Chapter 17: Chapter 16: Fellowship

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Kenshiro stepped cautiously across the open valley, his eyes drawn to the massive pool of blood that stained the center of the clearing. Sombra followed. Always vigilant, the shadow canine was sniffing the iron flavored air as they moved closer to the gruesome scene.

Not wasting any time, he identified the adze again and activated Skill Eater.

Select a skill to consume:

Skill: Garrote

Attribute: LUC

Type: Passive

Requirements: Piercing or Slashing damage.

Description: Whenever you inflict a moderate wound with a piercing or slashing attack get a 50% chance of inflicting a Bleeding debuff.

Skill: Deliquesce

Attribute: LUC

Type: Passive

Requirements: Piercing or Slashing damage.

Description: Bleeding effects are doubled.

“Alright. Well, that’s fairly easy. I can’t even use the Deliqu… delikeess… That one. Gahl, I can’t even pronounce it. Not like it matters.” Kenshiro chose Garrote as the silver energy left the core of the adze and raced into him. The energy entered his chest flowing into his core.

Walking over to the next adze he activated skill eater again.

Select a skill to consume:

Skill: Chitin-Scales

Attribute: CON

Type: Passive

Requirements: none

Description: Gain the protection of an exoskeleton. -2 Damage from slashing and magic damage.

Skill: Garrote*

Attribute: LUC

Type: Passive

Requirements: Piercing or Slashing damage.

Description: Whenever you inflict a moderate wound with a piercing or slashing attack get a 50% chance of inflicting a Bleeding debuff.

*You already have the ability ‘Garrote’ selecting it will result in conversion to EXP.

“I have no idea how to even feel about Chitin-Scales. Do I like actually grow scales? Or is it like devour. Either way, being able to see in the dark and heal is too valuable.”

Ken dug through the body of the bug and found the core after rifling through it with Devour. Kenshiro pocketed the core in his jeans pocket and moved over to the giant mess the adze had been hovering over.

Ken's breath caught as he studied the creature before him. He let out a low whistle. Whatever this thing was, it hadn’t been killed by the bug-like creatures that had attacked him earlier. The corpse was horrifying — goat-like horns, six human-like arms, hooved feet reminiscent of a horse, and two torn bird-like wings. It was large, easily the size of an elk, but it had been savagely ripped apart, its body a mess of shredded ligaments and torn flesh.

He muttered under his breath, “No way those bugs did this.” Even without being a tracker, Ken could tell the damage wasn’t caused by sharp beaks or mandibles. This thing had been mauled by something far more dangerous.

Kenshiro mentally triggered Identify, waiting for the details to flash before his eyes.

Creature: Bukovac - Shifter

Rank: 2

Description: A dead bukovac. A six-legged water demon with horns, often found in the marshy areas of forests, known for its loud bellow and aggressive nature

Loot: none

Ken stared at the lifeless creature. Rank 2. His stomach tightened. He had barely survived against two rank 1 creatures, and even that had required some incredible luck and his dagger landing just right. He had fought for his life in the temple, wrestling with a rank 1 creature, and even then, it had almost killed him. “But this….” Ken mumbled to himself aghast at the gruesome scene.

There was something out here. Something strong enough to rip a rank 2 creature into pieces. He wasn’t sure if he was more relieved that he hadn’t run into it or more terrified that it was still lurking nearby.

Ken’s heart pounded. He scanned the treeline, half-expecting the predator to leap out of the shadows. Even with his full HP and SP, he felt vulnerable, exposed. “Nope, I’m out,” he muttered, backing away. “Let’s go, Sombra.” His shadow wolf growled in acknowledgment, staying close to his side as Ken began jogging back toward the river.

The river’s babble was a welcome sound, but Ken’s pace didn’t slow. He kept his focus on the path ahead, trying to push aside the lingering dread. He spoke idly to Sombra as they moved, half to calm himself, half out of habit.

“If we make it to the city, what do you think we are going to find there? Assuming we don’t just die a horrible death here alone in the woods? I’m guessing solid fantasy book vibes. Dragons and dungeons kinda feel, and food. I’m hungry as a horse.”

Ken hadn’t seen the smoke since that morning, and a new worry started gnawing at him. Had he gotten turned around? He had followed the river the entire way, winding through the forest, and while it had been a steady downhill, he wasn’t sure if he was still heading in the right direction.

The forest around him began to change, too. The trees shifted, the foliage growing denser, and the air felt heavier. He passed a particularly twisted bush, identifying it as a ‘Heathen mulberry bush.’ He liked mulberries, but there was no way he was eating something called a heathen mulberry.

