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Vol3ch2 Way of the Dragon
Over the course of a single week, the caravan Don accompanied was attacked three times. The first attack was an ambush by a raid party of bandits. The second and third were unlucky encounters with herds of monsters that happen to be passing by. Don was assured that such bad luck was very rare, but he was still glad to see the crossroads and capital city come into sight.
"Don," said Astra, the merchant he had been sitting across from for the past week. "Will you be leaving immediately or will you spend some time in the city?"
Don originally planned on leaving as soon as he could, but when he saw the look on Thessa's face as she spotted the grandeur of the capital, he knew he couldn't just leave.
“Thessa and I will explore the city for a bit, then we’ll be leaving for the north.” Don answered.
She had yet to ask, but when Thessa hear Don say they could explore the city for a while she beamed and hugged him.
Astra said, “Well, we will be staying at the Windrider’s Inn. Should you choose to stay the night, there will be a free room waiting for you.”
Don figured as much. The caravan had stopped every night at an Inn to allow the drivers and such a good rest, something Don appreciated because Thessa’s skill level for polymorph was still too low for her to be able to maintain her disguise while sleeping. And although Don had been given a room free of charge each time, occasionally Astra would use the time to get to know Don, or the NPC equivalent of get to know, she was trying to bring up her familiarity with him. The only thing she did bring up though, was Don’s experience in making up lies on the spot.
When the caravan reached the city gates, Don got off and Ritz was there to meet him. She handed him a purse of coin and said, “Here you are. For your help in defending the caravan, I threw in a bit more. 35 gold for a week’s work isn’t bad right? If you ever need full time work, we have offices in most cities in these kingdoms.” She left with a wink, something Don responded with a smile, though he didn’t know if it was his own or his NPC mask.
Don took Thessa on a tour of the city. She had never seen one before, and although Don had never been to this one, he had been to enough to know the general layout. He took her to the marketplace where he bought them both treats at a sweet shop.
Next they went to a tailor where Don told Thessa to look around and see what designs she liked. Don himself was faced with a problem. While playing the part of an NPC, he felt that his clothes weren’t good enough for a bard that looked like that. If he was to play that part again, he would need better clothes for it. This rose the question of whether or not to buy a better cloak for himself and Thessa to avoid attention or buy something to attract attention. He decided to buy both. Avoiding attention was useful in some instances while attracting it was useful in others. When Thessa showed Don a dress she liked, Don bought four of them, two for her, two for him to dissect. It had been a while since his tailoring skill had gone up a level, and at six, he was only two away from getting the handicraft skill so he wanted to make both of their clothes from now on. The price totaled 8 gold, 76 silver, and 22 copper for four dresses, one large and one small cloak, two minstrel appropriate suits, and a large amount of fabric.
Don wore the suit and Thessa wore her dress and they continued on. As they were passing an armory, Don wondered if it would be a good idea for Thessa to use a weapon. In dragon form even without dragon magic her physical stats were high enough to deal lethal damage with her fangs and claws. Using polymorph however lowered her physical stats. They were a bit higher than an average half-elf, but without her magic she was relatively defenseless. Don thought it might be a good idea to get her a way to fight without magic, just in case.
Don walked up to the man in the counter and said, “Excuse me, but could my little sister try out some of your weapons? If she finds one she like I’ll buy it.” It wasn’t a premiere armory so even if she chose to most expensive one it would only cost 22 gold.
The counterman shrugged and said, “Sure.”
He plucked a rapier off the shelf and handed it to Thessa saying, “This is about your size, give it a few swings.”
She swung the blade experimentally a few times but said, “No, I don’t like it.”
The man rolled his eyes, took it and handed her a heavier long sword, like the ones Don used. He probably expected her to struggle with it, but she swung it as easily as she did the rapier. Even as a young half-elf, her level was still 103 from all the monsters she'd hunted in Ranbull Heights. Don asked, "How is it?"
