A Game of IaF Chapter 7

A Game of Ice and Fire: Begin


Escape the Dungeon!

Chapter 7:

Jon walked down hallway as it opened up to another chamber. The clear cut stone walls ended replaced by hard rugged rock with moss and other plants growing in and around it. The ceiling was covered with roots jutting down from above. The ground was muddy with stones arranged half hazardly forming a sort of walk way for Jon.

The chamber was split in half by an underground stream that seemed to start at one end and end at another. The water was steaming hot at it's fumes raised the temperature of the entire room.

Jon was glad he got rid of his leather armour, or else he would have been sweating up a storm. Luckily his robes were loose enough that they provided proper filtration for him.

Jon looked up at the roots, if he was to guess he would say this chamber was right below the Godswood, meaning the stream inside was part of the hot spring above.

Jon sighed as he kept his sword ready walking slowly into the chamber. He could see the exit on the other side of the stream, if he wanted to cross he was going to have to jump across, or just walk across. The stream's current wasn't very strong, he could easily just walk across it and not get swept away.

Jon looked around and found big giant pots littered all around him. They were similar in design to the small urns he found before, the ones that contained coins and the like. So Jon walked up to the pot and opened the lid.

A wave of nausea hit Jon as he immediately shut the pot before turning to the side and puking his guts out.

Jon dry heaved as he gathered his senses and walked away from the pot. He couldn't believe what he saw inside. A human body drained of it's blood, looking like a prune. The body was wrapped in the linen Jon found in the chamber before. He was amazed there was no smell coming from the pots, he honestly was. He had been around dead bodies before, but he never realised how disgusting it really was.

Jon looked around, there were dozens of these pots spotting the chamber. And if they all came alive like the skeleton's before, then Jon was in a lot of trouble.

'But they aren't moving yet,' Jon told himself. 'Meaning I can get rid of them before they do.' And Jon knew just the way to do it. The mummified bodies were wrapped in linen, which was extremely flammable. And luckily Jon just learnt something that could light them all up.

Jon dropped his shield and pulled out his left leather glove tucking it into his belt. He shock his hand and got ready. This was the first time he ever tried to use his magic, hopefully it wouldn't blow up in his face.

Fireball was a move, and Jon hoped like his other moves this one would come to him naturally like it did with the other's. He focused on his palm, he remembered how the magical skeleton used it, he focused on his hand and suddenly Jon felt something in him spark.

Jon felt it in his stomach. A spark that started to burn within him. The warmth then quickly moved from his stomach, to his chest and slowly down his left arm. It took five seconds, but eventually Jon felt his palm warm up with energy. He expected it to activate, but it was held back, just beyond the surface. He needed to pull it out, he needed to draw it out.

Trusting his instinct Jon's clicked his fingers causing friction in his palm. Suddenly the warmth had a way out. Jon's hand exploded into fire contained only by his fingers that curled around the flames. Jon was startled, but did nothing as he kept the flame afloat. He looked at it and marveled at it's beauty. He felt his mana being drained;

-20 MP!

Jon saw the blue bar standing for MP appear over the Playtrix. Jon smiled, 'I did it. I finally did it. Magic…..it's amazing.'

Jon then looked up from the flames, he could admire it later, right now he had a job to do. He looked at the pot with the mummified body inside and took a few steps back. If he remembered correctly the flames had a way of exploding on impact.

Jon drew back his arm and then threw the fireball with all his strength launching it at the pot. The fireball roared through the air before hitting the pot and breaking it open. The body inside was flung to the side, it's linen covered body burning as it did.

Jon stood and watched as the mummified body burnt away to nothing. He sighed as the flames finally died down leaving nothing but bones. 'Guess it wasn't really a threat,' Jon thought to himself in relief. Because if it was a threat that meant JOn's fireball wouldn't have been able to stop it. After all the fire ball did do just 80 points in damage while the average skeleton had 300 HP.

Jon turned to the next pot, a few good feet away from him. He snapped his fingers forming another fireball in his palm;

-20 MP!

Jon drew back and threw it. The pot exploded again and sure enough another mummified body flew out on fire. Jon watched it burn and waited for any sign of movement. Finding none he moved to the next pot, and the next and the next;

-20 MP!

-20 MP!

-20 MP!

Jon then moved closer to the stream. He had enough destroyed enough pots to clear a path for himself.

Plus now his MP was very low;

Jon's MP: 51.5/131.5

He may or may not have gotten carried away with the fireballs. He knew he should have been more economical with his power, but he couldn't help it. There was something about him that just liked watching something burn.

'Wait, if Rhaegar is my father then that means The Mad King….' Jon shivered, 'no wonder I like watching things burn. Note to self: if you ever get a turned on by watching things burn, kill yourself.'

Jon approached the stream bent down. He was thirsty seeing the fresh flowing water, he really should have packed more food in his inventory, but in his defense he didn't realise he was going to be here for so long.

Jon reached down and cupped some water bringing it up to his face to drink. He thought about Ghost, how the poor wolf was probably waiting for him. Jon quickly pushed it out of his mind, Ghost had been alone before, and if anything the wolf knew to take care of itself. All Jon had to focus on now was surviving dungeon.

Jon got up and jumped across the stream. As he walked towards the exit though something in the back of his told him to stop. Jon listened to his instincts and did so, lifting his sword and shield ready for anything coming his way.

Rumble!

Jon turned to the sound and found one of the many pot tip over and break open revealing one of the mummified bodies Jon hadn't destroyed. Jon looked up at it's title;

Mummified Body, Undead

Lv- 4

REP- -100/100

Jon then took it a step forward as he Observed the enemy;

Mummified Body, Undead

Lv- 4

REP- -100/100

HP- 350/350

SP- Unlimited

MP- 0/0

Allegiance- Other Undead

STR- 19

VIT- 8

DEX- 2

CHA- 0

INT- 0

WIS- 0

LUC- 0

The undead raised from the grave for only one purpose, to kill you. It's rotting flesh is well preserved against the elements making it stronger than the enemies before it.

