I have been here for some time, although I have not a clue how much has passed, if any.
This place, which I have decided to call my “domain”, somewhat warps to my will. It seems to find ways to do stuff that I have not explicitly thought for it to, like if I make a chair flip, the material phases through itself.
I get the sense that there is more than my domain, but I haven’t figured out where it is. While my floors and walls look like they hide the outside world, they are purely aesthetic. Beyond the boundaries is the edge of my domain, and while I can stretch the area, I’m sure there is nothing beyond it.
I have tried a few different things, putting more space in space, trying to break the edges of my domain, and just wishing to see something outside here. I don’t know If I even can break my domain boundaries, they seem to be the most concrete thing in here.
I finally try something that I hadn’t thought of before, saying please. This suprisingly works, although I don’t know why.
I immediately regret my decision as I cry out… no someone else cries out. The cries and screams are so loud and painful they seem to warp the air around in ways that are visible to the naked eye, yet I know that can’t be the case. I cover my ears with whatever appendages I made earlier and take a look around, and I find myself in a scene of immense bloodshed. There are corpses scattered around, some in pieces and some perfectly intact as if they aren’t dead. There are a few still fighting here, and many injured, if I had to guess there are about 50 casualties, which will likely approach 75.
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I look at those still fighting, it’s a battle against giants, the smaller ones slaughtered by the giants, I can’t stand this and decide I shall help defeat the giants. Or maybe I can bargain for the lives of those left?
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Alver and the rest of his party of 5 continue their trek through the forest, they are all tired and wish to be done with their task.
“Can’t we just go back? I just want a bed, why’d we have to do this in the middle of the night?” said Alver, a young elven adventurer.
“We can do this during the day, but would likely only kill one or two slimes if lucky. Nighttime is the best time to hunt monsters, and this area is safe under the protection of the spirits.” replied one of the others in the group, she’s a human fighter named Eleanor(Ellie for short) after her late mom, which she aspires to be like.
Alver replied back to her with a small “Yeah, yeah…” in a whisper.
After walking a bit more they come across around ten slimes, all of the adventures getting ready to slash through them. As the adventures cut the slimes they split into smaller, twitching slimes. “shit, splitting slimes” said Alver as he cut into a few of the slimes.
Splitting slimes are a type of slime that are notoriously hard to deal with due to their fast multiplication when cut, the only way to stop this is to boil them or chop them into a fine paste. Also, while splitting slimes multiply fast when cut, they have no natural way to multiply, so they rely entirely on the violence of others to increase their population. Boiled splitting slime juice is a common ingredient in medicine.
After a few minutes of slashing, chopping and capturing the slimes, they come across a small kitten, looking directly at them, almost as if judging them, before it speaks, “Giants, why have you slain these who are smaller than you?”