The Tower of Druaga (Game Thread)

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THE TOWER OF DRUAGA


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The Tower of Druaga, a place seemingly finite yet comprised of innumerable linked floors, intimately connected yet each a world unto itself. The tower is the axis upon which countless realms spin, it is the bridge to the heavens, and is thought to be a physical form of the creator spirits themselves.

From the days of the very first armies, this place has resonated with the call to reach it's top, drawing mighty warriors and champions to it's interior, and be destroyed or lost once they are there. Climbers compete in a race to scale it, reaching higher and higher past the clouds. The floors teem with all manner of magic, traps, and guardians that would rip a man apart in the blink of an eye. Entire armies have died to a man as they ascended.

The Tower also possesses many places of wonder, and the thrills of discovery more than make up for its perils. There are riches, fabulous treasures, and powerful artefacts scattered throughout; ancient relics from another era, mythical weapons of heroes, religious symbols, and cursed items bringing doom to those foolish enough to use them. Many inside have built thriving communities, and their inhabitants manage to live long and peaceful lives in the Tower, despite it's danger.

When a person conquers the Tower of Druaga, and climbs on top of it to it's very peak, the Tower will make them a literal god, equal to the spirits of creation. And so it invariably finds climbers willing to oblige.

You have been brought here, and the whole expanse of the the Tower lies above you.

Fates have mercy on your soul.

The Jewel Ocean
A land of plains, cliffs, and light jungle. Massive crystals rise into the sky, forming columns to the clouds. A deep river runs through the floor, so wide that one can barely see the other side when they stand on the shore. The riverbed is covered with gem fragments and crystal formations, and the surroundings are home to a wide range of colorful animal life. All flow into a vast ocean that fills the level.

The city of Minalca is not an especially beautiful place, but it's swarming with life. A re-inhabited system of ruins and earthen mounds carved out into a "hive", where a mix of races dwell. The ruins now form a gigantic maze of crumbled buildings with countless cracks and crevices, passageways, and forgotten caves. The narrow and busy streets are full of rubble, streams, and thousands of conversations. All manner of temple shrines, bustling markets, noisy taverns, pools, and library archives can be found within this maze of ancient, collapsed structures. There is even activity beneath the ground, as there are many sections of tunnels and subterranean chambers. The city is protected by standing guard companies and militia.

Curious explorers, greedy treasure hunters, foolhardy warriors, ruthless thugs, stranded travelers, self-proclaimed heroes... they pass here with the prospect of becoming fabulously rich, retrieving legendary artefacts, becoming stronger, or simply wandering.

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The Docks district of Minalca houses their harbor and serves as headquarters for local trading companies, which maintain a supply drop on-site. Ships from the Topazial Sea sail through here to reach the communities inland. The docks are partially encircled by a large wall, and the water's edge is cluttered with reeds and plants.

The surrounding residential area is dotted with workers hauling crates of jewels and supplies, sailors gambling, specialists repairing their craft. Most of the craft are small, 12-person canoes with oars. Though unable to stand much pounding, the boat's shallow drafts allow them to sail through places where larger ships dare not follow. Larger pinnaces and mail runners have simple, fore-and-aft rigged sails and greater cargo holds, while still equipped with oars.

There are many passages to the next level that have been mapped. The closest is underwater caves near Gaieocos, on the Torpaline Shore. Getting there requires a boat. You must procure a boat (by bartering your items, sneaking onboard, or stealing one or whatever).

The rustic buildings and worn-out collection of hovels on this level didn't wasn't exactly exciting to the very eye but it was a relief that everything around her didn't try to kill her. Caedis walked the dirt streets slowly, taking in the sights even though there really weren't any save for the waving banners or the colorful people that dwell in this city. She adjusted her rucksack that hung from her spear like a pig on an open spit. Caedis heard the gold inside rustle a bit as she brought the end of the pole perpendicular from the ground instead of its usual parallel place. She tried not to pay attention to these minuscule details but it was often the only thing she could focus on. Plus if someone tries to steal her gold, she could have some entertainment the very least.

This was a far cry from her blanche days in Helliot where she wasn't forced to carry anything thing at all besides a coin purse. Even before she had met Darius, Caedis enjoyed luxury as a farmer would enjoy how much land he has. Everything was at the palm of her hands, everything was in reach because of her undeniable riches. Now it was quite different.

