Grum: Barbarian Barista: A litRPG Short Story
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“A compliment? From you?” Gabe said.
“Closest he’s going to get.”
“She’s right. All things considered, you did good, big man.” He threw his finger in the air. “No murdering required.”
“Unfortunately.” Grum grabbed a handful of beans and squeezed. “Have I succeeded my quest?”
“G… Gotta say, man, quest complete. Well, the first part of the main storyline, I guess, if we’re still on the video-game thing.”
With how difficult—or at least different—this new world could be, success at a tutorial mission felt like progress. Perhaps this world was Hard Mode. What would the next quest bring? What gear? What experience? Hopefully, more things to kill. This quest had failed to put enough blood on his face or numbers in his damage log.
Candice took the crushed grounds, and brewed each of them a Rich Hazelbean, adding an extra shot to Gabe’s who loved his a bit on the Asphalt side.
Gabe raised his cup. “To Grum, the Grinder.”
Another title to add to his bulging list? An intimidating one. Let foes use their imagination. Would he be grinding coffee beans or the bones of their children?
“To Grum,” Candice said, raising her cup.
Grum raised his cup, warm even through his gloves.
Grum the Grinder. A new favorite to replace Defiler of Corpses.
“To the spoils of war,” Grum said.
He took a sip.
Grum takes 2 points of burning damage!
HP: 9966/9999
“IT ATTACKED ME!”
“It’ll do that,” Gabe said, placing his own cup on the counter. “Gotta let it cool off.”
“We have to wait?”
“Yup.”
Grum poked his raw tongue into his teeth. “No potion is worth waiting for.”
Candice cradled the cup to her nose. “Trust us,” she said. She closed her eyes and inhaled. “This one is.”
Achievement: Café Conquerer! 100xp
You have taken the important first steps of the path of the Barista.
Quest Complete: Legend of Latte! 120xp
The horde has been placated and retreated into their cubicle netherworld. Until Tomorrow…
Level up!
Grum has reached Level 2 Barista
New Skill Acquired: Latte Art (Basic)
The coffee had tasted as good as it smelled. Better even. It filled Grum with energy he hadn’t felt since downing Potions of Stamina during the Siege of Fasthold. The caffeine surged in his veins, vibrating every nerve, every muscle fiber. His vision was as crisp as a falcon familiar. His hearing thrummed.
Yet Helen had managed to sneak up next to him to grab his empty cup. She was no longer hunched over. Her body was strong and stable. She looked up at him, a brightness in her eyes that defied her age. “He needed you out of the way,” she said.
The caffeine. It wasn’t supposed to muddle his thoughts. Who needed him out of that way? Albatross? Grum shook his head, and rubbed his eyes to make sure he saw her clearly. “What did you say?”
Helen stood hunched, craning her neck to look up at him with tired eyes. “The cup,” she said. “Let me get it out of the way.”
She took the cup with a shaky hand and smiled delicately. “It’s easier if things aren’t in the way.”
Author’s notes
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John Rickett dwells in the armpit of America, where he escapes his suburban-zombie nightmare by moonlighting as a word-sorcerer. His work has been published in digital, print, and audio. His post-apocalyptic fairytale retelling, Three Brittle pigs was selected for The Molotov Cocktail's 2015 prize-winners anthology.
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