Last, but not least, summoners. Long story short, these people are wild cards. No matter what, always remember this fact. Summoners are flat-out force multipliers. Falling short of golemmancers, who make permanent drones, summoners bring numbers to the fight. An example of a summoner is a dragon conjurer. Basically, for a short amount of time, they have the power of a dragon at their fingertips. A dragon’s breath wipes out a horde of enemies while up on the battlements. A dragon’s scales can fill in for a frontline while their skill is active. Even a dragon’s libido can be used by them to guarantee strong ofspring. Of course, you have to get the approval of a dragon first before they can be of any use. That is the flip side of wild cards. There is always a downside. Considering how willing dragons are right now to have extra help guarding their nests, getting one to agree to help will not be too hard. Just make sure you pick a young one. Getting bonded to an older one set in their ways sucks, or so I hear.

Anyways, more onto summoners. They come in three categories. They are powerful initially but have almost nothing in growth potential. Basically, they start 50+ levels ahead but they earn 1/2 what they should every level. So someone equal level at 75+ destroys them. Turn around on this is, they will get there first. Because while your sorry rear is killing stuff on your level, they are skipping to the big kiddy pool.

The second is conditional growth, the dragon conjurer, is one of these. They have explosive potential and starting ability, but they need a kickstart from someone else. A dragon, a god, an eldrich horror (side note, bad idea... just no.), and there is always a price to pay for the power. Become the servant to a dragon after a hundred years, donating half your earnings to your diety... Your sanity and soul... (I will never forget you, Todd) Is the price worth it, usually yes... usually...

The last kind of summoners is the exponential growth hax. These guys will lag behind everyone else for who knows how long, and then bam, they start to snowball. Necromancers are the go-to example of these. (side note, if you are a necro, ask for a reclass potion RIGHT NOW... No joke, they will not even collar you. They will straight up rip you apart.) Right, moving on, Necro snowballing. They start with weak zombies and skellies. (personally, skellies are better) The main problem here is resources, aka dead bodies, and no it does not work on demons. It has been tried... Soooo... the undead are weak chaff, their power comes from numbers early on... and guess what, your command point limit makes that kinda hard to do. Hence the early bottleneck. Now... assuming they get to a decent level and have not caused a catastrophe or gotten themselves lynched (in more than one term) then they start to grow more powerful rapidly. Better summons and larger hordes. Eventually, they can get to the point of undead dragons and zombie demigods. Now they are a force to be reckoned with. Of course, there is a reason we are all living, breathing people. The last necro to rise to power was ten thousand years ago, and well, the gods (the one that made this dirtball) dropped a small moon on his head. Ever since necros are hunted literally religiously.

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Now that you have read all that, you should be about finished with your dinner. (or about to start) So do not worry about the cost of ‘this’ meal, which is one of the best they will serve. (cost about 1 gold tip) it is covered this time. But from now on it will cost you. For the love of god, do not be a cheap and go bread and water. You will need a balanced diet. Once you are done, I would go to the desk and write out a list of immediate needs. You know a few changes of clothing, maybe something else to calm the nerves, ring the right most bell and take a bath. A servant will come in, clean up your sloppy mess, and set out a change of clothing.

Jeff could not help but put the finished note down and look through the papers for the prostitute list but only glanced at it before deciding not to partake. There were a bunch of humans, about as many beastkin, and a few exotic choices such as elves and dwarves. He even spotted a one hundred and eleven-year young dragonkin. Putting the paper back into the stack, he finishes his glass of wine and goes to the desk as recommended and writes out a full set of clothing then decides to have three brought to him. As well as a notebook that would end up being his future journal. Afterward, he pulled the correct rope, went to the bathroom and took a bath in the hot tub-like bath, and dried off before collapsing on the bed without bothering to dress.