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Updates and progress Amatherean Tales - One Flew Over The Dragon's Nest Book 1 Chapter 1 - Squished Chapter 2 - The Computer Says No Chapter 3 - T's & C's Chapter 4 - Evad Si Eht Tseb Chapter 5 - Starter Zone Chapter 6 - First Combat Chapter 7 - Level Up Chapter 8 - Lore And Order Chapter 9 - Farming Chapter 10 - Badger, Badger, Badger Chapter 11 - Soooooo Sad Chapter 12 - Doe a Deer Chapter 13 - Grey Areas Chapter 14 - Freeeeeedom Airlines Chapter 15 - Hoglings Upgrade Chapter 16 - Killic Chapter 17 - Tailor Fizzlewick Chapter 18 - Eye of the Town Chapter 19 - Bath and Bored Chapter 20 - Graveyard Shift Chapter 21 - Shopping Chapter 22 - Crypt Diving Chapter 23 - Salty Chapter 24 - Water Fight Chapter 25 - Makes No Sense Chapter 26 - Profession Chapter 27 - Hidden Gem Chapter 28 - Cheat Chapter 29 - The Pox Chapter 30 - The Docks Chapter 31 - The Wandering Ogre Chapter 32 - One Good Deed Deserves Another Chapter 33 - You Would Think He Would Think Chapter 34 - Visitor Chapter 35 - Bob! Chapter 36 - Announcements Chapter 37 - Discovery Chapter 38 - Heresy Chapter 39 - A Bolt From The Blue Chapter 40 - Martial Arts Chapter 41 - Not So Familiar Chapter 42 - Up, Up, and Away Chapter 43 - The Not Living, Living Chapter 44 - Adjudicator Chapter 45 - Breakfast At The Hogling Arms Chapter 46 - Compound Chapter 47 - Burn Baby Burn Chapter 48 - When It Rains It Pours Chapter 49 - Bordon The Brandisher Chapter 50 - Distracted Chapter 51 - Thanks Chapter 52 - Looking Down Chapter 53 - Broken Heart Chapter 54 - Emotional Progress One Flew Over The Dragon's Nest Book 2 Chapter 1 - Training & Development Chapter 2 - Cottages Chapter 3 - Homemaker Chapter 4 - Mushroom, Mushroom Chapter 5 - Skill Selection Chapter 6 - Not Leaving The Past Behind Chapter 7 - Kata Claws Chapter 8 - Missing Gnoll Chapter 9 - Oooo Shiny Chapter 10 - Homeward Bound! Chapter 11 - Friends Of The Forest Chapter 12 - Mountains And Mithril Chapter 13 - An Idea Perhaps Chapter 14 - Insanity Chapter 15 - What's A Borzie? Chapter 16 - Amatherean Stand-off Chapter 17 - Charge Chapter 18 - Legionnaire Chapter 19 - Second Chance Chapter 20 - Sandboxes And Sandcastles Chapter 21 - Future Remembrance Chapter 22 - What Mana Chapter 23 - Council Chapter 24 - Gobbler Chapter 25 - Professional Opportunity Chapter 26 - Acquaintances Chapter 27 - Proposal Chapter 28 - Votes Count Chapter 29 - Who, What, Why Chapter 30 - Angelic Presence Chapter 31 - What! Chapter 32 - Magical Transference Chapter 33 - Fire Chapter 34 - From Above Chapter 35 - Wyvern Chapter 36 - Darren Chapter 37 - New Allegiances Chapter 38 - Setting Quests Chapter 39 - There And Back Again Chapter 40 - Missing Chapter 41 - Into The Dark Chapter 42 - Pit Chapter 43 - Following Orders Chapter 44 - Grey Matter Chapter 45 - Unknown Chapter 46 - Progressing Well Chapter 47 - Don't Go Down There Chapter 48 - The Root Of All Evil Chapter 49 - Archery Chapter 50 - Mistake Chapter 51 - Highs And Lows Chapter 52 - Secrets Chapter 53 - A Binding Oath Amatherean Tales - One Flew Over The Dragon's Nest Book 3 Chapter 1 - Road Trip Chapter 2 - Cuopi Chapter 3 - Mollic Chapter 4 - If It Happens Chapter 5 - Asterfal Chapter 6 - Introductions Chapter 7 - Future and Foresight Chapter 8 - Breakfast and Bed Chapter 9 - Freefall Chapter 10 - Petunia Chapter 11 - Dinner Party Chapter 12 - Carlito Chapter 13 - Confirmed Chapter 14 - Searching Chapter 15 - Quiller Chapter 16 - Black Griffin Chapter 17 - Shark Bait Chapter 18 - Caged Animals Chapter 19 - Release Chapter 20 - Class Development Chapter 21 - Job Chapter 22 - Mind Games Chapter 23 - Incomprehensible Chapter 24 - Property and Proposal Chapter 25 - At Long Last Chapter 26 - Moon and Sickle Chapter 27 - New Branch Chapter 28 - Zigferd Chapter 29 - Proposition Chapter 30 - Levels Don't Matter Chapter 31 - Triple X Chapter 32 - Marriage Chapter 33 - Paranoia, Pets, Possessions Chapter 34 - Vows Chapter 35 - His Lordship Chapter 36 - Diplomatic Relations Chapter 37 - Synchronisation Chapter 38 - Saviour Chapter 39 - Normality Chapter 40 - Sunstone and Lollipops Chapter 41 - Paws for Claws Chapter 42 - The Squirrel Sphere Chapter 43 - Departure Chapter 44 - Clock Tower Chapter 45 - Warehouse Chapter 46 - It's a Trap! Chapter 47 - Audits and Enchantments Chapter 48 - Confronted Chapter 49 - Payback Chapter 50 - Life and Death Chapter 51 - Going Home