Thessa shook her head, “No.”
Next was a short axe, but she said it didn’t feel right while swinging it. Then was a short bow. She notched an arrow and fired at a small target, almost dead center, something the astounded both the shopkeeper and Don, but she said no to that as well. After that was a small mace, but although she could swing it as well as any barbarian, she said it didn’t feel right either.
Last was a knife, she swung it a few times, reversed her grip, and swung it a few more. She tried a few other things with it and said, “This one is ok.”
Don smiled and asked the man to show all his knives. Thessa picked one that had a short white handle that made it easier to grasp and a slightly curved blade. The stats of the knife were shown below it.
Ivory Razor
Durability 40/40
Damage 16-20
This knife was sharpened to the finest edge on an hilt made of animal bone.
Requirements:
Level 30, Strength 50
Effects:
Increases the chance of scoring a critical hit.
Price:17 Gold
Don smiled, the durability was low but the price was good. Don bought it and a sheath that came with it so Thessa could wear it around her waist. He would get her a better one later when he had the money to do so.
After they left, Don asked, “Why a knife over the rest?”
Thessa answered, “Because it is just like using my own claws.”
Don thought about it and figured that she was comparing the use of the weapons to her own natural weapons: claws, teeth, and breath. When Don took another look, the knife did indeed have the look of a long claw.
“If we’re in the company of other people and a fight breaks out, you can use that, ok?”
Thessa nodded. Don was tempted to get advice from his sister. Her class was Scarlet assassin, she wore distracting dresses and used knives, so she could show Thessa a thing or two. But then Don remembered that Thessa and Sierra had hunted together in Ranbull Heights when Don wasn’t around.
“Thessa, did you see Sierra fight with knives?”
“Big sis? Yea, we played a lot. I remember.”
Don wondered just how much she remembered. She had never used a bow, axe, or mace before, but she had seen mercenaries use them during the battles on the way to the cities. Was that how she knew how to use them? A sword, axe, or mace was one thing, but knowing how to fire a bow just by seeing an archer fight was a different matter. Maybe it was just something she inherently knew, like how she could recognize spells by looking at them. It was something to think about while walking.
Don took her through the main streets before spotting the local church of Leu. As it appeared around the corner Don took in a breath. It was the largest he had ever seen, and he had seen quite a few. Even Thessa seemed amazed by the size of the thing. Don figured the church was like that because it was the capital city of the kingdom.
Don asked, “Want to go inside?”
“Can we?” She asked excitedly.
“I think so.”
Don walked up to the massive door where three paladins stood guard. Don said, “Can I show my little sister inside?”
One of the paladins smiled at Thessa, her cuteness had that effect on people, but he said, “Sorry, but only representatives and members of the church may enter.”
Don smiled and said, “Not a problem then, I recently became a member of the church of Leu.”
Another paladin looked at Don and after a moment said, “You seem to be telling the truth. Do you have business in this church?”
Don said, “Nope. Just wanted to pay my respects to Leu and show this one around.”
The paladin said, “Alright,” before opening the door.
Don and Thessa walked inside, Don bent down to tell her, “Thessa, the god who runs this church really helped me out before you hatched. Also, he can see and hear everything in this place, so if you want to say something to him you can do so. Come on.”
Don looked up to the statue and said, “Leu, this is Thessa, Thessa, this is Leu.”
Thessa looked at the big statue and said, “Thankyou for helping big brother.” Don smiled, hopefully he had let them give good impressions of each other. Don showed her around a bit and said hi to a few priests and paladins. After getting a good look they left. Don thought he may get stuck with a church quest but for now at least it seemed that they didn’t need him.
Next Don took Thessa to eat. They found a large restaurant that smelled good enough to make Thessa drool but wasn't overpriced. It served Barbecue basted in an smoky, tangy sauce. By the time they left, the bill had reached 5 gold, 23 silver, which was impressive considering a full rack of ribs was only 28 silver there. It wasn't enough to completely fill up Thessa's stomach, but any more and it would've attracted attention.
