《Goblin Progenitor》5. Round one - Fight!
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The two beasts clashed against each other tearing at each other, each move could spell victory or death for them both, as lightning struck across the skies they slammed into each other, claws tearing flesh and teeth biting.
Meanwhile somewhere entirely different, back inside the cave Jon resurrected inside, at the exact same time. Jon was holding back the goblin baby with his free hand by pushing its face just out of reach of its prize.
"Hiss Food gob!" [Goblin Baby]
("No! Gob you!!") [Jon]
Jon said tiredly to himself, he had been holding this goblin monstrosity at arms length now for a short while pushing his palm into its face, much like a big brother would do against a little brother. After the first few tense seconds of it crawling towards him and then trying to climb up to where he was, he blocked it by putting his hand out. And what happened amazed him.
[BloodLine Detected! Would you like to access Progenitor Options?]
("what?.. umh ? yes?.. ow! stop trying to scratch me you varmit!") Jon tried to keep the goblin critter busy pushing at it while he examined the Menu as it widened out and showed up declaring a Bloodline was detected?. Did it mean family bloodline? he looked at the hissing flailing goblin baby he was holding at bay and surmised it must be a family member.
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[Progenitor Access!]
Race : Goblin (100%)
Name : Hruk
Sex : Male
Age : 0 (Today is Hruks Birthday!)
Status : Half-Brother
Father : Xarn - The Terror of the farmsteads - Goblin (Dark Elf 25% / Goblin 75%)
Mother : Emily - Human (100%)
Stats : -Open-
Traits/Abilities : -Open-
Titles :
[Progenitor Access : No Abilities/Traits available!]
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("Wait i can see this goblins stats?, Hruk huh?... but who named him - he was just born... did the system name him? because his mother sure as hell did not - she is barely conscious.")
Jon looked over at what he presumed was Emilia - she was out cold. and now her problem of having to deal with Hruk has transferred over to him. He looked further down the list.
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("Half Brother. So we share the same father. Xarn... and he has a title too?.. whoa.. He is part dark elf!!.. Wait am i part dark elf too??.. Wait no..") Jon suddenly remember as he looked at Hruks Race
("why is Hruk 100% Goblin if his father was part dark elf?..... is the goblin genome stronger and removes non goblin traits the further away it gets from its original parentage always arriving at goblin?.. but wait no that cannot be right. Why is Hruk not Part human?.... Ow!")
Jon adjusted his hand as Hruk managed to scratch him on one of his fingers, and almost managed to move close enough to his mother to scratch her. He was still in a precarious situation if she woke up and noticed that her puppies had been salivated on and manhandled (goblinhandled) by Jon, he expected great amounts of pain. Why had she not already awoken ? Hruk was making more than enough noise, and he was sure she had been struck at least once by those tiny claws - he could not tell properly from his vantage point as he was still held in place by her tight grip.
("lets try this..") Jon focused on his mother, and the menu opened up showing a new list, which made Jon slowly open his mouth agape.
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[Progenitor Access!]
Race : High Elf (100%)
Class : Wind Mage [Level 12] *New Class
Name : Mercia Suntree - Guardian of the world tree, 11th Princess of the Elven Suntree Nobility, Savior of Ventril Treegrove - Goblin Destroyer - The Terror of goblins - Killer of Firk the Goblin King. Mother to the Goblin Progenitor
Sex : Female
Age : 150
Status : Mother
Father : Rondian Suntree - Guardian of the world tree, High King of the Elven Suntree Nobility -List Truncated- (High Elf 100%)
Mother : Xensalia Goldenbranch - 4th Concubine of the Elven Suntree Nobility, Highmage of Suntree, Creator of the Worldtree Aura Rune Network -List Truncated- (High Elf 100%)
Stats : -Open-
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Traits/Abilities : -Open- (New Abilities and Traits detected!)
Titles : -Open-
Active spells Detected! : Light Regeneration [Level 1], Stasis [Level 2], Mana Lock Curse[Level 2], Paralysis [Level 2]
Active Spell casting Detected!: Magic Beacon [Level 5] (Magic runes in process 91% and building)
[Progenitor Access : Abilities/Traits Available! Would you like to open options?]
