I sat behind the counter organizing paperwork, since I had nothing better to do and the guild has been empty lately. Not that it’s a bad thing in the first place, it’s just some days I want peace and quiet from dealing with rowdy adventurers that have had one too many pints, and quite frankly I’m gonna enjoy this while it lasts.
“Been quiet lately hasn’t it.” A voice spoke to my left, turning to my left, It was none other than Guildmaster Bartalas with a coffee cup in hand.
I shrugged, “Well if anything it was probably because of the case yesterday.” I responded as I cast aside a stack of paper.
“Oh yeah, that was huge, everybody was talking about it. Even at the guild meetings with fellow guildmasters .” Bartalas said, pausing to take a sip from his cup, “I still find it hard to believe that the ‘Hero’ Party were actually spies for the Theocracy.”
I nodded, “I try to keep out of politics, but even for me this was such a shocker you’d never expect it.”
Suddenly the door opens admitting in three indiv- Oh no it's the avatar and her creatures that came with her!
She approached my desk, “Wow, this place sure is empty.” The Avatar commented, “Actually never mind that, I want to know if it’s possible to change party names, so can I?”
I quickly grab the correct paperwork, “Yes, you can. What would you like to change it to?”
“The REAL and 100% Legitimate Hero Party.”
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Amelia PoV:
Goal one of today accomplished, change the party name now we’re at the quest board, huh? That’s strange, there’s nothing on there. I turned to the receptionist lady. “Hey uhh why’s the quest board?”
“Oh they’ve all been completed already, nobody has posted a quest for the past day which is odd, cause we usually receive a lot of quests.” The receptionist explained.
Well darn, guess we gotta look elsewhere, maybe try Dungeoneering? Dungeon Exploring? Or whatever it’s called. Man what a pity I really wanted to do a main quest then get absolutely sidetracked by doing one bajillion side quests.
“Actually, there’s one.” A tall man with black hair and a beard, wearing what is considered stereotypical fantasy adventuring gear, standing next to the receptionist. “In the town of Karnetsia has recently reported sightings of strange arachnid-like creatures wandering in the edges of the town. Two days ago, I sent a team to investigate the rumors, but they never came back. I fear that the worst has come to pass. If the three of you are willing, then I’ll add you onto the second team that’s gathered in the southern gate ready to leave.”
“Is there anything else I should know?” I asked, beast slaying should be very simple.
The man shook his head with a frown, “I’m afraid there’s not much I can tell you, we received a carrier pigeon just now from that town. Here I can give it to you.” He reached into his side pouch and pulled a small note, handing it to me. “Be warned that this letter is kind’ve erratic.”
Let’s see, it reads: Requesting assistance, Town overrunned, strange spiders. Okay so whoever wrote this was clearly in a hurry.
Pocketing the note, I looked towards my companions, Jeannette and Earalyn who both just shrugged. “We’ll accept.”
“Excellent, hold one before you go, I’ll hand you a map of Dragdville and the surrounding settlements that connect to the city.” The man disappeared into a backroom behind the receptionist. It wasn’t long before the man reappears carrying a folded map.
He hands the map to me and I deposit it in my erm pocket dimension? Anyways he continues on, “Here this should help, especially when you, for whatever reason, separate from the second team. Speaking of which, the three of you should hurry as they’ll be leaving soon on a guild wagon which bears the guild’s logo on the sides.”
“Well in that case we better catch up quick!” I bolted out of the guild, followed by my two companions. Alright we’re in the streets and which should we go? There’s a right and left turn! Which one leads to the southern gate?
“Excuse me sir, which way is the southern gate?” I asked, tapping the shoulders of a top hat wearing gentleman.
He turned to face, “Why yes madam, to reach the southern gate from here, first you must take a…”
Whew, thanks to that kind gentleman’s directions it took us no time to reach the southern gate, just in the nick of time too! As a covered wagon bearing the guild’s logo on the side was just about to leave.
Actually scratch what I said they’re moving. Okay no worries I’ll just hire a stagecoach, and would you look at that there’s a sign that says ‘Coach Service’ directly to the left of the gatehouse. Oof there’s only one coach leeeee- nevermind, someone got inside, and now the coach is going. “Fellas look like we’re walking toooo-”
I pulled out the map that guy back in the guild gave and pointed to the town of, “-oooo Karnetsia, huh it's not as far as I though.” I turn to my companions, “You two don’t mind walking right?”
