THEOS
Author: Arthur Wordsmith
Chapter 18: Isolated and Alone
Luke groaned in pain as he stumbled onto his feet. Desperately scanning the room for threats, and for the moment ignoring the arrow lodged firmly in his thigh through sheer effort of will. Gritting his teeth in pain as he raised his sword, on guard against a potential enemy.
He sagged in relief when he found none, his vision swimming, he collapsed onto his knees as adrenaline left his body.
A current of pain surged through his body.
He strained his neck in an effort to look at the wound. Grimacing in disgust, as he saw the arrows shaft sticking out of him.
He gripped it as gently as he could, and cussed in pain, when it moved, just slightly, in response to his touch. With a flex of his will, he sent it to his inventory. Blinking away tears, as the now empty hole in his thigh flared with heat, and hot blood oozed out of it.
He thought morbidly. Blinking even more tears out of his eyes as he did.
Summoning a strip of cloth from his inventory, he wrapped it around his wound tightly, using it as a makeshift bandage, and scrolled through every item he had stored away. Most of it was food and water. Hed stocked even more of it in the week since he got his current quest. Packing enough to survive even months in the wilderness.
Status | Quests |
Capacity: 278.3 kg of 1520 kg
Items:
Healing Potion (x6)
Tier - Mortal
Aid in recovery
Healing Pill (x7)
Tier - Mortal
Aid in recovery
Blood Pills (x6)
Tier - Mortal
Replenish blood
Stamina Pills (x5)
Tier - Mortal
Replenish stamina
He was happy to see his capacity had increased to well over a thousand kilograms. At this point in time it was more than he needed, and would continue to scale rapidly. Far beyond what he ever imagined using.
Reading over the description of the various medicines hes accumulated, some purchased and others pillaged, he withdrew a vial of the healing potion, and one of each pill. A grin came over his face as he pinched one between his fingers.
Errantly, he tossed the pills in his mouth, and washed them down with water. Undoing the hastily done bandage on his leg, he cleaned the wound as best as he could with a wet cloth. Making faces of disgust every time the blood soaked rag came into his sight.
Uncorking the vial of healing potion, he spilled it all onto a fresh piece of cloth, and fastened it around his wound.
A sigh of relief immediately slipped through his mouth as the efficacy of the medicine became apparent. The pain leveled off to tolerable levels moments after the bandage was applied. And a few seconds later, his whole leg started to feel numb. Providing even more comfort.
He waved his hand in front of his face.
He blinked.
Slumping against the wall, he fell asleep. The toll of the day mixed with the effects of the medicine knocking him out instantly.
Groggily rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he leapt to his feet when he realized that he wasnt at his house in the Society. The events of the previous day came rushing back.
Taking a deep breath, he sat back down as he processed all that had happened.
Shaking his head, he suddenly slapped himself. Hard.
Ignoring the sorry state of his mental health, he looked around the room again. Surprised to see a bed in the corner, and on a small table beside it with food and a pitcher of water resting on top of it.
Getting back to his feet, he hobbled forward. Ignoring the throbbing pain in his leg, as he stumbled toward his destination. Collapsing heavily on the bed his eyes raked over the food, frowning in distaste at the cold pieces of chicken and rice, before his eyes landed on the other contents of the table.
A vial of glowing blue liquid, resting atop a letter. Moving the vial aside for the moment, he read through the note.
Luke blinked in surprise as the seconds ticked down on the page.
He continued reading.
Luke folded up the letter, and held up the vial of potion. Sending it to his inventory as he did.
Status | Quests |
Capacity: 277.8 kg of 1640 kg
Items:
Healing Potion
Tier - Warrior
Heals all non-fatal wounds for Mortal-tier beings. Efficacy decreases as the tier of the consumer increases.
Luke folded it up, and sent the food to his inventory. Pulling out a fresh and steaming hot meal instead, and after a moment of deliberation, one of his mortal-tier healing potions as well.
Deciding that his injury, while severe, didnt demand the use of a warrior-tier potion.
He thought, bringing the food to his mouth.
Luke complained to himself, sweat dripping down his face as he tried to pry apart his bandage.
