Seaborn

Chapter 3: Studying

Chapter 3: Studying

Id laughed at my mum for not understanding something basic about stats in the world, but the truth was there was far more about the world we lived in than anyone could know. If you knew exactly who you wanted to be and how to get there, good for you. You have now beaten out 90% of the world and thats only because you wanted something basic anyway. The most common way to plot your growth was to talk with someone whod done what you wanted and convince them to tell you what theyd gotten, how theyd done it, and what theyd regretted. Id talked with plenty of sailors and had a good idea of what it would take to become someone like Fink hed thrown his lot in with captain Coe and sunk all his XP into either his duties as a first mate or as a harpooner. Now some of his advancements were only eking out a fraction of a percentage each upgrade, but he was committed. I admired that. I didnt want to be him.

If you didnt know anyone who was where you wanted to be or if you couldnt get them to share, there were libraries. At least, here in Antarus there were libraries. It was the best system Id come across in my journeys. Libraries had stored information on level progression, professions, and more. They didnt claim to be comprehensive, but even a basic town library could give a kid a good start.

I paid my two-gold admission fee with all the silvers from my pouch. I had mostly coppers left, so my advance was pretty much gone. Its what Id budgeted for. If I hadnt had the money, I wouldnt have bought the health potion.

What would you like to look over? the clerk asked.

Nautical I responded.

She handed me a sheet of paper with a long list of titles and numbers. It was rigid, hard and smooth to the touch. Some sort of protection spell so they didnt waste paper, I guessed.

Heres a list of common applications and their locations in the library. Please use our sanitation station prior to handling and leave the books on a desk when youre through.

I nodded and scrubbed my hands at the ordinary wash station. Their towels were sure nice. Then I started picking books off shelves.

Id paid the two-gold entrance fee because this was one of the nicer libraries, owned by the monarch. I could get basic how to become a farmer at any 5-copper library. Here they had specialty paths outlined down multiple progressions with various iterations. Yet I ignored most of these. I knew I didnt want to be a harpooner, so I wasnt interested in what super-rare ability a level 50 spearman with a hundred strength could do. When I was satisfied Id picked out the books that would help me, I found a vacant table to stack them on. It was a motley assortment. I had the basic primer on sailor and a seemingly random collection of professions and specialties below that. I was organizing them by priority when a man approached me.

May I help you, sir? he asked in a deep, refined, and cultured voice.

Are you an administrator, sir? I replied with as much respect as I could imbue my voice with.

Indeed I am.

I was lucky. Administrators were a wealth of knowledge but werent obligated to help anyone. The wealthy could pay for their time, but no one joined a state-sponsored library out of a desire for profit. The library was mostly empty now, but I was still fortunate in catching this mans attention.

I advanced levels unexpectedly, and now Im putting careful consideration into my future progression.

Very wise, sir. May I examine your stats?

Please, I said. Without a doubt he had an analyze skill that would see right through my hidden page, but it was polite of him to ask and I immediately opened myself.

He looked over my page with an efficient, practiced eye. You could usually tell when someone was reading stats, but I wouldnt have thought he was if I didnt already know.

My congratulations on your advancement, and on your development of the Lifesaving achievement.

Thank you.

It is clear you want to be on the high seas. I may remark that your perk Heart at Sea is rather unique. It is rare for even those with a great love of the sea to conjure that perk. Do you know much of it?

Uhh no, just that I cant stand staying on land for long.

An understandable reaction. In brief, it helps you develop your seagoing skills at a faster rate and increases your predilection for such skills. You have a knack for the sea itself, correct?

I nodded. That seems about right.

But it is nearly a curse at the same time. As you say, youre not one to join civilization on land. Distancing yourself from the sea is akin to heartache, no?

Thats right.

It is possible to remove perks, of course, but it is usually a very painful personal journey. In your case, it would be like losing your loved ones.

I dont want to remove it!

I understand, I am merely attempting to help you understand yourself.

I calmed my panicked tone and reminded myself how lucky I was this man was talking to me. Yes, thank you.

And that leaves us with your current endeavors? he continued, gesturing to the stacks I had on the desk.

Yeah. I dont know what job will keep me at sea as much as I want to be there, but I have a hard time imagining being a normal deckhand the rest of my life.

I dare say that would be a tragedy in a decade or two you could do the work of a whole crew.

I almost told him that wasnt possible, that no matter my stats I couldnt be in multiple places at once. Then I realized his insight had summed up my problems succinctly. I was an abnormality for a sailor. Captains didnt want someone as unbalanced as me on their crew. As their officer maybe, but if I advanced at my rate it wouldnt be long before some captains would feel too threatened to make me an officer.

May I describe the basics of level progression and professions? I find that it often helps bridge gaps in peoples understanding.

I nodded. I was confident I knew all this, but Id be an idiot to turn down advice from an expert like him.

