3 Collecting experience or resources (1/2)

Draig was continuing his journey to the gate when a hand came out of a rift and threw him back to the Farm house violently.

”I said you cant leave” stated Zarra stepping out of the rift

Draig felt his body ache, he stood up and wheezed before he looked at Zarra with red eyes his elongated canines gleaming in the sun as his claws punctured his palms. He made a beeline to Zarra showing off his enhanced speed and started swinging at Zarra wildly, they were uncoordinated and couldn't land.

”Such a waste, all this raw power but no skill, no talent and you dare to bare those baby fangs at me” said Zarra back handing Draig and launching him back again, but he wasn't done he slashed his own palms and scattered his blood into the air as they took shape.

”Oh you use runes, I happen to dabble in them as well” said Zarra as he drew in the air and sent them at Draig.

The runes crashed into each other creating a mist from the blood, Zarra narrowed his eyes but struck the moment Draig appeared sending his body crashing back, but Draig followed the blow and rolled back to his feet launching into the air charging again.

”You are tenacious, that isn't a compliment” said Zarra as he spun around and kicked Draig in the side of the head with stone crushing force.

Draig remained on the ground breathing heavily as he heard footsteps approaching him, Zarra crouched down and poked him in the side of the head with his staff.

”You feel better now” asked Zarra, a dark mage he may be but he didn't carve his reputation in hate. He only treated his enemies with true hostility.

”No, I still want to leave” said Draig trying to catch his breath

”Too bad kid, now remove this curse. I spoke to those arrogant fools from the guild and I assure you this time you will get what you are owed” said Zarra,

Draig sighed and took his index finger and punctured the black causing a black mist to be released, Zarra looked at the method a bit interested but figured he too old to be trying to master a new set of skills.

”I will be leaving, try and clean up that mess you call a fighting style or else your gonna die an early death” said Zarra leaving Draig lying there

Draig slowly lifted himself off the ground groaning from the pain coursing through his body, he pulled out a potion and drank it heartily, he felt it take effect immediately and stood completely before returning to the house. He figured it would be best if he went ahead and tried to practice a bit of the skills he gained from the dwarf bloodline, it was forging and enchanting. He didn't understand how such ugly little creatures could be so resourceful and brilliant but there generations of work had paid off for him now.

He searched the the farmland for stones of the right specifications but found it lacking, he couldn't build a forge like this. He needed materials he himself wasn't sure how to make, he would have to put that plan on hold then.