Boats on the edge of my map, at first just the two of them then four more. Instead of giving my island a wide berth as they have been doing, these ones seem to be on a direct path. I decide to make sure my paths are setup correctly and make sure everything is ready for what I presume to be the first wave of invaders. I rub my core happily, wishing myself luck, and float up to observe these new arrivals. I don't want to scare them yet, so I remain in my ghostly form hoping they have no way of noticing my body.
They look like humans, although none of them have much variety in weight, the ships are being blown with wind magic in the sails. Pretty cool if it wasn't so cliche, what D&D party didn't come up with that. Phasing through the hull of the first ship I'm greeted with a large amount of supplies, enough to build what I assume to be a small dock and maybe a shack. Above deck I hear conversations taking place, all about the dungeon on the island and the reports of a ghostly corpse moving about.
Oops, I guess I wasn't as sneaky as I thought I was. Moving to the next ship there's more of the same in keel and the conversations are all about the same as the previous ship, the bigger man in the crew cabin however seems to have a different topic on his mind, as he is staring at what is guess is a magical map, updating with various terrain changes in some type of magical ink. He mumbles to himself, drawing my attention once more as he goes silent. He shakes his head and waves over one of the people attending him.
"According to our Masaara Sheet, the Dungeon has a monster somewhere on this ship, in this room. Find it."
The attendant who was listening closely becomes pale, stuttering out, "b-but d-d-d-dungeons can't leave their demesne, and uh um b-behind you sire." He looks about to faint but I tilt to the side when what I assume to be royalty turns his head in surprise. Staying behind him so he won't see me, this seems childish but is rather enjoyable. After having no one to mess with for a couple years it gets lonely. The noble looks at the faces in the room, all pale as the stuttering servant, eyes directly behind him. Then he does something I didn't expect. He laughs. I let out a chuckle too, at least someone gets my joke.
"It's playing a game gentlemen, if it truly is behind me and hasn't hit me, chances are it's an illusion of the dungeon. Inform the men immediately to be aware for illusions and keep their minds focused on their tasks." Finished speaking the noble whips around and swings a saber through my body. It doesn't hurt, it doesn't even effect me. But I give him the glare of death and the purple colored fire in my right eye socket flares as I get more angry. I summon out my scythe. Drawing the eye of everyone in the room. "What is..." The noble is interrupted by the series of sonic booms bursting his ear drums as I flourish my weapon through the table, the map, the objects on the table, and three times into the side of the ship. The damage and destruction I caused not evident for a moment, as even the glass of wine holds together. Then it doesn't.
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The wine glass falls apart cut in equal halves vertically, the table folds in on itself three cuts through the middle removing the central weight support and making it unbalanced. The map is sliced into shreds, the side hull of the ship falls away, a triangle cut out of it. I will myself to become intangible, and will my weapon back into storage. I go over to the wall with my finger I scratch the hull of the ship engraving my message.
I l l u s i o n ?
ha ha ha ha HaHaHaHahahahaha ha
No, I am real.
I am Justice.
See you soon. <3
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I left a hand print at the end, and I stuck around long enough to realize that they'd fainted from the sonic booms. One poor sap wet himself. I continue on looking at the other ships, all just supplies for buildings and such. They'd probably need quite a bit more than what is here. So they'll be getting deliveries. I like my island don't get me wrong, but I've only got 7 palm trees and one oak tree. The rest of the island is just grasses, flowers, rocks and sand. I should probably look at claiming the other island north of mine too. I descend back beneath the waves and return to my core room. I'll deal with them if they enter my Dungeon but I won't do a thing before that. I kick myself mentally for letting my temper have the better of me. With the loud sounds that the ship I was on produced the others have slowed down to board and check on the people inside.