Elysium

Level 10

Ten

SEYBINOV

           

Seybinov Ayumenikov Agilarevich. Is it that hard to pronounce my name? Most folks whom I meet get their tongues scrambled upon saying my name, especially the British Crafter; poor kid can’t even say the first syllable.

As I walk away from the inn, the question started running through my head. “Why did I refuse the Lady’s offer?” I mean, joining their group could be fun. They have a champion, a mage, a crafter, and a Japanese chic. Oh why did I? And why did I leave the inn without even eating. I’m so hungry! But eating won’t raise my level, nor give me experience. So I must endure.

I need to have a quest as soon as possible; I want to put my skills to the test. I want to have a high-paying quest in order to level up in an instant. Now where are those quest givers?

“Quests everyone! Quests for the young ones!”

Piz’duk! Store quest givers pay cheap experience and reward, and there are store quest givers in a straight line. If this is only what I can see in the rest of the city, I better head to the jungle and find something worth the kill.

“Assassin.”

A man leaning on a store wall wearing an elite assassin’s robes caught my attention.

“What makes you think you would go to that jungle?”

“I think I want to get my blades painted red,” I replied

“Painted? What would you say about getting your blades stained?”

“I’m listening.”

“I want the headdress of the Wolf Pack Leader.”

“In exchange of?”

“Spaulders, 2000 fiels and an experience scroll”

Just the right quest I am looking for – filled with thrills, and a challenge. “I got it mister.”

The assassin looked me in the eyes and said “Beware my brother, the wolf pack leader is not alone.” The look in his eyes caused my heart to beat faster. No quest giver has ever done this before. “I want it tomorrow, delay a day, and two hundred fiels will be deducted each day. Good luck my brother.” He bade farewell and wished me luck.

I walked away and headed towards the jungle to search for the Wolf Pack leader. I don’t even know what it looks like. While searching for the It, I went deeper and deeper into the jungle. More trees, the noise of the city was gone, and even every footstep can be heard. This place is nice for hunting.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps - heavy footsteps. I climbed the tree nearest my position to avoid compromising the quest. A huge man wearing wolf-skin as a headdress and an ironclad wolf were scouting the jungle.

“This should be the Wolf Pack Leader. I better close in for the kill.”

From my current position, I jumped from tree to tree to get near the target without being noticed. Upon reaching the tree branch above him, I drew my hidden blades and jumped towards him. I was fast enough to have been able to cut his cheeks in a blink of an eye; but he was even faster that I never expected his mace-type weapon hit me. He swung his mace to my torso sending me flying away from him.

“Ow!” I exclaimed as I fell to the ground. “Chyort!”

He came charging to me and was about to finish me off with a sure hit in the head.