There’s always someone watching, I know, I know, it’s such a paranoid thing to say or rather in this case write, but that doesn’t mean it’s not true.
Even if the truth is less creepy than one imagines when one hears those words, after all it’s typically plants, insects, little animals or… spirits.
Who are doing the watching, none of which typically care about what they see, but they do see it, and while they might not care, does that mean no one will care about the images, the smells, or sounds swimming around in their little minds?
Which is why you should always remember that someone is watching, and should never do anything you never want to get out of, unless… You’re also willing to kill everything in an area, to wipe it all away, but even that can draw attention if you’re not careful, after all a patch of dead earth, along with a trail you emerged from is something investigators typically call suspicious, and a lead.
A thing irrelevant, if you’re not really doing anything that carries any risk, but if you are?
You should remember the danger you’re walking, and be ready for the day it all comes crashing down.
A Shadow, the Shadow, someone wandering the unknown in places they certainly shouldn’t be
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Bugs, bugs with classes, bugs who have started using weapons, bugs who I really don’t remember signing up to fight, but here we are.
Issec sighs, before blasting another blast of lighting down into the hole.
Green blood bursts out of it along with scared black chitin, but a few seconds later the clinking, and clatter of more bugs comes.
“They really don’t stop coming do they… in fact, don’t they seem to be coming back faster?”
The undead reform, warriors covered in metal armor, and shields cover the hole while the earth mages enforce the ground forcing the bugs to go through the choke point, but as the battle goes on.
The explosions, and skills just keep expanding the hole in the ground, and the bug just keep surging forward.
Their line crashes into the undead, and becomes an unending tide, but the dead not only don’t break, but are harvesting their kills, while keeping the bugs exactly where they want them.
Something, large, very large in the tunnels though takes note of this new foe, one not so easily displaced by the waves who may be doing all they can in service to the colony, but maybe more importantly, they’re becoming a drain on resources.
Forcing a certain being to take bold action!
Well, to simply place all of the blame on the the undead would be a bit of an over simplification, given the core of the issue is that food is simply becoming more difficult to locate, and when scouts returned with news of weak abundant food, when paired with the undead menace it simply leads to one choice.
Abandoning the hive, and building it again somewhere new, a place where the food is far more abundant, filled with the squishy little blood sacks who rarely can put up a fight at all, even if it has so many smooth crunchy rocks, which just seems ever so unnatural.
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Boom!
Everything shakes as the first wall falls, and everyone’s attention is drawn to the dust flying into the air from the center of the city.
Moments later it’s followed by a second explosion, a second piece of the wall shatters into little pieces, but this time coming from the edge of the city, and people react to it quite differently.
The undead are mostly unaffected, after all if the alarms aren’t ringing then it’s not really an issue then is it?
The humans who were engaging in the grand art of the buying, and selling goods on the other hand.
Are at first alarmed, before curiosity sets in, glimpses of the undead city being revealed for all the world to see!
Well, at least to the next wall, but there really isn’t too much to see when everything is made of crystal, well other than the columns of undead training.
Unaffected by the watchers, the builders are committed to their task, one they have a feeling they’ll eventually have to do again, but hey that’s the job.
One Thomas Morthas, reacts much like the undead, a bit of noise (hundreds of tons of crystal crashing to the floor) having little impact on the crafts, the art being created!
Besides, what’s a little more noise with the thunder still endlessly blaring.
One group though has a much stronger reaction, the prisoners, it’s like they’re shattered awake from a dream, and they’re filled with a single emotion, hope.
Three groups look at the flying dust, thoughts of escape, rescue, and freedom racing through their minds.
Most of the people, largely the complacent faction are literally running around the prison trying to reach the highest point they can to catch even a glimpse of what’s happening, but with the highest point in the prison reaching only about a third of the wall, there really isn’t a whole lot to see other than the brief plums of white dust floating into the air.
The feeling though, ignites something, which doesn’t so easily fade away.
Even if for the most part they just run around like a bunch of chickens with their heads cut off, others though, take a more shall we say direct approach.
Olivia looks at the cloud, excitement racing through her body, opportunity once again comes a knocking.
She then tosses an orb into the air, a device that projects a display of what’s happening onto one of the walls.
People crowd together looking up at the video of a section of wall being torn down.
