*Thud!*
"Ooof!"
*Thud!*
"Oaaahhf!"
*Thud!*
"Doh!"
*Thud*
"FOuck!"
Michael's descent down the mountain certainly couldn't be called a pleasant one. His skin and clothes had been shredded numerous times already, and even the chainmail he'd been wearing was missing many ringlets that'd been torn away by jagged stone and trees growing out the side of the mountain.
Were it not for his Shadow Dance Passive, he would have died around four minutes ago. Alas, with every impact and subsequent air time, Michael was given ample time to heal before his next jolt.
*Thud!*
"God!-"
*Thud!*
"Damn!-"
*Thud!*
"IT!"
*Crack!*
Eventually though, Michael reaches the bottom of the mountain in a pile. His body was completely covered in dirt and dust, but he lacked the wounds you'd expect for obvious reasons. Unfortunately, it seems as if he'd traded one shitty situation for the next.
He'd fallen down the mountain and obliviously bounced into some sort of village? It was obviously not made by humans due to its primitive design, and his suspicions were only confirmed when many green figures existed out of their primitive huts to check out the sound.
"Why did it have to be Goblin?" he mutters to himself, grimacing slightly as he stands for the first time in minutes on unshattered legs. He'd lost his dagger after he'd fallen from the Griffin, but fortunately, the goblins seemed to be observing him instead of attacking, giving him enough time to equip himself.
He summons the Book of Commoners and quickly flips to the inventory page, pulling out a stored dagger and running at the nearest goblin. It gives a confused squeak but is taken completely off guard when Michael's dagger buries itself in its face.
Its skull wasn't as dense as a human's, allowing him to pierce the brain with ease before focussing on another target.
"CREEAaak!" one of the goblins finally shrieks, causing the others to bare their sharp disgusting-looking nail at him as they charge his position. Michael easily dispatches them however, the F-Tier mobs were no match for him who'd been hunting humans on the regular since he entered Antomiers.
"Shock."
*BBBzzzztch!*
"SCREE!? GUHK!"
In a matter of minutes, the goblin village had been decimated, with not a single one remaining after Michael's massacre. He takes some time to search the place, but doesn't find anything aside from rusty tools, inwardly breathing a sigh of relief at the lack of female hostages. He'd seen enough of Goblin Slayer to know what awaited those captured by these little creeps.
He washes his hands at a nearby stream and washes his face for what felt like the first time in years... His hygiene while imprisoned hadn't exactly been the best, not that he had any choice in the matter of course.
Once sure he wasn't covered in goblin blood, he stands and looks up at the sky in the general direction of where Prince Wale's ship should be. All the while habitually tracing a finger over his lips to check if his teeth were still present. Michael wasn't really aware that he was doing it, but weeks of being forced to pull out his own teeth had developed such a tick... It was the trade-off for not going insane some would venture.
Wardes was dead, but he was nowhere near achieving his vengeance. He'd make sure that Sheffield and Cromwell joined that Griffin fucker in hell, but for now he needed to focus on his own survival...
"Should I try to wait and see if they'll come for me?" he mutters to himself, wondering if he should even bother. He knew from the anime that Prince Wales was one of the better people in this world. He didn't really want to get involved in his struggles, to be honest, and those nobles surrounding him put Michael on edge. The hostility they displayed when he showed up was typical, they didn't show it to Wardes due to his status as a Viscount, so Michael was sure that even if he did return, he'd be made a servant or a guard of some sort.
"No. Fuck Wales and fuck Albion. I just want Sheffield and Cromwell dead." he mutters to himself before an idea pops into his head. "Yeah... Why bother with any of them, Louise had probably forgotten about him by now, and she was unlikely to help him return home with her Void Magic... But all that meant was that he had to find someone who would help him.
"Tiffania... The only problem is actually finding her."
Indeed, the floating continent of Albion was far larger than Michael would have expected. Plus the fact he had no idea where she actually lived meant that he'd be looking for a needle in a haystack.
