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The soldier seemed to be unresponsive to those that were trying to help him. Sampson conjured up a fireball and shove it into the soldiers still bleeding arm. The Knight seemed to not feel the pain as his wound was burned shut. "Open your eyes Jackson! Stay with me!" With a heavy-handed smack, the young boy Jack, slapped the Knight in the face. Jack no! You disrespectful little-" Just then the Soldier came back to reality. "Cap-Captain...is it....really you?" The dying knight said almost to his last breath. "Rest now. We'll get you back to the city." The Captain motioned for the soldiers that accompanied them there to take the wounded back to the city where he could get some much-needed healing. As the 2 knights are dragging their comrade back to the carpet the injured soldier suddenly screams out. "Watch out....they're coming...." This caught Sampson off guard as he was primarily focused with tending to the injured.

The group split, a few went to assist the injured man while the others acted as a shield for what was to come out of the entrance. Good thinking on their part as a few moments pass, a pair slow clumsy footsteps could be heard approaching. Heavy armor clinking about as the footsteps begin to approach closer and closer. A figure could be seen in the distance. A slightly taller person with bigger and bulkier armor then the soldier that had previously exited. Sampson turned towards the entrance seeing as much as he could into the darkness. "Brother?" Anyone whose eyes could adjust to the dark could see the figure plain as day. It was a Skeletal Monster,
wearing dark retro-style armor and carrying a large axe. Upon further examination, one could see he wasn't alone either. He had at least 2 behind him. As the Wraith approached closer, it let out a large screech before charging the line towards Arwyn and Arton.



A glimpse into what the types of things you will be witnessing. I hope Arton has a strong stomach.
As the King exited the building he was first approached by the Night Elf of the group. L'eonard had heard of the Night Elf people but he had never seen one before in person. A look of fascination crept across the king's face. He couldn't help but ponder her up and down, taking extreme note of her clothing. He couldn't help himself but intrude into her personal space and lightly flick her armor. He was quickly interrupted by Gunthrum clearing his throat very loud and abrupt. Taking a mental note of everything he just learned the look vanished from his face. He briefly cleared his throat. "Apologies.....Arwyn? To answer your question. Chett and I have conquered 2 dungeons in our time of knowing each other. He is very strong and knowledgeable. But even then it only took us 5 days max. I do agree with you though, that time has been wasted. The King came to a complete stop as the Draeni, Arton, asked his question. I mean this group looks really strong. How many dungeons have you conquered? I should have called the WAA in the first place." The group now stood in front of the front doors to the castle leading out into the courtyard. Before the King could answer the question for himself, Sampson spoke."15 Knights hand-picked from my own elite squad by me. They're ready to die to complete their mission!"


After speaking, Sampson hawks a loogy on the floor. Gunthrum immediately begins cleaning it with a rag. The King glares at Sampson, letting out a slight killing intent. He points his finger at Sampson. "Bad Dog!" A small stream of water hits Sampson in the face through the opening in his helmet. Afterward, he releases the pressure and turns towards the door pushing them open.
"What he says is true. 15 men. Try to find them but don't strain yourselves. Dungeons are perilous and sometimes infinite with millions of pathways. I recommend you lot stay together. The King began laughing loud and obnoxious like. "What am I saying?! Your all dungeon crawling badasses!" On the other side of the door were 2 knights. Sampson led the group out, while Gunthram and L'eonard stayed inside the castle. "These 2 knights will escort you to the dungeon. It is up to you to complete your task." The 2 knights stood on top of what seemed to be a carpet. Once everyone was standing on it, the 2 knights began to conjure magic spells that made the carpet float and then take off high into the sky. From that high up, the group could see the view of the entire city as well as ships sailing in from miles away. On the outer edge of the city was a formation of earth that looked like it obviously didn't belong there. The magic carpet was flying the group directly towards it. It was then that the usually silent boy began to speak. "Hey!! Look at that. It's the entrance...oooooooh. This looks interesting." Jack began spazzing out into his book. Upon getting closer the group could see the dungeon clear as day.




