James knew he was at the end of his rope. Leaning back on the poorly padded wooden chair he stretched his arms over his head and let out a long yawn. He had finished the last skill, [Basic Hand Combat], shortly after midnight and spent a moment to think back on what felt like the longest day he’d had in a while.

I don’t think I even studied that hard finals week. He thought as he checked the time on his phone. I usually would have spent nearly half that time anxiously watching YouTube or browsing memes. Gathering the books around him he found he had a rare natural smile on his face as he walked out of the study room he had been working in for the last 6 hours.

After returning his books to the shelves he got them from, he decided to pick up a few different books he wanted to study. The merit badge booklets worked so well that he found himself taking another 5 from the shelves. First aid, archery, physical fitness, cooking, and fishing. He figured if he needed more he could come back later. He also decided to hang onto the mining book as well as the swordsmanship book and grab two more books. One was a tough short book with a colorful printed cover titled “Masonry 101 - Simplified Masonry for a Simple Man” the other was a much larger paperback book titled “Practical Blacksmithing: An Ancient Craft in a Modern Setting (Vol. 1-4)”. He had an image in his head he couldn’t shake.

A small fortress made of pale grey stones and rough hewn lumber stood in a large clearing of blue firs and other ancient evergreens. Three walls, 44 feet long each, surrounded a courtyard of flagstone and raised wooden walkways that ran along the inside of the walls to give defenders a place to stand while fighting. The walkways were 6 feet off the ground and the walls were another 4 feet taller than them. The fourth wall was a stout stone building that took up perhaps a fifth of the total area of the fort. Rectangular and two stories tall with battlements along the outer roof edges and arrow slits along the second floor, the building wasn’t grand or imposing but it was sturdy. The walls had one stone and iron gate that led into the courtyard where, besides a small well, the only structure was a wooden set of horse stalls along the far side of the courtyard away from the gate. 20 feet outside the walls on the side away from the building was a simple wooden bunkhouse that served as a barracks. To some, this fort may not seem to be much, but James knew it was an ideal position to defend a small village or town. With a posted guard of 15 to 20, the structure could easily repel 4 or 5 times as many attackers while keeping maybe as many as 120 civilians safe within its walls during an attack.

Shaking himself out of the daydream, James still saw the structure taking shape in his head as he walked through the racks of books. Perhaps it was the dream he had last night, but for whatever reason with the skills he was learning he was beginning to imagine he could build something that once had been beyond his wildest dreams.

It was a strange feeling but James could feel the knowledge the skills had put in his head. He had never planed a piece of lumber in his life, but he knew exactly what to do if he encountered a burl or a stubborn knot while doing so. He could nearly feel the wood being shaped beneath his hands to form a basic truss for a roof or a dovetail joint for the corner of a chest. He even somehow had knowledge and understanding that wasn’t in the book he had read. He would need to get hands on real tools and wood to really understand the extent of what he knew.

Lost in thought, James nearly stepped over the young woman in the isle. Taken aback, he reeled and almost lost his balance with his hands full of the books he had collected. Balancing himself, he quickly put the books down and knelt to check on the woman.

“You ok miss?” He spoke gently while kneeling by her side. She had fallen face first and it looked like she had hit her head on a shelf on the way down. She had long blonde hair that covered her face and it appeared she had cut her head due to the small mat of red in her hair. Seeing this James became worried and reached out to shake her awake. When gentle shaking and eventually rough shaking didn’t rouse her he worried about a concussion or if she was even alive.

At this point she shouted out in the empty library “Someone help! Someone’s hurt over here!” Before he called 911 he tried to turn her over, gently cradling her neck in case she had fractured her neck when she fell. As he turned her over he let out an involuntary gasp.

This woman was beautiful. No more than that, she put the word beautiful to shame. Sharp angular features on an almost child-like face that was completely without flaw or blemish. She looked like a Swedish supermodel had a child with something otherworldly. Her skin almost seemed to glow under the low light in the library as her blonde hair tumbled down her shoulders like a flowing river of silver. It was that tumbling hair that brought his attention to the strangest part of all. She had long pointed ears. They were maybe 6 inches long and even still were beautiful and graceful, but to James they were what tipped the scales from beautiful to otherworldly.

“I think she’s an elf.” James said to no one in particular. All the panic of a moment ago was lost to the strangeness of the woman laying asleep in front of him. She appeared to be dressed normal enough in a My Chemical Romance t-shirt and blue denim jeans. But his eyes couldn’t stay off her elongated ears.

