2nd Left Leg XDM w/ jet +hidden blade
Cyber Magic: 120/120
Points to Allocate:
0
Quests:
Investigate- Word on the street is there’s a traitor among us. Find and prosecute the mole.
Rewards:
+10% Hero’s Blessing
Thievery:
Reclaim gold in the Theloom dungeon
Possible alliance with Dokumbe
Retrieve:
Locate Sir Redfeur and bring back to Lady Gavori dead or alive.
???
I gave 70 toward stamina, 100 toward agility, 30 toward charisma, and 28 toward strength. The cap for charisma was 100, same with willpower, but strength, agility, and stamina were uncapped, which would explain why Gerald was so OP.
I shared my stat numbers with Madeem, who explained the benefits of maxing out willpower and charisma. A maxed out willpower would make any mind-control powers, magic-driven or otherwise, nearly impossible. And a maxed out charisma bar would apparently turn you into some type of big cheese. Of course no one ever wanted to sacrifice points toward those two over the other categories, but with the buffs I got from my friendly neighborhood shaman orc, I could feed willpower and charisma next without feeling guilty about it.
After explaining to Madeem what had happened between Rufian, me, and the power of the dungeon core, he understood how I leveled up so fast. He called the power output a blessing in disguise, I called it a near-death experience. As for Rufian being Rufian, I could tell Madeem was itching to nag me about it. After all, he had warned me.
“Yeah, we can skip the I told you so. Jezz is here, the shard is here, and that’s what’s important.”
His eyes blew up. “Ya mean ya got de shield?”
“Keep it a secret. We still have a spy in our camp. Honestly, we weren’t supposed to tell anyone about the first one, but… we needed to keep everyone’s spirits up.”
“Mi hear ya. But does she know? Jezz? Bout her brutha?”
“Not yet. I plan on talking to her about the whole thing. And she’s avoiding talking about what had happened to her like the plague. Ugh, bad analogy.”
“No more secrets,” he insisted. “Di both ya need to be honest wit each otha.”
“Yeah, I know. It’s just… more complicated than it sounds.”
He chuckled, then gulped down his drink. With a satisfied grunt, he said, “Mi owe ya an apology, hero. About Jezz…”
“No you don’t. We all handle grief in different ways.”
“Ya know, ya neva fail to impress me, Silas. Ya killin’ it out there. Big time wins. We almost at di finish line.”
“Heh, can’t give me all the credit. Alzera helped me along the way.”
“Even so. We talkin’ bout the fae shard, hero. Not an easy feat fightin’ the high orda.”
“You’re telling me. I actually learned how to fly with the jet boots, and I’m more determined than ever to get some XDH gear on me. I feel like I could do so much more with upgraded gear,” I said, looking down at my cyber sleeve with a smile on my face. “At level 100, I’ll be ready to use the variant.”
“Di Punisher is on your radar, huh, boy?”
“Always been. Trust me, Madeem, when I upgrade, I’ll be unstoppable.”
He looked at me funny. “Those eyes on ya, da look of a mad man.”
I turned to him confused. “What do you mean?”
“Trust me Silas, while the H classes come with great perks, it is where overloadin’ is harda ta beat.”
“My willpower is high, and I plan on feeding it again real soon. I don’t have anything to be afraid of, Madeem. I won’t cyberload. I’ve seen what this technology can do, and I want to use it to end this war. I feel like that big boss fight would have been impossible to win, if it hadn’t been for Gerald’s help…”
He paused, pivoting his head toward me slowly. “Come again?”
“Lucyna’s titan guard, or ex-titan guard. The same guy who killed me, and the same guy who’d saved Jezz. I don’t know much about the details yet. Jezz and I hadn’t gotten the time to talk solo. But what I do know is that he risked his life to save Senterra, and he wants to redeem himself. Which is why I’d hope you’d let bygones be bygones and fix him up with a prosthetic arm. He got injured during the big fight against the titan fae council.”
“HAHA!” Madeem burst into tears and a gut-wrenching laugh as he got back on his feet. “Now I know ya lost it, Silas! All that pressure finally gotten to ya head. Teamin’ up wit our worst enemy? Second to the royal family?”
“I’m not kidding around, Madeem,” I said, standing up with him. “I know having my skull crushed inside my brain doesn’t compare to years of abuse for an entire civilization, but on a personal level, I had to make a big choice—to hold onto hate, or to move toward a common ground. And we all want the same thing.”