Kill to gain-30 Exp

Jon read it quickly before closing the box. It was stronger than him, and faster than him. It was like the skeletons before. The only advantage Jon had was that it was stupid, meaning he could outsmart it.

The undead charged ahead with a speed that would have surprised Jon if he didn't know it could go that fast. Jon waited until the last moment before he jumped to the leg dodging the monster's tackle. He left his left leg in tripping the monster causing it to trip and fall down.

Jon got back up and swung his sword down cutting the monster's head off;

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50% bonus= 75

Mummified Body's HP: 275/350

Jon then brought his sword up and plugged it into the body's back through where the heart should be;

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50% bonus= 75

Mummified Body's HP: 200/350

Jon then jumped back swiping at the monster's lower back swearing it's spine;

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50% bonus= 75

Mummified Body's HP: 125/350

He then hacked the monster's legs off in one swing before sticking the blade where the groin should be;

Mummified Body's HP: 75/350

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50% bonus= 75

Mummified Body's HP: 0/350

Jon panted as he saw his stamina reduce;

Jon's SP: 180/200

The body of the mummified body was slowly disappearing, but Jon wasn't worried about that. He was more concerned about the other pots currently rumbling.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

'Three...four….six...seven...eight…..ten,' Jon counted each one with bated breath. He watched as the ten mummified bodied climbed out of their pots before getting up and turning towards him as one.

'Okay, don't panic,' Jon said that as he felt himself calm down. He felt his mind relax itself, he needed to focus, 'they have the numbers, but they are all stupid. You can do this Jon, you can do this.'

Jon turned to the mummy closest to him. It was a good 20 feet away. Jon reached around and grabbed his small axe tucking into his back. He pulled it out and threw it at the mummy cutting into it's chest;

Mummified Body's HP: 330/350

Jon wasn't discouraged by the lake of damage. He charged ahead and drew his sword. The mummy charged, but it was weaponless. Jon swung his sword and sliced the monster's hands in half;

Mummified Body's HP: 290/350

Jon then tackled the monster shield first before he brought his sword down and cut it's head off;

Critical Strike!

50+50% bonus= 75

Mummified Body's HP: 215/350

Jon then smashed his foot down on the mummy's chest sending the axe embedded in it deeper inside;

Critical Strike!

20+50% bonus = 30

Mummified Body's HP: 195/350

Jon then stabbed the monster's spine through its gut and then stabbed in the groin, both hits earning him criticals;

Critical Strike!

50+50% bonus= 75

Mummified Body's HP: 115/350

Critical Strike!

50+50% bonus= 75

Mummified Body's HP: 40/350

Jon then brought his sword down on it's head slicing it at it's jaw dealing it 50 points in damage;

Mummified Body's HP: 0/350

Jon's SP- 160/200

Jon turned around quickly and saw another monster charge at him. It further away but catching up after. But this gave Jon enough time.

Jon started to charge up a fireball spell in his left hand, five seconds past and Jon snapped his fingers forming the fireball. He was about to throw it when suddenly another mummy jumped at him from the right.

Jon had almost missed it, but his luck preserved as he turned around to try and block the monster from getting on top of him. He pushed his left hand up without realising the fireball was still burning in it. The monster fell upon it's own death as the moment it touched Jon's hand it was sent flying back in an explosion;

-20MP!

KABOOM!

Ping!

Critical Strike!

80+50%= 120!

Mummified Body's HP: 230/350

Jon felt his body shake as he was thrown backwards. His hand stained in pain, Jon looked at the Playtrix;

Jon's HP- 120/150

Jon cursed nearly half the damage had fallen back on him. But at least the mummy had also gotten a blast of the attack. And a point blank blast like that had to have been critical, there was no way it wasn't.

Jon quickly got back on his feet and saw the other mummy quickly approaching, 'no time for another fireball,' he ran to the body of the first mummy he fought and grabbed his axe. He then threw it forward hitting the mummy running at him;

Ping!

Critical Strike!

20+50%= 30!

Mummified Body's HP: 320/350

That didn't seem to stop the monster however as it continued to charge Jon. It jumped and came down, Jon swung his sword cleaving the monster in two at the stomach;

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Mummified Body's HP: 245/350

A mountain of body parts flew down on Jon covering him with gore. But Jon didn't hesitate he didn't let the blood stun him, if he did it would mean his death. He turned to monster and beheaded it before stabbing it in the heart;

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Mummified Body's HP: 170/350

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Mummified Body's HP: 95/350

Jon then cleaved the monster arms off reducing it's HP to 45, but before he could finish it off the one he blasted point blank with a fire ball jumped him and shoved him to the ground.

Jon tried to fight back but the mummy was too strong. It brought it;s hands on John's neck and began to squeeze the life out of him. Jon had no choice, it need to get it off of him. And he had just the spell to do it.

It would cost him some points, but that was better than losing them all. JOn focused through the pain as he began to gather more and more mana into his hand. He pushed the mummy with his right hand as while using his left to shove the monster's side.

Jon could feel the life being choked out of him, 'five,' his eyes felt heavy, 'four,' the monster roared in his face, 'three' he could feel his lips become strained, 'two,' his right hand became limp, 'one.'

Snap!

Jon pressed his hand on the lower back of the monster. The blast was pointed away from his body sending the monster flying off of Jon.

Ping!

-20 MP!

Critical Strike!

80+50%= 120!

Mummified Body's HP: 110/350

Jon's HP- 90/150

Jon coughed as he gasped for air. He wanted to sit down and rest, but he knew that would mean his death. Jon got up as fast as he could and saw the mummy twitch on the ground, it's body had been shattered in half with its wounds cauterised.

Jon looked down and saw the mummy with 45 HP trying to crawl away. Jon approached it and swung his sword down cutting into it's chest once more;

Mummified Body's HP: 0/350

Jon reached down and pulled his axe out of the monster's disappearing body. He turned to the mummy currently cut in half, he wanted to charge another fire ball and launch it at it's head gaining another critical finishing this once and for all. But Jon had only 11 MP left, he regretted wasting his mana before. He really need it now.

