You attack the rats with full gusto, taking out the majority of them.
But the damned things keep spawning! You make a quick book to the field, but the rats are on your tail (no pun intended)!
: What the hell just happened?
: Heh, woah dude, haven't you ever leveled up before?
: I'm sorry, do what?
: Go up a level! Haven't you ever killed someone before?
: Well no, it's against our tribe's code of honor. But we have killed small animals like rats before, but this has never happened.
: Haven't you ever noticed the big tattoo you were born with? Well, here, look at my arm.
: What? Well, then why did the small one glow blue too?
: You seriously don't leave the forest much, do you? Ok, first lesson: what's chasing us is what's called a rat swarm. A swarm is typically small creatures that get it into themselves to attack on lookers. Now these buggers were neutral alignment, so we must have just spooked em, but had them been evil or even just chaotic good, then we'd have had a problem. Now, we're lucky these aren't moon rats, but that's another story. The little bastards only deal 1d6, but they do tend to carry diseases, we'll have to have a cleric or a potion maker in town check us out. Anyway, just keep running, we should be fine. Second lesson: what you just got is called experience. It's the world's way of giving us an incentive to keep trucking. Kill a dude? Get experience. Kill enough dudes? Get enough experience to go up a level. Go up a level? Be able to kill bigger dudes. It's a vicious cycle, and
I love it. The little man in the back got some XP cause he's technically in our party now, I guess. Cool, I've never been in a party before.
: Well that's all nice as well, but we should probably continue running!
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