Old Greyheart was staring at the bundle of herbs on the table with suspicion.
“You say you’ve eaten those, boy?” he asked and nudged them with a finger. Alan wasn’t sure what this was about. They were just herbs. He had given some to Wilbis, but they would probably not be meeting for a while, if ever.
Whic...
2024-05-14 12:01:20 +0000 UTC View PostThe Empty Manor was located a few hours out of the city. Vyn had proposed hiring a cart or just horses, but Sunday had no patience for frivolous spending and no desire to learn horseriding for such a short distance
The coins he had were reserved for drinks and shelter, with the occasional necessary purchase such as the ...
2024-05-13 11:16:22 +0000 UTC View PostThe whole experience left Sunday in a good mood. He thought himself a fairly good judge of character and this Zihei fellow looked like somebody who could scratch a back if the need arose. Sunday was getting an idea of how things worked and he wasn’t particularly worried about getting his hands dirty. In fact, he found himse...
2024-05-12 12:33:49 +0000 UTC View PostIt only took a few moments, but it almost felt like the System was struggling. A preposterous notion – however, he had seen someone mess with it before.
This was much different. It was not someone messing with the System, rather he felt knowledge flow into him. It was not his, nor did he understand it, he jus...
2024-05-12 12:31:30 +0000 UTC View PostA couple hours later a sleepy Vyn led Sunday through the city while munching happily on baked goods. The streets were just as fascinating as the first time Sunday had seen them – it was morning and the town was brimming with the sounds of life and the smell of baked goods. For the first time, Sunday felt some regret that fo...
2024-05-11 11:49:05 +0000 UTC View PostBack in the Wayward Rat, on one of those tables people picked when doing shady stuff or in a particularly broody mood, sat four people with drinks in hand. One looked comfortable, in his element, almost as if sitting on such tables was his job and he had been doing it for a lifetime. The other three, however, were looking aro...
2024-05-10 12:21:55 +0000 UTC View PostAlan’s initial excitement quickly turned into untold agony as feelings not belonging to him crashed against his psyche and made him scream. Maybe it was not him screaming, but an echo of what he had touched upon. Was it a physical act or the mind tearing itself apart trying to hold on to a sense of identity?
Was a sh...
Practice felt better this time around although not by much. Jishu’s scribblings were hard to understand, and while Sunday was sure he had made some progress, his lack of focus was a wall difficult to climb in a moment or two.
He was nothing if not stubborn though. However, as it was with any practice res...
2024-05-09 14:15:33 +0000 UTC View PostSunday listened to her words. The smell of the drink alone was enough to make his muscles release some of the tension of undeath. His mind slowed down, and whatever thoughts survived the wonderful aroma became clearer.
“It smells of… honey, and green tea, and citrus. Very spicy too,” Sunday said. His nose was work...
2024-05-08 20:53:08 +0000 UTC View PostSunday took some time to properly look around as their cart reached the line and became part of the slow column trickling into the city.
The walls were massive but worn down and broken in places. Gaping holes could be seen along their length and there was even a wreckage of what once was a lookout tower on one of the co...
2024-05-07 12:59:42 +0000 UTC View PostNOTE: Do you guys enjoy the deep dive into the skill? I'm quite uncertain tbh.
Congratulations! Your skill has advanced.
Last Glimpse (Rare) has become Remembrance (Epic)
Remembrance (Epic)
See the flashes from the li...
2024-05-07 10:57:16 +0000 UTC View Post“Vynny boy. You up,” the old man yelled.
The music was gone and the rhythmic movement of the cart stopped. Sunday was unsure whether he had drifted away in a dreamless sleep or just zoned out. It had felt nice.
“Damn bandits,” Vyn looked disappointed and reluctantly sheathed the flute. “Simple times are ...
2024-05-06 12:08:26 +0000 UTC View PostA man with a crazy smile. A scream. A sharp blade piercing something that was not flesh. It tore at the old man through whose eyes Alan was watching it all happen. Then there was only blackness.
Alan opened his eyes with a start and pulled away. That had been much less information than he’d expected.
“Well?”...
2024-05-05 19:44:47 +0000 UTC View PostThe horses swerved to the side in time and dodged Sunday’s struggling form. They passed a hair away from him while kicking up dust under the various colorful curses of whoever was holding their reins.
Sunday himself was fuming as he rolled barely dodging a cart’s wheel. He scrambled up making sure his bag was on him...
2024-05-05 12:43:10 +0000 UTC View Post“I think improving [Last Glimpse] sounds interesting. I should be able to handle others in time. It is the strangest of my skills by far and one I was going to sell but decided to learn by pure chance,” Alan finally said.
It made sense to him to improve what he understood least. [Last Glimpse] offered him a vision o...
2024-05-05 12:38:45 +0000 UTC View PostThe more they advanced the more sketchy the explanation of how Hark had this knowledge seemed in Sunday’s mind.