But it didn't matter. Jon approached the monster and swung his sword down cleaning it's head from it's body before stabbing it's heart;

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Mummified Body's HP: 35/350

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Mummified Body's HP: 0/350

Jon's SP- 135/200

Ping!

You have created a new move! Tri-Critical impact!

Tri-Critical impact,

A three strike move at aims for the three most critical obvious parts of the human body. The Head, the heart and the spine!

Cost- 20 SP

Jon sighed as the body disappeared into dust. 'Three down, seven to go.' Jon turned as he saw two mummies approach him. He was glad for his new move, at least now he had a way of attack. JOn drew back his hand and readied his throwing axe.

'Okay, three criticals means three chances to inflict 75 points of damage. That's a total of 225 points, the remaining 125 I have to make up with three swings on my sword.'

Jon then heaved as he threw the axe forward handle over blade. It hit the chest of the mummy on the right slowing it down.

Ping!

Critical Strike!

20+50%= 30!

Mummified Body's HP: 320/350

Ping!

You have earned +1 DEX!

Jon ignored it as he charged at the mummy on the left. He swung his sword, "tri-critical impact!"

His body moved automatically as his sword moved like the wind. It slices across the mummy's neck before swinging around and cutting it's spine in half. Jon then drew the blade back before thrusting at the monster's chest and into it's heart.

Jon's SP- 115/200

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Mummified Body's HP: 275/350

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Mummified Body's HP: 200/350

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Mummified Body's HP: 125/350

Jon then brought his sword down on it's hands and feet. He then finally slashed across it's chest forming a deep gash.

Mummified Body's HP: 0/350

Ping!

You have leveled up a skill!

Single hand Sword Fighting, Lv- 4 (2%)

The skill to use a sword with the major motions being carried out by only one hand.

Efficiency - 25%

Possibility of combo moves - 15%

Jon then turned to see the mummy with his axe imbedded in it's chest jump at him. Jon placed his shield between them and shoved him to the side, Jon then turned on him as he charged at the fallen body.

"Tri-Critical impact!" Jon's body again flew form his control as it moved by itself. The mummy's head was cleaved, his abdomen was cut in half and then his heart was pierced;

Jon's SP- 95/200

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Mummified Body's HP: 245/350

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Mummified Body's HP: 170/350

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Mummified Body's HP: 95/350

Jon then got back control as he cut the monster's arms, legs before ending it with a slash into it's chest;

Mummified Body's HP: 0/350

Jon panted, he could feel his body strained, his stamina was only one third full, he needed to do something to end this as quickly as he could. Jon saw 5 mummies on the other side of the stream quickly walk towards him.

'I need a plan,' Jon shock his head, 'no, I need a miracle.' And just then;

Ping!

You have leveled up!

Jon Targaryen

HP- 200/200

SP- 200/200

MP- 100/100 [156.5/156.5 due to mana robes.]

The Player

Title- The Bastard of the North

Level- 4 Exp- 0/800

Allegiance - House Stark

STR- 7

VIT- 6

DEX- 6

CHA- 2

INT- 10

WIS- 4

LUC- 1

POINTS- 23

MONEY- 29 Gold 10 silver 23 bronze

Ping!

Due to amazing circumstances your luck has increased by +1!

LUC- 2

Jon's eyes went wide, 'well...that works.' Jon didn't know if this was a gift from the Gods or just a coincidence. He remembered his experience points being at around 250/400. He killed 5 mummies, each giveing 30 exps. Jon smiled, the math added up.

Jon looked up at the monsters and smiled. He felt his body heal itself. He felt his stamina reserves increased, he felt his mana increase. The dull pain in his left hand from the two point blank explosions he created started to go away.

Jon was ready, 'alright, time for round two!'

Jon threw his axe at the first mummy coming at him catching it right in the chest;

Critical Strike!

20+50%= 30!

Mummified Body's HP: 320/350

Jon then began to gather mana into his hand. He waited for five second before snapping his hand and summoning a ball of fire. He looked at the same mummy from before and launched the fire ball at it's head.

Ping!

-20 MP!

Critical Strike!

80+50%= 120!

Mummified Body's HP: 200/350

Jon charged at the mummy, "tri-critical impact!" His sword danced across the mummy's neck, it's stomach and a trust into its heat;

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Mummified Body's HP: 125/350

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Mummified Body's HP: 50/350

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Mummified Body's HP: 0/350

Jon's SP- 175/200

Jon turned to the next one and began to charge another fire ball. The mummy however was faster and charged Jon beforehand. Jon knew he couldn't risk an explosion so close, not again. He drew back his left hand and kicked the mummy to the ground.

He then stamped his foot down on it's chest pinning it down. Jon snapped his fingers creating a fireball in his hands and threw it one of the other charging mummies.

Ping!

-20 MP!

Critical Strike!

80+50%= 120!

Mummified Body's HP: 230/350

Jon then turned to the mummy pinned under him and jumped away. As the mummy finally got back on it's feet Jon charged, "tri-critical impact!"

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Mummified Body's HP: 155/350

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Mummified Body's HP: 80/350

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Mummified Body's HP: 5/350

Jon's SP- 155/200

Jon then brought down his sword on the mummy's head ending it's un-life. Jon bent down and picked up his axe from the monster before this one, it was still useable, though on it's last leg.

Then the remaining three zombies jumped him all at once.

Jon kept his shield up and smashed it forward pushing one of them away. He turned and kicked one away when the third one finally managed to tackle him to the ground.

Jon jerked his axe forward gutting the monster.

Mummified Body's HP: 330/350

The mummy went to grab Jon's throat but the player kept moving, doing his best to save his neck. The mummy then began to punch Jon's stomach over and over again;

Jon's HP- 190/200

Jon's HP- 180/200

Jon's HP- 170/200

Jon's HP- 160/200

Jon needed to use fireball again, it was the only way he was going to live. But he couldn't risk his HP again. Jon suddenly had an idea. It was disgusting, but it would help save his life.

