Thomas there is an issue in the keel that might require your attention.

"Thanks buddy, I'll go check it out." Saying as much I become immaterial, phasing through the deck of the ship to find a keel full of soldiers and one elf locked up in chains. His hearing must be good enough that he heard the crew above deck talking about the Reaper and the sign... He's whispering low but I can hear him. "My name is Tomas, I'm a scholar specializing in Dungeons and request you rescue me, I know you are here, I don't know where but you seem omniscient. My name is Tomas," Over and over he repeats it, the information alone makes him valuable, and he wants my help... Say no more friend.

I materialize by the cell he's inside of. Holding my hands over where my ears are until he covers his. Then I turn towards the soldiers. Summoning my scythe into existence. They seem to understand that they've been found out, and start trying to attack me. One swing of my weapon, a loud CRACK, and then silence. I grab the elf and drag him out of the ship, consuming the hold and the bars to the cell as I approach them, so that my passenger/guest/damsel in distress doesn't get pulled into a wall and crushed. In my excitement I may have forgotten to be gentle. As I flew full speed back to my cannon. Happy to have an actual target for once. He looks like he might be sick but he will survive.

"Hey Sym, could you check the trajectory please?"

"Fine... Calculating"

The elf is trying to talk and I motion a shhhh one finger over my mouth, then I place my hands on my non-existent ears again. The elf is at least playing ball, promptly covering his ears again.

"Sym?"

"Two teeth heavenward, Four teeth clockwise."

I push the barrel upwards two clicks, then to the east four clicks.

"Fire Away"

The Amount of joy I experience as the cannon fires is nothing compared to the beauty of it. The back barrel plate is destroyed in one shot so only a Dungeon can use this efficiently and I love how there is a visible shockwave from the firing of the cannon. It's very loud, far louder than my weapon breaking the sound barrier, I watch the shell ascend and by the time it impacts the ship I have front row seats. As it impacts the destruction is total. The tungsten ball entered the front of the ship splintering the deck and breaking the keel open and out the bottom. A few poor sons of bitches were in the path, whats left is a torso a pair of arms and head on one guy who's screaming, a head no torso, a pair of arms and one leg with two feet on the next corpse and the last one that got hit at least went out fast, clean decapitation. Test complete, enemies vanquished, and not one to waste resources I absorb everything in the area, even going as far as to hunt around in the depths of the ocean for my tungsten cannonball.

I fly back to Cannon Rock, that's what I'm calling it, and pick up our elf guest. Since the humans seem mildly speciesist, - they aren't mean about it, not like racism on earth, but more like they just don't really talk to other species if they don't have to outside of how's the weather and shit like that. I find the fox lady and set him down in front of her. I ask sym to rearm the Cannon as I'm actually curious about the elf Dungeon scholar guy. Especially since we have the same name.Tomas and Thomas. It's soooo cool. The elf hasn't stopped talking about stuff and alot of it is just what I could call the same thing as fan-girling, throwing building numbers around like Sym does when I ask it about the architecture. It's kinda awkward without knowing her name but floating in her kitchen so I put a finger on his lips, pinching them closed lightly.

Either he understood the idea I was relaying or he was pondering how to bleach his lips after being touched by my boney fingers with the rotting sinew in them. Regardless he shut the fuck up long enough for me to motion at him with both hands, and have him say his own name. Fox girl picks up on it and her ears twitch a bit when I point at her but I finally got her name after 2 years of feeding the lady. Air if fist, weird name but alot of them are here. Then I point to myself expecting her to say my name is the Reaper, but she doesn't. To her I am the Guardian, and she further reveals she is the one who sent for the chatty elf. Moreover the Elf isn't here to talk to her but to talk to me. If I had eyeballs I'd roll them, if I had lungs or if the people here could hear me I'd sigh. I just want to blow up some more stuff.

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After the first four signs I got kinda tired of them. So I asked sym to summon some paper, and a pen. I got a piece of paper, and a quill and ink. I summon a pencil instead. Dismantling the quill and ink in the process. I write down what I wanted to and show it to the Elf and Air If Fist.

Ill answer a few questions, but I really just want to go play the piano and relax. So 3 questions. One at a time.

Tomas is definitely perplexed but he's cautious so he didn't ask about the piano, instead.

"What type of crystal is your Core?"

Void Diamond, really pretty, I'm the only one.

"How do you know you are the only one?"

I can't explain it, how do you know a table when you see a table? How do you know a dog is a dog, a cat is a cat, and food keeps you alive? How do you know what a door is made of? It's very similar, but I could try drawing it, not the best artist though.

"Last one for now then, how many Delvers have you had since you were seeded?"

Not a single one. No one in the town steps foot into the entrance, not for any law I put forth or anything. I spent a lot of time making it and no one has bothered to give it a try. It's kind of sad actually since there is some really good stuff in there, that I worked really hard on that no one has seen. There isn't even any monsters until after the maze. None of the traps before the maze are deadly ones. I'll even tell you the only trap there is a seamless teleport. I won't say where or to what, or how to bypass it but I'd love to see someones reaction if they get to the end of the upper area though.

As I get ready to leave and head up to the piano I have waiting for me Air If Fist asks a question too, one I feel obligated to answer.

"Why do you defend us so much, and care for us Guardian?"

There is so much wrong with the world.... People in power abuse it. The strong rule the weak who can't do anything to prevent the cycle from continuing, and they send the weak to lose a war because they have some fictitious right by birth of some bullshit they've convinced themselves of. EVERYONE deserves a fair shake at life. EVERYONE deserves food and safety. NOBODY should be treated as less than another. While I'm here, in this strange horrible world, nobody here, NOBODY ANYWHERE IN MY DOMAIN WILL BE TREATED AS LESS THAN ANYONE ELSE. I DONT CARE IF YOU SHIT GOLDEN BRICKS, YOU'RE JUST AS VALUABLE AS EVERYONE ELSE, AND MY DOMAIN IS BIGGER THAN EVERYONE THINKS IT IS.

Oof I lost my temper again there at the end, I phase up and out of her home, giving myself time to calm down, and nothing is more soothing for me, than music.

I play five songs, drawing a large crowd, Air If Fist showed up, so too did Tomas, who got Shhhd by the crowd when he started talking about how the church was a duplicate with slightly different bricks to some other one far away. It brought me some joy knowing that I wasn't the only one annoyed by his constant talking. Eventually everyone in the whole town was crowded into the church and at that point I got a bit shy so after finishing my last song, I dove back down into the ground and out of sight from everyone. I wasn't lying when I said people didn't know how big my domain was earlier either. I haven't been idle, another few weeks and I'll be able to absorb everything in the dick Ricards City. Send an army if you want fool. I'm coming to finish the job I should've done last time.