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[F1-SP] A Hunting I Shall Go (The Second Lesson, Is also Free)


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Zenurik let the door to the inn swing closed behind him as he stretched out his shoulders. After delivering Lyle's package, the smith had told Zenurik to come back the next day, today now, and he would have some work for the player. Zen had tried to push for the quest to start when he had been there already, but it was apparently something tied to time, or the NPC couldn't act as a quest giver at night, because Lyle had remained steadfast in refusing and saying to come back later. 

Still, it wasn't that big of an imposition, if Zen was honest about it. Getting a night's sleep after his jaunt through the forest had definitely refreshed him, so he supposed the system had a reason for its methods. He double checked the pending quest info, and sure enough it was now telling him to visit the smith to begin. Now reaffirmed in his obligation for the day, Zenurik started down the path he'd followed last night, back towards the smithy. 

 

 

Starter Axe:  

 

Type: 2H Battleaxe

 

Quality: Uncommon (1 Enhancement Slot) 

 

Energy: High

 

Damage: Moderate

 

AoE: Very High 

 

Stun: None

 

Associated Skill: 2H Battle Axe proficiency (Novice) +3 Dam

 

Enhancement: +1 Accuracy

 

Appearance: A heavy, simple twin-headed battle axe with sweeping blades that cover nearly a foot from the end of the weapon. The haft is a reddish-brown, and the blades are dull iron-gray in hue. 

 

 

 

Starter Armor: 

 

Type:Heavy armor

 

Quality: Uncommon (1 Enhancement Slot) 

 

Location: Arms (Vambraces) 

 

Associated Skill: Heavy Armor (Unranked, no bonus) 

 

Enhancement: + 1 Thorns (Successful non-critical attacks deal 9*Tier Damage to striker) 9 retaliation damage. 

 

Appearance: Thick iron vambraces that wrap around Zenurik's forearms. There appear to be small snowflakes etched into the metal - and from some of them, jagged protrusions of iron jut outwards, menacing any who strike the man. 

 

 

 

 

Quick Access Belt: 

 

[*] Slot 1: "Starter Healing Potion" x5 (Heals 50 HP

[*] Slot 2: Healing Potions x5 (rare) (+40HP)

 

 

 

Stat Block:  

 

Tier:

Level: 1

Health: (Lvl 1x20) 20 HP

 

Energy: (Lvl 1x2) 2 Eng

 

Damage: (1 Base + <2H Battleaxe Novice>) 4

 

Accuracy: +1 (Enhancement on Battle Axe) 

 

Mitigation: 0

 

Thorns: 1 slot (Deals 9  per slot * tier unmitigated retaliation damage to non-critical attacks) 9 Damage

 

 

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Zen paused outside of the entrance to the smithy, his hand curled around the metal handle. The man took in a deep breath and let it out slowly, then back in as he braced himself mentally. He remembered his first reaction to the scents carried by the smithy, and he didn't want to freeze up again like that. With a subtle tensing of his jaw, he opened the door and moved inside. Zenurik felt the bones in his fingers creak from the grip he had on the door as the smells of fire and smoke rolled over him. 

But he was prepared this time, and the scents weren't quite the same as what haunted his memories. There was no smell of burning meat, thankfully. Zen pushed on in, and called out. 

"Ho, good morning!" There was no one in the front room of the shop as he called out, and silence was the immediate response. A few moments passed, and Zen wiled the time away by looking at some of the things on display. 

 

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The sound of rustling fabric caught Zenurik's attention and made him look up from the greaves that he was currently examining. Lyle was pushing through the hanging cloth doorway that separated the front of the shop and the rest, wiping his hands on his apron as he did so. The smith's weathered and cragged face lit up when he saw his guest. 

"Ah, mornin' lad. You look a bit better today, less peaky." The man moved over to the counter, stopping when he was across from where Zenurik was standing. "Now then, you'd be here about that little request of mine, right?" At Zen's nod, he grunted once and tapped a thick finger on the counter top. 

"Good. So, lad. I've run a bit short on supplies for reinforcing my metals. Normally I'd buy some extras from the re-sell vendors, but they've been running dry themselves. So I need a keen adventurer to bring me back some boar tusks. ." As he finished speaking, a glowing-edged quest window popped into Zenurik's field of view, containing the details. 

A fight. He took a deep breath, flexing his leg muscles. He could do that. The player's finger reached out and tapped the button to accept the quest even as he spoke. "I can bring you those, good smith."

 

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The door closing behind Zenurik as he left the store cut off the scents of smoke and fire. Tension drained from his body as he subconsciously relaxed - he hadn't even realized just how tight his muscles had gotten while he was in the shop. That - as much as he might have liked the idea of being a blacksmith once upon a time, as things stood right now there was no way he'd be able to handle doing that. The first time he tried lighting a forge, he would probably have a panic attack. 

