Bounty hunting, the job that never sleeps, not even when the whole world is falling apart, which some might say isn’t exactly a great idea, and can lead to some shall we say interesting encounters.
Credits are credits though, particularly when they’re coming from the system, and directly from the pockets of the religious factions.
Say what you want about the godly, but they certainly don’t have a problem with putting their money where their mouth is, and ‘somehow’ have more wealth than entire empires, but…
“That’s a dragon.”
“Yup.”
“WHAT’S IT DOING AT THIS ELEVATION!!!”
“Hey, keep it down! Do you want to die?”
They whisper “But it’s a dragon.”
“Yeah, and probably worth at least fifty million credits.” Someone says in a wistful tone.
“Oh yeah, why don’t you go out there, and collect it then big guy.”
“I swear to the god’s! I will feed the lot of you to the dragon if you don’t be quite! No one say another word until it’s gone!”
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“Is it just me or is the dragon getting closer?”
“It’s not just you, and no hard feelings mate.” A boot slams into the back of the person who just spoke, and flings them outside of the cave entrance.
Stone quickly blocks off the entrance as they scramble to their feet, and bang on the wall screaming to be let in.
Then there is the sound of heavy steps, before the sound of something being crunched, and then nothing.
Complete utter silence fills the cave as the expedition huddles together, and tries to not make a sound.
Oh the things we do for credits
Just a bounty hunter doing bounty hunter things
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“Guild master, report!” A scout bursts into a gaudy tent, covered in gems, and gold, where a massive stone being is crunched over a table.
Their eyes are tired, only faintly glowing with purple light as their pen slowly taps on some report, addressed to king Salvatore, and yet words are escaping them.
For a moment he even looks relieved to be interrupted, but the scouts next words quickly wipe it away.
“We have found the necromancer, or at least one of our scouting teams ran into a host of undead that… ripped them apart.”
A silver fire engulfs the Nelka, life fills their eyes, and snaps them awake, the effect of some skill making their eyes begin to blaze.
“Finally, how dangerous are the undead?”
The scout grimaces “It’s difficult to know for certain, given at the same time the undead were engaged, if the survivors are to be believed. An entire tribe’s worth of goblins cut their way through the scouts, more than thirty were sent out, but only five made it back.” Dagon leans back in the chair, lost in thought.
Which means, assuming the scouts aren’t completely exaggerating, there are enough undead out there to dislodge an entire goblin tribe… Hmm, that could mean a lot of things.
“The survivors describe the entire encounter as walking through a nightmare, at one moment everything being fine, and then being struck by an unstoppable horde of undead from every angle. Wailing constantly ringing down the tunnels, drawing more ghosts, and seeming to pierce into people, robbing them of all hope… If that isn’t bad enough, their commander was struck mid sentence, a weapon impaling them through their throat, before being dragged off into the dark, but when the survivors made it to camp. We only had to take out one low level spectral warrior, and the highest tier in this group was just fifteen, given it was a training mission to get some newbie’s ears wet, in a tunnel that our more experienced scouts had already been through.”
“But ghosts don’t really care about things like walls, do they? The questionable nature of their testimony aside, we at least now know a few things… That there are probably commander type units, something that’s capable of taking out at least a tier ten via decapitation, most likely some kind of assassin, and probably the most unfortunate thing of all. We will at the very least, be facing a significant amount of ghosts, underground where they can attack us from any angle, and at any time. Something we have prepared for, given all of the available crystals, but is something that will make this entire venture a bit more expensive. Oh, and maybe most importantly of all, the necromancer most likely knows where our main camp is, after all what are the odds that just one ghost followed our scouts home?”
The scout tenses “Guild master, what would you like done?”
He smiles, a few of his teeth are red gemstones shining under the mage lights
“The only thing we can do, attack before the necromancer brings the fight to us.”
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My class, Necromancer, is centered around control, using magic to breathe life into minions, which ultimately I’m responsible for, and it’s my ideal class.
I wonder what that says about me?
Then again, the ability to give freedom to my minions is also so clearly ingrained into my class, freedom, choice, control, and stagnation, really two contradicting ideals centered in the same class, but what does that mean to me?
What is the heart, the purpose of my class?