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Chapter 20 - Sandboxes And Sandcastles

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“I did not realise that the Clawed Avenger could level through combat?” SJ said, surprised.

“Yes. All skills can improve with time, as does your Kata with training. You have used your claws very efficiently today with your hit-and-run tactics,” Dave said.

“I don’t know what this N/A part is and why nothing has been given for reaching level 10.”

“I have no idea. In the beginning, there is no information pertaining to what it means as not usually offered.”

“Could you raise a ticket again?”

“Give me a few minutes. I can’t guarantee response times. You know how long it took them last time.”

SJ had 6 stat points and 2 skill points she could allocate. Opening her character sheet, she decided on what to increase. Her dexterity naturally increased with her levels. Considering her options, she chose to add two to Constitution and Charisma and then one to Wisdom and Intelligence. The decisions were based on her understanding of the skills she had been offered, what the main attribute bonuses aligned to, and that the counter for some of her skills was Wisdom and Intelligence. Thinking logically, she didn’t want to fall foul of someone with her own skill base.

 

 

Legionnaire 25007077

Name: SJ

Age: 27

Race: Fae

Class: Assassin

Alignment: Neutral Good

↻  Level: 11

Experience: 322 of 3000

Hit Points: 98 of 98

Mana Points: 60

Armour Class: 15

Attributes:

Strength: 10

Dexterity: 21

Intelligence: 11

Wisdom: 11

Constitution: 16

Charisma: 13

Skills

Racial:

Night Vision – you have improved vision in poor light conditions.

Flight – when in miniature Fae form, you can learn to fly. Flying is not available in humanoid form.

Shapeshift – the ability to switch between Fae forms.

Class:

Martial Arts – Kata Level 6, Clawed Avenger Level 3

Subterfuge – Identification Level 7 – 98 of 200 to level 8, Shroud Level 2

Profession:

Tailor Level 3

Symbiosis:

Dragon Sense – your senses, touch, hearing, smell, and sight are heightened.

Precognition – foreknowledge due to increased perception will allow you to evade a killing blow. (24hr cooldown)

Divine lightning – your blood is combined with that of a Blue Dragon, increasing healing speed while out of combat.

