In the middle of a fight is when Shinra felt most certain. He wasn’t thinking so much as assessing and deciding in real time. It was happening faster than thought, and it was addictive.
He looked at the wand, death in a slim package, bearing down on him.
‘I just need to be somewhere else,’ he decided. His vision highlighted vectors for diving, rolling, and jumping to avoid an attack originating at the sword tip and covering an area of 2 metres around it. He couldn’t just avoid the attack though, he had to finish this one off before the other 4 combatants got their shit together.
He jumped, hard, into a forward twisting flip, easily clearing the guard. Even in Daemon time, he could see the surprise on the man’s face as a powerful green blast made a crater in the f
"Take that, you little shit." The speaker had a loud and high pitched voice, the kind that set your nerves on edge just hearing it. The man was on the short side, with fat cheeks, and a round belly pushing the front of his rich green robe forward. He waved his hand and the teenager in front of him was knocked back into the alley wall. A groan escaped his lips as a puff of dust billowed away from the brick surface. His long dirty hair fell across his face, but he still looked up at the mage who was hurting him. "I don't know why all of you zombies haven't been sent to the mana stone pits. What is the point of living without magic?" the chubby man said. He snapped his fingers and the air shimmered around the boy, as if from a great heat, then the boy's clothes lit on fire. "Arrrgh," he yelled, not looking defiant any longer. He rolled on the dirty cobblestones of the street, through puddles of questionable origin, but the flames didn't extinguish. He started tearing off his c
“He certainly bled enough,” Sheriff Wintersbane said, looking down at the pudgy corpse. He pushed his dark curls from his eyes as he looked around the alleyway. Even in mid-morning, it was still dark here. ‘Perfect spot for an attack,’ he thought. “We’ve identified him, Sheriff sir. This is Bannon Brightbough...” a young constable in navy robes said. He nervously adjusted the badge of office pinned to his breast, a gold heart with scales in the foreground. “Brightbough. Dammit. I don’t suppose, miraculously, he isn’t related to Advisor Brightbough?” “His Nephew, Sir.” “Shit.” Wintersbane looked at the scene more closely. “This murder just became a lot more important Constable. Lock this scene down, and then get the head analyst down here as soon as possible,” he said, then turned away. “Where are you going? Sir?” “I need to go tell the Emperor’s Advisor about his nephew. Wish me luck.” He waved as he kept walking to his carriage. The same symbol was emblazoned across
The sun was rising higher as Shinra walked away from the gate, having had no trouble leaving. ‘Guards are always happy to see Zombies leave.’ This close to the gates, he wasn’t worried about his safety yet, but he had a few kilometres to travel before reaching the Zombie tent village he lived in with his sister. A small group of younger men and women walked with him along the way. Shinra tried not to look at them too closely, but he could see the bruises and damage typical of Zombies that worked ‘night shifts’ with the cruel mages. ‘Everyone needs to find a way to help feed their families, but I will never let my sister lay with a damn Mage.’ It was just part of their life, Zombies weren’t even second class citizens. As Shinra saw last night, a mage wasn’t worried at all about killing him. ‘The rules aren’t enforced equally. I guess it is better to get paid for what a mage could do by force,’ the thought made him sick. Then he remembered that the Mage last night paid with hi
Hearing those words, Shinra knew this was bad. There were 15 zombies, including himself, and he bet his dagger was the only weapon. ‘It worked on that bastard last night, but he was not expecting it, and within striking distance. This guy probably has a few spells that can take us all out without even getting off his horse.’ Shinra looked around, seeing if there was anywhere to hide, but the road was bordered by fields with only waist high grass. He reached up to touch the hidden dagger. [Assassination System: Lv 1] [Online] [Assessing] . . . . . . . . [Combat is already engaged. Assassin is not the primary target] [Target is a Mage Knight: Lv 5] [Difficulty rated high. Success probability Low] ‘What the hell is happening!’ Shinra screamed in his head. He watched as Woodruff moved his horse closer, and everyone cowered more. The group felt like a coiled spring, they could scatter or break out in tears at any moment. [Unlocking Skill Tree] . . . . . .