Still, the pair left satisfied. Although they had a free room waiting for them at another Inn, Don got a room at a cheap on the other side of the city to spend the night. It wasn't that he was completely avoiding Astra, but he felt a strong foreboding that for the last night they spent under one roof, she would be insistent on, 'increasing her familiarity with Don.' He didn't know how to tell a woman she wasn't his type. Ritz on the other hand was a different story, but she seemed more interested in using Don as a tool.
Thessa curled up in the large bed In her dragon form and went to sleep. Don was going over the old Actos journals he had been given. One was an old journal the artificer had written in his youth, the second was a more recent one filled with ideas Don couldn't even play with until his artificing had reached intermediate. Since he was going to give the older one away to gain favor from an artificer NPC, he wanted to memorize all the interesting tidbits.
The next morning they set out for the north. To make up for time they decided to head straight north instead of following the winding road through hills and around forests. Most people would need a compass to do such a thing but Don instinctively knew which direction was north whenever he saw the sky, day or night, as long as it wasn’t covered. The path would be more dangerous but Thessa had been itching for a fight since gaining dragon magic.
It took less than an hour of off road travel to encounter some opponents. A pack of lizard knights, level 120 mobs spotted the pair and ran to attack. Don told Thesa that she had to keep her half-elf form while fighting since polymorph hid her dragon aura. In the presence of a dragon, even a young one, most monsters run away. Polymorph suppresses it, so unless the opponent has high sensitivity to such things, they won't know they are already doomed.
Thessa waited for the dozen or so mobs to get closer, before muttering something. Don had his mana sight on to see it. Threads of mana shot towards the lizard men and started spiraling. An instant later a frigid wind blew at the knights and threw them off there feet. When it died down, the lizard knights were covered in several inches of ice. Don knocked it experimentally, it was as hard as rock. "Thessa, can you melt this? Don't want to leave evidence."
"Ok." She spoke some more dragon magic and the ice melted. The lizard knights were dead.
They found a few other random mobs wondering around and Thessa tried something different each time. Lightning for the wolves, fireballs for the kobloids, earth spike for a troll, it didn't take Don long to realize she was using the same spell for each though. Seemed to be an elemental command spell. She never tried the Lightning Shower spell she used before, she told Don that she wasn't experienced enough to use it properly.
"Ok Thessa, new plan. From now on when we meet weak mobs, use your knife. When you get really good with it I'll get you a better one."
"Do I have to?" She was disappointed because as a dragon her magic, immature as it was, could go head to head with opponents whose level was much higher than her own. Fighting enemies with her ‘mortal’ physical stats would be much, much slower. It was the difference between the speed of a bird flying through the sky compared to the speed of the same bird walking on the ground while wearing weights.
"Yes Thessa. I know you want to explore the world, make new friends, and have fun right?"
"Yes!"
"Then you have to master blending in with mortals. Mortals get stronger the hard way. So if you do as well, you'll know a lot more about them. Remember what Uncle said? The power of dragon magic can corrupt even dragons. I would never forgive myself if you became corrupt." After that Don hugged Thessa for emphasis on how much he cared about her and added, "There is nothing wrong with practicing your dragon magic for when you need it but if you mastered another way of fighting you would not have to rely on it."
Thessa sniffled and said, "ok big brother. I promise I won't become bad."
Thessa didn't use dragon magic for the rest of the day, she fought using the knife while Don watched her back. The pair camped outside and found a good spot away from the roads but close to monsters for Don to log out for his work week.
Four days, two Royal Road weeks later, Don logged back in and Thessa had gained two levels without using dragon magic. For an ordinary character that might not sound impressive, but dragons require exponentially more experience points to reach each level than any other species. Although a level 103 dragon can use its magic to kill 30 level 150~200 soldiers in a single spell, it might not gain a single level for it.
