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Technocide || Chapter 13
🕑 Added 2019-01-09 21:49:25 +0000 UTCPatreon does not like blue boxes. That being said the formatting from this story will always look a little weird. I haven't updated this story in a while, and I don't know of any of you read it on RR. If you do, sorry and let me know so I know to give it a little more TLC.
Going to build a backlog of this one on here before I resume on RR. It's officially old enough to make it to trending so I will want to do daily uploads, and haven't been in the daily writing mood recently.
[Little Piglet (Ariel Variation) slain. At the end of the day, it was your spear that slayed the beast. Due to method of victory, .01 Agi has been awarded.]
“Son of a bitch.” The laughing, which may have just been a figment of my imagination, had already faded into non existence, or was it never existence? For a long time, at least 30 minutes, there was no movement in my little corner of the woods. Not from me, the trees, or the boar’s corpse. When the pain in my chest had finally subsided, and I was breathing regularly again, I sidled out from under the boar on my ass.
The wooden spear that’d I’d lovingly carved that very same morning was pinned to the ground by hundreds of pounds of pork and feathers. The spear entered through the nose of the boar and exited out a man made hole behind its skull. The blood still dripped down the shaft, staining the previously light colored wood a dark red, and pooled on the ground. It’s probably weird to say, but the vibrant red looked really good on the autumn leaves scattered around the forest floor.
I didn’t think I am going to get that spear back. A real shame considering how long it took to carve. I decided I would call it an early day, partially because I was tired and partially because my knees would not stop shaking from excess adrenaline. I whipped out my knife and got to work setting up a campsite.
I was on my own now, so I would be spending the night in a tree. It would be a lot more uncomfortable, but I didn’t have someone here to stand guard while I slept so I was better off out of sight in the trees than on the ground. Short of another flying pig or harpy, I should be safer in the branches than on the ground. Several of the oaks around here looked sturdy enough to hold me, so I decided I would camp nearby.
Step one was spear recovery. I walked up to the deceased pig and eyed it. The creature was almost as large as I was and had to weigh at least 300 pounds. Combine that with a wingspan that was as long as I was tall and you had a very terrifying looking piglet. I stuck my foot on the back fat right below the neck and grasped my spear from where it was protruding from the boar’s skull. Each tug on the spear gave a little bit more until, several pulls later, the wooden pole came loose with a slurp and a pop.
Although it was disgustingly sticky and damp with blood, the overall integrity of the spear withstood the charge and was still in one piece. It would probably need to be sharpened again, or at least retipped, but the weapon was still useable. Speaking of weapons, I suddenly had an idea.
First up, I dug a hole with my hands and a flat-ish rock I found nearby. I wanted to clean the boar and see if I could salvage some meat and its tusks. The hole was for the entrails and whatever I didn’t cook tonight. There was already a change that the smell of blood would draw predators, but I didn’t want to tempt them even further with decaying meat left out.
After a couple more hours I found myself the proud possessor of two very sharp, medium length boar tusks. Unlike most boars I’d seen in pictures, this boar’s tusks had jut straight forward rather than curving upwards, shaped more like horns. I wrapped the wide ends that had been located in the beast's jaw with hide to make a grip. I also roasted a few pounds of boar meat wrapped it in boar skin before stashing it in my pack. When my sinew finished drying out a week or so from now, I’d be able to use one of the boar tusks as a spear head, but for now they were really good for stabbing things, probably.
Without much more to do I dragged the rest of the boar’s corpse over to the hole I dug and buried it before casting my [Growth] spell back to back. This managed to convince the nearby vegetation to take to the carcass like a compost and explode into growth, burying it under a new born bush that looked at least a year old. There was a tugging sensation at the back of my head when this happened, like it was something I’d seen before in a dream. That was swiftly overwritten with a lightheaded spell from expanding my mana, so I crawled up into the tree I’d selected to sleep the night away.
Once I was cradled in my little nook far away from the forest floor, I realized that I was tired yet. The sun was still shining through the trees, and my mind was still roaming. For the first time in a long time I started trying to interact with my interface and pulled up some information on my new skills and spells.