‘Not a ghost… but not normal. I can’t see really through myself, but it feels like I almost can. Am I solid?’ he asked, then poked his arm. Solid. His clothes, and even the skin of his hand, had taken an ash grey and coal black colouring. The pattern was random, but it moved and adjusted as he watched. ‘This colouring would blend in well with the grey cobbles of the road and the shadows cast on it. Is this what Fade does? It helps me camouflage.’ He looked over at the Knight and the girls. He had already finished with the blonde girl. She was sobbing on the ground. Large welts covered her naked back. ‘He probably hit her with the flat of his blade,’ Shinra thought. He looked on in disgust as the Knight, Woodruff, strutted over to the next girl in line. She was a short brown haired girl that Shinra recalled being very well endowed. The thought made him feel guilty. “You’re next,” Woodruff said, and grabbed around her chest roughly. “Ahhhhrgghhh,” she cried in pain. ‘
Shinra wiped the blade off and started rummaging through the man’s belongings. ‘I’m alive. Holy shit.’ Now that the adrenaline had come down, he couldn’t believe he was still alive. And he was rich. The Knight had a bag of coins on him, and his weapons, armour and supplies could be useful. ‘Can I take the horse? No, that would be stupid. I’d be found out immediately. How could a zombie like me afford a horse like this!?’ Still, he put everything that seemed useful or sellable into one of the saddle bags, and started running down the road, away from the body he’d left behind. [Ding] His head rang, and he slowed down. ‘Is this the system thing again?’ Shinra had almost forgotten about it in his rush to escape. Really, the fight had taken all of his focus. [Achievement met: Mage Knight Lvl 5 Executed] Unlike the first time, Shinra was having trouble seeing anything other than the text in front of him. It would be dangerous to keep running, so he sat down in the grass a f
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
In the middle of a fight is when Shinra felt most certain. He wasn’t thinking so much as assessing and deciding in real time. It was happening faster than thought, and it was addictive.He looked at the wand, death in a slim package, bearing down on him.‘I just need to be somewhere else,’ he decided. His vision highlighted vectors for diving, rolling, and jumping to avoid an attack originating at the sword tip and covering an area of 2 metres around it. He couldn’t just avoid the attack though, he had to finish this one off before the other 4 combatants got their shit together.He jumped, hard, into a forward twisting flip, easily clearing the guard. Even in Daemon time, he could see the surprise on the man’s face as a powerful green blast made a crater in the f
Shinra’s vision filled with the measurements, vectors, grids and critical strike paths that he basically associated with life, but now knew was his combat vision.[Ready?][Status: Shinra][Health 3000][Shinra: Death Stalker - Assassin: Tier 2, LvL 5 ][Shinra: Night Squire - — : Tier 0 ][Experience Points: 77,500 | Skill Points: 0][Stats][ Tier 2: Strength | Speed | Dexterity ][ Tier 0: Intelligence | Wisdom | Charisma | Magic ][Skills Status:][Tier 1][ Active: Fade | Sprint ][ Passive: Silence | Knife Mastery | Assassin Kata | Archery | Wall Climbing][Tier 2][Passive: Deadly Aim | Deception | Visual Reflexes][Hidden Path][Passive Skills: Critical Strike | Daemon Prediction ][Shadow Path][Active: Shadow Strike* | Shadow Meld* | Shadow Heal* ][Passive: Vampire Vision ]“Who the hell are you?” Loren was saying, even as her wand came up. Shinra knew she might be able to handle this all on her own, she was exceptional.The chains hit her face and torso, knocking the wa
Shinra was leary of all magic, so he almost bolted from his place as soon as he saw the glowing sphere hanging in the air. Well, he did bolt, but luckily he heard Loren’s message from the hall. He was still trying to wrap his head around what she said, even as he stood in front of her door. ‘Naori was here?’Shinra loved his sister, he never had any doubts about his feelings towards her. She was the kindest, most capable, and brilliant person he had ever known. And, though he spent every moment since his parents died trying to take care of her, he knew she had taken care of him even more. Being in the city without her had been difficult, but, if he was honest, he worried about her less after sending her his wages. ‘My life has been pretty complicated this last little while,’ he thought. He knew he was making excuses. He did believe her life would actually be better without him. She was more resourceful than he ever was, and the other villagers liked her much more than him.‘So why
The room was Pitch Black, so Raisd wasn't sure if his eyes were open or not at first, so he blinked a few times. ‘Definitely open.’ The fact that he was lying in a bed instead of bleeding in a gutter was a good sign, but he wasn't sure of anything else. He slowly moved his hands down his chest and body, feeling for any bandages or gaping wounds.‘Huh, not only am I naked, I seem to be in one piece.’ Which was amazing in and of itself, because the seven finger Gremlin counter attack is enough to kill most mages. Clearly he was both lucky and, maybe, tougher than he thought.He tried to stand, but that is when he noticed the weight across his legs. Not able to see, he reached down and realized the weight was a pair of legs draped across him. His fingers traced their way up those legs until he found their intersection. It was warm there, and his fingers were tickled by the fine hairs they brushed up against. ‘God I hope this is Mimi,’ was all he thought before the
