Chapter 131: A Hard Days Slaughter
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Chapter 131: A Hard Days Slaughter
As Ozzy and his guide walked into the city, a strange transformation came over the boy he'd been following. Ozzy stopped and looked him over. He thought he'd been following a crippled boy of about 14-16 years old. The missing leg was still missing. But the illusion of humanity faded away.
Runt was still only about four foot tall. He still had a peg-leg. But other things changed, most notably his face. When Ozzy tried to remember what he had looked like before, it was a vague memory, as if he hadn't really paid attention.
Runt turned, "What? Never been inside before. We have to get moving...Oh, well that sucks, you can see me, can't you? I was hoping to put off this discussion until later. Must be something to do with the city."
"Go ahead, say it!"
Ozzy just shrugged. This wasn't his first fantasy world, "You look like you've been working out pretty well. Nice biceps."
Runt's eyes narrowed, "That's it? I mean, yeah, I do work out whenever I can. Hard as hell to get STR experience in the dungeon besides slamming rats with a rock. But seriously, let's get this over with. Just ask a question, make a comment, toss an insult, it's going to happen sooner or later."
Ozzy took a step forward and loomed over Runt, "Let's get something straight, I don't give a shit what you look like. I'm turning into some sort of ogre who beats people to death with his fists. My girlfriend is looking more and more like an elf every day. And Rolly...well, you'll see sooner or later."
"So, even though you look like a..."
Runt stamped his good foot, "Just say it."
"Like a pirate who lost his eyepatch and parrot - well, I just don't care," Ozzy couldn't help but smirk after he said that.
Runt's mouth closed. He glared at the smiling butcher, then relaxed, "That will have to do, I guess. You're a real smart ass, you know that?"
"But seriously, you're dating the hot chick that was mudwrestling? I didn't know elves were into ugly guys. She got a sister?"
Gristle was wringing his hands and pacing the floor. The sounds from the stock yards were increasing. Where was Runt and the new butcher?
Finally, the door slammed open and Runt returned, followed by a large, leanly muscled man in an apron. Gristle was alarmed at his appearance, but beggars can't be choosy. If this was the only butcher available, he'd have to do. But still! His apron was clean, he looked fully human, and had a lack of scars. But he'd have to do.
Runt introduced them, "Ozzy, this is Gristle. He's polite, oblivious, and got the job because no one else wanted it. He's going to hit you up for a guild fee and then throw you into the deep end."
"Gristle, this is Ozzy. He's a new butcher with a hot girlfriend. He's also a smartass and probably smarter than he looks. He lives down in Sedgewick, the little town everyone in the city ignores."
Gristle stuck out a gnarled hand. "Greetings, I am guild master Gristle of the Gadobhra Butchers guild. So nice to make your acquaintance."
Ozzy shook his hand, glanced at Runt, then said. "Nice to meet you. Runt says Billy has a job for me? And you need me to pay a fee so I can work?"
Gristle smiled widely, "Yes. Official guild fee to register you here. In return for just a few shiny coins you gain access to all the guild has to offer and you can take on official guild jobs such as the one your Baron is requiring of you."
"Ok, how much is the guild fee? I didn't even know there was a butchers guild."
Ozzy decided Gristle would fit right in with the ACME managers. Pay to do required work? Billy had better pay him back.
Gristle rubbed his hands together, "Why, every city of any size should have one. Not Sedgewick of course, it's barely a wide spot in the road. But as to the fee, how much do you have?"N0v3lTr0ve served as the original host for this chapter's release on N0v3l--B1n.
Ozzy put his hand in his apron and pulled out some coins, "I've got 1 gold, 12 silver, and 4 copper on me." He put those on the counter. Gristle quickly swept them into his apron.
Gristle smiled at Ozzy, showing off crooked and missing teeth, "By a strange coincidence that is exactly the amount needed. Special offer to celebrate reopening. Sign the logbook please."
The logbook was a large tome made of dark leather and yellowed vellum bound in sinew. The first few pages held the names of hundreds of butchers from the past. Only a few were not crossed through: Chopper, Tuskwort, Knuckleguts, Smiling Ned, Cragella Cruel Sticks, Georgy Eight Cleavers, Oink, Sausagehoof.