The pile of rubble, and the undead building a new shiner section of wall, before an arrow smashes it out of the air, and some undead shouts in a gravely tone “No objects above the wall!” A smile grows across Olivia’s face “Seven more sections, seven chances to have a slightly easier way to escape this place.” The only question being how long is it going to take these undead to rebuild each section?
A question that rings inside each of the powers head, as they each start making new plans to escape.
Carter on the other hand is drawn into a meeting, well really just a mad scramble of everyone in his faction grabbing weapons just in case today is the day help has finally arrived.
A hundred bodies smashed together in a small little building, holding a bunch of weapons made of stone, and trying to strap on random bits of armor.
Not exactly an impressive first showing, but discipline is a hard thing to grind into people, particularly… when it’s just based on TV shows, and movies.
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“Well there goes the neighborhood.” Bartholomew The Second mutters while staring at the massive hole in the wall, before turning to his stalls, his empty stalls!
The humans are fleeing like spineless cowards, and daring to take their mana along with them.
Well, at least most of them, the wisest of the group use the event to get a better position in the lines to the stalls, in some cases making it straight to the front while people are off gawking.
The market though has really started to turn into something else, the counters having expanded into a well, technically another wall in front of the first.
Most of the stalls, simply exchanging mana for general materials or food, but some of the stalls are now focused on selling hot food, drinks, and other tools, after some HUMAN dared to start selling food at a profit practically right in front of their faces, the audacity!
Bartholomew The Second turns to glare at the human who is still there!
Their stall about a couple of hundred feet back, with a sign that says cooked by human hands as if that makes a difference!
His hand squeezes on the table, the sound of the wood straining being the only thing, which makes him stop.
Why the managers not only allow them to live, but keep allowing them to purchase food at the same price as everyone else is beyond Bartholomew The Second… even if it does help establish this as the market rate, which to be frank is fairly inflated.
“Bah!” He then turns to the newest human in line “What do you want?” The woman is for a moment shocked by his tone or maybe it was the skeleton who had just turned the corner, who was covered in robes, and had fire raging in their eyes.
“I wanted to ask what’s going on…” Bartholomew The Second gives her the stare, the unimpressed judgmental stare.
“And of course, I wanted to purchase some things.” A hundred mana quickly flows into the orb, while a smile grows across his face “Excellent, what exactly are you looking to buy?” The first half of the question for some odd reason is completely ignored.
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A shift?
Vie narrows her eyes at the walls, and after a few seconds of intense scrutiny it becomes clear that the tower!
Has in fact, risen!
No longer simply anchored to the original platform, but finally actually growing into the sky, now that the base of the tower has finally been “completed” and in an instant she’s bursting through a hatch to the great outdoors.
Where she’s instantly soaked, well no, blinded, and soaked by the heavy rain that’s pouring from the sky.
A problem, but a very solvable one, the thing is, just as she surrounds herself with a shield of mana, a wave crashes into her, and skips Vie off the surface of the ocean like she’s nothing more than a stone.
After a heavy sigh, and crawling out of the water, Vie is once again in the air, just this time significantly higher, but not too high.
When floating in the air there’s a swarm of ghosts who are containing a glowing spiderweb of crackling lightning.
It’s a mesmerizing sight, the lightning being drawn towards the ghosts before shooting into the ocean with a crack, an intensity only matched by the hundred plus foot waves, which are endless crashing into the tower.
Not what Vie’s out here to see, and after the latest wave crashes into her tower, she zooms to it, and watches how bit by bit it’s endlessly growing.
It’s glorious, excitement fills her bones, until the next wave arrives, this time though it sends her tumbling under water.
A place where things are actually starting to go rather well, but more importantly the glowing dark blue crystal sinking thousands of feet into the abyss, is rather breathtaking.
The center pillar even behind all of the walls, and being in the center of the tower still radiates, a deep dark blue light that mixes with the lighter tone of the other pillars, and the faint glow of the walls to illuminate the ocean for miles.
The glowing crystal, quite unlike anything ever seen in this world, and managing to capture a piece of the ocean, and maybe more importantly at least to the defenders, has limited the avenues at which the sea life can try to keep at the pillars.
Making it so they’re no longer constantly being munched on by various wild life even if it’s still very clearly a war zone, but one that almost entirely is just focused on the western front, where the ocean is truly showing what’s its worth.
