Max felt Megâs hot breath on his neck, her hands caressing his skin. He let her fingers wander up and down his arm. The steamy washroom was only going to get steamier, and the boiling pot of washing clothes wasnât the only thing that was hot in here. Meg was, too, and she was driving Max crazy.
He had always found it easy to be friends with girls back home, but it wasnât so easy to get intimate with them. The sheepskin rug in front of the crackling fire was soft and inviting, though. Megâs hands were soft, too, from spending so much time up to her elbows in hot, soapy water.
The rain falling outside was cold, the steamy cottage was hot and almost too comfortable. Max couldnât stop his mind from wandering.
Who was that old guy anyway? he thought. The Mage was definitely powerful, but he knew nothing about him.
And then there was the Druid Anitaâsexy hot, too, with all her tight leather hugging her toned body. Max definitely wanted to spend more time with her. But it was too easy to fall into Megâs soft embrace, feeling her skin all around him.
A log on the fire crackled, sending a shower of sparks up the chimney on the rising smoke. Max felt Megâs lips on the back of his neck and her chest pressed against his back, nothing but the thin fabric of her blouse between them. He could still see his stats window in the smoke, still grayed out and covered with the words that demanded his attention.
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Max had always been curious, and it had been that part of him that had first sent him climbing buildings and sneaking inside. No one ever locked upper story windows, never thinking someone would climb a sheer building, but Max had been driven by curiosity to sneak inside. It was how he had discovered his talent for climbing.
And now, curiosity was taking hold of him again, so much so that he couldnât enjoy the soft caresses of the grateful farmerâs daughter. As much as it pained him, as much as he didnât want to miss out on a night of pleasure, as much as he tried to convince himself to stay, he could not.
He had to ask Elderon for help. He needed to level up.
Max reluctantly stood up, gently grabbing Megs hands as she placed them gently on his bare chest.
âI wish I could stay, Meg,â he said, âbut I cannot.â
Meg looked up at him, biting her lip.
âI need to find my companions. I have to head back to the Dancing Pig; theyâll be wondering where Iâve gotten to.â
Meg looked down at her feet, clearly disappointed. âThank you for delivering my letter.â She looked up at him suggestively. âStop by anytime, and weâll get to know each other better.â
Max swallowed hard and stepped away, moving to where the young woman had discarded his coat, grabbing his shirt on the way. He reluctantly pulled the damp material over his head and put on the coat.
Meg looked at him hopefully while he dressed, but his mind was made up. Some things were more important than a night of passion, though he wasnât one hundred percent sure this was one of them. With one last look at the gorgeous young lady, he walked to the door and stepped out and back into the rain.
A cold shower was just what he needed after the hot and steamy cottage and the soft touch of Meg.
Max walked between the tightly packed buildings on his way back to the Dancing Pig. The sky was dark, the rain falling heavily. His new boots were keeping his feet dry, and the new coat was keeping him warm, but he could not stay out in this rain for much longer, or heâd be soaked through again. He pressed on, head down, powering through the rain. He followed his instinct for finding the right direction and soon came to the Dancing Pig tavern. Down a side street, he saw a flash of red, as if a red sheet was flapping in the wind before racing away out of sight.
Max shook his head. The steam of Megâs cottage with all the soap and herbs had gone to it. He took a deep breath of cold night air and stepped into the Dancing Pig.
Elderon and Anita were still at the table, chatting like old friends. Max wondered if either of them had noticed heâd gone.
âYou have returned,â Elderon said as Max approached the table.
âI told you heâd be back, old friend,â Anita said. âHe has an adventurerâs heart and a good spirit. An honest traveler will always aid his companions.â
âAnd he wants to know how to level up,â Elderon said.
âHow?â Max stammered. âWhat?â
âYouâve got new boots,â Anita observed.
Max looked down. âYes, they are not quite a pair of Timberlands, but they are good.â
âA pair of Timberlands?â Anita asked in confusion. âBut there is only one Timberland. It is on the border of the Kingdom of Ragewind and the Kingdom of Deepwood. I know it well. That is the one and only Timberland anywhere in Eveirea.â
Max shook his head. Yeah, Iâm definitely a long way from home.
Elderon stood up. âI have rented us a room upstairs. We can rest, and you can level up.â
The Mage walked toward the bar and then up the wooden stairs to an upper level.