Adding his name at the end, Ozzy felt an odd twisting in his gut.
Welcome to the Butcher's Guild of Gadobhra
Your guild rank: Apprentice
Current job title: Stock yard slaughter hand.
Your guild status is: Never trust a newb.
Current quest: Gotta Kill them all!
Slaughter 10 beasts in the stockyards without dying yourself and deliver to The Pit of the Butcher
Reward: Access to the Apprentice Butcher Skill List.
Ozzy read through the notification, then turned to Runt, "Time to get to work, I guess. Lead on, MacRunt."
And lead Runt did, about a hundred yards further into the rubble of the city, to where the buildings ended and a wide area had been laid out with pens and corrals covering nearly 40 acres. Animals of different sizes and shapes were packed end to end in the various enclosures. The stench of rotting meat, manure, and animals blended together into odor unique to stockyards everywhere.
There seemed to be no plan to how things were laid out. Several small pens would be jammed next to large ones. The walkways between them zig-zagging in crazy routes that lead to the center of the area.
And at the center, taking up a few acres on its own, was the dungeon. The upper level was a windowless stone keep that rose several stories above the stock yards. Surrounding it was a wide moat filled with blood and floating bones. The bridge across was made from the ribs and spine of some huge beast with a narrow walkway down the center. From the walls hung bodies on chains, most reduced to a few bones. A stench of rot and old blood blew from the doorway between the open gates.
Ozzy was looking at the pens again. "So, if we can finish off those four pens of critters, that's enough to satisfy the boss in the dungeon?"
Runt took a quick calculation. There had to be over 150 of the stupid weasels in there, all wrapped around each other. Call it three dozen of the birds, thirty of the cows, and about 50 rabbits. The rabbits were only Tier one, but the other stuff was Tier 2. Maybe do the sheep next week? There were 50 of those in there. "Yeah, if we can get that done in the next few days then we can breathe easier. That's enough raw meat to restock the larder, make a few meat demons and other critters, and put another layer of fur down on his throne."
As Runt looked on confused, Ozzy took off his apron, tunic, and boots. The only thing he was wearing was a black and grey kilt.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to speed up the schedule. I've actually got a lot going on. My friends and I have a day off coming up so I think I'll just finish up tonight." And with that, he took off running towards the pens.
Runt shook his head. "A crazed, suicidal human. The only fething butcher we had available was a crazed, suicidal human!! Gristle is going to kill me!"
There was a small aisle between the weasels and the rabbits. Ozzy sprinted down it towards the sheep pen. Weasels threw themselves at the enclosure trying to get to him. They were far faster than he'd expected them to be. He was glad he hadn't tried to kill them the normal way. The rabbits started burping poisonous gas at him. It smelled horrible, but wasn't causing him any damage. The weasels didn't like it though. Many of the fuzzy critters rolled over and died, their fur and skin dissolving.
He held his breath, just in case. He could probably handle the poison, but no sense taking a chance if he didn't have to.
When he got to the sheep pen, he leaped the fence, landing near some of the red, fuzzy creatures. He used his Taunt skill to enrage them "Come get me you wooly bastards!" Several sheep near him exploded. Ozzy was ready for them, the weasels and rabbits trying to get to him weren't.
Who the hell charges things that explode? I guess the answer is monstrously tough, fire resistant, crazy-assed butchers wearing Death's spare kilt!
You take 50 points of explosion damage x3 x7. This is reduced to...0 points.
You are on Fire! x7! You will take 20 points of damage x7x5 for a total of 700 points of damage.
Ozzy raced for the next corner, pausing to taunt. More sheep exploded. Many of the sheep in the back became excited and went boom before they even got to him, waves of fire pushing out over the other pens and starting a chain reaction. Ozzy ran the perimeter of the pen, causing fiery explosions until on the fourth lap there were no more Fire sheep. Burning brightly, he stood in the center of the pen and let the fires die down. Then drank two healing potions he'd had tucked into his kilt. It had been a near thing but he'd calculated correctly.
