“Our world is a world of talents, there are factors and manifestations of existence, a breeding ground of concepts and arcane bliss. But until the system came and gave quantification to those things…. Gave them form and substance as the cards we now use today to grow stronger and to live.
With that arrival, we learnt of higher tiers and realms of power, we grew, we expanded and we thrived. Cards are the foundation of every man, born and shaped by the individual’s bloodline or talent. But I’m sure these are all things that you know. Some men are born with a talent, some with a bloodline and some lucky few with both. Cards the manifestation of all reality are now used to create decks, of which there can only be 3 and each deck can only have a maximum of 12 cards and your Card cradle can only ever hold up to a minimum of 30 cards to a maximum of 50 Cards. Cards can upgrade other cards, improving their abilities and adding more stats to the deck master. There are many types of cards, and while there are at least 72 documented card types and the decks they make based on potential combinations, and individuals are as numerous as there are stars in the sky. So it’s almost impossible to plan for a fight against a deck master. But never the less, each decks are unique to their masters and it is almost impossible for any two decks to be the same even if the process of gathering and compiling the decks are the same. Cards are divided into the Common, Uncommon, Rare, Epic, and Legendary, Mythic and Divine Tiers or ranks. And each rarity gives a master a certain amount of stats. Common gives 1 to 5 stats to any particular stat, and their bonuses only extends to a single stat. uncommon gives 5 to 10 to a single or two stats. Rare gives 10 to 15 stats to a single stat or spread amongst three stats. I’m sure you can fill in the math from there, however things get completely random from the legendary to Divine ranks, but that is not something you need to worry about. Now if you don’t mind I’d like you to pay attention to this illustration here” and so it went on for the next three days. Tyrone had knowledge forced down his throat. Some of it were things he was already conversant about, but more often than not Seguin was plugging holes in his knowledge as he corrected a lot of misconceptions on Tyrone’s part. If Tyrone had to be honest, he quite enjoyed his sessions with the general. He was stoic through it all, but Tyrone Could not help but feel as if right at the edge of the strictness was an amused individual who was also having a good time teaching. Or it could just be an illusion designed to get Tyrone to let down his guard, so he would still have to be extra careful. But even with his ever increasing Vigilance, Tyrone was a receptacle of knowledge. Eating everything that Segun had to teach. He learnt everything from science to mathematics, building up upon the foundation and knowledge he already had. He learnt social graces and the norms and cultures of his society’s high elite. He learnt how to be more graceful, how to move with poise and how to listen and pick out the nuances in the words if a noble. He was taught how to listen, how to blend and how to hide. Then he was taught about dungeons, taught about the monsters within and in the wild that could drop shards for cards or hell even completed cards themselves. Then he learnt just how messed up the situation in the capital was. As he was the last of the main line, the 6 other branches of the family were all lobbying to have a main heir of their line on the throne. But the problem was that that only two of that line had a close enough tie to the main branch that can seat on the throne. And for all intents and purposes they were all supposed to have come to a conclusion about who was supposed to seat on the throne. But rumors of a missing prince for the last twenty years have and has been what has kept everyone at bay. But twenty years is a long time and by now the people themselves have made the demand…. They wanted ruler, they wanted a king. Ultimately Tyrone got as much knowledge and understanding of his situation as he could get from Segun. after what Segun called the assimilation and understanding of the basics, it was now time for them to study and break down his own stat page, not ,much information would be given especially as he has not been able to reach level 10 yet. But they could reevaluate his cards and then try to get him new, more powerful and rarer cards that would serve as a foundation for his future decks. Plus in order to do that they would also have to push him to level 10, which meant that he would be undergoing supervised dungeon diving and training in order to make sure that he was at least half as competent on the battlefield as he would be in court. And that if Tyrone had to be honest was what he dreaded the most. “Your stats are the very personif8cation and understanding of yourself and what you are capable of. It will improve and it would never lie to you. But having the system and its interface is not enough to make you an all-powerful person. But it will tell you and show you just how much progress you have made and point you in the right direction, plus it is what helps us all connect to ancient armaments and lodestones…. But that is a lesson for another day. Now call up your stat sheet and tell me what you see.” Tyrone nodded his head as he took a deep breath and willed his stat screen to pop up in front of him. Normally