Drugov Arseni Georgiyevich

Jazak stepped up to his companions and spoke, “We’re going straight to the City Spire. We will be there for a while. Come on.” He begins to run in the darkness, the Elf begins to chase him, and Arseni takes a second, before beginning to follow. He could have sworn he saw someone in a cloak for a second, but he could have been mistaken. After all, it is very dark currently. Following, he held tight to his father’s, no, Chief Georgi’s shashka, intent on using it if necessary.

Soon, as they ran, the lights came back on, nearly blinding Arseni, who had to quickly sidestep to avoid trampling the Moon Elf, who he simply scoops up and continues to run. The Elf begins to protest, but relents as she realizes her eyesight will be a hindrance for a small frame of time. Jazak was still sprinting, and Arseni began to realize he could speed this up far more if he carried them both. However, knowing the pride of a warrior, he refrains, as it would be dishonorable to not overcome your own faults by dedicated work.

As they ran, the Moon Elf began to pout, but he ignored her, and the onlookers who were watching with mixtures of confusion and curiosity. Arseni looked at a few buildings that they passed by, and noted their more artistic designs. He smiled lightly seeing the freedom of creativity, and was reminded of his homeland, where Chief Georgi plans his strikes. His blood begins to boil again, and he remembers why he left home. His pace increases, and he can hear Jazak become startled as the Orc begins to pass him. Jazak calls out, “Hey! Carry me! We need to get there immediately!” Arseni simply throws a hand out and yanks him up to his shoulder, carrying both and sprinting as fast as he can, remembering all the shit he had to go through.

After almost an hour of moving towards the Spire, they arrived, and Arseni was almost completely out of breath. He had slowed down at a point, but was still going faster than the other two at that time. Setting them down, he takes a moment to breathe, while the Elf steps to the side with an annoyed look, and Jazak begins jogging into the Spire. The Elf begins running after Jazak, leaving Arseni to himself. Taking a seat on a nearby bench, Arseni begins to recuperate, at least until he hears a young voice, “Pardon, are you an Orc?” Looking to the voice, he finds a young Dwarf, whose beard was yet to pass their neck. Simply nodding, Arseni remains silent, watching the Dwarf’s movements. The Dwarf simply nods, then points at Chief Georgi’s shashka, “So that’s a weapon from the Orc tribes?” Arseni simply nods again, and watches as the young Dwarf’s eyes alight with enthusiasm. The Dwarf grins madly, and speaks, “May I see it!? I wish to study it!”

Arseni shakes his head, but still pulls it free from its sheath to show it off, not allowing the Dwarf to take it from his hands. Though this action saddens the Dwarf, he begins pulling out a notepad, and starts sketching the blade, and how he thinks it was made. Arseni watches with concern and curiosity, as he knew the Dwarves were a craftsman race, and he was perhaps getting to see the beginnings of a new weapon. The Dwarf speaks after sketching the shashka, “What is the name of the weapon in the Tribes?” He begins looking at the blade while Arseni answers, “Shashka.” The Dwarf nods in response, writing down the name, as he speaks, “It looks rather fancy, are all of them made this way?” Arsenia shakes his head, as he answers, “Nyet. This is a Chief’s, I stole it when I left.” The Dwarf nods slowly, and begins writing again. Then he looks up, and asks, “Would you like a better one? For showing me your weapon, I would like to repay you. I may be an apprentice, but I have been told I am rather good.” Arseni shakes his head, prompting the Dwarf to frown heavily, then shrug and walk off as he says, “Well, if you change your mind, come find me in the Head Smith’s forge.”

Arseni is silent as he remains seated, taking the time to calm his body. He was not in much pain, but his lungs still burnt slightly. He sheathed the sword, and closed his eyes. After another hour, he saw Jazak and the Elf approaching him. Standing he began walking over to them, as Jazak spoke, “I need to see both of your statuses. Especially if you’ll be keeping around me.” The Elf was silent for a second, and seemed a little apprehensive about showing her personal information, but she looked startled as Arseni showed his with no hesitation.