The room Elderon had rented was dark with a low ceiling, but it was warm from the large fire downstairs. The thatch roof of the inn, just a few inches above Maxâs head, was dry. The roof sloped down, and at the sides of the room, it was only two feet up from the floorboards. Three small single beds were tucked into the corners. A small window on the low wall at knee height showed Max the rain falling hard outside.
Elderon moved to the far end of the room where a small fire burned in a stone hearth. He leaned his staff against the end wall and unbuckled his sword belt before throwing off his Mage robes. The old Mage wore simple pants and a tight shirt, and Max was surprised at how fit he looked.
Max checked Elderonâs stats in the flickering flames of the small fire.
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> Level: 15
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> Health: Full
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> Strength: 12
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> Stamina: 14
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> Agility: 12
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> Intelligence: 18
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> Wisdom: 14
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> Charisma: 14
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âCome over here, Max,â Elderon said. He put two small chairs beside the fire and pointed Max to one.
âI am going to get some rest,â Anita said and sat on the edge of one of the little beds and took out a small book from the pouch hanging on her hip, then began flipping through the pages.
âI can see you are ready to level up, Max.â the old Mage said. âOnce you gain enough experience, you are able to level up and develop your class.â
Max glanced over to far side of the room where Anita had stood up next to her bed and was looking out of the low window, her body silhouetted in the gloomy darkness at the far end of the room. She yawned, stretched, and then she began to disrobe. The thief couldnât stop himself from staring as she unlaced her forearm defenders, slipped them off, and then she took off her upper body leathers and flung them over the small chair next to her bed. He could see her curves, outlined in the darkness. She unclipped her fighting skirt and dropped it to the floor, kicking it up and onto the seat of the chair. Her knee-high boots were the last to come off, leaving her standing in the dark completely naked, her back to Max, Elderon, and the crackling little fire.
She slipped under the covers in the small bed and appeared to fall instantly into a deep sleep.
âMax,â Elderon said.
Max shook his head then turned his attention back to the old Mage. He guessed Elderon knew he had been momentarily distracted, though the old man had clearly not been. The fact that Anita had not been concerned about stripping for bed in this small attic room indicated it was probably not the first time she had gotten naked in the old Mageâs presence.
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âSorry, Elderon,â Max finally said. âI think I drifted off. You were saying something about leveling up.â
The Mage fixed the young man with a knowing stare for a moment. Max looked back into Elderonâs deep, dark eyes, but he knew if he stared too long, he would become terrified by them. There was something about this Mage that was very dark. Max sensed he had known trouble and danger.
âThe first thing you need to know is how to analyze yourself and the world around you,â Elderon said. âYou can view your personal stats whenever you choose, and they will appear in the world around you.â
Max nodded. âYeah, Iâve seen them in the branches of trees, the smoke rising from a fire. Whenever I think about them, they appear to me.â
âView them now,â Elderon said.
It wasnât a friendly suggestion; it was an order, and there was something in that voice that told Max he should immediately comply. It wasnât a threatening tone, simply a commanding one, and Max looked into the fire. The flames danced and flickered, and then the flames marked out the edge of his stats window. But the writing he had seen there before was hidden behind a gray fog and the gold shimmering words heâd seen before.
âThe words âLevel upâ block my stats window.â
âGood,â Elderon said. âYou are ready to make your first level. Before you do, though, you have a decision to make. I checked your stats when we first met. You have some very strong stats in Agility, Charisma, and Intelligence. Use these natural talents to select a class that you will excel in.â
âI have seen Anitaâs class,â Max said. âSheâs a Druid, right? And you are a Battle Mage, but my stats said my class is currently none.â
âYou choose a class when you level up for the first time.â
âWhat classes can I choose from?â
âThere are so many, but itâs not worth looking at them all. Some classes just wonât work for you. Itâs no use for someone with low Strength to choose a Warrior class because they will not be able to wield the most powerful Warrior class weaponry.â
âIâm a good climber,â Max said, âI have great Agility, and I also have the Sneak ability. It has proven quite valuable already.â He was about to tell the old Mage about his Pick Pocket ability, and that there was ten gold in his burlap sack that was evidence of that, but Max decided not to admit that to Elderon just yet.
âSneak?â Elderon nodded. âThat is truly a powerful natural ability, gained no doubt thanks to your high Agility, and it is exceptional that you can use it already before leveling up.â The Mage nodded, clearly impressed.