he would have been able to show his stat page to anyone, but that was not something he would be capable of until he reaches level 10, so for now he would just have to dictate it all. NAME: Tyrone Piraeus Julius Alexander Carter// AGE: 23LEVEL: 7 (89%)// BLOODLINE: [N/A] // TALENT: [N/A]SPIRIT: 20/20// DECKS: [N/A] [N/A] [N/A]STATS: body (5) mind (5) control (8) soul (2)ACTIVE DECK: []ACTIVE CARDS: [Slipstream]PASSIVE CARDS: [Sense Magic] [Nimble]SPECIAL CARDS: []CARD CRADLE (7): [Slipstream (U-II] [Sense Magic (C-V)] [Nimble (C-IX)] [Perceptive (C-V)] [Cooking (C-X)] [Carpentry (C-V)] [Lock picking (C-X)] The unfortunate thing, if Tyrone had to be honest, probably had to be the fact that until level ten none of the cards he has in his possession would be giving any stats to him, and beyond that too, it was not possible for him to have more than one active card and two passive cards slotted. At least not without a deck and frankly speaking while he had some good cards, they were not yet at the position to become decks, not to mention he needed twelve cards to make a deck. Segun postured, at least that was what Tyrone thought he was doing g as the man looked at his exposed sheet. This was the truth as Cole did not have a card able to disguise his stat sheet. The older man nodded his head as he came to a conclusion. “For a street rat you have done well for yourself. With the way the cards are slotted I see that you are making sure your cards have some synergy, and given the line of work you have chosen for yourself I would say that you have done quite well. Either way your stats are basic as are some of the cards. You will have to get rid of some of the, if not all of them, taking time to level them up would be a waste when you can and will have access to higher ranked cards up till the rare rank, anything beyond that you will have to procure for yourself.” Tyrone did not agree wholeheartedly with what Segun had said, prompting them both to fall into an argument as he did not want to give up any of hid cards. They were the very basis of his current identity and what he had used to look after his crew. But all of that arguments were completely ignored by Segun as he stated that most if not any of the cards at all he had in his possession were fit for a Prince. But Tyrone was adamant, he really did not want to give up any of his cards so they had to come to a compromise. He would be allowed to keep only three of his cards that at the moment he would also prioritize leveling up, and from Segun’s choice it was the cards he had slotted, the rest of them had to go. Making such a choice also made it a little hypocritical as Segun had said that he wanted Tyrone to gain better cards. Now he was saying Tyrone would have to focus on upgrading those cards. But there was nothing to be done about it, Segun had spoken his piece and he expected Tyrone to follow up with it. Either way it was all to prepare him for the next stage of his rapid teaching…… DUNGEON DIVING!Tyrone looked at the gaping maw of death in front of him and seriously considered if perhaps he should rethink this whole lost but found prince shit. It was crazy really, but when the general had spoken of dungeon diving he thought that he would be protected, shown the ropes so that he could understand exactly what he was dealing with. But unlike how it was for nobles or those who were lucky enough to attend any sort of educational or organizational institution in the kingdom;These people who are led and protected by higher leveled individuals while they explored and mastered the terrains of any dungeon they would now be diving. It was crazy but the death toll in dungeons especially for those who would be diving into them for the first time, was as high as 90% which means 9 in 10 people die the first time they enter a dungeon. And he was given a weapon he had no idea how to use and without even a shred of training to go along with it.“You should stop looking at that sword like that
Konga Ashiri was legendary, the discovery of this dungeon had led to the formation of the kingdom of Ounyi Idu. Its resources used to the back bone of the kingdoms economy, making it one of the giants within the Zango Empire. But that was a lifetime ago, now things were terrible with much of kingdoms resources severely exploited, the neighboring kingdoms to the east and west were all sharpening their blades in an attempt to carve off a piece of the kingdom for themselves.Tyrone didn’t care much what happened to the kingdom, this place has never been fair to him. And even though he had found himself In this situation he pretty much only saw this as an avenue to get power and live his life as something more than just a common street rat and thief. A chance to actually have a life and not be found dead in a ditch somewhere before the age of 30, or settling down with some random tavern wench and bringing more kinds into this world to live in squalor and poverty and crime.He took a close
