But before she could go about the proper rest of her business, a hand grabbed her wrist and drug her back swiftly to the Brood Pit.
"We were human, once."
"We work together, to hunt more than we need, so we can eat for ourselves before our return. That brute spoke only of what we had to do, not what we could. And we can do far more."
Hmm. What some did not ever seem to realize was that much could be supposed or guessed at about others by their behavior. By their words. By their steps. The sort of things she had come to observe in her past life so much, watching on from the sidelines, that it had become second nature. This case was no different.
There was someone else who could tell as well, then, that more of them had come over here than just themselves. Observant. A speed of step and coldly solid firmness of grip that spoke of purpose, without hesitation or lack of resolve. Resilient Determination. A firm tone that despite its youth spoke far more volumes than the other Runts in the pack she'd heard thus far, even a tone and voice despite being from a stranger felt vaguely familiar to her mind at the same time. Ah. It made sense where that particular familiarity came from then. She'd never forgotten it ever since those days of the past, sticking in her mind ever since then.
Whatever it takes to survive, no matter what, even if it meant a brutal efficiency born of necessity. A voice which was both familiar yet was as ever a double-edged blade of sorts.
Right or wrong, true or not, that was what her gut instincts told her about things as her mind translated her observations into information. This one felt like a survivor to her, and she was likewise right. They were once human, and could do far more than the other mere Runts could do in this case. Yes. While she'd initially intended to head off on her own, it did make sense to work together if there were others more capable than the average youngling here.
Lazash nodded in assent to Esfir, of course doing so once the latter had finished speaking.
"Far more indeed."
This new life was beginning to become more and more interesting by the moment today.
Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
Creature Analysis - Rank I - Upon analyzing a target, information relevant to the chosen type will be displayed. Higher Ranks will grant more detailed information. (For example, using Creature Analysis on a Slime would tell you the most generic, widely known information on Slimes as a species)
Empty Skill Slot
Empty Skill Slot
Current Equipment and Inventory:
Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.
Hmm. A most curious name had been given to her this time around, but not much else it seemed. Rags to cover her, a wooden stick, and a rock. Then being thrown into a mission alongside her new kin to see if they could fend in a basic manner for themselves or die trying. A trial by fire, then, to weed out weakness and ensure strength among a people that seemed to value such things. Not that it didn't make sense in their predicament, and after what the Divine Spirit who had spoken to them had said. Not that the other figure had gone out of notice to her either as well, for that matter.
Basic survival? Ah. The prospect was almost refreshingly familiar to her, somehow, as old memories and things from the past came back to her wakening mind. Things honed since her time on the island and on it likewise came to mind. Things witnessed in infancy in a new life. Yes. This would do. And the system pinging in with a new quest was certainly useful to keep tabs on things.
When the Head Warrior gestured for them to come out of the Brood Pit, she did so quietly and without a word. Maintained herself as simply someone in the background of the group of Runts she, and anyone else brought here for all she knew, and listened to the Head Warrior's instructions as she observed him primarily from her position. His demeanor. His emotion. His tone. His body language. On occasion her eyes would silently look about the rest of the Runts in the group as well, seeing how they were processing or handling the situation.
Yet as others ran back to grab their things, Lazash had walked out initially from the Pit with all she had either worn on her or in her hands. Not much, but it felt like second nature to do in such a situation at the same time.
She would briefly watch as other Runts would start to run back into the Pit to grab their things or declaring what they would go after, but her calm silence did not cease simply because many of her currently-alive peers were getting excited. Thus not skipping a beat, she would walk up to Auguz and give him a respectful but simple nod before asking a simple question where only he and she could hear-
"Head Warrior. Do you know where any creatures that come out at night sleep during the day?"
She would keep her tone as respectful as she could, though whether it mattered if she got slapped to the ground or got an answer or nothing at all from it was another thing. Once Auguz clearly had answered her, or didn't answer, or whatever the case was, Lazash would make sure she had her stick and rock in hand before walking oddly calmly past him and out toward the woods. She had a quest to complete if she was to be around longer.
Her first step was to head in outright and scout things out, getting away from the camp exterior with possible Dire Rats, and heading into the woods proper as soon as possible. The idea was to enter with caution, keeping an attentive set of eyes on her surroundings as she moved in. Didn't want to step in some burrow, or slip on a slime, get ambushed by a Tatzelwurm, or similar things if she could help it.
In particular she would be keeping a careful eye on things to this end. But her primary goal was clear to her otherwise, and that was to see if any other caves were nearby at the base of this mountain wherein something like a bat or other nocturnal animal might sleep. Something that would be resting during the day, more vulnerable than those creatures that came out during the time the sun was up. That or if she could find any other unusual or unique creatures, locations, or things out there beyond what she knew.
