Please note that chapter one now includes an intro to the book.

I think it will be easier to be left in the dark if you kown the start of the tunnel?

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"My beautiful cloak, it was a gift from my mother, I don't want you to buy me another!!!" cried a young girl.

The young girl was crying for obvious reasons, her cloak badly burned, losing it's glow in many places.

Looking at the commotion, I picked up a handful of ashes and pressing them in a mess tin while I walked over to the sparring field.

After all, my name would not be Ernest Erdmann if I walked away from a girl crying for her mother.

"Young girl, this cloak is made from (Goblin's gold), it will regrow over time. Let me use a pluck from your mother's cloak. Here, you go, keep this pot safe and soon it will grow anew. Then you will be able replace the burned parts."

As the girl ran away to take care of her plant, I looked around for my own kids.

It did not take long to find my youngest, after all, at their age they still left footprints in the rock.

"Meadow, Dhara, Tierra, Aaron, Clay and Tellus ... you can stop training now!"

Today is our turn, and you will proove yourself in the dungeon!

Template (Goblin's gold)

A type of glowing moss.

When fully grown, the gametophyte stage of goblin’s gold sort-of resembles a tiny, green, semi-translucent feather.

Instead of relying on wind to disperse its propagules, golbin’s gold utilizes animals.

The the spindly stalk bives birth to Small spore capsules, sticky enough that they get glom onto any insects or other small animals that brush up against them.

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A source of food for many insects, rodents, deer, birds.

Unlocks the (Goblin's gold) template

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As I looked at the giant of a man, my instincts screemed at me.

At least, it was either my [class]'s instincts, or you know, the fact that the cloak glowed.

I was able to grab some of the dead moss, this would look so nice on my ceiling!

In fact, as soon as I thought about it my ant's started to freak out. The (Attini) were looking at the small patches of moss with blue eyed facination.

You know, I'm starting to think there is something more to the smoking blue eyes. Every time one of them does something special their eyes start to turn a bright blue.

Then, suddenly one of them started moving, scrapigng off part of my beautiful glowing ceiling. Now, not only me, but most of the (Attini) were standing around the glowing patch of moss.

Even as the yellow robed giant came ever closer to my door,

my ants were in a frantic rush to scrape off parts of my ceiling and rushing in the other direction.

Not feeling quite as worried as yesterday I let them be and look back to the door that's swinging open.

Dust of the asches flying up, higher and higher.

And denser? and eh ... is there a sandstorm in my dungeon?

Not able to see what's happening, I could only listen, loud droning sounds causing the walls to shake.

In fact, I think some parts even caved in.

As the storm moved closer to my core, I was staring at the entry of the tunnel.

It seemed like spikes had come out of the ground, boulders had fallen from the ceiling.

I looked in sadness at the ant with a footprint on it's back, burried in a crater.

With the dustcloud coming way to close to my crystal, I got nervous and sent all the (Attini) in again.

Their eyes stopped glowing, and one by one they dissepeared in the cloud.

With a final crunch the dust started to fall, my walls restructured revealed that this could have been a iron mine.

A box with [Amber] written on it gets shoved in front of me, and I am once more left alone.

This time I am left alone with a glowing red and yellow box in front of me, in front of me a nearly destroyed hallway.

As they leave, one of the younger ones slowed down to pull a mandlible out of his left leg, rejoining them soon after.

Only my core room's fungi seemed to be happy and doing great.

Feeding and growing from all the new ant supply, it basked in the bright green glow of all the moss my (Attini) could find.