One might think that there’s a whole lot of birds flying around or little animals running around, but under the sea?
It’s a whole other ball game, on earth, oceans make up most of the world, they’re places capable of supporting creatures that weigh hundreds of thousands of pounds.
Filled with trillions of creatures, trillions, and so many are swimming straight to this tower like a siren’s song being wrung, but the forces of the undead are also constantly growing.
A grumble begins to make its way into Vie’s throat, when she sees yet another pod of bloody whales swimming right this way, but the urge is silenced, when in a single burst of motion one of them is bitten cleanly in half.
Filling the ocean with a massive burst of red blood, the other whales quickly turn, trying to flee the other way, but a truly massive undead shark bursts from the blood pool, and it doesn’t give them even a moment, before it rips them apart too.
A content sigh escapes Vie, as she watches how her forces have established a kind of order to this madness, and then releases a burst of mana that propels her out of the water.
Where she instantly meets a couple of waves, but after a bit of dodging she’s once again securely inside of her tower.
After wiping away the water with a spray of mana, and plopping onto her chair a certain architect pops through the floor “Vie, with the basic construction settled what would you like the rest of the mages to focus on?” “Hmm” Vie flutters around the room looking at the undead who are enjoying a peaceful bit of labor, so unlike what those in the outdoors are experiencing.
“Raise the tower by two floors, and then begin replacing the filler crystal.” “To what grade exactly?” A manager then jumps into the conversation “Making a single one of the pillars a higher grade, would greatly help focus the wildlife.” Vie narrows her eyes, before imagining a glowing beam of light illuminating the ocean!
And how either way they won’t all be the same grade at least yet!
“Fine, make the most western pillar epic grade, and make everything else rare grade, for now.”
The architect pops back through the floor, but the manager just keeps standing there, and staring at Vie, until she finally breaks.
“Is there anything else?” instantly so many words begin to spew out of their mouth “Well first there are the thousands? Hundreds of thousands? Countless gallons of water, contained within the tower. That we are still calculating the exact amount of, but more importantly we are unsure if we will be able to remove it all, given it’s quite possible that it’s the only thing keeping the common grade arcane crystal from cracking, and furthermore are unsure if removing it is even the most effective option?”
Vie slowly blinks at the manager, which they apparently take as a sign to keep going.
“When most forms of undead don’t need to breathe, wouldn’t removing the water just help create a point of weakness, and with all of the digging being done, wouldn’t the transportation of heavy materials potentially be easier with the water still being there? Either way, it’s not something, that needs to be settled now, particularly when, we don’t have any established plans for the potentially hundreds of floors stretching all the way to the bottom of the ocean, a space significantly larger than all of Renata if not the largest single space in this entire world even if only the first couple of floors are currently being utilized. In fact we also have an exact count for the amount of undead we’re currently housing, along with an estimated amount of space they’ll need to optimistically mediate, along with established areas for the limited amount of crafters craft things, and intend on dumping the water at least in the crafters floor, while the meditation floors are showing interesting results. With certainty for now less mana flowing, it’s also more uniform, and as the water tiers up it’s entirely possible that meditation will actually improve under water.”
The undead then pauses, and for one blissful moment Vie thinks that they might actually be done, but… “At the bottom of the ocean the miners have really started to pick up the pace now that they’ve reached mostly mundane materials, mostly sand, stone, along with a few other things like bones all of which, are currently being compressed, and then set to the side, while the most effective way to bring them to the surface are considered. Ranging from pure undead labor, to air based lifts, or just mana drag. There are countless options being considered, but we may not have the most effective method for a couple of days, but one thing is certain, the tower it rises, and nothing is going to stand in our way.”
Vie narrows her eyes, at the manager, and can see their lips quivering just about to start keep speaking again, something THAT CAN NOT happen!
“Sounds like you’re all doing GREAT work, and doing such a great job!
In fact, you’re now promoted, congratulations!
You’re now the head manager, never bring me a report like this again, and do whatever you want, unless I tell you otherwise!” This time the manager is the one who slowly blinks “Thank you for this opportunity, I’ll make sure that we don’t disappoint you.” A statement that for some reason sends a shivering running down the spines of so many undead.
