#Are you afraid of the Dark?
You have become the first discoverers of the Isran Prison!
Reward:
Fame has increased by 120.
Experience and drop rates have doubled for a week.
The first monster hunted will drop some its the best items it has.
"What the-"
"Where are we?"
"I can't see!"
"OW! I hit my head on something!"
"Yeah! MY head!"
"Where's a light stick when you need one."
"Freya guide my blade! [Bless Weapon]!"
Within the darkness, a long, rod-like object started to create a soft blue glow. The glow got stronger and stronger until it looked like Kenobi was holding a lit fluorescent tube.
"Somebody call for a light stick?" joked Kenobi.
"Is that a motherfuckin lightsaber?" was all I could say.
"Yep! It's a motherfukin lightsaber."
"More importantly, where is this place?" Interupted Voltanis.
"The alert called it the "Isran Prison". I've never heard of such a place. I guess we're the first ones to roll this on that wheel," said Splay Mark.
"It's kinda creepy..." I said.
We were in a stone corridor just wide enough for two people to lie down head-to-toe. On one side of the corridor was a line of jail cells with skeletons lying in them. The chains that once held the prisoners hanging from the walls have rusted badly enough that they snapped, leaving the shackles still on their wrists and ankles.
Other than the skeletons, there were half-decayed corpses in rusted armor lying around on the ground outside the cells, with weapons that were even more rusted lying next to them. Attatched to the belts of a few of them in particular was a bunch of keys, presumably for the cells.
"You know... In a scenario like this... It's highly likely that the dead people will come back to life and try to eat our brains." I continued.
As though waiting for me to say that, the skeletons began to pick themselves up and piece themselves back together, and the dead guards began to stand up, as though waking from a long sleep.
"It's just as I- HEY! THAT'S THE EXACT OPPOSITE OF WHAT YOUR JOBS ARE!"
The zombies (that's what I'll call them from now on) that had keys with them began to open the jail cells to let out the skeletons that were banging their skeletal fists against the door.
"Shoot them!" Splay Mark called out to me.
"Don't have to tell me twice."
I pulled out my crossbow and took aim, but just as I was about to fire, the light swayed violently causing me to miss the shot. As my flaming bolt flew into the darkness, I realized that at similar things were happening throughout the dungeon.
"Keep the light steady!" I told Kenobi, who had stabbed the skeleton in the cell directly next to us.
"What? You want me to NOT attack?"
"Well, no, but..."
"Let me handle this, I know a friend who can help," Voltanis offered.
Voltanis placed his hands together and started whistling a tune, and when he opened his hands, an androgynous faerie with a pink glow was floating before him.
"Reporting for duty, sir!" the faerie saluted and said in a cheeky, high-pitched voice.
"I need you to fly ahead and mark out the targets so that me and Notrem can aim properly."
"Okie Dokey no problem!" the faerie flitted towards a zombie that was further away and floated just above its head, clearly marking the target for us, "Target marked!"
In addition to the one being marked by the faerie there was one more slightly behind it.
"Neat trick, friend of yours?"
"Yep, s/he owes me a small favor. And s/he's not the only one. You could say I'm a summoner in addition to being a mage."
*CRASH!
"Could you just shoot the damn things before they release any more skele's?" ordered Splay Mark, who had just brought his "Not-a-Sword" (from now on, I shall call it a "NaS"!) straight down on a skeleton and crushed it.
Immediately after that blow landed, he swung his NaS sideways at a zombie, but despite knocking it back, the zombie still managed to remain on its feet.
"Hey! Watch out these guys are stronger than they look!"
"What I plan to do to them, it won't matter how strong they are," I replied confidently.
I took a shot at the zombie at the back who was trying to unlock another jail cell and the bolt hit it in the face. Shortly after, it looked like some bad Ghost Rider remake with its flaming skull and burned out almost as quickly as it lit on fire.
"Fire. Bad," Voltanis quipped, "[Flare]!"
From his hands sprung forth a small, but bright, burning ball of fire that hit the other zombie, producing much the same results as before.
