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Dungeon Configure. Troy Neenan
Читать онлайн.Название Dungeon Configure
Год выпуска 0
isbn 9781672369237
Автор произведения Troy Neenan
Жанр Научная фантастика
Серия The Dark Exchange
Издательство Ingram
New quest alert. Successfully evolve ten creatures into monsters. 0/10
New quest alert. Synthesize 10 new monsters using splice. 1/10
New quest alert. Discover mutations. 2/5
New quest alert. Find your core.
Your core has gone missing, find and reconnect with it.
Reward: Unknown.
Penalty for not completing: Loss of Dungeon points per day.
New quest alert. Raider I.
Successfully send your minions out of your domain and have them gather new tools and minions. 2/10.
Reward: 5 Dungeon points.
New quest alert. Make your first room.
A dungeon with only one room is a pitiful thing indeed. Create your first room.
Reward: Access to room types.
For the first time, David now had a clear goal in mind. The raids were easy enough, he had enough ants and wasps to pick up a beer bottle and drag it back, it was just going to be a pain in the arse. The monster making and the core quest were going to be the more difficult to achieve. As for the room, it was as slow as a glacier. The sun was going to burn up before he finished that quest.
He was sure that he was going to need more than a few ants if he was going to get out of the dungeon equivalent of the nappy phase.
David viewed his kingdom, his nerd mind working through the processes. He now had a clear goal. This was good. Goals were good. The dungeon's tools and resources were limited however, but that was just a matter of creativity.
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1 Chapter Seven
A crack made of golden luminescence cut deeply in the skin of the wall. For an awkward second nothing happened, there was a lot of silence and very little else, but then the crack began to grow.
The crack in the wall grew like the interest on a student loan. Slowly, millimetre by millimetre it spread, gaining speed with every passing moment. The sound was like an enthusiastic dog trying to dig through a cement floor.
It branched up and out, transforming from a simple scratch and into a drunken spiderweb of fissures. Curiously, for all the scratching and the breaks in the stonework, not a particle of dirt fell onto the ground or was cast adrift in the air.
After a handful of seconds the cracks slowed and eventually stopped. What had been a solid slab of stone and dirt was now, a doorway made of light and shadow.
Despite golden light peeking through the fissures, the light never truly filled the chamber nor did it touch the opposite wall, it was as if the universe would not allow the radiance to fully exist. Except for the light of a single, humming lamp, the cave remained in the dark.
A fist, covered in black steel punched through the now weakened stone. The hand opened up, as if tasting the air and then grabbing at it. Instead of the crunching of stone, a muddy sucking noise tore through the tiny cave. A forearm emerged from the hole in the wall followed by a man's grunting curse.
The man let out one more scream as he found his freedom. Particularly exhausted, he fell to the ground, panting and sucking for every breath.
From the corner of the chamber, a dark form watched the spectacle. Its back hugged the wall as if needing the extra support, happy to study this new thing that intruded upon its world. The figure noticed that the doorways golden light rippled with more shadows. Others were coming.
On the ground the man sputtered. His waving locks, his beard, and his eyes seemed to mirror the cold black armour. His yellow and green teeth seemed to be the only colour on him and he expressed his frustrations through snarls.
“That fool Erik Highion. I should have killed him when I had the chance,” The man in black cursed.
The figure in the corner continued to watch. The man was like a walking cliché, a living example of every villain in every story book. They could feel that a festering darkness lay inside this human. Anger, frustration, narcissism, and a self-importance that would get him far in any reality tv show. He was beautifully irredeemable.
By the time the man in black was on his feet, four more heavily armed soldiers were inside the cave. The man's followers wore simple steel armour and bore a mark the figure in the corner didn't recognize. They honoured their leader by bearing his mark, and in return, when they went to sleep and realised what they had done, they could blame each of their deeds upon their dark master.
That was how each of them lived with themselves. It was how they survived. They were innocent. It was their master's fault. They were just following orders.
The man in black glowered at the room, “Where in the abyss is this? This is not Skomahain.” He reached within his armour and drew out a semi-precious stone on a gold chain. With but the power of his cold will, the gemstone burst into light. “Better,” he said, glad something was still dependable.
The man in black admired his new surroundings. He was in a cave, there were scattered bottles on the ground and what looked like somebody's broken bed.
This was definitely not his stronghold. “Where am I? Chal? Issión? It smells like home but there is something else in the air.” he placed his hand on his armour, “Why aren't you speaking to me Ie? Where has your voice gone?”
Then he saw her.
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