Reinhardt shifted the Spear to his left hand, threading it through the grip of the shield. He grabbed a torch from the sconce by the door before he ran out into the night. He didn’t recall seeing a moon in the DungeonDungeon

  He kept a good pace through the Dark Forest. The trees were far enough apart that he could weave between them without breaking stride, and the lack of underbrush and fallen branches and logs meant he could build up momentum. Through the breaks in the trees, he could periodically check the position of the star he had picked, so he was confident he was beelining it directly to the Wolf’s Den. Reinhardt was shocked, and quite annoyed then, after he had made nearly thirty minutes of good, ground-eating pace when a 50kg fur missile slammed into him, staggering him and causing him to run sidelong into a tree. He was mostly unharmed, except he was now unbalanced and facing a

  Reinhardt dropped the torch, throwing it a few paces in front of him. He took up his spear, crawling his hand down the shaft until he found a point where the balance felt good. As the head was so broad, it actually didn’t give him more reach than his Regeneration. He matched the

  But Reinhardt was stronger now, both in Heavy Armour

  The Dungeondi donna la sinestra, deliberately leaving his legs vulnerable. A posta breve, sliding his lead foot left and trailing foot around, orienting himself at the next lunging

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  The last two Essence were absorbed by his SoulSpirit, but even before that, he knew this was not the same “density” as the Spirit, but did nothing to significantly develop his Soul

  He wiped the blade clean on the fur of the DungeonYou’re holding a flaming stick, it’s not like you can hide,” the cynical part of his common sense informed him. He sighed at his own stupidity. The lack of a moon meant he had to carry the torch, the starlight was just not bright enough to navigate, much less fight by. He had heard of Innate, such beings were always in demand.

  He remembered a boy named Hans, two years above Reinhardt, he had received an called Schulef?higkeit he was Hafenseestadt - an investment for them, apparently. His job was to stand in one of the lighthouses and scout the ships coming into port. Like most of those , he gained by looking at things that were further and further away. Thus, he progressed to Essence whenever he focussed on something inside that additional space. So, he spent his day from sun up to sun down, watching ships sail past, trying to read the names, flags, or merchant’s marks, reporting them to a group dedicated to cataloguing such things - apparently a good

  But Reinhardt was walking through the Dark Forest at night without any such advantages. He cast aside the idea of stealth and simply marched straight at the Wolf’s Den. He suspected that nothing would happen until he set foot in the hollow, in which the Irrelevant,” he thought as he rolled his arm up and took aim with the heavy spear. It was cumbersome, throwing a spear in

  It was an acceptable throw. It wasn’t great or exceptional, but he wasn’t a Javelineer

  As he moved to intercept the first