"But first things first." he says while pulling out the Book of Commoners.
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Name : Michael Hunt
Rank : Common
Stats :
Strength : 10 > 14
Agility : 15.4 > 18.3
Intelligence : 13
Abilities :
[Gandalfr] : Enables user to utilise any weapon at two ranks above their current proficiency while granting them the knowledge necessary to use them. While wielding a weapon, temporarily gain +100% in all stats.
[Language Comprehension] : Enables user to understand all spoken tongues, and increase the rate of which they learn reading and writing.
[Basic Mana Manipulation] : Allows user more control over his magic, spells, and some abilities. Mana efficiency and control of power is increased.
[Pain Tolerence] : Allows user to endure great amounts of pain with little to no negative effects as a result.
Spirits :
Shadow Shaman : Lvl MAX
Slark : Lvl 8 > 15
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Looks like his time getting tortured wasn't all for nothing. Strength was linked to both physical strength and health. Meaning he could probably train it by taking damage, not that he'd start mutilating himself... He wasn't a masochist after all, despite what his new [Pain Tolerence] ability might suggest.
His bonus Agility from killing Wardes was also a boon, it was quite the increase compared to the usual stat gain. Though, he wondered how much of it was killing Wardes and how much of it was his suicidal leap off of the airship and subsequent tumble down the mountain, followed by the goblin massacre... Not to mention those people he'd been forced to...
He shakes his head, his guilt making it difficult not to dwell on such thoughts. He wasn't in control of his body, but it certainly didn't make him feel any better, or any less angry.
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Spirit : Slark
Level : 8 > 15
Abilities :
Slithereen Strokes (Rank 4) : Allows user to swim with the same proficiency of the Slithereen race.
Dark Pact (Rank 4) : After a short delay, user purges most negative debuffs and deals damage to enemies around him, while also dealing damage to user. (User takes half damage)
Pounce (Rank 1) : User leaps a large distance while leashing any enemies he lands on. Leashed enemies will be unable to escape user for the duration of the ability.
Essence Shift (Rank 4) : User steals the life essence of enemies with each melee attack, draining each of their attributes and converting them to temporary bonus agility for the user. If user kills a target under this skill's effect, user will gain 0.1 Permanent Agility(Scales based on opponent strength).
Shadow Dance (Rank 2) : Active effect : User is able to shroud themself in a cloud of shadows that render enemies unable to target or detect them for the duration. Passive effect : User gains bonus movement speed and health regen while unseen.
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His Slark Spirit's levels weren't all that great an improvement if he were honest. Aside from Essence Shift and Shadow Dance, there wasn't all that great an increase in strength. He ranked Shadow Dance up once, then maxed out Dark Pact and Slithereen Strokes. The latter should come in handy eventually, but he still wasn't too keen on using Dark Pact now that its damage has been drastically increased.
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Dark Pact had definitely saved his life by ridding the Ring's control over him. But he wasn't sure how powerful the maxed-out version of it would be compared to its level one counterpart. There was a small chance he'd just melt into sludge as soon as he used it.
Regardless, he flips from his status over to his inventory and tosses off the mangled Loyalist gambeson. Instead, electing to wear a shirt under the mangled chainmail along with padded trousers and boots. His Cloak of Camoflague had been stolen after his captured, so he'd have to make do with the mundane brown one he'd used before.
Fortunately, despite his capture, Cromwell, Sheffield, and Wardes were unable to remove his Fairy Trinket, which still sits comfortably around his neck. They had attempted to cut the thread holding it around his neck, but every time they were repelled as if the Trinket itself was rejecting them. A useful feature that he hoped all Dota Artifacts would possess... This might also be the reason why you could only use one at a time.
Michael was most upset about losing his sword though, he could do without his magic cloak, but that blade had been a faithful companion to him for most of his time in Antomiers... Just another crime to carve into Wardes' tombstone he supposed.