Vie however is focused on her book, and a small marble of compressed lightning, this storm is going to end one way or another.
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Veronica stares at her screens, little orbs filled with people plotting their jail break, as if they haven’t already been given far more mercy than they deserve.
She sighs before switching through the orbs, passing the humans who have mostly been pacified by free food, and moving onto the more, concerning orbs.
Humans fighting to keep the undead out of graveyards, the lodestones of power filled with unending waves of bugs fighting tooth, and nail to break the undead… A constant drain of resources or a constant flow of materials, and training.
Then there’s the more worrying trend, animals pushing towards the city, trying to go through human infested lands, and meeting stiff resistance in some cases, but in others washing over them as if they don’t even exist.
Entire herds of animals, sliding into these breaches along with so many predators, and they’re all headed this way, but they’re at least not mindless.
Veronica taps her desk, that has one number constantly fluctuating above it mana, everything limited by a single number which is slowly going up, but never quite fast enough, particularly with all of the projects currently occuring.
The orbs switch back to the prison “How to get you lot or really” Her head turns towards the market place “All of you to give us more mana?” She then locks onto an image of one of powers shaking someone down for mana.
“Taking it will always be faster than making it, but our options are so limited.” A green screen then appears in front of her “Where can we get more mana?”
Nelka Market Place
Portals
Tier Five Realm Breacher – Even simpletons know that existence is more than just what they’re capable of observing the question being, what’s hiding in the in-between?
One of them is the realms, planes of existence, which embody things that are less physical, energy passing through to a new plane where it becomes something more.
Which is where the breachers come in, they allow reality to be linked to these planes through a link of mana, where resources can be extracted, but always remember, once a door is opened, you’re not the only ones who can walk through it, and that a realms tier isn’t necessarily reflective of the tier of the beings inhabiting it.
‘Knock’
‘Knock’
The head manger pokes their head into her office “Morthes has come to see you, to discuss the selling of soul based items in exchange for a mana allotment or credits, would you like for me to redirect him to the merchants or send them through? Veronica tilts her head pondering, before responding ” Go ahead, and send them in, there’s something I already wanted to discuss with them.”
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A manager passes me through, after giving me a judgemental once over, and so many snotty hmms, yet when I make it into the next room Veronica is nowhere to be seen.
There’s only an attractive thin woman, with short straight lime green hair, and burning light green eyes sitting on what looks like a throne made of black arcane crystal.
A fancy chair elevated in the room, covered in engravings, which stretch all the way from the chair to the walls themselves.
An oddity, and I’m really not sure why the managers ushered me to this undead?
Who is wearing rich black robes, that have glowing white sigil, and is lording above anyone who enters this room, maybe they got some rare class or something, but then she speaks “Welcome, I hear you have some items you’re interested in selling?”
It takes a moment, my eyes narrowing at the undead, before it clicks, and leaving me at a loss of words.
Veronica raises an eyebrow “Well?” She is different, her voice is not only so much warmer, and filled with life.
There’s now a presence radiating from her body, as if the entire world is ready to bend if not break at her very world.
Complete, and utter confidence flowing from her “Veronica? You’re sure looking different.”
She chuckles, and it’s a nice sound, strangely carefree.
“Yes, it turns out that the elements which make up someone’s body have an impact on all of the attributes, depending on the materials, and how many elements a being is made of.” “That makes sense, after all one wouldn’t really expect something made of stone to be agile, but I wonder how far it all goes?
Then again with so many undead being created here every day, you’re probably just able to ask them about their attributes.” She nods along “A general outline is easy enough, particularly with the system store providing some details on various materials, but how they will act in practice, along with combination, and higher grade elements is a bit more difficult.” She then stares at me, her eyes narrowing a smidge “Leading to endless testing, along with an ungodly amount of mana being spent, which brings us back to you, and how you want to buy our mana?”
Not quite an encouraging way for this conversation to start off, but surely my minion, and… land lord will be reasonable.
“It’s less me wanting to buy mana, and more me not exactly wanting to put soul weapons on the market where they’ll end up god knows where, but I would also like a source of credits or mana otherwise getting to rare grade let alone anything higher is going to take a long time.”
Her eyebrows quirks “A few weeks or at worst months is a long time?