Caedis stopped and leaned against a wall with mysterious marks on its decrepit surface. She drew out a simple map from her back pocket that she bought earlier on when she had first entered this new level. It was a basic illustration of Minalca detailing the different districts but most importantly the harbor that would be vital for them to get to the next level. Now she wondered how to get there. Caedis almost forgot that she was in a group of other "climbers" for a brief moment. Over the course of the climb, she's gotten to tolerate and sometimes even enjoy their company. She was used to going at it alone but that wasn't always the case. When Caedis was a mercenary for a guard company she always had to travel in a group to either enforce a presence or follow the simple notion that it was safer to travel in a group.

With the other hand she rustled through her ruckpack or to be more precise, her purse. It was at least the half the size of her head and Caedis has been good protecting it so far. But from the looks of it, about half the amount of gold remain. She wasn't sure how much a simple ferry trip would cost around these parts and she doesn't want to be the one to figure it out the hard way. If anything, the elven thief could probably "procure" some more gold if necessary. But stealing could always lead to attention so Caedis spoke up to the group to get a better idea on the group wanted to do.

"So, how do all of you want to get a boat?" Caedis asked.

"So, how do all of you want to get a boat?"

Atticus put a screwdriver and the tornado trap he'd been repairing away. He starred up, his gaze momentarily following the rising crystal columns through the clouds. They'd been in Minalca for a couple of days, replenishing supplies, enjoying the sights and not trying to anger the authorities. The usual works of things, and someone had finally decided to address the bull in the room.

"Yeah, I've been thinking about that." Atticus responded. "At first, If figured we could just build a boat. I use to make tiny boats all the time on the farm, simply to get across lakes and stuff. With a little time, I could make a simple boat that could easily get us to where we need to be."

Atticus then sighed, thinking of a simpler time.

"The only problem is that a few of our companions are dressed as if they are going to war with mountains!" He said, slightly glaring at Caedis and glancing at the tank that was Damien .

"I can't build a boat of that size anyway, too much supplies needed."

Atticus still wasn't too sure of what to think of his companions. Nathan is nice enough guy, Veritas seems mostly harmless, Damien is an honorable tank, Zavier is...Zavier, Prail is pretty intelligent, Caedis can be pretty bitter, Stonefuse a bit too obedient, and Gale is just straight up violent.

Though they'd been together for some time now, Atticus wasn't sure if he should stick with him. They could slow down his quest for technology and weather doo-dads while stirring up trouble for him. Then again, his first companion on his journey was Faunra and she's thief, but so far that's been working out just fine. Perhaps his judgement of character could use a bit of work, Atticus thought to himself.

"I figure we just barter for one." Atticus suggested.

The level had an odd serenity to it, taking Damien back to an easier time. Though the ruins reminded him of his family's kingdom in it's present state.

"The only problem is that a few of our companions are dressed as if they are going to war with mountains!"

Damien gave the small man a glance before continuing to stare off at the level. The local militia marched with the grace of goats, and held their weapons almost as well. They were not warriors, most little more than infants compared to any child with a year of training from Dakesh.

"How is it we go about bartering, sir?" His rumbling voice asked Atticus, he had learned that though the man was small, he came close to the Grand Master of Knowledge in terms of understanding the world around them. A feat Damien could never accomplish, even if he had at least a century left of life, he was a leader of battle first and foremost, not a man of the people.

"How is it we go about bartering, sir?"

Atticus still had problems with how powerful Damien's voice could be, but didn't flinch. That was a good question, what were they to barter with? This level is full of gemstones, perhaps they could find some valuable ones if they tried. Atticus had learned a bit about how gems and crystals worked, and he had a decent amount of intelligence into mining, he however knew nothing about how the actual business of trading them worked. If they could only find common gems and crystals, they wouldn't get much out of them, let alone a decent boat.

"We could try finding some expensive gemstones; they pretty much what make this level go round. If that doesn't work out, is anyone will to give up a few silver and gold coins? I could handout a few gizmos and scrap metal. Think that would be good enough for a decent boat?"

"If need be, I could part with some of my gold coins." Caedis said bitterly. The reason why she was so bitter about the thought is for the simple reason that she doesn't want to be the one associated with having the most coin. She didn't exactly know how much gold the others had but she knows how much it could affect the group.

"I'll be able to meet halfway if someone else would be willing to pay the rest." Caedis proposed.

"We could try finding some expensive gemstones; they pretty much what make this level go round. If that doesn't work out, is anyone will to give up a few silver and gold coins? I could handout a few gizmos and scrap metal. Think that would be good enough for a decent boat?"

The question drew Faunra from her self induced stupor. She had been watching the large crowds of passing guards. Where Damien saw untrained, weak provisional guards, she saw a significant problem; untrained though they may be, they were still eyes on the street, intent on protecting the jewels and the citizens that prospered from them - the wealth most of all no doubt. Even while she was watching, she could see a few of the guards eying her over and typing her out.