People gain experience from two main sources the completion of quests and the conquering of opponents. In your basic levels usually 1-10 for humans, the XP is automatically assigned to level growth. This ends at level 10, where you choose the allocation of your XP. He didnt explain how you could unlock a profession at any level and most people in civilization wouldnt reach 10, but since that wasnt my quandary he was giving me an abridged version. You may continue to invest in levels and accrue the benefits that come with that I see that you have yet to allocate a number of your attribute bonuses from leveling.

Oh, yeah, this guy had a reeeeeally high analyze skill. Not just anyone could see things like that. I advanced my attributes rather quickly through hard work. I didnt want to artificially inflate my stats and lose out on the bonus.

Artificial inflation is a risk, but not one you need concern yourself overly with. We say a weak man who invests 10 points into strength has artificially inflated his stats. If he continues to do nothing with his newfound strength, he will begin losing points. But if he exerts himself at all, he will keep the points, even if he doubles or triples his strength. I am obliged to also warn you against developing one attribute too far above the others. The body needs some balance. One man artificially inflated his strength to nearly forty but had a basic level of other attributes. He died. His body could not keep up with what his strength could accomplish.

I understand. I had heard other horror stories. They grew more grotesque in the retelling. I didnt plan to let any of my attributes lag except maybe wisdom. Id let that one grow naturally, as I didnt have much use for mana regen. Having a high wisdom attribute didnt instantly make you wise, anyway. Neither did a high intelligence score make you an instant genius. They improved your capacity by a measurable amount but didnt fill it with anything. People had devoted their lives to proving that the same knowledge could be gained by low-intelligence people as high it just took a lot more work. Wisdom was a bit more esoteric but the same convention applied.

You may also choose to forgo further leveling, instead investing your XP into a profession and advanced skills. This does not grant you attribute bonuses to your body, but the rewards can more than make up for it, particularly if you are not in a profession that requires such attributes.

Im afraid that wouldnt work so well for me. I came within 10 HPs of dying this last voyage. If I hadnt already invested into Constitution, I wouldnt be here.

His eyebrow rose just slightly at the margin Id made with my life, but Im sure hed heard or seen of closer calls. I understand. These are the decisions you must make, and they are the conundrum of anyone with a profession.

I nodded. I hadnt learned anything new from his primer, but Id met a lot of people and asked a lot of questions. I imagined his spiel rocked the world of more than one bumpkin. Do you know of a specialty that would fit my unique perk?

He pursed his lips. There are arcane measures he said slowly.

Like what?

Certain practicing magicians skilled in alteration who might make your body more aquatic. In some lands particularly the southeast of the land ring by the edge of the world such individuals are prized and gainfully employed.

Id seen men like that. Some didnt look any different besides their pruned skin. Others looked like theyd been crossed with a frog. Gainfully employed meant they were hired to dive and scavenge. Among the Broken Isles they fostered clam beds for pearls, and in a number of lake-towns well, they cleaned out the canals. Id also heard of aquatic shapeshifters but had never met anyone who admitted to being one. Ive no desire to mutate myself. My whole philosophy is that Im fine just the way I am.

He seemed relieved. Personally, I applaud your decision. I find such arcane uses distasteful. I imagined distasteful was as close as he got to swearing. Might I recommend Herod on Aquatic Hunts? The life of men looking for rare alchemy ingredients may hold promise for you

He spent hours helping me, hours that could have cost dozens of gold if hed felt like it. Not wanting to seem ungrateful, I listened to everything he said and followed him as he pulled out books that hadnt been on my list. Most had flow-charts of information, with the required stats, accomplishments, scenarios, benefits and XP costs. I learned a lot that I hadnt been able to glean for my years at sea.

Unfortunately, I had reasons not to go with all of them. Some were far too specialized I could develop the skills with my knack but would only use them once in a blue moon. What would I do the rest of my life? Nearly all had the problem of spending too much time ashore. I was already itching, being away from the water. It hadnt even been a day! How would I last weeks or months at harbor? The last category of professions seemed the most likely: command. What if I could get my own ship, sail her as I pleased? It wasnt that I tried that to avoid responsibility, I just hadnt promoted because I wandered too much.

The trouble with that was niggling within my mind even as I dreamed. I knew how often ships spent at harbor, or worse: at dry dock. A ship of my own was half promise of freedom, half chain of servitude.

The administrator seemed to sympathize. He knew I wasnt just being indecisive, my perk had active effects. But what he was doing by showing me all the options at my fingertips was telling me that I wasnt going to get my dream. I needed to pick something and suck it up when it was hard or when I was ashore.

I understood this but wasnt ready to accept it. I was being responsible by even thinking this progressively and coming to a library and all, right? I could indulge in a little childish refusal to accept reality.

When the administrator started repeating himself, I took that as my cue to bow out. I didnt want to offend him badly enough that he dismissed me. Hed already been more generous with his time than anyone had a right to expect. I wrote down a list of the most promising professions and stuffed it in my wallet, thanking him profusely.

I am glad to have been of service, he replied with a miniscule bow and no visible trace of irritation.

The library wasnt quite locking its doors behind me when I left, but it was late. I glanced around the street to be safe then made my way to rejoin the rest of the boys.