World Witout Wizards: Guard

I didn't hesitate and decided to choose the most impressive one. Most of the items were completely foreign to me. I reached for the largest iron sword. The long and narrow blade turned into a square near the crossbar. This weapon was hard to swing but good for hitting, like a hammer. My father used high-quality metal that could withstand even inept handling.

Compatibility with the Weapon

Base

0

Bonus

-1

Dice Roll

1

Requirement

2

Critical Failure!

Damn! The handle seemed to melt in my hand. If I didn't wear gloves, I'd have burned my flesh to the bone. Fortunately, I managed to pull my arm back.

A MESSAGE appeared; I barely had time to read it,

Permanent disadvantage obtained: fear of long swords. Being burned once, you will be suspicious when you handle a blade. While attacking —penalty of -2. To even out the fine, you need to go through training

"What's happening?" mom said, distressed, easily lifting the apparently heavy sword. Small lightning danced in the air. When mom effortlessly hit the trunk, some black marks appeared on the tree.

"It's great, I charmed it myself. Can we try this again?"

"Not today," old John sighed, "You won't fool the System, we'll have to put our treasures aside and choose something simpler."

"Maybe I'll be luckier the next time? Let me try something else." I was disappointed. My father had prepared unusual things for me, he tried his best, and I failed...

"Dammit! We're not gonna do it." The blacksmith pulled the tip of his beard in exasperation. "That's not how magic works. We won't be able to establish contact with a new weapon until tomorrow. If Michael just picked up an advanced item, he might never be able to handle with a weapon of this class. Although, of course, when a man takes his first blade in his hands, it's like his first woman."

Father stopped in mid-sentence, restraining himself. "But knowing how you handled a woman, you're out of luck with both."

"The first one doesn't mean the best!" Naomi noticed as she sheathed the long sword and placed it under the counter. "The same goes for men and swords. Let's give him something simple."

"What?" father scratched his head thoughtfully. "I have no idea."

"We have alternatives. Just a meat grinder and a firefly."

"What if he can't handle them either?"

"Then let's change tactics and have Miсhael run through the forest to gain some strength."

"Your blood flows in his veins, so he'll grow stronger in any case, sooner or later," father waved his hand. He looked tired and wanted me to choose myself. "I don't know what to do. Your mother and I thought you were too young to be trained to fight, so we didn't instruct you properly."

The Check of Intelligence

Base

0

Bonus

0

Dice Roll

0

Requirement

1

It's amazing!

"Don't worry, father," I rubbed the back of my head thoughtfully, "We've forged so many weapons and armor together that I must have picked up something. Frankly, while no one was looking I practiced on my own and learned to use a sword. The most important thing is that I feel comfortable using weapons, so I could hit the target and break through armor. Am I right?"

"No one will stand and wait for you to find the best solution in battle." The dwarf shook his head. "Skill is as important as speed. But I like the way you think. What do you suggest?"

"I suggest using a familiar old weapon rather than a new one. What about a hammer, for example? It is heavy and I have experience in using it. I've worked with it so many times, I can hit any target."

"Really?" The blacksmith smiled, "Are you kidding? All your targets were on the anvil. Though, you're right. A familiar weapon is an advantage. What do your MESSAGES say?"

"Familiar weapons +1" I read the inscription, picking up a sledgehammer. "The knife for cutting leather has the same inscription."

"Well, you're not as stupid as you look," old John patted me on the shoulder.

"It's a way out," mom sighed. "Give him a scabbard, at least a belt with a hook."

"I've got only this leather belt; it is not the best, but it's suitable for this weapon. I'll get you something better later. Put this on." My father gave me something that looked like a belt.

It seemed to be made from iron. I was afraid I'd break my leg or arm while I was putting it on. But when I attached the scabbard on one side and the sledgehammer on the other, I felt better. My shoulders were slightly tensed, but it was comfortable. The weight was distributed evenly over my whole body. I jumped. Great! But I was confused by the different ropes.

"Father, what the hell are these ropes for? They just hang there!"

"You're a hick," mom turned me around, "Look!" She deftly tied a leather flask to one of the ropes and tied a bow.

"Try to pull it down."

I couldn't. No matter how hard I tugged, the leather flask remained in its place.

"Let me show you." Taking my hand, she put her thumb behind and pressed the rope with her forefinger. Surprisingly, the flask was released.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Drink!"

Luck Check

Base

1

Bonus

0

Dice Roll

1

Requirement

3

Failure

The effectiveness of the large recovery potion has been reduced by half

The penalty of Strength and Dexterity is reduced to -1.

Duration 2 days

"Are you feeling better?" mother asked anxiously.

"Yes, the MESSAGES say that the fines are reduced by half.

"They are reduced?" the elf was surprised. "This is great! I would charge ten silver coins if I treat other people!"

"You're not lucky, Michael," the blacksmith shook his head sadly.

"Stop grumbling," my mother smiled. "We should go."

"Wait a minute. Help me move the anvil, son."

"I'll take care of that," mom pushed me aside, "Sonny, get some rest. I guess he shouldn't do rough work now, the System could fine him."

"It's true. I didn't think of that. Help me, wife."

I was offended. I'm m.a.t.u.r.e! I'm a little ill right now. Does that mean I can't do anything until I'm old? Anyway, I can't disobey my parents. But I wanted to tell them that I was capable of something important.

Initiative Check

Base

0

Bonus

0

Dice Roll

2

Requirement

3

Failure

I felt depressed. Fortunately, my parents managed without my help. They put the weapons and armor in a special niche under the anvil, closed the hole with wide boards and put the anvil back in place.

"Great! We did a good job! Come on!" my mother exclaimed.