The Fallen of Icarus [02] The Succubus and Her Moshpit Heart by Aaron Siverling

Author:Aaron Siverling [Siverling, Aaron]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B085G3D52J
Goodreads: 52198924
Published: 2020-03-03T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten: The Real Lives Of Icarus Orcs.

I hit the ground and groaned as beautiful golden rays of sunlight stabbed my eyes like vengeful pitchfork wielding pixies

"Blood and Suffering Gods… this is no way to start the day. The proper way to start the day is with pancakes and a slurpee."

I got to my feet and stretched. "Yeah, I'd give my right pinky toe for a slurpee right now. Sorry, Timmy."

Blearily, I dug into my bag and pulled out a travel ration. A bar of nuts held together with pressed fruit, and other sticky stuff I ate while stumbling down the road.

Then I took a drink of water from one of those leather bags with a nozzle. I forget what they were called. A… waterskin? No, that can’t be right.

Gods, I was not a morning person.

Whatever it was, it was no substitute for a decent carbonated caffeinated frozen sugar drink.

"I would kill for a Spice Cola vending machine. Then I'd kill for a place to plug it in. Then I'd kill for a cash card to buy the drink. Okay, so massacring a bunch of people for caffeine might be just the tiniest bit excessive."

I yawned so wide my jaw ached. "The tiniest bit."

I dropped down to the ground and started trying to require the scent.

I'd periodically checked the road for it between jumping through the trees yesterday, and gotten pretty lucky. I only had to backtrack a few times.

When I found it, I started jogging, then running, then I was jumping through the trees again. Faster and with more skill than I had yesterday.

Several hours passed with me alternating between tree jumping, when I had the magic to do so, and walking when I didn't.

Cherish connected for an update, saying she found a book in the bardic library that contained some basic information about the natives and various geographical areas.

I took the opportunity to rest and eat as she read it to me.

Half-elves are the most widespread of all the races and mainly live in the Southern Kingdom.

They are tall, thin, and graceful. They have hair ranging between white blonde to almost black. Their skin ranges from the paleness of their Elven ancestry to the tan or even the deep brown of their Human ancestors.

They reach adulthood at twenty and live to about two hundred years. They are more creative and curious than full blooded Elves and have an adventurous and industrious nature.

They prefer to make cities out of decorative stone, wood, and magic infused plants. They value friendship and ties to the heart, more than the ties of blood.

+2 Agility, +2 Dexterity, +2 Spirit.

"That's pretty much what we already knew," she said.

"Yep," I agreed. "But what does the '+2' mean? I mean, I know what it means, but what is the base it adds to?"

"I asked a few people, and it's from a system ancient Humans used. The average adult Human’s physical stats were all at 4, and their Magic and Vitality were at 1."

I nodded my understanding, forgetting she couldn't see me for a second before sending her a "Confirmed.

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