If she ran into a Slime or Tatzelwurm, some kind of edible herb or material she knew about by now, or even something else unknown otherwise, along the way? Well, that'd certainly be something. Perhaps even a bonus, depending on what said creature was and the situation at hand. Hence why she was and would be moving along in an expeditious yet distinctly careful manner through the woods, not trying to stick close to other Runts that might rush out there more hastily in case they stirred up anything or brought some unwanted attention.
If, for some reason, the Head Warrior did give her any information of worth for her search then she'd make whatever good use she could out of that.
And if she ran into anything she wanted to, or noticed other creatures along the way, she'd try to cast her Creature Analysis on them to start collecting information.
Destination: To find a habitat or home of some kind of Nocturnal Creatures, which would be asleep during the daytime, preferably the kinds that would be in another cave such as bats.]
Current Skills:
Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
Creature Analysis - Rank I - Upon analyzing a target, information relevant to the chosen type will be displayed. Higher Ranks will grant more detailed information. (For example, using Creature Analysis on a Slime would tell you the most generic, widely known information on Slimes as a species)
Empty Skill Slot
Empty Skill Slot
Current Equipment and Inventory:
Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.
Current Stats: Level: 1 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2
Current Skills:
Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
Creature Analysis - Rank I - Upon analyzing a target, information relevant to the chosen type will be displayed. Higher Ranks will grant more detailed information. (For example, using Creature Analysis on a Slime would tell you the most generic, widely known information on Slimes as a species)
Empty Skill Slot
Empty Skill Slot
Equipment and Inventory:
Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.
True Age: 31 years, 6 months
Past Life:
An incredible photographic memory. Academic excellence and learning capabilities on the level of a genius child prodigy. Gifts of her person that many would praise , even as her academic capabilities exponentially accelerated her up in the world. Gifts from birth that many would look upon with the greenest of envy, even as they tried to isolate and diminish her. Born of a relatively ‘average’, for whatever the word was worth, middle-class suburban household in the USA, she was the third of four children and given just as much love as the rest from the start. Her gifts and the encouragement to use them propelled her to get her first master’s degree in Mechanical Engineering by the age of twelve, and saw her garner both praise and isolation from her own age group alike. She did not know great hardships for a long time in her life, but she did often find herself watching things from the sidelines. Observing. Taking mental notes.
Where did someone like her belong? It was hard to think about that, as she had little choice in it for much of her life due to being underaged. But with all her gifts her life seemed certain to become something incredible, to achieve something amazing-
And yet all the gifts in the world weren’t preparation for what came next.
What came next would be a three-year-long stint on an uninhabited island in the Pacific, her being the only survivor of a shipwreck at sea where she’d been taken on a scuba-diving trip by an uncle from Honolulu, that shook her out of the world she’d been in before. Little food, the heat of the scorching sun, the dangers of the tempting salty water, and at the age of sixteen she would manage her own survival by the will to live and skin of her teeth before discovery by a passing cargo ship (when she lit a large signal fire she’d carefully constructed for some time before to try to signal it). It was this, and her passage into adulthood, that would eventually mark her in a way that nothing else in her life had. Survival. An awoken desire to live that she had never known before, a resilience born from harsh conditions and a number of near-death instances out there, but all of which she would never forget.
She would return to her education and achieve greater heights after her recovery, though a path having been wrought clear before her more than ever before and her life in control of her own two hands. Lilith would work to become a Civil Engineer, with a supplementary education fitting for an Architect, and this would be the field she would end up in. At the same time, however, her life of survival would not simply go away after the episode of survival in her youth. She would survive two lightning strikes, being stuck underwater for two days in an air pocket of a capsized ship over deeper underwater before being rescued, and getting out alive from two horrendous car crashes. Each time she pulled herself out of the other end, pushing onward with a seemingly renewed vigor to live and thrive each time.
Ultimately, however, it would be as she was on her way to meet with a special high-profile client for the company she worked for that her life would be abruptly cut off. Walking through an airport parking lot of her own design to get to the airport inside, a fleeing suspect driving away from police would dip into the airport parking lot in some attempt to lose the police chasing him after he’d kidnapped someone. In the process, she would be struck by the criminal’s truck as the driver got distracted looking behind himself and ran her at a whopping 88 miles per hour.
Cue waking up as something else somewhere else. On one hand, she could and would never forget what had forged her in the fires of her past. But what was a new chance at life, if not using and living it to its fullest extent? Besides, having been born beautiful this time around (by some race out there's standards she would suppose) would itself be a most curious additional factor in her new life as well.
