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Conniferium: Book 1: Chapter 7

           After being teleported out of the clock game arena, the group found themselves back in the stadium that they had initially been lowered into upon entering the dungeon, but the stage that had been there earlier had now disappeared. Sitting in the stands of the arena were the teams who had been defeated, including the office workers Tom’s group had just faced off against. They were placed on one side of the arena, and on the other was the squad of Fullmoon soldiers who had entered the dungeon.

Dolf: Damn, I knew it’d be them who made it to the end.

Tom: Think we can take em?

Dolf: Depends on what kinda game they have in store for us this time…

           Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the air above the arena. When the contestants looked up it was not Nallo who they saw, but a handsome man with a chiseled face, short and well-groomed hair, and a fancy white tuxedo peppered with multicolored half circles. There was something about the man that gave him an air of importance. Something other than the way he levitated in the air.

Dolf: Is that who I think it is?

Tom: It’s him, Semicircle.

Semicircle: Hello Everyone! It has been great fun to watch you all fight each other. I am the god known as Semicircle, welcome to the final challenge.

           The god waved a hand which caused the whole arena to shake

Semicircle: The final challenge will be a brutal competition between these two teams.

           A spot on the floor in front of each of the teams opened and a structure began to rise from each opening.

Semicircle: The final competition will be…

           As the structures fully emerged, they could be identified as a pair of podiums, each with a microphone attached.

Semicircle: A spirited game of Trivia.

           All the competitors in the arena erupted in discussion about this announcement.

Dolf: You mean, We’re not even fighting?

Semicircle: Well you are in a sense, it will be an intense intellectual battle.

           Robin looked to Tom to gauge his reaction to this news, but upon the librarian’s face was a twisted greedy smile.

Tom: Oh hell yeah.

           The Fullmoon soldier with the most decorated uniform spoke up, presumably the leader of the group. She was a tall and imposing woman with long blue hair and glasses.

Blue Haired Woman: This is ridiculous!

Semicircle: Hey, my dungeon my rules captain Jules.

Jules: You know my name?

Semicircle: Like I said, I’ve been watching you all. And I have decided this will be the most entertaining way to end the dungeon.

Jules: So how is this going down?

Semicircle: We’ll keep things simple. 5 questions, both groups will submit an answer to each question and the team with the most correct answers will win. Any questions?

           Nobody spoke up.

Semicircle: Wonderful. Then let us begin! The first question is: Who was the pioneer of Sour Style Nitrogen? You have 1 minute to discuss.

           The group of Fullmoon soldiers broke out into discussion, meanwhile, Tom and Art exchanged a brief look of confirmation before Tom stepped up to the podium before his team. After their discussion concluded, Jules stepped up to her team’s podium.

Semicircle: Please announce your answers simultaneously in 3, 2, 1.

Tom: Cedric Avalon

Jules: Cedric Avalon

Semicircle: Both correct! The second question: Which famous assassin is responsible for the killing of Cranston Song.

           The Fullmoon team seemed to break into a more frantic discussion at the announcement of this question. Tom seemingly didn’t even feel the need to look to Art as he stood strong at the podium. Eventually the Fullmoon soldiers seemed to come to a consensus.

Semicircle: Answers in 3, 2, 1.

Tom: Aise Aslo

Jules: Aise Aslo

Semicircle: Both correct! Third question: To which element of magic does the technique “New Moon” Belong?

           The discourse among the teams, or lack thereof, was much the same as that after the previous question.

Semicircle: Answers in 3, 2, 1.

Tom: Light

Jules: Light

Semicircle: Right again! Fourth question. What was the first city founded in the Cherry realm?

           At this question Tom seemed to need to check in with Art again, this time engaging in quiet conversation with him.

Dolf: How do you guys know this stuff?

Tom: 100 years worth of books my friend.

Dolf: Don’t call me that.

Semicircle: Answers in 3, 2, 1.

Tom: Bouton Cove

Jules: Bouton Cove

Semicircle: Both correct once again. Final question, and it’s a hard one! What is my favorite food.

Jules: How on earth are we supposed to know that?

           Tom looked back at his team with a stupid grin on his face.

Semicircle: Answers in 3, 2, 1!

Jules: I don’t know!

Tom: Calzones!

Semicircle: And it looks like we have our winners! The team seemingly led by Tom!

           There was a sparce applause and scattering cheering from the audience of defeated teams.

Jules: Who knows something like that?

Tom: 40 years ago, in an interview with the Fullmoon press, when asked about whether Gods consumed human foods, he revealed that his favorite was calzones.

Semicircle: Well said Tom. All team will now be dismissed excepting the victors.

           With those words, all the other team were instantly teleported out of the arena and presumably the dungeon leaving Tom’s alone with the god. Tom looked ecstatic at this victory and celebrated with Art

Tom: I knew we had a shot. Thanks for your help everyone.

           A cold look from Dolf reminded Tom of their arrangement, this caused him to settle down a bit.

Semicircle: Now I’m sure you’re all eager to receive your reward.

Tom: Um, yeah. What do we get?

Semicircle: For your triumph over the other teams in this dungeon I have decided to award you with a powerful item that only a god such as myself can create.

           On one hand, this was exactly what Tom had been hoping for, but if this weapon seemed too powerful, he was afraid of what Dolf might do to him.

Tom: Yeah so uh, what sorta item are we specifically talking about here.

           The god waves his hand and a pedestal shot out of the floor in front of Tom’s group. Then on the pedestal an item appeared from thin air. It was a Bugle, a rusty old brass horn with a plethora of minor dents littering it’s dull surface. Most members of the group reacted with a look of sheer confusion. Tom stepped forward and picked up the horn.

Tom: what uh, what does it do?

Semicircle: You will have to figure that out, on your own.

           With that he waved a hand again and in an instant the group found themselves standing in the outside world. They were on a hilltop nearby where they had entered the dungeon. There was no sign of the other groups. Tom shot an anxious look towards Dolf, nervously anticipating his opinion on their prize. Dolf could see the fear in his eyes and laughed.

Dolf: All that for a rusty old trumpet.

           Tom breathed a hesitant sigh of relief as he gathered that Dolf didn’t seem to want the item to badly.

Robin: Any idea on what it does Mr. Scholar?

Tom: Well, I think the first thing to try is to play it don’t you?

Robin: Yeah, just uh, maybe don’t aim it at any of us when you do. In case it fires some powerful beam…

Tom: Wouldn’t that be great.

           He drew the mouthpiece of the Bugle to his lips and blew into it as hard as he could. The group held their breaths as they watched, anticipating something exciting. But as Tom blew into the dented old instrument the only thing that came out of the other end was a shrill sour note. Everyone’s hands shot to their ears to protect them from the awful sound. Once Tom was out of air, he lowered the horn and looked down with confusion.

Tom: I have no idea what this is…

Robin: Never thought I’d hear you say that.

           Dolf broke out into mocking laugher again.

Dolf: Well that was a massive waste of time.

           Tom felt a need to defend the situation, knowing the royalty behind him was still expecting a favor.

Tom: No- well, it has to at least do something, we just don’t know what yet…

Dolf: Sure sure, well that’s all I signed up for, how should I get a hold of you when I need a favor?

Tom: Um, I don’t have a phone

Dolf: me either

Tom: Or an email, I’m a bit of a holdout on electronics to be honest.

Dolf: Well, whatever I’m sure I’ll figure it out. See yah, good luck reconquering a city with your rusty trumpet.

           He began to walk away from the group, disappearing over the hillside. Tom then turned to the king standing behind him.

Arthur: I do hope you still intend on assisting me Sir Tom.

Tom: Of course! I always keep my promises.

Arthur: Wonderful! Shall we set out for Kubo now?

Tom: Uh, yeah! Sounds uh, great.

           He directed his attention to Robin.

Tom: This could be pretty dangerous, you have no obligation to come with us.

Robin: I mean, where else am I gonna go…

Tom: Well, you’re free to tag along then.

           With that the band of 4 set out for the city the sought to conquer.

Current Party: Tom Conifer, Art, Robin, King Arthur Henry IV

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Conniferium: Book 1: Chapter 6

           Tom’s group could hear the business casuals discussing among themselves as the name of the game was revealed.

Nallo: I will now explain the rules in detail, please pay attention. The room you are standing in is divided into thirteen sections. 12 forming a circle around a central section. The 12 outer sections make up the clock for which the game is named. One person from each team will stand in this middle section to play the role of director, while the 4 others on each team will fill the roles of the players. In this game there will be 2 phases on a given turn, the placement phase, and the combat phase. In the placement phase, the two directors will take turns distributing their players across the clock in any way they would like, but once a player is placed, they cannot be moved until the next placement phase. Then, during the combat phase, all players within a section of the clock will fight, whichever team the last person standing is from will win that section. Any section that has been won will not be available for placement in the next turn, and the first team to win a majority of sections will be the winner.

           Some members of the group looked confused by the rules, but Tom seemed to be deep in thought.

Dolf: What are the rules of the fights for the combat phase?

Nallo: Defeat entails being knocked unconscious or otherwise incapacitated. After the combat phase all players will be healed of their injuries prior to the next turn.

Tom: So the directors place their players in an alternating pattern?

Nallo: Correct.

Tom: How do you decide who goes first in that pattern.

Nallo: it will be determined randomly for the first turn, then alternate after that.

           One of the men from the business casual group spoke up. He was the only one wearing a full suit.

Suit Guy: is there a limit on how many people can be placed in a section?

Nallo: No.

Suit Guy: What happens if only one person if placed in a section

Nallo: They win it by default.

           Nobody else spoke up with questions.

Nallo: I will give you 5 minutes to pick your director and discuss strategy.

           The two groups turned away from each other to discuss.

Tom: looks like the strategy of this game comes from deciding whether to spread out your players to try to take a lot of sections on one turn, or to concentrate them to get a higher chance of winning a given section.

