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Woe is me.
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somethings that had caused her harm. It was the spinning tail that one of the clones didn''t fully track, the powerful flexible appendage whipped out and clipped one of the clones'' legs, sending it flying off balance.
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blind. Even if it had been more intelligent and more skilled it would not have been able to take advantage of what it could not see. Without access to my sight, I would have been dead long ago in its place.
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too much in the way – and the second was that the ''vulnerable'' [Shadow Clone]s Verrick had made clearly had a bit more health than I did. Each time I was hit I had to sprint to get away so I could heal up in time. After one particularly bad such instance, when I''d tried to take out one of its eyes and misjudged my attack slightly, I''d had to use my final healing potion, only just removing it from my [Inventory] in time before the Cockatrice caught up again.
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The Cockatrice''s Egg 5/5.
Deliver the Cockatrice''s Egg.
You delivered the Cockatrice''s egg but she wasn''t too happy when she detected the evidence of the High Priest''s rituals.
With the High Priest and his allies nowhere in sight, the enraged beast took her anger out on you! But, you were able to defeat her and her mates.
Reward:
5250 EXP
Bonus Reward:
Total Kill count: 0
Contributions: 1
Bonus EXP awarded: 1000
Total EXP awarded: 6250
Due to special actions, you have gained:
Agility +1, Strength +1.
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The Warden''s Trial.
Complete the Warden''s Trial.
Difficulty: Legendary, Scaling.
Level recommended: N/A.
Reward: 1000 EXP/TL.
Title: Warden of the Watchtower.
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How... descriptive. Not.
The Screen had appeared in my vision the moment I emerged from the inky black portal, and I wasn''t pleased with how little it explained, nor was I pleased with the difficulty rating.
I dismissed the screen and turned to inspect the room I''d found myself in. Light marble covered the floor and walls, the walls appeared to have a black stone inset within – obsidian perhaps? - that formed flowing, linked runes. The room had five walls, and once the portal that transported me here disappeared, I could see it had no windows and no doors either.
Creepy, I shivered at the thought of being trapped down here.
There was clearly some airflow in the room as I could feel a slight breeze coming from the also-marbled ceiling above. Glow stones were set in sconces in each corner of the room, lighting the whole place up in a harsh off-white light.
I''d come in at the junction of two of the walls, and directly in front of me on the other side of the large and sparse room, I could see an amber gem inset in the wall, the runes were spiralling out from it. It was about the side of my head.
Halfway between me and the gem, a red circle had been painted on the floor, a pentagram painted within that, and between the two diagrams, more tiny runes had been written.
From the coppery taste in the air and from its colour, I could tell it had been painted with blood, though there was no obvious source in the room for the blood.
In fact, other than myself, the gem and the summoning circle there was only one other thing in thing of note in the room.
It was also why I could tell it was a summoning circle.
A man stood within the circle, he was perhaps seven feet tall. He wore a black suit that wouldn''t have been out of place in the upper echelons of society back on Earth, a white shirt and red tie finished his clothing ensemble. He was barefoot.
Or barehoofed, whichever term better applied, he was red skinned and black-eyed. No hair sat upon his head, instead, two dark bronze ram''s horns curled back over his bald pate.
"Hi," his voice was deep and pleasant.
"Errm, hi," I responded, this wasn''t quite what I''d expected, "who... who are you?"
"Me? I''m Demon Prince Zzeltrakrixz Ryitrakzi Nerbrolg, but you may call me Zel, pleased to make your acquaintance." He held out his hand as if expecting me to come over and shake it.
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