A visit, Grimoire and A "Trial"

Marvos woke up feeling heavy. He looked around and saw that he was in a cell with thick shackles on his limbs. "I see you're awake" a deep voice said. Marvos immediately looked up and saw the imposing figure of Operandi. " You know for a weak, orphaned slave you did well." Operandi began. "You took down two of my cursed soldiers without any formal training or any kind of training and I kept asking myself 'how did he do it?' I couldn't figure it out s here I am asking you how in the nine levels of Hell did you do it." Operandi asked-no commanded. Skimp looked at Operandi blankly not saying a word. Operandi realizing Skimp didn't intend to talk laughed, Skimp flinched at the grating sound coming from Operandi's throat "Okay, how about this you tell me how you did it and I set you free. That's a good deal right?" Operandi asked expectantly. Marvos slowly opened his mouth an in a course voice said "Go chew on a stick." Operandi looked at Marvos for a while before chuckling "You have a wild mouth, that's good I hope it helps you in your coming endeavors." he sarcastically said as he left "oh and since you killed a slave you are to be executed but since my bleeding heart couldn't allow the death of such a young innocent boy, I decided to give you a chance, you will be fighting as a gladiator tomorrow. If you win you get to live, show me something interesting and I might even reward you and if you lose, well..." Operandi trailed off as he left.

The moment the warlord left the cell, the shackles turned into dust. Skimp stood up scratching his head in frustration. 'how the fuck am I supposed to fight a fucking gladiator' he thought as he looked around his cell. The moment his eyes landed on his bed, mini whirlwind of sand appeared and before long it dissipated leaving behind a very familiar book. "The grimoire" Skimp said as he rushed towards it. He held it in his hands as he took a closer look at it. It was pure black with a white bone like spine and white edges the grimoire was about as thick as his finger which definitely wasn't a lot.

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After he was done examining it, he tried to open it only to find it stuck. "The fuck." he cussed as he struggled to open it but to no avail.

He struggled for hours before giving up. Frustrated, he threw the book away in frustration the book hid the wall and bounced back hitting Skimp in the head its bumpy edges scraping his skin causing his to bleed slightly. He held his head as he took the grimoire from the ground.

To his astonishment, the blood on the edges of the book seemed to seep into the book and a clicking sound was heard before the book opened up on its own. The first page seemed to be made of a hard white bone-like substance. The moment he held the page he felt a sharp prick on his finger he dropped the book and nursed his wound. He looked at the grimoire and saw that it had drew in his blood and absorbed it. He looked closer only to see writings beginning to appear. He took it and read"

GRIMOIRE OF DEATH-FRAGMENT

SORCERY OF NECRO

BRANCH MAGIC

NECROMANCY THE FIRST

The magic of death is divided into different forms, the lord Death has granted you the magic necromancy of the first order. To learn magic one must first learn about oneself and this is what your blood says about you.

STATUS

Name:

Titles:Skimp(the weakest of Operandi's slaves , death's advocate

Age: 11 name days

Talent: Unknown

Statistics (The normal stats for your age are kept in bracket)

Strength: 12(7)

Agility: 10(7)

Dexterity: 6(7)

Intelligence:

Wisdom:

Luck:

Health: Barely Healthy

Magic: Very low

Magical talent: Incredibly high

The grimoire can only generate numerical values for strength, agility, dexterity, intelligence and wisdom. However, intelligence and wisdom cannot be deduced from blood as they are not blood related neither do you posses any bloodline related to it. Hence, they along with luck will be recorded through observation by the all seeing eye.

Luck, health, magic and magical talent can in no way be represented by numerical numbers.

Perks(Advantages given by bloodline, blessing or...)

Death's advocate: due to being Death's chosen, your body and soul a slowly prepared to handle the full brunt of Its sorcery.

You have been gifted with the power of death...….

Skimp frowned as he gazed at the perk, the second paragraph didn't really explain much, not to talk about the last part of the perk explanation. He kept it at the back of his mind as he continued reading.

