Wanderer left Cast'Ia to finish up settling the townspeople into the large town hall. There was a lot of rebuilding to do, both in terms of property and lives, but that could wait until the embers died away and the people got a good night's sleep. With a heavy sigh the large man who had found nothing but excitement since he first woke up nailed to a tree sat down and leaned against a large maple tree that had escaped the flames of the Kobold Raiders and was just about to close his eyes when he noticed a bouncing little prompt in the corner of his vision.

  With a frustrated groan, Wanderer lifted his hand and made the sweeping gesture to call up his CP and found that between the vultures, the Bear Kin, the Orcs, and then the Kobolds, he'd amassed 20 skill points. The gamer in him couldn't wait, and pretty soon he found himself neck deep in advancing his sheet.

  Wanderer nodded as he looked over the changes. The system was pretty simple: 2 Skills to acquire a new skill at level 0 and 1 skill point for each increase. There were things he didn't understand, like the "Bloodline" mentioned in his [Race]. Was it just fluff, or was there a deeper meaning?

  "It doesn't matter," He said with a yawn as his eyes began to drift shut.