Death After Death

With that progress fresh in his mind, Simon wasted no more time. He wanted the rematch, and he was going to get it on his terms. Not only did he need something he could take his migraine induced frustration on, but felt practically invincible. He had two spells now. That made him a real live magician in his eyes. He could hurt things and heal things now, which made him pretty much unbeatable.

At least it would when he got better at it. He still wasn’t as good at fire magic as a goblin, and that was honestly a little embarrassing, but progress was progress.

“Mirror, show me my stats,” Simon said as soon as he got home and started to armor up. The mirror obliged quickly as always, and showed him what he knew to be basically a fake character sheet within seconds.

‘Name: Simon Jackoby

Level: 6

Deaths: 26

Experience Points: -7820

Skills: Archery [Poor], Armor (light) [Average], Athletics [Poor], Cook [Very Poor], Craft [Very Poor], Deception [Very Poor], Escape [Very Poor], Investigate [Poor], Maces [Below Average], Ride [Very Poor], Search [Poor], Sneak [Poor], Spears [Very Poor], Spell Casting [Very Poor], Steal [Very Poor], Swimming [Very Poor], and Swords [Average].’

“Can you add the spells I know to that?” Simon asked, in between bites of cheese. “You know, for completeness?”