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Jon began to shake, tears would start to form in his eyes, a whimpering sound came from him, as his world slowly came tumbling down around him.
("Pp.Pp.Princess??.. High King?!...Highmage?!.. I am so dead!. Goblin Destroyer!?. oh no! no no no! Ow! Stop it Hruk! can you not understand i am doing this for your sake too!!")
Hruk managed to latched onto Jons hand with his claws when he was distracted, causing him to retract his hand slightly and he lost his grip on him. Hruk immidiately tried to climb up his mother, his claws making contact with his mothers skin, but instead of drawing blood a slight bluish hue appeared where his claws snagged on. Jon quickly smacked Hruk in the face sending him back down on the ground. He looked at the weird blue glow along his mothers skin that faded away.
("..That must be that stasis spell?..and regeneration ? she does look a lot better... if not for all this grime and filth on her all the cuts and wounds she had were gone. and she was even looking proper nourished too... that explains how i could... gain so much mass..goblin metabolism must be extremely efficient.. Did she put herself into stasis to protect herself from further assault?")
[Magic Beacon (Level 5): Magic Rune in process 92% and building]
("wait what?...Beacon?..she is casting a spell right now?.. its a much higher level than the others... she must have been casting all these spells during the night in her sleep??... why did she not do this from the beginning. Oh she has a mana lock curse?.. but how is she casting spells? even i know with my knowledge of fantasy that you need mana... Open stats ?")
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[Stats Menu]
Name : Mercia Suntree
[STR] : 90
[AGI] : 160
[STA] : 80
[WIS] : 220
[INT] : 350
[LUK] : 20
[Health] : 920 / 920 - [Paralyses effect]
[Mana] : 1..0..1..0..1...0 / 1850 - [Mana Lock Curse] - [Elven Soul Link]
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("...she is gaining 1 mana and instantly using it?..Elven soul Link?.. waaait... Open Menu ")
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[Progenitor Menu Access!]
Race : Goblin Progenitor (100% ★)
Class : New Class is Available!
Name : Lurk - Goblin Progenitor
Sex : Male
Age : 0
Status : Son
Father : Xarn - The Terror of the farmsteads - Goblin (Dark Elf 25% / Goblin 75%)
Mother : Mercia Suntree - (High Elf 100%)
Stats :
[STR] : 1
[AGI] : 3
[STA] : 2
[WIS] : 10
[INT] : 15
[LUK] : 30
Health : 10/10
Mana : 0...1...0... / 315 - [Elven Soul Link]
Abilities : (New Abilities detected!)
[Speech : Goblin]
[Speech : Elf]
[Brawling] *New!
[Dagger] *New!
[Bow] *New!
[Stealth] *New!
[Survival] *New!
[Dodge] *New!
[Wind Magic] *New!
[Earth Magic] *New!
[Holy Magic] *New!
Traits : (New Traits detected!)
[Elven Soul]
[Goblin Soul]
[Slightly Evil]
[Night Vision]
[Heighten Senses] *New!
[Mana Sensitive] *New!
[Mana Aura] *New!
Titles : Goblin Progenitor - Reincarnator
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...
("....this is a lot to take in... huu.. i do not even know where to start... Ok. Ok Jon..or...Lurk..Calm down.. I will have a talk with you Menu about that name later! but for now!..... She is connected to me via Elven Soul Link... So.. She is using my mana through the soul link, to cast a spell called Magic Beacon..... What is gonna happen once she finishes casting it??..... Uhm.. Open Magic Beacon?")
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[Magic Beacon]
Target : One Person whom physical contact has been established with prior.
Cost : Depends on distance
A Holy Spell created by the Highmage Xensalia Goldenbranch, once this spell is cast the person targeted knows with pinpoint accuracy the location of the target - Is used mostly for Teleportation and Communication spells to lock onto.
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("....Family is gonna come visit.")
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