The explosions didn't bother him in the least. Between Monstrous and Mitigation 3, he just ignored the 50-point hits. It didn't matter that there were 150 of them. The fire got to him though. Each sheep did 20 points of damage 5 times. That was over 5000 points of damage. Without his Active Fire Resistance, he'd be a smoking cinder. Negating all that damage took almost all of the 4000 points of stamina he had left after the hard day’s work. Over 1500 points of damage got through, taking him to under 2000 health. The potions put him back above that, and helped take the sting off.
The other pens had fared poorly. There was the smell of roast chicken coming from the ostriches, and most of their feathers had been blown off of them. Only half the sedgebeasts were down. They had a lot of health and the bulls were resistant to fire.
The weasels and bunnies were looking quite burnt. The poisonous gases that the mega rabbits put out were quite flammable and had added to the blaze.
Billy had been looking out of his window, when a huge plume of flames shot into the sky and he heard a sound like giant firecrackers going off. Hopefully someone survived to give a report tomorrow.
Gristle felt the explosion, and light streamed into the guild house from cracks and broken windows. He was very worried. If he lost Runt, it was going to be hard to find a replacement minion. Still, it was nice to see such a festive bonfire burning brightly.
Runt sat shaking his head, amazed at the stupidity of people. Now he'd have to find another butcher. As the fires died down, he saw a tall figure walking towards him. He stared open mouthed as Ozzy walked up to him sipping the last of a potion before casually using a spell to clean off all of the ashes, soot, and bits of sheep from himself.
Putting his clothes back on he looked over at the dying fire. "Give me a bit to clean up and take a breather and I'll get to work on those. We should be able to finish up well before dawn."
"Then how about we report to Gristle and Billy and then I'll treat you to breakfast at the tavern."
Runt was still in shock. "Uh, sure. I'm ok with that."
Summary:
You have completed the quest: Gotta Kill them all part 1 by killing 10 creatures and butchering them.
You have completed the quest: Gotta Kill them all part 2 by killing 25 creatures and butchering them.
You have completed the quest: Gotta Kill them all part 3 by killing 50 creatures and butchering them.
You have completed the quest: Gotta Kill them all part 4 by killing 100 creatures and butchering them.
You have completed the quest: Gotta Kill them all part 5 by killing 200 creatures and butchering them.
You are awarded 15 Guild Points. Guild Points may be used instead of CSP to purchase Butcher skills, perks, or core skills.
Current Guild Status: Useful and Dangerous
Current job title: Stock Yard Slaughter Boss
Current Guild Rank: Journeyman
You have earned 400 experience points in Active Fire Resistance
You have earned 400 experience points in Aspect of Fire
You have earned 500 experience points in the skill Slaughter
You have earned 500 experience points in the skill Butchering
You have earned 300 experience points in Caber
You have earned 800 experience points in INT
You have earned 1300 experience points in STR
Please report us if you find any errors so we can fix it asap!
Chapter 131: A Hard Days Slaughter
As Ozzy and his guide walked into the city, a strange transformation came over the boy he'd been following. Ozzy stopped and looked him over. He thought he'd been following a crippled boy of about 14-16 years old. The missing leg was still missing. But the illusion of humanity faded away.
Runt was still only about four foot tall. He still had a peg-leg. But other things changed, most notably his face. When Ozzy tried to remember what he had looked like before, it was a vague memory, as if he hadn't really paid attention.
Runt turned, "What? Never been inside before. We have to get moving...Oh, well that sucks, you can see me, can't you? I was hoping to put off this discussion until later. Must be something to do with the city."
"Go ahead, say it!"
Ozzy just shrugged. This wasn't his first fantasy world, "You look like you've been working out pretty well. Nice biceps."
Runt's eyes narrowed, "That's it? I mean, yeah, I do work out whenever I can. Hard as hell to get STR experience in the dungeon besides slamming rats with a rock. But seriously, let's get this over with. Just ask a question, make a comment, toss an insult, it's going to happen sooner or later."
Ozzy took a step forward and loomed over Runt, "Let's get something straight, I don't give a shit what you look like. I'm turning into some sort of ogre who beats people to death with his fists. My girlfriend is looking more and more like an elf every day. And Rolly...well, you'll see sooner or later."