Backing up while still on his knees he tried to process what was in front of him. “Ok so I can practice magic and control steam, it's not so crazy to imagine that there are elves right?” Looking around for the first time, he realized that his shout hadn’t brought anyone to the injured girl.

Hesitantly, he got to his feet and walked over towards the main desk. As he got close he saw a stranger sight still. Laying on the ground in front of the desk surrounded by spilled books was a stocky bearded woman who appeared to be falling out of her clothes. Rubbing his eyes, he took a closer look while avoiding looking at the blocky butt that had slipped out of now too large pants.

“That’s a dwarf.” He nearly shouted. “Like a dwarf, dwarf!” This time he did shout.

Questioning everything, he cautiously approached the woman and tried to rouse her. She was equally unwakeable. But from this new position near the floor he could now see out the large plane of glass behind the main desk. What he saw made his blood run cold.

Standing, he approached the glass for a better view. He must have stood there for the better part of ten minutes before he really processed what he was seeing. The moon was on fire. Or more accurately, the dark disk in the sky where the moon should have been was on fire. Long strands of red fire moved about the night sky around the black hole in the sky.

“Ok, that’s not good.” He stated with little inflection.

“Ok, ok, ok. Magic, elves, dwarves, burning sky, and unconscious people.”

On that last note, his eyes flashed towards the bodies laying on the ground outside the window. One looked to be a normal college aged guy passed out on the ground, the other was a naked giant that had to be taller than 20 feet with fire red hair laying over a crushed car.

“Ok. Deep breath. Deep in.” He inhaled “Slow out.” He pursed his lips and slowly blew all the air out of his lungs. When he was completely empty he reared his arm back and slapped himself as hard as he could in the face.

*Crack*

“Oww, ouch, ok. It’s real or I’m well and truly nuts. Either way I’m going to pretend it's real for now and…”

He didn’t know what to do. The world was quiet around him but it was so wrong.

“Think, think, think.” He mumbled to himself. “Ok when I became a [Dream Weaver] I was knocked out on the ground for a whole night. If I’m right it was just over twelve hours I slept. Does that mean they will be asleep for 12 hours or will it be less? When did they fall asleep? Ok I can’t answer those questions. What can I do right now? I need food, water, shelter, clothes, and...”

His frenzied talking was interrupted but a heavy thud behind him. After making a rather unmanly noise he turned to see what had made the sound. Laying on the desk behind him was a black and green spider totally unlike anything he had ever seen before. It appeared to be a shock green color with fangs that dripped some green liquid as it lay upside down on the desk. It’s eight legs were curled up above it and each was a pearly white. Oh, and it was the size of a bowling ball.

“Ok, yup, makes sense. Let’s add a weapon and maybe some armor to that list.”

Shaking like a leaf, James put himself into autopilot as he began collecting his things from the study room he had been in. After grabbing his gym bag he returned to where he had left the books and put them into the bag along with his clothes. Thinking about the fangs on that spider, he made a detour towards the scout books he had seen and picked up a leather working booklet as he left the library.

The walkways and street near the library were deathly quiet as James slowly walked off campus. There were several wrecks on the road but it appeared the streets had been pretty empty when whatever happened had happened. The thing he couldn’t keep his eyes off of was the bodies. Or maybe he should think of them as people. But either way, there weren’t a ton of them but only maybe 10% of them were still human. Walking by while avoiding getting too close, he could see most of the species he would have expected to see in a fantasy setting scattered haphazardly around the silent streets. He saw orcs, goblins, elves, dwarves, trolls, a single gnome, a dead centaur crushed in the too small car he was trapped in, strangely three gnolls sitting together on a park bench, a lizard man, a very dry looking mermaid, a and something like a human sized bipedal dragon with large reptilian wings folded behind his back, more orcs, more elves, and the occasional terrifying giant.

He stopped into a gas station manned by one of the rare unconscious humans and filled up his gym bag with protein bars and beef jerky before stuffing two large liter bottles of water into his now too full bag. There was an unconscious orc in the isle and a rat the size of a dog on the counter by the still spinning hotdogs.

Where is safe? He wondered as he walked back towards the road. This town won't be safe when they wake up. He knew this for a fact. Somehow there was no doubting it. I need to get out of town, and soon. He thought as he walked past the pump. An idea struck him as he stepped over the dwarf who had been pumping gas into his old black F150 pickup.