“I promise, it is usually cleaner here,” Loren said as she rushed around trying to stuff books and scrolls back onto the shelves while gathering up a precarious pile of dishes. She definitely didn’t care what the place looked like when Naori’s brother broke in. Funny how something so random could lead to Loren trying to clean her place. She looked over her shoulder to see Naori just standing still, eyes widened by the mess, no doubt. ‘I need to distract her maybe? Where am I going to put all of this stuff!’ Loren was not used to caring what anyone thought about her, her space, or anything she did, really. “Wow. Just…. Wow,” was all Naori said, eyes still wide.‘Oh god, she thinks it is worse than living on the streets, she’s never seen anyone live like this… dammit!’, but what Loren said out loud was, “I just need a few more minutes. Why don’t you sit down over … “ except she hadn’t cleared any of the seating surfaces yet.“This is the most amazing home I’ve ever seen! It is
The office was surprisingly orderly for an assassin, Shinra thought. Tastefully arranged sofas, end tables with a high polish, and a full bookcase. He went straight to the desk though, to see if he could find what the assassin guild leader was talking about.‘Would it just be on top? Is that too easy?’ Shinra looked, but the few pieces of parchment on top of the desk were innocuous bills and tally of equipment. He opened the top drawer and only saw quills and inkstones. The larger drawer underneath was locked.“Why don’t I have lockpicking skills? I can do everything else…” He flexed his newly healed hand, still amazed at how whole and pain free they were, after the devastating burns he’d suffered. “Well, I’m strong enough to just rip it open,” he said, then gripped it tightly and pulled with all his strength.He felt the small release of power, ‘shit,’ he thought and then flung the drawer behind him as hard as he could. It was the right move, as the entire desk exploded in a sho
“Filthy blood slut," was all the lesser Earl of Clodven had said. It wasn't a nice thing to say about anyone, and Raisd had heard much worse. This time though, it was directed at his betrothed.To his credit, Raisd showed enormous restraint by only breaking the man's nose. The young lesser Earl and his friends didn't agree, and so now Raisd was in an honour bout.“The first to ten wins the bout,” one of the hangers-on was intoning, "and may request an honour payment." “I think I'll ask for one of Its fangs," the arrogant noble said.Raisd paid him no mind. ‘Foppish, useless nobles think life is a silly game. This bout is probably the highlight of his week’. He knew the type well. The lesser Earl’s father, or grandfather, had been useful to the Empire once upon a time, but then they produced entitled, talentless wastes of flesh like this. The patriarch of the family has probably all but disowned him.‘If I'd punched Shinra, he probably would have punched back and we'd be having a
Raisd was having a weird night. Actually, everyday had been weird since his betrothal. He couldn't get over the fact that suddenly people knew he was an active part of the imperial family. Well, maybe vampires didn't count as people, but they knew. If that was all that had changed, he could deal. After all he had been in military intelligence, and had infiltrated many places as part of his work, including the deputies office. Unfortunately he was quickly apprised of how different human and vampire customs were. Which was why he was lying in bed with General Mimi right now. Uncomfortably. Wrapped up in his own blanket and wearing a full set of clothes. He wasn't 100% certain, but he was pretty sure that she was naked under the thin sheet she had draped over herself. He made sure all the lights were off though and just laid there staring up at the ceiling in the dark. It had been like this for a few days now, ever since the rest of the vampire delegation went back to their capital
Shinra was surprised. ‘Shadow Heal isn’t one of the skills in the list. Does this mean they are all low level skills? Or are there a tonne of skills that the System just doesn’t show me?’Either way, this wasn’t what he was expecting. ‘Healing is high level magic… what does Shadow Healing mean? Am I a mage now?...’ He knew he wasn’t though. He looked around and did not see the primal flow of mana in the world. He was a zombie. One with interesting skills, but a zombie all the same.“Unless a Ninja is a different class of being?” The head Assassin said Ninja enough that it did make Shinra wonder. Not that he had time for that mystery right now. [Skills Status:][Skill Points: 20][Tier 1][ Active: Fade | Sprint ][ Passive: Silence | Knife Mastery | Assassin Kata | Archery | Wall Climbing][Tier 2][Passive: Deadly Aim][Hidden Path][Passive Skills: Critical Strike | Daemon Prediction ][Shadow Path][Active: Shadow Strike* | Shadow Meld* | Shadow Heal* ][Passive: Vampire