"So, even though you look like a..."
Runt stamped his good foot, "Just say it."
"Like a pirate who lost his eyepatch and parrot - well, I just don't care," Ozzy couldn't help but smirk after he said that.
Runt's mouth closed. He glared at the smiling butcher, then relaxed, "That will have to do, I guess. You're a real smart ass, you know that?"
"But seriously, you're dating the hot chick that was mudwrestling? I didn't know elves were into ugly guys. She got a sister?"
Gristle was wringing his hands and pacing the floor. The sounds from the stock yards were increasing. Where was Runt and the new butcher?
Finally, the door slammed open and Runt returned, followed by a large, leanly muscled man in an apron. Gristle was alarmed at his appearance, but beggars can't be choosy. If this was the only butcher available, he'd have to do. But still! His apron was clean, he looked fully human, and had a lack of scars. But he'd have to do.
Runt introduced them, "Ozzy, this is Gristle. He's polite, oblivious, and got the job because no one else wanted it. He's going to hit you up for a guild fee and then throw you into the deep end."
"Gristle, this is Ozzy. He's a new butcher with a hot girlfriend. He's also a smartass and probably smarter than he looks. He lives down in Sedgewick, the little town everyone in the city ignores."
Gristle stuck out a gnarled hand. "Greetings, I am guild master Gristle of the Gadobhra Butchers guild. So nice to make your acquaintance."
Ozzy shook his hand, glanced at Runt, then said. "Nice to meet you. Runt says Billy has a job for me? And you need me to pay a fee so I can work?"
Gristle smiled widely, "Yes. Official guild fee to register you here. In return for just a few shiny coins you gain access to all the guild has to offer and you can take on official guild jobs such as the one your Baron is requiring of you."
"Ok, how much is the guild fee? I didn't even know there was a butchers guild."
Ozzy decided Gristle would fit right in with the ACME managers. Pay to do required work? Billy had better pay him back.
Gristle rubbed his hands together, "Why, every city of any size should have one. Not Sedgewick of course, it's barely a wide spot in the road. But as to the fee, how much do you have?"N0v3lTr0ve served as the original host for this chapter's release on N0v3l--B1n.
Ozzy put his hand in his apron and pulled out some coins, "I've got 1 gold, 12 silver, and 4 copper on me." He put those on the counter. Gristle quickly swept them into his apron.
Gristle smiled at Ozzy, showing off crooked and missing teeth, "By a strange coincidence that is exactly the amount needed. Special offer to celebrate reopening. Sign the logbook please."
The logbook was a large tome made of dark leather and yellowed vellum bound in sinew. The first few pages held the names of hundreds of butchers from the past. Only a few were not crossed through: Chopper, Tuskwort, Knuckleguts, Smiling Ned, Cragella Cruel Sticks, Georgy Eight Cleavers, Oink, Sausagehoof.
Adding his name at the end, Ozzy felt an odd twisting in his gut.
Welcome to the Butcher's Guild of Gadobhra
Your guild rank: Apprentice
Current job title: Stock yard slaughter hand.
Your guild status is: Never trust a newb.
Current quest: Gotta Kill them all!
Slaughter 10 beasts in the stockyards without dying yourself and deliver to The Pit of the Butcher
Reward: Access to the Apprentice Butcher Skill List.
Ozzy read through the notification, then turned to Runt, "Time to get to work, I guess. Lead on, MacRunt."
And lead Runt did, about a hundred yards further into the rubble of the city, to where the buildings ended and a wide area had been laid out with pens and corrals covering nearly 40 acres. Animals of different sizes and shapes were packed end to end in the various enclosures. The stench of rotting meat, manure, and animals blended together into odor unique to stockyards everywhere.
There seemed to be no plan to how things were laid out. Several small pens would be jammed next to large ones. The walkways between them zig-zagging in crazy routes that lead to the center of the area.
And at the center, taking up a few acres on its own, was the dungeon. The upper level was a windowless stone keep that rose several stories above the stock yards. Surrounding it was a wide moat filled with blood and floating bones. The bridge across was made from the ribs and spine of some huge beast with a narrow walkway down the center. From the walls hung bodies on chains, most reduced to a few bones. A stench of rot and old blood blew from the doorway between the open gates.
