[System Message]
This is the Updated Character Sheet for Sapient [Kien Noble].
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Name: Kien Noble
Level 1
Race: Lower Human
-Rank One Sapient
Health:(100/100)
Mana:(0/0)
Primary Class: [Squire Prodigy]
Secondary Class: Empty
Trinary Class: Empty
Body Status:
Strength:1.1
Agility:1
Regeneration:1
Endurance:1.2
Durability:1
Mind Status:
Wisdom:1
Intellect:1.6
Memory:1
Perception:1
Intuition:1.2
Soul Stats:
Willpower:1.5
Mana:1
Luck:2
Titles:N/A
Achievements:[Homebase]
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The cheers of the residents of Mulberry Avenue after three days of grueling work reached the sky. Soon, there was a campfire and passing of marshmallows among us like treasure. We ate them. I will always remember this night as one of my favorite memories.
Soon, Mr. Jones pulled out a Guitar and started to play. I couldn't remember what songs were played, but we danced, and I nearly fell on my face a few times. Mr. Welton soon joined him playing on a polished Fiddle, and like a stick of butter in the hot sun the night melted together.
That was until the kids were dragged off to bed, and it was just me and the burgeoning leaders of this small group surrounding the campfire. The cheery atmosphere blew away in the summer night, and a grim feeling reached out latching onto those present. We all knew that tomorrow could be our last day alive; the scouting party knew how dangerous the Goblins were. They had seen them dragging people off when strength and brutality were helpless to help without getting slaughtered.
Mr. Johnson spoke up his tone grim yet steady.
"What did you all get from the Quest?" He asked the group. Mr. Brown spoke up, he had a faint smile flickering on his face.
"I got a Skill [Material Sense] it's not a combat skill but it should be useful if I make it out of tomorrow, how about you Johnson," he said
"Call me Fred" Mr. Johnson responded.
"Only if you call me Martin," Mr Brown responded, smiling at his fellow scout.
" Alright Martin it's a deal and I got a rare class Upgrade it's now called [Scout Captain] I didn't get any Combat Skills though just [Scouts Leadership] and [Scouts Camouflage]" he said smiling though he sounded dismayed that he didn't have a combat skill, which kinda made sense considering there wasn't much to be had in combat. The next person who spoke up was Mrs. Gonzalez, who could finally take a break from her patients.
"I also got a Class Upgrade, it's now [Experienced Apothecary] a Rare Class, I got a new Skill [Basic Potioneering] it allows me to craft crude potions out of magical plants, like the potions we gave Kien but better," she said in her typical fashion that's to say serious and a hint of from Monotone with an accent so slight like a whisper in the wind. The person who spoke up next was Mr. Smith who looked almost perfectly healed.
"I just got a Skill level for [Foreman's Imbuement], and I'm getting completely healed," he said excitedly,, no doubt happy from the recovery more than anything. I chose that moment to speak up.
"I got a class Upgrade to [Squire-Prodigy] and another combat skill [Weapons Training] that boosts the speed I learn weapons I learn from a more skilled instructor," I said.
"Could have used that this morning, you know w," the Old Man said, id, smiling at, me, though I could see a flicker of pity in his eyes.
"The Rich get Richer," Mr. Johnson responded, shaking his head.
"How about you, Mr. Welton? What did you get from the Quest? Welton smiled, gave a light chuckle, and began to speak.
"I got a racial upgrade from [Low Human] to [Low Human Nobility] and a Title [Chief of Welton Manor]; I can assign jobs to different people and expand territory." We all chucked at the idea of the Old Man being a Lord.
"Should we give you one of the Powdery Wigs Milord" Mr. Brown Joked.
"No, no, he needs one of those Viking helmets with the Horns," Mr. Johnson interjects,d, laughing while mimicking the horns with his fingers.
"Eh, Fuck you all. I'm your Lord and Chief," The Old Man said while puffing his chest and trying not to laugh. There was a wave of laughter around the Fire.
It took several minutes for the group to stop laughing and all. Eventually, we calmed down, and eventually, the Old Man went on to explain what roles he could grant and how they manifested in [Titles]. He ended up granting Mr Johnson the title [Guard Captain], Mrs. Gonzalez got [Settlement Healer], and I also got a title two technically.
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Your Group leader has offered you the Title [Champion] this title comes with a 5% physical stat boost when your Settlement is under threat of Destruction.
Accept Title: [Y/N]
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Your Group leader has offered you the Title [Heir]. As you are not related to [John Welton], you will not go through a Race Evolution. As Heir, you will inherit the title of [Chief of Welton Manor] on [John Welton]'s passing.
Accept Title:[Y/N]
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"You want to make me your Heir, shouldn't Mr. Johnson get that position?" I asked the Old Man.
"You might have a point, but you're putting your life on the line, and I want you to have the Manor should I somehow die tomorrow and you live,e," he said firmly, and when no one contested it, I decided to accept it. I Pressed yes on both windows.
As the fire dwindled, we dispersed, and some of the scouting party stood watch. Meanwhile, I went into my room, sharpened my knives, polished my Baseball bat, and began to sow the final holes in the [Flameborn Jacket]. This time, My skill guided me more through the stitches, and finally, I finished the inner lining of the Jacket.
