You needed LVLs, after all.

Your decision made, you began to trek down the mountain. The slow, monotonous action allowed you to think a bit. You were a hybrid of races that shouldn't be possible, and had a class that you had never even heard of. You had a Skill called Massacre that was almost max level, and two items that were always yours and that grew along with you. th

Wait. You never figured out your gender. You stopped on a small ledge and pulled open your cloak. Nothing. Your skin was smooth. So was your chest. That made no sense. Until, that is, you remembered your slime lineage. When being reborn, hybrid NPCs had their traits completely randomized everytime. For example, a human/elf hybrid could have pointy ears and no magic one life and round ears with a huge pool of magic the next. You must've gotten the body of a dullahan, but the gender of a slime(none). With your Amorphous Feat, you could easily fix that. That was a thought for later, however.

You needed to hunt. You finished descending the mountain just as the rays of dawn began to touch the sky. You quickly ran into the neighboring forest and began to walk along the pathway, a little to the side so as to avoid being noticed. Monstrous Appearance could very well do you in this time around. You slunk along the path until you heard voices. A party quickly approached and you used Observe on them.

Amanda Mhr'Gornth
LVL 2 Tauran Berserker

Lord Johnson Maylor
LVL 1 Human Mage

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LVL 4 Elven Ranger

You snorted at the last one. Hero names were wierd. You kept watching them. They seemed to be arguing.

"What do you mean, you dont have them?" asked the girl.

"I mean that I don't have the healing items!" Said the Ranger.

"Guys, let's calm down a bit, 'kay?" said the thief.

They continued bickering for a while as you considered your options. You could ambush the Ranger first, as he was the highest level. However, you thought, the Berserker would likely be the most dangerous despite her level. As they continued arguing, you continued planning, until a bunch of small green creatures jumped out of the brush and rushed at the party.

Goblins
A small and vicious race of green humanoids. They have moderate intelligence, moderate strength, and infinite lust. They are considered a trash farming mob or a living sex toy due to their weakness and overly pronounced genitals.