Already kicking himself for letting Gabrielle out of sight, Rowan broke into an easy run through trees and bushes. He skirted around a rock formation back into the meadow. The uneasy feeling in his chest turned out to be correct, for a knee-high boar-like creature was closing in on the campsite, its stench not too offending. Long, pointed tusks bobbed up and down as it sniffed left and right. Its hooves were picking up pace—straight toward a napping Gabrielle.


Arctic Boar (level 1)
Health: 100%

Oh, not too bad.

Rowan blew a high-pitch whistle with his fingers, catching the boar’s attention, and spammed loud warning pings for Gabrielle through the party interface. She woke with a startle. Her head jerked left and right. “Bad piggy!” she yelped and jumped to her feet. Moonfyre was in her right grasp, her own bar in her left. Dual-wield metal bars really didn’t look like an effective setup.

Fortunately, the boar broke into a frenzied charge at Rowan and not her. Its eyes were glowing a dark shade of orange-brown. Strong, stocky legs carried it through the tall grass like a snow plow, beefy muscles rippling under thick brown fur. This pig alone could make for a few dozen steaks and many nights of soup. Rowan’s mouth was already watering, his stomach suddenly hungry and rumbling for his next meal.

With the axe held like a golf club, Rowan slammed the flat of the blade against its snout and locked the handle against its curved tusks. The boar squealed, attempting to bite, those blocky teeth inches away from Rowan’s wrist. Foul swine breath triggered Rowan’s gag reflex. Splashes of stomach acid came up as he levered it toward the ground with Gabrielle tackling it from the side. Tonight’s dinner went down without any trouble at all.

“Kill it! Kill it! Kill it!” Gabrielle chanted.

Rowan pinned its head down with a knee to the skull, dislodging the axe with a loosening shake. The recently-sharpened edge glinted under the sun.

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” Gabrielle cackled.

The boar whined as though it knew what was about to happen. Its eyes closed. Its legs stopped kicking.

“It’s grilling time!” Rowan declared.

The axe’s sharp tip made quick work of the boar’s exposed neck. Blood sprayed. The sound of slaughter was such beautiful music to delight.

The experience bar floating beneath those muddy hooves progressed by five percent, strangely enough. Maybe there was a significant penalty for kills above one’s level. Or Maybe the fatty Orc had died after they had been whipped through the portal; Rowan did recall a distance penalty in the very-limited game guides. Either way, five percent was five percent. And it had been shared between him and Gabrielle.

“Yippy!” Gabrielle clapped twice, jumped straight. “Now all ya got to do is skin it, gut it, wash it, and chop it up, Row! Cus I’m certainly not doing any of that.”

His flaming exuberance drained to his feet. “Neither am I.” He thumbed over his shoulder. “There’s an apple tree a hundred yards that way. No strawberries though.”

She blinked. “Are they ripe?”

“Yeah. They’re like the size of grapefruits too. I dropped a few by that boulder.”

“Kay.” She skipped off in that general direction.

Rowan blew a cool lungful, the ache in his side returning. He stepped back from the pooling blood and those fleas jumping on unwashed fur. Ultra-realism to a tee.

Arctic Boar Corpse (level 1)
Parts Missing: 0%
Spoils in 47 hours

Useful summary. And arctic? No wonder it’s so cold!

Rowan whistled and scratched his head. Some part of him had assumed the boar would’ve broken down into its useful parts upon death like in other online games. Of course, that was a far too optimistic assumption, and he had zero clue on how to butcher this thing… though someone on the forums for sure had knowledge to share!

He flicked open the web browser, which defaulted to Sortis Online’s website, his account already logged in.

The chatbox beeped before he could navigate to the forums. Three messages were waiting for him. He had missed two.

Tasha NaMuso (To Rowan LeMort): Hey, Gab isn’t responding. What’s happening?

Tasha NaMuso: Hello??? What is happening???

Tasha NaMuso: You have ten seconds to respond before I assume you two are having another fight.

Oh lord. Gabrielle’s rather protective older sister was snappy as ever. He scrambled out a reply before she did something unhelpful like raising the alarm on the forums. He passed her a party invitation for the heck of it. She accepted in an instant. Her icon was a pair of striped yellow and purple pajama leggings.

Rowan LeMort (Party Chat): Nah, we’re fine. Long story short, we got The Demonborn, escaped from Orcish jail, and now we’re in the arctic. She took a nap. Oh, we just killed a boar too. Do you know how to butcher one?

Tasha NaMuso (Party Chat): Gab! Are you okay?

Gabby LeMort: Whoooooops. Didn’t see ya. I turned off those annoying private message beeps a while back.

Tasha NaMuso: OMG you had me so worried! This game is so realistic. I can’t tell the difference between here and real life.

Gabby LeMort: Dun’ worry. The worst that could happen is some hungry Orcs chopping me up into steaks and leather ^_^ Nearly happened too.

Tasha NaMuso: What?!

Tasha NaMuso: And no, Rowan, I don’t know how to butcher a boar! Lol… Have you checked the forums? I saw a bunch of guides on there.

Good suggestion. He ignored their girly reunion talk and reopened the browser. In the Player Guides sub-forum, the Wilderness Survival section stood out the most. It was far more popular than had had guessed it would be, hundreds of threads already posted. A few five-star guides had floated to the top as well—good guides. He briefly previewed a few on interest. His toes curled as his eyes magnetized to a thread near the bottom of the page.

How to Butcher and Prepare Common Animals Without Magic, posted by DeezeNuts 52 minutes ago. 4 Stars.

Too lucky! Rowan head-butted the thread link.