Dolf: So you’ll be our director?

Tom: Well actually, I was going to ask Robin to do it.

           Robin looked shocked at this revelation.

Robin: What!

Tom: well, no offense, but we don’t know about any of your abilities yet when it comes to fighting, and I trust you to make good calls with placement.

Robin: Um, okay…

Tom: I’ll leave the final decisions up to you, but I’d advise that you try to get one of us and one of them in 4 sections for the first turn so we can get a handle on all their skill levels, then adjust your future placements based on that.

Robin: Alright I can handle that.

Tom: We’re at a disadvantage here since our team is so lopsided in terms of strength.

Robin: So, it’d probably be best to match our strongest up against theirs, right?

Tom: Exactly, that way we can optimize our chances. And knowing at least a little about all of them after the first turn will help with that.

Robin: I’m thinking we shouldn’t pair up Dolf and Arthur unless necessary, as long as they’re sperate I feel like we can at least be in the running for 2 sections per turn.

Tom: Good point, I’d also say you should avoid having either of them on a section without an opponent. But when you have the option, it might be smarter to put Art or especially me on an empty section instead of against an opponent alone after the first turn.

Robin: Ah cuz that way we get a space and give a space instead of you just losing and getting nothing.

Tom: Ouch my pride, but yeah.

Nallo: Both directors please step into the central section.

           Robin made her way to the center along with a scrawny looking man with comically large glasses from the other team.

Robin: So what are you all so dressed up for.

Glasses: We work for a finance company in a city near here, today is our day off, so we thought we’d try our luck in the dungeon. Now you have to answer my question.

Robin: uuh okay?

Glasses: Why is the hell former king of Kubo on your team?

Robin: Oh you know him?

Glasses: Everyone around here has heard about what went down in Kubo, so what is he doing with a bunch of nobodies like you guys?

           Based on how insistent this man was, Robin thought it best to withhold as much as she could.

Robin: Rude, we stuck a deal with him and he’s helping us, that’s it.

           Their conversation was interrupted by Nallo’s voice

Nallo: Please state your names.

Robin: Robin.

Glasses: Wes.

Nallo: Robin’s team will be the first to place a player this turn. You may place your first player.

Robin: uuh, Tom to section 1.

           He walked over to the first section, uneasily watching the other group wondering who his opponent would be, or if Wes might not even put an opponent in his section.

Wes: Ralph to section 1

           The man in a full suit made his way over to join Tom in section 1. He was wielding a metal bat.

Ralph: Hey pal.

Robin: Art to section 2

Wes: Ciral to section 2

           Ciral was the man in a sweater vest, he was wielding a one-handed sword, he and Art stepped into their section.

Robin: Dolf to section 3

Wes: Gordon to section 3

           Gordon was a huge and muscular man in suspenders, he held a huge cleaver.

Dolf: I see he’s matching us up according to how tough we look.

Gordon: Don’t flatter yourself.

Robin: Arthur to section 4

Wes: Kent to section 4

           Kent was the man in a bowtie. He seemed to be unarmed.

Nallo: combat phase one, Commence.

           Robin gazed around at the matchups Wes had created.

Robin: Did you put bowtie with the king because he’s the strongest, or as a sacrifice because he’s the weakest and nobody on your team could beat the king.

           Wes chuckled.

Wes: Well, watch

           In section 4 the Bow tied man named Kent had hit the ground. But confusingly, Arthur hadn’t even touched him yet.

Nallo: Arthur wins section 4.

Robin: Why did he throw!?

           Wes chuckled again.

Robin: You’re hiding his abilities.

           Meanwhile in section 1, a metal bat was slamming against Tom’s skull at high speeds. The poor librarian hit the ground hard.

Nallo: Ralph wins section 1

Robin: well that went about as well as I was expecting…

Wes: So purple hair guy goes down easy huh?

Robin: Wow so observant.

Wes: So, he sucks that much and you’re still the weakest on your team.

Robin: who says I’m the weakest?

Wes: you’re the director, we’re both the weakest on our teams.

           In section 3 Dolf was sprinting around dodging Gordon’s furious cleaver swings. He had already gathered that his opponent had an impressive level of mastery over nitrogen. He could feel the energy radiating off the cleaver when it barely missed him. And any weaker ranged attack he launched deflected off Gordon’s reinforced body.

Dolf: Looks like I gotta get serious with you. Bitter Style: Three-Pronged Attack

           He charged and summoned the 2 powerful nitrogen beams needed for this technique while aiming his dagger straight for Gordon’s face.

Gordon: What a pathetic technique, Savory Style: Cleaver Shield

           Gordon held his cleaver out with the wide flat side facing his opponent, the weapons surface seemed to expand as Gordon’s grey nitrogen formed a shield expanding off the weapon. All three prongs of Dolf’s attack were deflected by this shield.

Dolf: Creative name there.

Gordon: You’re one to talk-

           He had lowered his weapon only to find his opponent had disappeared. Before he could react, he saw it, the glow of green from behind him.

Dolf: Bitter Style: Prince’s Shadow

           Now behind his opponent, Dolf Charged his dagger with the most nitrogen he had ever concentrated, and slashed. The blade cut through Gordons defenses and sent it’s damage throughout his entire body, knocking him to the ground.

Nallo: Dolf wins section 3

Arthur: Well done Sir Dolf!

           Dolf looked at the king with an intense gaze

Dolf: I’m still not sure how you appeared in my shadow even after I had looked behind me. But I’ll name that technique as the cheap imitation it is.

           A few moments after Dolf’s triumphant victory, there was a loud thud as Art hit the ground. He had held out for a while, but found he had no way of combating Ciral’s nitrogen fueled slashes.

Nallo: Ciral wins section 2, Turn one ends with 2 sections going to each team. The players will now be healed.

           All the injured players suddenly found themselves miraculously healed of all injuries

Tom: thank god.

Nallo: turn 2 begins now, placement phase two, commence.

Wes: Well, played, we’re tied up.

Robin: yeah but now I have the advantage of picking second.

Wes: lets see how far that gets you

Wes: Gordon to section 5

Robin: Dolf to section 5

Wes: Trying to capitalize on a matchup that’s leaned your way before huh? Ralph to section 5.

           Robin hesitated, she wasn’t sure If Dolf could take on both of them at once, all she had seen from Ralph was a single strike of the bat, but he still seemed powerful, and Dolf had some trouble with just Gordon.

Robin: Art to section 5

           Art was a good support option with his sweet style, he might be able to turn the tide she figured. All four of the players made their way into the section. She was put off by Wes who seemed a little too pleased by this outcome.

Wes: Ciral to section 6

           Ciral had defeated Art, but he didn’t seem too powerful as he had done so with just basic sword technique. She figured Arthur could certainly handle him.

Robin: Arthur to section 6

           Wes seemed pleased again.

Wes: Kent to section 7

           Robin remembered what she and Tom had planned. Better to guarantee a spot than to pit Tom against someone she knows nothing about.

Robin: Tom to section 8

Nallo: Tom wins section 8 by default, and Kent wins section 7 by default. Combat phase two, commence.

           The busy section 5 launched into action, with Ralph and Gordon beginning a flurry of attacks with their bulky weapons

Art: I can probably only block a couple of hits from the bat, and I don’t know If I can handle the cleaver.

Dolf: Alright, I’ll try to handle Gordon, I already beat him once.

           Art blocked Ralph’s bat with his arm, barely withstanding the attack with his weak Savory Style, while Dolf’s dagger blocked Gordon’s cleaver, they were back-to-back and surrounded by these powerful opponents. Meanwhile in section 6, The King’s Blade was clashing with his sweater-vested adversary.

Arthur: Your sword work is impressive, but can you handle, the King’s Slash!

           Arthur unleashed his powerful attack as his sword flashed red. But Ciral blocked it with his own blade, his body flaring with blue nitrogen as he absorbed the hit.

Ciral: Apparently, I can

           Ciral charged his sword for his own attack, as it clashed with The King’s Blade, Arthur’s form flashed red then vanished.

Ciral: What is with you people and that move.

           Ciral dropped to his knee and placed a hand firmly on the ground.

Ciral: Plateau!

           The ominous red glow of the king emanated from behind the man, but a moment after Arthur appeared, the ground beneath him jutted up sending him flying into the air

Ciral: Bitter Style: Flying Slash!

           Ciral slashed his sword through the air, throwing a blade of nitrogen flying towards Arthur which knocked him out of the sky. He hit the ground hard.

Ciral: One more to be safe, Flying Slash!

           He hit Arthur with another slash before he could regain his footing.

Ciral: And another! And Another!

           He hit the king with a brutal series of slashes without giving him an opportunity to recover. Finally, after the volley had concluded, the dust settled to reveal the king sprawled across the ground, unconscious.

Nallo: Ciral wins section 6.

Robin: How did he do that to the ground!

           Tom grit his teeth as he gazed at the elevated spot of the floor Ciral had warped to send Arthur flying.

Tom: It was magic.

Robin: Magic!?

Tom: I didn’t think there were many magic users in Roma.

Dolf: Art! We have to win this one to tie it back up!

           Dolf didn’t hear a response

Dolf: Art!?

           He turned to see that his comrade had succumbed to Ralph’s bat.

Dolf: Damn it-

           In the moment he turned his head, he too was treated to the numbing sensation of being knocked over the head with a metal bat. This made his stumble, but it was the searing pain of a cleaver being driven into his back that caused him to faint.

Nallo: Gordon and Ralph win section 5. Turn two ends with one section going to robin’s team, and three sections going to Wes’ team. All players will now be healed.

           Art, Dolf, and Arthur regained consciousness. For the first time the king had lost his smile, instead he glared at his former opponent with rage.

Robin: damn it’s 5 to 3, that means…

Tom: We have to get a clean sweep next 4 sections to win…

Robin: What happens if we tie?

