1 Single Arrow

Drenched in blood Zachariah leaned against a tree trying to hold himself up. Sword gripped tightly in his grasped. His breath slowing down as his prey creeps closer. A boar with deep red eyes and tusks as sharp as razors rutting the ground with its hooves.

The boar decided to rush in a frontal assault. Zachariah rolled to the left, dragging his sword across the side of the boars torso. as he stood up a screen appeared showing his recent kill and leveling stats.

Zachariah started to skin his kill, and start to dry out the meat to make jerky for his travels, so the meat didn't spoil. As he was making a fire to roast some meat from the boar he noticed he has acquired a new skill.

Archery was added to his list of proficiencies. His smile soon faded learning that he gained a skill that no one used. Bows weren't a popular weapon. The strength and skill required to use one; no one cared to master it. It was much easier to practice with swords, spears, and other weapons. They dealt more damage and you didn't have to worry about ammunition.

Zachariah only knew one other person who used one, and he died saving his life. He shook his head and returned to reality. He hated reliving that day. The fire that burned the bodies, the demonic howls, soul piercing screams, and guilt that haunted him.

Thankfully he gained two husks as items for the boar he killed. He packed up and started heading back to closest town to sell them. Boar King tusk were rare and would fetch a good price at the shops.

Zachariah put back on his mask to hide his face. He figured it's better if no one could see his face. The only thing they would know was the crest he wore. For his guild it was a rule to wear it proud, and weather or not he was the only one left he would never leave the guild.

"Any new bounties," the man behind the bar looked shocked to see the crest of a three tailed fox on a mans cloak. " We have a special request from the local guild for the hide of the silver wolf in the Dark Forest," the bar owner said still bewildered at the crest the young man wore.

"The answer is yes," the young man responded as he left the bar. The bar fell so silent you could hear a pin drop. People stared and then started to whisper to one another about a large guild that vanished over night. Their entire town burned to the ground. No one really knew what happened. No one thought there were any survivors.

Zachariah decided to sell one husk and make a single arrow out of the other. "Just one young lad?" The Dwarvin blacksmith looked at the young man and asked. " Yes just a single arrow," he lowered his voice. "Just a reminder of my pledge," the youngs mans held low.