I’m building a boat, what fun it may be!

Shall it be warship or galleon, let your imagination run free.

It’s exactly what I want to do with my day, all day punching trees,

And dodging rocks from those friendly monkeys!

-74

“whistle”

*Twang*

Doesn’t matter if my knuckles are broken,

And my wrist bones are a poking,

Out of meeeee!

Because I’m building a boat!

Three hours have passed,

And I am but last,

To actually punch down a tree,

Ow ow owiee.

“Are you done crying” SirStripy stops dragging his own fallen tree to the beach behind me, to give me a smirk.

“It’s sweat SirStripy, just sweat that pours freely from my eyes with the pain of hard work”

I am actually crying but I mean broken wrists do hurt, even if they’re in-game.

Having zero strength is the bane of my current life. BUT after seeing the regeneration stat I am consumed with desire. I will be completely fine without strength as long as I bring some muscle with me. I cannot waste my last two slots on something that isn’t 100% necessary.

Although at this point I’m seriously debating getting it.

It shouldn’t be too hard to kill myself after this island and re-stat myself? But wait, if I die and begin with nothing, what does the -1000% xp do since I won’t be level 10 when I respawn.

Aaaagh so many things I don’t know about.

Ok, until I’m level 10 as a minimum, no screwing about with dying.

*c-c-crrack* ah wrists are no longer broken.

Thank Aiag I’m a demi-god and naturally have 30 minute recovery time. It gives me eons of continuing pain…

Back to punching I guess.

Man I’d love to be using my Morningstar buuut it loses durability every few hits and when none of us actually have any sort of blacksmithing skill to repair it…I’m not going to break it when there’s a whole jungle of monkeys to battle still (totally ignoring the fact that I haven’t actually used it in a fight against the monkeys yet but, you never know).

So here I am punching trees which you know in fairness is not doing much…but after a few hundred punches there’s a visible dent.

Now if only I had a horse like Filly to help pull/push it over.

Damn all these people with their extra strength and horses and actual abilities.

As if taunting me, Nightbird and Filly push a tree down nearby and begin dragging it to the beach while Derek successfully hacks his to a toppel with a convenient axe.

So tempting to get that extra 10 point boost of strength…huu.

Punch punch punch away,

Ah what a great sounding day.

It’s as if I have no other life,

One that isn’t turmoiled in painful strife.

Aiag above please give me a skill,

For all this tree punching is destroying my will.

To liiiiiiiiiive!!!

…

You have broken your Right Wrist...again

WHAT IS THIS TREE MADE OUT OF?

IT’S LIKE PUNCHING IRON!

I’VE BEEN PUNCHING IT FOR 6 HOURS, 6 FREAKING HOURS AND IT’S STILL NOT FALLEN.

I’VE EVEN BROKEN MY WRIST BONE AND THEN PUNCHED IT WITH THE BONE AND BROKEN THAT TOO AND IT HURTS SO. FRICKING. MUCH.

WHY ISN’T IT LIKE THAT OTHER TREE WE PUNCHED IN THE BEGINNING AREA, WHY WON’T IT GO DOWN AND WHY IS EVEN THE CORE MADE OF THE SAME FREAKING MATERIAL AS THE BARK.

EVERYONE, EVEN SIRSTRIPY HAS GOTTEN AT LEAST 3 TREES, 3 OF THEM WITH HIS BARE FISTS. AND I’M STILL HERE PUNCHING THIS IMPOSSIBLE IRON TREE!

You have broken your Left Wrist…again

AND EVEN THE MESSAGES ARE GETTING SLIGHTLY SNARKY….AGAIN, AGAIN! I KNOW I’VE BROKEN MY WRIST 3 BLIMMING TIMES AND I WILL KEEP PUNCHING THAT BLOODY TREE UNTIL IT F*!()£”! BREAKS AAAHGHAHGHAGHHAAAA!!!!!

*BASH BASH BASH*

“He’s lost it”

“Well that is what some may call a no brainer”

“Why are you laughing…was that funny?”

“Neighneiiiigh neigh”

You are Concussed

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“Should we help?”

“I believe if we don’t, he will seriously lose his mind in the more literal sense”

“Pfft”

“His hp is still at 70. It’s odd since breaking our bodies don’t actually do that much damage. It’s the status effects that are to worry about.”

“But wouldn’t breaking your bones hurt you to the point of death?”

