《Re:Hammer》Chapter 15
Advertisement
Arrival, buy-in - which surprised Dawi, to have Estaria just pull out two barrels of Bugmans - and then eventually taking off. All of which was nice, simple, and streamlined. Arriving at the foothills where the dwarves and humans had gathered - even one or two Ogres, which meant the mercenary job was widely advertised - Estaria settled in and got a tent up. It was a massive, sprawling camp of a dozen different companies and dwarven throngs. It was more like an army than an expedition. This was no sneak in and grab shit before the enemy came. This was far more sit there and hunker down, reclaim the Karak, become legendary warriors. Gain a new Gromril mine. A noble endeavor, and maybe the Dwarves would be driven enough to clash with the Greenskins and keep them out of the Empire.
While wandering, Estaria caught the rough, harsh language of the dwarves, and while she couldn’t understand it, the tone made it’s grumbling pretty clear. Spending some experience to gain fluency in the Dwarf Tongue so she could understand it, Estaria went looking for the man and found him, sat alone. But she was caught off guard by the readout hovering above his head.
Traukon Brightbelly - Level 29 Ironbreaker
Player Interaction - Interacting with other players can be done in many different forms. Open the “Interaction Screen” to see what can be done.
Estaria couldn’t even move, because she was shocked to find this place had other players. Sure, it was kind of hubris to think that there was only her given this massive superpower in the world, but she didn’t think that there would be other people this close. She expected them to be exotic Lustirans or mighty Chaos Lords. This guy was a dwarf. A really overt dwarf, given the bulky armour and large axe, but still not quite what she thought other players would be. But then, she was just your average human with a special sword, so there was always that.
“What’cha staring at, Umgi?” Traukon asked, his eyes flicking up for a moment and then returning to his dinner.
“Ohh. I’m, just, it’s-” she stammered, and that was not something that he was enthusiastic about hearing.
“You never seen a true-blooded Dawi?” he looked up properly this time, and then paused, and made a sound. “Ohh…”
“My thoughts exactly. I never thought I’d see another player. I never knew there was another player in the system to meet” Elou said, moving over to him and taking a seat next to him.
“Mmm….ever thought that strange? The, fact that you call it a system, and yourself, a player?” Traukon asked, finishing his food and looking up. Estaria opened her mouth to speak, and then paused, and frowned. Thinking on that one.
Advertisement
“No. Until you pointed it out” She muttered, now being irate at the fact that it hadn’t bothered her.
“The same here. Me thinking it was never a problem, but you saying it sounded strange and wrong” Traukon shook his head, grabbing his ale and drinking deep. “Although this system is a great boon. I am stronger than any dwarf, as robust as the mountains, and wield my axes like lightning. Down in the tunnels, I cut a bloody swath through the foe, and now I stand ready to reclaim a Karak! New tunnels to explore, new foe to bring low-”
“If we succeed” Estaria cut in. “There is a reason why most expeditions that way have been small and quick” she pointed out.
“Ack! Just like an Umgi! You share the boon, and your level is such that you are sufficient to have surpassed any Umgi, and yet you still doubt” the ale was finished and he rose to find more.
“Mmm, I’ve just met enough foes to know it never goes smoothly” she then got off the morosesubject, and grinned “But this does. I got some Bugman’s from the shop. Middenheim was besieged and so I got a massive windfall, and bought cool stuff” she told him, the dwarf grinned, clearly having had his own supply of it, but never one to pass up free ale!
“So, have you ever had other people not really notice the extreme capacity of your actions? I lifted this six-hundred pound wagon and they just looked at me like it was a normal thing” Estaria asked, curious.
“Aye...at one point I tossed an axe some hundred paces into a Goblin’s skull. An impossible throw, something that should have raised incredible ruckus. But, it didn’t. My brothers saw it, and then returned to their post because that was the last” he told Estaria, shaking his head. The conversation then turned to other things, and Estaria made a new friend over a pint, culminating in exploring each other’s status screen. A Hidden trait that one couldn’t see themselves popped up, and each was told their own. Traukon had Son Of Stone which gave him reduced negatives for Critical Wounds and Fatigue, where as Estaria had Human Ingenuity which gave her a bonus to EXP gain. Which, made Traukon’s higher level even more alarming. HE must have gotten into a fight every day since the system dropped to get that level.