But I guess you do have a point for anything above epic, but in that case you’re pretty much out of luck if you don’t get the mana from us.” “What exactly do you mean by that?” She taps her desk a few times, until a green screen pops above it “As you can see, strangely enough all of the mana intense items on the market are not only strangely inflated, but almost entirely extremely low tier.” My own quick browse of the store pretty much shows me the same thing.
“Odd, but hypothetically it’s possible, if not likely, that soul items will also have an inflated price, potentially allowing me to still end up net positive, particularly with items like this.”
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She smiles, reminding me of some villain watching as some helpless victim falls into their trap, not a good sign!
“That is an interesting sword, but you’re implying that the prices will remain fixed, when we both know, they certainly don’t for items at least, and like you said, you don’t really want to arm people who will potentially if not probably want to murder you… right?”
A low hmm escapes me, she’s got me trapped like a rat, there’s really no good options here, but it’s not like I need to move beyond epic, even if it would be nice, and will make it far more expensive to push to legendary or higher when it becomes more reasonable.
Veronica then taps her screen before nodding, and keeps talking as if I had said something “I have a proposal for you, we’ll offer you a quarter of the mana the Nelka appraisal would offer you in credits for any items you create or you could help us with something.” She pauses “A bit more dangerous, but we offer you a share of the profits, and push you up to at least rare grade regardless of how it goes.”
My eyes narrow at Veronica “Rare grade, how generous, and we both know that a quarter in mana is a complete, and utter rip off!” “Ehh, we’re not made of mana here, but fine rare after the first one, and epic grade, after the third expedition.” An exasperated sigh escapes me as I shake my head, and Veronica dons her villain smile, when for some reason words once again begin flowing from my mouth.
“How dangerous exactly are these expeditions, where exactly would we be going, what would we be doing, and!” I point my finger directly at her “What exactly would my share be?!” “Hmm, potentially harmless or filled with beings with significantly more power than yourself, and the expedition will be headed to the elemental realms, most likely death, but we won’t know for certain, until we pop it open. As for what you’ll be doing when you get there? Looting it of course for all that they’re worth of course, possibly even resetting the realm if it’s reasonable, and as for your share… it will be dependent on contributions.”
‘Stare’ “So, potentially nothing?” Veronica’s eyes narrow at me, her eyes turning into little more than narrow slits.
“Well, except epic grade, which is equal to more than half a million mana including rare, and that’s assuming you do absolutely nothing, but in that case we would have to rethink your future involvement in any ventures.” “Hmm” I find myself stretching, as the different possibilities drift through my mind.
“I don’t know, it sounds like all of this could be pretty dangerous, and potentially immoral, but so long as it’s not just going in to kill anything that moves. It could be something that I’d at least be willing to give a go, besides at worst it doesn’t sound like I have anything to lose.”
“Other than your life, but it’s mostly likely going to be a death realm given the realms gain strength from being invoked, and nothing, but the more base elements should have gotten anywhere near tier five.
Hypothetically, we shouldn’t even need to kill anything non hostile, but it’s a rare individual who can ignore outsiders coming in, and stealing resources… The question is, what’s more important, growing in power or respecting the domains of those who would probably kill you, without a second thought?” “That doesn’t make it right, but who knows maybe we’ll meet some interesting people in there, and given you’re going to do this either way it might be nice to see how you’re handling things.” She scoffs “Don’t you trust me?”
My eyes narrow at her, my evil, evil, extorting minion.
“Hmm, less, and less every day, but I guess this will be a good way to help rebuild trust.” In response Veronica actually laughs, it has a musical quality that’s hard to describe, it’s more something that needs to be experienced, as it sings through one’s ears.
She then taps a few of her orbs, “In that case, I hope you’re ready, I’ll have one of the managers set you up with a set of armor, on us even, and you’ll set out in a couple of hours.” Anxiety washes through me, new things why are they always so unnerving, then again this one is going to be dangerous making it a bit actually justified.
“Sounds great, I guess I’ll see you on the otherside.” Veronica waves as I’m dragged off by a manager who cares nothing for small talk.
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Politics, while Aurisa was off giving her little speech, Salazar like Ava were making their own moves… some which may say are a bit in poor taste, but it’s not like she really knew any of those nobles who died, when even her immediate family treated her as little more than a stranger when she became a servant, even if it was to the crown princess.
