Biter

Adam had collected a hammer from D’ar, learning how to do something with monster parts, similar to what Sebas saw the first time he brought materials to the repairsmith, he repeats the same failing process: tossing in a rabbit horn, letting it burn, placing dubious powders on it, then beating it in hopes that it would reach the splendor of a white reinforced material.

Sebas ruffled Adam’s hair as he walked past the adventurer, as he made his way through to D’ar to ask “You got any lock picks or breakers?”

“You found a treasure chest?”

“I just want to give Dick a visit, it’s my birthday you know,” Sebas said with brash.

“Ah, just breaking and entering? I thought I would have to charge you more,” D’ar retorted with a snippy attitude.

“Do you have the bits and pieces or not?”

“Y’ever use a pick lock in your life boy? You don’t strike me as the kind of street rat with a spine.”

“Happy birthday,” Adam said belatedly.

Sebas gave Adam a thumbs up of appreciation.

“I didn’t know you were the sovereign of street rats, to what do I owe the pleasure milord D’ar.”

“Ha, I’ll be the king when a kid like you is able to get a proper class; I’m not giving you lock picks to break into some guild-worker’s home just cause you don’t like him.”

“How do you know about dick?”

“Me eyes ain’t them they used to, you smell like death.”

“Damn, is it that obvious?”

“Were they both “red players”?”

“How’d you know?”

“Quit with the questions, answer directly boy.”

“Yes, they were both red players.”

“What are you guys talking about?” Adam piped up.

“Nothing.” They said together, not wishing to intrude his innocence or focus.

“Just sell me a lockpick.”

“You’ll need 10 if you’ve never used one before, if my guess is correct, you don’t know shit about locks.”

“They use keys,” Sebas stated.

“My word, we must have a regular genius; 10 silver for 10 picks.”

“I am a humble urchin, ser, I don’t know anything about this fancy thing you call… pick?”

“Minimum 8 silver.”

“Cheapskate.”

[CoinPurse: 51S 59C -> 36S 59C]

“Come on Adam, I need more money, and you’re able to turn whole rabbits into cash stacks.”

“No, fuck off I’m busy,” Adam said while focused on his work.

Bewildered, Sebas fluttered his eyes and went back and forth from D’ar to Adam.

“Damn. Sounds like you better let the little adventurer work.” D’ar stated, chuckling to himself.

“I guess I might as well…” Sebas muttered to himself.

“Sebas.” Adam said.

“Yes?”Sebas asked, a bit concern taking over.

“Happy Birthday!” He exclaimed, tossing a pure white palm sized horn to Sebas.

A handful of small metal slabs, with an angled curve on thin extensions are in Sebas’ palm slid into a small purple pouch.

[Magic Bag {Capacity 3%}: 1x , 1x, 10x, 1x ]

Sebas attempts to jingle the pouch, only for a strange silence to be the only lack of noise the pouch makes, the strange silky cloth doesn’t even make noise when smacked against a hand.

The portcullis of the arena-like fort closes as Sebas leaves. Sebas kicks the guild desk after confirming dick is still on duty, giving him a hearty startle as a small hole is made by Sebas’ rotting boots.

“Later dick.”

“Later…”

Making almost leaping strides, Sebas runs towards the southern entrance several horned rabbits chasing after him.

[Rabbit’s Hatred has begun]

They are soon lost to his dust as his rivals that of three athletic humanoids, clearing the span of four miles within ten minutes, his now excessive score rivaling that of level 5 tankers.

[Rabbit’s Hatred has ended]

[Access. 12 Stat Points are available for Distribution.]

Sebas thought to himself. If he placed every single stat point in dexterity, that would make him a threat that only a professional assassin’s speed would create, his stats leaned heavily into the invisible hands of the “physical” pillar, where the “mental” pillar was placed outside of his influence.

It wouldn’t be impossible to say he was a: “dullard whose looks were only as good as his attitude.” But, that doesn’t mean he couldn’t beat the overloving snot out of whomever was referring to him as the such and such dullard.

Making his way through the sconced hall, Sebas shoved the massive iron door open, to reveal an unhappy Elimir somehow awaiting for him.

“Sebas.”

“Sir Elimir?”

“We need to talk.”

Inside a small room behind the booth, carved out from the side of the mountain, Sebas sat at an interrogation table, Elimir holding some magical item that flashed an eye of white light at him.

“Did you kill someone?”

“No.”

“Then why were you somewhere where your guild tag marked two dead adventurers.”

“Are you aware as to what a “red player” is sir Elimir?”