I Hung it up, and as I cascaded down into the soft sheets of my bed, slightly stronger, more skilled, and now [Squire-Prodigy]. Champion to the People of [Welton's Manor]. Anxiety burned a sickly flame in my chest as I tried to go to sleep.
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I awoke with a start, my dreams filled with fire, goblins, and the face of a Skeleton draped in cloth bearing a Staff. Sitting up, I rubbed sleep out, my eyes stretched, and began dressing myself, a thick pair of blue jeans, a thick sweater,r, and the fixed [Flameborn Jacket]. I slotted Knives into as many areas as safely possible and slid the Sliver watch into a pocket on the inside of the jacket. I grabbed my [Louisville Slugger (Copy)], and the [Champion of Welton Manor] was ready.
As I exited the room I saw I was ahead of Mrs. Johnson by a few paces. She smiled at me holding her toddler Jack on her hip.
"I was about to wake you up, anxious?" She asked.
"A little bit," I responded before turning down the stairs and making my way down to the first floor, now mostly cleared of Patients. Moving on to the yard I saw the dining tent and around them where the Scouting Party stood. I heard the voice of Mr. Johnson over the group.
"We over the course of these last days have worked to defend what we could since this chaos wiped out the work of us and our ancestors, Invaders from another world now sit at our door taking our neighbor's love and all we hold dear and we will not fall and should the worst happen WE WILL NOT GO QUIETLY WE WILL GO OUT IN A BLAZE OF FLAME SO BRIGHT ALL OF OUR ENEMIES WILL BE SCORCHED IN IT RADIANCE!" he bellowed to the Group the Scouting Party raised their Spears.
"HOO RAH, HOO RAH!" they bellowed back at the [Scout Captain] who began passing out plates of food all calorie and protein intensive. Eventually, as I walked up to the tent, grabbed my plate of food, and dug into the food, Mr Johnson began to speak again.
"Alright, here's the game plan, our Champion Kien Noble has a combat skill and class. He knows exactly where his allies and enemies are. He will engage a goblin warrior while we support him. Luckily, the cocky bastards split up into individuals, so we can have the numeric advantage while still defending the Manor." As he finished speaking a notification came into view.
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[Quest Activated]
An invading Faction [Tribe of the Blood Guzzlers], a Rank One Vassal Faction, has declared war against your Settlement [Welton's Manor]. If you slay their Leader and Champion they will be forcefully teleported to their homeland. However, if your Leader and Champion are slain, your settlement will be disbanded,d, and all former members will be trackable for 72 hours.
You are the Champion, Buff-activated
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It didn't end up changing much, though. It was nice to know we didn't have to track down any stragglers, and we had more incentive to fight. After breakfast, we all received a potion from Mrs. Gonzalez. Then, it became a matter of heartfelt goodbyes for those of us going out. We had to guarantee that we would never see the walls of Welton's Manor.
"Hey, Kiddo, you know it's not too late to stay, you know that t, right?" The Old Man asked me as he hugged me.
"We're dealing with a severely more powerful and unmerciful foe; we have to play it risky; only they have the luxury of caution," I said to him. He nodded; he knew, but the grandfatherly figure didn't want me to be in danger.
Finally, in the late morning, the Scouting Party left the Manor and began to move in the direction where the first [Goblin Warrior] was searching. It was alone and hopefully vulnerable.
It was my first time truly out and about since the integration, and it truly felt bleak. Each house was toppled, charcoal and brick, skirting all that was left, cars left abandoned and scattered. It was a surreal sight walking in the center of the road.
Mr. Johnson raised his hand signaling us to stop as a green flag shot out from a nearby ruins of a house. The agreed-upon sign of a goblin approaching. I moved into the center as the group scattered I tightened my grip on the baseball bat.
I saw it, round 5 foot even, its nose bulbous and eyes beady, giving it a hideous mirror-cracking appearance. Its arms and upper torso were gaunt before a protruding stomach and squat legs. In its grip, it had clutched a crude club studded with bronze. I cupped my hands together and my voice boomed across the street.
"Hey, you ugly ass bastard, you are so ugly I bet you are your own Grandpa," the goblins head snapped towards me, and it smiled. Crude-chipped things arranged them selves into horrible facsimile of a smile it's teeth where stained a deep maroon. No question on why they where called the blood guzzlers. It stepped forward with terrifying speed.
I barely had enough time to dodge as [Knights Intuition] from the timepiece screamed at me to dodge. I tilted myself dodging it's swung entirely. I swung my bat downwards in retaliation smacking at exposed head. However the Goblin easily dodged my strike. I quickly stepped back barely dodging the goblins strike.
The Scouting Party formed a circle around me leveling their Spears as the moved in closer. Keeping its attention I struck outwards with the slugger followed by a knife I had fetched from my left jacket pocket. As the bat caused it to dodge it, a spear from the scouting party caused it to have to dodge taking my knife to the shoulder. I quickly stepped back letting go of the knife.
It screamed, it's voice just as horrendous as it's appearance. Its black beady eyes locked on to me brimming with hatred.
"Rak ik nasht, Cc champion human" it said as lunged at me with reckless abandoned I swung my baseball bat as Hard as I could... As it's club came at me a smile of pure malicious smile on its face