Everyone knows about the existence of dungeons. Adventurers risk their lives for fame and fortuo defeat the dehat inhabit these strange pces. Once you graduate from the rank of Novice, you, too, will be asked to delve into dungeons to protect our nds and people.
But what are dungeons, really? Some say dungeons are maions of mana or acts of the gods. Some are vihey are a css, a type of creature, an artifact, or a crystal. Others believe they are all ected to a siity that grows or trols them.
All of this is unfounded specution.
Dungeo to e. They create an enormous amount of high-density mana as a byproduct of their normal fun. This mana attracts monsters, which are then killed by the dungeon’s defenses and ed for experiend growth – just like with your csses. However, dungeon magic respawns its defenses – sometimes in hours – and often allows the duo learn to summon what it eats, resulting in new and more powerful defenders being added to its repertoire.
Do not feed a dungeon. When you delve, do not leave anything behind – corpses, food, items, packs, trash – everything remaining will fuel the dungeon’s growth.
What dungeons are most feared for is the phenomenon known in on parnce as a ‘dungeon-break’ and it is to this phenomenon that we will devote much of our discussion. When a dungeos monsters, they ofteo go into a frenzy and then rampage around the tryside causing chaos aru. These monsters never return to the dungeon, perhaps indig that the dungeon has discarded them.
While the existence of se dungeons is a highly troversial topid the subject of endless debate, I say for certain that I have entered dungeons that were intelligent enough to ejeon-frenzied moo loot nearby towns for corpses and material which were then brought back to feed the dungeon. Yes, non-frenzied – flying in the face of hundreds of years of established research. If you ever find yourselves in a duhat begins behaving uably, get out, a help immediately.
Dungeon-breaks vary in severity from a few low-level monsters, which be handled by a simple quest at the local Adventurers Guild, to much more dangerous events better cssified as natural disasters. In 1193, for example, a previously undiscovered dungeon in the Elorthian Empire ejected a horde of several thousand Armored Drakes, all of which were of an abnormally high level. Quelling the break demahe bined might of the entire Empire and the damage destroyed half the cities along its western coast. It took years to trol the break and the Empire never recovered from this disaster, causing it to splinter into the modern kingdoms of today. It is this type of event – and many like it – that has resulted in most kingdoms adopting the pragmatic policy of wiping out everything in a dungeon as soon as it is discovered.
There is one known way ter a dungeon-break iionally. When the final boss is killed, all remaining live monsters will be ejected as a dungeon-break in the final death-throes of the dungeon. This is why Pathfinders must always clear the entire dungeon before killing the final boss.
It goes without saying that iionally provoking a dungeon-break is a capital crime in most civilized nations.
- Lyeneru Silverleaf, Lecture to Novibsp;at the Elven Pathfinders Guild, Ciradyl Chapter.
Aliandra
Ali fled through the endless darkness, alohe soles of her bare feet spped painfully against the cold stone pavement. Her headlong flight sent her plunging deeper and deeper into the maze of twisted streets, past the endless parade of dark stone ruins. The icy fingers of dread cwed at her gut as the things stalking her in the shadows drew ever closer. Her skin crawled uhe malevolent gaze of their glowing red eyes b into her back. The soft chittering of the hunters whispered in her mind, and her legs suddenly froze, inexplicably rooted to the ground. She screamed – but no sound emerged, only the creeping shuffle from behind. Slowly she turned, her eyes widening at the sight of a wickedly gleaming dagger in the darkness.
You have been afflicted with Domain Withdrawal.Separation from your domain weakens you.-10% to maximum health.Affli – Duration: Indefinite. t: 7
Ali woke with a start, covered i and shaking. Frantically, she looked around for the Kobues but found only Mato sitting by the door of the house they were camping in. He nodded kindly toward her.
Just a dream.
While it was a dream, she had been waking up to the same dream every day. Each time she was endlessly fleeing frues she couldn’t see or escape, only to wake as the final Ambush attack arrived. I’m depressed and terrified. She finally admitted it to herself. The st three days they had speurning from the library had sent her spiraling downward into despair. Even Mato had been overly ed. She k, but nothing seemed to help.
The biggest problem was that her fear was not irrational. In three days, her domain withdrawal would kill her. That was, if she didn’t die from a rusty dagger or stray Fireball first. She g her health total, already knowing what she would see.
Health: 60/60 (-70% Domain Withdrawal)
Wouldn’t even need a Fireball. Tripping over a cracked paving stone might just do it.