Nallo: the team with more sections on the turn before the last will win.

Robin: So even if we tie next turn we loose!?

Nallo: Correct.

Tom: We could try to get up next turn then tie by not filling all the sections…

Robin: But there’s nothing stopping them from filling them, it’s to their advantage.

           Wes grinned

Wes: That it is.

Nallo: turn 3 begins now, placement phase three, commence.

Robin: Dammit. Arthur to section 9

Wes: Ciral to section 9

Robin: Dammit!

Arthur: it is okay. I shall defeat this man now that I know his tricks.

Robin: Dolf to Section 10

Wes: Kent to section 10

Tom: we still haven’t even seen that guy fight.

Robin: Art to section 11

Wes: Gordon to section 11

           Art looked uneasy at the idea of this matchup.

Tom: Not the bat again…

Robin: Tom to section 12

Wes: Ralph to section 12

Tom: Dammit.

Wes: Looks like our job is done.

Nallo: Not so fast, there is one more rule. now that the final section has been filled, the directors will become players after placing themselves.

Robin: What!?

Wes: Guess I spoke to soon.

Robin: Uh, Robin to section 12

Wes: You know what? I’ll join you. Wes to section 12.

           They stepped out of the central circle into the 12 o’clock section.

Nallo: Combat phase three, commence.

Tom: So why’d you call yourself over here?

Robin: Figured you needed the help.

           Tom ducked as the bat swung over his head, then leapt out of the way as it swung down at him. Wes seemed to be hanging back and letting Ralph do the heavy lifting.

Tom: Y’know now would be a great time to unlock some sort of special ability!

Robin: I can’t just do that on command!

           Tom aimed his pistol at Ralph and fired, only to watch the bullet glance off his nitrogen enhanced body.

Tom: Damn why did Dolf have to be right about that.

           Ralph shifted his focus and swung at Robin, she dodged but walked right into another attack. Wes’ fist slammed into her side knocking her to the ground

Robin: Jesus that hurt.

Tom: look out!

           The bat came down at her again, she put up a hand to block and caught the bat, somehow seemingly canceling out it’s momentum.

Ralph: What the hell? How’d you stop it without even using savory style?

           He tried to raise the bat for another swing only to find it wouldn’t leave Robin’s hand.

Ralph: How are you strong enough to hold it like that!?

           Robin looked as confused as he was

Robin: I uh, I’m not, It’s stuck…

           Looking closer, Ralph realized Robins fingers were open, but the bat still stuck to her palm no matter how hard he pulled.

Tom: that’s your power? Sticky hands?

Robin: I didn’t pick it!

Wes: I’ll take care of her.

           He approached Robin and got ready to bring his foot down on her as she lay on the ground, right before he could stomp her, he heard a loud bang, and looked down to see a bullet hole in his stomach, then collapsed.

Robin: Nice shot!

Tom: Jesus… I’ve never actually shot someone before…

Robin: he’ll be fine! Come on help me!

           Tom ran at Ralph lifting his pistol to swing it as the man. At this point, Ralph seemingly remembered that he wasn’t also attached to the bat, and took his hands off it to block Tom’s feeble attack.

Ralph: Nice try man, but I don’t need a bat to take you out.

           Ralph charged his fist with nitrogen and hit Tom with a brutal right hook, sending him flying. Tom’s departure revealed Robin, who has gotten to her feed and was still holding the bat from the wrong end. She swung it hard hitting Ralph over the head with the handle of the weapon. He stumbled back dazed, long enough for Robin to prepare, another swing. She bashed him over the head again and again, breaking down his savory style which sent the damage from the attacks coursing through his body until finally, he collapsed.

Nallo: Tom and Robin win section 12

           Meanwhile in section 11, Art was struggling to avoid the wrath of his opponent’s cleaver. He desperately scampered out of the way of Gordon’s blows.

Gordon: Stop dodging and fight me, do you even have any bitter style?

           Art responded to this question by promptly dodging another attack. He knew he had to win this match or his comrades’ efforts would be pointless, be he didn’t exactly know how he was going to do that. He wasn’t very useful in a one-on-one fight; he had always considered himself more of a support class type of guy. But he thought of Tom, his dear friend who was so excited about this dungeon. He told Tom he would help him on his quest, being the reason they lost the clock game wouldn’t be very helpful, so he didn’t really have much of a choice but to win.

Gordon: I said stop dodging!

           Gordon swung his cleaver again, and to his surprise, Art stood his ground. The short librarian extended a hand aimed at the swinging cleaver.

Art: Bitter Style: Repulsion Blast!

           A wave of pure nitrogen energy shot force from Art’s hand, sending the cleaver flying out of Gordon’s hand. Art dove for the weapon, grabbing it from the ground before clambering back to his feet.

Gordon: So, you do have some fight in you.

           Art extended the weapon out towards his enemy, it didn’t feel right in his hands, but he would have to make do with it for now.  

Gordon: doesn’t matter, I don’t need that thing to kick your ass.

           The large man put up his fists in the place of his cleaver and moved in on Art. He threw a punch at Art which the feeble librarian hardly managed to avoid. The next punch didn’t leave him so lucky, as Gordon’s fist sunk into Art’s stomach and sent him flying back. Art stumbled back to his feet panting exhaustedly from just the single hit.

Gordon: Another good hit like that should do it.

           Gordon moved in to deliver this blow. But this time, art didn’t even try to dodge, at the last second before the attack landed, Art turned his cleaver to block the blow, using the same shield technique Gordon had used in the first turn. His savory style sent the impact coursing through his body, but he still stood his ground. After absorbing the impact Art dropped the cleaver and outstretched both arms. He charged up every last bit of nitrogen he could salvage, channeling every bit he had been using for his defenses into this one attack.

Art: Repulsion Blast!

           The eruption of yellow energy that came forth from his hands sent Gordon tumbling back through the air and crashing into the ground with and explosive impact.

Tom: Nice job Art! I didn’t know you could use Bitter Style!

Nallo: Art wins section 11

           While these shocking upsets were occurring in the last two sections, Dolf and the King had been enduring their own tough battles. Upon being placed in the 10th section with Kent, Dolf immediately set out to learn more about his opponents’ abilities.

Dolf: So why have they been hiding your abilities? With that stunt in the first round, and the auto win last turn.

           His well-dressed opponent smirked at this question.

Kent: It just worked out that way I suppose…

Dolf: maybe it’s because you have no power, and you clever bastards turned your weakness into an intimidation tactic.

           Kent chuckled at this accusation but didn’t speak up to deny it.

Dolf: Either way, I’ll find out what you can do.

           He charged his dagger for an attack and ran at the man. Kent confidently raised his arm to block the attack. The dagger clashed with his forearm and was stopped in its tracks.

Dolf: So you’re savory style isn’t bad-

           Dolf felt a jolt of pain from behind him and fell to his knees in front of his opponent. He turned his head to see what the source of the pain was, only to see Kent, just having delivered a swift and brutal jab with his fist. He leaped away from the enemy behind him only to fall right into the arms of the one in front of him. The first Kent grabbed him by the arms and held him while the other delivered another brutal jab, this time to his stomach, knocking the breath out of the bandit.

Dolf: H-how…

Kents: I’m sorry to inform you your prediction of my powerlessness was incorrect.

           Both Kent’s spoke in unison creating an ominous multidirectional effect to his voice.

Kents: see, my power is not one we thought wise to waste during the first round, seeing as it has quite the cooldown after it’s use.

           The second Kent jabbed his nitrogen charged fist into Dolf’s stomach again while he was still bound by the arms of the first.

Dolf: C-clever trick. So, what sorta power is this duplication effect, certainly not nitrogen…

           Kent didn’t answer, he just wound up his fist for another punch. But this time, Dolf didn’t take the hit without a fight. He kicked his legs up and flipped himself over the Kent who was holding him. He smiled to himself as he prepared to deliver a witty line about how Kent had hit himself as he pulled the first Kent into the path of the second’s attack. But to his shock, the punch passed right through the first Kent as if someone had forgotten to turn their collisions on. Dolf had managed to break free and leap back away from his opponents, still recovering from the blows he had taken.

Dolf: So you can’t touch each other, anything else I should know?

           Kent seemed to still be resistant to revealing the inner workings of his power.

Kent: Nice acrobatics there.

Dolf: You haven’t seen the half of it. Bitter Style: Circle of Pain.

           He began his attack, dashing circles around the two Kents and firing off nitrogen attacks at them. The two stood back-to-back and calmy blocked each attack by swatting them away with their reinforced arms.

Dolf: guess I can’t use the new move I picked up from the king if my enemy doesn’t have a back…

Kent: sorry to disappoint, now enough of this. Bitter style: Pincer Attack!

           One Kent dashed into the path Dolf was running, Dolf came to a stop to block this Kent’s attack, unfortunately, this left his back wide open to be hit by another one of Kent number 2’s jabs. Dolf scrambled to get out from between the two, he knew he couldn’t take many more of these attacks.

Dolf: Think I don’t have an attack that can hit multiple targets? Bitter Style: Six-Pronged Attack!

           He charged at the two opponents, sending a volley of three attacks at each, aiming his own dagger at the first. The second Kent put up his arms and endured the blows, while the other caught the dagger with his forearm as he had at the beginning of the match and endured the other two blows.

Kent: Your nitrogen is weak.

           The Kent that had blocked the dagger wound up to punch Dolf, who jumped back only to take a hard blow from the other Kent. The two began to brutally pummel Dolf from both sides, laying blow after blow into his body, beginning to break down his Savory style as it sent the damage of the attacks coursing through his body.

Kent: I’m impressed you’ve taken this many hits to be honest, but you’re finished now.

           The two continued their merciless volley of attacks until Dolf had had enough. But instead of collapsing, he put out one desperate ploy. He grabbed the fists of the two Kents as they threw punches, stopping both blows with his bare hands and holding on tight.

