More Than A Game (Epic LitRPG adventure)

Chapter 5: Clan Volunteer Part 2

I shook my head and said, "Wow!"

"Does shaking your head mean no?" Elina was surprised once again.

"No. I mean, it doesn't mean that. It just means I'm taken off guard. It wouldn't have surprised me if you decided to cut me up and scatter my pieces around Aegan. This is much more surprising."

"If that were possible, we'd have cut you up five minutes ago," said Gerv. "But you'd just respawn."

"So are you going to accept the invitation?" asked Elina, who was starting to get nervous.

"Hey, hey, hey," I cautioned. "Like Spartacus said, let's figure things out before we get into the arena."

"Who said what?" asked Gorotul.

"He was a famous tank," summarized Gerv, giving an answer obviously informed by bitter experience talking with the half-orc.

"Why 'was'?" continued Gorotul.

"They weren't able to buff him fast enough before he got into a fight, and he was killed. They even got his account!"

"Oh, come on, that doesn't happen." Gorotul pressed on, "What server did he play on?"

I couldn't help myself. "I heard of him, too. He played on the Italian server. The Roman server, to be exact."

"See who we have to work with?" Elina said sadly and gloomily.

"It's okay." I tried not to smile as I looked at a perplexed Gorotul. "But back to the matter at hand. I'd like to know what you expect from me and what I get out of it. Who will I owe what?"

Gorotul shook his head in annoyance at the sting of a Level 6 noob rolling out with a bunch of questions. Still, he stayed quiet.

"What do we want? We want you to keep your mouth shut about everything you heard here. Really, that's in your interests too. If that information gets out, we'll be well within our rights to do what Gorotul suggested. We'll name you a Clan Enemy, and you'll die wherever you are in Fayroll—even in the Gray Lands. If nothing leaves this room, you'll have the support and protection of the clan. You can level-up in the areas we control, and you can get clothes and weapons from the clan storehouse. Not epic, of course, but better than the crap you have. Basically, your standard agreement."

"But what if the information gets out, and I have nothing to do with it?"

"There's a spell called True Word. Ridiculously rare and expensive. But if we have a leak and you say it isn't you, I'll shell out for it to make sure."

"There's also Truth Powder, and it's cheaper," noted Gerv.

"Sure, it's cheaper, though it has a 10% margin of error," Elina nodded. "That's fine for little stuff, but not something as important as this."

"Got it," agreed Gerv.

"Well, you obviously wouldn't be buying it for my sake. You'd want to find the rat," I noted reasonably.

"Of course." Elina wasn't going to argue. "I won't spend a copper coin on you. No offense."

"And one more condition," the scout butted in. "You can only leave the clan in two cases. Either you have Elina's permission (and only hers), or you're our sworn enemy. If you leave the clan on your own, we'll hunt you down wherever you are."

"Do I have to sign something? And will I have any responsibilities? As a member of the clan?"

"You don't have to sign anything," confirmed Elina.

"The fortress sergeant will explain your rights and responsibilities to you," Gerv said with a wink that spoke volumes.

"And if anything happens, you'll have me to answer to!" Gorotul was roaring again.

I looked at them thoughtfully, remembering how Willie said that clans are good, and strong clans especially good, and asked my last question, "And what if there are three orcs promising to put me on a conveyor belt to the respawn point?"

"Don't worry about it, warrior," said Gorotul. "We'll make mincemeat of them. PKers don't get a long leash with us. Touch our noobs, and we'll hunt you down. It's a good deed, and we have some fun while we're doing it. We're the only ones who can smack our noobs around." And with that, he guffawed loudly.

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