A ghost, the first ‘death knight’ I made, pops into the chamber, bringing with it a coldness that sinks through me, filling my mind with images of my minions killing, and being killed by an organized band of stone people.
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Then the stone walls seem to surround me, as a pressure starts pushing down on me, and everything just feels heavier.
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“Looks like Lin was right, the bounty hunters are here.” People who value life less than just a couple of credits… I find my way to my feet, and begin to look at everything we built, which isn’t a whole lot really, just a crystal platform covered in gems, ores, and shining crystals.
With only three of my minions remaining, the blood elemental, the cultivator, and the death knight.
“What to do?” What can I do?
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I glance down at the golem, can’t really run, with my good old friend standing guard, particularly given there aren’t even walls to slow it down.
Throwing a bunch of minions at the golem on the off chance their sacrifice will be enough to buy me enough time to escape could work, but what would be the point of even killing Lin, if I’m just going to keep being something worse?
…
Could wait for the system store to be unlocked, and try to buy some bombs, but odds are that won’t even work with the spatial lock.
“What can I do!” My foot slams into a mana crystal, sending it bouncing against a wall, where it gets lodged into a hole, and I pause.
“I could always go up”
Mana: 450/450
Full mana, god how long was I just laying on the ground?
‘sigh’
I could raise around six classed minions, if I want to burn through all of my mana, but what would make the biggest difference?
A few minions to get through the rock, and maybe something else to get rid of the rubble?
So some combination of miners, and earth mages would probably work or couldn’t I infuse a soul into stone, and just have them absorb a path through?
Technically, it wouldn’t even have to be classed…
Raise The Dead Tier One Death Infused Stone Elemental ECC: 40
Hmm, looks like it can work, and given I have no idea how effective any of them will be.
I’ll just make one of each, and see how it goes.
The miner, along with the mage form without any grand fanfare, but the elemental, is a bit more spectacular.
My mana sinks into the stone, before silver streaks begin rippling underneath the stone, like it’s made of water.
Then there is crunching, and a crack, before a perfectly symmetrical beach ball sized ball of stone smoothly breaks away from the wall, and floats through the air.
The ball is made of pure black stone, and covered in faintly glowing silver streaks that are drifting throughout the stone at random.
Tier One Infused Stone Elemental (Shoddy) – Elementals are beings that embody an element so much, that they bring it to life, and everything that lives can die.
So why wouldn’t it be possible to bring them back?
This is one such elemental, rather than being infused with the energies of life, it is instead filled with death.
Stone, and death an absolutely deadly combination, which has been the end of many lives.
“Let’s see what you three are capable of, dig up at a forty five degree angle.” The three go side by side against one of the stone walls, before they strike!
The miners pick slams into the wall dislodging a chunk, the mage shoots a beam of energy into the wall that’s slowly drilling through it, and the elemental just touches the wall.
The wall begins to ripple as the elemental visibly begins to grow as the wall begins to shrink inwards.
The mage stops first, it’s quickly followed by the miner, but the elemental just keeps going, and a tunnel forms around its body as it just keeps absorbing the stone.
“Huh, looks like classed undead aren’t always the best, who would have guessed that?
“You two go ahead of the elemental, and begin carving a path out of here.” Well ghosts still have one advantage, now I just wonder how long it will take to get to the other side. New chapters come out on novelping dot com first.
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The guild master freezes, the column of adventures, soldiers, and bounty hunters grind to a halt, as his three aids give him worried looks.
His face is covered in sweat, his eyes have a far off look, and he is starting to grow pale.
“Is everything okay?” one of them finally whispers, and a flicker of light returns to his eye.
He stumbles forward a few feet, drawing the attention of everyone, and when he turns towards the column he has a wild look in his eyes.
“I have located a bounty!” Cheers erupt, but then his axe slams into the wall releasing a cloud of dust, and everyone grows quiet.
The guild master’s voice takes on a dark tone “The thing is, this bounty is worth a lot.” He grows quiet for a moment “It’s worth more than the dragon, it’s worth an unbelievable amount of credits!” Whispers rush throughout the column, before he keeps talking, his voice still in nature “And while it might be the necromancer, it’s with a heavy heart, which I must inform the lot of you, that it no longer matters.”
A brand in the shape of a phoenix starts to burn, on just about every other bounty hunter, and even on some of the soldiers spread throughout the column.