With an audible sigh she admitted defeat - in a city like this, crime really didn't pay. There was no way she could "requisition" a boat in her normal ways; which meant if they wanted to get a boat, she would need to speak with the local organized criminals.

"I could try calling in a couple favors. With a city this big, I'm sure I can find a few friends somewhere. In the very least, I could probably find us a broker willing to buy some of your toys, maybe even someone willing to part with a boat... and don't give me that look Atticus, I mean legally part with it."

"I'll be able to meet halfway if someone else would be willing to pay the rest."

"Alright, that sounds fair. But we can't spend too much if we want to reach some of the higher levels."

Atticus racked his brain. Money, money, money, always a problem on every level. He really didn't want to get into trouble with the guards on this level, but he worried that they might not be able to get a ship, legally at least. And if it came to that, things would get muddled real fast.

"I could try calling in a couple favors. With a city this big, I'm sure I can find a few friends somewhere. In the very least, I could probably find us a broker willing to buy some of your toys, maybe even someone willing to part with a boat... and don't give me that look Atticus, I mean legally part with it."

"Right, it better be legally. We can't afford to tick off anyone on this level. With all the chaos we've caused on some of the lower levels, I wouldn't be surprised if we have a couple of different armies on our asses."

The lack of a boat was a pretty big setback. Prail wasn't very good with boats; they tended to end up perforated which greatly reduced their uses.
Her fellow travellers were quite a site to see so advanced for mammals. They'd even set up their own language. Of course it hadn't taken long for her to master it. She could understand pretty all they were saying and her literacy was pretty good now.
She'd gotten past the whole Orifice (well almost it was still a little sickening). It wouldn't have been so bad if they weren't eating near constantly but it was like they never stopped.
Not to mention they were so warm. She could hardly even touch them sometimes.
Anyway it looked like they needed money again.
She offered forward one of her candles. Her supply was starting to run thin but she realised the necessity. It better get a good price, that one was the history of her college; the fools probably wouldn't even understand half it. It would be wasted on them.
Needs must.

"Oh, um, thanks Prail. I bet someone out there will value this lovely candle!"

Atticus had no idea who would ever consider trading a boat for a candle, but decided not to reject the offer. He'd seen her lighting a few and had begun to understand that they were more than candles. More over, they were worth something to her, so rejecting the offer seemed like the rudest thing possible, or at least that's how Atticus interpreted it. He chose to hold onto it for a bit.

"Alright, so, anyone else have anything to add on? Any questions, ideas, inquiries, anything? At some point we may need to split into groups and I want to make sure everyone's clear on what we should do."

"The only reason we would have an army following us, would be because you angered the level's denizens while I was not watching, Atticus. And it is rare that I do not watch." Damien continued to watch the city guard go about their merry way, they were adequate for the city's crime, but not should the city come under attack.

"But I will contribute what I have for the boat." He rummaged around in his small pack, his hand coming into contact with the medallions, and a swift look of distaste crossed his face as he remembered the way their wearers were butchered. He found his coin purse, and pulled out a handful of gold pieces, which he laid on the table they sat at.

"That is what I have. Take it for our transportation.Considering gems in the water may help us out on the next level, provided they belong to no one, here they are most likely everyday trinkets, such as an old arrowhead, or a skull found in the dirt."

"Right, it better be legally. We can't afford to tick off anyone on this level. With all the chaos we've caused on some of the lower levels, I wouldn't be surprised if we have a couple of different armies on our asses."

"Damien is right, with any luck we'll find some reserves on route to the next level. More importantly, what's this "we" part. I don't know about you but I for one have done nothing to warrant armies hunting me" Faunra said, feigning shock; the wry smile on her face giving her away. "After all, It wasn't me who wanted that Marquis's weather-thing." she finished her smile fully formed.

Shrugging her shoulders to relieve some built up tension, she readied to leave.

"I do see your point though. I'll keep the lawlessness to a minimum." Readjusting her pack to a more comfortable position she turned toward the large crowd, intent on finding the nearest seedy tavern. She reached for her coin purse to check her reserves - a few silver and copper; enough to find the people she needed but little else. Returning her gaze to the group of intrepid climbers she inquired "Anyone care to join me?"

Veritas took this moment to step in to the conversation. "Are there any underground waterways here? I can find anything, as long as it's near water". He was unsure whether his offer would be worth anything, considering everyone had pretty much already made up their minds. He ran his hands through his long hair; at least it would agree with him...if hair had a personality.

"Anyone care to join me?"