Dolf: this is so not worth it.

Kent: How do you figure?

Dolf: I don’t care about this dungeon or the stupid team I’m doing it with, what do I care if you beat us.

Kent: Then let go of me and let me finish you off.

Dolf: So I guess it’s pride, or something stupid like that. But I refuse to lose to you.

           Dolf let out a violent scream as his grip on his opponent’s fists tightened. Suddenly a bright trail of light connected the two Kents and an explosive rumbling sound filled the entire room as the clones were send blasting away from Dolf. They were left strewn across the ground with smoke wafting off their unconscious bodies. The second Kent began to fade away and disappear.

Nallo: Dolf wins section 10

           Three of the final matches had been won in the favor of Tom’s team. But it would all mean nothing if the King could not win his rematch against Ciral. Arthur had been crossing blades with his opponent for a time by this point in the combat phase. He had been keeping his distance from his opponent, not daring to commit to a full out attack after the way that strategy had backfired in their last match.

Ciral: You’re keeping your distance huh?

Arthur: I will not give you an opening as I did in our last fight.

Ciral: Not intentionally anyway.

Arthur: Now that I know your tricks I will not fall for the same trap.

Ciral: who says you’ve seen all my tricks.

           After another series of blows exchanged between the two’s blades, Ciral stepped back and knelt down as he had before, placing his hand on the ground.

Ciral: Earth Magic: Fissure!

           With these words, the ground beneath Arthur split open forming a deep crack wide enough for the king to fall up to his waist.

Ciral: Looks like you decided to give me an opening Afterall. Bitter Style: Flying Slash!

           He raised his blade and sent a slash flying towards the grounded king.

Arthur: Bitter Style: King’s Spin!

           The king began to spin with his blade outstretched, the speed of the attack reducing him to a red ring produced by the glow of his nitrogen as he spun. This spinning power deflected the incoming attack from his opponent, and furthermore, the red ring began to rise out of the ground, the spinning propelling him up like the blades of a helicopter. He stopped his spinning and landed with his feet parted wide enough to stand over the crack Ciral had created.

Ciral: So maybe you are a little better prepared.

Arthur: and now it is my turn.

           The king raised his blade, the usual red glow it carried was replaced by a blazing scarlet light which was almost blinding to look at directly.

Ciral: Jesus when did your nitrogen become so powerful!?

Arthur: I am a king; it is my birthright to destroy all who oppose my ruling of the great city of Kubo!

           He practically screamed these words with an intense conviction.

Ciral: Okay buddy, I don’t really care if you rule that city.

Arthur: You have disrespected me by striking me down with your trickery. I refuse to strike you in the back, I will face you head on and destroy you!

           The blazing light of The King’s Blade grew even more intense with this declaration.

Ciral: Alright let’s do this right then.

           He raised his own blade and began to build up his nitrogen, causing his own blade to glow a glorious blue. Both men let out bellowing screams that echoed throughout the entire arena. All the other players watched on as the two blazing swords prepared to strike each other.

Arthur: DIE!!!

           He charged, and Ciral simultaneously did the same. Their swords clashed, and for a moment they were equally matched, the two intense colors of their nitrogen creating a flash of purple light. Before the tone of the light began to shift to a reddish hue as the king’s nitrogen overwhelmed his opponents. With an explosive sound, the King’s Blade shattered Ciral’s sword and unleashed a brutal slash across his chest. He collapsed to the ground before the king, defeated.

Nallo: Arthur wins section 9. Turn three ends with four sections going to Robin’s team. All players will now be healed.

           The battered members of Wes’ team were revived from their defeated states.

Nallo: Robin’s team is the winner of the clock game.

           Most of the unlikely victors celebrated. Tom embraced Robin in a fit of joy.

Tom: Excellent work director!

Robin: well, thanks I guess

Tom: And how about that sticky hands ability, ended up coming in handy huh?

           Robin looked at her hand, with the baseball bat still stuck firmly to her palm.

Robin: Yeah I just wish I could turn it off…

           Art approached his friend and smiled

Art: We did it Tom!

Tom: Damn right we did, nice job beating that cleaver guy buddy!

           Dolf hung back from the celebration, moping off to the side until Tom approached him.

Tom: What was that move you pulled out… it didn’t look like nitrogen.

Dolf: You’re not getting answers from me.

Tom: just wondering why you didn’t pull it out until now, seems like it would have come in handy in that sparring match with the king.

Dolf: I have my reasons.,.

Nallo: Robin’s team will now be transported to the final game.

           With that, the group all saw another flash of light, and left the clock game’s circular arena behind.

[conniferium]

Conniferium: Book 1: Chapter 5

           The day had finally arrived that Tom’s ragtag group of adventurers would take on the dungeon they had been gathered for. Tom led them into a more mountainous region of Roma which had the luxury of a gravel path to follow. they came over the top of a hill and got their first look at their destination, a wide valley with a large metal platform in the middle, standing all across this platform was a crowd of people.

Dolf: Looks like you weren’t the only one lookin to take this thing on.

Tom: Yeah I figured there’d be a couple other groups, looks like about 25 people, 5 groups.

           The crowd held a variety of people, but most wore casual clothes, they carried an assortment of weapons but none of them looked particularly powerful.

Robin: Who are they?

Tom: Semicircle dungeons aren’t particularly deadly so a lot of locals who aren’t really fighters tend to show up to try their luck.

           One group stood out from this crowd, a squad of 5 men all dressed in the same dark blue military uniforms as the soldiers back in Cedar. One woman’s uniform was decorated more than the others indicating her as the leader.

Tom: They’re who we have to worry about, the big world powers have specialized squads that they send to beat dungeons in hopes of getting good items.  I doubt they would have sent anyone too powerful for a low-level dungeon like this, but still…

           They made their way down to the platform and stood among the crowd, several of the underdressed groups gave odd or even worried looks as the saw the regal king enter the fray. Even the soldiers seemed to take special notice of him.

Dolf: Looks like that crown of yours stands out in a crowd.

Arthur: A king must be a shining beacon for his people to look up to.

Tom: The dungeon should be starting soon.

           After a few more minutes, a strange ringing sound blared from an uncertain location hailing the beginning of the event. The platform the groups were standing on began to lower into the ground at a steady pace. The shaft it descended through gave way to a giant well lit room, and the hole in the ceiling which they came from closed off sealing them inside. They were on what seemed to be the pitch of an arena which large empty stands surrounding the field. The platform settled on the ground of the arena in front of a stage. On this stage was a tall and elegant woman in a ridiculous outfit. She wore a long and frilly white robe decorated in half circle polka dots from across the color spectrum.

Robed Woman: I am Nallo, prophet of Semicircle, and I will be your host for this dungeon.

           Her voice was amplified and rung in the ears of the contestants.

Robin: So, the god isn’t here?

Tom: Nah they don’t usually show up in dungeons themselves, the ways gods can interact with people are limited.

Nallo: it would seem we have 6 teams competing today. What an unfortunate number. We will have to do a qualifier to eliminate 2 of them to form a bracket.

           This declaration sent waves of discussion through the crowd.

Tom: So that means we’ll be competing directly with other teams…

Nallo: Stand with your group and you will be teleported to the qualifier.

           Only a few seconds after she said this, the contestants saw a bright flash of light and were instantly transported to a large empty tiled room only containing their team. The room was well lit yet contained no obvious light source. Though their shadows indicated it would be above them. Nallo’s voice rung through the room as if over an intercom.

Nallo: The two teams who defeat all enemies in the longest times will be eliminated. Time will start in one minute, please prepare.

Dolf: Sounds simple enough, what sort of enemies are we expecting.

Tom: Every report I read about this dungeon indicated some sort of stone golem esc enemies. Seems like there’s no consistency on what happens after the qualifier tho. Alright here’s the plan. You two take up either side and destroy the enemies as fast as you can

           He indicated to the king and Dolf.

Tom: I’ll do what I can from a distance with my gun, and art will support you guys with healing if you take any hits.

           Dolf and Arthur drew their blades and took their fighting stances on either side of the group, Art readied his power, and Tom drew his flintlock pistol from it’s holster.

Robin: Sorry I can’t be much help here…

Tom: Hey it’s all good, if you feel the urge or ability to do anything cool feel free!

Nallo: Begin!

           The light flashed green as the challenge began. Small passages began to open in the walls through which white cubes were deposited in the room. The cubes then unfolded into semi humanoid figures which began to march towards the group. They were constructed from white blocks of stone and had no obvious joints making it unclear how they operated. On their faces was a single spot of red glass which had a dim glow. They moved slowly but their increasing numbers made it an intimidating sight. There were already at least 20 marching in from all sides.

Tom: Go!

           Dolf and the king set into action, they launched a barrage of nitrogen fueled attacks upon the army of golems, breaking any individual apart with relative ease, but the large group still posed a challenge. The golems swung their stone arms as the fighters, but their attacks were slow and easy to avoid. Dolf had an idea and tried plunging his dagger straight into the red glass on one’s face. This caused it to entirely crumble to dust.

Dolf: Tom! Shoot their stupid faces, it’s a weak spot.

Tom: Thanks!

           Tom aimed at a golem that made it past the two fighters and shot. After a few wasted shots he managed to land a bullet right on the red spot causing it to crumble. Then he took aim at another. After only a couple brief minutes the group had managed to dispatch all the golems, but that wasn’t the end. 3 black cubes had been deposited into the room which unfolded into similar golems, yet these had their weak spot placed on their left shoulder rather than their face. And when they started moving another difference was revealed, they were faster.

           The new threats bolted towards their targets swinging their heavy stone arms with incredible speed. Dolf and Arthur blocked the attacks and took a moment to get their footing which holding back the golems with their blades. But the third of the new golems charged straight for tom. He aimed a shot at its shoulder, but it raised its other arm to cover the spot, and Tom’s bullet glanced off its stone arm.