“Oh man, I hope I’m not wrong and I get chased down by the police tomorrow.” He said as he fished the keys out of the guys pockets. Standing back up with the keys in hand, he couldn’t help but laugh at the mental image of an orc in police uniform putting cuffs on him. “No, it's going to be chaos.” He said while looking up the street at the naked giant laying across two lanes.

He got into the cab of the truck and put his bag on the passenger seat. He reached over and opened the passenger door before throwing handfuls of trash and old food out the door. The last thing to go was a can of dip and the corresponding cup of spit. At least he wasn’t a smoker. He thought as he turned the key in the ignition and heard the engine struggle to life. Well beggars can't be choosers. He thought, pulling the truck into the road.

“Ok how about that shopping list.”

“Hiking boots and socks, sleeping bag, tent, rain coat, camping stove and pots, flashlight, a heavy blanket, flint and steel and conventional lighter, water purifying tablets and water bladders, hatchet, utility knife, local map, backpack, and a good pair of jeans. Check.” He finished off the last of his shopping list just after 5 am at a sporting goods store near the northern edge of town. Putting on the jeans and boots, he packed the rest into the backpack along with several protein bars and bags of jerky.

Earlier he had already picked up a set of carpenter’s tools, mason’s tools, and leather working tools as well as a sturdy leather tool belt for each set. He had also picked up several boxes of nails and screws, heavy thread and needle, a heavy sledgehammer, a pickaxe, a spade, several bags of cement, a stone chisel, and a machete from the local hardware store. Afterwards he had swung by Walmart to pick up several large boxes of canned foods, cases of bottled water, and bulk bags of beans and rice.

Congratulations! You have met the requirements to take the [Thief] profession. Accept? [Y/N]

For the third time James dismissed the blinking green message. It wasn’t a matter of not wanting another profession or not thinking that [Thief] would be useful. It was more a matter of perception and morals. Also when would I get the chance to level the profession?

“I’m not a thief. I would have paid if I could.” He mumbled to himself as he finished packing the backpack and set it on the passenger seat.

He went through his list and tried to think if he had missed anything important. “I’m about as ready as I can be.” He said while spreading the map out on the dash in front of him. “I’ve never really explored the forests around here and I have no idea where it could be safe when shit hits the fan.” As he said this, he looked around the parking lot at the forms silently laying on the asphalt. He hadn’t seen any sign of movement so he assumed it would be safe for at least a little longer.

Looking back at the map, he made a decision and started the truck back up before making his way back onto the highway. He would head for the small quarry a couple miles north of town. If he remembered correctly there was only one easy way in or out of the quarry and there was a large pond in the center that would have a long term supply of fresh water. It was also near the forest and that may be way better or way worse. He had no way to know right now.

Driving along the abandoned highway was nerve racking. He kept looking at the wrecks that were off the road and usually wrapped around a tree or pole. It seemed not everyone was lucky enough to be in a safe place when the eclipse happened. Looking away from the wreck he passed, he was grateful that he hadn’t gotten a better look. Just from the moment he had sped passed it he had gotten an impression of blood and broken bodies smashed through the windshield.

Looking back to the road, he slammed on the breaks and swerved around the form in the middle of the road. Bringing the truck to a stop, he got out of the cab to inspect the creature in the middle of the road. It appeared to be a turtle the size of a VW Beetle. It’s size wasn’t even the strangest part of it. Where once it probably had a green bumpy shell, it appeared to now have a shell made up of gleaming bronze where the bumps had been replaced with large glowing red stones. When he got within 10 feet of the creature he had to stop or be roasted by the heat given off by the shell. It appeared that the glowing was a product, or maybe the cause, of the heat.

He wondered how the creature within the shell was able to withstand the heat. Magic? What is magic? Am I just ok with magic being a thing now? Looking up at the tongues of flame dancing through the night sky he couldn’t find any real argument against it.

Getting back into the car he struggled with the problem he kept having. If a small turtle can turn into a monster like that, how is anyone going to survive? What kind of monsters may be out there and how am I going to be able to protect myself from them? It was thoughts like these that kept James occupied the rest of the drive to the quarry.

