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You have received a new Party Invitation.
Felix de Reklo Etrallinger has invited you to join ''[Inspect] sharing''.
Do you accept?
Y/N
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Join the club brother. I hate this thing too.
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Ring of Minor Blood-Dart
A simple silver ring enchanted by a Novice [Enchanter] many years ago.
Quality: Poor
Rarity: Uncommon
Weight: 5 grams
Durability: 17/20
Enchantments:
Minor Blood-Dart.
Magically infuses Blood to Dart at your opponent.
Charges: 10/10.
Charge Regeneration: 1 per 5 minutes.
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Well, shit. I realised, with some consternation. That''s not coming off anytime soon.
Yay, how fun!
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“Fucking Garb.
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Into The Fire
A Frying Pan crafted by a Journeyman [Blacksmith]. Then enchanted by a Master [Enchanter] some years later, for reasons unknown.
Quality: Well-Crafted
Rarity: Legendary
Weight: 1.5 KG
Durability: 8649/10000
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Improved Durability, Improved Bludgeoning, Burning, Scatter-fire.
Upon activation fires 2-5 fireballs out of the base.
Charges: 1/1.
Charge Regeneration: 1 per hour.
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So, that''s how I found myself some twenty minutes later, awed by finally setting eyes on this ''Watchtower'' while trying to ignore the snickers of the nearby guards that milled around near the entrance. I ignored them, instead taking in the sheer majesty, height, and impossibleness of the Watchtower. As a reference, the tallest artificial structure in my world at the time I left was the Burj Khalifa, a structure that had held the title for almost thirty years, topped out at an impressive 829.8 metres. As a side note, the Japanse were in the process of building a set of triple towers that would be mutually supporting and would reach just over 1200 metres in height.
These towers, in order to reach their impressive heights, had built their bases as a threeway buttress. In comparison, the Watchtower was perfectly round at its base and shot straight up, without tapering until it reached the tip. I asked a nearby guard in a moment of forgetfulness – ''I'' should have already known the information – how high the tower was.
He claimed that it was precisely 1km tall and 10 metres in diameter, with 100 floors total. Those were some tall ceilings... Also, the whole thing was a dungeon.
I figured it for a blatant rip-off of a similar structure from a certain anime. Only, I wondered if it were the other way round? This Watchtower must have been here for years.
Once I was done inspecting the impressive structure I made my way over to the group of people waiting near the wide marble steps that led up to the impressive – but sealed – double doors of the tower I was supposed to be ''claiming''.
"Empress, I hope you don''t expect to cook your way through the dungeon!" The nasal tones of The Imperial MoC reached me as I approached.
I glanced down at the frying pan held in my right hand and the blood-filled wineskin in my left. "Nope, besides," I said lifting the wineskin, "this has blood in it. Not a very appetising cooking ingredient." I gave him a toothy grin to accompany my words – not that he could see it. "Also, I hope you don''t expect to talk your way through the dungeon, Belloff!"
The courtyard quietened at my words. At first, I thought it was shock at what filled my wineskin, but after scrutinising Belloff''s face, I figured that maybe it was something different. It had progressed through arrogance and annoyance to sheer rage and murderous intent.
"You know full well I despise that disrespectful and frankly insulting nickname!" He screeched in my face.
Wait... You mean your name isn''t Belloff? Crap... It seems I''ve done another oopsie.
I turned my glare to Verrick, who was standing alongside the Master of Ceremonies, and was trying – and failing – to hold back his smirk. Damn you! This is all your fault! Indeed, I didn''t remember anyone actually using his given name in conversation, only using his title when appropriate, as such my only indication of his name came from just before I was married.
Verrick''s failing attempts to hold back his smirk, turned to outright laughter as his gaze drifted down to my torso. The nearby guards also breaking their own silence as I heard various forms of giggling, snorting, braying and guffawing fill the air around me.
Holding on to my fraying dignity, and ignoring the purple-face MoC before me, I looked down to see what the Garb had transformed into that caused so much laughter.
Once I had fully taken in my new look, I also failed to hold myself back and I let out my first laugh since my dreadful arrival to my new world.
