[Identity]
Title: None
Name: Hero
Race: True Vampire
Affiliation: None
Lineage: ???
Bloodline: ???
Class: None | Path: None | Blessing: None
Tier: 0
AP: 0 | SP: 0
Satiety: Starved (Dormant)
[Attributes:]
Stamina: low-novice
Strength: high-novice
Speed: mid-novice
Magic: low-apprentice
[Skills]
Blood Manipulation: low-apprentice
Blood Drain: low-apprentice
"Tsk." He clicked his mouth, "Even though I'm so special, everything seems so low."
The Watcher laughed. "Low? In the grand scheme of things, yes. But as a Tier 0 plebian you can hardly call it low."
"Anyway, that is all the information I will give you. The only pieces of advice I'm going to give are this- Do not think you can succeed alone, and two- Drink some human blood as soon as you can, a starved vampire can only last so long..." The Watcher said, it's voice and presence fading as his last words were said.
Once again, Hero was alone.
"Do not think you can't succeed alone~ Bye now, I'm going to leave you by yourself~" He mocked with a straight face.
He was bitter. He was truly told the bare minimum. Given a history of the entire world but absolutely nothing about where he was, what anything on his system meant, how it worked, where will he find others, how far is he away from humans? So many questions arose in his head.
Sighing, he scanned his surroundings again, feeling less in awe and more at loss than before.
He saw a dirt path leading into a clearing in the forest.
"Let's go then. Might as well find what's going to kill me first." He started walking, his steps felt light, only having his red monkish robes and a silver sword to carry.
The dirt path narrows into a tunnel of red and yellow. The canopy above choked all sign of the golden Sun until only pin needles of light escaped through the minute cracks. Despite the utter darkness. Hero noticed he could see perfectly fine.
There was a lack of wind, barely any rustling of leaves, just the branches beneath him breaking apart as he trod forth, the silence felt heavier than it should've been.
Hero walked on, his gaze overlooking the trees, bushes, the rustling shapes that slipped in and out of sight. His hand rested tightly on the hilt of his sword, though his eyes were indifferent. At least if he was attacked, it would break the utter boredom he felt.
Minutes stretched, maybe 20 or so. Finally he saw something that broke the monotony of the walk. A blue shimmering lantern that swayed despite the lack of wind, held by a hunched over figure who wore tattered grey robes that looked centuries old, a large leather pack on his back.
It didn't move beside it's blue lantern's unnatural sway.
'Surely, it's heard me by now.' He thought, his steps more cautious.
Slowly, Hero moved forward into the blue light, only then did the hunched figure turn.
Despite being able to see so clearly in the darkness, he cannot see it's face, only light bluish tendrils that prodded out over a set of cyan glowing eyes that had no form.
"Greetings bloodspawn." The figure croaked, it's voice deep and archaic.
'Another strange being. Two in one day. What joys.' He moaned internally.
Hero bowed slightly, "Greetings, I didn't expect to see someone out here."
He wasn't lying, the endless expanse of trees gave him little hope for meeting sentient life so quickly.
'Doesn't seem very human.' He noted, his throat was getting drier by the minute.
The hunched figure let's out a mix between a cough and laugh, "Kukuku. A bloodspawn bowing? Alone, are you? No clan, no kin! How odd. How very odd!" It cocks it's head in confusion.
'Not sane either, it seems.' He sighed.
His eyes narrow as he looks at the hunchback, "You speak as if you know me."
Another wheezing chuckle leaves the figure, "Know you? No, I do not know you. Your kind, I know. I know many things but you? No, no- no such knowledge. A bloodspawn without clan or kin is like a wolf without a pack. Dangerous, cautious, but lost!"
Keeping his voice calm, "If you know so much, do you mind telling me where I am? I am a bit lost, you see."
The glowing eyes blinked although the rest of the body was still like a statue, "Here? not a place of note. The roots remember better than men, but the blood?" It lets out a broken chortle, "The blood remembers best! Or so Malaketh thinks, I have yet to verify her words..."