Still, eventually Estaria was drawn over to a Dwarven merchant who had set up shop on the outskirts. Apparently, selling goods and trade for money was not the most well-received of Dwarven exploits, and Traukon left her to return to his Ironbreaker brothers. Estaria didn’t have much in the way of money, but found this a great time to learn the exchange rate. Double-tapping the coin counter on the inventory, she converted ten coins to Thrones, just to see. And out came a hefty bag, that once counted out, had a hundred thrones in it. 1:10 exchange rate….While this would make it hard to use real world wealth to fortify her game currency, it would allow her to do practically anything she desired in the world. Armed with this new, near-infinite wealth, she headed to the stand, and talked. He had followed the mercenary armies up from Altdorf and made a venerable fortune on their equipment, which he would take home with him. Unlike Dawi, this one was no warrior, which he did not see as a huge problem since his family had lived in Altdorf for hundreds of years, and they were small Empire citizens now, not Karak dwellers.
Advertisement
This did not stop them from being exceptional craftsman then, and Estaria put in her pistols, shield and armour for some rework and repair. After a little bit of thought, the sword also went. Barter price went to 90 Thrones, which she paid and then a tip for express. With that all done, she found her tent - going to the Quartermaster when she realized she was out all of her equipment, and getting loans - she then opened up her inventory and used a B-rank DUngeon key. She was going to get some money and xp grinding in a dungeon, and not targeting the boss because she got trashed last time.
This time, there were no Beastmen, but instead Greenskins. A large and rambling camp of goblins and orcs, expanding quite a distance. She couldn’t see the center of the camp from where she was, but she was sure the Warboss was there. She wanted to know where to avoid, but she could always run away or leave the dungeon if it came to that. She wasn’t planning to stick around for completion after all. Darting in, she used her speed and strength to drive the blade through an Orc’s back and then tear him in half, before dispatching the group of goblins he was harassing with her shield, and some kicks. Goblin punting was surprisingly fun, as it turned out, and she could aim them pretty precisely to use them as projectiles. These were slave goblins more than warrior goblins, so she went through them easily, and a punted goblin smacked on the back of a feasting Orc, which then turned and upon seeing Estaria, roared.
The hulking mass then charged at her while the rest of the Orc gathered themselves to charge with him. Having learned from the Minotaur, Estaria leapt over the Orc, spinning and slicing her blade into his helmet. But, such a simple blade could not pierce an Orc’s helmet and skull with a single swing, so she merely cut his head and then deflected the second orc’s axe. It was a strong blow, but her stats these days were high enough to take it with little problem. Estaria took her blade to the next Orc and crashed it against his breastplate, only to have the damn thing crack and split in half.
She let out a surprised yelp and got smashed to the ground by another Orc for her troubles, rolling quickly to recover and discarding the hilt of the broken blade. Her Blade Of Ulric was something of great durability and strength, but simple mould-forged broadsword was not going to help her in this kind of fight, with her kind of strength. So she grabbed the axe from one of the fallen Orcs and got a little ping off to the side, telling her there was a new tutorial note. Something for later that.
Now facing off against all these creatures, she noticed there was no Luck bar. All Orcs counted as Monsters, and so had a lot of health and no Luck. Which, was interesting, so she could just get stuck in with this all-too-heavy axe and start butchering. It broke eventually, but she simply replaced it with another fallen weapon and turned the Orcs into mince meat. The Dungeon kept enforced creature zones, so no Orc moved from their zone to where she was, leaving her to kill with impunity. After they were all dead, Estaria looked up the Tutorial and saw it was about Racials. Weapons she lacked any Racial Proficiency in would have reduced damage and durability, which explained why they broke as quickly as they did.