Ozzy was looking at the pens again. "So, if we can finish off those four pens of critters, that's enough to satisfy the boss in the dungeon?"
Runt took a quick calculation. There had to be over 150 of the stupid weasels in there, all wrapped around each other. Call it three dozen of the birds, thirty of the cows, and about 50 rabbits. The rabbits were only Tier one, but the other stuff was Tier 2. Maybe do the sheep next week? There were 50 of those in there. "Yeah, if we can get that done in the next few days then we can breathe easier. That's enough raw meat to restock the larder, make a few meat demons and other critters, and put another layer of fur down on his throne."
As Runt looked on confused, Ozzy took off his apron, tunic, and boots. The only thing he was wearing was a black and grey kilt.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to speed up the schedule. I've actually got a lot going on. My friends and I have a day off coming up so I think I'll just finish up tonight." And with that, he took off running towards the pens.
Runt shook his head. "A crazed, suicidal human. The only fething butcher we had available was a crazed, suicidal human!! Gristle is going to kill me!"
There was a small aisle between the weasels and the rabbits. Ozzy sprinted down it towards the sheep pen. Weasels threw themselves at the enclosure trying to get to him. They were far faster than he'd expected them to be. He was glad he hadn't tried to kill them the normal way. The rabbits started burping poisonous gas at him. It smelled horrible, but wasn't causing him any damage. The weasels didn't like it though. Many of the fuzzy critters rolled over and died, their fur and skin dissolving.
He held his breath, just in case. He could probably handle the poison, but no sense taking a chance if he didn't have to.
When he got to the sheep pen, he leaped the fence, landing near some of the red, fuzzy creatures. He used his Taunt skill to enrage them "Come get me you wooly bastards!" Several sheep near him exploded. Ozzy was ready for them, the weasels and rabbits trying to get to him weren't.
Who the hell charges things that explode? I guess the answer is monstrously tough, fire resistant, crazy-assed butchers wearing Death's spare kilt!
You take 50 points of explosion damage x3 x7. This is reduced to...0 points.
You are on Fire! x7! You will take 20 points of damage x7x5 for a total of 700 points of damage.
Ozzy raced for the next corner, pausing to taunt. More sheep exploded. Many of the sheep in the back became excited and went boom before they even got to him, waves of fire pushing out over the other pens and starting a chain reaction. Ozzy ran the perimeter of the pen, causing fiery explosions until on the fourth lap there were no more Fire sheep. Burning brightly, he stood in the center of the pen and let the fires die down. Then drank two healing potions he'd had tucked into his kilt. It had been a near thing but he'd calculated correctly.
The explosions didn't bother him in the least. Between Monstrous and Mitigation 3, he just ignored the 50-point hits. It didn't matter that there were 150 of them. The fire got to him though. Each sheep did 20 points of damage 5 times. That was over 5000 points of damage. Without his Active Fire Resistance, he'd be a smoking cinder. Negating all that damage took almost all of the 4000 points of stamina he had left after the hard day’s work. Over 1500 points of damage got through, taking him to under 2000 health. The potions put him back above that, and helped take the sting off.
The other pens had fared poorly. There was the smell of roast chicken coming from the ostriches, and most of their feathers had been blown off of them. Only half the sedgebeasts were down. They had a lot of health and the bulls were resistant to fire.
The weasels and bunnies were looking quite burnt. The poisonous gases that the mega rabbits put out were quite flammable and had added to the blaze.
Billy had been looking out of his window, when a huge plume of flames shot into the sky and he heard a sound like giant firecrackers going off. Hopefully someone survived to give a report tomorrow.
Gristle felt the explosion, and light streamed into the guild house from cracks and broken windows. He was very worried. If he lost Runt, it was going to be hard to find a replacement minion. Still, it was nice to see such a festive bonfire burning brightly.
Runt sat shaking his head, amazed at the stupidity of people. Now he'd have to find another butcher. As the fires died down, he saw a tall figure walking towards him. He stared open mouthed as Ozzy walked up to him sipping the last of a potion before casually using a spell to clean off all of the ashes, soot, and bits of sheep from himself.