“I’ll march till the end of this world with you, my Empress!” Jeannette proclaimed. While Earalyn said nothing.
Whoa, I mean okay, I’m just gonna move on, but oh man this is going to be a long walk… man if only we had a fifer and a drummer marching with us, it would really make this long march bearable.
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Amelia PoV: four hours later.
We’ve been walking for who knows how long, and we’re only halfway to the first village oh and we lost sight of those guys from the guild ages ago.
The sun set about an hour ago, yeah I’m starting to get tired, which kinda fascinates me, seeing as I never needed to sleep in my dungeon. I guess it’s one of those quirks of being an avatar in an area avatars aren’t supposed to be.
“Hey gals, I think now’s a good spot to rest for the night.” I said, “Let’s try to find somewhere nice and preferably away from the main road.”
My two companions nodded, as Jeannette yawned loudly, rubbing her droopy eyes. I think we’re all tired,
Earalyn came to an abrupt halt, causing both Jeannette and I to come to a stop as well. Earalyn pointed in the distance to our right. “Look, a cabin. Maybe we can hunker there for the night?”
Hey yeah there’s a rundown cabin hidden behind trees and bushes, looks like it has vegetation growing on the walls, I can’t really Tell. but I uh don’t know about this one. Place looks sketchy as heck. Best case scenario it’s empty, worst case scenario it’s got inhabitants… yeah inhabitants that MAY want us gone.
“Let's skip that cabin and find somewhere else, we’ll check it out when we come back after this quest.” I said, watching Earalyn shrug in response.
Oh look at that, there's a nice spot to our left with trees and shrubbery to help conceal our tents, perfect to set up camp. “Let’s say we camp there, I bet we can conceal our tents more if we shuffle around a few bushes.”
Soon after we arrived at the spot just off to the side of the road. We began setting up three wedge tents, I ended up bringing my very own knapsack alongside a blanket roll, but uh suffice to say I had to receive help from my two companions as I completely and utterly messed up mine… anyways once the tents were up I moved some shrubbery and leaves around to I guess better hide our camp. I don’t think we’ll really need it, but it’s better to be safe than sorry.
By the time we finished, the moon was fully visible in the starry skies. I told both Jeannette and Earalyn to keep their muskets close just in case, so I went inside my tent, laid on the ground and began drifting off to sleep.
I awoke feeling rested, how’s that even possible for an avatar? Well whatever, I got out, met up with Earalyn and Jeannette, made a campfire, cooked and ate breakfast, before packing everything up and we continued our journey to that town… What was that place’s name again? Karnetsia yeah that's it.
Suffice to say our continued march was pretty uneventful all things considered. I mean yeah we occasionally passed a soldier patrol or two, even other travelers using the same road as us, and a platoon of Dragdville city guards on horseback rushing past us. At one point we met this merchant that sold us snake oil! Talk about being a snake oil salesman amirite? Ok I’ll see myself out.
Anyways, I got a look at the bottle and it was snake oil alright, and the surprising thing is that the guy didn’t advertise it as ‘medicine’ he just approached us asking if we wanted to buy snake oil. I mean I got exactly what he advertised, which was snake oil.
I don’t know what I’m gonna use it for but I’m sure it’ll be useful in the future! Oh yeah he had a super flashy wagon just thought to add that here. But other than that it’s been quiet.
After some time, after I wanna say five to six hours of walking, it was midday when we arrived at the town of Karnetsia, and whoa why is the place almost empty with barely few people out and about. No sign of that guild wagon to be found. Probably went to a village and not this town.
The three of us approached a middle aged woman ploughing a field. She’s the only one there,“Hey excuse me ma’am- Whoa oh my god!” I recoiled in shock when she turned to face me only to find staring back was a pair of bloodshot eyes and heavy bags under her eyes.
“Were you sent from Dragdville?” She asked as she zoomed right over to my face, all while having what I can only describe as having this deranged look, like a cultist about to summon one of the Great Old Ones.
“Uhhhhh, yeahhh. You could say that” I replied, attempting to back away. She collapses on her knees laughing hysterically.
Once the laughter died, she raised her hands high into the sky, “Oh thank the divines our prayers have answered!” The woman proclaimed.