A ranun who spoke the common tongue and knew a way out of the swamp had visited the village and shared the knowledge. Sunday was the first to admit he didn’t know a thing about the toad people. Maybe they ...
2024-05-04 11:10:04 +0000 UTC View PostSunday eventually gave up. Part of the writings were downright jibberish, and even words he couldn’t understand were thrown in there. Perhaps some old dialect Jishu was fond of using or a language pack Sunday wasn’t given.
It was all about circulating the ‘breath’, which gathered the essence of the world and mad...
2024-05-04 10:54:14 +0000 UTC View PostThe inside of the otherwise unimpressive building was like an old-school gym, only made with magic and by someone who didn’t value their things.
Not that Alan had seen the insides of a gym other than in movies, but the place just gave that sense. As if thousands of men and women had shed blood and sweat to become a be...
2024-05-03 12:10:11 +0000 UTC View PostThe silence was deafening.
Arten coughed in discomfort and looked around, but no one met his eyes. Sunday felt something was wrong. His palms were growing itchy again, which was a bad sign. For someone.
“There’s no map,” Arten said.
Sunday stared at him, then grinned. “I see. You might be confused. Y...
2024-05-03 10:36:41 +0000 UTC View PostIn the end, Arten took it upon himself to tie up every single one of the gathered, including the crying little boy. The chief was still alive, despite the hit that should’ve broken his neck. It was only right for the undead to be tough. At least some of them.
Sunday watched over Pearl as Arten scoured the village for ...
2024-05-03 10:28:26 +0000 UTC View PostThe community hall was just a larger barn-like building made the same way as the huts. It was near the small shed where Sunday had fallen coming to this world. It was not built on supports rising above the water like most of the huts, but the earth around it was dry as can be – a testament to Arten’s hard work.
Ther...
2024-05-03 10:17:31 +0000 UTC View PostCrossing the river was a glorious affair. Fatty seemed eager and happy to transport Sunday and even threw an expectant gaze toward Arten, who, after some mocking from Sunday finally bit the bullet and stepped onto the massive alligator’s back.
Sunday tried to remain standing, striking a majestic pose as he rode the mo...
2024-05-03 09:27:41 +0000 UTC View PostThe walk back was done in silence. Sunday felt strange, yet quite happy with his new spell. He couldn’t wait to summon the golden page and check out the name. Names were important, even if the information they gave was vague.
He felt the spell would be pretty straight forward though. Maybe good for a quick takedown if...
2024-05-03 09:07:22 +0000 UTC View PostSunday didn’t fully trust in Old Rud’s many lessons. He was smart enough to know things were not black and white, and that personal experiences skewed the man’s view of the world. It was one thing to know, and another not to allow himself to become the same.
Memories of the old bastard came often since Sunday had ...
2024-05-03 08:53:52 +0000 UTC View PostChief Hark sat sullenly in his hut. There was no sign of Arten, nor the undead man that had fallen from the sky. This could be both good and bad, but something was gnawing beneath his long-dead flesh. He hadn’t felt much anxiety after he had been touched by the gift of undeath. Even in the face of betrayal, he had been calm...
2024-05-03 08:23:42 +0000 UTC View PostSunday didn’t linger much longer after healing himself. Learning the true Black Breath was a large undertaking and he was in no rush to face the second hound. Not before finding out what was going on.
Waking Arten and removing the ropes and rusty chains binding him proved to be a slow task. The human in his delirious ...
2024-05-03 08:10:22 +0000 UTC View PostNote: One more, then I'll do some writing before bed 'cause I'm very behind. How would you guys feel if I actually took time to write short passages from the books found along the way and post them as interludes or just... notes? I think it's a cool addon to the worldbuilding for whoever enjoys that. Just an idea if I find th...
2024-05-02 19:25:43 +0000 UTC View PostSunday opened his eyes. This session of meditation had gone much better. He was growing acquainted with the Black Breath quite fast. Each of the places in his body from where he had initially taken essence to form his core acted as vortexes that drew in the energy of the world and gave it to him. That led him to believe that ...
2024-05-02 19:14:30 +0000 UTC View PostThe ancient independent city of Tur-Avith rested amidst rolling hills and jagged mountains. A diverse, vibrant place, home both to the strange undead, the adaptable humans, and all else who deemed it fit to shelter them from the weather and the dangers outside its walls. Manors and castles stood out between the rows of...
2024-05-02 08:47:39 +0000 UTC View PostSunday kept weaving through the swampy terrain, narrowly dodging the tireless mutt’s attempts to free him of an appendage and life. The hound didn’t care. It tore through trees and mud like a tank. It was, after all, a monstrous dog that ate souls and murdered anything in its way. However, right now it acted as if it was ...
2024-05-02 08:46:40 +0000 UTC View Post
