Wyrtt stood at the edge of the dimly lit chamber, his breath shallow and steady. The air reeked of sulfur and burnt wood, adding an unsettling atmosphere to the already tense situation. He had been preparing for this moment for months, and now it was finally time to prove himself to the misfit alchemists and occultists who watched from a safe distance.
"Begin," a voice called out, reverberating through the room.
The ground beneath Wyrtt's feet trembled as the elemental creature manifested before him – a towering mass of fire, water, earth, and air, swirling together in a chaotic dance. Its eyes burned with an intense ferocity that seemed to pierce directly into Wyrtt's soul.
"Okay, think, Wyrtt, think," he muttered under his breath, quickly scanning the creature for weaknesses. Wyrtt has never heard of a creature that possessed all 4 elements in harmony before; what a strange and challanging concept.
As the elemental lunged forward, Wyrtt rolled to the side, narrowly avoiding its attack. He knew that he had to remain calm and focused if he wanted to succeed. Reaching into his satchel, he retrieved a small vial filled with a shimmering liquid – an alchemical concoction that when exposed to air rapidly absorbs heat. Wyrtt threw the frost vial and it hit directly. The fire quickly consummed and the elemental was no longer ablaze.
however, some flaming embers dropped to the ground and headed rapidly to wyrtt. Grasping his sword Wyrtt swung at the first of three embers putting it's light out. The other two attacked Wyrtt missing once and burning Wyrtt's ankle. <1 hp fire damage 25/26>
Wyrtt pulled out another flashy bomb "Let's see how you like this!" Wyrtt shouted, hurling the potion at the creature. Upon impact, the potion released a burst of sonic energy, causing the earth elements of the monster to shatter and burst. The Elemental shrieked in pain as pieces of earth and and stone flew past Wyrtt barely missing him.
"Good, that worked," Wyrtt thought, his confidence growing. "Now, for the next step."
He quickly retrieved another vial from his satchel, this one containing a thick, black substance. With precision, he hurled it at the creature's exposed water core. As the embers once more bit at Wyrtts legs missing. Wyrtt swung his sword once more cleaving both with one hit. Wyrtt looked up his gamble paid off the alchemist fire heated up the water and turned it to a vapor causing it to dissipate away.
"Almost there," Wyrtt whispered, feeling his resolve pushed to its limits. He knew that the creature would retaliate soon, and he had to be prepared.
As if sensing his thoughts, the elemental roared in anger, its remaining air element swirling violently around it like a hurricane. It charged toward Wyrtt, who barely had time to react before being swept up in the gale-force winds.
"Stay calm, adapt!" Wyrtt reminded himself, gritting his teeth against the pain as debris battered his body. This was his final chance – he couldn't afford to fail now.
Summoning the last of his strength, Wyrtt retrieved one more potion from his satchel – a small vial of clear liquid that seemed to shimmer with an inner light. As the elemental bore down on him, Wyrtt hurled the potion into the raging storm surrounding the creature.
A brilliant flash of light filled the chamber, followed by a deafening crack. The storm dissipated, leaving the elemental creature lying motionless on the ground, defeated.
Wyrtt's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in ragged gasps. But despite the physical pain and exhaustion, he felt a surge of pride and exhilaration. He had done it – he had successfully defeated the elemental creature and proven his skill and determination to the watching misfit alchemists and occultists.
"Thank you," he whispered, looking at the lifeless creature before him. "You have taught me much." And with that, Wyrtt turned to face the audience, ready to embrace whatever challenges awaited him on his journey as an alchemist.
The dust from the fallen elemental creature settled, casting a hazy glow in the dimly lit chamber. Wyrtt's chest heaved with exhaustion, his ragged breaths echoing throughout the room.
"Bravo, Wyrtt!" Alaric shouted, stepping forward with an approving grin. His mentor's normally stern face was now filled with pride. "That was a true display of your alchemical prowess."
