A barren crapshack

Well that's no help.

There's a table, a couple fallen chairs, an empty fire place, two butt-ton's of dust, a trapdoor with an iron lock on it. The trapdoor was interesting, but from the faint dusty light filtering in through the dust frosted windows, it looked sturdier than the main door. The trapdoor seemed strangely cleaner than the rest of the place too.

With next to nothing on the first floor you turned you attention to a rickety staircase leading onto the second floor. The ascent made you painfully aware that with your sheep limbs getting back down might be a challenge, but the rogue would be a challenge too, if you didn't deal with her.

The second floor proved to be better furnished than the first. Up here there was a dresser, a couple end tables, a wooden trunk, a moldy looking bed, a desk, and another chair.

"Alright where the fuck did you go!" You hear a shouting on the first floor.

You still didn't have a plan. The bed was pretty nasty though, maybe you could give her disease damage if you got her close to it? That wasn't likely. Still, unsure of what else to do you let out another of your deep bleats to lure the rogue up the stairs.

"I'll kick your ass." You hear from below, followed by slow, deliberate footsteps clopping towards the stairs.

Aha! The stairs. Maybe you could use those.

Standing off to the side you waited for the rogue to reach the top of the stairs, the second her eye's landed on you they narrowed. You Charged. The rogue didn't seem very fazed as she picked through her bag, but before she could grab what ever she was looking for you slammed right into her stomach. She let out a soft grunt, hardly noticing your weak attack, but you also managed to knock her back slightly. By the time the rogue realized she was tipping over it was too late, she was tumbling down the stairs, every bounce shaving off more HP. By the time she was at the bottom she had already lost a third of her health.

Maybe you could just do this a few more times–nope. She already had a flask in hand as was winding up for a throw. Must have grabbed it right before you knocked her down.

Thinking fast, you leaped into the air, heading straight for her, but you were going to fall a bit short, all you could think was to use charge again, but would it even work in mid-air? Just as soon as the thought entered your mind you felt a sudden rush of speed.

Before the rogue was able to release her yellow flask, you smashed into her face, sending both of you into a heap on the floor. The flask clattering away

You managed to recover first, you soon realized why as she rolled around on the ground like a turtle, clutching her head in one hand and flailing wildly with the other, a group of stars dancing above her head. Your horns must count as blunt weapons, and had a chance to deal Daze.

Taking full advantage of her helpless state, you started headbutting her, slamming your horns down against her from every which way. It wasn't a tremendous amount of damage, but it was still a decent amount considering the number of blows you were getting in.

You had her at half of her original HP when she finally recovered herself, pulling out a knife as she climbed to her feet, shaking off your headbutts as if they were nothing. She was getting her ass handed to her by a sheep and her first thought wasn't to use a health potion, but take out a knife. Though saying it like that, all she'd need was one hit to put and end to it all.

With that in mind you started to come up with another plan. The flask she dropped!

Racing for the yellow flask it you picked it up, in your mouth and jerked your head over your shoulder, letting the bottle fly, hoping you threw right, or at least that the stuff inside had good enough splash damage.

A second later there was a deafening thunderclap and the entire room was lit up in a bright white light.

Some sort of electric attack.

Turning around you spotted the rogues ash pile. You won.

YOU FUCKING WON! You A sheep who just moments earlier didn't even have attack stats, now killed a hero.

You gave a a victory bleat, which was interrupted by a harsh cacophony of noise. Just as you were wondering what it was you realized that the level up fanfare was playing, it must have been stacked several times.

Ram
Level: 2>>5
Melee Attack:1-3>>3-8
Ranged Attack: 1-3>>2-5
Weakness: none
Special Abilities: Hard headed - Horns added to weapon slot, and physical attacks from the front deal 25% less damage.

It wasn't amazing, then again you are a critter.

While you did get a pretty decent jump in HP, with your defense as low as it was it wasn't all that helpful. Still you'd now have some wiggle room with risks. Along with the health you grew to a more impressive size, you were a little over a meter tall, about four feet, and you'd probably have some decent knock back now seeing as how you were about the same weight as the daintier hero race and class combos. And while it wasn't on your abilities list, one of your levels or maybe all of them, was starting to add some heft your dick. You vaguely remembered having one at level 1, but it wasn't much use.

Kind of weird for a level to do that, but maybe it was just balancing it with your size? More importantly you were rocking some pretty big gonads now, something told you that could leave one hell of a mess if you found the right woman.

Huh? The thought caused your loins to stir a bit. You've never really thought about getting laid before. Maybe an actual libido came with your levels too? That was even weirder than a larger dick. Than again you weren't depressed anymore, you just had the first success in your entire life, and boy was it great.

Your attentions were quickly yanked back to the present but what ended up just being the hero's ashes puffing out of existence. The rogue must have respawned. In the wake of the ashes it was somewhat depressingly small pile of items.

She should've dropped more than that. She was over-encumbered for crying out loud. Was the bag's infinite space smaller than you thought? Or did you not count as an enemy faction?

That was fucking it wasn't it!

Because you were fucking critter, you were counted as friendly. She only had to un-encumber herself so she could respawn.

At least you got something....