"Eh, I like Damien's idea. There's sure to be plenty of stuff in the wa-"

As Atticus's gaze ran over the water, he noticed one of the crystal pillars nearby. His gazed bounced around the city, from pillar to pillar, column to column.

All of which were perfectly in tact. An idea formed in his head.

"Hey Damien, minor change in plans. You're coming with me. I think I know where to get a lot of gems really fast. If my plan works, Damien and I shall return...pretty much rich."

Atticus got up from the table and walked over to Damien.

"Oh, and it wasn't just some weather-thing, it was an atmospheric participation producer! Not too useful to me, but very valuable. Place like the Driller's Hives-eh, nevermind." Atticus hastily retorted before giving in.

"Are there any underground waterways here? I can find anything, as long as it's near water".

"Yeah, there are plenty of underwater caves here. They're the way to the next level. And thanks to your ability, we won't need to pay for a map. Start mapping a course if you can, I'd rather not eyeball this while we're in the water."

"Anyone care to join me?"
Well Prail didn't really have other plans.
Curious glance.
After all it was about a week or so since she last ate, and a few more test on this alcohol thing everyone seemed so interested in couldn't hurt.
As long as she was paying of course.
Nod

Damien saw Atticus glance around at the pillars covering the square they gathered near.

What is he thinking?

Damien followed Atticus, if he were to attempt to steal from these people, he would stop him.

"Yeah, there are plenty of underwater caves here. They're the way to the next level. And thanks to your ability, we won't need to pay for a map. Start mapping a course if you can, I'd rather not eyeball this while we're in the water."

"Sure! I can do that!". Veritas grinned as he busied himself getting out a piece of blank parchment and a writing implement, before strolling off to the nearest source. "I'll be back in around half an hour, can you wait for me around here?". He wandered off, regardless of their answers.

"I'll be back in around half an hour, can you wait for me around here?"

"Wait, no, you should probably take someone with...you. Would someone please follow him? Just in case?"

Atticus was sure that Veritas wouldn't get into trouble, but still wanted everyone to at least stay in clumps. He decided to get moving with Damien.

"Alright, Damien follow my lead here. You see, we're gonna needs funds for the next few levels and perhaps to buy a ship. Now, currency tends to work differently on each level, but if there's anything I've learned over the years, it's that pretty, pretty, shiny, shiny beats all odds. However, that may not work on this level. So, we're gonna need something unique and special, something that will last for awhile."

Atticus pointed out to one of the colossal natural forming crystal pillars that existed on this level. Yet Damien seemed to be looking elsewhere, moving a bit closer to Atticus.
"I figured that if we can break off some of the columns, we'll pretty much be able to buy anything we-"

Atticus stopped abruptly as he noticed something off. Though he couldn't see his face, Atticus could sense a call to duty emanating from Damien's change in posture.

"Damien, is something wrong?"

"I think we should stay together." Ramirez said. "I don't want Veritas, skilled as he is, facing anything by himself."

Two vessels were preparing to depart.

One was the merchant Captain Lentos Potiatus. A clean-shaven man in a velvet shirt, decked with jewelry. The man's behavior is an odd combination of curt and casual, snappish and apparently relaxed. He displays a long dagger, plated with gold, that looks like it has been put to no more lethal use than opening letters.

The other was Captain Marcellus Ibrin. He is short man, slowly turning bald, with a bare patch spreading through his pale brown, untidy hair. He has fairly pale, rugged skin, a squarish face and muddy brown, droopy eyes. He is fit for his age, has thick stubble on his neck and cheeks, and a deceptively sleepy look that sometimes comes over him.

Some unhelmed craft are tied up by the docks, with 7-8 guards each.

Damien laid his hand gently on Atticus's forarm, before grasping it in his grip,"You will not steal from these people, Atticus, those pillars are these people's. We do not know what might happen should these pillars be removed."

He let go of Atticus's arm,"We do not steal from others to only benefit ourselves.I will have no part in this. And neither will you while I live."

Caedis got off the marred surface and went towards the elf and Prail as well.

"I'll join you, too." Caedis said. With the majority of the group following Atticus, Caedis figured that she might as well go with the other group just in case that plan didn't go through as well. At least in the Tavern she would be able to get a drink or two. Alcohol was a new thing to Caedis as well, only being exposed to it after her departure from Helios but soon she found its "alleviating" value. She isn't an alcoholic but when she's at a tavern Caedis can't help but take at least one drink.

"Let's go, I'm parched." Caedis said anxiously.

"We do not steal from others to only benefit ourselves.I will have no part in this. And neither will you while I live."