Then a stone wall rises at the end of the tunnel, as the guild master’s axe becomes consumed by burning flames “It’s nothing personal, it’s just business.” and then the tunnel erupts into bloodshed.
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Intro To Necromancy: Ghosts
Some see ghosts as the ultimate form of undead, given they’re a form of undead truly only limited by one’s imagination, can phase through walls, fly, and even outright ignore armor that’s a lower tier than them, but they are oh so very wrong.
While ghosts or spectral forms of undead certainly do have advantages, it comes with a cost.
Everything they do in their non corporal form drains their mana, while more physical based manifestations of the undead don’t have this limitation.
Leading to something interesting, in any battle between an undead skeleton vs a ghost of the same tier, and level with no equipment.
The ghost will win every single time, but throw them both some armor, a magical sword, and suddenly.
The fights will overwhelmingly go for the skeleton, given just holding the sword drains the ghost of mana let alone full-blown armor.
Against unarmed or poorly armed foes though, there isn’t a better form of undead, but those are rarely the kinds of enemies one has to worry about when they’re a necromancer… That being said, yes, at higher tiers this is less of an issue, but if you could raise tier 30+ ghosts you wouldn’t be reading this book!
Highlighted ghost type
Spectral Poisoner – Elemental mages, are all the rage, after all, what is more terrifying than a floating ghost with blazing red eyes, flinging fire balls, and engulfing the entire world in a sea of flames?
The ghost no one sees.
Imagine for a moment, that for whatever reason you want to send a ghost into a city for I don’t know, let’s say experience or maybe even just to teach a lesson to some simpletons who didn’t pay their tribute.
The ghosts then sneaks into a barracks filled with soldiers, now sure your single fire mage could lob a fireball in there, and it might even kill a significant amount of them, but it will also alert the entire town, worse yet it could even unite or drive the city to take a stand against you.
Now instead, imagine over the course of days, weeks, or even months some days, for no discernible reason, soldiers die.
Their bodies are found in their beds, and some days, entire rooms filled with soldiers or even politicians simply never wake up.
Which do you think would be more effective, the ghosts the city can directly fight against or an unknown terror that makes people afraid to even go to sleep?
Vie slams the book shut, before holding the core into the air “Rise! RISE! RISSSSSSSE!!!!!! MUAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!!”
Alert!
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Please relocate from this area or wait until the effect expires to resume gate travel, have a great day 🙂
“Ehh!!! That, doesn’t seem good”
New Quest
Flee You Fool!
A greater being will soon learn of your existence escape while you still can!
Reward – Umm, let’s see if you manage to do it first, but hey if you do, the reward will be really good, super good, mythic quality good…
“Fuck” The fairy becomes a blur, snatching her core, and flying down a tunnel with her minion following after her.
A dark shadow that completely blocks the tunnel following in her wake.
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Bodies, hundreds of bodies, are spread throughout the tunnel as people with phoenix markings strip them of their things, before flinging them into a crevasse.
While off to the side, command or what’s left of it, gather in a tent, the guild master appears unharmed, there isn’t even a mark on his metal armor, but only one of his aids appears to still be with them, and they have a new scar running across the side of their face.
In the center of the tent there is a blazing mana orb, and above the image sits a board looking lizard.
“I’m telling you, for the last time, that I need to speak to your guild master, YOU USELESS PENCIL PUSHER!” The lizard’s eyes narrow, and the way he speaks is as if he’s tasting every word.
“Oh, the almighty phoenix faction, from some backwater, thinks they can not only make demands, but offer insults to their betters?”
They smile, their gleaming razor sharp teeth glow with mana, and the guild master grows pale, before sputtering “Of course not, I would never think to demand anything… We have just located something that we believe will be of great interest to the Falmos faction.”
A door opens behind the lizard, and they turn away “Well, if it isn’t my favorite elf.” An annoyed feminine voice answers back “What do you want, Sal?” Sal, the lizard points at the orb “Sarah, Sarah, well, you see, this annoying sack of stone here, keeps saying that he has located something which would be a great interest to the guild master.”
