Genoverse I

Stake I - Running

The following is based on fictional events.

It had been only a few days or so since he started, Leginald. Although difficult to begin, his adventure began; getting stable resources, hunting for a good starting area far from society, and getting a roof over his head.

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Legi's pickaxe chipped away at the hardened slate, small clouds of dust occasionally drifting across the thin air, he coughed quietly, letting his pickaxe rest against the wall as he stuck a torch to the stone above it. How far was he now? He had been digging for almost an hour just to find diamonds and gemstones, which never came in the end. Legi turned his head and stared down the seemingly endless tunnel he had dug, he got up and started to walk back. But a feeling that he just lost his opportunity to get valuables hit him, Legi spun back to the wall he was chipping at and started hacking into the rock with his iron pickaxe, determination and adrenaline coursing through his veins while dust filled the tunnel.
"Just one gemstone vein." He shouted between gritted teeth.

He kept going, small shards of the hardened slate starting to draw blood from his arms; but he ignored it, he had to keep going.

Ever since he used the last of his diamonds to refresh his armour's increased durability enchantment, his rank on the country hierarchy started to wobble, almost falling beneath some of the other leaders he hadn't even seen yet. Legi needed to head towards one of the other's settlements, he knew well that person had a cheap spell book trader; and he needed those books to keep his tools going for longer.
It wasn't like Legi was poor - well - he was in things like rarer gems and such, but he always made himself number one with things like alliance deals and anarchy—always.

And more importantly, he was the only recorded resident in the country to have fought in both major wars, Legi was considered the nation's 'veteran'. It's not like he rejected the title, if anything he held it true to himself, like a part of him. Although he wasn't amazingly talented in specific skills of the hierarchy, his knowledge of so many years gave him the ability to outlast most of the country (or the other people just never learnt to be resourceful)

Legi took one finale swing at the wall, draining the last of his adrenaline. He glanced through the dust and saw rock, just more rock. In a small rage he threw the pickaxe to the floor, the pickaxe head bent with a sharp clang before coming to a rest at Legi's feet.
"One waste of my day." He huffed, picking up the tool and walking back through the mine he had spent somewhat hours digging out.

He wasn't in the mood to spend hours for a few gems he could probably trade for. Legi started the painstakingly long ascent up the knee-height stairs back to the surface, wolfing down a loaf of bread or two on his way up.

He emerged in the jungle, recently dubbed as The Divine Intervention: grounded. The Divine Intervention was his idea for a guns-for-hire to stop wars between others, but it was supposed to be airborne - just above the clouds. The only problem he had was no way of getting up and back down safely, so it was an idea for the to do later list.
"When will Maverick get here? It's almost been two days since he said he'd show." Legi grumbled as he paced around the main room of his tent - until his future ally arrived he stuck to living in a tent he built from a few fallen trees wood and scrapped cloth. "He's never showin' up..."

Legi went out to cut down his growing bamboo stalks, he swung at the bamboo with his sword just a few feet above the ground so they'd grow back. The bamboo stalks toppled from their once tall and proud position, bunching together on the grass with a loud clattering sound. Legi picked them up and started chopping them into rough, meter-long sections before staking them into the mud around the perimeter wall, any layer of defence from the outside world and it's dangers counted to him.