Adventurer Cliff POV
“Achoo!” Cliff sneezed loudly as snot dripped from his nose. He rubbed it off on his sleeve as he continued marching through the cold forest.
The days were growing colder and the nights were growing longer.
Pat. Pat. Pat.
Boots were stepping on the fresh snow as the group of men walked through the Frostwood Forest.
Each armed with spears, swords, or staff as their weapon.
The Warrior Spear adventure party had a dozen strong men. A veteran adventure party with years of experience.
Their mission was to travel deep into the Frostwood Forest to find a Dungeon to harvest Magic Orbs.
Wearing fur leather clothes from deer and racoons. The more seasoned veterans wearing bear hide were leading the party.
Cliff was going to use his wage to get a better coat and boots. His socks were drench and he was wearing every layer of clothes he owns and he still felt cold.
“Two more years,” Cliff muttered as he tried to motivate himself. “I will be level 20. Then I will be a Bronze Adventure and go on a real adventure. Somewhere warm and away from blasted cold.”
“Want some hot tea,” Jack, a more senior member of the party and Bronze adventurer, said to Cliff. Jack held a thermostat toward Cliff. “It will get your blood pumping.”
Cliff grimaced and shook his head no. Jack tea was a green pasty mess that he made himself.
“Everyone halt!” Sam the party leader barked loudly.
The Warrior Spear halted their march.
“This is bad,” Sam said loudly. “There is no bloody sound!”
Cliff listened closely and couldn’t hear the sounds of birds or insects. It was dead silence.
Boom!
Everyone was moving but it was already too late.
Blood soaked the snow. The unfortunate adventurer had been forcefully slammed into the ground, and a Brutal Dog stood menacingly in the pool of blood of a freshly killed victim. The victim was crushed to death with the dog’s weight and strength.
The Brutal Dog had a body resembling that of a Doberman, with its teeth protruding from its mouth. It stood as large as a horse, and its sharp jagged horn looked more of crystal than ivory.
Cliff drew his sword.
The mage started to focus on their magic. The warrior circled the monstrous dog with their weapon pointing at it.
The Brutal Dog pounced toward the nearest adventurer.
The mage was ready and sent a wave of flames and wind at the Brutal Dog.
The Brutal Dog blew the magic away with a powerful gust of wind.
The Dog pushed the adventure down to the ground. With a single bite, it bit the man's head off.
Mages sent more magic attacks. The Brutal Dog’s wind was too strong for anything to even go close to it.
“Nothing is working!”
“Put more mana into the Magic, it can't stop all of us!”
“What’s a Brutal Dog even doing here!”
“Everyone attack!” Sam yelled charging his spear at the monstrous dog.
The other adventure joined the charge.
Swipe.
Sam was cutted as his warm blood left his body. The Brutal Dog had a single claw raise. It was too fast for Cliff to even see.
Cliff fell down like a puppet that lost his strings. A large circular hole was carved out of his chest.
“Ahhh, it's too cold,” Cliff said as the light dimmed from his eyes.
The adventure party perished in the battle.
Adventurer Cliff POV
“Achoo!” Cliff sneezed loudly as snot dripped from his nose. He rubbed it off on his sleeve as he continued marching through the cold forest.
The days were growing colder and the nights were growing longer.
Pat. Pat. Pat.
Boots were stepping on the fresh snow as the group of men walked through the Frostwood Forest.
Each armed with spears, swords, or staff as their weapon.
The Warrior Spear adventure party had a dozen strong men. A veteran adventure party with years of experience.
Their mission was to travel deep into the Frostwood Forest to find a Dungeon to harvest Magic Orbs.
Wearing fur leather clothes from deer and racoons. The more seasoned veterans wearing bear hide were leading the party.
Cliff was going to use his wage to get a better coat and boots. His socks were drench and he was wearing every layer of clothes he owns and he still felt cold.
“Two more years,” Cliff muttered as he tried to motivate himself. “I will be level 20. Then I will be a Bronze Adventure and go on a real adventure. Somewhere warm and away from blasted cold.”
“Want some hot tea,” Jack, a more senior member of the party and Bronze adventurer, said to Cliff. Jack held a thermostat toward Cliff. “It will get your blood pumping.”
Cliff grimaced and shook his head no. Jack tea was a green pasty mess that he made himself.
“Everyone halt!” Sam the party leader barked loudly.
The Warrior Spear halted their march.
“This is bad,” Sam said loudly. “There is no bloody sound!”
Cliff listened closely and couldn’t hear the sounds of birds or insects. It was dead silence.
Boom!
Everyone was moving but it was already too late.
Blood soaked the snow. The unfortunate adventurer had been forcefully slammed into the ground, and a Brutal Dog stood menacingly in the pool of blood of a freshly killed victim. The victim was crushed to death with the dog’s weight and strength.
The Brutal Dog had a body resembling that of a Doberman, with its teeth protruding from its mouth. It stood as large as a horse, and its sharp jagged horn looked more of crystal than ivory.
Cliff drew his sword.
The mage started to focus on their magic. The warrior circled the monstrous dog with their weapon pointing at it.
The Brutal Dog pounced toward the nearest adventurer.
The mage was ready and sent a wave of flames and wind at the Brutal Dog.
The Brutal Dog blew the magic away with a powerful gust of wind.
The Dog pushed the adventure down to the ground. With a single bite, it bit the man's head off.
Mages sent more magic attacks. The Brutal Dog’s wind was too strong for anything to even go close to it.
“Nothing is working!”
“Put more mana into the Magic, it can't stop all of us!”
“What’s a Brutal Dog even doing here!”
“Everyone attack!” Sam yelled charging his spear at the monstrous dog.
The other adventure joined the charge.
Swipe.
Sam was cutted as his warm blood left his body. The Brutal Dog had a single claw raise. It was too fast for Cliff to even see.
Cliff fell down like a puppet that lost his strings. A large circular hole was carved out of his chest.
“Ahhh, it's too cold,” Cliff said as the light dimmed from his eyes.
The adventure party perished in the battle.
