Let's give this another go, shall we?
I am writing this whilst on painkillers so if it gets too retarded forgive me I am not pleased with my shoulder.
Will include elements from Monster Hunter, Dungeons and Dragons, Warcraft, Elder Scrolls and Dragon's Dogma.
Mostly just items and monsters, not people. Fuuuuck that, too many.
Start.
No one really expects to wake up in what could be the highest of high fantasy settings, but by the gods I did it.
When I realised where I was - memories of the body I'd probably snatched rushing to fill in blanks - I was over the fucking moon, not even in my wildest dreams could something like this happen.
Sure, I was still just a human, but I was honestly okay with that. Because one thing that's always being a consecutive occurrence in fantasy settings is that whilst humans start with the most average of stat-spreads, they have got the ultimate bounty of any good rpgs.
Unlimited choice.
Excerpt from the journal of Zaichus Alexandros.
The village he'd found himself in was some small out of the way place called Alkin Village, residing in the kingdom of Alk, that was ruled over by the only beast-folk king on the continent.
Why did he know that? Because every time he met a travelling merchant and asked them about the world they told him that almost verbatim.
So, he was a child of Alkin Village, a human variant race, according to the voice in my head that answered questions for him about his stats, with the option of selecting a Feat, which is essentially a bonus character feature, an example would be the one he chose.
Magic Initiate.
Whilst he was small - being only six at the moment - he was still able defend myself without worry because of it.
He chose two 0-Grade spells, being and a 1st-Grade spell from the Druid Spell tree. The 0-Grades being Druidcraft and Produce Flame.
Druidcraft was a nifty little trick that allowed one to bend and mold certain parts of nature, such as making parts of soil much more rich, sure making a field rich took an hour or so, but it made it so the farmers fucking loved him.
And Produce Flame because he never needed matches to make a campfire and he never needed and also, as it became a small flame he could pelt it at something and do actual damage.
His only first level spell was Animal Friendship, so he could both acquire a meat-shield, and a friend.
Yes, it was a shame that the only real downside to his new life was that it was one without a family. So… a bit of a kick in the nuts but all together he managed.
The farmers paid him for his work their fields, and hunters paid for the game he'd occasionally bring back with the help of his trusty boar 'friend'.
Honestly Steve was pork-chops waiting to happen.
Standing at the midget height of 4' the six year old and his piggy servant were prowling about the forest just outside the village, Steve had a nose for mushrooms and if nothing else Zaichus wanted some goddamn mushroom gravy with dinner.
The little blond boy eyed the dark grey fungus wearily, Steve sniffed at it for a moment before taking a nibble, making the boy click his tongue in annoyance.
Then Steve started frothing at the mouth and convulsing.
Zaichus blinked at the immediate 180, and acted quickly, taking the knife off his hip and stabbing the boar in throat, pulling with all his might to slice his throat, only managing to get a few meagre centimetres.
Still counted as a kill.
[You have leveled up - Level 5 Commoner]
Str 5 +1
Dex 9 +1
Con 8 +1
Wis 14 +1
Int 16
Cha 14
To be fair, he'd been here for a week, and didn't get much actual chances to murder the wildlife for exp.
Though it was amusing to see such pitiful stats, it was like playing life on hardmode, except he could kick the everloving shit out of children his own age.
Not that he did… much.
Fucking Terrance.
Zaichus took the mushroom and place it in his pouch next to his knife, keeping the short blade out he traversed deeper into the woods and ignited a flame in his off-hand.
Spotting movement from his left he threw the fire and struck a Horned Rabbit in the side, making it squeal and kick about to try and douse the flames, but it was for naught as it died quickly from the DOT of flames.
Damage over time.
Zaichus approached the small creature wearily, looking around the dark green of the forest grass for any movement, his eyes peering through bushes and flickering towards the thick canopy, the scent of burnt fur tarnished the otherwise lovely wild smell of the forest.
Spotting a small rock the child struck the horn from the rabbits head and threw the body as far as he could into the woods, another predator would eat that, he was focusing on gaining power today.
Using the horn to poke through the bush Zaichus was gifted with the sight of a few small caterpillars crawling along, eating leaves.
Smiling to himself he took a moment to enjoy the beautifully coloured critters before leaving them be, he'd tried to get exp of bugs, it was miniscule and really not worth it.
Looking into the trees he saw a few pale coloured birds that vaguely looked like a cross between a budgerygar and a dove.
Sticking the grip of his dagger into its sheath, Zaichus flexed his fingers in a specific manner and several small parts of the bark parted and wrapped around the birds legs, making them squawk in shock and chatter at one another.
