Felia was hiding behind an oak tree. She knew that around the tree trunk laid a loger. Luckily, after several days of constantly moving from place to place she was covered in blood, shit and even a rare talon could be seen stuck in her chain armour, and the cat in question wouldn’t be able to tell her apart from other animals in its close proximity. She held a dagger that she recently bought right before leaving the Vienum city with the mace on her hip.

She started slowly going around the tree, trying to make as little sound as possible. The grass rustled and small twigs cracked under her feet. An occasional bug flew right in front of her face and she waved them away. And yet, the cat twitched its ears with eyes closed, unaware of the consistent, but slow upcoming danger.

Rogue looked around the trunk to see, where the cat was in a relationship to her. The loger’s face and body had a lot of scars that told its long and soon to be ended history of victories against numerous opponents. Felia was afraid. Her heart seemed to stop and to beat incredibly fast, both at the same time. She was hot and frozen. “You’ve got this, Fel. This thing has no clue you are even here”, she mentally told herself. She took a deep and silent breath, went into the open and smashed the dagger blade in the loger’s eye.

You have dealt 89 damage.

You have destroyed one of the target’s eyes.

Stealth is now level 4.

Level up! You are now a level 5 Rogue. You may now redistribute 5 points between Dexterity[21], Endurance[18], Charisma[16].

It roared in pain, sprang right up to its feet and swiped at the proposed attacker, which… wasn’t there. It sniffed the air and looked all around itself, only to find a mace striking it in the head.

You have dealt 95 damage.

Your target is now dizzy for 10 seconds due to the blunt trauma.

It took a step back, when an arrow whizzed right under its belly. The loger snapped its head to the direction, from which the arrow came, spraying its red blood with yellow-green liquid that was once its eye, snarled and sprinted there. Felia ran after it a second later, as the cat leapt into the bushes.

As the elf got to the place, where the cat ran, she found somewhat horrid, but a victorious scene. The cat laid half-dead on the dirt beneath with an axe stuck out of its neck. Syln pulled his axe up and brought right back on the struggling creature, when it tried to stand up. Even more blood splattered around as the axe hit the cut open neck, exposing the clean white spine, with something slowly drooling out of it. Loger gargled, its slabber and snot mixed with the blood. The dwarf brought the axe one last time cutting the head from the body.

Your target has been killed.

You have assisted 18% of damage required. You got 18% of the kill XP.

Level up! You are now a level 6 Rogue. You may now redistribute 10 points between Dexterity[21], Endurance[18], Charisma[16].

Quest ‘Kill the loger’ from ‘Dorf town’ was successfully completed.

Kill the loger 1/1

Return to ‘Dorf town’ to turn the quest in and get your reward (100PP, 100XP).

Felia hadn’t noticed it at first, but her eyes caught its glimpse, she saw that the loger’s front legs were covered in ice and five arrows stuck out of the creature’s body. Syln took the axe out of the ground and cleaned off all the blood and some fur stuck to its blade by smearing it all on the grass. Blood slowly poured from both the severed head and neck.

Bokh stood next to Syln, holding his staff. Cervella dropped next to Felia, startling her. She held a bow and a quiver of arrows peeked from her shoulder. With a smug expression on her face the ranger looked the rogue over. “Well done”. This phrase was bursting with sarcasm.

“You were the one who missed”, answered Felia defending herself.

“We told you that you were only supposed to hit it with your dagger”.

“It was going to cut me in half!”

“Not if you’d have done as you were told!”

“C’mon, panis! There’s nothing to argue about”, the dwarf interrupted them. “We’ve killed it, that’s what matters”.

Cervella moved towards the body and snatched the arrows out of it. “Bokh wouldn’t need to use his spells, if she hadn’t fucked up”.

“Hey!” Felia was indignant.

“That’s why we took him with us,” the dwarf protested.

“Y-yes”, said Bokh as quietly as ever. “And it’s not like we need these spells right now”.

Cervella looked at each of them and walked off in the Dorf direction. With a little sight the rest followed her.

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The twenty minute walk was silent as none of them wanted to argue with each other. Well, nobody wanted to argue with Cervella, and she didn’t want to argue with them. It didn’t mean they thought themselves wrong, quite the opposite, actually.

The Dorf town border were more obvious than that of Vienum city. Little houses dotted it as a puncture line, farmers were coming in and out of there rushing to the markets in the cities close by, guards stood at the either sides of the roads. The town square consisted of several houses surrounding a small fountain, the water in which was barely leaking.

One by one they entered the town hall. At the end of the room, at a small table sat a guard. Next to him sat Muscol. He was concentrated on his feet, tapping them in unison. As soon as the group opened the door, both of the men looked at them.

“Here you are,” said the elf, as he rummaged through the papers on his desk. “I’ve got the message. Ah!” He took a single piece of paper and held it above the table. “Here it is”. He quickly glanced it over, his grey lips slightly moving as he read it to himself. “Mhm...” The guard looked under the table and placed four jingling pouches on it. Syln took the little bags and put them in the one Muscol took from his back. “Now that this is over with, are you willing to take another quest?”

Syln looked over his companions for any suggestions. When non came, he said: “Are there any escort quests available?”

“Sure. Third one from the left”. The guard jabbed a thumb at one of the boards and got back to his work.

Muscol stood up and joined the group as they approached the board titled ‘Escorts’. Several hanged papers littered it leaving almost no space between themselves, they covered each other, some of the quests were written on few close together papers with quests already on them. Syln stood in front reading each of the quests he could see, with the two elves and two humans behind him. He made a step forward and pointed at one of the quests that got his eye. “Is that ok?”

Felia approached the board to read the quest the dwarf pointed at. “Yeah”, she nodded. “Even a little bit over the top?”

Cervella clicked her tongue. “Let me see”. She pushed Felia away and leaned over to read what these two were talking about. Her eyes got twice as big. “That’s excessive!”

Bokh and Muscol glanced at each other confused.

“It’ll do the job, Cerv”.

“And pay us too”, Felia supported.

“Doesn’t mean that we should do it!”

Syln tore the paper from the board. Cervella protested, but he didn’t listen to her and, as he approached the guard, placed the quest in front of him. The elf looked at it, then at Syln, back to the paper and back at the dwarf. “Are you sure you want to take this quest?”

“We are”, said the warrior before the ranger could interject.

“Alright”.

You have accepted the quest ‘Escort Hudal’ from ‘Hudal’.

Escort Hudal to Halfling Prairies 0/1

Reward: 1500PP, 1000XP