Biter

“Swordless, that is all I am, Swordless. My hands are hard and torn, I can’t feel the middle of my palms anymore.”

Rolling around a few rotten dried fruits in the middle of his hands, Sebas is trying to work up the strength to eat such sickening mushy fruits. I want to eat meat. I hate this.

Tossing rotten fruit into the town fountain, his hands are wet with scavenging attempts at wish-makers wasteful spending, catching the eye of several commoners around, finding a total of 4 copper pieces, all low quality and oxidized coins as well.

Perhaps a single glove, a rotten loaf of bread, or a quarter pound of off cuts at the butchers…

He sighs and holds the bridge of his nose, thinking that a highly noble needs to get a job, and what a pain in the ass it will be.

I feel like an abandoned noble’s magical beast.

A small drake that bit the hand that fed it, at a young age when it didn’t know better, that’s what I am.

Sitting on the fountain’s lip and examining the few scavenged coins, he sighs and gives in, making his way to the guild hall.

It’s time to become an adventurer.

Sunset in Eruka

under the lordship of Lord Hypher, a wheat central dungeon town with 3 entrances. Sebas Aren has lived within this city for 6 years like a bum. Several rumors have surfaced, a no-talent, useless, mutation skill, dishonorable nobility, child delinquent. Many, of which some are true, no-talent? Yes, that would be a true statement, he failed to be born with his father’s (Lightning Affinity) Trait. What’s more he wasted his life learning the sword without a skill to gain on the day before his 10th birthday.

Each child in this world gains a skill after being alive 3650 days, usually a hereditary amalgamation or a favorable chance to gain a certain different skill, with a high chance of similarity to the favored parent’s skill.

Sebas Aren was a hoped prodigy, the product of a selective breeding marriage, which ultimately blew up in the face of those who took part. That’s politics for you.

“I don’t think I have ever seen father so mad at something. Or disappointed.” Sebas stretched his arms around the back of his head, mumbling in distorted nostalgia while walking in each alleyway, hoping to find someone to mug him so he didn’t have to actually go to the guild hall and go through paperwork.

He would rather… well… fist fight an orc during mating season. probably.

With no takers willing to rob him of his 4, deserved copper pieces, Sebas pushes the meticulously thorough wooden door open, a massive dining hall with a giant chandelier made of shining beast bones, some sort of avian creature, loud parties of drunken camaraderie, a few even in the back of the drink pit are playing some sort of game where they take a shot of liquor and punch each-other in their armored heads. How fun.

On the opposite end of the tavern side are official booths with guild hall attendance officials, the females with some sort of silken garment, maid-like, while the males have some sort of special equipment, predominantly leather based.

“How can I help you” pipes up from the booth, as scrying eyes peer at Sebas.

“Work, preferably.”

“Have you registered yet sir?”

“No, I have not.”

“Would you like me to help you with the forms?”

“That is alright, thank you miss.”

With a curt smile, a packet of parchment is dropped on the counter with a quill, someone has seemingly managed to enchant such a thing where etching magical runes or circuits should be impossible, what a great shame, a worthless item with a valuable enchantment.

Stop looking at the quill Sebas, do the paper work.

A sigh escapes his lips and gets the attention of the guild maiden.

“Anything seem the matter sir?”

“No, I just don’t want this.”

“Don’t want any of what sir?”

“Nothing.”

Sebas clenches the quill and begins to fill out information.

Name: Sebas Aren (Disowned)

DoB: 6/30/3XXX

Magical Affinity: (None) [LV 0].

References: No why would I have any

Skills:

[Bite] Lv 1. [Lowest Level Swordsmanship] LV. 3

A crystal obelisk held in the hand of the guild handler is placed in front of Sebas “Please Confirm your attribute panel”

While fickle, the going theory as to why gods have allowed us to use these magical artifacts called “Identity Stones” is that a war is in progress, comparable to a primordial event that happened a long time ago with a certain race of dragons that just so happened to be humanity’s benefactors

Name: Sebas Aren

Species: Human [LV 3]

Class: [Unlocked at Level 10]

Strength: 6

Dexterity: 8

Constitution: 4

Intelligence: 1

Wisdom: 1

Charisma: 1

Free Stat Points: 0

Skills:

[Bite] Lv. 1

[Lowest Rank Swordsmanship] Lv. 3

The skills of a child, and a lowest rank monster skill, [Bite]. Do you know the worst part of a skill? The user has to use it for battle or function, only “proper” utilization of a skill will enhance it, striking a straw doll 1000 times will make a swordsman a swordsman, but [Bite]-ing your food doesn’t make you a “Bite”sman

Sebas turns in the documented attribute panel to the handler, and waits with clenched fists.

A few dozen minutes later, and a copper plate necklace along with a certificate is brought out for Sebas

“Here you are sir, would you like to register for any quests, Horned Rabbit dungeon subjugation is a common practice for a first job. You can treat it like an initiation here at the guild!”

“Is it possible to get somewhere to sleep as well?”

“Of course sir! Surely you must know that we have the cheapest lodging anywhere Eruka!” She seems proud of that, but it couldn’t be the worst place to sleep, as long as there aren’t roaches… I could live with rats but not the shelled insects… the way they look bothers me.

“Sir?”

“Oh- yes thank you, which way do I have to go to fight horned rabbits, are the entrances each the same?”

“No, if you exclude the north entrance, the Eastern and south-eastern entrances will be optimal hunting grounds for someone of your level, just avoid going in too far!”

“Thank you,” he says. Placing the guild artifact, copper-ranking plate ID necklace, on he begins to leave, before saying “Please do not wait up.”