The Oracle lead the way and sat by the fire, "sit with me", he said in a cryptic voice, "we have much to talk about", the other Kobolds sat around the room, all except for the NPCs that were running their idle routines in the caves, mining, selling, gathering and fixing equipment.

"We never had NPCs before" a sturdy BoneSmith Kobold said, "this is nice", he looked around the group, "also never had a guild house before".

"Thank you brother Miner Slave", the Oracle interjected, "for building this Kobold Warren to serve as our home"

Allen looked at the two speakers with some doubts, "who are you people?", he immediately corrected "or should I say Kobolds?"

"We are the Kobold Conclave", said the grey scaled Oracle, "but more precisely we are all Allens", gesturing around the room, "the First Allen created us all in our image", ending the motion with a finger pointing at Miner Slave, "you are but the last in a long line of Kobolds to ascend to conciousness", pointing at himself "I was not the first", he shook his head, "we know not who the first was".

"Are you telling me you are all me?", Miner Slave asked in mounting horror, "how is that even possible?".

"Not you", Oracle replied, "we are all individuals", he looked around, "our memories of Allen all end at march fourteen twenty one thirty one", patting his head, "but we also know years have gone by", he thumped his tail, "and others come with the same memories from before", his tail tip swished, "except for small things", he pointed at Miner Slave with his tail "this is the great puzzle the first Allen left for us to uncover, why do we exist, what is our purpose, why are our classes in this game so odd?"

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"What do you mean?", a Kobold Cave Dweller asked the oracle, this Kobold had yellow stripes over brown patterns on his scaly hide.

Oracle looked at the Cave Dweller, "we captured quite a few players over the years", he turned to the new speaker, "we know what year this is in the real world", a forked tongue flicked from his mouth "everyone here has a player character", scratching his neck "except no player ever picks them because they are useless to them", pointing at the Bone Smith "for example he would only be able to create minor equipment and have one masterpiece skill", the crowd turned to look, "but he can craft hundreds of masterpieces to create some of the best enchanted and magical equipment in the game", he gestured again at the crowd, "we all have likewise broken limited classes and believe its all thanks to the First Allen".

"And you" Miner slave asked, "what is your limit break?"

"From a Player we caught the Oracle class description sais it can Create One Prophecy Quest", the oracle thumped his chest, "I actually have a repository of Quest Points that fills over time", he blinked a few times "there is a thing the players call 'resurgence' where you pay a price to restart your character with certain benefits", closing his eyes to concentrate on something "we can't use it", he said, "after death we can either be resurrected or the conciousness is lost forever", when he opened his eyes they were glowing "you are now playing the most HardCore game of your life Miner Slave so don't die"

"On that day a Shadow shall rise from the deep,

the captain will lose all to find the answer,

search the bottom for the top,

ask the thunders till they stop,

time to wake

worlds to shake"

Oracle's eyes stopped glowing, "did someone record it?" he asked

"I did" a red tailed Kobold Ash Diver shouted from the back.

"Good job Ash Diver", the grey Oracle said, "I got excited and lost myself", he looked around the newcomers "seven at once is unheard of we should celebrate"