When Simon bolted upright from his bed he was covered in a cold sweat, and thought he was going to be sick. “Goblins aren’t supposed to be this hard,” he yelled, to no one in particur, balling up his fists in rage. “They’re level one monsters!”
It was all he could do not to throw a fit, but he forced himself to calm down. Raging like this didn’t help anyone. What he o do ut the armor ba and go down… He couldn’t even finish the thought. There was no way he could go back down i right now. Even if that was the point of the game, there was nothing that said he had to do it right now. Simon studied himself in the mirror w if his stubble had gotten longer or the bags under his eyes had gotten deeper.
Were physical ges carrying over from each attempt, or was it just his imagination? Had the body he was in been in this simution for only a moment, or had it been here for days since he left the temple of Hedes? These were weighty questions that Simon didn’t feel like expl further, so instead he said, “Mirror - show me my character sheet,” he said, trying to find something - anything to distract himself from the horrible memory of beien alive by a pack of goblins. It hadn’t been quite as painful as the spikes, but it was far more revolting.
Name: Simon Jackoby
Level: 3
Deaths: 5
Experience Points: -4025
Skills: Archery [Very Poor], Armor (light) [Very Poor], Athletics [Very Poor], Cook [Very Poor], Craft [Very Poor], Deception [Very Poor], Escape [Very Poor], Iigate [Very Poor], Maces [Very Poor], Ride [Very Poor], Search [Very Poor], Sneak [Very Poor], Spears [Very Poor], Spell Casting [None], Steal [Very Poor], Swimming [Very Poor], and Swords [Poor].
“Well - that’s progress at least,” Simon said to himself, happy to see that at least he was a higher level now, despite the fact that his experience points kept getting more ive. He briefly wondered where his skill points were going if none of his skills were going up, but decided not to ask the mirror. It didn’t seem to know anything anyway, so what would be the point? Instead he got up and drank some wine while he tried to decide what he could do better ime. Certainly now that he khe right way, drowning wouldn’t be a problem at least, but how should he deal with the goblins?
Simon picked up the long bow and gave it an experimental pull, but he could barely move it, and ohe string was back, he couldn’t see how he’d support an arroull at the same time. Relutly he let it go with a satisfying twang, and put it ba the wall. Instead he picked up the crossbow. This was more familiar at least. It was more like the guns he was used to in shooters. Simon picked a bolt up, put it in the already cocked crossbow, and then took careful aim at the loaf of bread sitting oable te from him. Pulling the trigger turned out to be harder than expected, but once he did that, there was a higher pitched twang followed by a thud as he pihe bread to the wall behind it. It was a minor victory, but he was ecstatic. “Take that you slimy green skins!” he shouted.
That triumphant attitude was undone over the couple minutes as he struggled to restring the thing. He khe wide metal loop at the front of it art of that, and the first time he struggled to lift the string into pce he realized he’d fotten to reset the meism to give the string something to cat. So, he had to do it a sed time, painfully ping his fingers in the process. “Damn it,” he muttered, looking at the reset crossbow without much satisfa. It might be good for one shot - but he doubted he’d be able to reload it in the heat of battle. What he needed was a gun or a wand, or maybe even a [Trueshot] skill. Something simple that oint and shoot so he could show these monsters what happened when they fucked with him.
Maybe this would be enough for now though, he decided, putting his armor ba for what felt like the thousandth time. It was such a chore, and barely fit him. This time he journeyed back down into the pit with the full set of boiled leather, a sword, a spear, a crossbow, its bolts, and a couple torches. He was starting to feel like an hoo God adventurer. Carrying so many different tools made him feel like he could solve just about any problem - but it was also very bulky, and even with the scabbard to free up a hand he felt more than a little clumsy as he desded the stairs into the pit again.
This time he mao skewer one of the rats on his spear before he stomped the rest and he made record time through the trap byrinth now that the bats were no challe all. Even though the floors of this dungeon were never quite the same, they seemed to ge only very slightly between each attempt - so it was getting to where he could tell some of the trigger ptes by sight, and some of the traps by the scrapes their repeated triggering had made on the opposite wall. He was deeply ambivalent about his smooth progress though. On the one hand - getting through the first two floors without a scratch meant that he was definitely leveling up and well on his way to speed running this thing. The dowhough, was that the quicker he got to the goblin cave, the sooner he was going to have to fight himself some goblins.