The area around the entrance was scorched black, however, ash covered the majority of the area. The entrance itself resembled a giant head with the mouth serving as a gateway beckoning the heroes to go deeper. The eyes glowed red and emitted a smoke cloud that rained ash into the area. The place reeked of death and despair. Jack was the first off the carpet before it could even land. He was cycling through his book taking note of everything around him. From the way, the dungeon looked, to the ash clouds above that only lingered around the head of the dungeon. Anyone with magic affinity could feel darkness emitting from the cloud. Sampson quickly hoped off to catch up with the boy."Loooooook at that cloud. It's so beautiful." The boy seemed hypnotized by the very essence of the dungeon. "Stay close kid you don't know what may come out of that pl-" Before Sampson could finish his speech a lone knight began walking out of the dungeon. Exhaustion could be heard from each step he took. One after another until he was finally visible to the entrance. He made brief eye contact with the group before collapsing. "Cap..tain?" His armor looked bloody and beaten. The soldier himself was missing an arm and his helmet. Sampson quickly rushed to his aid.
Alrighty. Ill have a post up within a few hours.
Sure. But if the consequence is the death of your character, would you do it?
magically caused anti-magic being fixed with more magic is wonderfully recursive.


Everything has an opposite. If fire has water then Magic in its base form of Mana would have Anti Magic as its opposite. But unlike fire and water; these 2 "elements" are week to each other. Anti Magic = Magic. Fire<water<lightning<earth etc.

MKaybe if we find a magic hammer we can just hit it until it starts working again?

That, or call mystic support. Are there any payphones in the dungeon, or will we need mobile phones to make calls?


It wouldnt be that simple or easy. It may take all your mana for years or even a life or 2. Anti Magic is no joke just like Magic is a force to be reckoned with. Just image what someone could do with a spell book full of anti magic skills in a world ran by magic...
I'd expect those places would also have an eerie, empty atmosphere which would also have the characters uncomfortably on edge?


Yup. These areas would mostly be deprived of life. No trees no grass, no birds. Eerie and filled with death.

So anti-magic zones?


Not necessarily. One would still be able to cast magic spells however it would take a longer charge time and it will be slightly weakened. But fear not. If magic caused the anti-magic zone then magic can fix it.
So out of combat but still exploring a potentially dangerous area, the characters wouldn't recover MP since they'd be too 'on guard' to relax and recover?


My thoughts exactly. Or you may come across an area that has been completely drained of Mana by some sort of magic. Those types of places are hard to recover in too.
The king patiently waited for the arrival of the rest of his guests. One by one they were each escorted to the meeting room. The last to enter, a young girl claiming herself to be a princess. The King waited 15 minutes after her entrance to begin his meeting. With a simple wave of his hand, the attendants, servers, and violinists all left the room. Gunthrum was the only one to remain, standing silently on the Kings left side waiting for an order. The mood of the room suddenly changed to a more deathly-serious tone. The King showed a welcoming smile before he began to speak. "Oi oi. Seems like this is everyone. Well, thank you all for joining us here in the castle. For those I haven't met yet, I am the King of Meteora Kingdom, L'eonard Aldvin. I assume that all of you have chosen to come here for whatever reasons, the goal will be the same." The King snapped his fingers never taking his eyes off his guests. Gunthrum placed a mat on the table. The map had been altered by some form of magic and thusly a more detailed map projected from the paper into the air itself. "This is a map of the area outside the city. About a week ago, a dark cloud appeared here shooting a bolt into the ground." The king pointed to the map and it instantly was marked with an X. "I figured that it must have been some sort of dungeon. So I sent my Champion to investigate."

Up until now the Kings voice was happy and cheerful. Now it began to change into a more worrisome tone. "He has yet to return. I fear that something has happened inside the dungeon. Even worse, Meteora's enemies linger on the border. If they were to find out about the Champions absence they will surely attack the capital." The King stood walking over to a bag in the corner. This was the first time the King looked away from his guests. He returned, dropping the bag on the table. The sound of thousands of coins smacking together could be heard. I have 20,000 gold here for anyone that returns alive with my champion.
The treasure you find inside is yours to keep.
The knight Sampson began to speak. "My King, why have you summoned me here? Their adventures look skilled enough to take on this mission." True, however, I have a different mission for you and Jack. Jack is from the college of knowledge and will be a great help while moving through the dungeon. However hes just a boy. You will protect him Sampson.
If you happen to reach the end and extract the artifact, there will be a bonus for bringing it back."


The King moved to the door opening it up. Now if there are any questions please follow me and id be happy to answer them on the way out. Im afraid time is of the essence." The King exited the room first, followed by Gunthrum, Jack and lastly Sampson. The King was heading towards the Castle entrance where another platoon of Apostle Knights waited to escort the group across the plain and to the dungeon itself.
@Pseudo Stygian MP will replinish roughly the same 10 points each post. The only time it will drain is in combat. Outside of combat it instantly regenerates unless your in an area with low MP recovery.
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