When they reached the forest just south of the mountains, Thessa stopped walking and said, "Big brother. There is something. Something over there. It's wrong."
She was pointing through the forest, Don had no idea what she was talking about but he went with it anyways. "What do you want to do?" He asked.
"It can't be here. Have to remove it." She spoke uncomfortably, like she didn't like what she was saying.
Don said, "If it has to be done, lead the way."
She nodded and lead Don through the forest. After two hours of walking they came to an old shack, long abandoned.
"It's close. It can't be here." She lead Don into the shack, but nothing was there. She looked around but without finding anything, grew more and more upset.
Don used detect, and the room glowed for a bit. A panel on the wood flooring shimmered, and Don opened the secret hatch.
A black mist oozed out of the space, Don's hand came into contact with it, and it started to grow cold.
You have been infected by Dark Corruption
Corrupted areas will act against your will.
Upon complete corruption, your body will act as a servant of evil.
The coldness started to spread down his arm, he no longer had feeling in his hand, but it started to open and clench on its own. Don felt fear greater than when he had been surrounded by dragons, as the cold reached his shoulder.
"Brother, no! Rorllerck Crestditrick Escorrol Do!"
Don’s body glowed with warm, white light.
Holy Protection
Immunity to unholy curses
Resistance to black magic increased by 30%
For 20 minutes.
The cold feeling rescinded and after a moment he could wiggle his fingers again. The black mist was still hovering around the cellar door, it did not go further than a foot past it.
"Are you ok brother?" Thessa asked.
"Yes, thanks to you. Is this the stuff that shouldn't be here?"
"No, it is down there." She looked worried, but not for herself.
Don wasn't going to let another worry about him so he said, "Alright then, let's go." And walked into the cellar.
The black mist was hard to see through but it didn't affect him, and as long as it didn't take longer than twenty minutes he was fine. Don opened his inventory and took out a sunlight rod. It absorbed sunlight and could release it. Don used it as a flashlight, the bright light pierced the dark mist and showed some of the details of the room. The cellar was not a dungeon entrance as Don first thought it might be, but a study of some sorts. At one end Don found a dead man. At the table in front of him was a journal, and in his bony fingers was a knife. Don suspected he knew how the man died.
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From the stairs down into the basement came Thessa, she was slightly glowing, and could be easily seen through the black mist even without the light. She looked around and pointed in the back. "That!"
Don could barely hear her, like the mist muffled sound as if the words had been spoken underwater. Still Don saw what it was she pointed at. It was a corner of the study that was darker than the rest of the area. Don pointed his flashlight at it and on the table reflected a small object. When he got closer he saw it was a black shard. Don wasn’t sure if he should touch it, but he had already come this far. He touched it and nothing happened. The protection spell was still working. Don used Identify.
Fragment of the Dark plane
Durability 89/200
A piece of a world that destroyed itself long ago. It carries with it energy that drives destruction and has the potential to destroy this plane.
Requirements:
Unholy Chaotic Alignment
Penalty for using without requirement is complete corruption
Options:
If applied to a weapon, damage weapon deals will cause dark corruption. Corrupted beings will follow the weapon owner’s orders if the requirements are met.
“Wow, that’s really evil. What now?” Don asked Thessa.
She stared at it and her hair turned to feathers as she gained her dragon form. “I need to destroy it.”
Don placed the shard in the middle of the floor of the study and Thessa started breathing white fire on it. Her dragon breath dealt both fire and holy damage. It took about five minutes but the shard finally burnt out and turned to dust.
Thessa collapsed from exhaustion. The black mist slowly dissipated and in under a minute was completely gone. Don asked, "Feel better?"
Thessa nodded. "Uh huh. Lots. I just, I had to."
Don said, "You don't need to explain yourself. Stribog told me that most dragons dislike foul things. He said that as a holy dragon, you are especially sensitive to these, and will feel certain compulsions. This was one of them."