“Shh,” Mato cautioned. In the distance, she heard the clig of Kobold talons striking stone and the soft sounds of their strange chirping voices.
Warrior – Kobold – level 10Warrior – Kobold – level 7Mage – Kobold – level 8
The two warriors seemed to be having an argument, with the rger ouring emphatically at the air with his rusty sword, while the Fire Mage followed along a few paces behind, head bowed in ption, as if she were staring at her own tattered crimson robes.
“Shall we attack?” Mato whispered.
Ali sidered. She would have to worry about hidden rogues no matter what. But it was rare to find patrols that were within their level range, and they were quickly running out of time. She nodded her agreement to Mato before the patrol got too close. She felt his body twisting in the darkness o her as he prepared himself.
With a roar, Mato charged the warriors, smming into them with a loud crash. Ali sent all her wolves except oo attack the Fire Mage.
“Guard me,” she instructed, croug down behind the st wolf.
Immediately, the Kobold mage began to summon her fire, illuminating the dark street with ominous red flickering light. Ali’s wolves spread out and began harrying her, darting in and out with snapping jaws and wicked snarls while Ali unleashed her Are Bolts on the mage, i on killing her as fast as she could. The Fire Mages were by far the most dangerous Kobold they had entered; left alo would make short work of them.
With a loud detonation, the Fireball exploded among Ali’s wolves, tossing the charred and lifeless bodies of the two lowest-level wolves into a wall. Her thas tio press their attack despite having suffered grievous burn wounds. Standing close enough to take advantage of Mato’s aura, her stomaotted with a queasy blend of hunger and disgust at the sudden stench of sulfur and overcooked meat.
The Bear fought off to the side, his back up against a low, crumbling wall, actively engaged with the two Kobold Warriors, fortunately looking to be in okay shape so far. At least his healing magic is active. He still teet it when his rage took over.
Suddenly, the wolf guarding her growled, hackles raised, nose sniffing the air ily. Eyes widening, Ali scrambled backward. With a snarl, the wolf s the air, but instead of the expected cck of teeth smming together, there was a horrifying ch, and warm crimson blood sprayed across Ali’s shirt. A midnight-bck Kobold materialized before her with a wild screech of pain, its wrist cmped in the jaws of her Starving Wolf. Its free arm moved in a sudden blur, and Ali looked down to find a dagger embedded in her chest, still in the grasp of wicked Kobold cws.
Oh…
The Kobue yahe dagger free. Ali felt it slipping out from between her ribs, but to her astonishment, there was no blood. She gasped, toug her skin, but there was no sign of a wound to be found. Nor could she feel any pain.
How… It was as if her wound had vanished, drawn off into the aether by some mysterious force.
The wiry Kobold hissed in apparent disbelief, lunging with the dagger once more, but this time, Ali reacted. Her barrier popped ience, blog the dagger strike with a loud crack. She scrambled backward, raising a shaking hand to shoot. Golden Are Bolts weaved erratically through the air, but her focus was steadier than her hands by far, and they adjusted mid-flight, smming into the rogue with a steady thump, thump, thump as it struggled to free itself from the grip of the wolf’s jaws. Ali backed away further and further as the rogue stabbed furiously at the ned shoulders of the wolf hanging on to his mangled wrist with grim determination. A loud detonatio a cussion wave through her body, but she ig and focused entirely on the rogue in front of her.
With a final, vicious overhead strike, the rogue plus dagger through the skull of the wolf and turned on her. Ali yelped and hid behind her barrier as she directed more and more bolts to circle around, smming into his bck-scaled hide. He dodged bad forth, trying to pass her barrier, Ali frantically recreating it to block him each time. Obviously frustrated, the rogue smmed his daggers into her barrier repeatedly, and, to her horror, small cracks and chips began to mar the golden surfader the power of his assault. Releasing her Are Bolt spell, she shoved some of her rapidly dwindling mana into Grasping Roots. The rogue howled furiously as the thick, gnarled roots entangled his legs and tail, but Ali simply scrambled back further, tossing up a precautionary barrier, and began to empty her mana into a new flight of Are Bolts.
See how you enjoy the taste of these!
