelligence 21] [Dexterity 45] [Charisma 6] [Wisdom 13] [Magic 0] ‘Health, strength, speed, intelligence, those all seem straightforward. I guess I understand what charisma and wisdom are, but what is dexterity? It must be important, it was buffed as a core assassin skill.’ Speed, Intelligence, Dexterity and Wisdom were the core assassination skills, apparently. Shinra wasn’t sure why Health and Strength weren't there. ‘Why is magic at 0? My skills must be magic, and the System too, right?’ [Dexterity is the measure of your ability to make subtle and precise movements. It is also related to the accuracy of your sense of touch. Dexterity is valuable for throwing projectil
Sam, Gilmo and Frodi took their time heading back to check on Woodruff. He was only dealing with some zombies, and they worried they would get back just in time to only help with the clean up.“Better to show up after he’s finished, there is no way he’s still playing around with them by now.”“Do you think Lord Jala thought he was doing us a favour by sending us here?” Gimlo said.“Ha! That would be the day. He’s like any Mage lord, he doesn’t give a damn for anyone but himself. He only sent us on the fool’s errand to save him a little embarrassment.”“True. The young Lord Matthew was bawling like a baby. That Zombie harlot must have some amazing charms to ensorcel him like that without any magic. Hopefully Woodruff will at least tell us how she was,” Sam said with an evil grin.They could see Woodruff’s horse eating some grass at the side of the road, but his saddle was empty, and he was a little closer to the city than where they left the zombies earlier.“Huh, that’s strange
‘Shinra doesn’t often stay out all night and all morning. He’s alright though, I know it.’ Naori had unshakeable confidence in her older brother. Others thought he was cold and questioned his morality, but she knew that he would move the heavens to keep them safe. ‘That kind of love should be appreciated,’ Naori knew this well, zombies didn’t have a lot of time for sentimentality, but emotions drove their lives. Unfortunately the dominant emotion was fear.She busied herself in their hovel. Shinra had built it himself using salvaged wood planks, wood he’d finished himself with ‘borrowed’ tools and river clay. It wasn’t pretty, but they had enough room to stand up and move around. There was a table, a raised bedding area in the corner, a fire pit in the centre and sev
“Lord Jala, I think we need to consider the long term picture here,” Solus said. He waved his hand and he was holding a chilled glass of wine, taken from his secret cellar. He loved hand made wine, properly aged. Magic could make it faster, but all the craftsmanship was lost.A satisfied smile crossed his face as the tart liquid glided down his long throat. He was a man of stretched proportions. His narrow face matched his long arms, and spidery hands, but he carried himself calmly and always spoke carefully.“Solus, a man is dead! We need to involve the Sheriffs and get to the bottom of this.” Jala sat in a large comfortable chair, surrounded by attendants who were grooming his beard, filing his nails and rubbing his shoulders. One attendant was nearby to
Shinra kissed Naori on the forehead, then snuck out of their home. She didn't stir a muscle.'Is that Silence at work, or is she very tired?'He wanted to test his powers badly, but needed to make sure his sister was safe even more. Naori was stunned by the riches he had brought home, and knew better than to ask where he got it. 'Naori is the best. She'll figure out how to turn the cash, weapons and potions into food and supplies for us. I might not have to steal again for years, though it will be hard to sell potions to zombies.'He wasn't worried though, she was accomplished at dealing with goods of questionable origins.'I need to be alone now and try out my skills. Silence and Knife Mastery are passive, so they should be working already. Now I need to try Critical Strike and get better with Fade.He crossed the Tardel river by swimming. It represented the Southern border of the Zombie village, and had a powerful enchantment that kept monsters from getting near. 'I need t
‘Shit, shit, shit,” Shinra thought. He needed to pant in breath, he was so winded, but could not. Instead he held his breath, and every muscle perfectly still. He couldn’t stop the blood dripping down his arm, or mask its scent. He was going to be a dead man if he didn’t think of something fast.The Orc was sniffing around a tree Shinra had wiped his blood on. It would only distract the monster for a few moments though.It was at least 8 ft tall, but walked hunched over with its hands near the ground, dragging the large spiked club it had hit Shinra with. Its yellow eyes shone with bloodlust when he cried out and fell back from the blow. Shinra had come up quietly behind the beast, and attempted a critical strike at the base of its neck.‘Why did I miss? I was following the trail smoothly, like I had already done on 2 wolves, and 3 giant rats.’ He knew why though. He had gotten cocky. He hadn’t even used Fade to make his approach, h
Shinra wasn't in a great mood when he made it back across the river, one armed, and found some people hanging around the outside of his home."I swear. Little Naori was selling some really expensive mage shit today in the market. Potions, some rings, bracelets and scrolls. How much do you want to bet that she has even more stuff stashed away inside!""Even if she does, what are we going to do? Just break in there and rob her? What about her brother?""That good for nothing thief? He deserves what he gets. All that stuff is stolen anyways, so who cares if we steal it too? He's just a skinny guy, and there are two of us. We can take him down easily.""Maybe we should spend some quality time with Naori before we leave. She is old enough now and has gotten very pretty lately…""I don't know man. Robbery is one thing, we can just say we didn't do it and who the hell will know. If we hurt them badly, then the Town Council might punish us."
Young Matthew was living in a dream. A few days ago his father was trying to murder his zombie lover, and now he had let her move into his wing of their estate. ‘I know dad has probably a hundred ulterior motives. For now, she is worth more alive than dead to him, but that will change once her usefulness has ended.’ Matthew wasn’t stupid. Timid, a little, but not stupid. He knew that this was an opportunity though, and he meant to use it.“How do we make you valuable to my father after your testimony is finished? For whatever reason, seeing that Shadow monster is important.”"I can think of two ways, my love," Sophie said. The zombie was truly a lovely thing to behold, with her long red hair, milk white skin, and delicate features. And since moving into Lord Jala's estate, she had been dressed like a young noblewoman, enhancing her beauty tenfold and drawing the attention of every man who laid eyes on her.She was 18, so already a year older than the young Lord Matthew, but tha