The Garb, in a fit of insanity that could only be explained by my terrible luck, had copied the MoC''s purple ceremonial robes exactly. Barring two very obvious differences.
The first being the head covering, I was still unidentifiable by anyone around me, thankfully.
The second, however, was the cause of all the mirth. On the front of his robes was a massive Griffin in flight, the magically enchanted embroidery looking like it was moments away from attacking you, in the background lay a longsword point down. This image was bereft from my robes, however.
Nope, instead, there was a massive cock and balls on the front.
Perhaps the Garb was just saying what we were all thinking? In any case, it didn''t look like it wanted to shift its form any time soon.
"My apologies," I said once I''d calmed down a bit, and thankful that I wasn''t required to keep a straight face. "What would you prefer to be called?"
He sputtered and growled at me, getting a fair amount of spittle on the Garb – it dripped off almost immediately – and finally responded, finally calmed down enough to talk in even tones. I knew the next time we were alone and without prying eyes, he was going to be quite angry with me. Oh well, it had been totally worth it. Besides, Verrick had been the first to laugh.
"You may call me whatever you wish, Your Imperial Majesty," he said. Though his tone said otherwise. "You are the Empress. However, I would prefer to be called by my given name, Elbellkioff, or as ''My Lord''."
Yep, I''m totally getting an earful when we''re next alone.
I decided to throw the still grinning Verrick under the bus – so to speak – as best I could when that happened. Also, there was no way I was going to call him by his given name, it was almost worse than the terrible nickname.
"As amusing as this little reprieve is, it''s far past time for us to enter the tower," Verrick said, cutting through the tension, reminding us of our true purpose here. "Come along, kids."
I grumbled at the – perhaps apt – description as I followed him. The MoC did far more than grumble but Verrick studiously ignored him.
Instead of going up the steps to the impressive double doors, that was the clear main entrance to the dungeon, Verrick went down a massive ramp to left. Following many crisscrossing rails along the ground. At the bottom of the ramp, there was a cavernous opening that led into a massive cave.
I paused in the entrance as I felt a hint of surprise at the size of the cave beyond. I knew I probably should''ve expected it, it being a dungeon and all, but the cave inside was far, far larger than the diameter of the tower we''d entered. It made me wonder just how large this place truly was.
There was a terminal of sorts at the far side of the cavern, a hub for the many mine cars that dotted the tracks. Dozens of passages were connected to the hub. And dozens more too small for a mine cart littered the walls. Few if any, of the mine carts, had any material in them, the place obviously fully cleared before we arrived. There was also no sign of any miners.
Off to the right, I could see another large cavern, that connected to this one through a short but wide passage, inside the flow of lava could be seen. Its flow manipulated to pass through and past the many forges that were scattered, seemingly at random throughout that area.
That cavern, too, was empty of life.
So," I said, stopping Verrick in his tracks, as he clearly had not intended on halting his forward march. "Remind me why we''re going into this mine, instead of the dungeon entrance above?"
He let out a resounding sigh, lips rippling impressively, "did you not listen to any of the planning session, Empress?" Err.. maybe I was too busy inspecting your handsome features... I blushed slightly remembering my inattentiveness. I was normally far more circumspect about checking people out. Plus I wouldn''t normally be so distracted during such a discussion.
Fucking hormonal imbalance strikes again.
"Like... some of it?" I said, trying not to give away too much of my ignorance. "I know I''m supposed to claim the Watchtower''s keystone and become the Warden of the Watchtower. Which lets me grant entry to adventurers and the like up to the 100<sup>th</sup> floor, you''re here to become Guardian of the Watchtower, letting you grant entry up to the 75<sup>th</sup> and.. Err... His Lordship, here, will become Gatekeeper of the Watchtower, allowing him to grant entry up to the 50<sup>th</sup>. As normally entrants would not be able to pass the 25<sup>th</sup> floor, else. And not enter at all without a Warden – I don''t understand why this is the case though. Nor do I understand why we''re down here, instead of entering upstairs?"
He facepalmed. I''d rarely seen anyone actually do such an action in real life, and never one of his station...