Jon used his left hand and dug into the hole he gutted in the monster's stomach. He then began gathering his mana and charging his mana. He rolled the mummy over pinning him to the ground, it tried to grab his neck but Jon stayed just out of his reach.

Moment before his fireball skill could be used Jon felt another mummy grab his neck and pull him back. His hand slipped out of fallen mummies body, but it was glowing red with energy.

Jon pried himself loose, but the monster's grip was too strong. He saw the third mummy about to jump into the battle, Jon aimed his left hand and fired catching the mummy in the head blowing it's brains out;

-20 MP!

Critical Strike!

80+50%= 120!

Mummified Body's HP: 230/350

Jon saw his axe on the ground next to him, he pulled himself forward. The mummy around his neck tightened his grip, Jon wrapped his left hand around the axe and swung it backwards cutting the mummy's hand in half.

Jon gasped as he lunged forward and back kicked the monster away from him. He turned to the mummy on the ground with its gut spilling out, he lowered his sword, "tri-impact impact,";

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Mummified Body's HP: 255/350

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Mummified Body's HP: 180/350

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Mummified Body's HP: 105/350

Jon's SP- 135/200

Jon then swung his sword down three times cutting it's arms, legs and thrusting into it's chest. Jon was panting, the two other mummy's had gotten up. One had only one arm, the one that had tried to choke him. The other had no head, which was honestly funny. But Jon didn't feel like laughing.

His eyes darted from one mummy to another, he was waiting for them to do something, anything. Suddenly Jon felt something was wrong, something inside him told him to duck, and duck he did.

ZOOP!

A wave of white light came forward cutting the mummies in half. Jon watched in shock as the mummies both fell to the ground dead. They didn't get back up, that attack had ended them. JOn turned around and was startled at what he saw.

It was another undead standing in the middle of the stream cutting through the chamber. It wore black armour with wolf heads on either shoulder and a helmet shaped like a wolf's head. His gauntlets were sharp along with his armour leggings. Jon could even see silver chain mail underneath.

On his left was a staff as big as him, black with a white crystal on top. And on his right was a sword with a black hilt with a wolf head on the pommel, it's bright was almost blinding white, it was polished to a shine and very sharp. Jon felt fear grab hold of him when he looked into the undead's eyes. Pure white stared back at him, and Jon felt power like never before. It was like calling Winterfell and small rock structure, a complete understatement.

Jon Observed him;

Undead Lord, Strong Undead

Lv- 10

REP- -1000/100

HP- 1,000/1,000

SP- 300/300

MP- 400/400

Allegiance- Other Undead

STR- 23

VIT- 21

DEX- 9

CHA- 0

INT- 8

WIS- 2

LUC- 0

The leader of the undead army, he is merciless, ruthless and will kill anything that lives. His greatest power is his magic and his is very skilled with a sword. Warning to any who see me, run and don't look back.

Kill to gain - 1,500 Exp

Jon felt fear take him again. This time he didn't think he was going to win. Jon was sure off it. If he just faced him head on he would lose. He would die a very painful death.

Jon gulped, the Undead Lord stared back at him, Jon knew what he had to do. He turned around and ran.

The Undead Lord raised an single eyebrow in confusion as he watched Jon run away. But it didn't matter, no body escaped him.

Jon saw the exit to the chamber up ahead and ran forward. He didn't stand a chance against that thing, it wasn't running away, it was….okay yes, it was running away.

Jon looked back and saw the Undead Lord chase after him, although very slowly. Jon grumbled and kept running. He entered the pathway out of the camber and started walking on the cold stone floor. The rocky walls were replaced with the yellowstone Jon was used to as he ran faster and faster inside.

Soon however the hallway ended revealing a wall made of black stone with a single golden keyholes in the center. Around the keyhole were various carving of wolves and other animals. Jon tried to put the stone open but no luck.

Step, step, step.

Jon heard a second pair of footsteps bounce off the walls. 'It's in here,' Jon told himself, 'I can't run back, I can't run forward, what do I do?!' Jon looked up and he had an idea.

Jon sheathed his sword and axe while he threw his shield down, he wouldn't be able to use it now. Using the graves carved into the wall as leverage Jon climbed the flat surface. He reached ten feet high before the graves stopped. The hallway was around 4 feet wide, this gave Jon and idea.

Ping!

Due you creative thinking you have earned +1 WIS!

Jon stretched his leg to the wall on the other side and put it flat on the wall. He then brought his other leg there using his hands to support him. Jon carefully began to walk up the wall, careful not to make to much noise.

Jon then began to climb the wall by pressing his hands and feet on either sides of the hallway. He used to do this a lot when he and Robb were children. Often times they would do it in order to climb the kitchen shelves where Lady Stark would hide the really good biscuits. Jon hadn't done it in a long time, but he still remembered how;

Ping!

Due to acrobatical like movements you have earned +1 DEX!

Soon Jon had his back touching the hallway ceiling. He looked down and in the corner of his eyes spotted the Undead Lord approaching. Jon's limbs began to shake in fear, but he refused to let himself be scared. This was his once chance of living, and he refused to die because he was too afraid.

Jon watched as the Undead Lord approached the black stone wall. He looked down at the shield Jon left behind and stopped moving. Jon watched as the Undead Lord reached into his armour pulling out a golden key, he looked at it and then the door before nodding.

'I need the key to get past the wall,' Jon realised, he looked down and watched the Undead Lord turn around and stand gaurd over the stone wall, 'he knows I'm going to have to come to him eventually, he's waiting.'

Jon knew he couldn't hold this up indefinitely, he wasn't a god. So there was only one thing left to do, attack. And Jon knew he couldn't hold back anymore. He had the advantage, he didn't know where Jon was, and Jon had the drop on him.

Jon mentally commanded the Playtrix to display his move list and looked up his fireball move, he needed to be sure of it's full capabilities for what he was planning to do;

Fireball,

A spell move that allows you to charge and release a fireball from your hand.

Time - 5 seconds

Cost - 20 MP per 80 damage points

Damage- depends of the amount of mana used.