"Regenerating skeletons! I'll just slice them into smaller pieces!" said Kenobi, who was, quite amazingly, slicing the skeletons into halves as though his weapon was an actual lightsaber. Eventually the skeletons stopped getting back up when they got sliced into small enough pieces, or when they were crushed by Splay Mark's NaS.
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"Target Spotted!" squeaked the faerie as it flitted further into the darkness and marked another group of zombies.
While I was taking care of those, a small horde of zombies and skeletons attacked us from behind.
"On it!" shouted Splay Mark as he used his weapon to physically block their advance, "Voltanis!"
"One moment, bigger spells take longer to cast for me," Voltanis was waving his arms around in an arcane manner, "[Stone Spears]!"
A row of spikes sprung up from the stone floor of the dungeon and impaled the front row of the incoming horde, effectively forming an impenetrable barrier. From there, it was only a matter of time as Voltanis and Kenobi slowly picked off the enemies from behind the barrier with spells (and Holy Magic), while me and Splay Mark handled the front.
"Okay! Let's see what drops we got!" said Splay Mark when we finally cleared the area, "What! These are crap!"
Despite the bonus we have from being the first discoverers, all the "best items" that dropped are rusted weapons and armor.
"Repair!"
"Identify!"
"Oh hey, the weapons are actually not bad."
Despite their appearance, low durability, and low damage, it seems that they apply [Poison] and other miscellaneous debuffs on hit. Problem is...
Archer.
Mage.
(Jedi)
Paladin.
Half-Naked Giant-Sword Warrior.
"I guess we can just sell them and distribute the gold..." I suggested.
"So much for being the first," Kenobi complained, "Freya! Why have you forsaken us!"
"""Because you're an Atheist."""
"Eh...Heh... Don't listen to them, Freya!"
"Come on, let's move on," Splay Mark said to us.
"Try going to Church," Voltanis suggested to Kenobi before following Plsy Mark and I.
"Freya! I'll invest more gold into the Church! Forgive me!!!"
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Over the course of two days, we fought our way through two labryinthine levels of the prison, with the second floor above the first (I guess it means we're heading OUT of the prison?).
The faerie has proven to be indispensable. Not only does s/he mark out targets for us, but s/he also scouts ahead and reports any nearby enemies, or inform us of the general layout of the nearby area, which Voltanis draws onto a rough map for reference.
As for meals, we made do with store-bought rations, that is, until right now.
"Finally, we found the stairs to the next level," said Splay Mark.
"Hold on!" squeaked the Faerie, "I sense something strong beyond these stairs!"
"The boss?" asked Kenobi.
"Maybe! There are three of them, but one is higher up than the other two," s/he replied, "Sir, my favor ends here. Our agreement does not include putting myself in danger. Goodbye!"
And with that s/he dissapeared in a puff of pink smoke.
"Can you still call it back?" I asked Voltanis.
"No, not anytime soon," he answered, "But to prepare for the boss fight, I have a treat for everyone! Come Forth! [Heiðrún]!"
"BAAA!!!!"
*Clop! Clop! Clop! Clop! Clop!
From the stairs ran (clopped? Galloped?) down a white goat with two slightly curved horns growing from its head.
"It's a goat." I said, "Are we supposed to eat it?"
"NO!" Voltanis replied, "There would be alot of angry people in Asgard if you did that. What you do is drink its milk. It will boost your stats."
Walking up to the goat, Voltanis milked the creature and produced four vessels of a translucent, gold-colored liquid, after which the goat dissapeared back up the stairs.
"This... isn't milk," Kenobi stated the obvious.
"Just drink it..."
"Here goes!" I said, and the four of us gulped the drink down.
You have consumed: Necter of the Gods.
All stats increased by 30%!
Maximum Health and Mana has increased!
Health, Mana, and Stamina regeneration have increased!
You are slightly intoxicated.
"This..." (me)
"Is..." (Kenobi)
"MEAD!!!!!!" Splay Mark!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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After that, we prepared for battle and climbed up the stairs.
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Author's note:
Hello again!
Since the main diety in Royal Road is Freya, I will be basing the summons in my FF on Norse mythology, including the Goat that squirts Golden Milk up there.
As usual, all comments and criticisms will be welcome!
Thanks for reading!