She stood back up, “PLEASE! You have to help US! Our town has been HIT with an infestation of SPIDERS!” Said, practically screaming certain words, “I haven’t slept in four days…” she then collapses on the ground muttering something about spiders, and spider gods and something about ‘taken’ . I don't know what to make of it.
Why does this feel like the scenario hook of a DnD adventure or actually better yet a Call of Cthulhu scenario hook. I mean think about it: a group gets hired to go to a location to investigate a rumor or a strange report/sighting .Group arrives at the location, discovers something bigger going on. Ie some rando who has gone mad is screaming about ancient gods and whatnot. Group investigates, then stops a cult from, oh I don’t know, summoning Yog-Sothoth or something. Jeannette, Earalyn and I are exactly that group and in Call of Cthulhu you absolutely don’t want to find out what you’re investigating but you are already in too deep to go back.
Fun fact, my sister HATES CoC, she voices her opinion clearly to me at the end of each session, but she does play every time I run a scenario pre written or not with my group. She also tries to deny the fact that she’s almost always the most engaged in the scenario.
Personally, I was never into DnD, I dunno it’s just the game never clicked for me when my sister first invited me to join her group and play her campaign. I still join in every time she asks me to. Just like she always joins my CoC games. I still remember walking into the local comic store with my sister as she split off to join her group at the table they usually play. I remember looking around for something to buy, cause ya know I always feel guilty walking out of local mom and pop shops without buying anything.
Anyways I spotted a small shelf surrounded by DnD books and supplements, with a sign above it depicting a white dragon with the words ‘Chaosium Inc’ in white on a black background. Located specifically at the bottom row, was a book. What drew me to this book was the front cover depicting night time had like a giant creature with an octopus head, overlooking what looked like a tiny sailboat. So I grabbed that book and went to the register, and from then on CoC became my number one TTRPG. Sidenote: the guy running the register talked me into buying more of Chaosium’s books and supplements, and half of my scenarios took place during the Napoleonic Wars!
Oh my god I’m getting absolutely sidetracked, by the time I refocused to what is in front of me, the woman is still on the ground still muttering gibberish. Good lord, I hope I don’t encounter Atlach-Nacha or one of its daughters!
I turn to my companions, “So let's head into town and uh see what's up.” They both gave silent nods muskets on their shoulders.
We walk inside the town and the place is pretty deserted, the only people out and about are armored guards diligently patrolling the streets, except they’re monitoring the ground- oh right spiders.
“Excuse me sir.” I say, waving at one of the guards as he approaches. I got a good look at his face, worn eyes with large bags underneath, black in coloration almost like a bruise.
“What’s going on here exactly?” I asked, as I scanned around the town, finding boarded up buildings, an occasional open shop, and missing posters on walls, and some on the ground… there’s a lot of missing posters.
The guard yawned, “About four days ago in the forest surrounding Karnetsia there was an unexplainable boom in the spider population of an unknown species, and on the same day the Head Speaker of the Karnetsia Town Council was found dead in his office at the town hall, autopsy revealed that spider venom was the cause of death. And just this morning, we found our rep for the Dragdville City Council dead inside his coach. He was set to leave yesterday. Spider venom was also the cause.” The man replied.
Oh wow, just wow, “That’s such a strange murder weapon, is there anything else?”
He shook his head, “No, though there have been reports of Large spiders abducting people, so please be careful ma’am.”
“Okay, maybe I can help? Where's the guard station?” I asked, and he pointed at a stone building just at the end of the street, afterwards he rejoined his squad who continued their patrol.
I nodded, and continued down the street, towards the guard station. Man, this place is really depressing. Huh?! Through the cracks in between the boards from some buildings I can see cobwebs, and they’re glowing a radiant faint blue! Oh dearie me, just what the hell is going on here?
As we got closer to the guard station, a crowd of people gathered around a young man no older than his twenties, wearing white shirt and black waistcoat complete with black trousers. He’s standing atop a wooden platform.
“Now people, I know you're just as tired as I am of these SPIDERS terrorising this fine town so vote for me, Alderson Gray for Speaker, and together we shall ERADICATE these vile arachnids!” A chorus of cheers erupted from amongst the crowd, and some even began chanting ‘Gray’.