Silvery curly hair drifts into view of the orb “What did they find?” Sal leans back, and sighs “That’s the annoying thing! They won’t tell me, all they keep saying is that it’s apparently more valuable than a dragon oh, and apparently there’s also one of those floating around. Granted, it’s probably nothing more than a juvenile, but you do owe me several favors, and I do rather love things made out of dragon scale.” He raises where his eyebrows would be two times.
Green eyes glare into the orb “Is there really a dragon?” The guild master nods his head “Yes, but the thing we have located is faaaar, far, more valuable, if we could just get in contact with your guild master to discuss terms or a finders fee.”
Sarah snorts “You guys apparently can’t even take care of a dragon, but if whatever this thing is, if it’s worth our time… I’m sure we will be able to come up with a fitting reward for the lot of you, instead of just burying you in a ditch like a lot of other factions would do.”
She then looks at Sal “I skin this dragon, and we are even, no matter how small it might actually be.” Sal’s face appears pained, before grumbling “Or big, ever the pessimist it seems Sarah, but sure we will be even. Well” He smiles” At least until you need another favor.”
Sarah releases what almost sounds like a growl, and then the mana orb starts to shake.
The air splits as Sarah walks through to the other side, and as soon as she does, it snaps shut.
Alert!
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Please relocate from this area or wait until the effect expires to resume gate travel, have a great day 🙂
She draws her sword, before focusing on the two Nelka who are practically cowering on the ground.
“Huh, you lot are rather low level to be trying to set up a trap?”
The guild master looks up “Wait, this isn’t you?
You’re not going to kill us?” Sarah narrows her eyes “It’s not.” A few more moments pass, with Sarah looking around the tent, and them awkwardly remaining on their knees, until with a huff she puts away her sword.
She then plops onto the top of the wooden desk “I really hope someone around here is going to try and kill me realllllly soon, because the alternative is…”
Alert!
Three high profile bounties located
1 – Dungeon fairy/Dungeon core with a linked spatial item estimated value 1-10 billion credits
1 – Primordial Elemental estimated value 100-500 million credits
1 – Minor Dragon estimated value 20-100 million credits
Happy Hunting
She whistles “Interesting.” The guild master then scrambles to his feet “I am guessing you figured out what’s going on?”
She glares up at him, before sighing “Yeah, this shit planet core is blocking me either is some misguided attempt to protect the dungeon fairy, or the primordial elemental it has probably invested billions of mana into.” Her voice raises for a moment “Forcing me to have to go through the atmosphere, when I want to leave, and will probably-”
“Oh in that case, I have some good news” Sarah’s eyes narrow at him, her eyes becoming two slits of emerald green, and he gulps.
“There are active gateways that currently lead to another world.” He smiles “You get your bounties, we get our finder fees for the basic dungeon fairy, elemental, and dragon.”
Sarah’s eyes narrow at Dagon, after describing the dungeon fairy as basic “You don’t get paid for something you didn’t even know existed.” and suddenly a bit of spine finds its way into Dagon as a screen appears
Alert!
Three high profile bounties located
1 – Basic Dungeon fairy/Dungeon core estimated value 10-90 million credits
1 – Necromancer estimated value 500,000+ Credits
1 – Dragon estimated value 1-50 million credits
Happy Hunting
“While I may not have known about the elemental we certainly knew about the fairy, and the dragon ” Sarah snorts.
“In that case, we will be sure to pay you out once we have a better idea of their actual values, but at minimum it will be millions.” An eager smile grows across Dagon’s face, but when Sarah begins to make her way out of the tent, a shudder passes through the guild master’s body.
Sarah stares at him “Is there anything else I should know?” He visibly hesitates “Just ughh, that there is a necromancer around here, which recently attacked our camp with a host of ghosts, and that’s actually why we are out here.” Visit novelping.com for the full chapter.
“Another bloody necromancer? I seem to be running into them a lot lately… Regardless, necromancy isn’t a concern of Falmos, and they can’t be all that interesting, if they didn’t even ping my bounty sense.”
The guild master sits back in his chair while saying “I mean they are worth at least 500,000 credits.”
“Like I said, not worth my time.” Sarah then flips the tent flap open, and sees all of the bodies.
The people being stripped of everything they own, even their soiled clothing, before being tossed away like trash.
Sarah turns to the guild master “What’s your name again, I don’t think I caught it?” He puffs his chest out “It’s Dagon.”