âYour chosen class must match your attributes and abilities if you want to get the most from them. See Anita there.â Elderon pointed at the sleeping Druid. He summoned her stats, and they appeared in the dark, shadowy folds of her bedcovers. âAnita has very high Wisdom. That is the most important attribute for a Druid. It lets her understand the natural world in an intuitive manner. She has other high attributes, too, and it makes her a very powerful Druid. She is already highly respected, and she will one day lead the Druid order once she has reached the highest levels of her class.â
Max studied her stats but couldnât help looking beyond them to the sleeping Druid beauty. She stirred under her bedcovers, rolling onto her back and stretching her arms above her head. The covers clinging to her body but threatening to fall aside and reveal her nakedness at the slightest movement.
Elderon dismissed the stats table with a slight wave of his hand. A second wave of his hand moved the blanket upward over Anitaâs body, tucking her in under the covers.
Max spotted the telltale shimmering heat haze around Elderonâs hands that told him the old Mage was using magic to move Anitaâs blanket.
âAnd Anita is strong,â Elderon went on with hardly a pause. âStrong enough that she can use any weapon that her class will allow, though I know she favors the staff and sling. Her Wisdom and Charisma attributes are her greatest strengths, though, as a Druid. She can understand the world thanks to her high Wisdom, but she can also charm it and bend it to her will with her Charisma.â
Max certainly understood how charismatic Anita was. He knew he couldnât stop thinking about her.
âYou must choose wisely, Max,â Elderon said. âYou have high Charisma.â
âLike Anita,â Max said. âDoes that mean I should be a Druid?â
Elderon shook his head. âYour Wisdom is too low, my young friend.â
Max felt embarrassed and foolish having this old Mage tell him his Wisdom was low.
âA Druid and the other divine classes like Cleric and Monkâand Paladin to an extentâneed high Wisdom for their divine spells to work. Anita draws her power from nature. Her Charisma and Wisdom mean she can draw much power from the world, and the world is happy to give to her as she has the interests of nature and the natural order in mind.â
âDivine spells?â Max said.
âThere are two sources of magic in Eveirea,â Elderon said. âDivine, where Clerics and Druids draw their magic abilities. And then there is the arcane magic. Your high Intelligence means you could learn arcane spells. It takes a strong mind to hold the spells. And with your high Agility, you would be able to perform the intricate hand gestures required to bring forth the arcane spells, to bring them into the world and cast them with accuracy and speed.â
âSpells?â Max nodded thoughtfully. âLike when you move things?â
âThatâs not very powerful magic.â Elderon smiled. âThatâs a little party trick. I donât need to memorize any spells or channel any magic to perform those little tricks. Itâs an ability Iâve gained as I advanced in levels, like your ability to Sneak, but mine only came when I reached a high enough level. I can use it at will with only a short cooldown between uses.â
âCould you move yourself?â Max said. âMake yourself fly or make someone else fly?â
Elderon smiled. He took a small pipe out of his leather bag and packed it with a dark and pungent weed. He summoned a small flame between his finger and thumb and lit the pipe, puffing to get it burning brightly before letting the flame vanish.
âAnother party trick,â the Mage said, continuing to smile. He smoked the pipe for a few moments before answering Maxâs question. âNo, I canât fly. I can only move small things like a small rock or a blanket. I can use it to cause a distraction or to make life a little easier by bringing an object just out of reach a little closer. Itâs handy, but itâs hardly going to win any battles.â
âCould you teach me how to do it?â
âMaybe, if you choose to be a Mage. Then I could help you discover a natural ability to move small inanimate objects.â
Max thought about how good it would be to levitate a stack of cash from behind a bank counter, stealing without anyone knowing, as the cash floated right to his open bag.
âYou would make a good Mage,â Elderon said. âYou would have access to some early spells like Disguise and Hide which would work well with your current abilities, as well as a simple magical shield to keep you safe from missile weapons, deflecting arrows or bullets.â
Max didnât like the thought of anyone shooting arrows at him, shield or not.
âYou can also learn to cast the Shimmer spell which creates flickering copies of yourself to confuse enemies. You can cast Know Item, letting you instantly analyze a new, mysterious item when you find treasure in a dark dungeon somewhere. I still use the Know Item spell a lot as there are many mysterious items hidden across Eveirea.â
Max thought it all sounded pretty boring.
