He dodged a few of them...
AGL+1
But there were just too many, so he had to resort to battering as best he could.
Your Brawling skill is now level 2!
CON +1
Your Brawling skill is now level 3!
STR +1
Your Brawling skill is now level 4!
STR +1
Your Toughness Skill is now Level 3
Max HP +2
Then, with a lucky strike, he managed to catch a leaping rat full in the mouth with a wild haymaker, sending it up a full four feet, before it fell down to hit the floor.
CRUNCH!
Critical Hit!
LUCK +1
Your Brawling skill is now level 5!
You are now a level 3 Toy Golem!
All Attributes +2!
And suddenly, he felt good. He felt stronger. Still banged up, true, but... now, somehow, he felt more confident about his chances. He had no idea why these things were trying to kill him, but he figured he’d be walking out of here one way or another. He bonked a few more rats, smacking them until they retreated, and glanced back to Pulsivar.
The cat was not having a good day. Unlike the golem, his feline hide was a lot thinner and softer. And while the rats had to work harder to hit him, there were a lot of the little bastards. Also, it didn’t help that unlike most of the nests of vermin he had dealt with before, these little bastards weren’t going down or fleeing when he thumped them or batted them away. So he switched to more lethal tactics.
At the cost of taking more hits to his unprotected flanks, Pulsivar popped his claws and slashed wildly, getting stuck in and tearing screaming rats into meaty gobbets. He tore two to bits, losing a tip of his tail in the process, stood on his haunches and raked three more with long swipes as two more bit into his back, then rolled, scooping up a large rat with his claws and jaws as he eviscerated it with his hind feet.
The golem would have blinked, if his eyes worked that way. He watched, fascinated, as Pulsivar turned into a screaming, hissing whirlwind of blood and claws and teeth—
—and something within him realized that at least part of that sort of fighting was within his reach.
Movement to his side, a rat coming in with a furious charge—
PER +1
—And Threadbare turned and SWIPED it out of the air.
Claw Swipes Activated!
Your Claw Swipes skill is now level 2
The rat disintegrated. Bloody bits rained down on the somewhat-thinned crowd, and for a second, the lot of them hesitated.
Threadbare, oblivious to the momentary reprieve, studied his paw. Black, hardened claws about an inch long stuck out of it, dripping red, red blood in the dim light of the crystal.
And Pulsivar, seeing the opportunity, used his ace in the hole.
Rats weren’t the only ones who could rank up. And long ago, two years at least, Pulsivar the cat had slain enough rabbits and rats and birds to unlock the next part of his evolutionary chain.
Pulsivar was a Tomcat, and he unleashed the full force of his mightiest skill upon the ears of all present, as a screeching, hissing, buzzsaw of a howl echoed through the tight basement and shook the mason jars on the shelves!
This was Caterwaul: The sanity destroyer!
Instantly, the area effect skill ripped through the rats like a hot knife through butter, as scores of blue ‘17’s filled the air of the basement.
Threadbare felt the pain too, as a blue ‘3’ floated past his vision... but it wasn’t that bad, just mildly disconcerting.
You have successfully resisted Caterwaul! Sanity damage halved!
WILL +1
The rats fell to the ground, stunned cat-atonic, their sanity gone.
And in the silence, Threadbare turned to look at Pulsivar. And the cat sat on its haunches, panting, looking back.
Threadbare looked at his claws, then at the cat.
The cat crouched low, and prepared to resolve the unfinished business it had with this infernal thing.
Then, from behind the row of pickle jars, came the strangest sound that either of the two enemies had ever heard.
A royal fanfare, trumpets and all, followed by officious-sounding squeaking. Though without words, it somehow had the weight of dignity behind it. It spoke of valor and duty, to rat, king, and pantry...
...but most importantly of all, it added a sanity buff to its fallen subjects.
And around them, the fallen rats rose, one by one. The ones slashed to death were unmoving still, but the effects of Pulsivar’s caterwaul were thoroughly undone.