Tom: They’re smarter too! They know to cover the weak spots.

           Dolf brought his blade down on his opponent’s head with a blow that would have taken out the white golems, but it only took a small chip out of the new model.

Dolf: They’re way tougher too, looks like we’ll have to hit those weak spots.

           The third golem reached tom and swung its right arm down at him, with few other options he raised his own arm in defense and felt the impact, but no pain.

Tom: Thanks Art, I owe you.

           Art had enhanced Tom’s defenses with his sweet style.

Tom: They attack with their right arms which leaves their weak spot open!

           He tried to aim a point-blank shot at the left shoulder, but the golem jumped back before he could get the shot off.

Dolf: Hey your highness, I have a plan, lets bait them into attacking at the same time then switch. They won’t be ready to defend from a new opponent.

Arthur: A wonderful plan Sir Dolf.

Dolf: Now!

           On that mark they both lowered their weapons giving the golems and opening, the monsters swung their right arms at the men, but before they could hit, they both leapt back and turned to face their new opponent.

Dolf: Hit them before they can defend again!

           Dolf shot a beam of nitrogen straight for the shoulder, it hit its mark and the golem crumbled. Meanwhile the king raised his broadsword proudly.

Arthur: Kings Slash!

           He brough the sword down hard on the golems shoulder, and with a brilliant red flash it crumbled to dust.

Dolf: good job, we should probably help tom now-

           He cut off as he turned to see Tom desperately trying to avoid a furious barrage of attacks from his golem. It landed another blow on him sending him flying back. Art tried his best to keep the defenses up, but his Sweet Style was beginning to faulter.

Tom: Augh please someone-

           He was cut off by another harsh blow to his stomach. As he flew back, he saw his two stronger comrades appear between him and the golem and working together they quickly dispatched it. Tom landed with a thud and groaned in pain.

Tom: Th-thanks guys… is that all?

           Nallo’s voiced rung through the room again.

Nallo: Congratulations, your team has finished in third place.

           Tom seemed reinvigorated by this news.

Tom: Lets go, not to bad huh guys?

           Dolf was annoyed by this enthusiasm when Tom had done little of the work, but it was impossible to avoid feeling a little excitement from the victory.

Nallo: You will now face off against the 2nd place team in a special game, stand together and prepare to be teleported.

           Art helped Tom to his feet and began to heal his injuries.

Art: I wonder what sort of special game it could mean…

Tom: Shame we got pitted against 2nd place instead of 4th, now we’re gotta beat them and be matched up with 1st next most likely.

Dolf: I’ll bet first is those Fullmoon soldiers, they’re the only ones who looked tough.

Tom: yeah but whoever we’re about to face still beat the golems before us.

           Suddenly there was a flash of light and the group found themselves transported again, this time to a larger room with a circular shape. There was a pattern on the ground dividing it into 12 equal sections with a circle in the center. Across the room was the 2nd place group, they were all dressed in business casual outfits, one in a sweater vest, one with a suit jacket, one with a bowtie, all sporting button down shirts beneath these accessories. Clashing with their office attire were the variety of weapons they were holding. Nallo was still not present but was again a disembodied voice echoing through the room.

Nallo: Welcome to The Clock Game.

[conniferium]

Conniferium: Book 1: Chapter 4

           The group had started their trek across the great Roma Plains towards the location of the dungeon. As the sun set, they picked a spot for the night on the top of a hill. While Tom, Art, and Robin were setting up the tents, Dolf approached the true king of Kubo.

Dolf: Hey uh, your highness…

Arthur: Ah Sir Dolf, how may I help you?

Dolf: lets spar. We’ll be fighting together in the dungeon tomorrow, so let’s get used to each other’s abilities, y’know?

          If the king were the type to analyze tone, he may have detected some dishonesty in Dolf’s given reason for wanting to spar.

Arthur: A truly wonderous idea Sir Dolf.

           With that the king drew his sword and the same wild grin as before appeared on his kingly face. Similarly, Dolf drew his dagger and readied his stance. He analyzed his opponent, noting how the king held the massive broadsword with only a single hand, yet seemed to have no trouble holding it steady.

Arthur: On your call sir.

           Dolf’s green nitrogen lit up his dagger as he readied his opening move.

Dolf: Now!

           He charged at an intense speed towards the king and aimed for the opening he saw on the royal’s non sword bearing side. Slashing his blade at the left shoulder of his opponent. But the King spun the massive length of his sword like the hand of a clock to perfectly deflect this well aimed attack causing Dolf’s blade to slide off as he passed the king and came to a halt several feet behind him. He turned just in time to see the king ready to launch a counterattack.

Arthur: Prepare for my divine attack Sir Dolf! Bitter Style: Kings Slash!!!

           He leaped forward at a shocking speed considering the size of his weapon. The sword flared a brilliant red as it came down upon Dolf. The Bald Bandit raised his dagger, channeling as much nitrogen into it as he could in a desperate attempt to block the attack. But even with this effort, when The King’s Blade met his dagger it sent a wave of pain through his entire body and sent him flying. He managed to land on his feet, though with little grace.

Dolf: Alright, if we’re breaking out named techniques, then try this. Bitter Style: Three-Pronged Attack!

           Dolf charged again, jabbing his dagger in the air twice on either side of his body, creating 2 beams of green energy which charged along side him. Then prepared jab his dagger directly towards the king’s head.

Dolf: The three attacked points created by this technique are coplanar so they will land at the same time, but they are not collinear, so they cannot all be blocked by a straight weapon like your blade!

           He reached his opponent and launched his dagger towards the king’s handsome face, only to find his dagger instantly blocked by the King’s sword. He watched as the two beams he launched hit the king successfully but seemed to just glance off him. Dolf’s grim expression intensified, could this man’s Savory Style really be on such a level?

Arthur: An Amazing attack, don’t be fooled by my seeming indifference that actually hurt quite a bit.

           Dolf growled at this unintentionally condescending comment.

Dolf: Well, I’m not done yet. Savory Style: Circle of Pain!

           Dolf began to run but turned to begin circling the king at high speeds, He began jabbing his dagger and sending a steady stream of nitrogen beams towards the man at the center of the circle from all directions.

Arthur: I have the perfect move for this situation! Bitter Style: King’s Spin!

           And sure enough, the king began to spin, holding his blade out to create a ring of bright red nitrogen as he spun. This ring seemed to effortless block or deflect Dolf’s attacks no matter how many he sent. He became enraged and sent an even denser barrage of attacks towards the kingly top. But to his shock, the red ring seemed to shrink and then disappeared entirely. Dolf stopped running and spun around wildly trying to get a visual on his opponent. But he saw nothing, until he heard a familiar voice.

Arthur: Impressive technique Sir Dolf, but now I will finish this. Savory Style: Kings Shadow.

           Before Dolf even had the time to turn around, he saw the bright glow of red from behind him, then felt it. The oppressive impact of The King’s Blade against his back. Sending him tumbling across the ground. His Savory Style body reinforcements kept the slash from going deep into his flesh, but that technique works partially by spreading an impact across the body, so the blow left him with not only a shallow gash across his back. But a body entirely frozen by pain and shock as he lay on the ground defeated.  

Tom: Nice one Arthur!

           Much to his dismay, Dolf noticed the small audience of his three other comrades that had gathered to watch the match, he forced himself to his feet and turned away in anger.

Dolf: It was a good match.

Arthur: Indeed. You are a worthy opponent. I must rest to recharge my power for tomorrow. Good morrow my friends.

           With this the king retreated to a tent to sleep. Dolf made his way over to the others with a lingering look of frustration on his face, though his body was starting to recover.

Robin: I’m heading to bed too. You’re sharing with the king by the way Dolf.  

           She retreated to the other tent. Art extended a hand and began to use his Sweet Style Nitrogen to heal Dolf. The prideful man looked begrudgingly accepting of this gesture.

Tom: Damn did you see those moves! Glad we got that King on our side.

Dolf: He’s dangerous.

Tom: Relax buddy! You were impressive out there too!

Dolf: You don’t understand Tom.

           Tom raised his eyebrows; he hadn’t heard Dolf use his name yet.

Dolf: I joined your little quest knowing you’re a fool who can’t actually help me. But for whatever reason that guy thinks you’ll actually be able to help him take back his city. What do you think he’ll do when he finds out you can’t!

           Tom grit his teeth.

Tom: What do you mean I can’t! I made him a promise and I intend to keep it.

Dolf: It’s a terrible idea in the first place, you ever think there might be a good reason for literally everyone in that city to hate that man?

Tom: But he seems so nice, it was probably just some power-hungry guy taking over.

Dolf: Think about it Tom! There was nobody but him in that camp, not a single person in the city stayed loyal to their supposed rightful king.

           Tom stopped to think for a moment.

Tom: well… thanks for the warning…

Dolf: Whatever, I don’t even care if he kills you, so it doesn’t matter to me.

           With that Dolf stormed off to the same tent as the king. Tom sat down and looked up at Art with a distraught expression.

Tom: Oh man buddy, I think we really got in over our heads.

           Art joined Tom in sitting and offered him a gentle smile.

Art: With a group like this we’ll have an even better chance at beating the dungeon than we anticipated.

Tom: Yeah, but Dolfs got me all worried about what happens after we beat it…

           Tom felt a jolt of guilt as he refrained from filling Art in on the threat Dolf had issued him.

Art: Don’t let him freak you out, you always have a way of figuring that kind of stuff out. I’m sure you’ll get us through it.

Tom: You really think so?

           Art smiled sweetly.

Art: I trust you.

           Tom sighed.

Tom: Thanks buddy.

[conniferium]

Conniferium: Book 1: Chapter 3

           The party of 4 pitched tents for the night on the outskirts of Cedar Village. Each of the librarians carried a tent in their packs, with each tent having room for 3 people. There was a silent agreement that Dolf would get a tent to himself while the other 3 adventurers were packed together in the other.