“How the hells do you know what a red player is?”

“I killed two someones who wishes bodily harm and possibly death to me.”

“So you did kill someone?”

“I killed a couple someones, not just a single one.”

“Sebas you can’t just kill another adventurer, that places a flag on your file.”

“What kind of flag? The kind that makes me seem inept, or one that makes me seem competent.”

“A murder’s flag.”

“You owe the guild twenty silvers.”

“Is that all it costs for a life these days?”

“Sebas this is serious, you’d be in jail if I wasn’t unofficially your handler.”

“Sounds like it would make for an exciting birthday,” Sebas retorted.

“You’re horrible.”

“I guess that makes us twins, sir Elimir.”

Rubbing the bridge of his nose, Elimir looked down in a stressed demeanor fitting a mother scolding her son.

“You’re a good lad, Sebas, but you should’ve dragged them out of the dungeon, and brought them to the guild.”

“Would you have believed me?”

“Yes.”

“Would anyone else have believed me?”

“Y-… I’m not sure,” Elimir states honestly.

“There are still proper ways this gets handled, Sebas.”

“Do you want to know who paid them to kill me?”

“This was planned?”

“Dick, the blonde guild guy who acts all high and mighty like his britches are suspended from the lord’s manor.”

“Who? We don’t have anyone named Dick at the guild Sebas, not that I know of.”

“Dick Sheygast.”

“Sebas, you bumbling idiot, that’s David Sheygast, the son of Richard Sheygast, the lord of Eruka’s son.”

“It’s probably a good idea I didn’t go into his home and wait to kill him.”

“Niorr… you’re a fucking lunatic Sebas. What in god's names is wrong with you?”

“Dick junior hired two thugs, some Cirris and Dumas to enforce a tariff on my rabbit farming rewards.”

Silence fills the room as Elimir sighs, a little bit of silence is broken by tapping of his fingers, before shouting, “ELISE, COME IN HERE WOULD YOU?”

A young guild-maiden comes through at the loud shouting, she wears a standard leather uniform that is made up by a button up officer coat with metal buttons along with a red thread line that runs parallel to to the seams, heavy and dress pants as well make the outfit complete, but compared to Elimir who just wears a leather tunic and the dress pants and boots, it makes the girl appear more professional.

“Please escort my idiot, make sure he performs his report to the guild, if he doesn’t call the guard and let me know.”

A more common salute than the strange one Adam does, tapping her heels together Elise hits her chest with a fist, the back side has a 90 degree angle of her other elbow as her arm sits behind her back.

“Come along Sebas,” She says, while motioning Sebas towards the door.

“You can probably just let me go by now,” Sebas said, while walking in front of the rigid attendant.

“Sir Elimir has said you are a liability, as unpredictable, I will retaliate with force if need be.”

Sebas shrugged and began walking faster.

“You seem a lot more stuffy than I first saw a few days ago, they really put that guild army mindset up in that little brain of yours.”

“I am just doing my job, and you would be best to do as I say.”

“Right, right, you’re the boss, sorry for making conversation.”

The pair walk through the forest trail where a deer with white horns leaps out in front of the both, prompting Sebas to run after it.

“COMERE YOU SACK.”

The majestic creature bellows while Sebas leaps onto its back, an exacerbated groan comes from the girl as Sebas bites down onto the creature’s neck sprays blood, several dozen stabs come from his knife launches into the shoulder of the beast.

It bucks the boy off and stabs him with an antler, making Sebas yell an unimpressive “oof”, not only injured but bloody from deer blood, Sebas sits upright as the deer begins to charge towards him, the guild attendee’s blade shines yellow ready to defend, as the beast collapses.

[Notice: Kill confirmed, Level 2 White Stag]

[Shared Experience Points have been collected]

[Skill Experience has been gained.]

“Are you crazy?” Elise asked.

“What? That was practically self defense, like everything else today.”

“You really are an idiot, just like he said.”

“Huh?” Sebas asked, while sawing off the antlers of the stag, looking back at her.

“Hurry up, I ought to arrest you for acting on your own.

“I just need the pelt.”

“Disgusting.”

“I’m sorry we’re not all rich girls who can afford everything, after all, you know how expensive a murder bounty is?”

“1 gold per person, 10 silver for self defense.”

“Oh: I was defending myself.”

“They will bring in a so just keep telling yourself that.”

Sebas nodded to himself, happy about that, “maybe there is justice in this world.”

“Hurry up, Tiny.”

“Hey! Don’t you dare start repeating what that freak man says.”