“Well my theory is that-”

*CRACK*

Partial brain damage. Frontal Lobe damaged.

AHGHGFPGHTHAHGPAHGHHPFFAAAHHHHHGHHGHG

…

“LISTEN TO ME. LISTEN!!” WHAT WHY DOES MY HEAD HURT?

“JOAT, CAN YOU HEAR ME?” SIRSTRIPY? WHY…why are you on top of me?

Wait what’s been going on, I kind of don’t know what just happened.

“He’s no longer frothing at the mouth and screaming incoherently so from experience I’d say he’s back to normal”

“Or he’s brain dead”

“Hor hyou informashion…Hwere are my sheesh?”

“Well in the tree” OH THAT GOD DAMN TREE AGAIN!

As soon as I get slightly angry, a small tinge of red creeps on the corners of my view, and I get a SirStripy and Derek pushing me deeper into the earth.

“Think happy thoughts, puppies and kittens”

“…Huu. I’m fine now” The red tinge goes. Jeez I was certainly not happy with that tree.

Slowly they get off me and let me sit, finding out that I can’t feel my legs or arms. My teeth are gone and I’ve got quite a headache and my throat is raspy and dry. Dry like I’ve been shouting for an hour straight.

Also I swear my chest is a bit more caved than usual as breathing deeply hurts.

“So you kind of went on a rage” SirStripy sits in front of me, a few teeth missing from his own mouth

“And?”

“You attacked the tree a lot, broke the front of your skull and most of your body. But some of it was our fault as we were stopping you from killing yourself on that tree”

“Is shhe shwee down”

“…not yet but-” he quickly shushes me as I start getting reaaal pissed at that tree “-It will only take one more push”

Nodding, still slightly fuming, I ask him to get out my way and I see the tree, still standing, blimming iron-like core beaten in, covered in blood and teeth.

DAMMIT if only I could move I’d be able to smack it down. Aaagh I’ll have to wait until my bones repair.

At least I can look a my notifications without having to move anything.

Hmm, broken wrist, arm, leg. Head. Loss of teeth, caved chest and shattered pelvis. Wow I broke a lot of things…and I didn’t die.

So our bodies can get damaged in terms of breaking my body, but we don’t actually lose any hp beyond the physical damage and bleeding? And we need to be able to do some damage to actually break something as I’ve learnt before.

This opens up a lot of possibilities, worrying ones too as you can be broken and captured without much risk to your life. But it also means that we can continue fighting even when pretty much broken.

Cool?

Suicide may become extremely useful in pvp that’s for sure.

Congratulations! Through entering a state of berserk you have learnt a new Stat

STAT: Rage

Points in Rage will improve Rage related skills, Martial skills and will give you an increasing Rage pool,

Would you like to put this stat in one of your slots YES/NO

Xp increase by 10%

Damn right Aiag, I forgive you slightly for making these trees hard as iron!

MARTIAL SKILL: Berzerk, Beginner [lvl1] (0%)

Berzerk is the ability to give in to the anger increasing your physical prowess substantially but losing all reasoning and cognitive abilities beyond violent tendencies.

Increases all physical stats by 1

Cost: 10 rage/minute, Duration: Until rage reaches 0, Cooldown: 1 day

Xp increases by 5%

Sweet! Although the 1 day cooldown does suck and the fact that I attack everything without care doesn’t help either.

But a skill’s a skill! Even if it’s one I’m not going to use because it requires a stat to use it.

Also it’s a martial skill not a combat one, I wonder what the difference is…maybe it’s something to with the pools?

“Hey SirStripy” I call over to him as he pushes another fallen tree. “For your combat skills what pool do you use?”

“it’s complicated” Well ok, elaborate maybe? “Primarily it uses stamina but you can use rage as an alternative in particular sitatuions. In my case it’s whenever I go on a rage but DillyDally thinks it may also have to do with stances or forms”

“So if you went defensive that’d use stamina instead of rage?” I think I kind of know what he’s talking about

“Possibly”

“So would it be possible to use mana?”

“…I don’t actually know” Well that’s certainly a plan for later. Ooh.

“While I’m kind of broken, would you give me a rundown of how martial skills work differently than combat ones?”

He nods, sitting down on a log. “From what I’ve done, Combat skills can be used regardless, as if they’re general battle skills for anyone. Martial skills on the other hand each use specific pools and are class related”

“You’ve got a class?”