Upon arriving James was happy to see that the quarry was exactly how he remembered it. Partially blocked from the road by a cluster of trees, the quarry had one road in and out. That road descended while wrapping around the inside of the large pit twice before it came to the large flat bottom of the quarry. The bottom of the quarry was the size of about 4 acres, or 3 football fields. One corner of the square pit was taken up by a deep looking pool of water while the rest appeared to be flat grayish/white stone.

By the looks of it, this quarry hadn’t been used for many years. There was enough of a soil buildup around the edges of the pit that grasses and a few shrubs had started to grow down below. There was also a chain link fence that surrounded the entirety of the pit on ground level, but time had done enough damage that there were several clear holes and tears in the barrier.

Driving up to the entrance, James saw that there had once been a chain stretched across the road, however, time had done its work on the chain as well and it now laid in the road in front of his truck. Putting the truck in park and stepping out of the cab, he went to the edge of the pit and looked in. What he saw nearly made him turn around and search for another place to hide.

“Here be dragons.” He reverently whispered.

That wasn’t quite fair as the creature at the bottom of the pit was not nearly grand enough to be a dragon. With only four legs and no apparent wings he really didn’t know what to call it. While it might not have been a proper dragon, it was still a very large lizard nearly the size of a horse. Sleeping peacefully, the creature didn’t look so terrifying. But he was also nearly a quarter mile off and he could still see its chest expand and contract with its breath.

Overcoming the fright, he got back into the truck and carefully drove down to the bottom of the pit. There was a small corrugated steel shack near where the road entered the floor of the quarry and James parked the car near there before turning it off. Looking around James noticed that the giant lizard wasn’t the only creature down here with him. Behind the shack he saw another of the dog sized rats as well as what appeared to be a beetle the size of a football that was covered in ice. The list didn’t end there but he knew if he was going to take this place to be his home he would need to fight for it.

He dug the machete out of the truck’s bed before rounding the shack to begin his work with the rat. As he approached with his weapon drawn, a new screen popped into existence over the head of the giant rat. This one was blood red and didn’t as much blink as it did pulse.

Lvl. 0 [Dire Rat]

At the same time that screen appeared, another green one appeared in the bottom peripheral of his vision.

James Lvl. 2 [Dream Weaver]

HP 5/5

MP 16/16

EN 7/13

“Well this might almost be fun.” He said while smiling and advancing on the rat.

Quickly he discovered that wasn’t the case. His blunt machete wasn’t much of a match for the thick furry hide of the dire rat. And it took 7 heavy swings of the machete onto the sleeping creature’s neck before it stopped breathing.

*Ding*

Another golden screen appeared.

You defeated Lvl. 0 [Dire Rat]

+ 15 EXP (19 [EXP Boost])

James turned away and lost the protein bar he had eaten on the drive all over his new boots. He had gone hunting once as a teenager but there was something very different about shooting a deer from nearly 100 feet away with a high powered rifle and hacking a sleeping creature to death with a machete.

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand he steeled himself for the work ahead as he walked toward his next victim.

*Ding*

You defeated Lvl. 0 [Ice Beetle]

+ 10 EXP (13 [EXP Boost])

*Ding*

You defeated Lvl. 0 [Dire Rat]

+ 15 EXP (19 [EXP Boost])

*Ding*

You defeated Lvl. 0 [King Salamander]

+ 50 EXP (63 [EXP Boost])

*Ding*

You defeated Lvl. 0 [Slime Bat]

+ 25 EXP (31 [EXP Boost])

*Ding*

You defeated Lvl. 0 [Muck Toad]

+ 50 EXP (63 [EXP Boost])

*Ding*

You defeated Lvl. 0 [Stone Toad]

+ 75 EXP (94 [EXP Boost])

The last creature had been a toad the size of a small boulder and had been just about as hard of skin as one too. It had been half submerged at the edge of the lake before he drug it onto dry land and hacked it to pieces. After discarding his bent and broken machete, he looked towards the lake and wondered if any more creatures were hiding in the depths.

He thought he had done about as well as he could have to exterminate the local threats with one major exception.

Walking up to it, he fought to repress a shudder of fear. There was something instinctive about the fear he felt looking at the giant lizard. Some primal part of him was screaming at him to run and hide. But he knew this was his best shot at finding a place to fortify and defend.

As he approached the wyrm he stretched out his hand and weaved his thoughts into existence. At his request, dark mist began to shape around his hand. As the mist coalesced what was formed on his left hand was a heavy metal gauntlet that covered up to his elbow in plates of hard iron. In that gauntlet rested a long wooden spear with an iron broadspear head lined with wicked serrations near the base.