Malware: Waiver (Sandboxed)

Inventory: 10 slots (10 special)

Followers: 3

 

 

“Excellent choices. I am pleasantly surprised,” Dave said sarcastically.

Rolling her eyes at his comment, she checked out her damage ratings. With her increased Dexterity and skill progression in her Clawed Avenger to level 3, she did an additional 26 damage per strike above the base weapon damage, gaining +1 for each Dexterity above 10 and +15 for the Clawed Avenger. The significant damage increase would help with any surprise attacks she performed.

Smiling broadly, SJ lay back in the grasses for a few minutes, letting herself digest the sudden growth.

“Now I am above Level 10. I guess I will need to move on soon,” SJ said.

“Erm. There may be a slight problem,” Dave said shyly.

“What problem?” SJ asked, frowning, concerned at his reply.

“I am not sure yet, but the Sandbox the System uses is a little strange in handling the growth changes. The more I have dug into it, the more I realise that you were placed here because the area was already being sandboxed as a precautionary measure.”

“What do you mean? The System went against its promise of no repercussions then?”

“No, it hasn’t, that’s the thing. It was already trialling it, but I believe it deliberately placed you here so you aren’t sandboxed. You have just been placed in the Sandbox. Which may be in your favour or against. Normally, once you reach level 10, you just jump in a wagon and move to the next territory or the nearest larger town or city, and hey presto, carry on questing and growing. The problem is with what the System seems to have activated. This is not necessary.”

“Not necessary, why? Have I been trapped here?”

“No. It’s even stranger than that. Open your map feature.”

SJ did as Dave said, and her vision was flooded suddenly with a new screen. Most of it was blacked out, which she assumed was the fog of war. Near the bottom left of the page was a tiny area with colour. Focusing on it, she could zoom in. As she did, she began to see more detail, with marked territory borders in a feint outline and broad open areas, which she guessed must be the seas or oceans that separated the continents. They contained respective numbers, which she believed were level-based for gaining experience.

As she zoomed in further, she eventually reached where she could read Killic.

“So, what am I looking for?” SJ asked.

“Can you see the territory boundary?”

“Yes. It stretches quite far by its looks.”

“As soon as you reached level 10, it adjusted.”

“What do you mean adjusted?”

“The territory has expanded to accommodate the surrounding territories, which were basically suitable for 10-20 level Legionnaires and Amathereans.”

“That’s good then, isn’t it?”

“It is yes and no. This means that borders gradually increase as you gain levels. I don’t think this has anything to do with you being an anomaly. It is more about what the system was testing. I can’t be certain, but I think it had hoped either Malcolm or Darjey had reached level 10 to trigger it previously.”

“So, why is it possibly not a good thing then?”

“You have already seen that some beings in the area are at much higher levels than I told you to expect.”

“Yes.”

“Well, it has now increased the level variance even further. You can’t see it on your map, but the territory borders are now open to all beings up to and including level 40.”

“But Bob came here at Level 88?”

“Bob is not classed as a normal being. He also had no intention of doing anything; I am pretty sure if he had tried to cause problems, the System would have prevented it. When I talk about beings, I am talking about those that may be problematic to the territory or the area. We had already seen Jabrey come from a 20-30 area to take the village. This means that others can do the same all the way up to level 40. It increases the chance of higher-level monsters, creatures, or beings entering the area. The territory to the left contains some violent races. There are savage gnoll tribes in the desert region further West. Wyverns, Ogre Clans, Draconian Hoards, etc. With this area now being opened to many, they may start to come and investigate.”

“The System is allowing everything to become amalgamated then?”

“It looks like it may do. That means we may end up with all territories open and no restrictions. Many tribes or groups may wish to come to a region, and a town like Killic becomes a nice prize for some, particularly now that Mithril has also been identified in the region. The whole resource balance has been adjusted as well.”

“I am at a loss. Can you not see what the system has planned as an administrator?”

“No. Since the emergency patch, I have lost the same access since my coding has been adjusted. I am still trying to break through the layering they added. Now I cannot interrogate the details and keep getting 500 errors.”

