The sun slid behind the mountains, and Jack stared at Lydia sleeping. "Arad returned. We should visit him tomorrow," He carried the crystal ball resting at the bedside table and put it on Lydia's forehead.
[HP: 198/384][MP: 288/288][SP: 169/288]
"Still not fully healed. I guess a few more days before you're up and running," Jack sighed, looking at the ball.
[Name: Jack Bertha][Race: human][Class: Rogue]
[Level: 14/20][Exp: 165000][Sub-class: Trapper thief]
[Strength: 12] [Agility: 19] [Constitution: 12]
[Magic: 6] [Intelligence: 18] [Wisdom: 16]
[HP: 182][MP: 84][SP: 231]
[Thives Cant] A secret language, a mix of pronunciation, whistles, body language, and pitches that allows you to mix encrypted messages into the day-to-day conversation. It can also be used to encrypt writing.
[Muscle memory] Due to intensive training and repetition. You can perform actions without thinking, like walking to a place or creating a small contraption.
[Fast Reflex] Your reflexes were honed after rigorous training. Your body reacts on its own to attacks and moves out of the way as long it's fast enough.
[Vertical work] Since you run a lot, you have gained the ability to climb, slid, and jump through obstacles with ease.
[Thief's eyes] You have the ability to determine where people are looking and stay out of their cone of vision.
[Imposter] You can mimic someone's else speech, writing, and behaviors. The effectiveness of this skill relies on how much you know the target.
[Echolocation] You have the ability to determine your surrounding by sound.
[Dagger Art] The skill of using daggers knives in combat.
"Nice, I did master it enough to get a skill," He smiled, seeing the echolocation skill. His time with Alcott wasn't wasted. With this, he will feel more comfortable planting traps in the dark.
Lydia opened her eyes, a golden flame glowing in them. She sat and looked at the window with a stern face.
"I can smell it, the stench of the dead," She growled, looking around for her sword.
"You're awake? What are you talking about," Jack looked at Lydia's face.
"They are coming. I can sense them in the air." Lydia tried to stand, but Jack pushed her back to bed, "You rest. I will go see what's going on and get back to you." Jack smiled.
"Fine," Lydia sighed, "But I will charge if I sense them getting close to the city." She glared at the window. "There must be a high-rank undead between them if I can sense the stench from here."
"Which direction are they coming from?"
"They already reached Arad's house. I can sense them around there."
Jack smiled, "Divine sense. Was it? It calls paladins to crusade against great evil. Tell god. It's a rogue taking the crusade today."
Jack ran to the window and jumped out, bouncing off the thin line used to hang clothes and reaching the roof of the next building.
BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM! Jack ran on the tile roofs, glaring forward, ^I don't think I can take on a lich alone. My best bet is to do the best I can to stop the smaller undead.^ He whistled.
After about a minute, several thieves appeared, running beside Jack.
"What's it? Doing a call at such a time," One of the thieves growled.
"Undead attacking the city from the east, trap their way and make sure they never reach the walls," Jack replied, glaring at them, "You can't steal if the people died, can you?"
"You're right, but are you sure there are undead?" One of the thieves gasped, glaring at him.
"It's the word of a paladin. You can be sure nine times out of ten it's true." Jack stared back at them and then looked forward.
"I see, it's that Lydia's girl. You sly bastard," The thieve giggled, "Leave it to us. We need people to keep making money so we can steal it."
BAM! The thieves spread across the city, "Do your best, and steal from your families if you must!" Jack shouted, jumping from the last building before the wall.
Thud! He landed in the middle of the guard barracks. He took a deep breath, "WAKE THE FUCK UP! UNDEAD ARE OUTSIDE THE WALL!" He shouted at the top of his lungs, smiling as he pulled a steel wire from his pocket.
ZIP! Jack threw the wire at the wall and climbed as fast as he could, quickly reaching the top before the guards could get out. He stared at the city outskirts, smiling.
"If they are coming from Arad's house. That considering he didn't blast them. They will come from this direction as it's easy to traverse," He looked at the middle road, "Or from the forest if they have a smart leader."
Jack scratched his head, ^I'm not a tactical leader, but I can guess where they could approach from, and it's time to put my traps to use,^
Jack jumped from the wall, falling a haybale and quickly emerging out. "AWAA! I'm all scratched up!" He shook his hands, running toward the first spot where he could put his traps.
^I don't have that many explosives left. I better use them to topple down trees and have them roll downhill to kill as many undead as possible.^ Jack started setting his traps one after the other.
CRACK! Jack stopped moving his hands, remaining frozen in place. He could feel the heavy pressure falling on his back. Something immense and powerful stared at him.
"Stray dog, do you want to fight?" A deep growl came from behind him.
Jack was barely able to breathe, but he recognized the voice, "I heard this voice before. You're that tiefling from the crazy village."
"Buying time to think of a way to run away, a smart one indeed," The voice said in a stern tone, "Here, it's a memento from an old friend of mine. It's nothing big, but may it brings you a fortune." SWOSH! TING! A small tsubaless wakizashi pierced the ground beside Jack's legs.
Jack looked at the wakizashi. It had a glowing sun mark on its hilt.
"Its owner was a rogue as well, going by the name Daraku."
"It looks like a magic item, I don't have enough time to attune to it, and I can't use magic either." Jack looked at the wakizashi, disappointed.
"Do your best," ZON! The voice disappeared, and the pressure lifted from Jack's chest.