Thessa looked worried, an unknown urge to do something was scary to someone so young, especially if they didn't understand it themselves.
Don put his arm around Thessa and said, "Don't worry. I saw what that thing was. You were right, it didn't belong in this world. It was good that you destroyed it."
Besides the fact that it comforted the holy dragon, Don said it because it was true. The more he thought about it, the more terrifying the shard seemed. What if a dark mage equipped it to his magic staff and cast an area of effect spell that damaged a large group? There were spells that could hit hundreds of people, a single wicked person could've used that thing to build a massive army of corrupted beings, man and monster overnight. Don was pretty sure protection spells of holy dragon level were not common, and without such a defense, an army of corrupted lead by a corrupter would be unstoppable.
Don had some questions he needed answered, so he took the dead man's journal on his way out and left the cursed shack.
They continued north through the forest and made camp when they saw the mountain come over the horizon. They would reach the city in a few hours, but elected to do so when well rested. Thessa slept in a tent so even if someone came across the campsite they wouldn't see a sleeping dragon, and Don read the journal he had taken from the shack. It was the log of an archeologist.
As the sun rose rose over the mountain range that extended all the way west, Thessa came out of the tent in her cloak. They went to the last city as tourist, this one required a more subtle approach, especially for outsiders.
Don lead the way to the mountain side and followed it till they found the path marked by a sign.
-Greyfell ahead
The path lead to a massive gateway dug into the face of the mountain. It's stone door was open wide, the tunnel inside was lit by dozens of lamps. Don and Thessa walked through a few hundred meters to the end, and saw the enormous, underground city that extended in every direction and lit by star like spheres that hung from the ceiling. Thessa was wide eyed and speechless, Don likewise.
"It's beautiful." Thessa said aloud.
A short man walked up to the pair and said, “Thankyou. Welcome to the city of Greyfell.”
Don turned to the gnome and said, “Thankyou. It is truly a pleasure to be here.” before bowing graciously.
The gnome looked stunned then let out a loud laugh. “Hahaha, a polite elf you are. So what brings you to this fine city?”
Don decided that this guy was not an NPC, so he answered frankly. “Well I’m here to get an artificer’s license.”
This surprised the gnome more than the pleasant greeting. “Ohh, that right? Well getting one isn’t so easy. Are you looking to be an artificer?”
“No, I got a class that keeps me stimulated. I just want the license. Are you an artificer?”
“No, no. Trust me, when you see an artificer around here, you’ll know.” Then he let out another round of laughter, like he knew an inside joke that Don hadn’t been let it on.
Don saw that the gnome’s clothes were nondescript robes that could be worn by any class. He knew a great deal about Royal Road and thought about all the common classes for gnomes and which one this guy was. He considered that fact that he completely avoided the last question without giving his class.
“I see, you’re a thief then?”
The gnome let out another laugh. “Ha, you bet I am.” He didn’t seem to mind that he had been caught trying to get close to and pickpocket a tourist.
Don said, “Sorry but I’m broke. Besides, my most valuable treasure isn’t in my inventory. She’s right here.”
Don rubbed Thessa’s head and she giggled.
Don asked, “So why do you hang out here?”
The gnome answered, “Plenty of reasons. The main one being this is where people go to find me. Everyone knows I’m here, and if they find a dungeon that needs a skilled trapbuster, they can pick me up as they leave. And as I wait between jobs, I can greet the visitors and lighten the heavier pockets.”
It sounded to Don like good business strategy. Don said, “That’s cool. I think I’m gonna be here awhile. I’ll look for you if I find a good dungeon.”
The gnome laughed again. He was a very free-spirited fellow and seemed to like how easy going Don was. “Sounds good, I’ll keep an eye out for ya.”
Don and Thessa left the little man. As Don rounded a corner he checked his inventory, just to make sure. Now that he had given Leu’s Essence back, Thessa’s egg hatched, and his moonlight swords had been broken beyond repair, he really didn’t have any valuables left in his inventory. But that didn’t mean he had nothing important.