Robin: Do you think he’ll even be there in the morning?

Tom: He told me he’d help, I believe him.

Robin: I almost hope he isn’t…

Tom: Don’t say that! He’s a strong ally.

Robin: I was wondering, how did you and the guards find us?

           Tom cracked his cocky smile upon hearing this question.

Tom: Well, Cedar village is divided into 12 districts spanning out from the center, like the numbers on a clock. Once I convinced Caple to show me the locations of the previous robberies, I saw an obvious pattern. Dolf was moving forward by 5 districts each time he needed a new target. This way he would make his way through all the districts without repeating one, but also presented an at least somewhat subtle pattern.

Robin: Wow, genius

           She said it with unimpressed sarcasm.

Tom: Well it was more thought than that lazy soldier bothered to give!

           Robin turned to the other librarian.

Robin: So, how did you find me?

           Art blushed

Art: Well, I just followed you after you left to make sure nothing bad happened.

Tom: two methods to reach the same conclusion.

           The trio began to doze off in their tightly packed tent. Something they would have to get used to doing.

= = =

           In the morning, the group packed their tents and set off. They left the comfort of the village behind and stepped back into the towering trees that made up the great forest. The weaker 3 of the group walked a little farther away from Dolf than would be natural.

Dolf: So who else are you recruiting for this pathetic group.

Tom: glad you asked because we did have one more person in mind.

Robin: We do?

Tom: I don’t know how well a bandit and an amnesiac keep up with the local news. But if you haven’t heard. A pretty notable city state outside the edge of the forest just underwent a revolution.

Dolf: So?

Robin: Yeah so?

Tom: They rose up against their king and forced him out of the city.

Dolf: Okay…

Tom: But they didn’t kill him.

Dolf: and?

Tom: He’s the next recruit!

           Dolf looked unphased while Robin looked perplexed.

Dolf: and how do you plan on getting former royalty on your little team.

Tom: If he helps us I’ll promise to help him get his kingdom back!

           Robin’s perplexion turned to shock while Dolf continued to stare blankly.

Dolf: Why would a man powerful enough to lead a city ever. Ever. Want your help?

Tom: Well that’ll be after I get a good weapon from the dungeon.

Dolf: Ah yes, of course.

Tom: Just trust me dude.

           After a few more hours of walking, the group finally reached the edge of the great Redwood Forest, and a beautiful sight greeted them. The Massive trees gave way to sprawling slopes of field. And casting a wide square shadow on those fields was the city they were searching for. A massive floating cube about a cubic mile in size shining dimly with a blue light, it hung suspended in the air by seemingly nothing.

Tom: There it is, the city of Kubo.

           Robin gazed in awe at the floating city.

Robin: The city is inside it? I feel like between this and Cedar I’ve already seen the full range of civilizations.

           Dolf chuckled at this comment.

Dolf: You haven’t seen the half of it, cube cities are nothing compared to some of the places I’ve seen.

Tom: Or some of the places I’ve, uh, read about. But unfortunately, we don’t have time to go in, were heading over there.

           Tom pointed down to a small complex of tents which sat below the city and to the left. It looked especially pathetic juxtaposed against the massive civilization. The group made their way over to the tents only to find them largely abandoned.

Robin: Are we sure this is where the former king is handing out?

Tom: That’s what I heard on the news, I expected him to have like a group of loyalists camping out here with him or something…

???: Did I hear somebody say Former King!?

           A booming and formal voice echoed through the camp. The group turned to the source to see a tent open and reveal a man. He was tall and toned with a thick brown beard, piercing blue eyes, and a shimmering gold crown atop his head. He wore luscious red robes with sparce gold armor, and strapped to his waist was a massive golden broadsword.

Arthur: My name is Arthur Henry the Fourth. And I am the one true king of Kubo.

           He spoke with the utmost sureness. Tom looked pleased to see this strikingly royal man.

Tom: Great! I’m Tom, I’m a librarian.

           He reached a hand out to the king offering a handshake, Arthur grinned widely and firmly shook his hand.

Arthur: Truly a noble profession. To what house do you belong Sir Tom.

           Tom looked unsure on how to answer this.

Tom: Uh, my last name is Connifer?

Arthur: Ah wonderful, a noble line hailing from Tigerella.

Tom: it is?

Robin: How did you not know that Mr. Librarian?

Tom: Never felt like looking into it.

Arthur: How may I help you Sir Connifer?

Tom: Uh, Sir Tom works. Anyway, we want your help with a quest, and in return we’ll help you get your city back!

           Arthur lit up at this offer.

Arthur: Splendid! I accept!

           Dolf rolled his eyes harder than he had in his entire life.

Dolf: You don’t even know what the quest is.

Arthur: No matter, I’d gladly help with anything for such an offer.

Tom: But, do you wanna know?

Arthur: Sure!

Tom: Alright! We’re taking on a dungeon from the god Semicircle to get a good item, and I’ll use that item to help you!

Arthur: Splendid!

Dolf: Man you’re agreeable…

Tom: A very royal quality!

Arthur: Who are your comrades Sir Tom? And what abilities do they poses?

Tom: Well, we got Art, he can do Sweet Style Nitrogen. That’s Robin, she uh, she’s a reset so she might have some crazy powers from her past life, who knows. And then that’s Dolf, he can do Savory and Bitter Style Nitrogen.

           Robin leaned over to Art and whispered to him

Robin: What are those styles?

Art: Savory is the enhancement of your own body’s defenses or physical abilities with Nitrogen, and Bitter covers any offensive use of Nitrogen such as enhancing a weapon as Dolf did against us, or using it as a projectile.

Arthur: Superb! What are your abilities Sir Tom?

Tom: Uh, leadership? and I’ve got this gun! But soon I’ll have a powerful item from the dungeon, and that’s just the start! So uh, how about you Sir Arthur?

           The king grinned wildly and drew his blade, it flashed with a brilliant red energy as he extended it and radiated a scarlet aura.

Arthur: This is The Kings Blade. A powerful weapon crafted millennia ago for the first king of Kubo. It is a powerful weapon, especially when combined with my divine use of Bitter style nitrogen. I am also adept at Savory style for defending my royal body.

Tom: W-wow that’s- amazing! Glad to have you on the team your highness!

Arthur: Spectacular to join you Sir Tom.

Current Party: Tom Conifer, Art, Robin, Dolf, King Arthur Henry IV

[conniferium]

Conniferium: Book 1: Chapter 2

           The small band of self-proclaimed adventurers made their way through the forest of massive trees with their new companion.

Tom: If you’re a reset you really should’ve left yourself a little more knowledge about how this world works.

Robin: I mean, I don’t feel like I’m missing anything

Tom: Well, that’s the thing about memories, there’s no way to know the ones that aren’t there.

Robin: How wise…

Tom: And besides you didn’t know what a dungeon was so obviously some stuff is missing.

Robin: Okay what else is there to know?

Tom: you know about nitrogen?

Robin: Nope

Tom: Damn you’re missing some important stuff

Robin: Sorry?

Tom: Nah it’s okay, Art and I might actually be the ideal people for you to have ended up with

Robin: That’s a bit of a bold claim

Art: He just mean that we’ll be perfect for filling you in on how the world works

Robin: Why’s that?

Tom: We are librarians!

Robin: Okay?

Tom: What you’re not impressed?

Robin: I mean, you stock shelves and such right?

Tom: Oh no no, the job of a librarian is much more than stocking shelves.

Robin: But you do stock shelves?

Art: Yes.

Tom: sure, we shelve the books, but we also read them. The librarian is the gatekeeper to knowledge.

Robin: are they now…

Tom: people come to libraries for information, and it’s our job to know it or know where they can get it.

Robin: So why are two librarians out on some sort of quest?

Tom: Weve spent the last hundred odd years accumulating and expansive amount of knowledge about this world and the powerful things and people in it. And I want to use everything I’ve learned to get to the top of that world.

Robin: So, you’ve got some plans for world domination?

Tom: No nothing that tyrannical, I just want to become powerful, respected, notable.

           Robin looked at him with a mixture of confusion and apprehension, she didn’t quite know what to make of this strange proclamation. She noticed that Art didn’t seem to be too moved by the little speech either.

Robin: So how about you, you also wanna get to the top or whatever

           Art seemed almost alarmed to be directly addressed, Robin had long ago gotten the sense that Tom did most of the talking out of the two.

Art: Well, actually I would’ve been happy to stay back at our hometown, but Tom is my friend so I thought I would come with him and help out…

           Art had a sweet smile on his face as he explained his reasoning, he seemed so kind and gentle.

Robin: Well, he seems like he could use the help.

Tom: As a matter of fact I could. Art is probably better equipped than me as things stand, he’s a master of Sweet Style Nitrogen.

Art: That’s not true, I only know a little to be honest.

Tom: A master in the making.

Robin: I’m sure I’d be impressed if I knew what that meant

Tom: here we can just show you! Light me up Art.

           Art nodded and took a deep breath, before raising his arms and pointing his palms at Tom.

Art: Sweet Style; Body Reinforcement

           A flutter of dim yellow light emerged from Arts hand and formed a beam connecting it to Tom, the light spread across his body until he was glowing with a yellow aura. Robin watched this in amazement.

Tom: Art is using Nitrogen to reinforce my body. My physical abilities are increased, and I can take a bit more of a beating if I have to.

           Robin nodded along, fascinated by this strange new power.

Tom: Sweet Style can also be used to heal injuries and provide other benefits to your allies. None of this is familiar?

Robin: Nope. I guess there really is a lot I don’t know.

           Art lowered his arms and the yellow energy faded, he seemed to be slightly drained from the ordeal

Tom: That’s just one of many ways to gain power in the world, Magic, Contracts, Sealing, any of those ring a bell?

Robin: Not at all.