Lining up the shot the blond threw several produced flames at the birds, it had a guaranteed range of 30 metres so that was more than enough to pelt some birds.
[You have leveled up - Level 6 Commoner]
Str 6 +2
Dex 10 +1
Con 9
Wis 15 +1
Int 16
Cha 14
[Produce Flame's damage has increased!]
[Unlocked; Apprentice Mage Class]
[Unlocked; Junior Shaman Class]
And yet somehow he couldn't unlock Druid for the moment.
He closed his eyes for a moment and thought clearly, 'Change class; Junior Shaman.'
A stiff wind shot at him like someone had just turned on an industrial fan, his heart beat faster and his skin tingled.
[Class Change Successful - Level 1 Junior Shaman]
Str 10
Dex 14
Con 12
Wis 22
Int 16
Cha 16
[Lightning Bolt 1 - Learned]
[Summon Totem of Binding - Learned]
[Mace Specialization - Learned]
[Shield Proficiency - Learned]
[Medium Armour Proficiency - Learned]
Oh damn!
So Shaman as in World of Warcraft style, nnnnnoice.
"I'm taller…" Zaichus said aloud, looking down at his now torn trousers and useless shirt.
Taking a moment to digest that he shrugged, "Could'a been worse."
He returned to his quest to murder monsters, and went to the nearby stream, a surefire way to find monsties.
The stream was barely a minutes walk from the village, so the worst he'd find might be some thirsty wolves.
He crept up to the trees just next to the stream and peaked about, spotting something he'd not expected.
Goblins.
Green, ugly little bastards, these ones had wrinkles so they must've been at least a little old, each of them with basic leather armour on and a spear, they were re-filling their waterskins.
'Wait a minute…' He thought, silently speaking as he thought, as was his habit, 'They're way to kitted out to be random fucking goblins, they know where they are.'
These miserable little bastards were gonna attack the village, that meant there was more of them nearby.
'Nah mate, none of that.' Zaichus thought with a sneer, using his druidcraft to bring their ankles to the grassy riverside, the two goblins didn't seem to notice as they were chatting quite happily.
Lightning sparked around the young boys hands as he bent down and spread his feet out, the energy formed into small bolts of lightning that he shot forth, they must've been a much more advanced kind of magic compared to what he had because they flew straight at the goblins without him really needing to aim them.
The first salvo made both goblins seize up, their hands in the water forcing them to electrocute each-other as well, the second salvo singed their skin black, and the final shots stopped their hearts and made their beady little eyes pop out of their heads.
Quickly Zaichus moved, ignoring the five levels he got, no matter how chuffed he was.
He moved several trees to the right, getting into a position almost directly across from the two goblins, the noise alerted a few others, still just normal goblins, he summoned his Totem of Binding directly behind them, a large wooden totem with wings and bull horns at the top rose from the ground, it pulsed with earthen magic that immediately summoned roots to constrict the goblins.
The two creatures tried to attack the totem only for bolts of lightning to hit them in the back, this time it only took one attack each to kill the creatures, the totem kept pulsing happily as it drew magic up from the earth to power itself.
Three more levels popped up, Zaichus allowed himself a small fistpump of celebration but he refused to take his eyes off his quarry.
Moving again he sat behind a tree, keeping himself low and next to a bush he watched the other side of the stream like a hawk.
This time it was no mere goblin that came out, it was much larger and had brown skin with an underbite only a mother could love, its eyes were the same piss yellow of its peers, though it wore ramshackle iron armour and had a large cleaver at its hip.
The hobgoblin snarled lowly and shouted something, four more goblins came out of the bushes, one holding a small shield, and dagger. Another with a spear, and the other two bearing small hatchets.
All of them began speaking, only for the totem to pulse once more and bind them all, Zaichus almost laughed at the ridiculous idiocy of these stupid creatures, he summoned up the lightning once more and began throwing the bolts as fast as he could. The first to fall was the Hobgoblin, but because he'd been focused on the others managed to hit the totem, making it vanish.
The spear wielder jumped across the stream only to get stuck in the soft soil, menacing glowing eyes shon in the brush, making the goblin gulp.
Lightning shot out of the bushes electrifying him to the point his eyes popped out of his head, the creature fell forward and twitched.
The shieldbearer snarled and threw his dagger at the bush, Zaichus quickly moved, the dagger only managing to scratch his palm, making him hiss.
The two hatchet goblins jumped together, landing on the spearman, using his body to avoid being stuck in the mud.
