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[right][color=6D9Db2][b]Victory Manor[/b]
8 AM[/color][/right]
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SPLASH

A shocking cold feeling washed over Castor as he struggled for breath. He shot up from the ground sitting upright, he was sopping wet from head to toe. He wiped the cold water from his eyes as he blew his nostrils free of water. He looked around, he was sitting in the foyer of Victory Manor with Bellona standing over him. In her arms she held a wooden bucket, the weapon used to drown him seconds earlier. 

Castor jumped to his feet, a sharp pain hit his arm as stood up. He shivered as a breeze hit his back, the wooden doors were wide open. Presumably, he had made it back home by a miracle and had passed out before he could even close the doors behind him.

[color=crimson]”Looks like someone had an eventful night.”[/color]

The goddess held a wry smile on her face as Castor internally sighed. He would not hear the end of this, he could already hear her teasings over this going on months into the future. Clutching his arm he spoke, [color=salmon]”Yeah yeah, hilarious.”[/color] He shook his good arm as droplets of water spattered the cobblestone floor. [color=salmon]”You could’ve just woken me up normally dammit.”[/color] muttered Castor.

The goddess merely smiled, [color=crimson]“I could have...but this was much more enjoyable.’[/color] She set the bucket down on the ground and started to walk back into the hallway she came. [color=crimson]”Make sure you clean up this mess.’[/color] she called over her shoulder as she walked away. 

Castor stood there in the puddle, embarrassed and slightly nauseous, with an especially shitty taste in his mouth. He winced as an image of him puking in someone else mouth flashed through his mind for a second. His stained blouse was now soaked and stuck to his body. Running a hand through his damp black hair he strained to remember what had occurred the night before. Conveniently, he just remembered Dahlia and Odin’s spiel before he blacked out. After that was just flashes and pieces of a hectic night. Feeling his arm and the fishy taste in his mouth, Castor figure it was probably for the best that he not remember for now. 

As he started to remove his soaked clothing he felt a crinkle in his left pocket. He pulled out a half soaked crumpled up note. As Castor unfolded it he was greeted by a bill for 825,000 v from Odin himself, resolved if this party could reach level 2 within the year. A near impossible feat as it was unprecedented to pass level 1 in such a short timeframe. The backside of the note said 11 am, so he would have no time to think about it.

[color=salmon]”Tch”[/color]

Castor crushed the note in his hand and crammed it into the visor of a decorative suit of armor. He balled up his soaked blouse and started to wipe up the wet floor. The angry look on his face slowly turned to a wide grin. [color=salmon]”Too fucking easy.”[/color]
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[right][color=6D9Db2][b]Dungeon Entrance[/b]
Hours Later[/color][/right]
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Castor made his way over to Dahlia and the others, now rehydrated and motivated. He was antsy and ready to go. An opportunity had presented itself with this ‘alliance of gods’ to showcase his abilities and make a name for himself. He stood at least almost a head taller than everyone else as he took his place amongst the group. He wore a well-worn leather jerkin over a long sleeved white shirt. His pants were loose and comfortable, allowing for maximum movement and breathability. On his belt was a shabby leather scabbard with a small shortsword no longer than a foot. Castor rested his spear over his shoulders as he hung his long arms over it, like a scarecrow watching over a field.

Castor watched as Varanense introduced himself and the cat-person heartily clapped him on the back and spoke optimistically. Castor chuckled to himself and sneered, [color=salmon]”That wrinkly old man can play whatever games he wants, level 2 is no sweat, debt or not.”[/color] His arrogance was palpable as level 2 was indeed a sweat.

He sauntered over to Dahlia and leaned on his spear down to eye level with a pensive look on his face. His long fingers stroked his chin as he looked at her deep in thought examining her facial features closely. [color=salmon]”Did I puke on you last night by any chance?”[/color]