Teardown Quest Repelled! Your legend grows!
50% rebate on lost fame!
Teardown summery!
Your Casualties:
1 Automatic Pit Trap
1 Kobold
3 Goblins
1 Human Necromancer
You lost:
155 (50% of 310) Fame!
Their Casualties:
Level 10 Necromancer
Level 20 Inquisitor of Ekul
Level 15 Disciple Of The Palm
Level 11 Thundertouched
Level 9 Druid
Level 11 Flametouched
Level 20 Rhythm-Keeper
You Gained:
96 Animus
The Commoner's Cloak
Necrotic Skull
1 Healing Potion
1 Mana Potion
234 Gold Coins
2 Steel Daggers
3 Wood
2 Bear Tongues
6 Bear Pelts
1 ale keg
2 Animal Traps
3 Nails
2 10 foot poles (Poor Quality)
8 2 foot poles
The notifications blink in front of your unseeing eyes as your mind replays the moment over and over.
Level Up!
Level Up!
She looks up.
Her lootbag falls.
Teardown Quest Repelled! Your legend grows!
She looks up.
Her lootbag falls.
Level Up!
Level Up!
She looks up.
Her lootbag falls.
Teardown Quest Repelled! Your legend grows!
You're not sure how long it's been. Your eyes sting from the smoke that drifts in the air and imparts a strange, ghostly calm on the scene.
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Level Up!
The goblins, the surviving ones, are huddled by the stairs out of the arena. Their village is all but gone, the source of the smoke. Their faces are slack, oddly barren, as they turn things over in their hands – Small bones, some berries, a piece of wood. All that was left in the lootbags of their fallen friends.
Teardown Quest Repelled! Your legend grows!
The kobolds are no better, sat a third of the way around the sandy ring. Their friend didn't drop anything. You didn't even know Sapphire knew them that well.
Level Up!
Level Up!
Between them sits the gulf of magic that used to be your training pit. Mana unleashed, nearly formless and uncontrolled in the final moments, still sparks and spits in the air.
Teardown Quest Repelled! Your legend grows!
“How long until we know?” Mercy asks, her voice low and rough. She's been sat with you wince she healed your wings, at the other side of the arena, equidistant from the two grieving groups.
You shrug.
Level Up!
Level Up!
She looks up.
Her lootbag falls.
After a short eternity you manage to speak.
“I don't know. I would have thought it would have – when the adventurers were gone.”
the silence stretches.
Teardown Quest Repelled! Your legend grows!
“And we won't know if she made it? Unless she... until she respawns?”
You shake your head.
Stupid. Stupid. I should have done something. Kept her safer, or made her go and talk to people. Offer to barmaid at the inn, or made a secret room or -
“Red. Stop.”
Mercy's hand is cool on your shoulder. “It wasn't your fault. She chose to fight. To try and save you. Don't cheapen that with guilt.”
You snort.
“That sounds like a quote.”
She favours you with a wry smile, but doesn't speak again.
Level Up!
Level Up!
She looks up.
Her lootbag falls.
And you sit.
And you wait.
Until the sun comes up.