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i may drop this (at least temporarily) because i have reached the hell zone of my schedule
Lv. 42
HP: 253/506 SP: 450/450 MP: 30/30
(400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% | END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% | DEX – 50 (50) | LUC – 40 (30) + 10


Well, her joke got an appropriate level of response.

On the topic of escape, Mags gave a good nod. As much as she was curious on what would happen, she didn't really want to be boiled alive. Her health pool was already pretty low from her bad decisions.

"This looks like a job for me."

Using her brutish strength and her pickaxe, she began to cut footholds into the steep drop down. Really, it was just like climbing a mountain. Not that Mags had ever done that, so her attempts were pretty clumsy. Kind of like an ape bashing a spike into a wall. She was born and raised in flat land, after all. After she managed to raise herself a foot off the ground, she dropped back down to the ground.

"I could try to throw some of you guys up."

Truly, she was the genius of a generation.
Lv. 42
HP: 253/506 SP: 450/450 MP: 30/30
(400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% | END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% | DEX – 50 (50) | LUC – 40 (30) + 10


Even with the rough tumbling onto Amulak and Klein, Mags didn't really apologize for anything as she got up. Really, if Klein didn't want to be thrown, he wouldn't have fallen into Mags. If Amulak didn't want to have Klein thrown into him, he shouldn't of stood in the way.

With a sweaty huff, she looked around her new surroundings. Magma, eggs pods, and heat. That's what there was.

"We're in a brood pit." She said as she approached one of the eggs. What did this all remind her of... It reminded her of something but she could barely place it. It was some old movie she watched years ago with her dad. As Ames poked around at one and became panicked over what was inside, Mags took Raime's advice to heart and did the exact opposite. She remembered the film like a bolt of lightning. With a quick spin, she turned to the rest of the group with her hands on her face. Mimicking a spider-like creature, her palms blocked her mouth while her fingers gripped the sides of her face and thumbs mimicked a tail.

Jokingly muffled yelps of fright came out of her as she fought with this self-made parasitoid threat.
It was another evening for Roku. Familiar sounds filled the kitchen. A hot iron sizzled as it cooked an egg. The rice cooker waited as the rice turned to a puffy state. Roku's familiar cutting noises. The crunch of vegetables under a knife. The collision of cutting board and blade. The sound of meat splitting under blade. Really, cooking was something Roku was always proud of. It was something he had done for a long time, as evidenced by every task being finished at once. He made a lot. After all, martial practitioners were often slaves to their appetite. He assembled each bento box with an eye for detail. The octopus and crab sausages were place among the rice, egg, and vegetables. The theme of these boxes were a day at the beach. Was it accurate? About as much as a bento could be.

As day turned night, his duties and obligations to his personal life were completed. The lunches for the dojo were placed in the fridge. He kept five of the boxes for himself. After all, who knew if someone would be hungry at the agency!

So Roku entered the Shokuden as he always did. His mission history wasn't exactly the most tenured, but he remained a consistent figure for those in the Shokuden. Even if he just appeared every now and again between training to offer a meal for the night.

"Bento, anyone?" He asked everyone "I'll trade some for a mission~."
Lv. 42
HP: 253/506 SP: 450/450 MP: 30/30
(400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% | END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% | DEX – 50 (50) | LUC – 40 (30) + 10


Oh good lord. That man was really trying it; his any% pork-an-NPC speedrun was going at full speed. Well. In all honesty, he was progressing faster than the three of them. "Yea. Since we don't have a healer, I'll be on the razor's edge if I get poisoned."

Was this where Mags was going to die? Maybe. Alternatively, she could get horned down by the Lamia's brain control. Beating the shit out of her friends with the excuse of mind control would be pretty fun. However, she did have some pretty strong willpower. When the going got tough and she was faced with an insurmountable wall in a game, she was the type of person to just run headfirst into the wall until her anger mentally shattered her.

"Eh, I'm ready to go whenever."


Cleaved was an insect's body as Beniha's blade cut through their strange biology. Really, these bugs were beginning to get on her nerves. As her slash finished, a knife came flying by her head. It missed by virtue of Beniha remaining in motion. From the iai to her "sheathing" of her fiery blade, she didn't stop moving. It was only natural that a blade in the dark didn't hit its mark. Though, it came a little close for comfort judging by the subtle feelings of wind on her cheek. Next came the feathers. The torrent of feathers that came back at her were given a similar level of care. More or less, she didn't react to her own feathers at all. They simply avoided striking their master, instead choosing to circle around her as they dissipated into the darkness.

"Spare me the masturbatory villain speech," Beniha told the two intelligent devils. Her voice was as grim as it was annoyed. "I don't give a shit about how much a suit costs or what you think. I'm just here to solve a disturbance."

A light ignited the end of a stick of incense, briefly illuminating her mouth.

"And the way I see it? You two are part of that disturbance."

The feathers that had once vanished now returned. This time, they flew to embed themselves in the area, illuminating the bugs, crystals, and devils that opposed her. She remained in the darkness, the only thing audible being the deep breaths she now took.

