Isran the Great

Isran didn’t enjoy her sleep. Elysi hadn’t returned to her room and no one had come knocking. When she got back she had spent the day sulking in Elysi’s room thinking about how Elysi was fucking other people. She tried to read the maps she had found before, she could process the words now, but they didn’t interest her so she made no real effort to understand the map.

The notes that she looted were mostly ingredient lists and recipes, she didn’t know half of the ingredients on the lists. She quickly abandoned that too.

Waiting up for Elysi was a dumb choice because the sheep girl never came up to the room so Isran just dozed off.

The next day she decided to ask Desmarcus about watches. She had no idea if the medieval-like game world had those but she really wanted one. Not knowing the exact time of day was messing with her.

She didn’t see anyone she knew as she left the building, Elysi had come back to the room, and she had left breakfast for Isran. The taller woman appreciated that she had started to think Elysi was too busy for her. She was happy that wasn’t the case.

Desmarcus silently led her through a different path, she had carried a couple of coins and her sword and shield this time, not wanting to be unprepared. Elysi had gotten her a few sandals in Kestin, she had not wanted to get them dirty and she noticed many others didn’t have footwear, but to meet the person that was training her she ought to be presentable at least.

It turned out there were watches in Thalbrin, they were square flat wooden devices with carvings etched into them. They were also quite expensive. Isran had picked up on the general value of the coins she held when Elysi had shopped in the religious district. Fifteen copper for a flat piece of wood seemed excessive when her shirt had cost two copper.

She didn’t complain however, she could very well be wrong about the value of wood in Kestin, or maybe the value of the lines.

“It's an enchantment.” The vendor smiled when he noticed Isran looking at the flat wood in confusion.

“How does it work?”

The vendor seemed a bit surprised at the question but answered it anyway. “Apply it is all, whenever you’d like to remove it you go to an enchanter.”

Isran was getting only more confused by his answer but Desmarcus helped alleviate her confusion. He gently took the wood from her hand and pressed the side with carvings into her slightly exposed upper chest, there was a slight itch and then he removed the piece of wood.

The large orc turned to the vendor pointed at the ‘watch’, then at himself.

“Ah... yes it is one use.”

Desmarcus nodded and tossed the wood back to the man before leading Isran away.

Isran was too busy trying to come to her senses. The enchantment didn’t overlay her vision with a clock or make one appear on her hand. She just knew the time. Just like that it didn’t matter that she wasn’t checking the sun’s position or that she wasn’t counting, it was like she was the clock. It was six thirty-seven am, Isran just knew that fact.

“Does it fade?” She whispered to Desmarcus, narrowly avoiding a large carriage.

The silent man nodded.

It was disorienting but Isran loved it, it was even better than a clock, she was the clock. They found the gnome from before fairly easily, he was at the same place with the same guards. There was also a grumpy-looking woman standing in front of his table.

She held a rapier and was covered in shiny golden amour. Her pink hair almost seemed to glow and her eyes were pitch black. No whites, just full black.

“Ah Desmarcus and his friend, meet Morgana Valtor your happy mentor.”

The woman, Morgana did not seem happy in any way. She did not refute his claim though, she said nothing.

Isran stood awkwardly at Desmarcus’ side, the orc patted her head gently, almost like an older brother, then nodded at Morgana and the gnome, and walked away.

The gnome tended to others as Morgana and Isran stared at each other. The longer they stared the more anxious Isran became. Did Morgana really not want to teach her? What if they didn’t like each other after the first lesson? Would Desmarcus be willing to help her get a new one?

Before Isran’s anxiety could consume her Morgana turned away from her, her hair turning along with her. “Come along.” Her voice was regal, the best descriptor Isran could think of.

Isran didn’t hesitate to listen. They walked towards a less crowded area of the adventurer’s hall lined with rows of weapons.

“Firstly I am your instructor but I am not some dictator, my words are to be taken as suggestions and not the rule of law.”

Isran nodded and straightened her posture slightly.

Morgan sighed. “Secondly use your words to respond.”

“Y—yes ma’am.”

Isran was surprised to see Morgana smile.

“I would usually test you on your basic ability but I can tell from your appearance you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Isran blushed at the observation. “Yeah... that is why I’m here.”

Morgana seemed to find her funny. “Fair enough. Drop your weapons, we will be discussing more technicalities today.”

Isran quickly did as she was told.

“I assume you are an active adventurer.”

“Yes, I am.”

“And you are not in any long-standing group.”

Isran thought about Elysi, were they an adventurering group? Even if they were long-standing was quite the stretch.

“No, I am not.”

Morgana hummed and drew closer to the rows of weapons. “Then I would advise that you change your choice of weapon, if you are not part of a frontline that shield is unwieldy, and the sword too short for you. Your height also brings forth the disadvantages of your short sword. If you are set on holding your shield I would advise swapping the sword out for a spear.”

Isran nodded as the pink-haired woman spoke, her pitch-black eyes were a bit unsettling but Isran stared at her forehead instead. “I have a skill that is dependent on bladed weapons.”

Morgana hummed. “I would’ve recommended a hammer or mace due to your height and reach, but if such constraints are already in place the next best thing would be a greatsword.”

Isran looked where Morgana was pointing, at a row of large swords.

“Those with wider widths could help negate the disadvantage of abandoning your shield. A greatsword is a single weapon so I cannot in right conscience recommend any shield for it.”

Isran nodded and looked at the swords, she would miss her shield, and fighting slime without it may prove difficult but that was the whole point of seeking training, to not be reliant on external factors.

She had already locked herself in with her LOYAL BLADE skill, the only thing she could do was make the best of that decision. Isran remembered her skill picks for level five she had put on hold and made her decision.

 

 

LOYAL STEED

YOU HAVE BEEN RIDDEN BY A SOUL BLESSED BY THE PERSONIFICATION OF LOVE AND SEX. THIS SKILL INCREASES YOUR ENDURANCE STAT BY 10 POINTS.

 

 

 

NAME: ISRAN THE GREAT                         

RACE: HUMAN                                                  

PRIMARY CLASS: WARRIOR                             

SECONDARY CLASS: KNIGHT                               

 

STRENGTH: 6         

DEXTERITY: 5          

SPEED: 5      

ENERGY: 5  

ENDURANCE: 15

 

 

SPECIFIC CLASS (1): KNIGHT OF GREATNESS [5]

SPECIFIC CLASS (2): NONE

HEALTH:  110/110                                                            MANA: 0/0

 

 

Isran noticed her increased overall health but dismissed her status sheet, she would ask Elysi about it later. If she could find the woman.

“I don’t know... do you have any suggestions?”

Morgana smiled. “Yes, I do.”