Putting his clothes back on he looked over at the dying fire. "Give me a bit to clean up and take a breather and I'll get to work on those. We should be able to finish up well before dawn."
"Then how about we report to Gristle and Billy and then I'll treat you to breakfast at the tavern."
Runt was still in shock. "Uh, sure. I'm ok with that."
Summary:
You have completed the quest: Gotta Kill them all part 1 by killing 10 creatures and butchering them.
You have completed the quest: Gotta Kill them all part 2 by killing 25 creatures and butchering them.
You have completed the quest: Gotta Kill them all part 3 by killing 50 creatures and butchering them.
You have completed the quest: Gotta Kill them all part 4 by killing 100 creatures and butchering them.
You have completed the quest: Gotta Kill them all part 5 by killing 200 creatures and butchering them.
You are awarded 15 Guild Points. Guild Points may be used instead of CSP to purchase Butcher skills, perks, or core skills.
Current Guild Status: Useful and Dangerous
Current job title: Stock Yard Slaughter Boss
Current Guild Rank: Journeyman
You have earned 400 experience points in Active Fire Resistance
You have earned 400 experience points in Aspect of Fire
You have earned 500 experience points in the skill Slaughter
You have earned 500 experience points in the skill Butchering
You have earned 300 experience points in Caber
You have earned 800 experience points in INT
You have earned 1300 experience points in STR
Chapter 131: A Hard Days SlaughterAs Ozzy and his guide walked into the city, a strange transformation came over the boy he'd been following. Ozzy stopped and looked him over. He thought he'd been following a crippled boy of about 14-16 years old. The missing leg was still missing. But the illusion of humanity faded away.Runt was still only about four foot tall. He still had a peg-leg. But other things changed, most notably his face. When Ozzy tried to remember what he had looked like before, it was a vague memory, as if he hadn't really paid attention.Runt turned, "What? Never been inside before. We have to get moving...Oh, well that sucks, you can see me, can't you? I was hoping to put off this discussion until later. Must be something to do with the city.""Go ahead, say it!" Ozzy just shrugged. This wasn't his first fantasy world, "You look like you've been working out pretty well. Nice biceps."Runt's eyes narrowed, "That's it? I mean, yeah, I do work out whenever I can. Hard as hell to get STR experience in the dungeon besides slamming rats with a rock. But seriously, let's get this over with. Just ask a question, make a comment, toss an insult, it's going to happen sooner or later."Ozzy took a step forward and loomed over Runt, "Let's get something straight, I don't give a shit what you look like. I'm turning into some sort of ogre who beats people to death with his fists. My girlfriend is looking more and more like an elf every day. And Rolly...well, you'll see sooner or later.""So, even though you look like a..."Runt stamped his good foot, "Just say it.""Like a pirate who lost his eyepatch and parrot - well, I just don't care," Ozzy couldn't help but smirk after he said that.Runt's mouth closed. He glared at the smiling butcher, then relaxed, "That will have to do, I guess. You're a real smart ass, you know that?""But seriously, you're dating the hot chick that was mudwrestling? I didn't know elves were into ugly guys. She got a sister?"Gristle was wringing his hands and pacing the floor. The sounds from the stock yards were increasing. Where was Runt and the new butcher?Finally, the door slammed open and Runt returned, followed by a large, leanly muscled man in an apron. Gristle was alarmed at his appearance, but beggars can't be choosy. If this was the only butcher available, he'd have to do. But still! His apron was clean, he looked fully human, and had a lack of scars. But he'd have to do. Runt introduced them, "Ozzy, this is Gristle. He's polite, oblivious, and got the job because no one else wanted it. He's going to hit you up for a guild fee and then throw you into the deep end.""Gristle, this is Ozzy. He's a new butcher with a hot girlfriend. He's also a smartass and probably smarter than he looks. He lives down in Sedgewick, the little town everyone in the city ignores."Gristle stuck out a gnarled hand. "Greetings, I am guild master Gristle of the Gadobhra Butchers guild. So nice to make your acquaintance."Ozzy shook his hand, glanced at Runt, then said. "Nice to meet you. Runt says Billy has a job for me? And you need me to pay a