Tom: Well, I’ll save you the lectures now and we’ll fill you in as we go. We’re almost to our first stop.

           Tom started walking again, he had a certain determination to his stride.

Robin: The dungeon?

Tom: Nonono, we’re not ready for that yet.

Robin: We’re not?

Tom: First we have to form a team, you think two librarians were planning on taking on a dungeon alone?

Robin: I don’t know! That means nothing to me.

Tom: Well we weren’t, first were heading to Cedar village.

Robin: You know somebody there?

Tom: not exactly, but we think we know who we can recruit.

Robin: And who’s that?

Tom: Well, we’ve been monitoring the current events in nearby towns, and Cedar has been suffering from frequent bandit attacks for the past few weeks.

Robin: So what? you’re gonna help them out in return for their help?

Tom: Less noble, we plan to recruit the bandit.

Robin: There’s just one?

Tom: Yeah, reports say he’s some buff bald guy who’s been terrorizing the place.

Robin: And what makes you think he’ll have any interest in helping you.

Tom: Eh just a hunch I guess.

           As the group pressed on through the forest the sun began to fall below the tops of the trees shrouding the entire path in shadowy darkness. Right as it was becoming too dark to justify pressing on through the forest, distant lights began to appear through the trees.

Tom: See that, That’s Cedar Village.

           And sure enough they soon came to a massive clearing in the forest which held a quaint little town. A few dozen houses spreading out from a central street with shops along it. On the outskirts of the city were sparce farmlands which began to blend into the edge of the forest. They made their way into the heart of the village, Tom led the small group to a street near the center of town. There were few people on the streets, but those who were, were dressed in humble clothes, they looked at the formally dressed pair of librarians with the type of quizzical gaze that could only say “You’re not from around here”. They finally stopped at a building much more soundly constructed than all the wooden shacks around it. Tom boldly opened the door and stepped inside, followed by his less confident companions. Inside was a dingy looking office and a hallway that seemed to lead to more similar rooms. At the front desk was a tired looking man in a dark blue military uniform, he had short brown hair and huge bags under the eyes of his frail face.

Gloomy Soldier: How can I help you?

           It seemed to pain him just to get the words out.

Tom: This is the Fullmoon-Cedar headquarters?

Gloomy Soldier: Yep…

           Robin leaned over to Art and spoke under her breath

Robin: So what is this place?

           Art seemed happy to clear up her confusion

Art: Most towns and cities are under the protection of an empire or federation in return for providing that group with resources or recruits for their armies. Cedar village is protected by the Fullmoon Federation, but it doesn’t look like Fullmoon has much of a budget set aside for this place.

Tom: May I speak to the officer in charge of the village?

Gloomy Soldier: That’d be me, I’m Lieutenant Caple…

Tom: Great! We’ve heard you’ve been having issues with a certain bandit lately.

Caple: Yeah, what’s it to you?

Tom: do you know where we could find this bandit?

Caple: If you plan on doing some vigilante justice don’t bother, we don’t have room in our budget for bounties around here.

Tom: We’re not here for some reward, we just wanna meet the man.

           Lieutenant Caple looked confused by this declaration, but the confusion on his face swiftly faded to the same tired sadness as before.

Caple: Well, good luck, anytime a report comes in he’s long gone by the time we get there. All I know is that he’s bald and muscular.

Tom: where have the attacks been?

Caple: It’s always some farmer at the edge of town, he holds em at knifepoint and robs them blind, then disappears into the forest. I’m getting real tired of running my boys out there just to find his dust.

Tom: Could you show me where all the previous attacks have been?

           Tom seemed to be excited by the practical puzzle of determining the location of the Bald Bandits next attack. Much more enthusiastic than the man who’s job it might be to do so.

Caple: Hey buddy you’re asking a lot for being some sketchy guy from out of town.

Tom: All I need is the list.

Caple: I don’t have it man, and I don’t really feel like writing it all down.

Tom: But you remember them?

Caple: Yeah…

Tom: How long could it take then?

Caple: Dude why are you so determined to meet this freak.

Tom: I just wanna talk with him! Besides you’re in charge of protecting this place, you should be excited at the idea of stopping the robberies.

Caple: They don’t pay me enough to be excited.

Tom: you should take pride in your work regardless of the money.

Caple: That’s idealistic of you, you aren’t the one who got sent out to watch after some nowhere town for a decade.

           Robin got progressively less comfortable in the situation as the argument got more and more ideological. She leaned over to art again.

Robin: I’m gonna slip outside for a bit.

           And she made her way out of the cramped headquarters. She was still a little overwhelmed from the escalating situation inside, but found herself chilling out as she began to walk through the small town. It was a strange feeling to be the odd one out in a town full of people who seemed to know who they were. She wondered if there was a town like this where someone might recognize her from her previous life, but was saddened by the thought of having to tell that person she had no idea who they were. At least she wasn’t totally alone, a strange, mismatched pair of librarians was better than nobody. As she rounded a corner, she saw a shorter woman struggling to carry 2 massive bags of produce down the alleyway. She rushed over to grab the bag from the womans left hand just before it fell to the ground.

Shorter Woman: Oh thank you dear, you saved my squash.

           Looking down into the large paper bag, Robin realized she did indeed, save the woman’s squash. An entire bag full of different variety of squash.

Robin: um, no problem, I’d hate to see anything happen to it.

           The woman chuckled at the remark and reached her hand back out for the bag, still struggling to carry one bag of squash.

Robin: it’s okay, I can help you carry them.

Shorter Woman: Why thank you dear. My name is Mary by the way.

Robin: well, I’m Robin, where are we taking these?

      She was a little hesitant to use the name as she was still getting used to having it.

Mary: I live in the 2nd district, on the outskirts of town.

= = =

           While Robin was hauling produce, Tom was continuing his argument with Caple. He had identified Caple as a man who would always take the path of least resistance. So he made it his goal to annoy the lieutenant until telling him the locations was that path.

Caple: Fine!

           Caple walked away from his desk to retrieve a map of the village. Lines were drawn on the map dividing it into 12 sections that connected at the center of the village, this design gave the map a clock-like appearance when viewed from overhead.

Caple: these are the districts of Cedar village; I think the last ones he attacked were this one.

           He pointed to the 4th district,

Caple: This one.

           The 9th,

Caple: And this one.

           The 2nd.

Caple: Seems pretty random to me.

           Tom gave the soldier an amazed look.

Tom: Dude.

= = =

     Robin followed Mary through the narrow alleyways as they made their way to the outskirts of the village. After a while they arrived at what seemed to be the woman’s house, she set down her bag and approached the door to unlock it, but was distracted by a deep and booming voice which demanded attention.

???: Stop right there.

           Mary and Robin’s eyes both snapped to the source of the voice. Atop the house they were about to enter was the silhouette of a tall and muscular man with an unusually smooth head. Upon her eyes refocusing Robin realized the man was in fact bald. He leaped off the ceiling and landed with a powerful thud behind the pair. Extending his arm he revealed a long dagger which he pointed directly towards robin.

Bald Bandit: You know how this goes, let me in and give me everything or you’re dead.

            What were the odds she would find this guy when Tom was the one who seemed desperate to do so? Mary clambered to get the door open and stepped aside, Robin hesitated to get out of the man’s way.

Robin: Um, hang on.

Bald Bandit: No hanging on, let me in before the guards get here or I’ll just leave your bodies for them to find.

Robin: No wait, I know someone who wants to meet you.

Bald Bandit: Yeah, every soldier in town wants to meet me, now get on with it.

Robin: No he’s not a soldier, I think he just wants to talk to you?

Bald Bandit: I don’t do autographs. You’re starting to piss me off, so I suggest you step aside.

Robin: Can we like meet you somewhere later after you’re done here then?

Bald Bandit: Yeah, I’d love to walk right into a trap.

Robin: No I just think he’ll be mad at me if I let you slip by

Bald Bandit: Well let me fix that, he won’t be mad if you’re dead.

           With that the man raised his dagger and a green aura surrounded the weapon as he got ready to attack. Robin’s eyes widened as she realized this was likely the final sight she’d see, it was a short life, and what an unceremonious way for it to end. But at the same time, she didn’t know much to live for, so she struggled for reasons to yell out in defiance of this fate. A moment later the Bandit’s blade struck her and sent her flying several meters back and through the wall of Mary’s house, utterly destroying the wooden boards. Her head was spinning, and her entire body was horribly sore, but she was undeniably alive and lacked an obvious wound from the attack. Upon closer inspection she realized she was glowing with a dim yellow aura.

Mary: My house!

Art: Robin are you okay!

           Robin saw the faint yellow light connecting her to Art’s outstretched hands. She yelled back to him.

Robin: I think so!

           The bald man also turned to the new presence on the field. He seemed intrigued to see this short and feeble looking man who had stopped his attack.

Bald Bandit: haven’t met the resistance of another nitrogen user in a while, who might you be.

Art: My name is Art, I am a librarian.

           The Bandit raised an eyebrow at this declaration.

Bald Bandit: A librarian huh? I really should be on the run before the guards show up, but knowing them we have a little time to settle this score.                     

           His dagger began to light up green again as he prepared to target Art with his next attack. Art looked subtly horrified as his predicament set in.

Art: N-no wait I’m not a fighter!

           The bandit didn’t seem to care about this revelation, for not a moment after Art declared this, the bald man was charging at him at high speed. The yellow aura of Art’s nitrogen surrounded his body in a desperate attempt to defend himself. But despite this effort, the bandit’s blade struck art and sent him accelerating into another nearby house. The entire structure shook as the wall Art was now imbedded in collapsed, burying him in a pile of rubble.

Bald Bandit: I was hoping he would be more of a fight. 

           Suddenly, a fourth voice boomed from behind the man.

Tom: Not so fast!