“Berzerker class. Turns out all related combat skills got updated to martial skills and I had to choose a pool for each skill.” That is… “Odd I know but only the martial skills got class bonuses of x1.5 while normal combat skills only had a x.5 bonus”

“But that’s not beneficial at all”

“Think about it this way, when is a berkzerker going to use skills like riposte? Almost never is the answer so having a 150% increase on all their useful skills is more beneficial than being 100% all around”

“And this is among the usual class penalties”

“Yes, but it wasn’t stated with the class, so it must be a classes and combat thing and it only changed when they used the skills”

I wonder, does it only happen for combat classes or would for example a mage be able to have martial skills? And if so would they use mana as a pool? Or do we just take spells as a completely different world in combat relations?

Man I need more people to play about and figure things out with me since I don’t have the stats to check it all out…

Aha! My bones are working. Finally! Completely lost track of time since I broke most of my body. Although the chest is still caved in slightly.

Standing up shakily, I take a step away from the tree, then another and a third. Turning round I sprint at the blimming thing, jumping both feet first straight into the tree causing a rather foul crack as the tree FINALLY topples over, me collapsing on top of it.

Haha! I have done it, I have contributed!!

*Clap clap clap clap*

“Alright you little blighter get back to cutting down trees”

“Oh we were done like an hour ago, just kind of waiting for you to finish” Oh…well at least I know why I haven’t had any monkeys throwing rocks at me recently. Actually I haven’t had one thrown at me for more than a few hours…

“Just an hour ago?”

“Derek was done about 4 hours ago, him and his axe was a three chop a tree job”

“…” I feel so useless.

With his help and Nightbird, who happens to come out from a little further in the jungle silent as always, we drag/push the tree to the beach. In fairness it was like 10 meters but because of monkeys I was back to the beach so I didn’t see the substantial pile of trees. Almost two dozen lying there, being cut into half by one Derek, axe slicing through like butter.

That strength is just unfair.

Ignoring that, we at least have more than enough to create a boat…however we make boats.

Sitting down at the evening campfire we have a bit of monkey, sip on some blood (we ran out of water a long time ago so monkey blood keeps thirst away (according to the game it helps)).

Apparently you can not eat and drink water to keep satiety up somewhat but when thirsty satiety will constantly decrease no matter how much food, quite scary.

Eugh I can still taste the sea water that Nightbird put in the waterskin before he actually found out that sea water is undrinkable. Salty and irony blood, just what I want to drink.

Oddly enough it increases my satiety a few percent more than water normally does. Something to do with being a hobgoblin? Worrying.

Right, to boat creating discussions.

“What is a boat?” Great start Nightbird.

“You know about carriages?” Derek asks a confused Nightbird, who nods. Well at least he knows about some things. “Well boats are carriages without roofs that float on water” True enough.

“Do any of us actually know how to build one?” Asking the real questions here.

“…” Crickets, I see.

“Well then how about we create a raft”

“Raft?”

“Strap all the logs together, flat side up, mast in the centre and maybe a barrier on the sides. Make some oars for movement and create a few straps for stormy weather” Simple enough right?

“We need to stop any sort of holes in-between the logs so if we use the tree resin as a sort of glue alongside strapping everything together that might work” SirStripy pitches in, already supporting the idea.

“A raft eh? Not exactly a boat but it is the simplest and the oars will be a good idea since creating a sail will be difficult” Derek nods at the idea, glancing at his axe, probably thinking about how to make some oars.

“A sail eh?” I might actually have an idea about that “Right, Derek cut our board logs out, SirStripy or Nightbird, any of you know how to make rope?” Nightbird raises a hand “Nightbird try find things we can use to bind the logs together, and strongly”

“Actually what we could do is make holes in the sides of the logs and have one go through all of them, bolting it in place with some pegs” SirStripy raises his voice “I may have done a little woodcraft before and that might hold better than strapping it with grass and nature.”

That is a fair point.

“Ok so Nightbird, how about you create the oars, they look like this” I draw a crude oar, hoping he’ll do it like making a bow; so roundish shaft and a flat end (the flat end isn’t part of a bow but close enough). “And SirStripy get those holes and pegs going”

“What are you going to be doing?”

I rub my hands together delightfully.

“Making a sail.” Oh leatherworking I’m going to be getting you back!