“If it gets you going, and less chatty, I will say everything that man repeats, Tiny.”

Sebas grumbled while skinning the beast, removing the fur for later, rolling it up and placing it into his magic bag, while he removes the shoulders entirely, letting the guts of the animal spill out from his inelegantly separating the torso and the spine from the front and back legs, slicing open the stomach and allowing the guts to spill.

“Do… Do you know anything about fishing?” Sebas asked, unsure why the thought crossed his mind.

“Well, some, my father taught me, but we can talk about that later, hurry up… gross.”

Sebas placed the meaty shoulders into his loot sack, soiling the entire bag with bloodstains, but not before removing the treasure chest and placing it inside his magic bag.

“Oho? A treasure chest? Congrats.”

“I don’t need to defend myself from you do I?”

“No… but it might help your case if you reveal it, lie or not.”

“Are you trying to help me?”

“No, just don’t want you to be out of options.”

“You’re odd.” Sebas said while looking at her, bag full of meat dripping behind him.

Outside the guild, Elise looked at the blood splattered copperplate, he looked timid, distressed, his hair had become more unkempt than usual.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, I’m pretending to be scared so I look innocent.”

“You are the worst.”

Sebas shrugged and walked into the guild doors, Elise following.

The entire hall of drunken patrons laughed as the blood covered boy walked through, one of them yelled “RABBIT SLAYER.” Apparently he had been busy enough getting out of poverty to become a legend within a week. “The. tiniest. rabbit.ever,” Someone mocked Elimir’s voice.

“I’m going to kill him.”

“He just likes you, he wouldn’t literally stick his neck out for you if he didn’t.”

Sighing, Sebas walks over to the guild booth, squelching bloodied boots and a loud thud sound as a bloody sack of deer meat was dropped onto the desk, “White stag meat.”

The guild attendant looked unhappy as she pointed towards the merchant’s corner, where a butcher with a beautiful gray chevron mustache complemented his balding head. “Over… there,” She stated. Elise also attended the conversation, stating “and a murder report.

The hall of adventurers ooo-ed like a group of kindergarten children when someone got in trouble.

Sebas paid no heed to the report, as he had a much better understanding that money from the deer meat would benefit him than Elise and the girl at the counter would… ms raven? Sebas wasn’t sure, Adam probably knew, but he didn’t remember who was who.

[CoinPurse: 36S 59C -> 66S 59C]

“Can you believe they buy that stuff for 40 copper per pound?” Sebas asked Elise.

“The lie detector user will be here for your symposium soon, so just take a seat and don’t go anywhere.”

“It’s really good money Elise, that got me 3 people’s worth of self defense.”

“You’re detestable.”

“Thank you.”

“Ms. Faeyth?”

The elf smiles at Sebas courtly, giving a small nod and bow.

“Oh good I thought I would’ve got someone who just said they had a lie detector.”

“We have a business to get to, may we start now?”

The guild officers, Elise and some other girl nodded, while Sebas splayed down onto a once nice couch used for a back room office.

“Sebas, do you promise to tell the truth.”

“Yes.”

“He’s lying.”

“Sebas!” Elise yells.

“Okay okay, I’ll consider it.”

“That one is less of a lie.”

“Sebas.”

“What do you want, I’m not going anywhere, and I have enough to pay off the self defense charges.”

“Truth.”

Elise sighs while the other guild attendant asks new questions.

“Have you killed anyone.”

“No”

“Sebas!”

“He’s not entirely lying, it would seem he doesn’t deem what he did “murder.””

“That’s just a crowd of crows.”

“Did you end the lives of anyone.”

“Yes.”

“Truth.”

“Did you have malicious intentions while you were in the process of “ending lives.””

“Yes.”

“Why did you kill them?”

“Self defense, morbid sense of justice, and because that prick, Dick Jr sicked his lackeys onto me, when he knows damn well that I don’t deserve whatever incompetence he feels in comparison towards my ex-family.”

“He only doesn’t believe the justice part.”

“You’re really good at this miss fayeth, I tried to sneak one on you.”

“So they attacked you first?”

“…”

“Sebas?”

“I saw a poison tipped knife.”

“Truth.”

“Did they attack you first?”

“No.”

“Truth.”

Elise sighs.

“That’s all I need.”

“They admitted to planning to kill me, after I interrogated Dumas, they were both something called a “Red Player” according to the god windows.”

That stops the interrogator, making her turn around.

“Are you a red player?”

“I have no idea.”

“It’s the truth.”