Forged Legacy

“Listen, I talked with the rest of the girls, and we’re staying here,” Shana said to Hannah.

“I figured as much.” She sighed. “Don’t get too comfortable, though, because the second that quest timer hits double-zero, you guys will be headed for Veils End.”

“Don’t think we aren’t grateful you guys showed up to save us from Charles…” Shana began.

“Shana! It’s fine, we understand. I’m just trying to light a fire under you so you guys don’t stop leveling up. No matter what Outpost we all end up at in the end, we’re going to need everyone to be as strong as possible.” Hannah encouraged. Follow current novels on novel⸺fire.net

“Thanks.” She smiled sheepishly before walking away.

The group of women from Treetop Village had been hogging the Loom for hours, unwilling to wait a second longer now that they could finally create their first skills. Julian and Hannah took their places at the back of the line and prepared to craft their own before heading to bed. When they finally got to the front of the line, Hannah stepped up first.

She began with her first profession skill, opting to focus on a movement ability for Buttercup with the Level 15 slot. She didn’t know if the slots themselves affected the quality of the Loom’s creation, but she saved the newest one for the shield skill just in case.

Images of Buck carrying her out of harm's way floated into the loom, and the brown, white, and blue spools of thread all spun to life. The sigil it weaved took the shape of a brown leather saddle, with essence bleeding from the leather. When it was complete, it floated off the Loom and seared itself into Hannah’s right thigh. She grit her teeth until the pain of her weave being rewritten subsided, and opened the skill screen.