“Well Dagon.” She smiles sweetly “There was a time, where at this point I would string you upside down from a pole, and stab you a few times, before leaving you to rot. To enjoy a slow painful death, a race between your destroyed insides killing you, and bleeding to death.”
“Be we didn’t have an-”
Sarah just shakes her head as pressure slams Dagons head into his desk.
“Dagon, I’m not an idiot, you located something valuable, and weirdly enough only people wearing your sigel managed to make it through an ‘attack’ how convenient…” A distant expression covers Sarah’s face as if she is lost in some distant memory.
“If some saw me letting you live, they might even say that I have grown up, while others might say that my heart has grown cold or that I’m once again avoiding what should be done.” She takes a step towards Dagon, before sighing “But personally, I would just say that I’m just tired, tired of my dreams being filled with the screams, and begging of awful people who truly don’t deserve to live.”
She shakes her head “Killing hundreds, just to secure a finders fee, how monstrous. Where are the gateways?”
Dagon stares directly into Sarah’s eyes “I will lead you to one as soon as I get my finders fee.” She tilts her head, studying him like he’s a peculiar rock.
“It always amazes me how arrogant people like you are… Like here I was, just casually talking about killing you, and yet here you stand worrying about credits.” Dagon shrugs “You already said you weren’t going to kill me, so what is there really to worry about?”
Sarah smiles “I also didn’t say that you were still getting paid, so congratulations, your men died for nothing, you killed your friends, and allies for nothing!” He sputters “But that’s not fair!” Sarah laughs, her voice echoing, and drawing the attention of everyone.
“And what would you call this?”
She waves a hand towards the pile of bodies, Dagon takes a step forward, and Sarah gets a glint in her eyes as her hand reaches for her sword.
“Oh, are you planning on doing something about it?”
She smiles, her teeth glowing as if they’re made of mana stones, and even a noticeable fog of mana leaves her mouth, and the sight of it stops Dagon cold.
“Pity, I guess I will just grab the fairy, the dragon, and be on my way.”
“What about the elemental?”
“You’re more than welcome to take a swing at it.”
Sarah then looks at the people that are little better than bandits, and shouts “Just don’t be surprised, if it kills the lot of you.” And then she disappears down the tunnel at a casual walk.
The aide then turns to Dagon “What do you want to do, guild master, with what we have” He hesitates “Gathered here, we have already made out pretty nicely.”
Dagon mutters “On the low-end we were looking at millions of credits, millions! AND THAT’S ON THE LOW END!” He grabs his aid, lifting him into the air by his throat, before dropping him back down.
“But there is still a necromancer hanging around here, and if what that she devil said is true, messing with the elemental is probably beyond us.” He then turns to his loyal soldiers, his loyal bounty hunters that would walk through hell, and back for him.
“Opportunities are fickle things, first a necromancer showed up offering a chance at some pretty decent money, then the chance of a lifetime offered a glimpse at a life, which I honestly didn’t believe was even possible to achieve anymore, before that too, was crushed, and taken away, but among the bodies of the dead.
Dagon holds up a scroll “A new opportunity has presented itself, a new world, and even suspected to be newly introduced to mana. A world offering the chance for a fresh new start, the chance to be more than just bounty hunters, to be people with the power to control fate! The question just is, will you walk with me one more time, for the chance of a lifetime?”
‘Clank’
‘Clank’
‘Clank’
The gathered crowd starts beating their chest plates, and slamming the butt of their weapons onto the ground.
A cheer begins to spread through the crowd, and Dagon smiles with a mad gleam in his eyes “Pack it up then, our destiny awaits, and this time no one is going to snatch it away!”
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Something is hunting us, at first everything was going so well, we dug up a bit, the miners expanding the tunnels the ghost used to drag through, and the elemental absorbed a solid path.
Then we made it into a tunnel, where everything was still fine, the ghosts scouted ahead, allowing us to avoid any elementals, and anything smaller that attacked us was easily handled by the blood elemental or the cultivator, but then things started to get weird.
The pitter patter of feet started to follow us, the sound of claws tapping onto stone, which in a word was concerning, but not like a complete red flag, at least until… We spotted an arcane Elemental, and began to try to climb a ledge.