Drugov Arseni Georgiyevich

Orc Darkblade 68

Strength: 20

Dexterity: 20

Constitution: 20

Spirit: 16

Armor: 10

Dodge: 4

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Health: 200/200

Mana: 30/30

Relevant History (Allowed by Arseni to Show)

Born to the Chief of the Drugov Clan, Arseni left secretly due to hatred of his father and his plans, stealing the prized blade of the Drugov Clan. Arseni then worked odd jobs, finding his way to the Dwarven Kingdoms, where he would encounter a fighter stronger than him.

Arseni speaks calmly, “I have nothing to hide. Prowess is all that the once proud Drugov Clan cared about. As such, I will follow you, no matter the danger.” Jazak nods in silence, then looks at the Moon Elf, who jolts then relents.

Alais Valnana

Moon Elf Huntress 57

Strength: 20

Dexterity: 18

Constitution: 11

Spirit: 15

Armor: 0

Dodge: 3

Health: 110/110

Mana: 30/30

Relevant History (Allowed by Alais to Show)

Born and abandoned, Alais grew up in the treetops of a small town at the edge of the Elven Queendom. She would steal a bow and quiver of arrows to hunt for herself. At first, she was caught, and the town guard took pity on her. After a long time of repeated offenses, they would get upset, and lock her away. Once she was done serving her small three day sentence, she would manage to steal a bow and quiver again. This time bringing more than she normally did. After handing over a good portion of her hunt to the guard as a bribe, she sold the rest, letting herself go hungry for one night. Then another. Then another, until she had finally gained enough coin to buy her own bow and arrows.

Once she was old enough to leave the town, she would take the name of her town as her last name, and she began to travel, hunting and selling what she did not need. Eventually she would arrive in the Dwarven Kingdoms, catching and selling beasts of all kinds.

Jazak spoke, as Alais looked down in embarrassment, “We will need to change your class. Hunters are the lowest rank you can have. You will need to be higher. We will begin going now. We have to find the terrorist who destroyed that power station.”

Luné Alpenglow

“So you really can’t see these?” Luné gestures to the three floating screens, only to hear a confirming grunt from the Dark Elf man. She looked down to the two Beastmen who were hugging her, and saw confusion and concern on their faces. Looking back up, she began to realize that these three screens were far more important than the screens everyone would see when someone simply asked for their status window to show, or how her normal interactions with Codex’s territory would appear in physical space.

Silence takes the room, and Luné decides to close the three messages at the moment, as she speaks in a worried tone, “That’s strange, but I’ll deal with it later, since no one else can help me think about it.” Koto and Miyoshi look at her with worry, as Koto speaks, his tone conveying as much, “Are you sure you are alright?” Luné smiles and nods, “I feel a bit numb where I got hurt, but I’m fine.” She starts to try getting up, causing Koto and Miyoshi to back off, and Cloud to start standing as well. Luné looks around the room as she gets to her feet properly. Looking about, she decides she will need to work on the dungeon itself now. She then says, “I’ll be staying in here, working on the dungeon. I should be fine for now. If I see something wrong while I’m looking through Codex’s eyes, I’ll tell someone.” Koto and Miyoshi, though looking worried about Luné still, begin heading back upstairs. Luné looks to Radoc, who pushes off the wall and starts walking away as well. Cloud was the only one refusing to leave, but that made sense for Cloud. She was very motherly to them all, after all. She needed to keep an eye on Luné, or she would not be able to stand still. Luné pats her head, then touches Codex, joining with it again.

As her senses come back, she can see the whole dungeon, and she can feel the extreme amount of mana that had been accrued so far. She began to expand, intent on getting as much space as possible. As she did, she found diminishing returns. Despite this, she kept going, just wanting to gather as much space as possible. Once done, she began planning out her areas. The area that had a wall, sadly only on one side so far, was to be a town-like area, where anyone entering the dungeon would be safe. It was also a nice spot to start an exploration of the dungeon. She had some of her sproutlings, foxes, and bears begin gathering stones and digging. She watched them begin building a path towards the road, and by extension, Woodshade. This would also be a safe space, so that those entering Codex peacefully may find themselves unassailed by her monsters.

She began planning out an area for research, as she could not just go and gather potions from Woodshade. They would run out rather quickly, especially with the amount she wanted to utilize. She quickly marked more and more areas. An arena would be built here, or an entrance down to the caves would be built here in the style of a mine entrance. It was the beginning of her beautification project. A pretty, interesting, safe, yet still dangerous dungeon was her goal. A place she could allow adventurers to enter, and train.