The broke through the bushes only to be stopped suddenly as the shrubs wrapped around them.
Zaichus sneered at the little green monsters, "Burn." He commanded of them, using Produce Flame 2 to create the equivalent of a bonfire in his hands throwing the fire at them, the vines of the bush ignited in a blaze of glory as the two little monsters were reduced to ashes.
The last goblin, seeing and hearing his comrades die so gruesomely ran for his life.
Zaichus considered running after him but didn't want to be led into a trap so thought best of it.
Though it did raise the question, how was he to get all this stuff back to the village?
[You leveled up - Level 15 Junior Shaman]
Level 15
Str 19+ 6
Dex 21+ 7
Con 18 + 4
Wis 36 +12
Int 22 +4
Cha 19 +6
[Lightning Bolt 2 - Unlocked]
[Earthshock 1 - Learned]
[Lightning Shield - Learned]
At your next rest, please select a specialization; Restoration, Enhancement, Elemental.
Fucking Enhancement of course! Melee Shaman was best Shaman!
Looking at the pulsing totem a few feet away from him, Zaichus got an idea, with a grin he lifted the totem off the ground, it did so with a pop and snuggly fit into his arms.
The totem bound the goblins as it read the mental commands of its creator, drawing them close, and into a nice pile of greenery and corpse. With a grunt Zaichus dragged the goblins all the way back to the village, making a normally quick trip take three minutes.
Arriving at the village borders, which was more just… when the houses started to appear, he was stared at by some of the people.
"Wait a minute…" One of the farmer's wives saw him and her eyes flashed with recognition, "What happened to you sweetheart!" She looked immediately worried.
He wasn't that much taller was he?
"Saw some goblins at the stream, killed them before they could attack us." Zaichus explained with a shrug, "Steve ate some bad mushrooms and died though, so it's not all good news."
"You did what!?" One of the villagers asked, horrified.
"If you attacked them they'll definitely come here!" Another said, a younger teen with terror in his eyes.
"You've doomed us all!" A hunter said, his face pallid and chest heaving as he hyperventilated.
"Shut up all of you!" The farmer's wife, Meredith, said with a stern shout.
"Regardless of what may come, this young boy managed to drive off… eleven goblins and a hobgoblin on his own! Do you really think a few more green pests are going to kill us all!? Where's your backbone!"
Damn, go Meredith.
Zaichus put his hand on top of his totem and dismissed it, the vines sunk back into the ground and he went about plundering his collected goods, taking the weapons and putting them to one side, and then looking at the armour of the hobgoblin.
It was a bit big for him, but he could probably get it adjusted at the smith, though he usually only made tools and horse shoes.
"If you don't want to die, just prepare." He said simply.
"Easy for you to say, throwing you magic around since you got here!" Snapped the hunter, making Zaichus quirk his brow, though he didn't turn to the man.
Was I not here before I… appeared? Huh.
"And now look at you, goin' into the woods and coming back looking like you've aged four years!" The man continued, "That's not natural! Am I the only sane person here?"
There were a few murmurs from the crowd, even Meredith seemed to be put on the back foot.
"So grow a pair." Zaich said as he turned to the man, a frown on his face, "You've got a bow, use it. The others in the village, you're all adults with two arms two legs and heartbeats, what's the worst a goblin half your size could do!?"
He turned to the first man that spoke, "Spears, the easiest weapon in the world to use, make some spears, get some fucking walls started and prepare! The world isn't going to wait for a placid village to get in line, you gotta force yourself to be the top dog!"
A few people were silenced, being yelled at by a child of all things about the way of the world, "It took me, literal minutes to gain enough strength to become a Shaman, have any of you even tried fighting before!? Use your goddamn heads!"
"Adventurers, start out as nothing, and work their way to power, heroes aren't born, they're made!" Zaich yelled out, with as much power as a small boy could muster.
He kicked over the spears and took up the cleaver, it easily fit into his hand, and actually wasn't that bad, grabbing the shield next he looked around, "Either work for your life, or die. Because the world is full of scary shit, and sitting around here without guards, walls or even fighters, will get all of you killed."
Finishing his piece he left the armour, and the remaining weapons, and went back to his tent in the village.
He didn't really like it there anyway, but gods, was it annoying to see a bunch of people cower over goblins.
Seriously, they're the bottom of the barrel kind of monsters, whenever he ran campaigns with his friends, he used goblins as filler monsters for more substantial beasts, just to put more targets on the field.
I mean really, what's the best a goblin can do?
