Feyre
The world fell apart in front of her. The false animals shattered ans dispersed into the air, the forest shrinking around her until she was stood at the entrance again and just looking at the final pieces dissipate. Feyre looked around again once the forest was gone and instantly her mouth fell agape. The sheer magnitude of gold and treasure could probably have made Mansa Musa jealous back on her world. She understood now what it must've been like for Bilbo when he first saw Smaug's treasury. The sheer quantity of gold made her eyes want to pop out of her head. After a few stunned seconds of silence she let out a whoop and fist pumped the air. Almost in sync with that she heard the voice again.
"Congratulations. You have bested all my defenses. This vault is now under your control. Good luck on your future adventures traveler!"
[System: Ownership: You have gained Ownership of [Cave of the Great One]. Rejoice for you are now one of the richest in the world!]
Feyre laughed. If she wasn't the richest in the world then she couldn't even fathom how rich the richest was. She thought it was probably a [Dragon] or a [Lich]. She walked forwards into the supposed [Cave] which she would have probably named a cavern. As she looked around her inner Loot Goblin slowly died inside as she realised she couldn't carry all this with her. So she did the only reasonable thing for someone who is meant to be a fanatic of [The System] to do. She prayed to it.
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Administrator #0
He was playing poker when the world around him stopped. This used to be a common occurrence, back when he was one of the lowest ranked [Administrators] and it freaked him out the first few times he received a prayer. That was almost 300 years ago now. The last prayer that had directly reached him without another [Administrator]'s interference was 20 years ago when the new [Iftani Saint] was announced. Eden was not overjoyed per-say to be receiving a prayer now, since it meant that there was already a new [Saint] or all 16 [Archbishops] and the [Saint] were praying for a divine miracle from [The System] because there's a catastrophic threat. Eden sighed and checked his notifications, prepared for the worst. What he wasn't prepared for was what he got.
[System: Developer Message: Prayer: "Oh great and omnipotent system... hear my plea... I beg of you who watches over us all to grant this humble servant a singular request. Please grant this humble servant with the ability to turn this [Cave] into a [Pocket Dimension]. This humble one thanks you in advance.]
Eden's blood chilled. A [Developer] and they were asking him of all people for help with something? He quickly pulled up the [True Character Sheet] of the sender of the prayer, hoping for just a minor glitch in the system.
[System: Status Screen]
[True Name: Ọ̴͕͋̉̕n̸̰̿͂e̴̺̒̄ ̴̲́͘ą̴̝͗̎b̷̜̯̠͌͊̓ǭ̵͙̂͝v̸͖͇̏ȩ̴̌ ̶̡̩̟̎͐̀A̸͔͌̀l̴̛̼l̸̥͙̞̏̃,̵̢̠̾̏̋ ̷̯̙͆͛͝O̴̯͋͋̾n̷̺͠ë̸̞̪̘́͂̓ ̸̲̰́W̶̢̛̓ĥ̷̫͚o̶̦͆ ̷͍̰̼̒̕S̵̙̅̂ṳ̶̍͒p̴̢̛̼̉e̴͍̺͐̍͠r̷̥͕͐͛s̶̨̯͎̃ĕ̷̜̠͘ḑ̶̨̬͋̊̕ȇ̶̠͕͈̿s̸̖̠̪̿̄̅ ̸̞̈́D̵̙̅͂ḝ̶ą̶̩̽͂t̴̤̀̓̆ȟ̶̦̐]
[User Level: Ê̴̺̱̾̄r̷̰̳͕͛r̵̟̳̠̚o̷̝̰̓͌̒r̷̰͌͒͜]
[User Health Points: Ê̴̺̱̾̄r̷̰̳͕͛r̵̟̳̠̚o̷̝̰̓͌̒r̷̰͌͒͜/Ê̴̺̱̾̄r̷̰̳͕͛r̵̟̳̠̚o̷̝̰̓͌̒r̷̰͌͒͜]
[User Mana Points: Ê̴̺̱̾̄r̷̰̳͕͛r̵̟̳̠̚o̷̝̰̓͌̒r̷̰͌͒͜/Ê̴̺̱̾̄r̷̰̳͕͛r̵̟̳̠̚o̷̝̰̓͌̒r̷̰͌͒͜]
[System: Stats Screen]
[Strength: Ê̴̺̱̾̄r̷̰̳͕͛r̵̟̳̠̚o̷̝̰̓͌̒r̷̰͌͒͜]
[Speed: Ê̴̺̱̾̄r̷̰̳͕͛r̵̟̳̠̚o̷̝̰̓͌̒r̷̰͌͒͜]
[Intuition: Ê̴̺̱̾̄r̷̰̳͕͛r̵̟̳̠̚o̷̝̰̓͌̒r̷̰͌͒͜]
[Charisma: Ê̴̺̱̾̄r̷̰̳͕͛r̵̟̳̠̚o̷̝̰̓͌̒r̷̰͌͒͜]
[System: Abilities + Skills]
[Abilities]