I got closer, “What will you use to ‘eradicate’ these spiders?” I called, and he looked at me with a smirk.
“Good question, now instead of telling you. Why don’t I show you instead.” He hopped off, crouched and reached beneath the podium till he procured a musket, no not the ones I use, but the type that denizens of the world use. I’m still calling it a musket.
Alderson stood up and raised the musket high into the sky, “This, my fellow Karnetsians Is what we’ll use to drive these spiders off our town!” He proclaimed, and the cheering from the crowd grew louder.
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Once the cheers died down, I asked another follow up question, “Shouldn’t we try to find the source? What would happen if they come back, say next week?”
People in the crowd began to mutter and chat amongst themselves, “That is something we’ll worry about in the future! After these immediate problems!”
“That lady with the strange outfit is right!” A voice chimed in, he stepped forward and revealed himself, he looks to be in his mid fifties, he’s wearing this stereotypical french nobleman outfit. Oh and he has a monocle on his left eye. “What if they come back after they’ve been killed, what then?” The crowd muttered amongst themselves once more with some saying ‘she’s right’.
“Oh okay then do you have a better suggestion? Cause if not then go and stay in your lumber mill, the ONLY place without any cobwebs, huh.” Alderson walked up to him getting close in his face as the two began glaring daggers at each other.
Then the two were separated, by a third newcomer, one dressed in the typical guard uniform from this country. He has a handlebar mustache and some wicked sideburns.
“Gentlemen please, let’s try and keep things civi-” The guard was interrupted as everyone, and I do mean everyone, including those two yelled for him to ‘shut the hell up’ followed by someone from the crowd snapping back saying and I quote, ‘you’re the only one here that’s been getting a good night’s rest, I haven’t slept in four days!’ End quote.
Wait a minute everyone here has heavy dark bags and or bloodshot eyes, or a combo of the two. The only one who has none of those is the Guard who recoiled in shock.
HAS NOBODY BEEN GETTING ANY SLEEP IN THIS TOWN! Good lord man, just how BAD IS this infestation? Surely the missing posters aren’t connected right? RIGHT?
The guard raises his hands, “Hey now, let’s not get too hasty here.” He nervously said, rightfully so, “Why don’t we relocate to somewhere more appropriate, yeah?”
The two men who were previously staring each other down clicked their tongues and walked away in separate directions. Soon after the crowd dissipated, leaving only Jeannette, Earalyn, and I, along with that guard.
“Soooo, just what exactly is going on here?” I asked, breaking the awkward silence that’s formed.
The guard took his helmet off, “We’ll, as you can see this town is in a bit of a rough spot, I’m Commander Donaghue by the way nice to meet you. But going back, this all started when the town’s Head Speaker of our council Joshua Hues, was found dead inside his office in the town hall, autopsy reported high dosage of spider venom… and that's when the infestation began. Not to mention an increasing number of missing person’s reports increasing by the day. Which coincidentally began occurring after the Speaker was found dead. The whole town’s on edge right now.”
Okay so he’s basically told me the same info as that guard from earlier said, AND those missing posters were related. Hoo boy, what did I get myself into? This is FAR more than just a simple ‘rumour’.
“Listen sir,” I said, walking up to him and laid a hand on his left shoulder, “I’ll help you, I and my two companions were sent from the Adventurers Guild, to investigate this ‘arachnid-like’ sightings that the guildmaster informed me about, and also those ‘Strange Spiders’ mentioned in a letter from a carrier pigeon the guild received.”
He looked apprehensive for a moment. “They got my letter?” he asked, to which I nodded in response.
The Commander beamed a wide smile, and tears of joy began streaming out, “Ever since the last group from the guild arrived and vanished without a trace we were beginning to lose hope!” He wipes away the tears “Listen, ma’am you can help us! Start by searching the town hall, maybe we missed something? Who knows, we searched that place and found no break-ins, and by extension try to find the missing adventurers sent by the guild.”
“Great, we’ll start there now!” I said, placing my hands to my hips, “Where’s the town hall?”
“Alright so from here take a left then…”
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Amelia: PoV
We arrived outside a two story brick building with a domed roof, standing just off to the side was a guard who introduced himself as Private Arnold Griggs who graciously opened the double-doors for us. I asked him about the current situation, he told me that the town hall has been closed ever since the Head Speaker died.