Suddenly, the rogue stumbled, and three more bolts smmed into him before he colpsed among the roots. Before Ali could register her relief, an intense ball of fme collided with her barrier aohe barrier shattered and her body was lifted off the ground in a wave of heat and pressure that smmed her through the doorway of the house behind her, and into the wall on the opposite side. She crumpled to the ground, and in her daze, she realized she had fotten about the most dangerous enemy of all. She had just enough awareo throw up another barrier before a sizzling Firebolt smmed into it. That would have been my head. Still on the ground, Ali fixed her attention on the murderous Fire Mage. P her remaining mana into her Are Bolts, she watched the graceful curves of radiance as they arced around her barrier and out of the doorway to hammer into the mage’s sternum, leaving small smoking holes in her crimson robes.
The Kobold staggered backward with an aghast wheeze that seemed to ironically mimic the precipitous dee of Ali’s mana pool, before suddenly crumpling in a lifeless heap. Ali winced. Ouch. So, that’s what too little vitality looks like … guess the Alpha must have wou before?
Ali sucked in a deep, ragged breath, coughed at the acrid sten the air, dragged herself up, and limped over to the downed rogue. She destructed the corpse and all his gear to restore her mana while surveying the remains of the battlefield. Her Alpha Wolves were both reduced to smoking corpses, while Mato was engaged with the st remaining Kobold Warrior. He had several nasty wounds on his torso and especially on his left f, but they were slowly closing uhe influence of his still active healing magic. Ali sighed in relief, spending her newly restored mana to add her Are Bolts to the attack, while she stepped cautiously closer. Mato must have been close to finishing it already because it dropped quickly after a few strikes of her are magic.
Mato quickly shifted back, stumbling a little from slowly closing wounds on his legs as he walked over to join her.
“Did you… take that dagger wound?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said quietly, slumping down to the ground to sit near her, breathing heavily.
“Thanks.”
He saved my life. Ali rubbed her chest where a phantom pain still lingered. It had been a strike of porecision – an Ambush, she sensed – and she had beeain she was dead.
Ali surveyed the remnants of the pitched battle strewn across the street, realizing that every single one of her wolves had beeroyed by the Fire Mage. In her panic over the rogue attack, she had made a grave mistake. Ign the mage could so easily have gotten them both killed. Her internal litany of rebuke at her failure trailed off as she noticed her Grimoire appear and flip itself open.
Quickly, she checked the notifications, surprised that she hadn’t registered the building pressure of the pleted imprint.
Yroup has defeated Dagger Rogue – Kobold – level 8.Yroup has defeated Fire Mage – Kobold – level 8.Yroup has defeated Warrior – Kobold – level 7-10 x2.
Identify has reached level 7.
Imprint: Kobold pleted.Imprint: Crude Dagger pleted. Imprint: Crude Leather Armor pleted.
Ali blinked o the glowing notifications and then checked her Grimoire. In all her despair, she had fotten the basics of how her Grimoire worked. She had been destrug Kobolds for days. Equipment too? That’s iing. Now I make rusty daggers and smelly Kobold armor.
At once, she trated on her Grimoire, seleg the st empty chapter for the Kobold imprint.
Mato got up to begin dragging the corpses of the Kobolds over for her to dispose of. He g her curiously, clearly notig her Grimoire was out and glowing.
“I got something,” she expined, eling her mana into the imprint. A couple of mier, a lean, bck-scaled Kobue suddenly appeared before her. All her dreams and terror around these Kobues flooded her mind and she took an involuntary step backwards; in the er of her eye, she saw Mato stiffen, clearly on the verge of rushing to protect her. But the creature simply bowed low and spoke quietly, his voice filled with familiar chirping sounds. Ali’s Sage of Learning drained a few points of her mana as it tried to help her uand the creature’s i, but its speech remained unintelligible. At least she khe Kobold was hers, and not a threat.
Your reserved mana has increased by +60.
Rogue – Kobold – level 8
No longer afraid, she studied the creature. Its gleaming bck scales ailian face looked almost beautiful in the dim flickering light of the remnants of the fireball explosions.
I must be insane. Or biased because it’s mine.
“Wow,” Mato breathed. “That’s going to help a lot if we get it some gear.”
“I think I do that, too,” Ali said, thinking quickly. Of all her imprints, the one she was least excited about was the Giant Spider. Fog her attention, she directed the dagger imprint to that chapter. Immediately, the Grimoire erased the spider imprint and repced it with the crude dagger.