She was charging something.
Lv. 42
HP: 253/506 SP: 450/450 MP: 30/30
(400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% | END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% | DEX – 50 (50) | LUC – 40 (30) + 10


Hearing the name "LIFESIZED RIDLEY IN A 15 FOOT JAR" being shouted in the plaza confused her. She actually forgot she set her chat name to that one. Such was the life of a meme goblin who kept on using bizarre names in discord.

A thought filled her mind.

If he was already dead, wouldn't he just respawn 3 in game days later? Was there really that much of a reason to try and save him? The cat who was doing her own thing must have died like 5 times already. It was pretty unnecessary to try to save him. Well, that was unless those lamias kept him captive. Alternatively, porked him into submission. The only way out would be him taking the L-pill. Did this game have R-18 content? Who knew. Actually, were the lamias even hot? It'd be disappointing to pop on in and see that the lamias were just biped snakes. It was a rule of fantasy games that every female species had to be hot, damn it!

However, Mags did want to get those final 2 levels to finally begin to juice up to her blacksmith state.

Plus, she might be able to finagle a social link with a shrine maiden...

"Right ladies, we're gonna go save Lugh's cornhole from hot snakes. Also I'm bailing if we run into the worms again."

She punched her own hand in the anticipation of what was to come.

It made a painful crunch as she instantly regretted doing so.
Lv. 42
HP: 253/506 SP: 450/450 MP: 30/30
(400) + 60 + 10% (400) + 50 + 0% (30) + 0 + 0%
STR – 163 (136) + 5 + 15% | AGI – 61 (50) + 5 + 10% | END – 73 (69) + 10 + 5% | DEX – 50 (50) | LUC – 40 (30) + 10


The grinding trip was boring. It could have been worse. They could have been trapped in it for weeks like some bad anime arc. It went by quick, however, and before they knew it, Mags found herself back in the plaza with the rest of the goons. There, they'd been conversating about their next plan. More specifically, how they'd do the upcoming event.

"I'll probably just glue myself onto Ames like before," Mags said with a shrug. "to be honest, I ain't followed the political subplot. Reading lore make my brain hort and I want to throw brick. Also make brick. Me want get blacksmith."

The prospect of tossing whatever junk she made at things sounded hilarious to her. With a quick flick of the keystone, she figured that she just needed to buy a personal forge and get training. How expensive and long could that be? It was just a hot tube of metal and some hammer banging. Though, doing so when the party was just about to gallivant was probably not so smart.

"Gonna see if I can buy a personal forge with my," she checked an invisible wallet, "6000 neetbux."


They were in view. Well, not really. The darkness of the dome had made it difficult to see further than a few feet in front. She could hear them, though. It helped that the constant stream of bugs around her chose to focus on whatever the owners of the voices were doing. The tornado of feathers that surrounded her lit her way. It wasn't much light, but it was enough to ensure that she wouldn't trip on things in front of her. Then, the ground in front of her reflected the light from her feathers. The fact that the rocks she could barely see were being sucked away wasn't something she noticed. Years of experience taught her that reflective surfaces were ghoulish and were to be avoided. She was getting there in age, too. One bad slip...

She leapt during her sprint. Her feathers that surrounded her coalesced in two parts. One, a platform beneath her feet she could jump off of, avoiding the ground as much as she could. The second formed a ball in her hands. It was unstable creation, wishing to break apart at the first possible moment. Still, she leapt off the quickly vanishing platform with the ball in hand. In air, she pitched it at the two having a conversation. Quickly, it burst into a bright torrent of feathers loosely aimed at whatever was in the area.

Using the cover of darkness, she moved along the ground. When she was within reach, a blade of flame formed as she drew from an invisible scabbard. An immense iai designed to slice at whatever was in front of her. It seemed like an outstretched arm. Hard to tell in the darkness. It might have just been another insect leg.


Well, Sheri had no more use for the dog tracker. She tossed it to the ground, it crawling towards the downed guard's body. That was strange. One would think it would crawl towards the harpy that was currently attempting to murder Vera. Well, appearances were deceiving. Something about Kiska saying it was only supposed to be a test came to mind. Was it some form of noble's murder mansion mystery that she read in one of the chronologues? The customs of the earthern folk often changed. Really, why did they even have recordings of their cultures? The cultures were oddly ephemeral, unlike the culture of Saint Telhan.

Wait. Right. Vera was going to be possibly murdered.

With a motion of Sheri's fingers across a page of Transporation of Tomes, the other floating books--save for the silver directory tome--took an open position in front of the mage. In a brief moment of competence, Sheri flipped through the pages of the books in front of her with a dangerous amount of intent. She tapped various columns, symbols, and pages within each book.

The Book of Increased Weights seemed to shimmer with a magical glow. Preservation techniques to protect its integrity washed over it. The book, well, increased in weight. Finally, she thrust a finger across the Transportation of Tomes once more. The Book of Increased Weights was launched at the harpy. Sheri carefully watched the battlefield. She was ready to redirect it away at a moment's notice. A third because she was predicting the harpy to dodge it. A third was because it may have been sent towards Vera. A third because she wasn't sure if the unconscious guard was good or not.

Well, if it was going to hit Vera, she'd do her best to redirect it upwards.

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