Chapter: 34
He either missed at worst, and at best, hit them with the handle-end of the knife, doing no damage. Sometimes he missed completely and had to fish his knife out of a murky pond.
Getting frustrated, he was slowly giving up.
“Ah shit, what’s wrong with my throwing?” Jay pondered, looking at his incredibly dull cooking knife.
“Perhaps it’s the knife… it’s probably not balanced for throwing I guess? Oh well, I guess it is just a cooking knife. I’ll find an actual dagger or throwing knife once I get back to town, maybe that merchant sells them…
Oh yeah, I should probably get another cooking knife too, heh” he chuckled.
“Well, I guess I could also start punching, maybe get a fist fighting skill or a hand-to-hand combat proficiency” Looking at his fist, he thought this wasn’t a bad idea – but ultimately decided against it.
“Nah, I’m a necromancer. A caster. I shouldn’t be engaged in melee combat. If only I had a spell or something… hmm, maybe I can secretly learn something from other adventurers..”
Doing a cheeky half-smile, he re-equipped his knife and decided to stop throwing it.
The slaughter had been going on for a few hours now, and Jay was beginning to notice his knapsack getting heavier and heavier, while the Don’s were each missing a few health.
The stink of the marsh was just as pungent as when he entered; he was not growing accustomed to it at all. Close to levelling up to 4, he marched on, eager to leave this putrid marsh behind.
As he went from clearing to clearing, he had noticed a small dirt mound poking above the reeds.
“Probably a den with the dungeon boss in it” he thought; deciding to avoid it as he went along, “I’ll hit level 4 before I investigate it, then get out of this dump”.
Looting the fur scraps from his latest victims and beginning to leave the clearing, he noticed one of the Don’s had a crack trailing from its jaw to the back of its skull.
“Ooo, Looks painful”. He winced a little. “You’re lucky to not feel pain”. Giving Don a quizzical look as he moved closer.
“Strangely, it isn’t being reinforced with solidified green gas… perhaps that only happens where they’re first being constructed?”
Gripping Don’s skull and tracing his finger across the crack.
“Hmm… it looks pretty bad. I wonder if I can repair you somehow” he said as he held out his hand over the fracture.
“Rise.”
The green gas left his hand before dissipating again, as a notification appeared.
[Must be cast on a small corpse or nothing will happen]
“Hmm, I’m not trying to raise something, so I guess that won’t work since it’s already risen”.
Holding out his hand, he tried again – this time, thinking about how he channelled the ambient mana into his body.
He imagined a well again as he waved his hand – this time the bottom of the well being Don’s skull. He felt a sort of current forming between his hand and Don’s skull.
Instead of chanting ‘rise’ he said ‘Mend’.
The green luminous gas left his hand once again – though this time it was moving and taking shape, forming a miniature cyclone of sorts – appearing as if it was being sucked down a drain.