Tyrone grunted as he burst forwards, however instead of moving in a straight line towards the two approaching beasts, he moved quickly to the left his body hugging the wall as the first salvo of spines went flying nowhere close to hitting his body. He noticed the second aiming at him, as he pushed off the wall moving a zig zag pattern as the next set of spines went past him.The first beast had already rushed him by this point, its jaws opened wide as it wanted to take a chunk out of Tyrone’s thigh. [Slipstream] was activated as Tyrone moved a little bit faster, his form moving as he stabbed the longsword forwards and straight into the unsuspecting mouth of the beast that had leapt at him.The short sword flew out of his hands a moment later, however his aim was off due to not being familiar with the weight of the weapon. The handle smashed into the nose of the beast, causing it to give a squeal of pain as it came to a halt, rubbing its paws over its nose multiple times and it squeale
Tyrone took a deep breath as he observed the next batch of tuskupines that he had to take care of. He was lucky in the sense that every time he returned to the safe zone they would follow right behind him and bang on the barrier that separated the safe zone from the rest of the dungeon. However these creatures had a set pattern, from the way they behaved when they noticed him, to chasing him, to their attacks and reaction to their attacks and being attacked.It took Tyrone three tries, but it was enough for him to be able to tell the mannerisms of the creatures down to a T. but he was nowhere close to clearing the hallway he was in. apart from the fact that it was incredibly long, Tyrone had not gone more than 20 meters away from the entrance to the safe zone. He needed to be able to return there quickly should the need of a safe spot b became required.So far since he has been down here, if he could trust his internal clock, it has been a little over two days. And in all that time he
Perhaps it was definitely in his own interest for him to be a little careful with his approach, even in his frantic state Tyrone realized this. He had to be careful, one mistake would mean the end of his ambition and life, but regardless he was still going to push through. He jumped out of the barrier, sailing over the heads of the Tuskupines as he twisted his body in the air and brought both blades stabbing down hard into the backs of two of the Tuskupines. Their screech of pain was made even more worse as Tyrone, yanked both blades out, and jumped backwards just in time for their signature projectiles to flash past his face. He grunted then took two steps forward, meeting the charge of the final Tuskupine as he used the longsword to bat it to the side then stabbed the shirts word deep into its belly, yelling out in rage and pure emotion in much the same manner and time as the Tuskupine.Tyrone looted them all, quickly taking his gains and running right back into the safe zone. And
Tyrone was in a bit of trouble, while he was taking the time to regenerate his essences, the Tuskupines had seemingly gathered en masse. There was at least three to four dozen of them waiting outside the safe zone for him. It was a bit worrying for him, but there was nothing better than a challenge. He could at least try his best to deal with them, so far his bit and run tactics have been working for him, and even more so now that he had access to the [Wind Mastery] skill, at the very least he could escape if he wanted to.Never the less the Wind Mastery card was a passive, and even though Tyrone really had no idea what it could do, he wondered if perhaps the skill was not as literal as its name. And at the Rare Rank, it should at least be able to have some combat applications or be utilized in such a manner. He closed his eyes, searching deep within himself for the spark that represented the card, he found it almost immediately as he let out a breath, creating a small gust of wind tha
Tyrone would have loved to be anywhere but here right now, but he had to put food on the table. This was the way things were in the Fringe cities, stealing from some overly pompous noble who would most definitely not give a shit about what had gone missing was the way it is. It just really annoyed him that he had so many negative feelings about this job. And it was even more so when not a single member of his crew was present, and as it stood the duration for his stealth skill was almost about to run out.There was a click and Tyrone let out a deep breath, he hadn't even know he was holding it. That wouldn't do, the first thing that could possibly go wrong with a job was if he was not calm enough to see it through to the end. And if he wasn't calm then a whole lot of mistakes could be made and whole lot of thing would go wrong and he would end up dead or worse captured by the (Idí), an elite or perhaps not so elite but more like bully police force of the kingdom….they have been a con
Tyrone had a bored look on his face as he shifted from one side of the carriage to the other, honestly he had not been given much Attention during this entire journey, and while he was very grateful for that, he had also not been allowed to be anywhere else other than the carriage.Even when they had to stop in towns and other cities in order to rest or when they had to camp, Tyrone was kept isolated and completely ignored by the rest if the [Irí] but ultimately it was on the fourth day of their journey, just about a week from the capital as they had taking a roundabout route; that a man stepped into the carriage a hard look on his face as he held Tyrone’s gaze for a moment before bowing his head deeply.Tyrone had no idea who the man was, but he was heavily built, with a bald head a face full with white beard. But beyond all that was the sheer feeling of power Tyrone could feel coming off him, this was a man who had power and who knew how to utilize it, but the question still remains