“500 errors? What are those?”

“That is the issue. Nobody knows what they are. I have been speaking to other AIs that have lost their Legionnaires since, and they have been experiencing the same. There are several starter towns on this continent alone, and they are all apparently undergoing the same phased transition.”

“Why would higher levels come here, though? It’s not as if they can level from the surroundings.”

“Imagine being restricted to never being able to leave an area, or only ever increasing in difficulty through territory progression, and then suddenly the floodgates are opened. Some territories fight for survival against other tribes or creatures daily. Suddenly, having the freedom to move and settle in a new territory like here. There is the potential that a weaker clan from a higher region may move here to escape their usual issues, which may not be good for the town. Killic and the surrounding area would normally be untouched or inaccessible to them.”

“I thought you said that Amathereans could level normally. Can’t they just progress as needed?”

“They can, but many, like Lorna, Zej, Gary, or Lythonian, for example, would have originally been from nearby higher-level territories and moved here for safety or peace. As I say, some other territories are not as pleasant or organised as here. It is also much more dangerous and difficult for Amathereans to level as they don’t get the same bonuses Legionnaires do. Their growth is massively restricted, like their restricted healing and regeneration ability, otherwise in time everything would need to be a level 100 plus territory.”

“That means the town is at threat then, and maybe even more so than before?” SJ asked with concern.

“Potentially. I don’t think many will come, but there is a chance they will over time. Then, once one arrives, others are likely to follow. I think this is what happened with Bordon and Jabrey. I think Bordon came here to find an easier home to live in, and Jabrey followed, seeing the benefits. Anything or anyone can normally cross territory boundaries, but the System normally prevents actions from being performed by higher-level beings. Otherwise, a level 100 could enter the lower territories and slaughter everyone.”

“I need to speak to the mayor and let him know.”

“I am sure he will work it out for himself once he looks at the details.”

“I will speak to him anyway.”

The revelations that Dave had mentioned were concerning. SJ was torn that rather than supporting Killic, she may have just painted a target on its back.

“I am going to find the mayor,” SJ said resolutely.

SJ found the mayor, but he was too busy supporting and directing the clean-up operation. It took several hours for the battle scene to be cleared of the dead hobgoblins, who were laid on a pyre before the mage set them alight. The eleven who had fallen from the town were to be taken back, and stretchers were made to carry them home. The fact that so few had been lost in the battle was a testament to the healers and the wonders they did. SJ found Sven, thanking him again for saving her. He had looked dishevelled and still drained from the spell he had cast saving the mayor.

By the time the procession returned to town, it was late afternoon. The guard force that had remained behind was awaiting their return, and calls erupted as they were seen coming from the forest. The town lined the streets, and several ran out onto the field to meet their loved ones or, in some cases, the deceased. It was a mixed-emotional journey for all those involved.

They had stopped before entering the town’s main road, and the mayor had addressed the crowd, making them aware of what had occurred and that the hobs were no longer a threat with the death of Bordon and his tribe being ousted from the village. The orcs were discussed, but relief had swept the gathering with the confirmation of the Oath that Jabrey, their leader, had taken. SJ was still unaware, but Oaths seemed to hold significant power.

The mayor wanted SJ to come to the barracks and meet with the council immediately, as they would be forming to discuss the next steps, but she kindly refused. She was exhausted and needed to eat, bathe and sleep. Lorna had remained at the village with a group of ten of their number to watch the orcs. Jabrey had agreed that he would bury the orcs away from the village as they didn’t believe in cremation.

Opening the Inn door, SJ was met with the faces of those she had got to know and recognise, even if not as friends, at least as acquaintances. Fhyliss saw her and came running over, flinging her arms around her. Her four-foot-tall frame looked more like that of a child.

“Thank you,” Fhyliss said.

SJ just looked down wearily. Not having the energy to reply.

Fhyliss stepped away and, grabbing her hand, dragged her over to a chair by the bar. SJ didn’t resist, and she sat down heavily.