Well, that was easy. Too easy? Have a little care, Aliandra …
Charily, she sidered her remaining imprints. The pnts she wao keep. Stone was turning out to be useful for barrig doors. Her Starving Wolf imprint seemed superior to the Sewer Rat imprint, and Mato had told her they were smarter fighters, so it came down to a choice between the wood imprint and the rat imprint. Ali hadn’t found much use for making wood yet, but she felt that the Sewer Rat was definitely obsolete – too low level. Deade. Sighiween her ched teeth, she repced the Imprint: Sewer Rat with the new Imprint: Crude Leather Armor.
Ali spent the few minutes making a full set of leather armor and a pair of daggers for her rogue. When she handed him the items, he simply nodded respectfully and immediately equipped the armor aed out the daggers with a few air-swipes and mock-stabs.
I could make another one. She had more than enough mana at this point, especially now that all her wolves had been killed. She destructed the Fire Mage and the Kobold Warrior corpses to refill her mana and then summoned another Kobold and mear. It was nothing like summoning a Sewer Rat. She stumbled a little and sat down, drained from the effort and tration required to summon so much.
Grimoire of Summoning has reached level 9.
Now it levels up. Ali frow the notification. After all the tradeoffs she had sidered to acquire her new imprints, she now had a new bnk ninth chapter. I guess I always go lear again if I o. No. I have enough monsters. Keep it in reserve for now. A shame I ’t imprint five hundred more health.
Your reserved mana has increased by +51.
Rogue – Kobold – level 7
The new Kobold bowed to her immediately, just like the first one had, and thewo of them spoke softly together for a while. Ali’s mana slowly ticked down as her Sage skill tried its hardest to help.
Is that actually a nguage? I guess it must be, although I’m getting nothing.
While she had been w with her Grimoire, Mato had piled up all the corpses and gear in the house for her to destruct.
“Hey, does this work for you?” Mato asked, holding the Fire Mage’s robe out to her. It stank of sulfur and looked like it might have once found use as a rag for swabbing the cursed remnants of a warlock’s failed summoning ritual over a volit in some deep fotten hellhole. “It might actually be close to your size.”
Ali g her clothes. She had been about to dismiss the idea on general principles, but her shirt was burnt through by the Fireball. It might actually be better. I probably smell just as bad too. She took the offered robe and dubiously identified it. As soon as she did, her eyes widened, and she immediately tried it on.
Whoa, nice! Maybe I should Identify things more often!
Tattered Robes – level 7Resistance: 67Requirements: Intelligence 25Body – Cloth
Ali adjusted the torn robes to her slightly smaller frame, tying off a few pieces so the cloth wouldn’t hamper her movement – or expose her butt due to the hole the Kobold had made for her tail. Her status immediately updated to show the effect.
Resistance: 67Magic Damage Redu: 23.02%
Ali nodded slowly. Even though the robe was torn and smelly, the resistance would grant her an impressive amount of magical damage redu against any mo her own level.
Sweet. I would have loved that a few minutes ago, she thought, recalling her brief Fireball-fueled flight across the room and into the wall. “Thanks, Mato.”
“Sure. ime, we’ll find you a prettier one.”
She began to fold her arms in annoyance, before deg this needed a joke. “A prettier girl Kobold to join my team? You’re so thoughtful.”
He began to belly-ugh, but muffled the sound with his hands. Pointing at her twues, Mato said, “You want to go try those guys out? We should be able to handle some of the higher-level patrols, now.”
For the first time in days, excitement rose within her. He’s right, we should be able to take some of the patrols we’ve been hiding from. As long as we pick carefully.
***
Ali stared at the patrol Mato had found. Among the higher-level patrols, there were several new variants of Kobold that they had not fought before. This patrol was no different.
Warrior – Kobold – level 10-11 x2Slinger – Kobold – level 11-12 x2
The Slingers were a soft, rusty-brown color wearing crude leather armor like the ones she had made for her rogues, but these were armed with slings and pouches of rocks.
With his typical roar and charge routine, Mato ehe patrol.
“Go, attack the Slingers at the back,” she instructed, mentally sending her io her two new Kobolds the same way she had directed the wolves and rats.
Immediately, she had to defend herself, throwing up a barrier against a barrage of small rocks that ricocheted off it with loud cracks. Aiming around her barrier, she fired off a stream of Are Bolts to keep the Kobold Slingers ho, while keeping a sharp eye out for cracks in her defensive magic. ues.
Hey, where did my rogues go? In her moment of distra, they had simply vanished, and now she couldn’t find them anywhere.