As soon as the weapon was in his hand.

Lvl. 0 [Lesser Earth Drake]

James Lvl. 2 [Dream Weaver]

HP 5/5

MP 7/16

EN 4/13

In the flickering light of the flames in the sky James approached the drake. It was truly a thing of beauty and danger. The creature's body and head was just over 9 feet long but with its serpentine tail it came out to over 14 feet in total. Standing, it may have been as tall as a draft horse. But as it was, the creature came up to James’ waist. The scales looked like intricate layered blades, each about two fingers wide. The scale’s color was that of a polished granite and if he were to guess they were much more durable. Along the back ridge of its spine, from head to tail, ran a ridge of short spikes and each of its four feet were clawed with talons as long as James’ hand.

Rounding the creature and approaching its head, he wondered if it was really necessary to kill such a beautiful creature. It’s face seemed intelligent and expressive. Even in its sleep it seemed to have a peaceful expression on its face. But James knew if he didn’t kill this creature it would kill him the moment it woke.

Flexing his arm and practicing a few jabs he lined himself up with the drake’s throat. Attempting to kill the creature in one blow he jerked back his armored arm and tried to plunge the spearhead into the flat side of the animal’s neck.

The spearhead bounced off the scales of the creature with the sound of metal scraping stone as James’ arm was jarred painfully all the way back to the elbow.

Swearing and shaking his arm, James retreated from the creature. And tried to think of another way. He knew that hyenas would often chew into dead elephant’s anus’ when they couldn’t get through their tough hides (thanks discovery). But even if that was the only way to kill this beast he probably would rather not. But that idea gave him another.

He walked up to the drakes mouth and placed his spear on the ground as he willed another iron gauntlet into existence on his bare arm. Doing so caused him to feel mentally and physically exhausted, similar but not as severe as the exhaustion he felt this morning when he failed to make a bird. Pausing he thought. Was that really just this morning?

Shaking his head at what his life had become he reached his armored hands toward the scaled lips of the drake before heaving with all his might to pry the jaws apart. After getting them barely opened he weaved a stone into the gap of his jaws to jam them open. Stepping back he picked up the spear and without the same hesitation as before stabbed it several feet into the drake’s throat.

Immediately a splash of burning hot blood was coughed out of the creature's mouth as a low gurgle began in its chest. Some of the blood splashed onto James’ gauntlets and quickly steamed away leaving nothing behind. James tore the serrated spear out of the creatures throat and plunged it in again, and again. On the third stab a familiar noise reached him.

*Ding*

You defeated Lvl. 0 [Lesser Earth Drake]

+ 600 EXP (750 [EXP Boost])

[LEVEL 3] [Dream Weaver] Reached

You have received new skill [Nightmare]

Leveling will take effect upon next full rest.

Title [Dragon Slayer] earned.

Congratulations! You have met the requirements to take the [Executioner] profession. Accept? [Y/N]

Dismissing the request with more than a little disgust, James winced at the title. It seemed a pretty cheap victory to have earned such a title from. Relaxing, he allowed the gauntlets and spear to dissolve as he sat down deeply exhausted.

With a thought he managed to bring up his status screen again.

James Lvl. 3 [Dream Weaver]

HP 5/5

MP 2/16

EN 2/13

It seemed that weaving drains a lot of MP. He didn’t know if it was the fighting or the magic that had drained his energy as well. Either way he was exhausted and was quickly growing cold laying out in the brisk early winter air on the cool stone of the quarry floor.

Checking his phone he realized it was 7 am as he stood and slowly worked his way towards the truck. It had been over 21 hours since he had left his apartment to go to church yesterday and he was rapidly feeling his exhaustion. He sat in the passenger seat and reclined the seat as he wrapped himself in the blanket. In this calm and quiet moment, for the first time since he had seen the elf on the library floor, he allowed himself to panic.

Shaking, he fished around under his blanket and pulled out a phone with a not too steady hand. He had to call his parents. Maybe whatever reason I didn't pass out is hereditary. Maybe they can come swoop in and rescue me again. That last thought came with a little bit of bitterness as he checked his bright screen in the dim truck cab. The battery was red and he had no service. Damn. He hadn’t even brought a charger in the truck with him so there was nothing he could do.