Don let out a relieved breath when he saw that the artificing journals were still there, and nothing else was missing.
Don and Thessa explored a bit. The shops included part stores for artificers, ingredient stores for alchemists, even book stores that sold magic spells.
Now he wanted to see Luthur, the head of the Artificing guild in Greyfell. Several months prior, Don found a map to the hall of Actos, the workshop of a great artificer. Upon acquiring the map, he automatically received a side quest, one that did not count towards the three quest limit, to find any information on Actos and bring it to Luthur.
The Artificing guild was a massive tower that almost reached the top of the cavern. All along the sides of it were giant gears that slowly spun, as if the whole building were an enormous clockwork machine. Don wanted to take a closer look inside, but the guards at the door stopped him. Two armored gnomes blocked the path, one said, “What business do you have inside?”
Don said, “I wish to see Luthur, the head of the guild.”
“Why?” one of them asked. The other said, “The head is a busy man, you’re not like to see him.”
“I see. Is the head’s offer still valid?” Don asked.
“What offer?”
“The offer to reward anyone who brings information about Actos.”
This caught them off guard. One said, “I doubt you have anything the head doesn’t already know.”
The other said, “But if you think you do, tell us and we’ll check it out.”
Don rolled his eyes, it wouldn’t be that easy to claim credit for what he had on him. “Well, I have Actos’s old journal.”
“What?!” One exclaimed, “Let me see!” said the other.
Don said, “I’ll let Luthur see it and no one else. Is he in?’’
They looked at each other, then back to Don. One opened the door and lead Don in followed by Thessa.
“Take a seat, I’ll speak to the Head about this.”
The gnome went to a small steel cage next to the stairs and threw a lever. The cage rose and was gone. A few minutes later it was back, and the gnome said, “Alright, go on up. Third floor, first office on the right.”
Don and Thessa went up the stairs. Thessa was behaving herself since Don promised her a present later, so she didn’t say anything or wander off on her own.
Don knocked on the door to the room, but no one answered. A moment later, from the hall behind him, came a gnome with a thick leather overcoat with half a dozen pockets, small black burns on the tips of his fingers, smoke coming off a singed piece of hair, and goggles over his eyes that had several lenses that could be clicked into place over the eyes for different levels of magnification to use when necessary.
Suddenly Don got the joke the theif had been laughing at. ‘Trust me, when you see an artificer around here, you’ll know.’
The gnome walked up to Don and said, “Hello, I’m Luthur, did you really find Actos’s journal?”
Don said, “Yes, would you like to see?”
“Oh yes!” He exclaimed, happy as a school boy. He rushed past Don and Thessa to open the door to his office and let the two in.
He sat down and Don got two normal sized chairs out for himself and Thessa. Don took out the journal and said, “Now I hope it is alright that I’ve read the contents.”
He looked confused for a second and asked “Why would that be a problem?”
Don didn’t answer but set Actos’s old journal on the table. Luthur opened it and examined the inner cover where Actos had his signature. He then flipped through a few pages, closed the book and said, “Yes, without a doubt, this was done in his hand. Where did you get it?”
Don had been considering this lie for a while and said, “A bookstore in Thor Kingdom. found it in an old trunk. None of the other books inside the trunk had any relation to artificing. I asked the store owner and she said the trunk was sold to the store long ago, a dead man’s collection to be sure.”
Luthur nodded and said, “I see. Well I am still indebted to you for bringing this. The ideas are a bit outdated, but Actos’s blueprints have always proved highly efficient. I have little doubt that studying these will help improve artificing as a whole.”
Don wondered how artificing as a whole would change if he gave him Actos’s recent journal, but the robo-gnome implied it would be better if Don used it solely for himself, at least for now.
Luthur continued, “You came because you wish for the reward, yes?” If Don did, then the gnome knew he would get the journal for sure.