Leaving everyone to do their own things, jeez it’s almost 7pm in-game. Seems like we’ll have to go in the morning since night is never a good time to travel.

Taking the large pile of mostly ruined skins that I have dutifully skinned every time we picked up a monkey out onto the sand. Alrighty, now to turn these into leathers…somehow.

I need oil and salt. For one of those there is a literal sea of so I start boiling some in a cooking pot taken from Curry’s random bag of things. So now for oils.

Erm…

Erm…

Erm…Oils…from trees?

“Urine”

Excuse me what?

Turning to a SirStripy who is looking at me with a serious look…are you serious?

“I never did get to do leatherworking in game but tanning leather is just one of the surprisingly many uses of urine. A biologically beautiful substance, relevantly speaking”

Gotcha, you’re not a scathing water major in bed…

And now all I’ve got to do is pee on my leather.

But I don’t need to pee/I don’t think I can?

“Nightbird, can I borrow Filly?” He looks at her and I swear the horse nods.

Digging a hole in the earth just inside the forest, I line it with skins before dropping the rest into it. It isn’t a deep hole but then again for a good 30 minutes of digging it’s what I need.

“Now pee”

Filly just looks at me.

“Ok jeesh I’ll go somewhere else why you do it” For some reason I think that is the right response and with a little neigh I might actually be right.

Turning my back on her, I take a few steps back onto the beach and have a quick look at what’s going on.

Nightbird’s carving an oar, with almost one complete already, nice.

Derek’s halved all the logs and is beginning to cut them into a good size.

SirStripy has made a few dozen pegs, well that was quick.

“Ah SirStripy, can I have a few pegs” Just remembered I actually need them for the stretching.

Taking a few at his acknowledgment… lovely there’s a smelling yellow pool with monkey skins swilling in it.

“Stomp around there” I’m not doing it, it’s your pee. No don’t give me that look, you’re a horse, it’s your own fluids and won’t reach up to your knees like it will do to me.

Luckily after some internal debating and losing the staring contest, Filly gets her front legs in the pool and starts stomping lightly, making sure to get the urine right in there. Oh lovely.

Asking her to stop, I grab one, well I’ve literally swam in sewers so this isn’t as unpleasant, come on Joat suck it up.

Laying it down on the ground, I place a peg on the corner and have Filly step on it.

Another three times and I’ve stretched it out sort of like the rack. I mean it’s all by sight so I could’ve been completely off. But no rips as of yet.

Now for, dammit guess I’m using my saber.

Whispering sorry to the still shiny weapon, I start shaving the skin with surprising ease. Damn the urine made it a lot easier apparently, or the hair is just naturally easily removable, who knows.

Within 20 minutes I’ve shaved one clean. Aha it’s not ripped either.

Lathering by hand with sea salt and uh, urine…ew, I move onto the next monkey, lathering the beginning one as I work on the 2nd.

Before I know it, all light’s gone but that just makes seeing easier and by the time I’ve done 9 monkey skins (out of 13 so good job me), which makes up about a 4 foot bed size, almost 3 hours have passed. The urine made the tanning go by so much quicker…although I wanted it still quite bendy so I didn’t lather it too much.

Now to er put it together…somehow

Poking some holes into the sides of the…poor quality…leather, I slice one up into strips and begin tying them together.

A hole in the bottom edges and a line of them at the top of the ‘sail’ with a few more strips (had to do another monkey ugh skin), and that’s it done?

Holding it up, scrunching my nose at the acidic smell of now 2 people’s and one horses’ urine (Nightbird still has to pee, and I’m still not over that it is a thing for Npc’s) mixing together in the air around me, I have a sail.

The sewer was disgusting but having to touch urinated monkey skins was rather not what I thought I’d be doing in game…much less want to do it.

But then again… I have been tortured so this game doesn’t exactly have limits as far as I know.

‘Sail’ (Poor Quality)

A necessary component for a ship

Ha even the game, or well Aiag(?) isn’t sure that it’s a sail. But hey a win’s a win and I even got my leatherworking skill back, woop woop!

Time to go put this boat together!

Luckily it’s only like 11:30 so we might be able to do this before midnight!

On the beach in seconds, already the progress is just beautiful: A Square raft with chest height barriers all around stands on the beach, a T mast in the centre and 4 slightly bent oars stuck in the holes made in the barriers.