The cave smelled just as bad as he remembered it, and Simon shuddered at the memories of sharp yellow goblih ripping into his flesh. He wasn’t sure how exactly he was supposed to see the oblin before it saw him, since apparently they could see in the dark while he he torch, but he moved very slowly forward, listening for the sound of the monsters, and he was eventually rewarded with the sound of footsteps around the bend. Simon tossed the torch behind a small rockfall a doze from him and hid in the shadows behind a stagmite, waiting for the creature. He realized a few seds after he tossed the torch that the thing might just shout an arm before it iigated, but even if it did, he’d be no worse than before. He didn’t want to have to fight four at once like before, and distra and misdire were the only allies he had.
Fortuhe sentry was curious, and it got all the way to the torch quietly. It even picked it up and looked around in fusion, but it never saw the shot that killed it. At this range Simon couldn’t miss and the bolt he loosed sank deep into the creature’s skull, dropping it on the spot. He smiled in satisfa, retrieving the torch. He debated reloading the crossbow, but he couldn’t imagine how much harder that would be in the dark, so he threw the strap over his shoulder and opted to tinue his slow way through the limestone cave relying on his spear instead.
A few hundred more feet and two turhe sulfurous stink had gotten so bad that Simon’s eyes watered before he finally found the real goblihere were four of them, and they were lounging around a bohat seemed to mostly be field by animal duhe mouth of the cave. There was more than enough light here, so he extinguished his torch before he attempted to peer around the area and see if there were any more of the buggers.
A quick look around the wide cave entrance didn’t reveal any mobliry’s but it did reveal a stone door carved into a so far from him. Simon was sure that had to be on the floor, and decided not to risk anht with these guys if he didn’t have to. Instead he crept through the rear of the shadowy cave, hoping to not to attract their attention. He was almost shocked wheually succeeded and made it to the door. The system hadn’t mao screw him over with some sort of automatic aggro or forced trigger or anything. But as soon as he tried to pull the ring on the door to open it he ged his mind, cursing himself for speaking too soon.
The thing started to open, but as it slowly slid open the grinding of stone on stone was loud enough to wake the dead, and it got stuck after only a few inches. Simon grunted and pulled harder, ign the sound of chattering and shouting that had started behind him. If he could just get it open a little further he’d… That train of thought stopped in its tracks as a crude arrow whizzed by his ear and bounced off the stone door. He whirled around, and looked for somewhere he could get cover, but there wasn’t much to be had, so instead he located the archer while it was knog another arrow to its bow, and charged it. It was a desperate thing. The oblins were heading towards him, and he didn’t look like he was going to make it in time, so instead he heaved bad threw his spear at the awful thing.
The spear went wide, because of course it did. He had no idea how you were supposed to throear. It did make the creature dud cower away from the blow though, and that was enough. Simon pulled his long sword from his scabbard, suddenly wishing he had brought a shield, and swung at the archer as soon as he reached it, cleaving it’s soft body almost in half before turning to face the other two. They started to approach him from opposite sides, but Simon was done being defensive. Instead of retreating he charged oh his sword raised and it immediately bolted and ran. Why wouldn’t it? If he was fighting a giant three times his ow with a ten foot long sword he’d run too.
Running didn’t save it though, and Simon cleaved its skull half a dozeer. He turo face the final goblin, breathing heavily, but the thing was already running out of the mouth of the cave, doing whatever it could to survive for one more day. Simo go. He didn’t he experience points bad enough to jog. What he needed was a rest and a nice cold sports drink. The water here was hopelessly polluted by goblin filth though, so instead he just sat there until he wasn’t winded, and therieved his spear before returning to the stone door.
Now that he wasn’t trying to be quiet, he put one foot on the wall and pulled with all his might and grunted loudly. This succeeded where his other attempts failed, opening up the door about halfway before it became solidly stuck. The gap revealed a dark stoaircase that was lost in the shadows after a few steps, so before he went down Simon lit his sed torch using the goblin campfire. Then he sucked in his gut, moved his equipment around, and squeezed through the tight spad into the stoairway beyond.