[Skill: Farming
Due to intimate knowledge or experience with farming, the following crops are less susceptible to disease, drought, or pests when grown by you. They will also have a slight increased yield.
Peppers: Bell
Tubers: Atlantic Potatoes, Sweet potato
Herbs: Chives, Parsley
Vegetables: Snow Pea
Misc Harvestable: Acorn, Dwarf Chestnut, Pecan, Blackberries, Blueberries, Strawberries, Mulberries, Youngberries, Wild Onion, Wild Potato]
The farming was to be expected, considering I was raised on a farm and had access to a spell specifically catered to enable rapid farming. I was a little surprised to see how extensive the list had gotten since leaving home, but I guess it was to be expected considering how often I’d used the spell on various plants since leaving. I wondered how long it would take until the spell upgraded again, I’d heard it was one of the easier ones to master.
[Skill: Reading
Due to intimate knowledge of the language, you have obtained the ability to read, and therefore write, in the following languages. Reading works in this language will improve retention of subject matter.
English
Arcanus]
English was self explanatory, it being the primary language of the now collapsed union of states that Florida once belonged to. Arcanus, however, was news to me. I hadn’t read the skill definition for reading before, so this was the first time I was seeing it. After a couple moments of deliberation, I decided it must be the language that the spell pages are written in. Arcanus is close enough to Arcane, and the page for [Growth] is the only thing I can remember reading that wasn’t english. Definitely the only thing that I’d read and understood.
[Spear (Basic)
You know basic spear maintenance and handling. Wounds you inflict with a polearm damage slightly more, are more prone to finding vital points, and cause more bleeding. Polearms in your possession need less maintenance, and are maintained easier. ]
Guess that explains how the wooden spear I’d crafted didn’t snap in half when the boar plunged itself into it. Next!
[Acrobatics(Basic)
You have a basic understanding of how the human body moves. Improves flexibility by a small amount. You are less likely to sprain a muscle through abrupt movement. Take a small amount less damage from falling.]
Only one skill left.
[Maintain Consciousness(Basic)
You are less likely to lose consciousness against your will, be it from exhaustion, poison, or mental attacks. When losing consciousness, you will be slightly more aware and capable in the moments leading to blackout. Less likely to lose memory due to loss of consciousness.]
Wow! That skill did a lot more than one would assume from the name. Reading the tooltips on my skills turned out a lot of good information, apparently, and I decided I would check upon gaining every new skill from now on.
[Spell: Growth (Minor)
The mage expends an amount of mana (No less than 7 for a full cast) to encourage grown in targeted plants. Fully grown plants will concentrate more towards flowering and fruiting.
More or less mana can be funneled into this spell for increased or decreased effect, efficiency will be lost.
School of magic: Wood
Evolutions: [Entangling Roots]
Unlock Method: Man-made(Apprentice Laura White) Arcanus Writ (Durability 3 of 3)]
[Spell: Entangling Roots (Weak)
The mage expends an amount of mana (No less than 5 for a full cast) to encourage grown in targeted plants. Plants will experience explosive growth of roots and/or vines in the direction of directed adversary, willed with the intent to bind and fasten.
More or less mana can be funneled into this spell for increased or decreased effect, efficiency will be lost.
School of magic: Wood
Unlock Method: Self-discovered combat-evolution of Growth.]
I wondered how many people had ever discovered the evolution of [Growth]. The way the read out for entangling roots read, it had to be discovered in combat. I imagined that a spell sold for a copper to dirt-poor farmers in Florida didn’t have many widely-known combat applications. I started scheming on how I could capitalize on this knowledge. Maybe one day I’d be able to settle down and buy up tons of the spell pages before releasing the knowledge, sell them all out to the public at a big profit.
Either way I was starting to feel a bit tired, so I decided I would let sleep take me after all. I didn’t dream much that night, just fell into a thoughtless slumber. A slumber that ended far too abruptly shortly thereafter.