A momehere was a sudden spray of crimson blood and a howl of pain from one of the Kobold Slingers as her twues appeared out of the shadows behind it, their rusty daggers stabbing viciously.
My rogues have stealth! In almost no time, the hapless Kobold Slinger perished beh the onsught, and her rogues immediately moved to the arget with a quick exge of chirps and yips. A sizeable k of mana drained inte of Learning in response. Not now! Ali fired half a dozen Are Bolts at the st Slinger and was relieved to see it drop almost as quickly as the first one.
The sudden ued mana deficit from her Sage skill worried her, though. What if that happens in a close battle? Like the st one…
She instructed her rogues to go help Mato, still r and sshing at the two warriors, and immediately lost a k more mana as their chirping calls were analyzed by Sage of Learning. Ali had not expected she would regret having a learning skill she couldn’t disable. Quickly, she rao the corpses and destructed them just in case she needed mana in an emergency. Thankfully, the warriors succumbed to their attack without any surprises.
Ali was so pleased with the performance of her rogues, that she summoned another Kobold as soon as she had recovered her mana.
Your reserved mana has increased by +51.
Warrior – Kobold – level 7
Ooh nice, I make the warriors, too!
She gave her new green-scaled warrior Kobold the iron shirt and rusty sword from one of the warriors they had just killed and destructed the rest of the gear.
With the soft chirps of her new minions following them, Ali found that their progress had accelerated tenfold. They were able to take on many of the patrols that they had previously been forced to hide from, saving an enormous amount of time skulking about in dark houses hoping to go unnoticed. In the few hours they had left of the day, they made more progress than iire three days prior.
As they settled into a new hiding spot for the night, Ali scrolled through all the notifications.
Yroup has defeated Slinger – Kobold – level 12.Yroup has defeated Slinger – Kobold – level 11.…Yroup has defeated Warrior – Kobold – level 1rove Warden has reached level 9.+10 attribute points.
Are Bolt has reached level 9.Barrier has reached level 9.
Without much thought, Ali immediately put all her attribute points into vitality. Her seventy pert withdrawal turned what should have been fifty points of health into a paltry increase of fifteen.
But Ali was happy to have any increase at all.
That run-in with the stealthed Kobue and the feel of the dagger slippiween her ribs hadn’t left her mind even for an instant. If Mato hadn’t been close enough…
***
Name: Aliandra AmarielRace: FaeTitles: A
Css: Grove Warden – level 9- Grasping Roots – level 5- Are Bolt – level 9- Barrier – level 9- Grimoire of Summoning – level 9- Runic Script – level 7- Sage of Learning – level 7- [Locked]- [Locked]- [Locked]- [Locked]
General Skills- Reading – level 7- Identify – level 7- Sculpting – level 2Aptitudes- Languages: A Dal’mohran, Elvish, Dwarven, ana (Affinities): Are, Nature- Tiny (Racial): The effects of Strength and Vitality are reduced by 50%- Magical (Racial): The effects of Wisdom and Intelligence are increased by 50%- Mana Sense (Racial): You are sensitive to nearby mana- Domain (Css): Your mana increases with the size of your domain, up to +100%- Domain: -10% maximum health per day domain withdrawal. You have Domain Seributes- Vitality: 50- Strength: 4- Endurance: 15- Dexterity: 10- Perception: 11- Intelligence: 38- Wisdom: 32
Equipment- Body: Tattered Robes – level 7
Resistance: 67Magic Damage Redu: 21%
Health: 75/75 (-70% Domain Withdrawal)Stamina: 150/150Mana: 363/520 (157 Reserved)
Grimoire: Imprints1- Moss2- Wood3- Crude Leather Armor4- Crude Dagger5- Starving Wolf6- Mushroom7- Stone8- Kobold9-
loped along the game trail, his feet making absolutely no sound as he passed over rod soil alike. His body was almost invisible, appearing as a vaguely shifting shadow in the dappled light of the forest. He and Malika had ventured quite far south already using the same approach – he would hunt patrols and lure them back to where Malika y in wait, and they would take care of them together. Ohe path was clear, they would move up together a the process.
His Explorer skill told him that he was getting closer to the warren – there were many more tracks than he had seen before. He kept his eyes open and sed the trees and bush for any signs of Goblins as he tinued, following trails, dodging through trees, always trag. ing to a rise, he slowed and found a denser patch of shade in which to approach. He stepped forward carefully and peered out into a small clearing.