'So I can put more mana into it,' Jon realised as he closed the box mentally. No he only had one problem, to make it effective he needed to hit a critical spot, and since this guy was decked in armour that wasn't a guarantee.

Jon then remembered what his infobox said, 'he likes to use magic, and that staff looks pretty magical to me,' Jon said as he Observed the staff;

Staff of Cutting (C Class item)

A staff which can perform the magical spell 'Cut'. It send out beams of light affecting whatever it touches. Damage varies on the amount of magic is used. It's mana storage can be recharged using the user's mana.

Current store- 500 MP/500 MP

Damage- 10 per 1 MP used.

Durability- 200

Jon's eyes widened in panic, 'if he decided to use that thing's full power he could kill in instantly! 5,000 points of damage is a lot!'

Jon calmed himself down, 'on the plus side it's durability isn't something crazy like a 1000. It is after all a stick with a crystal on top of it.' Jon could break it. He looked at his MP;

Jon's MP: 96.5/156.5

Jon would need to inflict about 200 points of damage to break that thing. But to just be on the safe side he better use all.

Jon immediately started to draw mana into his right palm. Jon hoped the Undead Lord couldn't' sense magic, and since he didn't react at all once Jon started to use it Jon assumed he couldn't.

Once the magic was gather in his palm Jon started to pour more into it. He drained himself as he put more and more mana into his palm. He slowly felt his reserves dip as it all got collected into his now admittedly hot plam.

Jon slowly shifted his weight to his left hand as he removed his right form the wall. He aimed his hand open palm towards at the Staff of cutting, he took a deep breath, 'relax, you got this.'

Jon snapped his fingers lighting his palm on fire burning through his leather gloves as the flame grew bigger and bigger, bigger than any other fire ball Jon had used. The Undead Lord jerked his head upwards at the noise, Jon didn't' know if he was surprised or not, but it didn't matter.

-80 MP!

Jon pushed the extra large fireball down and watched it shoot down at the undead monster. Jon didn't even see it hit, all he heard was the noise it made as it caused the entire hallway to vibrate.

BOOM!

The light was so bright it almost blinded Jon. The shock of the sudden vibrations caused Jon to lose his already weak grip on the wall and fall down.

Luckily Jon grabbed one of the grave holes breaking his fall. He put his legs in the given below and balanced himself allowing him to hang with one arm free.

Ping!

Critical Strike!

320+50%= 480!

Undead Lord's HP: 520/1,000

Jon smiled, 'I cut it's health down by almost half!' And as soon as it came the excitement died. That was literally his strongest attack, and it did nothing but cut it's HP in half. Jon looked down and saw a pieces of the Staff of Cutting fly toward him and land on the ground. It was the top half, the one with the crystal.

Slowly the smoke cleared revealing the Undead Lord standing like an unmoving statue. The armour on the left side of it's body was broken into pieces. It's arm and shoulder were bare revealing the pale white skin underneath it.

The Staff of Cutting was gone, Jon could see the Undead Lord's hands covered in white splitters. The Undead Lord turned it's pale white eyes towards Jon and roared, "ARGH!"

Jon jumped down and grabbed the broken piece of the staff of cutting. He then turned around and ran for his life. He stood no chance against this thing, even now.

He ran into the chamber underneath the Godswood and continued to run until he crossed the stream. JOn turned around and saw the Undead Lord come leaping out of the hallway. Jon's attack had hurt it bad, exactly what Jon was counting on.

Jon quickly entered the other hallway through which he came from and ran down the long corridor. He jumped over the pile of broken spear and brunt shield from his previous battle, he couldn't use any of them now, but maybe the Staff of Cutting could still be helpful.

Jon looked at the staff;

Staff of Cutting (E Class item)

A staff which can perform the magical spell 'Cut'. It send out beams of light affecting whatever it touches. Damage varies on the amount of magic is used. It's mana storage can be recharged using the user's mana.

Current store- 50 MP/50 MP

Damage- 5 per 1 MP used.

Durability- 20

It was seriously damaged, Jon didn't even realise he could break something so badly. It could still hurt people, so that was good. It could now deal a total of 250 MP instead off in the thousand rang. Plus it's durability was reduced to shit.

Jon quickly ran into a large chamber that was nearly three stories tall. This was the first room in which Jon had his first ever undead, beyond this there was nothing much. Jon heard the Undead Lord's uneven footsteps bounce off the hallway walls, he was coming, and coming fast.

Jon knew he couldn't climb up the walls, to far high up, wouldn't' be of any use anyway. There was only one thing left to do, jump him.

Put the staff down and opened his inventory. He reached in and pulled out an ancient sword he got form before. He put the sword next to the staff and took out his bow and quiver. It wouldn't be much, but it would piss the Lord off enough to fall into his trap.

Jon strapped on his quiver and nocked an arrow in place. He ran into the hallway and halfway through he saw the Undead Lord porch in the end of the hall. Jon pulled the arrow and released.

The Undead Lord grabbed the arrow out of mid air surprising Jon, 'so he's faster than I give him credit for.' But it wasn't a problem.

The Undead Lord tossed the arrow to the side and quickened his pace. Jon started walking back as he knocked another arrow and fired.

The Undead Lord caught this one as well, but JOn didn't stop. He fired arrow after arrow. Some were off target hitting the walls around, but most went where Jon intended.

Eventually the Undead Lords' reflex's failed him, Jon's arrows flew true and hit the undead's left exposed shoulder.

Undead Lord's HP: 515/1,000

Jon don't let the small moment of victory stop him as he kept firing arrow after arrow. One was caught, but the next hit the undead's throat.

Ping!

Critical Strike!

5 + 50%= 7.5!

Undead Lord's HP: 507.5/1,000

Jon's next arrow was aimed at it's head, but the undead lord ducked it. He also side stepped the next now. The hallway was narrow, but he was making due of the space he had.

'He's learning,' Jon realised. He fired another arrow, this time at his knees. The Undead Lord didn't see it coming until it was too late. It hit in right in the knee stalling in for a second as he couldn't' move the joint with an arrow sticking out of it.

