[SP-03] Elven Steel <<Earning a Living>>

[Ourian Clemmens 0]

[iD: 4962]

BD: 7 (+1) Success (1 Damage)

CD: 1

LD: 5

MD: 8 Success (2 Damage)

 

"Eat this!" Lafeal shouted, throwing her sword at the golem, impaling it in the stomach. As she rant to retrieve the sword, however, the golem pulled it out and tossed it back at her, catching her in the shoulder. The golem was noticeably weak now and hopefully one more attack will bring it down...

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Lafeal: [/////////////////] 6/17 [bD +1]

Ourian: [/////////////////] 10/17 

Golem: [/////////] 1/9 [Dmg +1]

[Ourian Clemmens 0]

[iD: 4963] 2 5 3 7

BD: 2 Failure

CD: 5 

LD: 3 (+1)

MD: 7 Success (1 Damage)

 

"Okay... you need to die!" Ourian shouted, charging forward in an attempt to stab the golem through the chest, however it wasn't going to fall for the same stunt twice in a row and smacked Ourian into the wall. As Ourian slid to the ground, Lafeal jumped onto the golem's back to get its attention. 

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Lafeal: [/////////////////] 6/17 [bD +1]

Ourian: [/////////////////] 9/17 

Golem: [/////////] 1/9 [Dmg +1]

[Ourian Clemmens 0]

[iD: 4964]

BD: 2 (+1) Failure

CD: 12

LD: 16

MD: 5 Failure

 

"Ourian! Kill this bastard!" Lafeal shouted, still grabbing on to its neck for dear life. The golem flailed and grabbed at her, but was unable to get a hold of her due to its bulky form. Likewise, due to the golem having a fit, Lafeal was unable to attack.

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Lafeal: [/////////////////] 6/17 [bD +1]

Ourian: [/////////////////] 9/17 

Golem: [/////////] 1/9 [Dmg +1]

[Ourian Clemmens 0]

[iD: 4965]

BD: 7 Success (2 Damage

CD: 3

LD: 12 (+1) Loot Obtained (45 Col)

MD: 10 Epic Critical (3 Damage)

 

Nodding his head in agreement, Ourian rushes at the golem once more, which slammed him into the wall once again with a swipe of its arm. Freeing himself from the golem's hand, he stabs its hand to make it back off. 

 

"JUST DIE!!!" Ourian shouted as he jumped up and spun around to deliver a spinning slash that decapitated the golem, causing it to shatter like glass and signalling its defeat. As he landed, Ourian obtained a loot sphere. Getting excited, he activated it only to find a little bit of col. Pocketing the col with a sour expression, he walks over to Lafeal and helps her up. 

 

"Thanks..." She tells him. As soon as he let her go, however, she fell right back to the ground. 

 

"Are you okay?" Ourian asked, kneeling down to try and help her up again. 

 

"Yeah..." She assured him, however when she got back on her feet, she fell once again.

 

"No you're not... Here..." Ourian told her, kneeling down to pick her up.

 

"Wait, NO! Hey!" She argued, but Ourian was already sheathing his sword and attempting to pick her up. 

 

"Oh chill out..." Ourian sighed, picking her up at the knees and back and carrying her out of the cave and abandoning the torch. They were close enough to the entrance of the cave that they didn't need it anymore. Once outside, he looked at Lafeal to see her face was almost as red as a cherry. "Are you seriously that embarrassed about me carrying you when you're hurt?"

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Lafeal: [/////////////////] 6/17 [bD +1]

Ourian: [/////////////////] 6/17 

Golem: [Deceased] LD: 13 (45 Col)

[Ourian Clemmens 0]

As he asked the question, Lafeal just blushed even more. Deciding that he wasn't going to get anything out of her for a bit, he just continued to carry her to the next spot where they were going to gather materials. As soon as he was about to set her down, however, she spoke up.

 

"Ourian... let's just head back to the shop for today... We'll continue first thing in the morning..."

 

"Are you sure?" He asked her, still willing to complete his training. When Lafeal nodded, however, he didn't argue the point and carried her towards town.

[Ourian Clemmens 0]

"Umm... Ourian? Is it possible for you to carry me on your back?" Lafeal asked, her face turning redder by the second. "The way you're carrying me now is a little uncomfortable..."

 

"Sure. One sec..." Ourian agreed, placing her down so he could turn around and kneel down for her to grab on to his shoulders so he could pick her up. As he did so, he made a seat out of his hands by interlocking his fingers for her to sit on so he could make sure she wouldn't fall. 

 

"Just watch your hands, buddy!" She teased, making the two of them laugh as the village came into view. As they passed the gates of the village, Ourian felt Lafeal's head droop onto his shoulder. Judging by her breathing, she fell asleep. Smiling, he grabbed the set of keys from her pocket and opened the door to the shop for her. As soon as they were inside, Ourian judged that her bedroom was upstairs. After the climb up the steps, he found two rooms, one with the door closed and an open one. Judging from the emptiness of the open room aside from a bed and dresser, that was a spare room. 

 

Gently, he opened the other door and walked her over to her bed, and placed her on the bed. He couldn't help but look around the room to see that, although she was an NPC, she was so much like a real person. In a way, her room reminded him of his sister's with all the stuffed animals in the corver and blue blankets and decorations. Ourian just smiled as he walked back to the door. As soon as he was about to shut the door behind him, however, Lafeal called out to him.

 

"You can stay in the room across the hall. This way we can get started bright and early." She told him. With a nod, Ourian closed the door and walked over to the guest room, checked his inventory to remove all of his equipment, aside from his pants, and quickly fell asleep.

[Ourian Clemmens 0]

Stretching, Ourian rose from his well earned sleep, yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. At first, he was confused as to where he was. About a minute later, he remembered that he was still at the Elven Steel shop where he was training to become a Blacksmith. Checking the clock by the bed, he saw that it was only six in the morning. Walking downstairs, he looked to see if Lafeal was awake yet. 

 

After checking the entire shop, Ourian decides to check her bedroom. Without thinking, he opens the door and walks inside.

 

"Lafeal are you awa-" Ourian began, but he was stunned as he saw Lafeal in nothing but a pink bra and matching underwear. Froze to the spot, Ourian's face started to turn bright red, as did Lafeals.

 

"GET OUT!!!" She screamed, throwing her pillow at him. As soon as it hit him in the head, he ran out the door.

 

"I'm sorry!" He yelled, running for dear life and closing the bedroom door behind him.