fee so I can work?" Gristle smiled widely, "Yes. Official guild fee to register you here. In return for just a few shiny coins you gain access to all the guild has to offer and you can take on official guild jobs such as the one your Baron is requiring of you.""Ok, how much is the guild fee? I didn't even know there was a butchers guild." Ozzy decided Gristle would fit right in with the ACME managers. Pay to do required work? Billy had better pay him back.Gristle rubbed his hands together, "Why, every city of any size should have one. Not Sedgewick of course, it's barely a wide spot in the road. But as to the fee, how much do you have?"N0v3lTr0ve served as the original host for this chapter's release on N0v3l--B1n.Ozzy put his hand in his apron and pulled out some coins, "I've got 1 gold, 12 silver, and 4 copper on me." He put those on the counter. Gristle quickly swept them into his apron. Gristle smiled at Ozzy, showing off crooked and missing teeth, "By a strange coincidence that is exactly the amount needed. Special offer to celebrate reopening. Sign the logbook please."The logbook was a large tome made of dark leather and yellowed vellum bound in sinew. The first few pages held the names of hundreds of butchers from the past. Only a few were not crossed through: Chopper, Tuskwort, Knuckleguts, Smiling Ned, Cragella Cruel Sticks, Georgy Eight Cleavers, Oink, Sausagehoof. Adding his name at the end, Ozzy felt an odd twisting in his gut.Welcome to the Butcher's Guild of GadobhraYour guild rank: ApprenticeCurrent job title: Stock yard slaughter hand.Your guild status is: Never trust a newb.Current quest: Gotta Kill them all!Slaughter 10 beasts in the stockyards without dying yourself and deliver to The Pit of the ButcherReward: Access to the Apprentice Butcher Skill List.Ozzy read through the notification, then turned to Runt, "Time to get to work, I guess. Lead on, MacRunt."And lead Runt did, about a hundred yards further into the rubble of the city, to where the buildings ended and a wide area had been laid out with pens and corrals covering nearly 40 acres. Animals of different sizes and shapes were packed end to end in the various enclosures. The stench of rotting meat, manure, and animals blended together into odor unique to stockyards everywhere. There seemed to be no plan to how things were laid out. Several small pens would be jammed next to large ones. The walkways between them zig-zagging in crazy routes that lead to the center of the area.And at the center, taking up a few acres on its own, was the dungeon. The upper level was a windowless stone keep that rose several stories above the stock yards. Surrounding it was a wide moat filled with blood and floating bones. The bridge across was made from the ribs and spine of some huge beast with a narrow walkway down the center. From the walls hung bodies on chains, most reduced to a few bones. A stench of rot and old blood blew from the doorway between the open gates. Ozzy was looking at the pens again. "So, if we can finish off those four pens of critters, that's enough to satisfy the boss in the dungeon?"Runt took a quick calculation. There had to be over 150 of the stupid weasels in there, all wrapped around each other. Call it three dozen of the birds, thirty of the cows, and about 50 rabbits. The rabbits were only Tier one, but the other stuff was Tier 2. Maybe do the sheep next week? There were 50 of those in there. "Yeah, if we can get that done in the next few days then we can breathe easier. That's enough raw meat to restock the larder, make a few meat demons and other critters, and put another layer of fur down on his throne."As Runt looked on confused, Ozzy took off his apron, tunic, and boots. The only thing he was wearing was a black and grey kilt. "If you don't mind, I'd like to speed up the schedule. I've actually got a lot going on. My friends and I have a day off coming up so I think I'll just finish up tonight." And with that, he took off running towards the pens. Runt shook his head. "A crazed, suicidal human. The only fething butcher we had available was a crazed, suicidal human!! Gristle is going to kill me!"There was a small aisle between the weasels and the rabbits. Ozzy sprinted down it towards the sheep pen. Weasels threw themselves at the enclosure trying to get to him. They were far faster than he'd expected them to be. He was glad he hadn't tried to kill them the normal way. The rabbits started burping poisonous gas at him. It smelled horrible, but wasn't causing him any damage. The weasels didn't like it though. Many of the