He also added his own anecdote. So according to him, last night he awoke to loud skittering, and there standing outside his bedroom was twelve spiders! Fortunately he fought them off using a chair! He finished saying that he’ll be and I quote “Sleeping with a sword beside me for the rest of my life.” Yikes.
Inside the reception room, behind the receptionist desk is a staircase that leads up and a door to the left labeled ‘basement’. So far there’s nothing out of the ordi- I stand corrected, there's cobwebs on the ceiling, glowing a faint blue.
“Alright so from what Commander Donaghue said, the Speaker’s office is on the second floor, first door on the left.” I state, “Now Jeannette keep watch of the stairs while Earalyn and I search the Speaker’s office.”
Jeannette saluted, and stood by the stairs as Earalyn and I continued up, and once we got there, we happened upon a corridor and sure enough the first door on the left had a plaque that read ‘Karnetsian Speaker of the Council’s Office.
I slowly opened the door, saber in hand with Earalyn’s musket over my shoulder pointing towards the door. I peeked my head inside and the room was a complete mess, the chairs on both sides of the desk turned to the side, papers scattered everywhere, but the most peculiar thing of all is that the desk is covered in cobwebs.
Okay so unrelated, but there's two flags flanking the desk, and its design is a blue, white and green horizontal tricolor flag, with a red canton that has a gold flag on a pole. That’s the best way I can describe it, which oddly enough this is the first time I’ve seen this country’s flag. Okay back to being on topic.
“Earalyn I’ll check the desk, try to see if there’s anything hidden around the room.” The response I received was a brief ‘yes ma’am’ and walked off to a table with vases and plants on top. Now the desk itself isn’t very special, it’s your typical standard wood desk with two drawers. I absolutely can’t read what's on the papers as they’re covered in cobwebs and hnghhh, good god these cobwebs just will not budge… alright I’m gonna stop before I break or potentially ruin any extra evidence that the guards failed to collect.
How about the drawers? Nope covered in cobwe- Wait! There’s a compartment next to the left drawer. Damn, the handle has a padlock, “Hey Earalyn could you lend me a hand here?”
Earalyn who’d just finished rearranging the vases and pots on top of the table. And came over beside me, “Well I found some kind of hidden compartment next to the left drawer, but it’s locked tight.”
“Perhaps this may be of help?” Earalyn said, and she had glowed a faint electric-blue hue which also engulfed said padlock, soon after I heard a ‘click’ and the padlock fell on the floor.
So inside the compartment, there’s a note of some kind, although some words have been scribbled over. From what I can legibly read, it says:
Chesterton’s… strange behavior. Late-night trips to the forest. Reports of glowing lights. No direct evidence, but something is happening. Townsfolk say they hear whispering near the abandoned church north of town. Must investigate further. If I disappear, look at him…
So who the hell is Chesterton? Then suddenly I heard a thump coming from downstairs, “Oh crap something must’ve happened to Jeannette!” I ran out the door saber in hand as fast as I could with Earalyn frantically following close behind.
Though when Earalyn and I reached the ground floor, much to our relief Jeannette was worryingly staring at the basement door, clutching her musket tight.
She turned to face me after hearing frantic footsteps coming from Earalyn and I, “S-so you heard that too r-right.”
I gulped, and nodded, “Yeah.” Then I slowly walked towards the door with my saber pointing towards, I can guarantee you, something is gonna jump out at me. Man, I'm ready for a jumpscare!
Once the door was fully open, nothing jumped out. Well that was pretty anticlimactic… Although the basement is completely pitch dark. Fortunately Earalyn stepped forward and provided us with a light source in the form of a glowing blue orb floating on one hand. This does mean that she won’t be using her musket.
“So who wants to go first?” I ask, staring into the dark abyss that is the basement, of course no one said anything. “Alright guess I’m going down first watch my back.”
Inside the basement, from what I can see are stacks of dusty boxes. What’s curious is that some of them look as if someone shoved or moved them. There’s a box that lay shattered on the floor which explained the loud thud from earlier.