What he saw was nothing like what he expected. Down in the clearing were fures, standing around a small fire, horses tied to a tree at the edge of the clearing. One of the figures was hooded and masked, wearing bck leather. Two of them were huge bulky brutes, and the st was a slender catkin woman weariher and pying with a dagger.
He reized all of them.
What are they doing here?
It was Kieran Mori and his underlings, Ta, Adrik, and Edrik. The very same criminals that had pushed Ali and Mato down the hole and sold him and Malika to the Kel’darraraders. His jaw ched but he stood absolutely still, willing himself to give nothing away. He wasn’t familiar with their perception skills, but he had no desire to face them again. Even with his Explorer skill masking his sound, and Eclipse masking his image, all save Ta were well beyond his ability to Identify and the quality of stealth skills depended heavily oive level difference.
He waited patiently while they simply sat, the two thugs telling each other off-color jokes to pass the time while trying to get Ta to participate. Mori stood apart from the others, not joining in.
was beginning to get a bit a the unfunny jokes as his stamina slowly leaked away to power his stealth skills, when three more people appeared, entering the clearing and an obviously pre-arranged greeting. By their garb, they were all merary rogues or Assassins, and ted at least twelve daggers and four swords among the three of them.
“Did you find it?” Kieran Mori asked.
“It was as you expected,” the presumed leader of the new group answered. She was the one carrying four swords, two on her bad two at her left hip. “We had to desd a long way before we found the boss.”
“Did you kill it as I asked?”
“Yes, it was a difficult fight – some kind of mutant Goblin Warlord – but we were successful. Everythi crazy. You should see the break soon.”
Break? Boss? had been having a difficult time figuring out what they were talking about, but the moment the merary captain had mentiohe ‘break’ he had a most terrifying realization.
The Goblins are not ing from a warren. It’s a dungeon! And then he uood what they had dohey triggered a dungeon-break… on purpose? How? Why? Given the people in the clearing below, it could only be something awful.
“When will we get paid?” one of the dagger assassins asked.
“Edrik, Adrik, please take care of them,” Kieran said, his tone bored.
The meraries’ quick smiles turo shod surprise as Adrik and Edrik approached, pulling out their swords and activating their skills. The first merary had no ce, his head nding with a spt in a pile of leaves, the shocked expression still glued to his dead face.
“You bastard!” the captain shouted at Kieran Mori as she drew the two swords from her back.
Kieran’s form flickered with shadow and a deafening thundercp filled the clearing. saw only an afterimage of the bck hooded rogue before he appeared in front of the merary captain, his spear impaled through her chest. She twitched a couple of times, her legs dangling a foot above the ground before she slumped dead and he dropped her off his on, making it vanish.
Only a supreme act of will kept him from fleeing. They would have been on him in a fsh. found himself holding his breath and tried to let it out soundlessly, knowing his life depended on the few seds.
Adrik and Edrik held the st merary down while Ta stabbed him in the back.
Kieran watched expressionlessly until the rogue was dead and then he addressed Ta. “That’s how you take care of business. . Nobody to talk. Now, go make sure the Goblins are headed in the right dire, I hem at Myrin’s Keep’s gates in a couple of days. See that it happens.”
Turning to Adrik and Edrik, he said, “You two, get back to town immediately and make sure everyone knows about the new prote prices. Bring my horse with you and take care of the corpses. We have moet to it.”
With that, he produced a vial full of dark liquid and threw it at his feet, creating a pitch-bck cloud around him. When it dissipated, he was no longer present.
shivered despite himself. Had Kieran Mori been a being of lesser power, this whole thing might have passed for a charade.
Shortly, Adrik and Edrik rode off to the north, and Ta vanished into the shadows, while stood silent, sidering the enormity of what he had just witnessed.
They created a dungeoo attack Myrin’s Keep… so they make money? was stunned by the callous disregard for the lives of the townsfolk. The farmers, and ordinary people who would have little prote or n, would likely die by the hundreds. Maybe thousands. Those who couldn’t affuards were likely to be preyed upon by both the monsters and the criminals.
I have to get Malika. We have to get out of here. Despite the urgency, he waited in the shadows until he was absolutely certain Ta was long gone.
Turning on his heel, he sprinted back the way he had e. If Ta successfully provoked the Goblins into chasihere would be a horde bearing down on them before they k.
And we’re still days away from town.
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