Taste, though, doesn’t seem to be enough to stop the countless Salazar who have ground the capital bank to a halt.
There is a line not only outside of the door, but past the next ten blocks, every Salazar with even a speck of royal blood coming to have their ancestry tested, and seeing exactly where they now stand in society.
The lucky ones?
Like Ava, finding themselves in an entirely different position, from servant to the ruler of a house with millions of credits, a council seat, and acres of land all under her control.
A change few will be graced with, but with twelve seats up for grabs one so many hunger for, and some are even willing to do just about anything to change their fate.
Even lie, and have documents forged, after all who will call them liars?
The dead?
The five hundredth cousin that no one has ever heard of?
No, money, and power have always had this amazing ability to get one even more of it, and now some are pushing for all they can sink their claws into.
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It’s quiet, the town seeming to be deserted, but when Sarah takes her first step into the actual town, she’s covered in white light.
Life mana washes over her, in a refreshing haze, and that’s when the bounty hunters pop out weapons blazing with the same light ready to destroy the undead menace!
Dagon’s eyes narrow at Sarah “You!
What the hell are you doing here?” She tilts her head at him “Me, no what are all of you doing here?
What could have possibly convinced you that coming to some low tier world was a good idea?”
The Nelka awkwardly stare at Sarah, before one of them pipes up “We’re going to be kings here! In a place where no one will be able to tell us what to do, right Dagon?” Sarah just sighs for a moment just closing her eyes, and Dagon takes that moment to ramble.
“We of course though would hate to inconvenience any plans of the Falmos faction, and would be more than willing, happy even to relocate at a nearby world, which is undoubtedly just as low tier you see-”
It’s all just noise, the sound of a murderer, a traitor, someone who would do or say anything to save their own skin, and certainly not one to keep a secret.
Sarah clenches one of her hands, and a wave of mana smashes into Dagon, but instead of crushing him like a bug.
The mana is redirected into a few of the buildings, and a few of his men are thrown off of their feet.
In response Sarah tisks, before muttering “This is going to be annoying” she then turns into a blur striking down everything in her path.
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“She’s a monster” Every second Nelka are dying, no, droves of them are being torn apart, and buildings broken into rubble.
An elf from the Falmos faction is far, faaaar outside what Dagon expected, to find here, but a monster capable of killing them all over the course of a few minutes or even seconds was luckily well within his calculations.
The cosmos is, after all, such a dangerous, and unfair place.
He sighs looking at all of his men dying, and his new city being destroyed, through the eyes of his hologram, while he is safely thousands of miles away.
It really is a shame, why couldn’t it have just been some undead?
He then taps his desk while Theo, his only aid, and last surviving minion stares at the observation orbs in outright horror.
“So what do you think, what’s the best way we can get back at this Sarah Falmos?”
Dagon snaps his fingers when after a few moments there is no reply, and Theo flinches, before turning to him.
“Falmos” Theo pauses to collect himself “Has absolutely no reason to be here or to be killing us, which means they’re probably here trying to hide something.
We could sell this information or just make an anonymous post about it.” Dagon stands getting a closer look, before muttering “I wonder what would cause them the most trouble?
A bunch of people knowing or giving their enemies a chance to prepare something?” Then the last viewing orb shatters, and he activates the ritual, which launches the two into the far reaches of space, along with an information packet headed towards the nearest information broker.
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It feels like my eyes blinked, and then the next thing I know I’m covered from head to toe in black metal armor, which is heavy… and waiting along a bunch of undead who are also covered in the same metal armor.
Luckily, it seems we have a bit of time to spare as basically a mini little fortress is built around where the breacher is going, so after a bit of persuasion mostly me talking at a manager while it seemed like they would much rather me be quiet.
They agreed to have a runner go fetch my shades, something I’m sure that they loved, but if me possibly dying isn’t enough to move them then nothing would.
Still it’s all so boring, just standing around waiting, until it’s not.
A portal bursts open, it’s fiery red, and fills the little plaza with the smell of sulfur, which maybe isn’t out of place for the underworld, but to be honest I was kind of expecting black for you know death.
Maybe, I’m just biased though, either way after a few scouts pop their little heads inside, and when they come back.
We get the all clear, and once more I head into the breach, off to adventure!
To death!
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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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