"Thank you, Master Alaric," Wyrtt murmured, his voice hoarse but grateful. His legs trembled, and he fought to stay upright, knowing he had finally earned his mentor's respect.
As if on cue, a thunderous applause erupted from the gathered misfit alchemists and occultists. They cheered and whistled, their faces showing genuine admiration for Wyrtt's hard-fought victory.
"Welcome to our ranks, Wyrtt!" one of them called out, clapping him on the back. The touch sent a jolt of pain through Wyrtt's bruised body, but he managed a smile, too elated to care.
"Your determination has been noted by us all," another chimed in, nodding her approval. "You are truly worthy of our brotherhood."
"Indeed," Alaric said, raising his voice to be heard over the din. "You have proven yourself today, Wyrtt. You are now a valued member of our community."
Wyrtt's heart swelled with pride at those words, finally feeling accepted among these unique individuals who had once seemed so distant and unattainable. He took a moment to process the significance of his accomplishment, his mind racing with thoughts of all the future challenges that awaited him.
"Master Alaric," Wyrtt began, his eyes meeting those of his mentor. "I am ready to continue my journey and delve deeper into the mysteries of alchemy."
"Indeed, you are," Alaric agreed, his eyes gleaming with pride and anticipation. "And we shall guide you every step of the way."
As the applause continued, Wyrtt allowed himself to bask in their admiration for a moment longer. He knew this was just the beginning of his journey, but he couldn't help but feel that he had taken a major leap forward. And with the support of his newfound family, there was no telling what heights he might reach as an alchemist.
The last applause faded, leaving Wyrtt alone with his thoughts. He stood on the edge of the battle arena, watching as the sands shifted beneath his feet. The air was still thick with the remnants of the elemental creature's power, casting an eerie glow over the scene. Wyrtt clenched his fist, feeling the sweat and grime that coated his skin.
"Quite a challenge you faced, wasn't it?" Alaric's voice broke through the silence, his eyes studying Wyrtt carefully.
Wyrtt nodded, his mind replaying the moments of the intense confrontation. "It pushed me to my limits," he admitted.
"Good. That's what we wanted." Alaric clapped him on the back. "Remember this moment, Wyrtt. It's only the beginning."
As his mentor walked away, Wyrtt looked around the arena, taking in the expressions of those who had watched his battle. Their faces held a mix of awe and respect, something he had never experienced before. He felt a surge of pride and exhilaration, knowing he had earned their admiration through his determination and skill.
Wyrtt's gaze landed on the spot where the elemental creature had once stood, now just a scattering of ashes and dust. He recalled the terror and doubt that gripped him when the creature first appeared, its nearly overwhelming force threatening to crush him. Yet, it was his resolve and resourcefulness that ultimately led him to victory.
He thought about the countless hours he'd spent poring over alchemical texts, refining his potions, and practicing his techniques. All that effort culminated in this moment, the proof that he was capable of great things. A newfound excitement bubbled within him, eager for the challenges that awaited him on his path to mastery.
"From here on out, the world is yours to shape," a quiet voice whispered in his ear. Wyrtt turned to face the speaker, a young female alchemist with a knowing smile. "Embrace it, Wyrtt."
"Thank you," he replied, his voice steady and determined. "I will."
With a final glance at the arena, Wyrtt walked away, his steps full of purpose. He could sense the weight of expectation and responsibility that came with his new status, but he welcomed it. For in overcoming the challenges presented by the elemental creature, Wyrtt had discovered a newfound strength and confidence within himself.
And as he stepped into the next chapter of his life, he knew he was ready for whatever trials awaited him on the path to becoming an alchemical master.
[skill add crafting]
[show level 3 general skills]
"none too interesting there" Wyrtt thought. I think I will go with toughness it will give me more hp and just make me all around a lot tougher. With my natural race ability of unbreakable goblin I will be a pretty tough little bugger. [add toughness general skill]
"awesome" Wyrtt said out loud now it's time to get some rest.