I see the pegs literally everywhere, damn he’s really done some weird weaving with the logs. If it works I’m not going to complain though.

“Is that the…sail?” Derek purposely stops and looks at my ‘sail’ before stating it, alright mr snarky, it works, hopefully, so don’t knock it.

“Yep, is that the…raft?”

“Indeed”

“Shall we finish our boat?”

“Please, for I am tired and need to sleep” SirStripy hinting that he does need to log off. Fair point, I need to go too.

Climbing onto the raft, I get hoisted up onto Derek’s shoulders while I tie, multiknotting the top of the sail with the holes at the top of the T mast (seems someone was watching me and made some modifications so I could actually attach the sail, smart cookies). Then I tied through the bottom holes to the mast so it won’t just go flying everwhere.

Done with that, I get down, feet sticking to the resiny logs. Wow they’ve been well resined, how did they get so much resin so quickly?

“Any safety equipment?” Everyone just shrugs. “Guess we can make some tomorrow” Everyone nods to that, quite tired. “But before we go to sleep, how about we take it for a test run, just a little out and back in to see if everything works” And that we don’t sink.

Putting everyone on, yep even the comatose Curry, we, well Derek and SirStripy, push the raft into water.

And…we haven’t sunk so that’s a good start.

Man this water is deep, would be scary if there was a big bad monster down there waiting for us.

“The pegs are locking the logs in place, so the resin just helps stop any sort of vaccum, rather cool if I may say so myself” SirStripy’s definitely happy with himself. I definitely commend him for this.

“Alright everyone, take an oar, and I’m going to create a beat, row to that beat” Funnily enough, everyone, even Filly takes an oar, ooh maybe I could make a drum for keeping the beat, or is that too loud?

Slapping my chest in a solid 1 and 2 and 3 and 4 slow row produces a powerful result. I fell over and smacked my head onto the back barrier. Ow that hurt!

Rubbing my head as I get back up, keeping the beat, telling them to not use all their force each row and ok we’re at quite a decent speed without the insane strength people pulling the raft to warp speed.

Now for turning. I have Nightbird and SirStripy stop rowing on the right side, keeping their oars into the water and voila sharp right turn.

Wow we’re already quite a bit out, I’d say a good 10 minute swim out. These guys row like madmen!

Rowing is so easy (says the one just keeping the beat and giving order but still), we’re just gliding through the silent waters, rhythmic grunts keeping us company.

And the GIANT sea snake that just rose out the water.

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..

.

Oh…hello

“ Row rowrowrowrowrow” I start beating fast but softly as everyone tries to quietly row backwards.

“Shuaaa” It looks right at us…welllllll

“ABANDON SHIP” Tossing Curry overboard, the world explodes as the sea snake dives into our little raft, boring straight through the front half and causing the rest to shatter due to sheer force.

Slapping water, I get a splinter to the face, shouting as it goes through my cheek and embeds in the other.

Need to get out of here ASAP.

Flying through the waters with the best freestyle I have, nope nope nope don’t want to be snake food.

But what about Curry?

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..

.

Ahhhh I hate this.

Turning round I see something…magical:

Nightbird is riding his horse around the snake shooting it for little effect as I see but with great annoyance as Derek literally powers through the water butterfly style, tome in hand creating waves each stroke. SirStripy is floundering like me but with a bit more grace, damn 60 strength and agility.

“Curry ” I splutter towards SirStripy as he reaches me (Derek literally flies past my words lost on him “Who” “Curry the human” “Oh”

He turns back with me and we both, trying our best to ignore the spectacle of a horse running on water (yes, running on water) dodging a massively pissed off sea snake which is projectile vomiting a water laser, and focus on finding Curry.

Diving into the sea water, eyes open and stinging, aha it works underwater too, although quite blurred.

Ignoring the literal wall of slimy light brown which I assume to be the sea snake’s lower body, there’s a small figure slowly sinking nearb-

And it’s just been tail whipped right into me.

-70

*ding*

OW

Apparently you can still get beaten by a projectile underwater and getting your breath knocked out of you isn’t good, at all.

*ding*

-1

-2

Screaming (internally) as my breath meter reaches zero and I lose increasing amount of hitpoints, I grab Curry and race to the top

-6

-7

*ding

STOP WITH THE DINGS GAME!