Undead Lord's HP: 502.5/1,000

As it bent down to pull the arrow out Jon managed to shoot three more arrows, one flying into ti's helmet while two went into it's chest.

Undead Lord's HP: 492.5/1,000

Jon grinned, slowly the Undead Lord pulled out the arrow, "ARGH!". 'He's angry, good.'

Jon fired another arrow which went right into the monster's eye socket through it's helmet's eyeholes.

Ping!

Critical Strike!

5 + 50%= 7.5!

Undead Lord's HP: 485/1,000

Jon turned around and ran into the giant hall. He opened his inventory and threw the bow and quiver into it, he didn't' need the extra weight. Jon grabbed his swords, the castle forged and the ancient one and stuck them into the ground right in front of the hallway entrance.

Step! Step! Step!

Jon knew the uneven steps, he knew it was coming for him. He stood a few feet to the side of the entrance with the staff of cutting in his hands. He waited quietly, the footsteps got louder and louder.

The Undead Lord stepped forward. Jon trusted the staff forward and aimed at it's neck. The Undead Lord turn, but it was too late.

"Cut!" Jon said as he mentally and verbally told the staff to attack. A beam of light exploded out of the cracked crystal cutting through the Undead Lord's neck;

ZOOP!

Ping!

Critical Strike!

250 + 50%= 375!

Undead Lord's HP: 110/1,000

Jon smiled as the Undead's head flew away from it's body. He could do it! He could win. He dashed forward throwing the now mana empty crystal to the side. He grabbed the two swords he placed on the ground and drew them out.

The Undead raised its sword and charged ahead. Jon swung the ancient sword and blocked the Undead's strike. He felt himself being pushed back by the monster's might, but Jon had a plan.

He drew back his right hand and thrust it forward cutting through the monster's chain mail and breastplate using his castle forge steel blade. THe blade sank right into it's heart;

Ping!

Critical Strike!

50+50%= 75!

Undead Lord's HP: 35/1,000

The Undead was stunned, Jon pushed back the monster's blade and tossed it to the side. He pointed the sword downwards and sank the blade one again into it's chest plate. However the ancient blade was too weak, and the black armour to strong. The blade snapped in half.

Jon was stunned, but the Undead Lord didn't let this chance go. He grabbed Jon's blade with one hand and his throat with another. It lifted Jon into the air and then tossed him to the side.

Jon rolled across the ground and hit the wall. He got up as soon as he could and saw in horror as the monster pulled his sword out of him and snapped it in half. It then bent down and picked up it's own black blade before charging at Jon.

Jon ducked the first wing before dodging the second. He rolled under the third, but it clipped his side causing him to bleed;

Jon's HP- 120/200

That attack had cost Jon 70 HP, he couldn't afford another hit. He looked to the side and saw the staff of cutting laying on the ground. He had only one shoot at this.

Jon ran to the staff and grabbed it. He then jumped to the side just in time to avoid the Undead Lord's black blade. He began to pour the rest of his mana into the weapon, all of it. He drained himself fully as he jumped, dodged and ran away.

He lured the Undead Lord in circles before finally he felt he had no more mana to give. Jon couldn't' risk the beam hitting it's armour and not working, he needed to get close.

He ran towards his broken sword and slid down grabbing it. The staff of Cutting in his left, his sword on his right. He quickly got up and stood in front of the Undead once again.

The Undead charged with a swipe coming down, Jon parried with a swing from the right. His broken shard of a sword managed to only deflect as the blade cut through the metal and came down on John's right shoulder;

Jon's HP- 50/200

"ARGH!" Jon roared in pain, he dropped his sword and grabbed the monster's arm. He lifted his left hand up and pointed the staff of cutting into the stump of the Undead's neck. "Cut."

The beam of light went into the flesh and cut right down through the spine;

Ping!

Critical Strike!

16.5 + 50%= 24.75!

Undead Lord's HP: 10.25/1,000

Jon dropped the staff and pulled away. He dropped down to the floor and used his left hand to grab his sword which was now nothing but a metal stake. He swung his sword forward throwing it into the Undead's chest, impaling him hilt deep;

Ping!

Critical Strike!

20 + 50%= 30!

Undead Lord's HP: 0/1,000

The body wobbled. It swayed from side to side. The Undead Lord stood before Jon with it's head cut off, it's spin sliced, two arrows sticking out of it's chest and a sword hilt buried hilt deep into it's chest. It bent forward, before it tumbled backwards falling like a sack of potatoes.

Jon panted, he stared at the ceiling of the great hall and panted. He felt the pain from the wound on his shoulder, the burning pain as the blood wet his robe and leather armour. Fear crawled through him, anger poured through his veins, he was afraid, he almost died. And yet, he had never felt more alive in his entire life.

Jon had never realised how minot all his problems had been. So what if he wasn't respected like a true born? So what is everyone called him a stain on his father's honour? He had his life, he was alive, and that was a gift compared to the rest of the things people have been through.

Ping!

You have leveled up!

Jon Targaryen

HP- 250/250

SP- 200/200

MP- 150/150 [206.5/206.5 due to mana robes.]

The Player

Title- The Bastard of the North

Level- 5 Exp- 850/1,000

Allegiance - House Stark

STR- 8

VIT- 6

DEX- 7

CHA- 2

INT- 11

WIS- 5

LUC- 2

POINTS- 28

MONEY- 29 Gold 10 silver 23 bronze

Jon felt the wound on his shoulder slowly seal up. He felt it close itself as the blood in his body replenish itself. He felt his mana restore itself, that fire in his stomach ignite. His bones became less weary, he felt like a new man.

Jon slowly got up and looked around. Ashe expected the Undead Lord slowly melted away to nothing leaving behind his sword and a black metal chest plate with two slabs of metal connected by four straps of black leather.

In the center of the chest plate was the side portrait of a white wolf with red eyes howling. It resembled Ghost a little bit, something told Jon the little pup would like this very also found a pair of black vambraces next to the armour, possibly to finish the set.

