Skeleton Training. [Solo]

[Strast Dandris]

Strast on heading back from hunting with his brother Guthbrand decided that he had not had enough slaughter for the day and after seeing him off began his own little hunting trip tackling more boars. With some clever thinking and swift placement Strast was able to get a few hits in now and again with his Starter Staff. A good solid thwack to the head of an unsuspecting boar. This was not the norm however as Strast did not want to take the chance of pulling aggro off of his dedicated killing machine Deadite. Yes a name that comes from the same show based off of killing those poor undead creatures. Strast would sometimes not only help out but rather just watch his minion fight with pride. One particular fight stands out above some of the rest.



Strast followed quickly behind his undead minion when the boar that they were charging decided he was going to charge us in return. The boar so enraged at our presence got a running start before slamming Deadite so hard he flew into a nearby tree and broke apart. Thinking that his life was going to end with a quick trip to the cathedral Strast swung his staff as hard as he can getting a really good hit in while the boar was distracted. This was a very satisfying feeling but what made this fight all the more prominent in his mind was watching the bones that had scattered from his skeletal friend come rolling and a rattling back together again to fight once more uncaring of the punishment that they had so recently sustained. Even in this video game fantasy world that sight was still just a bit unnerving to witness. The thought of something as unstoppable as death itself getting up again and again to hack at you put chills down Strast spine. With a quick and heartfelt sigh of relief he stepped back as Deadite jumped up and slammed his sword down hard on the boars head and followed it with a shield slam to the snout as if to say "HA!" in the face of the boar as if asking if that was all it could do.



"This world is so amazing, so full of life and unlife as the case may be Deadite but do not worry their will be a place for us both in this world and when i can afford to do so I will be able to get you outfitted more elaborately as the case may be for a traveling fighter such as yourself." Strast told his unspeaking companion after a short break from fighting. This is not so bad a life he thought to himself as he ate a succlient pork loin "without taste" and washed it down with some refreshing water. At least the water didn’t taste awful or tasteless as everything else did. It just tasted like clean crisp and cool water but this was actually an improvement of some of the water he had to drink in the other world.


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[Strast Dandris]

As yet another boar fell to the combined might of Deadite and Strast and the boar meat properly secured. Strast sat down on a nearby rock with a sigh. "Good job Deadite." Strast says with a small smile. "Must be nice to never get tired." he says wistfully. As the time slips by Strast leans back against the tree thinking of the days ahead. What type of land was he in? England obviously but yet not. This was a world where magic and monsters actually existed. A land where power was truly needed to walk over the next hill and respect could be earned by killing the evil and corrupt. This world was so new and exciting and at the same time frightening. 

A loud noise brought Strast out of his reverie as a loud Bang followed by a squeal brought him to his senses to the sight of Deadite happily *If the dead could be happy* beating away at the boar that had wandered close enough to aggro on him.  As soon as Deadite had established some aggro by beating on the poor boar with his rusty sword and shield Strast closed in slowly to give a few solid whacks with his staff to help out the process of farming these poor pigs. "Farming" Thought Strast was an interesting concept. Maybe that would be something that he would one day be doing. Yet for the time being he needed to get up his strength. Thus he continued this process long into the evening before deciding to head back to the city and sell off his meat to one of the people of the land. 

Heading into the place where he in and his brother stayed which was a run down building at the edge of Londinium, Strast saw that his brother was not there and decided to catch  some sleep while he had Deadite stand guard. The next morning when Strast awoke he found a note left for him by his brother. 

"Going hunting with a small group meet us there if you want to come." was all the note said with some directions at the bottom of the note. This is a good chance to meet some new people so Strast grabbed his staff and bag and told Deadite to follow him and set off with a skip in his step as he made for the rendezvous point while humming the theme for the song March of Cambreadth.

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