Concentrating briefly, he sent the bandage to his inventory. Sighing in pleasure when the crusty strip of cloth was replaced by fresh air. Letting his sweaty skin of his thigh breath.
he thought.
He opened his status.
| Quests | Inventory
Name: Lukas King
Tier: Mortal
Mana: 640
Rate: 15% per hour
Strength: 40 > 41
Agility: 35 > 44
Constitution: 38 > 40
Arcana: 32
Stat Points: 3
Bloodline: Locked. Conditions not met. (1/10 000)
Charges: 7/10
He tallied up all the points that hed gained.
He shook his head.
He prompted the Seed.
He thought, as added points took effect.
His wound throbbed with pain once again. Pulling him from his musings. Cleaning it out again, he soaked another piece of cloth with a healing potion and wrapped it around his thigh. Then for good measure, popped another set of healing and blood pills.
He picked up the note once again.
ARGGGGG!
He tossed and turned in the bed.
He frowned when it didn't answer.
Getting up from his bed, he paced around the room.
He focused, and his eyes widened in a mixture of surprise and relief.
Luke stared at the countdown on the note. Watching it impatiently as the seconds ticked down, one excruciating second at a time.
He was grateful for the down time. He really was. Another set of pills, and another potion soaked bandage had seen him make a speedy, bordering on miraculous, recovery. The hole had, at some point over the hours, sealed over leaving only a faint scar in its place.
It still hurt when he placed some pressure on it, but since he could walk and even jump with little to no discomfort, Luke was confident that it wouldnt hamper him going forward. And even if it did, Luke was confident that it wouldnt be more than a minor inconvenience.
All that aside, sitting alone in a quiet room, with nothing to do had been torture. So when the walls finally opened up with the oh so familiar mechanized whir, the second the timer on the note hit zero, an anticipatory grin made its way onto his face.
He drew his sword, and raised his shield, ready for any surprises that may come his way, carefully making his way down the torch lit corridor.
Making it to the end, he was surprised when it opened up, and instead of a monster, what greeted him was a small crowd of people. Haggard with tousled hair, and torn robes emerging into the same room. Most of them dressed in blue robes, marking them as Inner Disciples and at the late stage mortal-tier, with a smattering of black robed individuals.
Luke! You made it! I was worried about you.
He sagged in relief when he found none, his vision swimming, he collapsed onto his knees as adrenaline left his body.
A current of pain surged through his body.
He strained his neck in an effort to look at the wound. Grimacing in disgust, as he saw the arrows shaft sticking out of him.
He gripped it as gently as he could, and cussed in pain, when it moved, just slightly, in response to his touch. With a flex of his will, he sent it to his inventory. Blinking away tears, as the now empty hole in his thigh flared with heat, and hot blood oozed out of it.
He thought morbidly. Blinking even more tears out of his eyes as he did.
Summoning a strip of cloth from his inventory, he wrapped it around his wound tightly, using it as a makeshift bandage, and scrolled through every item he had stored away. Most of it was food and water. Hed stocked even more of it in the week since he got his current quest. Packing enough to survive even months in the wilderness.
Status | Quests |
Capacity: 278.3 kg of 1520 kg
Items:
Healing Potion (x6)
Tier - Mortal
Aid in recovery
Healing Pill (x7)
Tier - Mortal
Aid in recovery
Blood Pills (x6)
Tier - Mortal
Replenish blood
Stamina Pills (x5)
Tier - Mortal
Replenish stamina
He was happy to see his capacity had increased to well over a thousand kilograms. At this point in time it was more than he needed, and would continue to scale rapidly. Far beyond what he ever imagined using.
Reading over the description of the various medicines hes accumulated, some purchased and others pillaged, he withdrew a vial of the healing potion, and one of each pill. A grin came over his face as he pinched one between his fingers.
Errantly, he tossed the pills in his mouth, and washed them down with water. Undoing the hastily done bandage on his leg, he cleaned the wound as best as he could with a wet cloth. Making faces of disgust every time the blood soaked rag came into his sight.
Uncorking the vial of healing potion, he spilled it all onto a fresh piece of cloth, and fastened it around his wound.
