Kantrilla was waiting outside the dungeon. I would have preferred she wait inside Khyrmin’s cabin or somewhere comfortable, but she didn’t. “Do you need any healing, Llyr?”
I shook my head, “No, I’m alright.” I put the spear down in the small pile of weapons. There was one big difference between this dungeon and others. Monsters from inside couldn’t leave the dungeon. Thus, it was safe to leave the weapons around even with metal spirits a few yards away. That was also why it wasn’t watched over by a group of people, and Khyrmin was allowed to monopolize it for herself. Some other people might have desired going to the dungeon for the guaranteed weapon drops… but there were reasons they didn’t. First, the dungeon was out of the way. Second, it was very inconvenient to fight in it. Third, most of the weapons sucked. Only those from the third and later floors were of decent quality. More importantly, most people would have to defeat the metal spirits by destroying the weapons, and scrap metal could be found in other dungeons with less annoying monsters. Finally… it was likely very few people knew about it. It was probably on a list in the adventurer’s guild somewhere, but definitely not on any sort of recommended list.
I wasn’t there for the weapons, though. They were just a side effect. I was there to learn Return Weapon… and I’d just had a moment of inspiration inside the dungeon. Maybe it wouldn’t pay off, but I thought it had the potential.
I tried to use Return Weapon on the spear I’d just dropped. Nothing happened. That was to be expected, because I hadn’t exactly attached any strings of mana to it. Then I carefully placed my rapier on the ground.
I used Return Weapon… and it twitched. That wasn’t very impressive, seeing as I had been able to pull my weapon back to me many times… but it was better for another reason. I hadn’t precreated the threads, instead they only appeared when I tried to use the skill. Just to be sure, I tried again with the spear and a dagger lying in the pile. Then I tried again with my sword, and pulled it to my hand. Slowly. The first foot of movement it was like I was turning a crank, before everything snapped into place and the hilt sped into my hand.
That was it then. There was more than just the physical… magical? connection with the weapon. There was also a sort of mental connection. It was my sword. I’d used it for days, and would be sad if I lost it. Maybe the emotional connection wasn’t actually important, but in that case knowing the details of it, how it worked and moved… maybe that mattered. Either way, I could do it. It wasn’t just shooting out threads of mana to grab onto it either. When I looked closely, the threads formed from both ends and connected in the middle. Perhaps there was some lingering trace of me or my mana on the weapon.
It made sense, anyway. The first person I’d seen use it was Ruslan. While he could perfectly well have attached threads as he threw a spear, they would have had to lengthen and extend. They would likely drag it down. I hadn’t seen them at the time either, but that didn’t mean anything. However, it made the most sense if they had only been there to pull it back after it pierced through the target. By that point, I was just in awe of the throw, and not paying as much attention to the aftermath except the fact that it returned. Besides, seeing the threads wasn’t easy especially if you weren’t looking.
I looked down at the sword in my hand. “Well… I guess… I’m done here?” That wasn’t entirely true. I could still improve the distance at which I could use Return Weapon, and the speed of both pulling it in but starting the process. However, that was just practice now that I knew what I was doing.
It had been a long time since I had taken a good look at my attributes and skills. Sure, I looked over them occasionally, but the last time I had gone over them in depth was when everyone in the party was comparing. That was before Kasner got injured… and the group split. We were still going to get back together… at least, that was the plan. Even so, it was a disheartening feeling.
|All In (Strength)|
|Club Mastery (4)|
|Dodging Mastery (5)|
|Melee Weapon Mastery (6)|
|Halberd Mastery (2)|
|Bow Mastery (5)|
|Sling Mastery (2)|
|Ranged Weapon Mastery (5)|
|Warhammer Mastery (2)|
|Armor Mastery (3)|
|Mace Mastery (5)|
|Striking Mastery (2)|
|Grappling Mastery (3)|
|Longsword Mastery (3)|
|Parrying Mastery (3)|
|Shield Mastery (3)|
|Glaive Mastery (3)|
|Spear Mastery (5)|
|Rapier Mastery (3)|
|Analyze Strength (4)|
|Martial Trance (5)|
|Whirlwind Attack (4)|
|Piercing Spear (4)|
|Rapid Shot (1)|
|Return Weapon (3)|
It had been months- before the party split up I’d already grown to level 17, and I got the remainder of the last level in Khyrmin’s dungeon. Combined with regular training then training with Sgar… my Strength had almost broken the 800 threshold. It might have already, but I wasn’t really working on it that much for the past few weeks.
Training with Khyrmin had done wonders for my Dexterity, and even Wisdom. I supposed working on my reaction times counted as the “mental finesse” that Wisdom represented. I certainly needed a lot of that to deal with Khyrmin’s attacks.
Along with that, my other attributes improved. Toughness was half because Khyrmin kept filling me full of holes. I wasn’t sure if that was on purpose, or just to motivate me to do better. It still wasn’t anything impressive, but I would keep working on it.
I only had one real complaint about my status screen. Besides my Strength being equivalent to the next four attributes put together, anyway. There were too. many. different. weapon. masteries.
Sure, it was my fault, but seriously, they made everything a mess. It was just cluttered and dumb and… honestly, somewhat of a waste of effort. Well, it was good that I could probably pick up most weapons and do something with them, and I had to learn what was good to use somehow. It wasn’t like I was particularly behind in any area either. As a Martial Apprentice, that sort of training was somewhat expected for a while… and training them was easy. In fact, I’d heard weapon masteries would train even more easily once I became a Martial Adept in… 7 more levels. So maybe another year, though it could be less or more depending on how things went. Like looking for a druid to heal Kasner. I had probably already taken too long training… but then again it was better to be safe. He wouldn’t want other people to get hurt trying to help him.