The two enemies looked to their renewed foes. They looked back to each other.
Threadbare knew he couldn’t survive this alone. And while the cat wasn’t exactly a friend, the rats sure as hell were enemies to them both.
INT +1
So he gave the cat a small nod, and turned his back on Pulsivar, taking the biggest risk of his short life, and hoping that the cat understood the message.
Fortunately for both of them Pulsivar had spent long hours grinding his perception.
Threadbare relaxed slightly, as he felt a furry flank slide against his back.
CHA +1
The message had been understood. They might just walk out of here after all.
The rats, down to two-thirds of their starting number, charged in; the real battle began.
At first it was slogwork, with the cat and the golem ripping them up and taking bites in return. More words flashed by, as the seconds turned into a minute;
CON +1
Your Brawling skill is now level 6!
STR +1
Critical Hit!
LUCK +1
Your Claw Swipes skill is now level 3!
Your Claw Swipes skill is now level 4!
Your Brawling skill is now level 7!
Your Claw Swipes skill is now level 5!
Your Claw Swipes skill is maxxed, raise your Bear job!
But as time went on, the bear began to feel an alien sensation.
It was getting tired.
Unbeknownst to the teddy bear, the Claw Swipes skill ate up a little of its stamina with every hit. And while it was brutally effective, it wasn’t designed for prolonged fights. Bears were more of an “overwhelming force” fighter, as melee combatants went. Trying to fight like Pulsivar wasn’t doing him any favors, especially since he didn’t have a mouth to bite with.
Pulsivar, fortunately, was coming to the same conclusion. While they were covering each other’s flanks, he was getting tired too. His own Catscratch, and Rake skills were getting the job done, but his endurance was running very low. Too many hours grinding Nap, not enough grinding Hunt. He contemplated another Caterwaul, but dismissed the notion. He was already low enough on Moxie, another shot of that would surely knock him out.
Then the teddy bear had an epiphany;
Pulsivar was better at killing, but judging by the rips in him versus the less-severe wounds in the teddy bear, Threadbare could absorb damage more easily.
He thought he could maybe use this to their advantage.
INT +1
Threadbare gave Pulsivar a shove, then waded out into the regrouping remnants. Pulling his claws back in without knowing quite how, he went back to thumping at the rats, deliberately letting himself get surrounded, and taking the bites. His already abused hide was rent further, stitches giving way, and desperately he fought, hoping beyond hope that the cat got the message.
Fortunately for him, the cat did.
LUCK +1
The rats were thin on the ground now, depleted enough that they weren’t filling the bloody, corpse-strewn ground. They had to peel off into two separate rings, one around the golem and one around the cat. And when the cat got surrounded he simply leaped out of it, smacking with both paws on one of the ones snapping at Threadbare.
CRUNCH!
Before they could realize that death was among them, the cat mowed down the distracted rats like a scythe t
hrough grain. Then Threadbare ran past him, intercepting the next string of rats, and making them ring up around him again. And Pulsivar was free to rip and tear without fear of reprisal. He had much more stamina left than the teddy bear, even if his endurance was abysmal. And so, when the last rat fled squeaking, the cat settled back on his haunches once more, glaring with cruel eyes. Threadbare, for his part, sat on the ground and tried to push the few puffs of escaping stuffing back into the holes in his chest.
You are now a level 4 Toy Golem!
All Attributes +2!
The cat looked at the bear once more. The bear looked back. Then the cat started to groom itself.
Threadbare couldn’t tell exactly, but he thought maybe that meant that Pulsivar might stop trying to kill it now?
PER +1
CRASH!
Both cat and bear jumped upright, as a row of pickle jars broke.
And something crawled out from the darkness.
At first it looked like another group of rats... bigger, filthier, and even more angry. But they were moving strangely, jerking and stopping, straining against the floor, practically clawing their way along.
Then they got into the light, and Threadbare saw why.