“Be prepared.”

He whispered those words into an all too quiet night. They were the words that most stuck out to him from his time in Boy Scouts, the motto. Sure, the law was nice. Who didn’t want to be trustworthy, or brave. But those words “Be prepared” always stuck with him. Haunting him on nights he failed to study for an upcoming test. Encouraging him when he decided to stick his neck out the few times he had since moving out on his own. But right now it just made him want to laugh.

So laugh he did.

It wasn’t a happy laugh and it didn’t make him feel any better. But he knew it was either laugh or cry. How could a city boy raised in a posh Californian suburb be ready for monsters? How could someone so good at not seeing things through see through whatever it's going to take to stay alive in this crazy world.

Part of him worried about what tomorrow would look like. But a greater part of him knew he had done all he could. That part eased him into a deep dreamless sleep.

Ability: [Sleep] A simple, common, and dangerous spell that relies on an understanding of sleep magics. When engaged, this spell enters two or more minds into a battle of wills. Any resistance to the effects will drain a considerable amount of MP from both parties till the opposition’s or the caster’s mental fortitude breaks. Whichever breaks first will be sent into a deep magical slumber. This slumber takes little power to maintain, however, any physical or mental damage has a high chance of waking the sleeper.

Ability: [Nightmare] This spell is unique to [Dream Weavers] and relies on a certain mastery of illusion and creation magics that should come naturally to any of the [Dream Weaver] class. The spell is simple and effective. Whoever the effect takes hold of will have their greatest fear understood and reproduced before them via [Weave] magics. The apparition may be fully manifested and physical or simply mirage and illusion depending on the ability and desire of the [Dream Weaver]. This spell has a high chance of causing the [Terror] and/or [Lesser Insanity] status effects depending on the mental fortitude of the intended victim.

Title: [Dragon Slayer]: Title given to one who has proven themselves in battle against a dragon or lesser dragon species. This is a lesser version of several titles but is highly respected in its own regard. It takes much courage for any to fight against dragon blood. This title imbues the holder with the ability to release a tiny amount of the [Draconic Aura] of all the dragons they have killed. This title has the ability to grow and evolve under the right circumstances.

Character Name: James

Character HP:13/13 | MP:48/48 | EN:39/39

Character Level: [3] EXP:(459/10,000)

EXP Pool: + 0

Character Title: [Dreamer] [Dragon Slayer]

Character Race: [Human]

Character Age: [22]

Character Stats: (1-20)

Strength: [15]

Dexterity: [8]

Constitution: [13]

Intellect: [16]

Wisdom: [11]

Charisma: [4]

Luck: ???

Character Class: [Dream Weaver]

Character Sub-Class: [Empty]

Character Professions:

[Student] Lvl. 2

(325/1,000)

[Steam Master] Lvl. 3 (322/10,000)

[Empty]

Character Skills:

[Weave]

[Dream Walker]

[Sleep]

[Nightmare]

[EXP Bonus] (X1.15)

[Skill Transfer]

[Study]

[Heat Resistance] (X1.3)

[Steam Release]

[Steam Powered]

[Basic Survival]

[Basic Carpentry]

[Basic Hand Combat]

Character Equipment:

[Gym Bag]

[Old Family Bible] [Skill Books] [Gym Clothes] [Bus Pass] [Beef Jerky] X4 [Protein Bar] X12 [Large Water Bottle] X2

[Old Truck]

[Bottled Water Case] X2 [Canned Meal] X40 [Bulk Rice] X2 [Bulk Beans] X2 [Carpentry Tools] [Carpentry Gear] [Mason Tools] [Masonry Gear] [Leatherworking Tools] [Leatherworking Gear] [Spade] [Pickaxe] [Hammer]

[Hiking Backpack]

[Sleeping Bag] [Tent] [Rain Coat] [Camping Stove] [Camping Pots] [Flashlight] [Flint and Steel] [Lighter] [Water Purifying Tablets] [2 Liter Water Bladder] X4 (empty) [Hatchet] [Utility Knife] [Local Map]

[Work Clothes]

[Phone]

[Heavy Blanket]

[Dire Rat] X2 (dead)

[Ice Beetle] (dead)

[King Salamander] (dead)

[Muck Toad] (dead)

[Slime Bat] (dead)

[Stone Toad] (dead)

[Lesser Earth Drake] (dead)

Character Domain:

[Drake Quarry]