“Food. You need food. Floretta, please get SJ the best meal you can—energy-boosting, preferably. She looks terrible,” Fhyliss yelled into the kitchen.

“Will do,” Floretta replied.

Kerys noticed SJ as she returned from down in the cellar with Bert, who came straight over to her.

“SJ, are you ok? You look terrible,” Kerys said.

“Thanks,” SJ said, laughing.

“Sorry. I just mean you look exhausted, and your face looks drawn.”

“The aftermath of the battle is a little draining, that’s all,” SJ smiled weakly.

“I have something that may help. Wait here,” Kerys said as she disappeared behind the bar back down to the cellar. A few minutes later, she returned carrying a bottle and a glass.

“Here,” she said, removing a cork with a loud pop and pouring a fizzy yellow liquid into the glass.

“I really don’t want any alcohol,” SJ protested as she handed it to her.

“It isn’t alcohol,” Kerys said, smiling.

SJ took the glass that smelt of lavender and honey infused together.

“Drink it,” Kerys urged her.

SJ raised the glass and sipped the liquid. It tasted sweet, like honey, but the bitterness of lemon suddenly hit her taste buds.

“Gahh, What is this?” SJ asked, pulling her face at the taste.

“Something special,” Kerys chuckled. “Drink up.”

SJ knocked the rest of the small glass back, pulling a face from the bitter after-taste it left. It was nothing like the initial smell or taste when drinking it. As she sat there, she could feel the liquid travel into her stomach, and it was the strangest sensation in the world. It felt as though every inch of her insides was suddenly being infused. Her muscles tingled, and her skin felt alive, as though something was crawling all over. She couldn’t figure out whether it was a pleasant sensation. The sensation then reached her head, and it felt as though her hair was suddenly standing on end, and she lifted her hand to check it wasn’t.

As the sensations began to subside, her body felt alive, the weariness in her muscles had gone, the tiredness from her mind cleared, and her eyes were wide as though she had just awoken from the best night’s sleep ever, feeling rested and refreshed.

“What was that?” SJ said in amazement.

“It’s Rejuvinatus. It’s a very old and secret recipe that has been passed down between the brewers in my family for generations. How do you think Fhyliss and I keep this place running all day and night between the two of us?” she said, laughing.

Her laugh was light-hearted and bright, making SJ smile warmly. The weariness of battle seemed to have been pushed back from the front of her mind, and she felt as though she could have fought again at a moment’s notice.

“That is amazing,” SJ said.

“If you ever need a little pickup, let me know. I rarely share it, but with your status change, I believe you deserve some,” she smiled fondly at her.

SJ had forgotten about her revered status and wondered if that was why so many smiled at her when she walked back through the town. It was strange to consider the reputational gains in the way they worked. Floretta came from the kitchen area carrying a large tray of food. Placing it down on the table in front of SJ. It was amazing a full spread of cut meats, salad, and thick unsliced bread with butter. Her mouth watered at the sight.

“Thank you, Floretta. This looks lovely,” SJ said.

“No. Thank you for what you did today,” she said, smiling. It was still strange to see skeletons smile.

SJ spent the next thirty minutes giving a rendition of the battle to Fhyliss and Kerys who both o’ed and ah’d at appropriate times as she told of her battle. Fhyliss started to ask many questions, and Kerys ushered her off, telling her to let SJ go and rest now. Kerys told SJ that although the brew revitalised you, she still needed to rest; otherwise, the effects would eventually reverse if you relied on it too much.

SJ eventually headed upstairs to her room. On entering, she was amazed to find that her bath had been made, and a huge bunch of freshly picked flowers sat on the table. A small card with a picture of the waterfall from the mountain was resting against it. Turning it over, there was one word: ‘Thanks’.

SJ knew it was Fhyliss as she had seen a similar painting in her room when she had been given the pencil and notebook. SJ felt refreshed but a nice tired, not the drained she had felt. She undressed and climbed into the bath. The scent of the oils and the warmth of the bath made her feel sleepy. She rested her head on the rear of the large bath and closed her eyes. It had been an unusual day.‎

 


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