Bursting out the water, blood spurting out my mouth and all over Curry (whoops sorry), I begin paddling towards the shore, fleeing from certain death.

*splashsplashsplashsplash*

And that’s Nightbird galloping past me on Filly…

Wait, I’m the last one AHHHH. Swim swim swim!

I’m still alive?…No giant sea snake coming to kill me?

Braving to look back with healthy fears that it’s looming just behin-

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..

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Hello, please don’t eat me, I’m not very tasty. I’m just extremely unlucky.

LITERALLY right up in my face.

*Sniff sniff*

It’s giant nostrils expland, almost sucking me in while it’s golden snake eyes look at me intensely, most of it’s face and body underneath the water but I can still see a lot of body and tail slithering around.

*gulp* ahh, turns out I can pee…oh no.

I stare into it’s golden eyes, squinting as if analyzing me

“Vulsh dorjsh ou reek osh naeslis”

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..

.

“Yes I reek, so don’t eat me” What do I do in this situation, answer right? What even is this situation. What even did I just hear if I heard anything.

His squinting eye widens as he realizes that I understood him (well really I swear I heard the word reek in the midst of hissing garble and took a leap). Hell I’m still confused as to why this sea snake made words!

“Ou athnegarishe me?” Ok so it wasn’t just a figment of my overly freaking out imagination that the snake is speaking, in a gravelly hissing voice, some random language I have zero idea about.

Erm…I’m guessing it asked about me understanding it (what else would you say if you’re surprised about something understanding you…

“Yes, although I’ve never spoken to…whomever you are before” Well this is uh…unexpected?

It gets a little bit closer, rows of sharp sharp teeth shimmering in the waters just below.

“Interesting” that’s the one word (incidentally the first) I got in that mostly inconherent self-monologue of hissing in Aiag knows what language.

After about a minute it decided it finished talking to itself and looked back at me with those penetrative eyes.

“So?” I just look at it in confusion, I mean I have no idea what it’s saying. But its definitely not eating me at the moment so this could be good?

“Ou, Kill nisi naeslis osh sky” I kill the naeslis whatever that is of the sky…alrighty?

You have been offered a Quest

??? QUEST: Kill the Sky

You have been asked to kill nisi naeslis osh sky.

Do you accept this quest?

YES / NO

Well I mean I don’t have much choice do I? And it’s a ??? Quest?

“Sa” Huh I just spoke its language, how did I know it? And how do I know that meant yes?

*Ding*

The giant sea serpent gives me one final, unending look as it disappears slowly into the water. Its massive body slithering away and leaving only darkness in the waters below.

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WELLLLLLLL...that happened.

Swimming to shore, I’m helped on the bank by Derek and SirStripy who both look at me with a very curious look.

Well I have no idea what happened so don’t expect me to answer many questions.

“I didn’t look tasty enough” That might be partially true. “Though that’s not really what stopped, er, It? Him, the massive sea snake” 90% sure it’s a he with that gravelly voice.

“Well what did stop it? We were watching you having a face off it before it just left you, that doesn’t happen with monsters” Good point SirStripy. Good point.

“Apparently I smelled funny and it then left me after telling me to kill the sky” Arms up in the motion of I have no idea what’s going on.

“Huh…” All four of them now just cock their heads. Yeah I know.

I decided to tell them to truth because there are two others who can get quests here, and because I’m almost 100% sure that Derek can detect lies, being a lawyer and all.

“SirStripy, do you know what reek is?”

“reek? But that wasn’t in our normal language” He starts stroking his clean chin with thought.

“It’s in abyssal” I understood it because it was in abyssal I believe, but the whole language wasn’t?…or am I just not high enough level in the language?

“Indeed, I got a few percent on the language so it definitely was” Why does a sea snake know abyssal? I mean he was like the length and size of two subway trains but it’s not like he was a demi-god….right?

That’d just be insane. Although with what happened a few moments ago, it’s a possibility…

“What about naeslis?”

“What’s that?” Ok so he doesn’t know either. But still don’t know if its more advanced abyssal or not.

Well guess I’ll need to actually bother learning the language properly. For a quest too with ??? too!!

Ooh I’m excited. BUT FIRST

“You know what, we’ve braved the waters and I think we should go for a long trek far far far away from the certain death snake”

“Indeed” Everyone nods staring at our destroyed raft bobbing about in the dark waters.