Don said, “Yes, though what I have in mind for a reward may not be what you were thinking, but it is easily within your power to give.”
“Ohh, do tell.”
“Well, I am not an artificer.”
Luthur blinked, “You’re not?”
“No, but I did learn the skill from making a few things in that book. I would like a license so I can sell what I’ve made and get above the beginner level.”
The gnome considered this for a moment before saying, “Can I see something you’ve made?”
Don took out the sunlight rod. The blueprint he based it off was in the old journal on the table so he wasn’t being inconsistent with his stories.
“Hmm, you want to sell these?”
“No, I want to sell these.” Don took out the rings he made that boosted stats at the cost of life.
“Ohh, I’ve never seen a syg like this.” The gnome was referring to the blood empower syg.
Don took out his statue of an Artificer and said, “Use Identify on this.”
He did so, and said, “Ohh. Is it ok if I write this down?” Don figured anyone with the Artifice skill would get knowledge on the syg if they used Identify, like Don had on the statue.
“Is it ok if I get a license?” Don made it ultimatum time.
Luthur said, “Hmm, regardless of the skill you come here possessing, I can’t just hand you a license.”
Don said, “I’m aware. If apprenticing another is what it takes, I’ll gladly do so.”
Luthur looked relieved. “Oh, in that case, we can work something out. I must admit this is usual. Outsiders are not taught the artificing skill till after apprenticeship is gained, but we can make an exception for you. Was that what you had in mind in exchange for this?”
Don smiled, “Yes, and one other thing, well two, but it is something easily within your grasp to obtain.”
Don took out a slip of paper, it was a diagram of a certain design that was in the journal as well as some parameters.
“Two of those. Apprenticeship and two of those, and the book is yours. I’ll throw in free use of Blood Empower to play with as you please.”
Luthur looked over the paper thoroughly before smiling. “I see. This is no ordinary request, but such a price is nothing compared to what you offer. Something close to this came out a few years ago. I always keep a few in my shop to play with, they just need a few modifications to fit these parameters. Please wait here this won’t take long.”
The small gnome left the room, and ten minutes later, returned with a box. “Here you are, exactly as you specified. Also, I insist you take this as well, for the effort you took to bring this book to me.”
Quest Complete: Actos’ Legacy
You have delivered information about Actos to the head of the artificing guild
You received 1200 gold
You received 2 modified Dragon’s Breath
You have leveled up!
You have leveled up!
Familiarity with members of the Artificer’s guild has increased.
Don had forgotten that the quest to get the journal was ‘C’ rank so it gave him plenty of experience even after all this time. It was also a good payday, he had been just about broke for a while now.
Luthur said, “I’ll find someone who is willing to take an interesting apprentice later today. Come back to the guild tomorrow and it will be done.”
Luthur thanked Don again and Don likewise before they shook hands and parted. When Don and Thessa left the guild, Don told her. “You were very good, so here is your present.”
Don handed her the box. She opened it, revealing two magic guns.
Dragon’s Breath
Durability 90/90
Attack 30-37
Range 10
Firing rate-20 shots a minute
The most popular model magic gun from the RX series. The model boasts the highest degree of optional customization of any magic gun on the market.
Requirements
Level 100, INT 220
Custom
Attack and firing rate changes with different cartridge types.
Elemental type can be changed by an artificer.
Don said, “You liked the knife because it was like your claws right? Well as the name suggests, these are like dragon breath. With these and your knife, you'll have access to close range and long range attacks.” Don pointed to different parts of them and showed her how they worked.
Thessa looked over the pair of guns. The handle of the second had an additional modification the first didn’t of having a left handed grip, this would allow for the dual wielding of both guns simultaneously.
Thessa picked one up, pointed it into the air and pulled the trigger. A ball of fire shot out at rapid speed and hit the roof before bursting. She looked excited and said, “I love them! Thank you big bro!”
Don smiled. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction when she saw what those guns could really do.
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