Their tails were twisted together into a pulsating knot, and sitting on top of this knot was a rat twice the size of the others, In its clenched paws was a scepter, a little golden shiny stick with a stylized rat’s head on it. And as Threadbare watched, it sat upright on its knot, pointed the scepter at Threadbare, and let out a screeching warcry.
Threadbare turned to look at Pulsivar...
... who promptly leaped up on the nearest shelf, eyes wide and full of nope.
Threadbare stared after him, hope fading. Then there was no time for despair, as the rat king was upon him.
These rats were stronger than the last, well-fed and sleek, with muscles about double that of the subjects Threadbare had tanked without much difficulty. Three bites in, he knew he was in trouble, as red ‘5’s floated up into the air.
CON +1
Your Toughness Skill is now Level 4!
Maximum HP +2
Claw swipes took down one of the big rats, but there were nine in total, and they dragged along their fallen comrade, only slightly slower for the effort.
STR +1
Your Brawling skill is now level 8!
Your Claw Swipes skill is maxxed, raise your Bear job!
Shuddering, with a large gash in his left side, and one arm limp and only hanging on by (literally) a thread, Threadbare stumbled back, out of the light. Sensing weakness, the rat king pushed forward.
Up on the shelf, Pulsivar moved forward to get a better look, nudged a jar of strawberry jam, and thoroughly failed his agility check.
The jam careened downward, narrowly missing the rat king. It squeaked and ducked, chittering, and directing its bearers to the side away from Pulsivar’s shelf.
Threadbare watched all this with button eyes.
And he remembered the workshop, and the table, and what it had done to him. And he came up with a plan.
INT +1
The rat king resumed pursuing him, murder in its gleaming red eyes. This blood-stained bear, this filth-smeared slayer, it would pay for what it had done! With a wave of its scepter, the rat king gave in to its instincts and leaned forward, puking green smoke from all nine of its remaining mouths!
The skill was called “Plague Breath”
And it affected the little golem not at all.
Your Golem Body skill is now level 4!
Threadbare leaped out of the cloud, leaped past the king onto the nearest shelves—
AGL +1
—Moved himself between the shelf and the wall, grabbed one of the wooden rods supporting the shelves at its back, planted his feet against the wall, and pulled.
His arm gave way and fell off, and he doubled down with his last arm, curling it in tight, and pulling, feeling his stitches along his side give, feeling his stuffing slip and fall out of him, straining with every inch of his augmented body regardless of the damage done to himself—
STR +1
CON +1
Your Toughness Skill is Level 5!
Max HP +2!
And he toppled the shelf, and all the jars and cans on it, onto the rat king.
The shelf went to pieces, dowel rods flying. Threadbare hit the dirt floor and rolled, streaking his bloody form with mud, his loose arm landing next to him.
He lay there still for a minute, while the rat king screamed. The shelf rustled, stirred, as Threadbare looked at it... then fell still.
Threadbare stood, limping, wrapping his right arm around to his left side to hold himself together, and stumbled over to peer into the shelving.
The biggest rat, the king itself, was straining, trying to get free of the wreckage. Around it, the corpses of its nine dead bearers lay broken and dying among the shattered glass, fallen wood, and heavy cans.
The rat king hissed. It was cornered now, and all its stats gained a nice buff for it. When that little bear came near, the rat king would shred him to death.
Fortunately, the bear saw that, too. Though he didn’t know about the buff, he was pretty sure the critter was still highly dangerous to approach.
WIS +1
Threadbare went and picked up a dowel rod. Much easier this time, he noticed. Which was good, because he was down to one hand.
Then he limped back to the rat king and slowly beat it to death, staying well out of its reach the whole time.
INT +1
You have unlocked the generic skill: Clubs and Maces!
Your Clubs and Maces Skill is Level 1!
Your Clubs and Maces Skill is Level 2!
Your Clubs and Maces Skill is Level 3!
Your Clubs and Maces Skill is Level 4!
Critical Hit!
LUCK +1
Somewhere around Clubs and Maces Level 6, the thing finally succumbed to its injuries.