She would need to be careful, and keep a bunch of weapons around so she didn’t end up breaking and running out. Still, even the B-rank orcs were not a huge problem so long as she stayed out of the large zone, with the Trolls and Black Orcs. So she went about it, catching some rests between killing, and after a few hours, she left the Dungeon. No gold reward and half loot, but that still netted her a tidy five grand and two level-ups, which was nice. Took her a long time to get those levels, but she was grinding mooks...so it was all swings and roundabouts, really. She’d get her next trait at 27 tomorrow, since they were waiting here for three days for everyone to turn up, and then join in this expedition with great confidence. Things really were looking up for her.
Advertisement
Grey
Thousands of years ago there was a great breaking of the world. Few alive have the knowledge of why this was necessary, but in the end, the world was split into two. On the one side, a person lived in a world of controlled technology and evolution. On the other, even the basest creatures can alter the world's path. Then came a boy named Icarus, who preferred Fern, and didn't particularly want to be there. This is his story, and how he became a fable told from one village to the next.
8 149Law of the Jungle
In New York City, cultivation studies are taken very seriously and cultivators are plentiful. The city is the biggest hub of chi research in the United States. It also holds the most cultivation schools of any city in the country. The same goes for its "Jungle Schools". The students of these unique cultivation schools, commonly known as "Warriors", are encouraged by the state to engage in battles with students from other Jungle Schools until only one school sits at the top. For them the laws of the state take a backseat the laws of the concrete jungle. This is the bizarre version of New York City Isaac Moon has found himself trapped in. Equipped with some strange interface he barely understands, Isaac tries to find his way back to his own reality one fight at a time. Hopefully, he can make it back before his 'old habits' get the best of him again.
8 162The Cube - Discontinued
In the universal prison, reserved for the greatest criminals among the most powerful beings - The Gods - join our protagonist, Zed, as he searches for his escape and ultimately his revenge!
8 145Dispatches from the Inter-galactic
Dispatches From The Inter-Galactic is a series of loosely related satirical stories which take place in a galaxy full of various interstellar civilizations and numerous space faring species generally described as consentients. This series is set in a galaxy which take place in a similar but not entirely unlike the galaxy in which my series Up in Space takes place While there are numerous themes related to interstellar life, several of the stories directly relate to specific themes such as; The pan-galactic ramifications to the use of supersymetrical energy sources (often drained from intera-located alternate and pocket realities.) the use of which by most interstellar civilizations is steadily increasing the overall amount of Dark Matter. This is increasing the mass of the galaxy and results in the occasional rips in inter-dimensional space as well as an overall increase in supernova activity. It is also speeding up the approach of the galaxy in Andromeda, which is of concern to several long lived civilizations; The Morphoids, a race of shape-changing consentients who are capable of using the space lanes created by the use of supersymetrical sourced energy to spread throughout the galaxy. They are currently viewed as threat number one by many space-faring species; and Xeno and exo-sexuality, as many species try to figure out what sort of enjoyment they can have with many of the species they encounter in space (only some of which are carbon-based, or more rarely, humanoid in appearance). This also relates to the altering of species to make reproduction somewhat easier for those with rather complicated lifestyles. A major force in this area of pursuit is the galactic visiteering industry, which promotes the ‘uplifting’ of more primitive planet-bound near-consentients.
8 172"Her"
Poetry,Autobiography
8 163Random Encounters
As the world of Tarthia enters into a new chapter of its existence, a few things begin to make themselves more prominent. There are rumors of the First Creator returning to claim their throne, and whispers about a Great Darkness making its own return. Those that had seemed benevolent lay down restrictions that cause harm to come to their own people. And Monsters are escaping the confines of their own Dungeons to plague the Races once more. Amidst all this confusion, a small existence comes to light. While viewed as just a rare event monster, it begins to find its own way in the shifting world around it, and may just end up being the creature needed to quell the anger of Creation itself... The following Acts are completed:-- Act I : The Slime-- Act II : The Spirit and the Priestess Currently updating once a week or so. Former participant in the Royal Road Writathon 2021 Challenge.
8 58