Then a growl echoed down the tunnel, a growl in a deep timber, that sunk into my bones, igniting some primal part of me that knew, if I didn’t keep moving, I would die.
Worse still, the ten foot, very large arcane Elemental instantly started running away, which was not an encouraging sign, but one I took to start running down the same tunnel.
Five minutes later, the cultivation ghost, along with the earth elemental, have just disappeared, and worse yet, I once again reached the end of the line.
Two, ten foot elementals are standing in the middle of the tunnel, and are blocking the only way forward.
It seems like whatever scared it, only scared it enough to seek back up… a shame really.
I take a step forward, and the elementals start stretching, the joints on their bodies grinding like nails on a chalkboard, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Ahhhhhhhhh!” A ghostly hand wraps around one of the elementals, as if it’s nothing more than a toy, before lifting it into the air, and smashing it into the other elemental, until only the cores remains.
The specter then moves farther back into the tunnel, most of their body still embedded into the ground.
All I can see is their head, which is about the size of the entire tunnel, with a single eye, which burns with a green fire, a hand that doesn’t fully fit in the tunnel holding the elementals cores, and part of its shoulder that has a little green fairy perched on it waving her sword around.
“Now, those were solid foes, good job my minion, and NO! You can’t eat the cores! I swear all my minions want to do is eat, and YOU!” She points her sword at me.
“Me.”
Cyclops Spector – Humanoid ghosts are scary, but do you know what’s scarier?
Ghosts that have the inherent abilities of epic grade beings, and while it may be true that cyclops certainly are on the lower end of the epic scale, they’re definitely still on it.
Bigger, stronger, and faster than Giants!
Their eyes granting them unique abilities, and for some reason they’re completely immune to petrification.
They’re big, they’re scary, and in ghost form can literally fly!
If you have found yourself in a place where a necromancer has the mana to raise beings of the epic grade or worse yet in a place where enough epic grade beings have died to form ghosts!
You should probably run.
Run fast!
“Fancy meeting you here, and that’s a rather nice minion you got there.” She squints her eyes at me, and then the tunnel rumbles.
‘Clink’
‘Clink’
‘Clink’
A shimmering black cat the size of a hippo slinks out of the shadows, its eyes dart from me to the fluttering wings of the fairy, and I start inching towards the fairy.
“I don’t suppose that’s also one of your minions?”
Mysmer cat – A hunter that can switch between being incorporeal, and corporal, while also being well a cat… A really big cat with large teeth, otherwise known as one of the premier hunters in existence, and who most definitely, likes to play with their food.
Typically have an affinity for shadow magic, and are filled with the desire to hunt everything that moves, with not even ghosts being safe from their claws.
She stares at it, before waving one of her hands at it.
“No, bad kitty! Go away!” The cat saunters a few feet forward, before sinking into the ground, and completely disappearing.
Everything is still “Maybe it left?”
That cat dives out of the wall launching itself at the fairy, the Cyclops eye glows, before a beam of green light slams into the cat knocking it out of the air, as a hand swings, and swats the cat as if it’s nothing more than a fly, its body disappearing into the stone.
“Hahaha, stupid cat! You should have listened when I told you to go away!”
“Are you sure that it’s dead?” She looks at me like I’m an idiot “Of course! I got the notification… Hmm, but how exactly am I going to get its core?” She starts rubbing her chin in thought.
‘Thump’
‘Thump’
‘Thump’
The walls start to shake, the fairy gives me a pointed look, and I smile “It’s possible that there might have been more things following after me.”
“How many things?” A third voice then chimes in “Oh, about twenty or so elementals, a dozen cats, and something that’s shrouded, it even has the chance of actually being something interesting.”
We both turn, and there is an elf just casually leaning against the wall, Vie, and I speak at the same time.
“And who the hell are you?”
“Why do you look familiar?”
Due to formating issues this story doesn’t quite look the way it’s supposed to 0_o and you can read an updated version on Kobo, or other platforms. https://litrpgandpolitics.wordpress.com The story is also at around chapter 60 with around 400,000 words, and will posted once per day, until it’s caught up.
Then it will either be weekly, or twice a week, with that being said, I still welcome any feedback, after all I’m still editing everything 0_0 and different perspectives can so often help one see the things we take for granted.
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