âAnd Magic Missile, a powerful pulse of magic. Itâs a basic Mage spell, one of the first available to Level One Mages.â
Max perked up, suddenly more interested in magic. âMagic Missile, you say. That sounds interesting.â
âBut choosing a class must be done with care,â Elderon cautioned. âAs I said before, your Strength is too low to wield heavy melee weapons, so a Warrior class would be a bad choice. You could become a Ranger and specialize as a Beast Master because your high Charisma would allow you to summon animals to come to your aid or even charm wild beasts. At very high levels, some Beast Masters can transform into beasts like a Bear or a wolf. I heard of a Beast Master from the continent of Scarfel, the continent west of Eveirea, who could transform into a Dragon, but that was in the last age of the world when magic was still young.â
Max had no idea what the last age of the world was, but being able to turn into a Dragon and fly would be amazing.
âIf you chose the Ranger class, you would be limited in your choice of weapons. You could use a bow, but youâd be restricted to short bows because of your low Strength.â
âBut I could turn into a Dragon?â
âOnly at the highest level. Youâd struggle to turn into a Badger at Level One, and you might never gain the ability to turn into anything fierce. But you would be able to track animals and people, and you would probably gain the special ability Know Herbs that would let you make potions of healing or other useful potions.â
Max didnât think that sounded very exciting. He wasnât much of a cook and didnât like the idea of spending all day picking flowers. It might be fun in a video game, but this was real life. He dismissed the idea of becoming a Ranger.
âOr how about a Bard? You have high Charisma, essential for a Bard. You have good Agility, so you could easily learn to play musical instruments. A party of adventurers can gain a temporary skill boost from a Bard playing a good tune.â
Max thought about it for a moment. Being a Bard might be fun. He could get a gig in the Dancing Pig and then set off on a tour of this world after he saved up some money. Heâd be able to claim all the best songs heâd ever heard and bring them to this world. He could be a rock star. All the girls would want him. He would have Meg the farmerâs daughter and her friends following him from one tavern to the next. Heâd entertain them and then they would keep him company for the rest of the night. Yeah, Bard definitely sounded cool!
âBut in a world where you can be anything, why not be the best you can be?â Elderon said, sensing the young manâs thoughts.
Max thought about his options as Elderon had explained them. He could become a Beast Master. Even if he couldnât transform into a dragon, he could probably manage an eagle, and heâd be able to fly and see things from high above. Maybe heâd be a Bard if all he wanted was the attention of the girls. But Elderon was impressive with his special ability to move things and create fire at his fingertips. And Magic Missiles sounded cool.
At the end of the day, Max figured he could still get girls if he became a Mage, but he wouldnât get magic if he became a Bard.
âAlright, I know what Iâm going to choose. How do I do this?â
Elderon tapped out his pipe on the stone hearth and tucked it away. He looked at the younger man and spoke with a quiet yet powerful voice that held Maxâs absolute attention. âYou must focus on the words âlevel upâ and let it move toward you,â Elderon said. âAs you have not chosen a class, you will be offered a choice. Remember what you have already decided. Do not let your mind wander to other choices at the last moment. Go ahead, now. Level up.â
Max looked at his stats. He let the gold letters move toward him. They moved slowly, at first, before speeding up, and then they were suddenly on him, surrounding him. Hundreds of words erupted from the golden letters of âlevel up.â The names of dozens of classes swirled around him, each with a different style of writing. Some were larger than others and shone in gold light. Some were smaller and silver or dull brown. The class names Barbarian and Berserker were the smallest, and their letters were written in dull rust colors. Although he could see them clearly, they were somehow out of reach. Others were closer, shining gold in huge letters. He found Mage and reached out to it with both hands.
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> Intelligence: 17
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The gold letters melted away, and Max stared at the stats screen flickering in the flames. He had chosen. He was now a Mage.
He noticed that his name had changed, too, and he was no longer Max Freeman. Instead, he was Max Lightfoot, the name Anita had given him. He nodded approvingly.
A feeling of fatigue suddenly washed over him, and he slumped back in the chair, his energy drained from the leveling up process. Or maybe it was just that a very long day was finally taking its toll. Either way, the act of leveling up was as exhilarating as it was exhausting. He felt Elderon guide him toward the bed but didnât feel himself consciously moving.
âRest now, Max,â Elderon said. âI will wake you soon. We have more to do before morning.â
Max collapsed onto the small bed, finding it surprisingly soft. He instantly fell into a deep sleep.