After finishing my smoke and witnessing a lizard man, a man with a snakes head, two big warthog men and finally a very beta looking bunny whom by the distraught on his face was probably looking for his wife. So to set the mood I patted him on his fluffy tail and he bounced up in the air and almost fell of the brittle oak stairs.
"What is it you want, human!" he had expression of disgust when he pronounced the last word as if he had just taken a big scoop of coco puffs but they turned out to be bunny shit. This sealed his faith.
" I think your lady, classy as you, I see from you violet attire that you are royalty or one of high standing, she went in there with two warthogs and it hurts me to say oh sire" I exhaled deeply body almost quivering and put my hand at my temple "they were quiet indecent"
His jaw slackened and his eyes reflected a man whom had been living in denial finally come to terms with the truth.
"Warthogs!!" The bunny gave a feminine roar and jumped in.
"Conniving trait acquired" echoed.
"Trait" and as I said the words a screen with the word Traits located in the top middle appeared, there the conniving trait stood (+3 charisma +2 luck) it seemed to be a conniver in this world brings luck. Now in the top corner I could see my level and no surprise there it was one, but the bar below it yellow in color was halfway, this i gathered was experience. The man I had met earlier had the number hundred twenty one with a skull by it next to his head this number only showed up when I for a moment thought of attacking.
The roar began and thanks to my new gained luck while I was grabbing another cigarette from my muddy garbs, a beer mug flew and missed me by a hair. So I stood up with my newly acquired coins and almost went in but stopped and said
"Store inventory" the money disappeared and there it was in my inventory 45 silver coins whatever that meant, I took out five and shoved them in my pocket and pushed the rickety door open, red numbers flew all over ranging from 1-10 and one zero from the bunny whom now looked more black and red than white, mayhem ensued men flew over tables, chairs were cracked on backs, robes were ripped, a rat ran around with a burning turban on, beer was drunk from broken sweating glasses and there behind the bar was an old lady cow standing on it's hoofs arms crossed sighing, that's when some one hit a blow to the back of my head. It stung, or more itched like mosquito bites does, HP down by one echoed. I turned around ducked the other incoming punch grabbed the incoming arm and started wailing at him in the ribs and face combo like.
(12, 15, 12, 20) The man whined, crouched, fainted and finally by a small push fell down, I locked on to him with the attack skill on my mind and could see that I almost depleted his HP to zero. Meaning I almost send a man to the afterlife with almost no exertion from myself. I lifted my hands and stared at my palms in awe, like a priest touched by gods light. A punch flew in between my hands which my body automatically dodged to the right, my body felt light.
I whispered "What did the five fingers say to the face"
I then slapped the man with my right as hard as I could and he fell to the ground. It seemed this man had less mettle but noticing above his now red stained face there was the number 1 accompanied by a picture of a puppy dog, the man I had just beaten to a pulp earlier was level 3 and the two warthogs trying to beat a bunny jumping and scurrying from wall to wall were 5. So my levels were not comparable to the people living here before.
. Teeth rattled on the floor, the warthogs had caught the quarry and were now wailing at his legs and face. In a very mechanic manner one after the other, and this in turn made the screams of the rabbit sound like chant. "Haaaaa" "Haaaa" "nooo" "Haaaa"
I jumped and pushed off one of the tables, that knocked some drinks on a already knocked out customers. His HP was almost depleted and even though I might have a rotten heart that beats with liquid greed, I couldn't let a man, well a bunny die because of me.
I stopped each of their final hits one with each arm, hands to the side one leg on the ground an one accidentally on the mangled head of the bunny. I felt as if I was stuck in a b movie, I couldn't phantom the height of my jump and the speed of which i jumped off the table. I looked back to see if somebody had attached wires to me. The warthogs however were strong, I could feel myself losing the strength to hold them back, my foot on the bloodied rabbit did not give me steady footing either, you could hear a guttural murmuring coming from below.
So I yelled " Stop now, or you will send him to the grinning caverns of earths center" something I read in a Lovecraft book should work in this crazy world.
The animalistic red eyes, and the puffing of smoke that exhaled from their snouts as well as the snorting seized. One of them gave a pig like shriek, I've heard similar at a slaughterhouse but this came off more as a victory roar, as with it a jump and a hoof to the sky like a fist accompanied it. Both of the warthogs fell to the ground and one took a comb out from his pocket and started slicking back his heavy black greased hair. This manpig needed a leather jacket, the other took out a pair of reading glasses and said with a nasal twang
" Oh geez, sorry mister, we sometimes get wild" he snorted and then giggled.