fuzzy critters rolled over and died, their fur and skin dissolving.He held his breath, just in case. He could probably handle the poison, but no sense taking a chance if he didn't have to.When he got to the sheep pen, he leaped the fence, landing near some of the red, fuzzy creatures. He used his Taunt skill to enrage them "Come get me you wooly bastards!" Several sheep near him exploded. Ozzy was ready for them, the weasels and rabbits trying to get to him weren't.Who the hell charges things that explode? I guess the answer is monstrously tough, fire resistant, crazy-assed butchers wearing Death's spare kilt!You take 50 points of explosion damage x3 x7. This is reduced to...0 points. You are on Fire! x7! You will take 20 points of damage x7x5 for a total of 700 points of damage.Ozzy raced for the next corner, pausing to taunt. More sheep exploded. Many of the sheep in the back became excited and went boom before they even got to him, waves of fire pushing out over the other pens and starting a chain reaction. Ozzy ran the perimeter of the pen, causing fiery explosions until on the fourth lap there were no more Fire sheep. Burning brightly, he stood in the center of the pen and let the fires die down. Then drank two healing potions he'd had tucked into his kilt. It had been a near thing but he'd calculated correctly. The explosions didn't bother him in the least. Between Monstrous and Mitigation 3, he just ignored the 50-point hits. It didn't matter that there were 150 of them. The fire got to him though. Each sheep did 20 points of damage 5 times. That was over 5000 points of damage. Without his Active Fire Resistance, he'd be a smoking cinder. Negating all that damage took almost all of the 4000 points of stamina he had left after the hard day's work. Over 1500 points of damage got through, taking him to under 2000 health. The potions put him back above that, and helped take the sting off.The other pens had fared poorly. There was the smell of roast chicken coming from the ostriches, and most of their feathers had been blown off of them. Only half the sedgebeasts were down. They had a lot of health and the bulls were resistant to fire.The weasels and bunnies were looking quite burnt. The poisonous gases that the mega rabbits put out were quite flammable and had added to the blaze. Billy had been looking out of his window, when a huge plume of flames shot into the sky and he heard a sound like giant firecrackers going off. Hopefully someone survived to give a report tomorrow. Gristle felt the explosion, and light streamed into the guild house from cracks and broken windows. He was very worried. If he lost Runt, it was going to be hard to find a replacement minion. Still, it was nice to see such a festive bonfire burning brightly.Runt sat shaking his head, amazed at the stupidity of people. Now he'd have to find another butcher. As the fires died down, he saw a tall figure walking towards him. He stared open mouthed as Ozzy walked up to him sipping the last of a potion before casually using a spell to clean off all of the ashes, soot, and bits of sheep from himself. Putting his clothes back on he looked over at the dying fire. "Give me a bit to clean up and take a breather and I'll get to work on those. We should be able to finish up well before dawn.""Then how about we report to Gristle and Billy and then I'll treat you to breakfast at the tavern."Runt was still in shock. "Uh, sure. I'm ok with that."Summary:You have completed the quest: Gotta Kill them all part 1 by killing 10 creatures and butchering them.You have completed the quest: Gotta Kill them all part 2 by killing 25 creatures and butchering them.You have completed the quest: Gotta Kill them all part 3 by killing 50 creatures and butchering them.You have completed the quest: Gotta Kill them all part 4 by killing 100 creatures and butchering them.You have completed the quest: Gotta Kill them all part 5 by killing 200 creatures and butchering them.You are awarded 15 Guild Points. Guild Points may be used instead of CSP to purchase Butcher skills, perks, or core skills.Current Guild Status: Useful and DangerousCurrent job title: Stock Yard Slaughter BossCurrent Guild Rank: JourneymanYou have earned 400 experience points in Active Fire ResistanceYou have earned 400 experience points in Aspect of FireYou have earned 500 experience points in the skill SlaughterYou have earned 500 experience points in the skill ButcheringYou have earned 300 experience points in CaberYou have earned 800 experience points in INTYou have earned 1300 experience points in STR