You don’t. Get lvl 5 character first then get the Farming profession. You’ll get the Butcher skill at level one husb. It’s like ten times faster than doing it manually. There are masters in most towns and every city. Tomes are common too. You can buy them from scribe shops. Don’t run off too far into the wild before you get it.

“Oh, fuck you!” Rowan bellowed, laughing.

“Huh?” Gabrielle blurted, a half-eaten apple in hand. “I didn’t do anything. Did ya want an apple?”

“Not you. Just a troll on the forums.”

“Takes one to know one.” Her eyes rolled.

He smirked, looking at her. “I agree.”

Her tongue poked out for a second. “Anyway, what’s the plan now? I think we should start building a house.”

“Here? We still haven’t scouted the area. There could be monsters nearby.”

“Looks safe enough.” She shrugged.

Unsure, Rowan hummed a long note and instead looked back at the chatbox.

Rowan LeMort: Hey Tasha, are you still planning to join up?

Tasha Namuso: Ofc, why wouldn’t I?

Rowan LeMort: Our characters are Demons… or are going to be soon somehow. We’re basically the super bad guys. Not even the Orcs like us.

Tasha Namuso: *shrugs* We can build up our own little village and be hermits. There’s plenty of space. Have you seen how massive the world is? Do you have a map?

Gabby LeMort: Nope. How big?

Tasha Namuso: Like the same size as Earth. Maybe bigger. The Great Plains you were in are almost big as the Sahara. It looks like you’re way, way north right now. There are a lot of fjords near Trollheim. Do you see any landmarks?

“Oh great. More trolls,” Rowan said, looking around. He wasn’t surprised at the size of the world oddly enough. Synaptic had talked-up that facet on multiple occasions.

Rowan LeMort: Nothing apart from one mountain that’s much taller than the others in the distance. It’s maybe ten miles away.

Gabby LeMort: There’s a narrow pass in the mountains leading to the meadow we’re in.

Ten seconds ticked by before another message slid up.

Tasha Namuso: That might be Mt. Colline or Mt. Sunderburn. You’re quite close to the north pole. It’s summer in the northern hemisphere right now btw.

The seasons only lasted for a month on this planet, a year being four months. Days were the usual twenty-four hours, however. Combined with 3X time compression, a year in Sortis Online was just over four weeks in the real world. All the NPCs grew faster too. Most natural processes were sped-up by varying factors.

Rowan LeMort: Any danger?

Tasha Namuso: The maps don’t say, and you’re not close to any notable settlements. Want me to ask around?

Rowan LeMort: Sure, but be discrete. Anyway, how far off are you from unlocking Mage? We’ll need a Group Portal soon. You are still going Mage, right?

Tasha Namuso: Yes, I am. I need level ten, which a few guys said should take a day to two of grinding. There’s a scorpion infestation in the mines, so likely earlier.

Rowan LeMort: Good. We need a set of Profession tomes, maybe two sets. Swordsman and Priest tomes too. Are you by a slave market?

What kind of medieval fantasy game would this be without slave markets? Who was going to do all the manual labor?

Tasha Namuso: No slaves here, thankfully! :) And tomes are expensive. Why can’t you come here?

Rowan LeMort: The Orc chief could sense our demonic magic. I don’t think we should go to any Human town.

Five seconds ticked by.

Tasha Namuso: Alright, but you owe me.

Rowan LeMort: Fine. Keep an account.

She worked the usual nine-to-five as an accountant for a big architectural firm, older than Rowan and Gabrielle by half a decade. He had thought she might’ve been too old to enjoy these games, but the virtual reality tech had attracted people who had never played a game of all ages, of all walks of life. Young and elderly alike knew of the words Sortis Online. It was a true technological revolution, and Sortis Online was only the first of its kind.

He noticed Gabrielle hadn’t said anything for a dozen messages. He spun on his heels, alarmed, but she was in no danger—working on something in the grass. He asked, “What are you up to?”

“Marking out foundations for our house? You seriously expect a woman to sleep out in the cold?”

He grinned, his inner troll waking. “Where else would a woman sleep?”

Her lips pinched and twisted. She wasn’t pleased. “Shoo. Why dontcha go cut up that pig?”

“I—” He blinked. “Actually, I will. I need its sinew.”


“You’ll see.” It was obvious enough. He opened the browser once more, then entered the most popular thread in the Wilderness Survival section.

How to Make a Longbow and Arrows Without Professions or Skills in the Wild, posted by Windweaver 2 hours and 32 minutes ago. 5 stars.

I’ve already made mine (and I’ve made plenty before IRL), so I know this works. You will need a few pieces of wood a yard to two long (a few inches or more thick), some dry sinew (you can get this from basically any farm animal), tree sap, charcoal (look in other guides if you don’t know how to make this), and basic tools. Feathers and iron tips also help for the arrows but don’t worry if you can’t get these. If you do this right, you’ll get a Crude Longbow of your wood type that should have around a 7 damage rating and Wooden Arrows with 5 damage ratings (My oakwood bow has 10 damage, and my oak arrows have 8), which combined is slightly worse than most Iron Swords.

Step 1. Carve your piece of wood so it looks like this. Try to get it exactly as shown to the dimensions labeled. Use the grid overlay. The symmetry is important.

[Image loading]

The diagram was loading at a slug’s pace, understandably. Synaptic’s servers were under extreme load right now. Complaint threads were flooding the support section regarding login queues. Some poor lad had his queue reset after waiting three hours.

Rowan chuckled and manhandled the boar, carrying to that flat-top boulder. No problem here. The greater Internet had plenty of guides even if this species of boar looked to be unique to this world.

A note from greentleevis

A bit of a boring chapter, but it's needed. Next chapter the base-building mechanics will be introduced. If you've played Dwarf Fortress or Rimworld or similar you'll be familiar with it.

Pls remember to rate and review! 

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