With a sigh he put down his acquired arms and sat himself down on a stump that sat aside his tent, a small fire pit before him with a metal brace over the top to house a pot for stews.
It worked for his purposes, he'd learnt more about cooking in this life than he had in the last, and he'd only had a week of it.
Though with how much free time he had of a day it was little surprise, all he needed to do in the village was help the farmers with their fields, and they paid him in either food or coin. Whilst he helped them their wives would typically feed him anyway, their children would learn some tricks from him and all in all he made himself indispensable to the people.
Already fresh crops grew, and soon they'd harvest, and yet it was nearing winter. It amused him, in all honesty, just how much power a simple druidic charm had.
He sighed anew, he didn't mind it in Alkin, but perhaps it was time to move on to the wider world.
Adventuring life always appealed to him in his world, and now he had his chance, if he grew sporadically he'd use it to his advantage.
But for now, sleep. He was suddenly… very tired.
…..
[Please Select your Job Specification:
Junior Shaman Elemental
Junior Shaman Enhancement
Junior Shaman Restoration.
Enhancement, so that I can enfuse the elements into my arms.
[Enhancement Selected:
[Stormstrike 1 - Unlocked]
[Dual Wielding - Unlocked]
Waking up to the early call of the birds nesting near his tent Zaich rubbed his eyes and crawled out of his tent, he'd have to go about getting new clothes, he didn't fancy walking around in rags.
Thankfully, he'd 'learned' Crafting: Clothing from the few times he'd had to stitch something in this world, the skill itself made it so any basic clothing he created functioned perfectly, no patterns required. He just couldn't do anything impressive.
His morning came to an abrupt halt as a few people had seen him awaken and gathered around him.
The young teen from yesterday spoke first, looking pensive, "Zaichus, would you… help us, deal with the goblins? A few of us agreed with what you said yesterday, and if we're proactive with it, we don't have to worry about losing any sleep patrolling for them."
The group consisted of two of the other village hunters, Emeric and Yulf, the young teen, Maik, and two of the burlier farmhands, Shtul and Oleg.
He almost asked why but remembered what happened yesterday and realised that was a stupid fucking question.
"Uh, yeah… but I needa tame a wolf or something first to track them down." Admitted the young boy, getting nods from the men, "Give me a few hours to eat and get ready, I'll come find you."
Maik smiled brightly, "Thank you, I wanted to say sorry for reacting the way I did yesterday it's just…"
"Monsters are scary." Zaich finished, getting a guilty nod from the boy, "The only reason I'm not afraid of them is because of my magic, so I completely understand."
Emeric and Yulf took the others with them, to show them a few tricks on shooting bows, leaving Zaich alone.
Taking his knife and tucking it into his tent he grabbed the cleaver and shield as he left to enter the village proper, spotting the general 'store' on the corner of the village centre, it was more just an odds and ends storage house, since the community decided to store all unneeded shit into it.
It was open to anyone and wasn't attended but it was generally accepted that you leave a few coins for whatever you took.
Within a few minutes he found a pair of pants that would fit and a loose linen tunic, with a brown belt that he needed to make a new hole in for it to fit. That was good enough as far as he was concerned.
Zaich went off to the stream, this time to bathe, making sure to go downstream from the village, a good five minutes or so.
He summoned his trusty Totem of Binding in case anything attacked him, and hid it under his new clothes, placing the shield and cleaver next to it.
Pulling off his old rags and taking a few minutes to wash himself off as best he could the young man relaxed for a bit, enjoying the cool water running along his skin.
On a whim he decided to whistle out, trying to attract some attention, it was a little clumsy with the new, younger, body but it worked somewhat. A few birds were drawn to the call, though they were suspect looking crows.
Using Animal Friendship on one of the crows it suddenly flashed green, it's blue eyes turning to a more teal colour and flew down from the tree sitting aside the naked boy on the riverside.
Placing the crow on his hand Zaich spoke to it, "I need you to search for any goblins in the area, just a quick look, and if you find any wolves before them, come back immediately."
The crows keen eyes twinkled with an intellect untapped, and the creature flew off. Zaich shook himself off like a dog and dressed himself, he didn't wear shoes as a point because it helped him druidcraft easier, and now with his shamanism it allowed unimpeded access to the element of earth.
Life was interesting here, in Alk.
End
So yeah, another go at a ReMonster fic, not a monster this time. Lemme know what you think and I'll catch'a on the flippity dip side.
[Zaichus Alexandros - Level 15 Junior Shaman]
Level 15
Str 25
Dex 28
Con 24
Wis 48
Int 26
Cha 25
Raxychaz