Adventurers?

The huts are made of deer hide and other types of scavenged skins and other scraps of old meat. What a poor place to live the skulls on the sticks are a nice touch to.The skulls appear to be human but some of the skulls are smaller and larger and some even have bigger eye sockets and teeth, what kind of things live in this world?

I hold my spear close as I maneuver around the brush on the outside of the village.

There are about 3 huts and a big fire pit going in the middle.Besides the occasional rustling in the tents there are no visible forms or enemies to speak of. I guess you could say their activity is dead.If I had an educated guess it's probably goblins living here but who knows I'm just a stupid little idiot.I continue watching the movements of the unknown for a few hours. The sun rises but there is still no activity.The tents remained dead still for a long time.

They must be asleep.

After I get ready to execute the sleeping monsters a loud rustling comes from the opposite side of the village.I easily recognize the loud clunking of plate armor and chainmail, and guess who was right?ME.after about 5 minutes of movement a young human with a shiny shortsword emerges.He has blond hair and generic leather padded plate mail as well as some light chainmail.He has a serious look on his face as he observes the tents as attentively as I did.After he is done observing he moves in slowly.He opens a tent up and enters.

What follows is a muffled scream and the squelching of arteries being pierced.The cries sound like goblins so I guess I was right.

The clinking of a coin purse entering his pockets sounds as he exits the tent and repeats the same process on the rest of the tents.

After the subjugation he is covered in guts and blood but snickering like a bandit from his profits.But not for long as he is walking away I sneak up behind him.

<stealth lvl1 learned>

Well ok but I'm too busy too care about that right now.As I crouch up to the person I angle my spear right in the crack in his helmet and his neck.I thrust the spear forward and the man screams out in agony but I drive it in further and further until it shoots out of his mouth.He falls over and holds his jaw as blood shoots out.He bleeds profusely and gasps wildly.He looks up at me and pukes up a huge spat of mucus and blood before closing his eyes and leaving this world forever.Anyway time to loot!

<level up>

<level up>

<level 4 shortsword +20 physical damage>

<30 gold>

Name:Celt

species:Kobold (Werewolve bloodline)

Level:5

stats:Agility:5 Strength:5 Intelligience:5

<1 point in every stat per level>

Inventory:Level 2. flaming bat spear.

Deer fur, level 4 shortsword.

skills:[stealth lvl1]

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wow 2 level ups I wonder what level that dude was if I had to guess I would say 4 from the sword he gave.Speaking of, this sword is a million times better than the pointy stick I've been using.

I pick up the sword and inspect it.It looks like a classic viking shortsword with the small pommel and small guard and a wide blade.

I swing it a few times and strap it to my side using the sheath of the adventures corpse.

I look at his corpse and the massive stick protruding through his head.Ill just leave that there because it's useless now and it looks hilarious.

I would take the armor but I'm half this dudes size and there is no way it would fit so I'll atleast leave him that.No point of checking the tents as he already pillaged that.Welp time to keep exploring haha.The long grass brushes against my legs while I wander around.Small rabbits rush through the fields and many lush plants and vegetation surround me it is all very full of life and green.What I expected from a dungeon was a cave with spooks but this is definitely different Its like I'm in a jungle but the trees are short like palms crossed with pines the flora and fauna are very beautiful and If a normal person were to take a guess they would say it's some African or tropical country but it's actually a breeding ground for horrible monsters of all sorts. Night begins dawning onto the floor and the serpent of dark begins wrapping itself around the light eating it up and swallowing the sun.The shadows of a cold and depressing night clash into the wall.

Time to find a cave or hole to stay in.

I dont want to imagine the horrors of the night in this place.I search around wildly before the night descends upon the dungeon and after a bit of inspecting the surroundings for a place to stay, I find a small cave opening.

The cave is about 1000 square feet or the size of a small house.

Stalagtites and other rocks are formed onto the wall and water drips slowly.

The cave walls are some type of unrefined marble.

I settle down and take out the extra fur from what I will now call a snow deer and lay down on it silently looking at the ceiling of the cave drip slowly.The water trickles and flows before quickly running out of the cave to the luscious green grass of the dark outside. Where is all that water coming from, I guess it doesnt matter but it's annoying as hell.I fall asleep and snore loudly as I dream of nothing but sweet pineapples and koolaid. Oh ginnungagap sweet embrace where death is bliss I want some koolaid pretty plea-

*Reeeeeeeeee*

I shoot up as a massive siren like scream sounds off it clashes against the walls of the cave reverberating.

It is the cry of something only this world could come up with its has a wang and a huge rearing and blood curdling pitch. What the hell is making this noise its gonna kill me!

The caves ceiling begins slamming rubble down upon me as I evade it.

What the hell why is this happening!

The caves unrelenting force makes me quickly retreat out of the cave where it is now day outside and the light of the trees and grass are gleaming but also trembling from the noise.

[ALERT! FLOOR 3 HAS INVADED FLOOR 1]

oh, shit.