New Life:
Day 1, Orc Runt >
"So this is what I get to choose from, hmm? A curious set of choices, oh Divine Spirits of a most curious nature. I believe my choice is clear then, given my background and existing skillset. A new tool on my belt for my new life that should prove useful to supplement what I already can do by myself.
Ah. And curses did not exist where I came from, rest assured, but here I believe things will be different simply from that statement of yours.
So Tough is basically raising non-magical defenses, like how durable or resilient one's body is-
-but Recover is on the other hand basically the lowest level tier of some kind of regeneration fueled by one's magical power passively?
I hope I got that right.
I am tempted by type analysis because it would fit so well, and setting magic to auto-cast would be something that feels about as good since her learning magic is something I'd like, but ranking up some kind of regeneration into a potent skill would be...kinda fitting for her after this death.
@Zeroth Well, here goes something! If we have some average people and a boxer and an ex-Soviet as concepts so far, then I will add another oddity to the growing pile! :P
Name (Former): Lilith Maria Rowell
Name (Current): Lazash
Current Stats: Level: 1 | Form: Orc Runt | Tier: 2
Current Skills:
Ingestion - After consuming a required amount of biomass from a particular Creature, 1 of that Creature's Skills can be copied at its lowest Rank.
Isekai Skill - Not Yet Chosen
Empty Skill Slot
Empty Skill Slot
Equipment and Inventory:
Swaddling Pelts - Equip, Clothes - Old animal skins used to keep an Orc baby warm as they sleep. Once the Runt is old enough to start hunting, these are usually just enough to cover the parts that need the most covering.
Wooden Stick - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A wooden stick. From a tree. That's...that's all there is to it. Can be thrown.
Sharp Rock - Equip, Weapon/Tool, Material Component - A rock with a slightly sharp edge. Useful as a primitive knife or chisel. Can be thrown.
True Age: 31 years, 6 months
Past Life:
An incredible photographic memory. Academic excellence and learning capabilities on the level of a genius child prodigy. Gifts of her person that many would praise , even as her academic capabilities exponentially accelerated her up in the world. Gifts from birth that many would look upon with the greenest of envy, even as they tried to isolate and diminish her. Born of a relatively ‘average’, for whatever the word was worth, middle-class suburban household in the USA, she was the third of four children and given just as much love as the rest from the start. Her gifts and the encouragement to use them propelled her to get her first master’s degree in Mechanical Engineering by the age of twelve, and saw her garner both praise and isolation from her own age group alike. She did not know great hardships for a long time in her life, but she did often find herself watching things from the sidelines. Observing. Taking mental notes.
Where did someone like her belong? It was hard to think about that, as she had little choice in it for much of her life due to being underaged. But with all her gifts her life seemed certain to become something incredible, to achieve something amazing-
And yet all the gifts in the world weren’t preparation for what came next.
What came next would be a three-year-long stint on an uninhabited island in the Pacific, her being the only survivor of a shipwreck at sea where she’d been taken on a scuba-diving trip by an uncle from Honolulu, that shook her out of the world she’d been in before. Little food, the heat of the scorching sun, the dangers of the tempting salty water, and at the age of sixteen she would manage her own survival by the will to live and skin of her teeth before discovery by a passing cargo ship (when she lit a large signal fire she’d carefully constructed for some time before to try to signal it). It was this, and her passage into adulthood, that would eventually mark her in a way that nothing else in her life had. Survival. An awoken desire to live that she had never known before, a resilience born from harsh conditions and a number of near-death instances out there, but all of which she would never forget.
She would return to her education and achieve greater heights after her recovery, though a path having been wrought clear before her more than ever before and her life in control of her own two hands. Lilith would work to become a Civil Engineer, with a supplementary education fitting for an Architect, and this would be the field she would end up in. At the same time, however, her life of survival would not simply go away after the episode of survival in her youth. She would survive two lightning strikes, being stuck underwater for two days in an air pocket of a capsized ship over deeper underwater before being rescued, and getting out alive from two horrendous car crashes. Each time she pulled herself out of the other end, pushing onward with a seemingly renewed vigor to live and thrive each time.
Ultimately, however, it would be as she was on her way to meet with a special high-profile client for the company she worked for that her life would be abruptly cut off. Walking through an airport parking lot of her own design to get to the airport inside, a fleeing suspect driving away from police would dip into the airport parking lot in some attempt to lose the police chasing him after he’d kidnapped someone. In the process, she would be struck by the criminal’s truck as the driver got distracted looking behind himself and ran her at a whopping 88 miles per hour.
Cue waking up as something else somewhere else. On one hand, she could and would never forget what had forged her in the fires of her past. But what was a new chance at life, if not using and living it to its fullest extent? Besides, having been born beautiful this time around (by some race out there's standards she would suppose) would itself be a most curious additional factor in her new life as well.
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