That’s odd… Commander Donaghue said that the town hall has been closed off ever since the Head Speaker, Joshua Hues died. Heck even the guard posted outside further corroborated this and said that nobody’s been inside ever since his death. Which oh god I’m getting this sinking feeling inside my stomach almost like butterflies are fluttering about…
“Uh guys-” I was interrupted when this massive black spider with a strange red symbol on its abdomen, the size of a Great Dane, fell from the ceiling and hissed at us baring its razor sharp fangs. Then it lunged at me.
“AHHHH SHOOT IT KILL IT!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I flailed my saber around hoping to hit it mid-flight, fortunately for me a loud bang erupted behind me and the spider died mid-flight. Once it fell harmlessly to the ground I poked it with the tip of my saber, confirming that it is indeed quite dead.
“Um, l-look i-i-in f-front.” I heard Jeannette stammer out, I looked in front of me and OH JESUS THERE'S MORE. In the darkness I see multiple blue and red eyes staring back at us, and it keeps increasing.
“LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE PRONTO!” And I ran up the stairs, my girls not needing to be told twice followed suit, once we got back up I shut the basement door and locked , good thing too as a mixture of scratching and banging on the door was heard.
“You two, find something ANYTHING, and block this door, I’ll try to keep it shut in a hurry!” I ordered, both Earalyn and Jeannette ran off without saying anything, while I leaned my body against the door.
Oh dear everything that is sacred and holy! The pounding is just getting louder and louder. A spider leg pierced through the door and appeared right in between my legs.
EARALYN AND JEANNETTE HURRY UP! Another spider leg pierced through the door this time appearing next to my head. Oh please I don’t wanna die like this! Being eaten by spiders. If anything I’d rather die being eaten by an Arachne! Cause at least I’d get to stare at their cute faces and ‘assets’ as she consumes me.
I violently shake my head. NO Amelia STOP IT, now’s not the time to be fantasizing!
Just then Jeannette appeared carrying a stack of three chairs, and began propping them up against the door. I appreciate the effort, but I’m afraid these measly chairs won’t hold!
Earalyn appeared immediately right after Jeannette telekinetically carried a whole bunch of furniture. From tables to a whole Couch! I jumped away from the door and watched a whole lot of furniture just be piled up and reinforced.
“That should hold them for a while.” Earalyn states. True enough the pounding ceased soon after. I took a large breath and exhaled.
We got outside, and there was Private Griggs, still vigilantly scanning the deserted streets. He turned to us, “So find anything?”
Oh we did alright, plus more. “So we found a note hidden inside the Speaker’s desk. Apparently he was writing about this ‘Chesterton’ guy. Know anything about him?”
Griggs contemplated for a moment, before nodding. “Oh Chesterton, yeah I know him. Practically everyone in this town knows him, and his uhh strange interests. He’s our only biologist and assists our town doctor. Oh, and he’s also running to be the next Head Speaker alongside Martin Rourke and Alderson Gray. Why? What did the Speaker write about him?”
“Something about his strange behavior, late-night trips to forests and whatnot. Yeah that note was just a jumbled mess.” Suddenly his eyes narrowed, he looked left, then right, almost as if he’s checking for something… or someone. He got closer right after.
“Hey so you didn’t hear this from me.” Griggs whispered, “But two days ago I saw him walk into the forest, and he came out some three hours later.”
And the rabbit hole just got deeper. “I see, oh and before I go. Might wanna deal with the basement. There's a lot of giant spiders there.”
His eyes widened, growing as big as a golf ball. I jest but seriously his eyes have grown.
“GIANT SPIDERS!” He just collapses onto the ground and laughs hysterically. Occasionally interrupted by him saying ‘as if this can’t get any worse’. Okay now my guy is now muttering incoherently…
We walked away, “Well that was something…” my two companions silently nodded. Where should we- wait, hold on! I have a system notification.
Hubdhahduslfk, excuse me what? WHAT?! There’s no way. Status.
Name: Amelia Yokakko
Dungeon Name: Yokakko Dungeon (Temporary)
Exp Req: 67,546/67,547
Level: 16
Sanity: Infinite
Mythos Rating: NA
Mana: 320/320
Mana Regen: 65 per hour
Floors: 6/12
Traps: 8
Puzzles: 3
Titles: Early Survivor
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Oh nah, oh nah, oh nah, there's no way. No way, absolutely no way. Status!