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Hours passed, and his idle conversations with Sombra died off. His stamina was dangerously low. The sun had started its descent, casting long shadows across the path. His SP hovered just above empty, forcing him to stop frequently to recover. He was beyond exhausted, his hoodie long since torn from the undergrowth, and his body was scraped up from the rough terrain. Still, he pushed on, driven by the faint hope of reaching civilization.

Ken rifled through his bag, looking for anything to replenish his stamina. His gaze fell on the last piece of metal he had—a copper cup he’d been using to drink from the river. With a reluctant sigh, he activated his Devour skill and consumed it, his SP ticking back up just enough to keep him moving. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do. While Devour allowed him to restore SP and HP, there was just something about imbibing actual food. Maybe it was a mental thing, but he didn’t know. The other thing that was starting to bother him, was for some reason or another he hadn’t pooped since he left the temple. Was that also due to his Devour skill?

He marched on, deeper into the forest. Strange creatures scurried in the underbrush, and once or twice, he spotted odd heat waves shimmering in the distance. He avoided these areas, trusting his instincts. Somra remained close, alerting him to dangers as they attempted to navigate the riverbank, moving ever downhill and downstream.

Trying to entertain himself a bit, Kenshiro opened his character sheet as he walked. He was curious about the Level up error, and wanted to use his attribute point, which he added into intelligence.

Character Name

Kenshiro Perez

Race

Outrworlder

Rank

1

Class

Skill Eater

Profession

None

Title

Conduit of Souls - Tara's Chosen

Level

2

Recovery Rate

HP

43

44

2.1

Day

MP

20

20

2

MIN

SP

4

20

1

HR

Experience Points

1783

1000

Free Attribute Points

1

Attributes

Level

Modifier

SLOTS

Vital

STR

12

1

2

CON

20

2

Grace

SPR

5

1

1

DEX

13

1

Insight

INT

13

1

2

WIL

12

1

Karma

LUC

10

1

2

FAT

21

2

Class Skills

Description

Skill Eater

Absorb the skills of defeated/willing creatures. Discarded skills converted to EXP.

Blessings

Rank

Description

Identify (Uncommon) (Outworlder)

1

Assess creatures, objects, and situations; grants basic info based on target’s complexity.

Fellowship (Uncommon) (Outworlder)

1

Allows the user to Speak, Understand, and Read the languages of Nowhere.

Conduit of Souls (Unique)

1

Allows Basic blessings of a divine being to assist you, costs 10% of all EXP gained.

Slots

Modifier

attribute

Skill

2

1

STR

Diresight

2

CON

Devour

1

1

SPR

Obsequity

1

DEX

2

1

INT

Sombra

1

WIL

2

1

LUC

Garrote

2

FAT

“Huh, I wonder how I got another Insight Slot?” Kenshiro mused, not having the brain power to actually process the question.

Hours passed, and Ken’s exhaustion deepened. He hadn’t seen the smoke all day. He sat heavily on a large rock, his SP dangerously low again. Kenshiro trudged on, each step slightly harder than the last. It wasn’t as difficult going anymore, the route of following the river had made things a bit easier. Yet, he had been going non-stop for nearly two days and he was spent.

As twilight settled over the forest, a familiar pit of anxiety opened in his stomach. Another night spent in the wilderness.

He glanced up, and his heart skipped a beat. In the distance, beyond the treetops, he thought he saw a faint trail of smoke. “Sombra… I think we’re close… we’ve got to be.” The wolf raised her head, sniffing the air. Ken forced himself to stand, hope pushing through the fatigue. He moved toward the smoke, his steps shaky but determined.

“When we get there, Sombra,” Ken muttered, his voice thick with exhaustion, “do you think they’ll have, like, a steak? Or pancakes? Hell, I’d kill for a burger right now. Three beers—no, four. I’d fight another adze for a steak and some fries.”

“Speaking of eating, what do you think of the thing the adze were eating?”

“Like, do you… Oh Sombra, I’m an idiot, I didn’t even check for a core! You imagine the kind of skill that thing could have given me?! Gah!” Kenshiro wiped the sweat off of his face.

He was so tired.

“Next time I gotta search til I find it. Then, maybe I’ll get a skill that can make it so I can fly or something. That thing had wings…”

His delirious rambling was cut short as a figure emerged from the bushes ahead. Ken froze. The creature—an elephantine-skinned dru’ven—raised a bow, arrow trained directly on him. A deep, feminine voice, laced with an accent Ken couldn’t quite place, called out, “Would you fight me for that steak, lad? Because you’re not getting any of ours.”

Ken’s blood ran cold. His hand instinctively moved toward the dagger in his hoodie pocket, but the dru’ven woman’s eyes narrowed. “Ah-ah,” she said with a smirk. “No reaching, or this arrow goes straight through your face.”