[Ê̴̺̱̾̄r̷̰̳͕͛r̵̟̳̠̚o̷̝̰̓͌̒r̷̰͌͒͜: Lvl Ê̴̺̱̾̄r̷̰̳͕͛r̵̟̳̠̚o̷̝̰̓͌̒r̷̰͌͒͜]
[Skills]
[Ś̴͇͕̂̕o̸̫͒̎́ű̵̟r̵̫̩̚c̷̼̦̣̈́͌̊ẻ̴̲͜ ̷̡̲͘ͅC̶̜̳͚̿o̴̘̥̍̔d̶̝̣̓͝e̷̖̘͇̊͒]
[Ê̴̺̱̾̄r̷̰̳͕͛r̵̟̳̠̚o̷̝̰̓͌̒r̷̰͌͒͜]
[Ê̴̺̱̾̄r̷̰̳͕͛r̵̟̳̠̚o̷̝̰̓͌̒r̷̰͌͒͜]
[Ê̴̺̱̾̄r̷̰̳͕͛r̵̟̳̠̚o̷̝̰̓͌̒r̷̰͌͒͜]
[Ê̴̺̱̾̄r̷̰̳͕͛r̵̟̳̠̚o̷̝̰̓͌̒r̷̰͌͒͜]
[System: Achievements]
[Ê̴̺̱̾̄r̷̰̳͕͛r̵̟̳̠̚o̷̝̰̓͌̒r̷̰͌͒͜]
[Ê̴̺̱̾̄r̷̰̳͕͛r̵̟̳̠̚o̷̝̰̓͌̒r̷̰͌͒͜]
[System: Status: Error: Administrator #0 - Eden Does not have permission to view this status screen.]
Eden heaved a great sigh and started doing as asked in the prayer, he refused to be fired just because of a [Developer] making a joke.
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Feyre
Feyre knelt for a while, praying and also just meditating and going over her adventure thus far. Eventually she sorted everything in her memory he got up from her prayer and was assaulted by three notifications.
[System: Prayer: Your prayer has been noticed and answered. [Cave of The Great One] is now accessible from the [Inventory].]
[System: Message: Administrator #0: I dunno why you asked me for this... Either way I gave you an Inventory since for some reason you didn't have one...]
[System: Information: To open [Inventory] just will it to open, It will appear in the same way as your status.]
Feyre smiled. This was a massive upgrade for basically nothing. She made a note to herself to pray more often, maybe to someone that seemed less lazy though. That Administrator #0 guy seemed unhappy with his job through the notification she received. She got up from her prayer position and sighed. She's glad there wasn't a stipulation about being watched by Inter-dimensional Gods or something, everything happened so fast that they'd complain about terrible pacing.
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Feyre walked over to Korot's body and a thought suddenly struck her. She didn't know how burials were done in this new world. In Eurani the player had a short cut-scene where they were buried and their weapon shoved into the ground to mark their death but those disappeared once the player got back to that point and collected their inventory. Feyre sighed and knelt down, gently putting his guts back into his body and making sure that she could carry him without him being completely in half. Feyre sighed and picked him up, exerting little to no effort moving his immense frame.
"Come on Korot... lets bury you outside eh?"
Feyre carried him in her arms, his limp body dangling and slightly swaying as she walked. The cold air of the outside world greeted her coolly and the light at the end of the tunnel was like the respite she deserved after everything being in a cave for so long.
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Karrlund
The first thing he heard was her footsteps. Loud, echoing footsteps that reverberated through his very being. The pressure her presence brought with her was the second thing he felt. Almost instinctively he reached for his sword, what little good that would do him. Luckily for him his rational took over and he decided against drawing his sword on the innumerably strong Inquisitor Captain that showed herself in the cave entrance. She was holding a beastial man's body, Not quite a Wolfman but not quite a Tigerman either. Whatever it was it had been cleaved almost in two, but had multiple wounds all over it. That meant that whatever had killed it likely had to use it's trump card... And if the blood on the Inquisitor's blade held any significance... She'd had to use her trump card...