Name: Amelia Yokakko
Dungeon Name: Yokakko Dungeon (Temporary)
Exp Req: 67,546/67,547
Level: 16
Sanity: Infinite
Mythos Rating: NA
Mana: 320/320
Mana Regen: 65 per hour
Floors: 6/12
Traps: 8
Puzzles: 3
Titles: Early Survivor
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Hehehe hahahaha, this must be a joke, you know a goof, a gaff, a funny haha. So please stop playing with me! Status.
Name: Amelia Yokakko
Dungeon Name: Yokakko Dungeon (Temporary)
Exp Req: 67,546/67,547
Level: 16
Sanity: Infinite
Mythos Rating: NA
Mana: 320/320
Mana Regen: 65 per hour
Floors: 6/12
Traps: 8
Puzzles: 3
Titles: Early Survivor
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Oh. My. God. Not only do I have a Sanity stat, but also a MYTHOS RATING stat as well… This isn’t a joke, nor is it a goof. Guys this is serious, somehow H.P. Lovecraft’s Cthulhu Mythos has not only infiltrated this world, but also has begun to infest it, because I know exactly what this ‘Mythos Rating’ stat is referring to! Nah man you can’t fool me! Wait, hold on, I need to test something real quick.
I stared intently at Jeannette who suddenly began to look very self-conscious. Status on Jeannette.
Name: Jeannette-Dubois Seyrais
Adventurer Level: 1
Class: Elite Line Infantry
Race: Human (Dungeon Creature)
Gender: Female
Sanity: Infinite
Mythos Rating: NA
HP: 250
MP: 0
Upon staring wide-eyed at Jeannette’s stats which bore no difference to what is printed on her guild card, save for the inclusion of two extra stats.
I stare up to the heavens. Those assassins sent to kill me are annoying as they already are, that ‘hero’ was extremely annoying. Oh my god these cultists worshiping the ‘Great Old Ones’ are somehow gonna be even more annoying than the previous two.
Is it still possible for me to dip out and leave Karnetsia for the next vic-I mean Investigators? Oh who am I kidding, I’m already in too deep. So should I go searching for this Chesterton guy? Or should I go talk to Rourke and or Gray? Decisions, decisions.
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Meanwhile elsewhere
The 13th Legion was on the move after months of preparation, their march spurred into action by the arrival of two heroes summoned at their forest camp hidden deep within the Methyr wilderness. Among the soldiers, the mood was mixed. The veterans of the Legion were eager to face the enemy, while the fresh recruits carried an air of uncertainty, still grappling with their resolve.
The two newest heroes sat at the back of a wagon, trailing alongside the marching 13th Legion. Their mission: to relieve the beleaguered defenders of Convaeltica, the sole city that had refused to bow to the Cult's rule. This act of defiance had drawn the ire of the newly established Theocracy, which laid siege on the city as an act of so called "divine punishment." The siege had persisted ever since the Cult rose to power and the Theocracy was proclaimed over a century ago.
The two heroes now clad in segmented armor and a red tunic for padding underneath. Though in the case for Evelyn her tunic is longer with her leather pteruges also extended to match the length. Their helmets coincidentally called ‘galea’ sport golden colored horsehair. Roger Winkleton, one of the Legion’s heroes, jokingly referred to the equipment as ‘Roman Legionnaire fit’. Of course nobody got the joke, not even Evelyn understood the joke leaving poor Roger to sulk for the rest of the day.
“So, Roger, I never got the chance.” Evelyn asked, gaining the attention of the man previously sharpening his blade. “But where are you from? I'm from Boston, Massachusetts!”
Roger perked up, “Really! What a coincidence I’m also from Massachusetts!”
“Oh cool! Which part?” Now Evelyn is really excited at the prospect of meeting another Massachusettsan.
“I’m from Arkham. Arkham Massachusetts. The strangest city in the USA, but I still love it either way!” Roger jumped up hitting his head on the wagon, causing a yelp of pain as he sat back down rubbing his head.
Evelyn tilted her head in confusion. Clearly she’s never heard of Arkham THE BEST CI- Achem, “Hey so uhh, I’ve visited every place in Massachusetts, never heard of a city named Arkham… and I’ve lived in the state for all my life.”
“WHAT!” And thus a can of worms has been unleashed upon Evelyn.
Hey There Cthulhu and omg she not only said Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn but also CLEANLY sang it!