With a shake of his head Zen pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind and set off towards the city gates, heading for the fields where he had seen people fighting boars before. He didn't have too many boar tusks that he needed to get for Lyle, but it would be better to get started now. He had no idea what the actual drop rate for the things would be - for all he knew, he might have to kill ten of the pups before he even saw a single tusk. Hopefully his luck wouldn't be quite that bad. 

 

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The early morning sun stung his eyes as Zen followed the path out of the eastern gate of the city. It didn't seem like that many people were actually heading out just yet - it seemed he would be beating the crowds as the low-levels tried to jockey for a good hunting spot. His fingers danced through the menus as he equipped his axe and armor, rolling his shoulders as he reaccustomed himself to their weight. 

The twin-bladed battleaxe hung down his back, and Zenurik was grateful he didn't have to worry about the sharp edges cutting into his clothes or skin in its current position. It would be more than a bit frustrating to be constantly taking chip damage from his own equipment. As he walked he fiddled with the spot where the axe hung, wondering if where it was resting actually had a chance of affecting how quickly he could use it in a fight. He supposed that, at least if he was the one to start the fight, he would have a chance to get it ready to go before attacking. 

 

 

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And speaking of attacking - Zenurik's eyes caught on to a rustling in the grass around him a short distance away. The tall stalks of yellow-green grass were swaying in a pattern that had nothing to do with the way the wind was currently blowing, and there was a definite path being made as something moved through where he was looking. The man crouched down slowly, trying to ease his presence as he pulled his axe from his back. His hands slid carefully into place, gripping onto the rough wooden haft as his gaze peered through the bobbing plants. 

A flash of dark brown and light black appeared through the yellow-green grass, and as he watched, a small, snuffling creature pushed fully into sight. It wasn't a big animal - hells, Zenurik had seen dogs larger than what he was looking at. The boar pup's snout was currently planted on the ground as it walked along, sniffing intently at the earth as it searched for something. From hazy memories rambling in the back of his mind, he thought boars liked to root for truffles. He almost felt bad for attacking the pup. But only almost. 

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Zenurik waited patiently, his eyes locked onto the pup as it moved its way closer towards where he was hiding. The beast was so intent on its search for food in the soil that it didn't even look up and around as it trudged along. That suited the man just fine - since he had no idea how long it would take him to actually get the right number of tusks for his task from the old smith, it would be good if he didn't burn himself out too quickly. 

 

There. Just inside the range where Zen could hit the beast, it stopped again, snout buried in the dirt. His hands twisted on the haft of the axe, making the wood creak slightly. That was all the warning the Boar Pup has as he sprang into motion from his crouching position. One stride, and then Zenurik twisted, letting momentum carry his strike deep into the boar's side. Metal cleaved deep into the flesh and sinew, staggering his victim as the man jumped back. His movement made the pup's retaliatory swipe with its head miss, the short, stubby tusks of the Pup sweeping through the air where he had been a moment before. 

 

 

 

 

 

Zenurik:

HP:

EN: 2/2

Dam: 4

Acc: +1

Thorns: 9 retaliation

 

Boar Pup #1 

HP: 5

Damage: 3

 

 

Roll

Roll ID# 181173 results:

Battle: 8 HIT

 

 MOB: 2 MISS

 

 

Results:

:Boar Pup

HP: 5 - 4

 

Zenurik

EN: 1/2

 

 

 

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Zenurik backpedaled away from the Boar Pup as it swung its tusks back and forth angrily, trying to catch him. The strike had missed, but the beast was still raging about. Finally it stopped lashing out, and was listing heavily to one side, stumbling a bit as it tried to recover from its small rampage. Zen tensed up, watching it for a moment, then he lunged forward. 

 

He started his swing from down low, bringing his axe up in a swinging arc. The leading blade bit into the boar's neck, then carried onwards, up and through, barely slowing down on its way. There was a momentary pause, and then the pup's body slumped to the ground, its head rolling away from the rest of the carcass. Zen's swing went up and over, the weight of his axe keeping momentum until it came up to rest on his shoulder. Zenurik let out a grunt as he steadied himself, his eyes swiveling over to his drop screen. 

 

"Well, that's unfortunate." No dice on a drop this time. Hopefully he wasn't going to have to depopulate the local Boar population for this quest. 

 

 

 

 

Roll ID# 181300 

results: 

 

BD 9 (crit hit) 

 

  LD: 7 (fail) 

 

Zenurik: 

HP: 20/20

EN: ½ (+1 regen, - 1 attack) 

Dam: 5(4base+1 crit) 

 

Boar Pup:

HP 0/5 (-1 overkil l) 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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