"Well, let''s see... The Watchtower is pretty unique as dungeons go, and we don''t rightly know why a Warden is necessary, but then very few dungeons have the same scaling system in place either. In any case, the reason we''re down here is because the Quest to claim the tower is different each time. All we know about the entrance to it is that it''s always located somewhere in this mine and that it is a three-person restricted dungeon with five floors. Plus the solo floor at the end where you face your individualised trial for whichever Title you''re attempting to claim. Now, time is limited, so I suggest we split up and search for the entrance. Don''t worry about needing to be vigilant down here. The mine is notorious as a non-combat area. Extremely rare for any dungeon. More so even than the scaling system."
Ah... Right... Thanks, very informative. I really should have paid more attention earlier.
We split up a little further in, the MoC and I retrieving one of the flickering torches from the walls as we each entered one of the many tunnels leading out of the mine''s entrance area.
"Are we sure this is the entrance?" I questioned, hoping Verrick would deny the evidence before us.
It''d taken me an hour of searching to discover this tiny crack in one of the side passages and hoping I was wrong in my assumptions I''d left it behind to try and find anything else out of place.
Another hour had passed with me searching frantically, hoping against hope that I''d hear the echoing calls of one of the others, saying they''d found the entrance. Instead, I''d finally come to the conclusion that this tiny gash in the rock wall was, in fact, what we''d all been searching for.
"Unfortunately, it appears it is so." Verrick had thankfully not questioned that I''d missed this on my first exploration of this tunnel. Whether because he believed me or just didn''t want to confront me, I didn''t know.
"Perhaps we should search a bit longer? I do not think I can fit down there." The MoC espoused. His size would indeed make it difficult for him to enter the hole. It was perhaps only just wide enough for me to fit in sideways, standing upright, but was only around three feet in height. I figured me and Verrick could probably manoeuvre ourselves down the twisting passage, but the lanky Moc would definitely struggle.
"Don''t worry about it, My Lord. I can simply [Shadow-Walk] us all inside until we are in the dungeon proper." Ah right, I''d forgotten he could do that now that he was better recovered. Still, judging by the massive bags under his eyes, he''d still yet to sleep. Meaning we were about to enter this dungeon of a trio that consisted of an exhausted level 100 [Shadowdancer], a slimy politician that I was unsure would be of any help, and a level 5, who was still learning how this new world worked, and would likely be of less help than the sneering slime-bag. Even if I was undoubtedly stronger, thanks to my mismatched Stats.
"I will scout ahead first, one moment."
In a flash of dark... uh, no that didn''t make sense, a blaze of darkness? An eruption of darkness? No. Hmm. A burst of darkness?
Ah yes, that one.
In a burst of darkness, Verrick disappeared from our sight, searching for where the passage ahead opened up again. Or to perhaps discover if it was another dead-end and we''d have to go back to searching.
[07:38:22]. I was running out of time. We all were. I dearly hoped this was the way forward, as depressing as it looked.
Verrick reappeared an another, uh, burst of darkness. His lips upturned in a smile. "This is the place. Empress, my [Shadow-Walk] won''t work on you due to the Garb, so you''ll have to worm your way in. We''ll meet you at the other end.
And with that, he disappeared in another burst of darkness, taking the MoC with him this time.
"Aww, fuck. I hope you''re not just fucking with me, Verrick."
After I''d let out a few more expletives I squatted down and eked myself into the restricting confines of the passage. The all-encompassing Garb, somehow not stopping the rough and jagged walls of the tunnel from bruising and scraping my skin. None of the scratches were serious, of course, but such minor injuries always took longer to fully regenerate for some reason.
When I finally made my way out of the twisting tunnel sometime later, I stood up to inspect the real entrance to the dungeon.
The passage opened up just before the entrance to allow us to stand side-by-side.
Contrary to my disappointment at what I''d percieved to be the dungeon entrance, I was instead satisfied. It looked like a proper dungeon entrance, a replica of what I''d come to expect from my various games.
The tunnel walls smoothed just ahead of us, and the tunnel led into a pulsating mass of darkness.
"No time like the present."
And with that cliche, we stepped into my first dungeon.
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