Jon got up and unlatched the strap on his iron helmet. He took it off and sighed, as much as he liked the protection it offered it was very stuffy, he didn't enjoy it one bit. His hair was smelly and stuck to his scalp.

He walked over and picked up the chest plate finding a single golden key underneath it. Possibly the key to opening the locked wall from before. Jon took the key and put it in his inventory, don't want to loose that anytime soon.

Jon then Observed the black chest plate;

Black Iron Chest plate;

Chest plate armor made from black iron, heavy, but high in defense. Offers proper protection for the wearer, can even prevent a direct attack to the chest.

Durability- 200

Protection offered - 150

Jon picked it up, and indeed it was very heavy. But nothing Jon couldn't handle without a little time to get used to it. Jon then turned to the black vambraces;

Black Iron vambraces;

Vambraces made from black iron. Heavy, but high in defence. Can be used in combat to block a sword strike.

Durability- 200

Protection offered- 80

Jon smiled, it wasn't much, but it was much better than what he had on, which was currently nothing but a few straps of leather pulled together by string.

Jon inspected his own clothing, the leather shoulder pad on his right was gone, the Undead Lord's weapon took care of that. Jon untied it's strap and let it go, he would need to replace it, but for now he'll have to deal with just one shoulder pad.

Jon then removed his leather gloves as well replacing them with the black iron ones. It was a snug fit, but Jon didn't mind, he was far to excited to care. Jon then carried the black iron chest plate and strapped it over his robes. It was a snug fight, but it worked.

Jon now stood with a black chest plate over a blue and black set of robes. He had a leather shoulder pad on his left and black vambracers on both hands. His leather belt was just below his chest pieces and tucked in the back was his small axe. Jon smiled, he felt stronger already;

Ping!

You have successfully customized your armour!

Ping!

A skill have leveled up!

Customization, Lv- 2 (40%)

Your skill in taking and object and changing it to suit your needs.

Bonus offered to new object- (INT + WIS)% +5%

Customized Magician's robes with a Black Iron Chest plate and Black Iron vambraces, (B Class item)

Chest plate armor made from black iron over robes made especially for users of magic. It provides a boost for mana users while giving a powerful defence for the chest and forearm.

Robes;

Boost- 56.5 Extra MP

Durability- 5.65

Protection offered - 1.13

Chest piece;

Durability- 242

Protection offered - 181.5

Vambrace;

Durability- 242

Protection offered- 96.8

Jon smiled, everything was looking up for him, finally.

He closed the box and looked down at his broken castle steel forge sword. It was broken, literally snapped in half. The sword saved his life so many times on just the past few hours, it felt wrong seeing it like this. But there was nothing he could do. Jon then looked at the Undead Lord's weapon, it's wolf headed pommel stared at him almost mockingly, it's white blade dyed with his blood.

Jon Observed it;

Sword of the Undying Wolf,

A sword made for killing, it's sharp edges shreds through it's enemy's armour. Fear strikes the heart of all those who see it's white blade coming for their necks.

Durability- 100

Attack- 70

Jon grabbed the blade by the pommel and gave it a few swings. It was light, and fast, every single swipe left behind a flash of white behind it. Jon sheathed the blade in his castle forge steel blades sheath, from now on it was his blade.

Jon turned and picked up the staff of cutting, or maybe the better name would be stick of cutting. Jon opened his inventory and put it inside, he wanted to spend more time investigating the magical staff, if he could some how fix the damage he cause he could possibly use it to it's full potential.

Once done dealing with his rewards Jon walked down the hallway back into the rocky and muddy chamber. He walked across the stream once more walking into the hallway on the other side. Jon walked down the hallway until he reached the wall with the keyhole in it.

Jon looked down and found his shield there, but it was broken in half with a foot print imprinted on the wood. Clearly the Undead Lord didn't like getting a fire ball to his face. Sadly Jon wouldn't be able to use the shield again, unfortunate, but unavoidable.

Jon opened his inventory and took out the golden key. He drew his sword of the undying wolf and readied himself, there was no telling what was on the other side of this wall. It could be more undead, in could even be a whole room of Undead Lords. Jon was excited either way, he liked the feeling was fighting, it made him forget his problems and drove him to become stronger.

Jon slide the key into the hole and twisted. Suddenly the key was pulled in whole as it disappeared into the wall;

Rumble! Rumble!

In Jon's experience that sound was never good. He reached back and pulled out his small axe and held it in his left hand. He watched as the black stone wall in front of him slowly slid downwards revealing;

A swimming pool?

Jon was too stunned to do anything except gap in wonder. The water flowing in the stream outside came out from this room. The room in short looked like a lord's chamber. In the center was a small pool with steam water that flowed down to the stream below.

Jon walked in from the left side of the room, it was in a semi circular shape. Torches lined the walls, burning bright and loudly. In front of Jon was a bed with a chest in front of it and a table to the side. Next to that were dozens of empty shelves, presumably for a small library of books.

There was so much room in this chamber that Jon was surprised there were only a few furnitures. In fact there was enough room for four more beds on the other side of the room.

Jon put away his sword and axe as he walked inside.

Rumble!

Jon turned to see the back wall slowly slide back up sealing him inside. There was also a keyhole present on this side of the wall and when the wall was fully erect the golden key popped out of the keyhole resting like it never left;

Ping!

Quest Completed!

Explore the secret tunnel using the map you found!

Rewards;

Wolf collar

Key to the hidden Winterfell Chamber

+3 points

Flashes of light spread before Jon. He held out his hand caught two object in it. One was a metal chain collar with a grey wolf insignia as a tag. It was a wolf collar, and from what Jon could see one could adjust it's length at will with the chains.

The other object was a key with a wolf head for it's handle. It was grey and shined like it was brand new, Jon figured it was the key to this room. Jon opened his inventory and put both objects inside, don't want to lose those two any time soon.

Jon walked to the steam pool and looked at his reflection. He was covered with gore and blood. He had disemboweled a mummy right over his head. He need to clean himself, now.