This confirmed Hero's suspicions.
'Batshit.' He thought.
He stared plainly at the figure, "That makes no sense. Who is Malaketh?"
The chuckling stops abruptly, the creature stares directly into Hero's red eyes. "Middle of Kynesfall Forest. West of Kynesfall, a town west of- nevermind, it's where you should be. Not here. It is not safe here, bloodspawn. Do you not hear the incessant howling?"
The hunched figure shifted restlessly on the spot.
Hero frowned, "Not safe from what? Howling?"
He had already guessed this place wasn't somewhere he should stay, this place made his blood flow unnaturally.
The figure's hazed tendrils shudder as his body freezes briefly. Before returning his gaze to Hero.
"Kynesfall." It responded, "There you will find your kin - or your enemies, mayhap both. It's all the same." He lets out a more broken chuckle, before it breaks off, leaving nothing but the sounds of the forest.
Hero opens his mouth to ask more questions, yet the figure vanished on the spot.
"Meeting one of them all the way out here... I don't know whether to call you lucky or unfortunate." The watcher's voice is heard again, but is gone as quickly as it came.
'Nor do I, useless God.' He thought.
He shook his head, once more standing alone. What was with it and people not wanting to be around him? He was starting to get self-conscious.
The silence pressing down, it left only one path to follow, "Kynesfall. Here's hoping this is the way."
He continues his walk along the only path that lies before him. Hero couldn't help but think about the danger the Harbinger mentioned, it was gnawing at him.
Howling meant it was a canine, but he hadn't heard anything in this forest besides a few rustles, it's been eerily quiet.
'Perhaps a schizophrenic also?' He considered, it wasn't impossible, it was clear that thing wasn't really right in the head.
He shook his head, there's only really one thing he can do and that's keep his guard up, he knows nothing of this place and what's inside.
With that said, he marched onward for a while longer, before coming across something out of the ordinary.
A bloodied carcass.
He crouched down in front of it, inspecting the body.
It was a small, rabbit-like animal, with a horn on it's head and spikes down it's spine. It looked like something had a few bites out of it but left the rest here. It was warm, so recent. He saw a trail of paw prints next to it leading perfectly along the path he was taking.
'Well it means there's a predator around, that's for sure.' He sighed.
Getting up from his crouched position, he continued forth.
He came across another carcass, an anemic deer, with red beady eyes.
Then another... and another. Before too long he realised he was following the path the predator was taking. 'Shit.'
Hero gathered that he's probably going to bump into this beast soon. And to be frank, he didn't want to fight this thing without knowing how to use his own abilities.
Kneeling down at the beast he thought he'd use it as a test subject for blood manipulation.
He opened up his status screen and scrolled down to the ability.
'I wonder if it'll tell me anything about it.'
[Blood Manipulation: low-apprentice]
[A skill all Bloodspawn know inherently. As beings of blood, they have an extent of authority over the blood in their surroundings. This authority scales with the blood purity of the bloodspawn. Use this ability to control the blood around you as you desire.]
'Pretty cool, but how does it work?' He pondered.
"A bloodspawn who doesn't know how to manipulate blood. Amusing." The Watcher commented.
"Fuck you." Hero replied.
Sighing, he sits down in front of the mauled body of a fox in front of him. He could see the blood pooling beneath its torn ribs. It was dark, thick and warm. He dipped a couple fingers into it, rubbing it between them like he was testing a paint.
He didn't feel repulsed the blood. If anything it was like brushing a familiar fabric that he couldn't quite name.
Bringing it to his nose, he inhaled. Metallic and sharp. Not unpleasant however.
Impulsively, he licked it. The taste rolled over his tastebuds, coppery and viscous. Although it wasn't human, his body could feel it was blood.
It was like taking a sip of tea you hadn't had before, not quite sure if you like it.
'So this is blood.'