Before he leaves this area in search of Tiffania, he flips through the pages of the Book of Commoners until he stops on Shadow Shaman's page. He looks down at the animated man and nods his head. "It's been a while."
...
"Ah, has it? I'm not sure time flows the same way it does where you are, young one." Rhasta states unsurely before pointing at him, or, what he was depicted as in Rhasta's view. "You look like you haven't slept a wink in days! What've you been up to, student!"
Michael shakes his head, "I got captured. And I escaped... Master Rhasta, do you know anything about Elves at all?" he asks, wondering if there was a way to track them... It probably wouldn't work due to their world's being drastically different, but a guy could wish, right?
"Elves...? I don't know much other than they are close with the Spirits. I met one that even claimed to be descended from one, but... I laughed in his face, huhahahahehe! Like the spirits would even touch a mortal! Heha!" he laughs, deciding not to probe Michael more on his recent experiences.
Michael shakes his head, "Again, is there a way to track them? With the Spirits help maybe?" he presses, not wanting to scour the whole of Albion just to find his target.
Rhasta shrugs, "Probably? But it'd take years for you do, forget about trying it." he casually remarks while falling onto his back, looking as if he was going to fall asleep any moment.
"Yeah... Thanks for your help, 'Master'." he mutters, closing the book with a huff. "Now, where to go..."
Michael walks over to the centre of the village and picks up a stick, holding it upright and letting it drop to decide which direction he'd head. "Alright, that away."
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Princess Henrietta sits opposite her mother while trying to not grimace. The Queen was barely holding back her anger, which was made obvious by how it sometimes slipped through her polite facade. "Mother, I-"
"Don't, Daughter..." the Queen almost growls as she slides forward a piece of paper, "You will tell me the truth of the matter, and only then will I decide your punishment... Did you write this?" she asks, allowing Henrietta to uncover the copy of the letter she'd written to Prince Wales.
Henrietta pales, her hands becoming clammy as cold sweat starts forming on her back, "Whe-" she starts but stops as the Queen's brow's scrunch. "Do not lie to me, Daughter."
...
"Y-yes mother. I did." she admits, but despite the tense situation she'd found herself in, her thoughts were drawn to how this letter became public, as well as how Prince Wales was doing... She didn't believe for a second that it was him who released it, meaning it'd been intercepted midway... It could only be Viscount Wardes or a rouge member of his unit. The fact that he hadn't returned yet made it clear that something had happened.
Henrietta's thoughts are broken as the Queen begins to speak, "Why, Daughter, did you write this? I was aware of your fondness for Albion's Prince, it was your father's intention to have you wed before he passed. But you know as well as I that the situation has changed... You may have just doomed Tristain with your single, selfish action." she states while retrieving another letter, this one looking far fancier than the copy of Henrietta's letter.
"This is a missive from the Germanian Emperor. Can you guess what his response is?" the Queen asks, her shoulders visibly trembling in anger.
Henrietta felt like curling up into a ball and crying, knowing exactly what the letter contained. "My engagement-"
"Yes. You're engagement. Which has been broken, smeared, dragged through the streets of Germania, and denounced by almost every nobleman from Albion to the Holy land. You-. We. Are now a laughing stock, the butt of every joke told in even commoner taverns... I had a meeting with the council not long ago, and General Gramont suggested to have you stripped of your title..." the queen continues, shocking Henrietta.
"Mother! You cannot listen to that traitor!-" She starts but is against interrupted, "BE QUIET!" the Queen exclaims, now not restaining the glare she was sending towards her daughter.
"I should have you stripped of your title and sent to marry some lesser noble in Germania as an apology for your actions!... But, I am still your mother... So I offer you this one last chance. You will marry General Gramont's first son, Teiter Gramont."
"But-"
"NO! You will do this or be banished from this palace! Your acceptance of Louise Valliere has already set General Gramont and his allies against us, so to prevent civil war, YOU, WILL, DO, YOUR, DUTY!" the Queen demands and gets up, not waiting for Henrietta's response as she leaves the room and lets her dwell on her words.
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