Frostbound

"Fuck! God damnit, stupid son of a bitch!" I couldn't hold it in anymore, this was the most frustrating thing I had ever done.

I thought about reading through the book again but it wouldn't do any good, I had already been through it multiple times by now, and reading it again wouldn't help.

I had been trying to get the profession for two days and it seemed like it was an exercise in futility. The only thing motivating me by this point was trying to beat Vinny. Vinny, or Vincent, was having the same amount of success as me, which was none at all.

Deep breaths Chris, don't let the stupid metal beat you. I tried to calm down and not get so worked up, but it was difficult. I didn't think that it would take this long and it was starting to get on my nerves.

Being so close to evolving my class didn't help matters. I reached level 9 on day 18 and it's been three days since then. We had the wave on the 19th and Austin and I had been hunting more enthusiastically trying to cross the threshold.

Nothing we did worked and it felt like we were still some distance away. Level 10 was a step up from reaching all the others and the amount of experience to reach it was enormous. One thing that I did have going for me was that I was able to get a new skill after hunting yesterday and it was super cool.

Huh, cool. Pun totally intended. I promised myself a magic skill the next time I could afford one and I stuck to it. I thought about getting Mana Bolt or Ice Bolt, but after seeing the effectiveness of Ice Wall, that's what I went with. It was a great skill and had a multitude of uses in battle. I hadn't gotten to use it that much since I had gotten it because I focused more on getting a profession. What good that did me.

I was still too angry to think straight so I decided to take a walk to clear my head and get out of the heat that the room was bathed in. Since we had to do blacksmithing work to get the class, we set up a makeshift hut for Vinny and me to work in.

It wasn't the best set up but it got the job done. The ventilation wasn't very good and it felt suffocating to be in the room for the amount of time I had been in it. The hut had a chimney and it did a decent job of exhausting all of the smoke from the fire, but we were still inhaling some of it.

I was drenched in sweat and had dirt and grime covering my face and arms. As I exited the tent the sharp drop in temperature gave me goosebumps, it felt like it was getting colder as the days passed on.

I ran into Austin not far from the forge and it looked like he was walking toward it.

"Everything ok, I heard shouting and someone slamming things." He said.