           Tom grinned cockily as he made his overdramatic entrance. Beside him was the unimpressed Caple and a small crowd of Fullmoon soldiers stationed in the village.

Baldy: Damn.

           Tom’s ego boost wore off causing him to notice that both of his companions had been smashed through walls

Tom: Jesus what happened here?

Robin: He attacked us! Art is in that pile of rubble... 

           Tom put the pieces together and his tone and demeanor shifted to be much more serious

Tom: Please tell me he’s okay…

           A subtle coughing suddenly came from the rubble pile, where a disheveled and defeated Art emerged. His nose was dripping blood and he looked worst for ware, but he was alive with seemingly no serious injury.

Caple: Enough nonsense, we’ve finally caught you bandit, please come in without a fight

           He sounded as over-it as ever in saying this.

Baldy: Yeah right, now that you guards have seen my face I’ll just move on to the next village.

           Caple raised an eyebrow, seemingly enticed by these words.

Caple: Oh? Okay…

Tom: What do you mean okay!?

Caple: If he leaves town he’s not our problem anymore…

Tom: That doesn’t undo everything he’s already done to your people

Caple: They’re not my people, I’m not even from around here.

           The bandit was dumbfounded by this strange debate, he considered sneaking off but was too entertained by watching this chaos unfold.

Tom: well, whatever, I don’t want you to capture him anyway

Caple: What?

Baldy: What?

Tom: Can I talk to you for a bit Baldy?

           The bandit’s confusion turned to a state of awe

Baldy: Y’know what, at this point, sure, I have no idea what’s happening.

Tom: great, don’t worry Mr. Caple, I’ll handle him from here on out

Baldy: You will?

           He sounded skeptical

Caple: Fine dude, see yah

           Caple led his soldiers back into town.

Tom: Robin, could you make sure Art is okay?

           Robin nodded and ran over to the rubble pile to fish Art out.

Tom: Why don’t you walk with me Baldy?

Baldy: I honestly might kill you if you call me that again.

Tom: Okay okay, thanks for the warning. My name is Tom, what’s yours?

           The man thought for a moment, as if considering whether to reveal this information, or maybe thinking of a fake name, who knows.

Dolf: It’s Dolf.

Tom: Okay Dolf, I have a bit of a proposition for you.

Dolf: And what might that be?

           He sounded utterly uninterested.

Tom: I’m putting together a team to take on a dungeon that’s dropping soon, and I’m looking to recruit you. I’m hoping to obtain a good weapon from it.

Dolf: Why would I ever help you beat a dungeon.

Tom: After we’re done, my buddy and I will work for you, use whatever item we get to help you out with anything.

Dolf: So you’re weak ass friends are on this team too?

Tom: Well, yeah

Dolf: And what about you, what are your abilities?

Tom: well, I’ve got this.

           Tom proudly brandished the flintlock pistol strapped to his waist. Dolf looked entirely unimpressed.

Dolf: You know even moderate savory style nitrogen would render that thing entirely useless…

Tom: Gotta start somewhere, won’t need to survive off it for long, just until I get a better one from the dungeon.

Dolf: Why would I not just take this hypothetical weapon for myself?

Tom: If you let us work for you you’ll have more… man power…

Dolf: How appealing. Do you even know any nitrogen like your friend?

Tom: well, no.

Dolf: You know what.

Tom: What?

Dolf: You’re offer is moronic.

Tom: well…

Dolf: But I’m freshly out of work since you ruined my bandit gig, so I’ll join you.

Tom: Really!?

Dolf: Just to alleviate my boredom.

           Tom offered his hand with a newfound excitement.

Tom: Welcome to the tea-

           Dolf grabbed his hand violently and held it tightly.

Dolf: Shut up and listen to me.  

           He had an eerily serious tone to his voice.

Dolf: If the weapon won from this dungeon is especially desirable to me. I will kill you and take it for myself.

           Only after saying this did his hand shake while holding Tom’s. Tom was made uneasy by this blunt statement, but his look of fear slowly turned to a one of serious contemplation.

Tom: Then I have one request.

           He spoke with a tone matching Dolf’s in eeriness

Tom: If that comes to fruition, please spare Robin and Art.

Dolf: Whatever, makes no difference to me.

           In a less excited tone Tom finished his sentence.

Tom: Welcome to the team.

Current Party: Tom, Art, Robin, Dolf

[conniferium]

Conniferium: Book 1: Chapter 1

Tom: Hey! Wake up!

           She awoke to the sound of this brash voice. As her eyes opened, they were hit with a bright ray of light which was dispersed by the thick canopy of massive pine trees which loomed above her as she laid on her back. As she came too, she glanced around to see an entire forest of these pines surrounding her, most were easily a hundred feet in height with branches beginning to sprout from them about halfway up their thick trunks. She also saw the source of the voice that woke her. He was a young-looking man with long lavender hair tied back into a ponytail, he was dressed formally in a dark blue vest and black cardigan and wore a confident expression, behind him was a shorter yet equally well-dressed man with short and neat blonde hair and a much more uncertain expression. Both had large packs on their backs.

Tom: What are you doing sleeping out here, this forest is dangerous you know.

           It took her a second to realize that she didn’t know the answer to his question. She sat up and looked at the two for a moment. She was wearing a rather casual outfit of a pair of black pants, a red t-shirt, and grey jacket. Her hair was long and dark.

???: Who are you?

Tom: Name’s Tom, and this is Art

           He gestured to the nervous blonde man behind him.

Tom: Now you answer my question

???: Well, I don’t really know, I just woke up here…

           Tom looked confused by this vague answer.

Tom: Where did you fall asleep?

???: I don’t know…

Tom: Well, what’s your name?

???: um, I don’t know that either.

Tom: what!? How do you not know your own name?

???: I don’t know!

           Tom looked down at this mysterious woman with a perplexed look.

Tom: well Art, looks like a classic case of amnesia…

Art: Think she’s a reset?

???: Don’t talk about me like I’m not here! And what’s a reset?

Tom: Sometimes people will wipe their own memories to sorta reset their lives, usually they leave behind at least some basic knowledge tho… how much do you know?

???: That’s kind of a hard question to answer… I can’t really think of anything.

Tom: You look like you’ve probably stopped aging already

???: Stopped aging?

Tom: Yeah, happens to most people around the early 20s

???: What? How old are you?

Tom: we’re both 134

???: oh… I have no idea how old I am.                

Tom: Kinda figured by now, most people who reset do it when they’ve lived for a really long time. Did you leave any geographical knowledge?

???: I guess not because I have no idea where I am.

Tom: This is the Redwood Forest, it’s a pretty big region of the Roma Realm, any of this sounding familiar?

???: Nope, but I know what a forest is…

Tom: Glad we don’t have to explain that one, so what should we call you?

???: you’re asking me to pick my own name?

Tom: I mean, I can pick for you if you want, the red and grey combo you got going on kinda reminds me of a robin, and that’s a fairly common name, how about we call you that?

Robin: okay, I guess that works…

Tom: So anyway, we’re on a quest right now, wanna join us?

Robin: What? What kinda quest?

Tom: Well, right now we’re heading for a dungeon we wanna try our luck in, but first we gotta gather some help.

Robin: And you want me? What even is a dungeon?

Tom: Yeah you can join, besides if you’re a reset you might have some powerful abilities from your previous life, and about dungeons, Sometimes the gods like to create dungeons to hand out special weapons and items they made to whoever completes them, and we know where one is dropping in a couple days.

Robin: How do you know that?

Tom: You can kinda get a sense for these things by studying the patterns of previous dungeons. This one’s pretty simple, the god Semicircle drops a dungeon every 3 months in the same spot.

Robin: Alright I guess I’m in, I don’t exactly have anything better to do.

           Tom reached out his hand to help Robin up, she took it and he pulled her onto her feet. Without letting go he firmly shook her hand and smiled

Tom: Welcome to the team.

Current Party: Tom, Art, Robin

[conniferium]

Conniferium: Book 1: Prologue

           The historic city of North Plover was the Aviary empire’s primary stronghold in Juliet. It was a beautiful and generally peaceful town bustling with busy people going about their uneventful lives. But today, North Plover was under siege. Invading forces from the Valentine Empire had already nearly annihilated the Aviary troops stationed in the outskirts of the town and had begun to push into the inner city.

Praise: Dammit! when are the reinforcements set to arrive?

           Kennard Praise was the highest-ranking officer of the Aviary army present, he practically screamed this question at his right hand, Chris Constant. They were watching the chaos unfold below them from the Aviary-Plover Headquarters on a high floor of the Plover capital building, a skyscraper which towered over the city’s skyline.

Constant: They’ve struck us at the worst possible time sir, they can’t get any reinforcements here until at least a few hours from now.

Praise:  This might be it for us Chris…

           With that they heard a door bust down behind them followed by a pair of screams, whipping their heads around, they spotted the leader of the Valentine Empire himself. He was nearly 9 feet tall and had a menacing presence, with a sadistic grin spread across his sharp face. His muscular bare chest was splattered with blood from the guards at the door who he had quickly dispatched. His hair hung halfway down his back and wore a dark red color not dissimilar from the blood which painted his chest.

Wingo Valentine: Are you the one in charge around her buddy?

           The tone of his voice was filled with a demented casualness. Praise’ sword appeared in his hand as he took a fighting stance.

Praise: To What do I owe the pleasure, Emperor Valentine?

           He tried to speak calmly, but a distinct nervous quality was clear in his voice.

Wingo: Been eying up this city for a while, thought it was about time I took it for myself.

Praise: And here I thought you were only dumb enough to keep blowing through city states, now you’re invading a city protected by the Aviary Empire, we’ll destroy you for this Valentine.

Wingo: Even if they do you won’t be alive to see it.

Praise: And that, is my greatest regret.

           With that, Praise charged on the menacing emperor and unleashed his most powerful attack, only for the horrified Chris Constant to be splattered with his blood a moment later.