A sigh of relief immediately slipped through his mouth as the efficacy of the medicine became apparent. The pain leveled off to tolerable levels moments after the bandage was applied. And a few seconds later, his whole leg started to feel numb. Providing even more comfort.
He waved his hand in front of his face.
He blinked.
Slumping against the wall, he fell asleep. The toll of the day mixed with the effects of the medicine knocking him out instantly.
Groggily rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he leapt to his feet when he realized that he wasnt at his house in the Society. The events of the previous day came rushing back.
Taking a deep breath, he sat back down as he processed all that had happened.
Shaking his head, he suddenly slapped himself. Hard.
Ignoring the sorry state of his mental health, he looked around the room again. Surprised to see a bed in the corner, and on a small table beside it with food and a pitcher of water resting on top of it.
Getting back to his feet, he hobbled forward. Ignoring the throbbing pain in his leg, as he stumbled toward his destination. Collapsing heavily on the bed his eyes raked over the food, frowning in distaste at the cold pieces of chicken and rice, before his eyes landed on the other contents of the table.
A vial of glowing blue liquid, resting atop a letter. Moving the vial aside for the moment, he read through the note.
Luke blinked in surprise as the seconds ticked down on the page.
He continued reading.
Luke folded up the letter, and held up the vial of potion. Sending it to his inventory as he did.
Status | Quests |
Capacity: 277.8 kg of 1640 kg
Items:
Healing Potion
Tier - Warrior
Heals all non-fatal wounds for Mortal-tier beings. Efficacy decreases as the tier of the consumer increases.
Luke folded it up, and sent the food to his inventory. Pulling out a fresh and steaming hot meal instead, and after a moment of deliberation, one of his mortal-tier healing potions as well.
Deciding that his injury, while severe, didnt demand the use of a warrior-tier potion.
He thought, bringing the food to his mouth.
Luke complained to himself, sweat dripping down his face as he tried to pry apart his bandage.
Concentrating briefly, he sent the bandage to his inventory. Sighing in pleasure when the crusty strip of cloth was replaced by fresh air. Letting his sweaty skin of his thigh breath.
he thought.
He opened his status.
| Quests | Inventory
Name: Lukas King
Tier: Mortal
Mana: 640
Rate: 15% per hour
Strength: 40 > 41
Agility: 35 > 44
Constitution: 38 > 40
Arcana: 32
Stat Points: 3
Bloodline: Locked. Conditions not met. (1/10 000)
Charges: 7/10
He tallied up all the points that hed gained.
He shook his head.
He prompted the Seed.
He thought, as added points took effect.
His wound throbbed with pain once again. Pulling him from his musings. Cleaning it out again, he soaked another piece of cloth with a healing potion and wrapped it around his thigh. Then for good measure, popped another set of healing and blood pills.
He picked up the note once again.
ARGGGGG!
He tossed and turned in the bed.
He frowned when it didn't answer.
Getting up from his bed, he paced around the room.
He focused, and his eyes widened in a mixture of surprise and relief.
Luke stared at the countdown on the note. Watching it impatiently as the seconds ticked down, one excruciating second at a time.
He was grateful for the down time. He really was. Another set of pills, and another potion soaked bandage had seen him make a speedy, bordering on miraculous, recovery. The hole had, at some point over the hours, sealed over leaving only a faint scar in its place.
It still hurt when he placed some pressure on it, but since he could walk and even jump with little to no discomfort, Luke was confident that it wouldnt hamper him going forward. And even if it did, Luke was confident that it wouldnt be more than a minor inconvenience.
All that aside, sitting alone in a quiet room, with nothing to do had been torture. So when the walls finally opened up with the oh so familiar mechanized whir, the second the timer on the note hit zero, an anticipatory grin made its way onto his face.
He drew his sword, and raised his shield, ready for any surprises that may come his way, carefully making his way down the torch lit corridor.
Making it to the end, he was surprised when it opened up, and instead of a monster, what greeted him was a small crowd of people. Haggard with tousled hair, and torn robes emerging into the same room. Most of them dressed in blue robes, marking them as Inner Disciples and at the late stage mortal-tier, with a smattering of black robed individuals.
Luke! You made it! I was worried about you.