Jon spent the next half an hour gathering the water from the pool and splashing it on himself. He made sure to get all the dirt out of his face and hands. Luckily he had been wearing his helmet, so his hair was protected, for the most part. But that didn't stop Jon from giving it a wash anyway.

Jon could see all the grime and dirt in the pool slide down through a large drainage pipe presumably into the stream outside. He was impressed at the rate the water flew, he definitely wanted to try out this bath.

Jon sighed, he also wanted to sleep on the bed, it looked so comforting. A bath and a good night's rest was what Jon wanted, but he couldn't rest, not now. He still had to find a way to leave this place, presumably via a different door way as he had with him now a different key.

But as Jon walked around the room he noticed the chest in front of the bed slightly ajar. He approached it curiously and opened it revealing a black cloak underneath. Jon narrowed his eyes at the clock, it looked like something his uncle Benjen would wear, like a cloak of the Night's Watch;

Charmed cloak (A Class Item),

This cloak was charmed to change the appearance of who ever wears it. It was created by Bael the Bard, the King beyond the Wall, who used this to seduce and impregnate the daughter of Lord Brandon 'the daughterless' Stark.

Appearance taken- Young man with blond locks and blue eyes. Very handsome with clean white teeth and sharp cheekbones.

Durability- 30

Jon remembered the story of Bael the Bard. It was a story where Brandon, a Stark Lord of the past called the King Beyond the walls a coward. Angered the king, Bael, climbed the wall and snuck into winterfell posing as a singer. He seduced the man's daughter and impregnated her with a bastard.

Legend has it that the two hide inside the crypts of Winterfell while the woman had the child. But Jon knew that couldn't be true. The crypts were big, but surely someone would have noticed.

If this was truly Bael's cloak, and Jon was certainly not going to question the Playtrix at this point in time, then that means this was where they stayed. This was where Bael and the woman he kidnapped stayed while they had their child.

Jon whistled, this place was history, a dark dishonorable history, but history nonetheless. The cloak also was very powerful, the ability to change one's face should not be given out freely to anyone. But Jon wasn't anyone. And he deserved something like this. After all he did literally crawl through hell for this thing.

Jon opened his inventory and put the cloak inside. He didn't want to use it now, if he did he will probably force himself to try and figure out it's secrets. A problem for another time.

Jon then began to look around. He had a key to this room, so that meant ether he had to go through the black wall with the golden key in it, and then walk all the way back up. Or there was another way out of here.

Jon looked at the wall, and in the far side of the room he spotted a small silver keyhole. 'Of course,' Jon rolled his eyes, 'the exit is on the other side of the entrance.'

Jon crossed the semi-circular room and walked to the keyhole, he opened his inventory and took out the silver wolf head key. He put it into the silver keyhole and found that he was able to take it back out, unlike the golden one this didn't pull itself out.

Rumble! Rumble!

The rock wall slowly pulled itself up revealing a new chamber with a set of wooden stairs leading up with torches lined up the side. Jon didn't know how these torches were still lite, but he didn't care. He smiled as he walked through allowing the wall to slide back down. Jon saw another silver keyhole on this side of the wall as well. Guess that meant he could visit any time he wanted.

Jon quickly climbed the stairs., the steps were ready, but they were sturdy enough to hold his weight. Jon kept climbing higher and higher until he reached the top platform that lead to another door.

This one also had a silver keyhole. Jon unlocked it and pushed the door forward. It was hard at first, Jon had to really struggle to push it open, and the moment he stuck his head out he understood why.

In front of the secret door was a bunch of tall bushes. They weren't in the doors direct path, but it would be a pain to get around them. Jon looked up and saw that he was next to the broken tower. And he also noticed another thing, the sun was setting.

Jon's eyes opened in panic, 'I missed practise with Rodrik and Robb! He's going to kill me! No forget that! I have to be having dinner with the Starks right now! Lady Stark is going to kill me!'

Jon was about to jump and run out, but he couldn't. He was currently dressed for war, and if anyone saw him like this they would attack first and ask questions later. Jon wasn't concerned about the attacking part, it was the questions he didn't want to face.

Jon closed the door and stepped back. He quickly removed all his amoru changing back to his linne common clothes. He removed everything, the helmet, the vambraces, even the blue magician's robes. He did keep his metal ring on though, it was harmless enough.

Once Jon was dressed properly in his cloth gown and brown cloak he opened the secret door and pushed himself outside.

He ran across the courtyard intent on getting to the Great Keep in time for dinner. But as he ran he noticed the bridge coming from the armory to the Great Keep, where he started his little adventure. Jon suddenly remembered, he had someone waiting for me.

Jon quickly ran up to the bridge, and walked to where he knew the secret entrance to the dungeon was. And just like he expected Ghost was there waiting for him. It's ears twitched hearing him approach. It turned to him and but made no move to approach.

Jon smiled, "come boy."

Command Accepted! Come!

"WOOF!" Ghost barked happily as he broke out of his sitting position and jumped into John's arms. The boy grabbed the wolf and carried him up hugging him tightly. The albino wolf licked Jon's face over and over again showing it's excitement seeing it's master returned.

Jon chuckled, "I'm sorry I left you alone for so long boy," Jon smiled scratching under Ghost's ear, "I promise, next time I'll bring you along" Ghost barked, "but right now I have a different kind of monster to face. One call Catelyn Stark. And I don't' think I'm going to survive this one."

Ghost looked like it was smiling as it snickered at Jon. Jon put him down as the two walked towards the Great Keep side by side. Jon smiled, whatever Lady Stark might do to him, Jon would never regret what he did today. Never…...well, maybe a little bit.

Jon Targaryen

HP- 250/250

SP- 200/200

MP- 150/150 [206.5/206.5 due to mana robes.]

The Player

Title- The Bastard of the North

Level- 5 Exp- 850/1,000

Allegiance - House Stark

STR- 8

VIT- 6

DEX- 7

CHA- 2

INT- 11

WIS- 5

LUC- 2

POINTS- 31

MONEY- 29 Gold 10 silver 23 bronze

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