More Than A Game (Epic LitRPG adventure)

Chapter 7: Into the Village, Into the Wilderness Part 1

We heard more noise from his direction before he finally returned holding an enormous shield loaded with different items.

"Here, take this. And remember what old Marcho did for you. When you level-up and decide to get new stuff, stop by and return this—maybe someone else will find a use for it."

"Thanks, Marcho," I said sincerely. "I'll try my hardest."

"Don't try your hardest." The halfling was completely serious. "Just do it."

I only stopped to looked at what he'd given me after I left the storehouse, which was where I found everyone else busy doing the same. The ones who'd gotten their handouts first were already wearing them.

The things I got were pretty good. Maybe not extraordinary, but they would have cost me a pretty penny at an auction. Although, maybe not; I wasn't sure what the prices were yet. The equipment I got included a breastplate, greaves, shoulder guards, a helmet, gloves, and boots—all with two attributes that added strength and stamina. Oh, and Marcho had splurged on the mace. It was rare, it was violet, and it had four attributes.

North Wind Mace

Damage: 25-45

+5 to strength

+7 to stamina

+5% to critical strike chance

+14% fire damage

Durability: 80/80

Minimum level to use: 15

Quite the snazzy little guy, and much more than I expected. The shield was also pretty good, if blue and usual.

Warrior Shield

Protection: 220

+6 to strength

+23% chance of reflecting blows

Durability: 180/180

Minimum level for use: 15

"Well, everyone happy?" asked Eilinn with a smile.

"Yes, thanks, this is great!" we answered without any unison whatsoever.

"Then before you leave, let me say this—remember that the clan has your back. I hope you remember your rights and responsibilities. However, with that said, we have one main responsibility and one main right. Your biggest responsibility is to avoid discrediting the clan in any way, either in word or deed. And for your most important right, remember that you are now part of the clan and can ask for help whenever you need it. I'm sorry if that sounds too dramatic..."

"Everything clear?" Sergeant's voice rang out. "Don't make mistakes, and don't be afraid. That's pretty much it."

Eilinn sighed in frustration and turned to head toward the fortress.

"Regarding transportation," Sergeant bellowed. "Lis will take anyone who wants to go to Aegan with him. The rest of you can leave the fortress, as you'll be fine in this area at your level so long as you don't do anything stupid. The bots around here are Level 33-35."

"You should go to Aegan," Reineke Lis said, walking up to me. "You haven't been to the class instructor yet, right?"

"Right," I responded.

"Then come on, I'll show you where he lives in Aegan."

And we walked through the portal.

Aegan was as loud, colorful, and picturesque as ever. Players and NPCs darted around like pizza delivery boys, arguing as they went.