20 Chapter 20 (2/2)
{Skill: Heat Vision : Skill level 4}
{Skill : Lesser-regeneration, : Skill level 87}
{Skill : Pain-tolerance, : Skill level 63}
{Skill : Tough-body, : Skill level 74}
{Skill : White-Adamantium Skin : Skill level 42}
{Skill : Aura of Dread Skill level 2}
{Perk : Mana-sustenance}
{Perk : Battered Body }
{Inheritant-Core - ?????}
{Stats} {Available : 15}
{Strength : 48}
{Agility : 18}
{Dexterity : 18}
{Vitality : 52}
{Endurance : 34}
{Wisdom : 12}
{Intelligence : 13}
{Charisma : 9 }
Her eyes widened as she gazed at his status plate. She started muttering to herself, she would look at a skill, then back to him. Her eyes trailing over his body. ”But no scars... Because of regeneration?… and this core, what does it mean?”
She kept staring at the status plate, muttering under her breath. Her gaze suddenly snapped back to him.
”You don't have the monster tamer class or profession! How did you bond a pet?”
”I didn't bind a pet, Crimson is a companion.” He said tilting his head.
”A Companion, yes that makes sense, interesting. Do you mind if I run some tests on her?”
Three blinked, ”Crimson is female?”
”Yes, these markings.” She said pointing to the patterns on her flank, ”Are only apparent on the females of the species.”
”I didn't know that.” Three answered, ”You will have to ask her about the tests though,”
”Ask... The Jurgor?” She mumbled, looking at the large monster. ”I don't think she can understand human speech.”
Three shrugged, ”She understands what I say.”
Vyria's eyes widened. ”The implications of this, how intelligent are they really.” she started muttering again, she walked into a separate room, came back out with an empty book. She started writing things down, Three glanced at her shoulders watched them ripple, losing himself as he gazed at her amazed at the subtle movements and what it did to his emotional state. Her writing was tidy. It was orderly, flowing and pressed together to fully maximize use of space.
He tried reading what she was wrote, only to realize he had no idea how to read. Shrugging, he waited for her to finish. Seconds turned to minutes, he sat down, leaning his back against Crimson who was lying on the floor, uninterested in the scribbling.
With a sudden jerk of movement, she closed the book. She ran back into the room and came back with a tray full of tools he had never seen before. She walked over to Crimson, softly muttering under her breath. She poked and prodded Crimson with a varied amount of tools, Crimson completely ignored whatever it was she was doing.
Every time she used a tool she would soon after start writing in her book again, completely oblivious to the fact that she had promised her guests a tour of the place.
The whole process took upward of an hour, eventually Three followed her into the room she kept entering, Crimson close on his heels. He looked around the room, shelves upon shelves of books. An ordered wall with drawings and notes, a neatly organized clean steel table. Some small cages with creatures to the left, all of them of the same species, yet all of them slightly different. Next to each cage was a leather bound book similar to the one she was currently writing in.
She walked up to Crimson, telling her she needed a small amount of blood, she would feel a slight prick, Crimson lay on the floor, showing her consent. Gently Vyria pushed a needle beneath one of her scales. The small vial attached to the needle filled with blood, the blood a shade darker than the his own. He watched the process with interest, she carefully removed a small drop of blood from the vial, putting it into a runed circle on top of the steel table.
The blood evaporated as the runed circle glowed, briefly he could see Vyria reading something that appeared below the runic circle. She nodded to herself then walked over to him, asked him for some blood, he consented and she repeated the process. She read whatever the runic circle had told her, finger tapping against her chin.
She turned to face him. ”You and Crimson are not yet blood-bound are you?”
”Blood-bound?”
”It would require a sharing of each others blood, drinking some of it. It will bind the spirit of both companions. The bond will deepen and you will receive more benefits, you will share half of the skill level inyour two highest skills. Instead of ten percent of one, You can only blood-bind to a single companion in your lifetime however.”
Three nodded at the explanation, turning to Crimson. She was the first creature he bonded with, so he felt connected. He wondered if the blood-bond was similar to the connection he shared with the rest of his group. He asked Crimson what she thought about it, she seemed to be fine with bonding, he could feel her urge to become more powerfull, to never be beaten again.
Three bit his wrist, the blood flowing down his arm. He held his arm to Crimsons snout, she licked the blood then bit in her own paw, and pushed it towards him. He licked up some of her blood and the two exchanged looks.
A sudden wave of energy rushed through his body, he could feel copious amounts of information flooding his brain, dominating his senses. He could feel Crimson's emotions, her presence. He could sense the things she saw, heard and smelled. He felt her urge to be out of this building and to hunt, he even felt the loyalty, far deeper than he expected. The sheer amount of trust Crimson put into him was unimaginable, he had no idea why she felt this way, especially after he had beaten her to a near pulp just the day before.
Crimson was going through a similar process, he could tell. When the sudden surge of energy finished she pressed her snout to his chest, he scratched her ear. He could feel how pleasant it was for her, she enjoyed the ear scratch. He smiled at the sensation, some of it flooding his own system, he was technically giving himself an ear scratch as well. He grinned at the thought.
”What do you think of the bond?” Vyria curiously asked.
”It is, indescribable, overwhelming even.” Three looked around the room, seeing things in new shades, smelling things he never could before. He was overwhelmed by the sensation, staring around the room with wide eyes.
Vyria suddenly froze as she heard a bleep from the corner of the room, she rushed over. Picked up a scroll and started reading, her face drawn tight from worry. She walked back over to Three, ”I'm sorry to ask this so suddenly, but I need your aid.”
”What is it?”
”One of the wilderling villages a weeks travel to the north, in the Cambarka mountains has been under undead attack, they are in need of swift aid. Most people would tire from the travel and need a week to reach it, If you rode Crimson you could reach the village in half that time, it might be just in time to save the tribe.”
”I will ride out immediately.” Three stated, another emotion he had never felt before swelling, compelling him to action. ”I would ask you to let my party know.”
Without further adoo, he started running through the hall, Crimson alongside him, with a swift jump he swung on her back, Vyria ran after them, throwing a crystal at him.
”The crystal will guide you to the village, it will periodically shine some light in the direction you need to go!”
Three nodded, Crimson flexed her muscles, sunk through her knees and started running through the snow at full sprint, kicking up snow in her passing. Three hung low, the wind whistling overhead. His eyes focused on something in the far distance, people needed his help, and he would be sure to reach them in time.