Robert Wilson
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"Where the hell did everyone come from?" Misa said, looking around in slight bewilderment. "There weren't this many adventurers around when we left." "Word got out, I'm guessing," Sev agreed, frowning slightly. "Means it's a big announcement." Vex was mostly silent — the lizardkin didn't particularly enjoy crowds, instead using Derivan's presence to deter onlookers. Indeed, the other adventurers tended to give Derivan a bit of a berth. Something about his armor being intimidating, he…-
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Derivan finished off the last of the polishing with a bit of a flourish. The others were working through the massive array of food that Sev had purchased, with Misa absolutely demolishing everything that was set in front of her. They glanced over at him from time to time, making sure he felt included, and that had been... nice. "Well? Did it feel like a massage?" Sev grinned at Derivan. The armor chuckled faintly, glancing over his now-shining armor with a small amount of burgeoning pride. "I am afraid…
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It took a while to get away, for the priests wanted to question them on what happened. A nervous Misa had to fend them off and explain that even trying to talk about it was dangerous, and explaining To Sev's room, specifically, where they typically gathered at the end of the day. "I'm sorry," Sev spoke first, shaking his head. "You guys were worried about me, and I think maybe I didn't take that seriously enough." "No fuckin' kidding," Misa muttered, but she sighed, seeming to soften a little bit as…
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"I need eight healing potions and five mana potions," Sev said. He hadn't even looked up at the vendor yet, his eyes too busy flicking over the wares they had available — surprisingly high-quality potions of all kinds, actually. The divine mana emanating from them was stable, rather than fluctuating like was common in lower-quality potions. Priests made good potions, but they weren't typically Then he actually looked up. And... kept looking. "Wow. He's tall," Vex said. The poor lizardkin, the…
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"It was a castle," Derivan began. He remembered that much. "A place of cold stone and dark skies. I did not know it at the time, but it is what I now know you call an open dungeon — the kind with unclear boundaries, that draws adventurers in without their realizing. The kind that never breaks, and only grows. The dungeon had secrets, I believe, and a fabricated tale involving an old lord of the castle. But I was not privy to many of those secrets. Before my upgrade to infiltrator, I was considered a…
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Derivan "There are thousands of these symbols," Derivan commented, staring at the scroll, then looking up at Vex. "You have all of them memorized?" "Well. Not Vex sighed, leaning back into his chair; he'd already expressed this exact thought several times while Derivan had been reading the scrolls. Derivan's voice was amused when he responded. "It's not magical?" "It's not magical!" Vex threw his hands up in the air. "Even my class doesn't feel all that magical, for all that it gives me 'root…
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Derivan and Vex had both retreated to Vex's room. It was a mess, still, but the lizard cleared out a space on the floor for the armor to sit. Comfort wasn't a strict necessity for him, Derivan assured his friend — though that didn't stop Vex from fretting about it. "You're sure you don't need a chair?" Vex asked again. Derivan, equal parts amused and exasperated, chuckled. "Comfort does nothing for me, Vex," he said. "It is the same reason I do not need my own tent and bedroll when we make…
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"A slime stat doesn't make any fucking sense!" Misa groaned, throwing up her hands with exasperation. It was, if Derivan was counting correctly, about the fourth time she had made the declaration. She was pacing about the training field, wearing grooves into the dirt with her boots. "What's it even supposed to do? A slime is a type of creature, not a stat!" "You seem particularly distressed by this," Derivan noted, watching Misa with mild amusement. He supposed he should feel more concerned — but he…
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"A "Max," Sev said, rubbing his temples tiredly. "You're my favorite clerk but now isn't the time for this. That was "Maybe more," Misa chipped in. Vex nodded as seriously as he could, from his position half-hidden behind Derivan. "Sorry," Max said, though she sounded only halfway apologetic. She gave them a genuine smile, all traces of disbelief and incredulity vanishing as she glanced at Misa and the others. "It's a bit of an inside joke. I can't believe you guys managed to get a grade six, though.…
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The party was quiet and downtrodden, even as they began their journey back towards the Guild. They had reported the formation of the dungeon, of course. That was a necessary procedure, and it helped them, too, to engage with something approaching normal. The dungeon meant better resources for everyone in the region, possibly better gear. It was entirely possible that the mana crystal shortage for all the nearby villages could be solved with this, depending on how the politics of dungeon ownership shook…
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