That terrified Karrlund right to his core. If there was something in there that she'd struggled with and gotten injured, not that he could tell because her armour was completely covered in blood, then that corpse she's holding was stronger than the Dire Wolf he had seen when he first met her. Karrlund tried to stay natural, attempting a slight wave and to keep his face from blanching, futilely. He watched silently as the Inquisitor placed the beastial man on the ground and walked over to a patch of dirt, away from him and the women that were all sitting in a circle, chatting and happy to be free. Silently the Inquisitor raised a single rock.
"May [The System] smite... May it guide my aim true... [Strong-armed Throw]..."
The Inquisitor's arm blurred and the rock slammed into the ground. Instantly there was a 6 foot wide, unknown how deep, hole where the ground used to be. All the women froze and stared in wonder and Karrlund tried his hardest not to join them, ultimately failing this as well. He watched as calmly as possible as the Inquisitor gently rolled the Beastial man's body into the pit and then the pit just collapsed in on itself at a kick that looked deceptively soft if not for the miniature earthquake. Karrlund smiled and walked over to her, sensing that he was needed.
"Do you need a weapon to mark the grave, Inquisitor? I know that usually you'd use his weapon but he looked like he used his hands..."
When the Inquisitor nodded silently and took the [Dagger] Karrlund unsheathed, he wondered what had made her so silent. Perhaps struggling against a foe had shocked her a bit and now she was contemplating life, he knew he did that sometimes. He walked over to her and looked for confirmation before dropping to his knees and praying to [The System] for this man to be blessed with a happy life next incarnation. He felt the ground shake as the Inquisitor slammed the dagger into the ground and then again when she too fell to her knees to pray. That just showed her respect for both the slain beastial man and him, lowering herself to the level of a common devotee. Karrlund instantly felt his body relax as she started praying, a prayer in a language he didn't know and yet it resonated so deeply he had no doubts it was a true and rightful prayer to [The System].
"Gratias agimus tibi pro vita sua, de caritate communicata nobiscum et oramus ut nunc apud te sint, aeternae reincarnationis plenitudine perfruentes. Consolare nos in tristitia, Tua nos confirma spe, Donec cum illis iterum In amore rationis Nos coniungamur, Tecum et dilectum Nostrum per omnia saecula. Vivat ibi Iftani."
Karrlund felt a great need to repeat the final phrase, an almost necessity, yet for some reason that was the only bit. He was glad when every single other person there also repeated it.
"Vivat ibi Iftani."
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Lilia Homehallow
Lilia blanched at the casual shows of firepower and strength from the bloodied warrior. She had exited the cave with Korot dead, which was terrifying in of itself, then she had casually created a 30 foot deep hole before filling it by causing a minor earthquake. At first she was thinking of joining the caravan or group that these two adventurers were from and then betraying them, turning them into very powerful [Death Knights] or at least a minorly powerful [Dread Draugr]. Now however? Lillia decided she'd be fine just going with the group until they reached safety and maybe even just living out her days, never touching the dark arts of [Necromancy Magicks] ever again. She'd heard whispers from the other women about the Bloodied Warrior being an [Iftani Inquisitor], something reinforced by the prayer, and frankly didn't want to get on her bad side if she could kill something like [Korot the Fallen Hero].
Lillia then watched as she said a prayer against her will. This Bloodied Warrior spoke with such zeal that even her, a non-believer was brought over, if only for a few seconds. She watched closely as the man rose and walked over to the supposed [Iftani Inquisitor], and proved everyone right and more.
"Inquisitor... Or do i call you your rank as Lieutenant? Sorry I'm not caught up on all this... What do we do now? Our caravan cannot support this many refugees..."
Lillia almost fainted. A Captain... An [Iftani Lieutenant]... This was a moment in time that many of these women would pass on to their children and their children's children... meeting a [Lieutenant] in the flesh and joining a prayer with them is seen as almost joining a prayer with [The System] itself. All current [Lieutenants] of the [Iftani Inquisition] and higher were people who had gone through trials that even [Daemons] and [Dragons] would tremble at. And Lillia had been thinking of not only betraying her, but killing her? Folly. Absolute folly. One does not simply kill an [Inquisition Lieutenant]. Their bodies are guarded by more than just armour. There is holiness there that does not sleep, and [The System] is ever watchful. An attempt would result in a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust, the very air you breathe would a poisonous fume.
The [Lieutenant] got up and seemingly scanned our faces. Then she looked me dead in the eyes and shook her head.
"Miss Homehallow... I trust you'll keep your [Magicks] to yourself while I'm assisting you? I hate the paperwork associated with eradication of your sort, and not all of you are necessarily evil so I'd prefer it if you just got cleansed at a temple and re-picked your class..."
That was the final straw. Lillia nodded quickly and then proceeded to faint on the spot.