" let's roll fatso we gotta show that bunny chick a good time" the other said somehow making a snapping sound with clicking his hoofs and then pointed above, where looking down was a more human woman looking bunny the only difference was the fur only reached up to her elbows and just above her knees, bunny ears and the whiskers around her nose. She was in her own way beautiful. Looking down at me with my foot on his husband she smiled and leaped gracefully into her room. This thought made me want a drink and the thought that she was about to become the meat in a warthog sandwich made me want a stiffer one. I kneeled down where the love struck romeo bunny now lay mangled but somehow breathing hoarsely, on the forefinger there was a ring with a coat of arms that I pocketed and for ruining my shoes I took his coin and a more adequate sword, I looked back at the bartender but she was moving around bottles pretending not to see.
"Told you sire"
(Trait Courageous + 2 S + 1 C + A, Trait Brutal + 3 S + 1 C , Trait Price For Saving a life +2S +2A Level Up + 5 skill points)
" 4 skill points to strength and 1 to agility" I said and the points were put in to the skills, having my strength over double I accidentally crushed the the wood of the chair as I grabbed it, the cow had her mouth open and all she could do to disperse the feeling of awe was to utter "Moo". I took the next seat, sat down and paid two silver for the chair and another two for a weeks board, also a silver for beer and a heavenly meal that looked and tasted like a beef stake, I dared not to say anything. The bar was a oak table with square bar chairs, behind was an alcove etched into stone where all kinds of bottles lay some dusty, some shaped in triangles or circles with legs at the bottom to support them, some sparkled and some were dark like a void.
After finishing the meal the cow said "My names Melinda, i'm the owner of this place moo know, it's a pleasure to meet moo" She finally rested casually on the bar, the fight was over except for two men in the corner sitting down punching each other and missing. The place was being cleaned by doberman like dogs with brooms and poodles with mops, there was a fat bulldog in the corner seemingly giving orders and smoking a cigar all on their hind legs.
"Pleasures mine Melinda I'm Renald, now i'm new here you might have noticed and I was wondering what is there to do and oh" I slammed the ring on the oak "what can I get for this ring"
A smirk arose on Melindas face and she said "well plenty of girls here, thats why were called the fiery clam, but that ring our establishment would never take stolen goods" she laughed nefariously.
I spit out my beer and slapped the table laughing " that means something a tad different where i'm, from the fiery clam," I gazed her straight in her eyes and I could see something of myself lurking behind them, a well nourished yet feverishly ravenous beast. "Well how about, I leave this ring here" I looked around mockingly confused and pointed at the ring " Whose might this be, oh and I should have a few coins in the mail tomorrow if you could handle that"
The ring was gone and she said " We will keep this udder quiet" Udder I'm pretty sure she was taking the piss.
"Alright then" I said " Time to hit the hay" I kneeled again next to the bunny tapped him a few times "Better be grateful"
The bartender in a more serious tone now asked me " How'd you turn out like this?, don't get me wrong i'm the same just interested"
First I laughed and then almost tone deaf replied " There was a time I lived happy but I found happiness to be a stale lie, I lived in a world of soft things, gentle touches, silky music, easily mutable truths, laughter that took no effort and then it all came crashing down" I scratched the back of my head "after that I cut out the softness piece by piece and made a layer not even god could pierce" I smiled a smile that was practiced, empty and hard.
She was about to say something but decided to stay quiet
"Get the bunny some board and maybe a doctor take it from the mail coming tomorrow"
Trait acquired (Caring -1 strength +1 Charisma)
Great being considerate made me weaker, juts like in the real world.
Melinda smiled and continued wiping the mugs that hadn't cracked or shattered. I walked up the stairs to my room. When i reached the top there was a catgirl for the lack of a better word, standing by my right staring at a door with a hand at the doorknob, she had some sort of knife, with a gilded hilt and a emblem of a crow raised above her head that was covered with a black robe, there were holes made for her ears that prodded through. She sensed me even through the bunny girls shouts of "drill me you swine" in the room between us, I almost felt sorry for the bunny now a rug on a floor, they both came to this bar and got fucked, I don't think a marriage counselor would be enough to solve this rubix cube of emotions.
The cat girls auburn hair bristled she stared at me with vicious green unrelenting eyes and hissed showing her teeth, i lifted my arm and she was about to pounce on me but then she saw that I only gave her a thumbs up. She lost her footing and fell, I chuckled opened the door, said "Good luck hunting, don't leave a dead rat at my door" and went in and locked it. Now this wasn't my business but her level was 24 and I wasn't sure if I could take her.
Trait (Better them than me Acquired +1 strength +3 Agility)
Cool, I laid on the bed and heard some screaming and objects being knocked down but i'm sure it was coming from the Pig room, I got comfortable and with the few beers and shots relaxing my veins I was quickly in a deep slumber. There I saw a house burning, a man running in, a young girls face trying to break the second floors glass as the flames licked her, I shuddered and a tear fell down my cheek.