Unknown: Unknown

Skimp almost screamed in frustration, if he had a problem with the first perk the he sure as hell had a fucking problem with the second perk it showed him absolutely nothing. " You know what, screw it" he said as he resumed.

Traits(Disadvantages gotten through bloodline, blessing or...… )

Death's advocate: A perk can always be a trait, due to being the advocate of death all advocates and worshipers of any of the four horsemen including death will show hostility due to natural hate or jealousy in the case of Death. Be ready to face them.

All creatures and worshipers of life show distrust but not outright hostility towards you.

Unknown: Your actions are being monitored.

"Why don't you just shove a dick up my ass because I'm fucked enough as it is." Skimp said and thought to himself. 'Great now I have fucking voyeurs watching me, just great'

They heard that.

Skimp's eye twitched as he forced himself to continue reading.

Blessings(Gifts given by higher beings)

Mark of death: As death's advocate you must bear his blessing all things related to death show love, respect or fear and CONTEMPT.

Skimp let out a wry smile as he read on 'I'm dead'

????'s Love: A random being has shown affection towards you be grateful lowly mortal.

"I'm starting to wonder what the fuck is wrong with my life can't I just see something that doesn't look so ominous!" Skimp screamed in frustration.

Unknown: He blesses you.

"I take back what I said I meant nothing, I love my life the way it is" Skimp said with absolutely no emotion on his face.

Skimp realized that was everything on the page and opened the next one seeing only one paragraph.

MAGIC

Arms of the forgotten

'I walked across the battleground, I watched as my comrades fell, I watched as we fell our enemies, I watched as death danced all around us as we played a song beautiful to it I sighed as I realized that in life I couldn't do anything for I was nothing but a plaything to the higher ones. I only hope that they may let us rest in death.'-Musings of a dying soldier.

The arms of the forgotten is the most basic spelling the grimoire of bones. With this spell you can summon a skeletal arm from the ground this arm belongs to a dead being you do not conjure it hence, if all the arms have been summoned and not returned this spell becomes useless. These arms are only as strong as your magic makes them. The amount summoned also depends on you magic.

The more souls you claim, the more spells will be revealed to you.

Skimp looked at the grimoire realizing that it hadn't taught him how to use the spell neither had it taught him how to "claim souls".

"Fuck I guess I'm winging it." he said as he threw the grimoire aside to his shock it turned into sand and flew into his chest. "Huh, convenient."

He then turned to a wall held out his hand and yelled "come forth!" to his dismay the only thing he heard was the warden telling him to shut the fuck up.he continued this way for hours with no result before he collapsed.

"I Am Fucked." he said as he lay down in exhaustion. Before he realized it he drifted into sleep.

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Skimp woke up from sleep when he felt a searing pain on his back. He jumped up only to see a fuming fat man with a large whip in his hands. Skimp could immediately connect the relationship between the beautiful whip and equally handsome pain he was feeling. The fat man opened his disgusting mouth and spoke. "I don't know how you slave do it but in here we do everything according to time. Time to wake, time to hunt time, to eat, time to train and time to fucking fight and so far you've slept through most and you're late to fight so get up and fucking MOVE!!" Skimp immediately scrambled up and run out of the cell. "The armory is to the left gear up and get ready" the fat pi..man said. Skimp ran to said destination and was greeted with a large room filled with every kind of weapon or armor . "You're late,…search through see anything you like and take it don't take too long." A tall woman wearing nothing but a loin cloth and breast biding and torso covered with scars told him.

Skimp searched through the entire armory but couldn't find anything that suited him in the end he just took a dagger and wore a pair of leather braces. "That's all" the woman asked surprised. Skimp nodded. The woman shrugged as she pulled a large chain in a show off surprising strength.

The door in front of skimp opened up allowing him to view the arena. On the other side, he saw a another person in full armor holding two swords.

Skimp released a sigh as he stepped forward. The entire arena suddenly came alive booming with shouts from the audience. Skimp closed his eyes for a while they opened filled with conviction as he held is dagger.

To Be Continued...…