You are now a level 5 Toy Golem!
All Attributes +2!
You unlocked the Innocent Embrace Skill!
Your Innocent Embrace Skill is Level 1!
You are now a level 2 Bear!
CON +3
STR+3
WIS +3
Armor +2
Endurance +2
Mental Fortitude +2
He felt good for all of three seconds. Then, to his horror, a new set of those squiggles showed up in his vision and did not leave!
Congratulations! By committing regicide you have unlocked the Ruler job!
Would you like to become a Ruler at this time? Y/N?
Threadbare was entirely irate at the new sight-blocking squiggles. This was just too much...
...but fortunately, he knew how to make those squiggles go away, now didn’t he?
He concentrated on the feeling he’d had at Celia’s tea party, concentrated on the feeling that was “Yes!”
You are now a Level 1 Ruler!
CHA +5
WIS +5
LUCK +5
You have Unlocked the Emboldening Speech Skill!
You gain Emboldening Speech at level 1
You have Unlocked the Identify Subject Skill!
Your gain Identify Subject at level 1
You have unlocked the Noblesse Oblige Skill!
You gain Noblesse Oblige at level 1
You have unlocked the Royal Audience Skill!
You gain Royal Audience at level 1
You have unlocked the Simple Decree Skill!
You gain Simple Decree at level 1
None of this meant anything to the bear. But he did feel different. He couldn’t say how, so he shrugged with his remaining arm, and turned with a weariness that his body language hadn’t had the complexity to show before.
Then a gleam caught his eye.
The golden scepter lay next to the fallen rat king. Threadbare marched over and scooped it up, examining it curiously... and the stylized rat’s head on the end of it tu
rned into a teddy bear’s face.
His thoughts swam again, and jumbled into order. Well beyond animal intelligence at this point, he was now somewhere around the level of a sharp toddler or a very simple adult.
Twenty-five pounds of cat leaped down onto the dirt floor next to him, and Threadbare turned to study Pulsivar.
Pulsivar, for his part, leaned in and sniffed the bear.
He didn’t smell rage, or fear, or hostility. He smelled rat blood and rat dung, sure, that was everywhere...
...but under it all, he smelled soap. The soap that Celia used to launder every piece of clothing and sheet in the place. It was a scent that to Pulsivar meant home, and family. He’d known it all his life, and associated it with shelter, food, and love.
Pulsivar looked at the bear, and wrinkled his nose. Why hadn’t anyone told him the little golem was part of his family? His hoomins would get a stern lesson later. Perhaps a hairball in a shoe, or maybe he’d spray the big one’s pillow. This whole thing could have been avoided.
He was still miffed at the little guy, but he had earned Pulsivar’s respect during the fight. Besides, what he was dealing with here was obviously some sort of malformed kitten, thoroughly clueless and dumb. But cute.
Threadbare watched words go by.
Your Adorable Skill is now level 5!
“Marp,” Pulsivar told Threadbare, less an apology and more of an explanation. Best to let bygones be bygones.
Just to show that there were no hard feelings, he leaned in and started grooming Threadbare. Normally this would heal anyone he groomed, but sadly, the little golem was incompatible with standard healing effects.
But the little bear had no idea what the cat was doing. It had seen Pulsivar doing that before, to himself, so to his newly-socially-boosted instincts, it seemed to him that the cat was telling him that he was no longer an enemy. That he accepted Threadbare.
So, the bear leaned forward and gave him a hug as a “thank you”. And as he did so, a golden glow enveloped his arms and sunk into the cat.
You have healed Pulsivar 10 points!
Your Innocent Embrace skill is now level 2!
Wow, he felt light-headed. It had cost him five sanity to do that.
Pulsivar stopped, surprised. Then he gave Threadbare a few more licks, and pulled away. None of that touchy-feely stuff, thank you very much.
The bear stared at him for a bit, then started looking around for a way out. Celia was around here somewhere, she’d know what to do. Maybe she could clean up this mess.
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