The Land: Founding (Chaos Seeds Book 1) by Aleron Kong Read Free Book Online Page A

level, 93% affinity
              
Swordsmanship Lvl 8, 56% to next level, 81% affinity
              
Light Armor Lvl 4, 64% to next to next level, 65% affinity
Marks:
              
None
    Resistances:
                  
Life 10%
                  
Earth 10%
                  
Light 10%
Race: Wood Sprite
Reputation: Lvl 1 “Who are you again?”
Alignment: +2
Language: Sprite, Common Tongue
     
    Interesting. Now that they were
Companions, Richter could see Sion’s status page. He wasn’t sure what else
being Companions meant, but he was sure the information would reveal itself in
time. Most of the skills seemed self-explanatory. He had received the Light
Armor skill himself after he had donned the wood sprite armor. Richter was
extremely interested in the Imbue Arrow skill whatever that was. Focusing upon
the skill brought up no further information. Resolving to ask the sprite about
it later, Richter continued on.
    They walked through the forest as the
sun moved across the sky. When it began to approach the horizon, Sion stopped,
examining an old spoor on the ground. Making eye contact briefly, he motioned
and then led Richter deeper into the forest, leaving the river for the first
time. After moving for only ten minutes they heard snuffling and growling
noises up ahead. Slowly making their way through the trees, they climbed a hill
and discovered what looked like a small cave opening. In front of it were three
wolves. The largest was sleeping while the other two fought over a bone with a
few scraps of meat upon it.
    You have found: New Cave.
    Reacting to some unknown stimulus,
the larger wolf looked up and stared in their direction. Richter froze, his
heart beating wildly as he prepared to fight, but the wolf simply continued to
scan the woods before laying its head back down. The concealment properties of
his new armor seemed to be coming in handy.
    Congratulations! You have learned the
skill: Stealth. Use your surroundings to avoid detection.  Attacks made
while stealthed cause extra damage.
     Huh, Richter had been wondering
when this skill would show up.  Back to business though, the prompt had
said it was a ‘New’ cave.  In the game, dungeons had been divided by the
age.  New dungeons were less than a year old.  The progression was
New, Young, Seasoned, Mature, Timeworn, Ancient and Primordial.  After
Young, each stage was ten times as old: a year, ten years, a hundred years and
so on.  The age was how long the creatures had been there.  It was
usually a marker of the difficulty and loot that could be gained.  It wasn’t
exact though.  A new cave inhabited by a grand lich would be more
difficult than a seasoned cave filled with rats.
    Sion motioned for Richter to shoot
one of the smaller wolves while he drew an arrow and aimed at the larger one.
The arrow seemed to develop a blue aura and vibrated perceptibly, almost as if
it wanted to shoot off the string of its own accord. Nocking his own arrow,
Richter took aim at the closer of the two wolves. Easing his breathing he
waited for Sion, releasing his arrow only a moment after the sprite. The arrow
streaked towards his target hitting it broadside. It collapsed to the ground.
Hearing a faint boom he looked for the larger wolf, but saw only a red mist
hanging in the air. Turning quickly back, he saw the uninjured wolf darting
towards him. Richter dropped his bow, and drew his dagger just as it jumped
towards him. Shoving his left bracer crossways into its mouth, he stabbed his
blade towards the wolf’s stomach. It sank its teeth into the bracer, closing
its jaws with bruising force, but was unable to penetrate the armor.
    Richter’s dagger sunk into the wolf’s
underside. He withdrew his blade and stabbed once, twice, three more times
before it stopped trying to bite into him and fell to the side. As he pried the
dead wolf off of his arm, he saw Sion approach the first wolf