Atticus was confused? What did Damien think these pillars were?

"Damien, let me explain. I've talked around, these crystal pillars have been here for thousands of years, piercing through the clouds...and yet they belong to no one. They're naturally formed and probably wouldn't be here if people could actually break through them. No one has harvested these things because no one can...or at least, that's what most people believe. If we could excavate just a bit of one of these crystal columns we'd have plenty of money for the other levels and would be famous on this one."

Atticus inhaled deeply.

"Now do you understand?"

"I think that, between what money we have and our general labor, we can find passage easily enough." Ramirez's mind lingered on excavating the column. But there was something that worried him. Something he read in Zavier's books

The great crystals on the Topazial sea stood like spires around the rocky shore. There seemed to be no gate, neither to the upper floor nor the underwater caves. But a gate there was, and though invisible it could prove very strong. They are said to have been made from the crystal of Thozos Scintillis, and imbued with an ancient power. They were aware of enemies both visible and invisible, and guarded the level wherever they formed. For though any army might attempt to pass the Jewel Ocean it could not pass by strength of arms; only by a will greater than the crystalline watchers could a path be forced. And if such a will could be summoned, then the gleaming spires would emit an invisible alarm that brought the floor's guardians down on the intruders.

Prail began to move towards the smell of alcohol. How the others couldn't find it miles off she had no idea. She had a lot of questions, then again she always did. Both her companions were female and for someone reason the same label had been applied to Prail despite it making no sense, maybe they could shed some light on why.
The walk shouldn't take long and the smell ramped up rapidly.
Prail was leading the way her feet clip clopping along the streets, it was a nice walk the water all around helped cool the place, keep it bearable.
She hadn't really gotten to know any of her companions beyond a surface meeting and she doubted very much they'd be able to offer any insight profound or not into who or what she was.

If only they had words for the senses they'd lacked, she'd seen enough to realise that these people had no sense of self organically speaking, she wondered how it must be not to be able to do that. Maybe in time they'd evolve to her level but until then she was stuck trying to teach them so slowly.
Lodics would accomplish all this in seconds but even when she offered her's to them they just look confused and a little scared.
It was getting to the point she considered using the candles. Of course until now sense had won out over the need for social interaction but how long would that last.

"Now do you understand?"

"They are still a part of this level of the tower, I will not allow you to destroy a piece of the tower."

He stood directly in front of the man, hands staying clear of his sword at his side and shield on his back.

"They may have been here for thousands of years, but they are still a part of these denizens lives. To take a part of the crystal is to take a part of them. I still hold to the tenants set by the first Grand Master of Dakesh, and for as long as I travel beside you, so to will you when it concerns innocents.Do not try to test me, Atticus, I will not have the pillars of my faith crushed simply because I do not have enough money to cross a river."

"Tainted possessions are worthless. And digging a piece of the crystal here in this city will taint whatever it may be used for."

"Do not try to test me, Atticus, I will not have the pillars of my faith crushed simply because I do not have enough money to cross a river."

"Tainted possessions are worthless. And digging a piece of the crystal here in this city will taint whatever it may be used for.

Atticus was getting slightly frustated.

"Damien, usually I'd be in total agreement with you, but you must understand, I have to make sure I can make it through each level. I'm not doing this for me, I'm doing it for my entire level, Agris. Besides, look around, this level belongs to no one and the crystals do nothing. Look at the buildings, they're ruins. Whoever inhabited this place is dead, gone, eradicated. In fact, if I can't find a level that can help me save mine, Agris could end up being a lot like Minalca, only a lot colder and lot more dead."

The warrior stared down at him through the suit.

"Listen, I might not even be able to crack one of these pillars. And anyway, I only want a few fragments of a crystal column. Please, just help me with this one thing. If you don't want to, you can simply leave. And If you try to stop me, I will not hesitate to fight you, guards or not."

Atticus' hand inched towards his slingshot, just in case.

"At ease. These men are loading their craft. I'm certain we can talk a place for ourselves onboard."

Zavier shut the book he was reading. Minalca was one of the few levels of the Tower of Druaga on which significant research and writing had been done. He had spent the last few days thumbing through his copy of its lore and history. He stood up and stretched out his legs, the others had gone not too long ago. Unlike them, Zavier decided that the best place to start searching for a way to the next level was at the docks. If nothing else, the visit would at least give them some options when the group reconvened.

The crisp air from the waterfront was quite refreshing after several days in the city, and Zavier walked down the road to the docks thinking over his companions. He would have much preferred to travel alone, but there was something about all of them, something that told him they were useful. Useful enough to travel with, at least for the time being.

After arriving at the waterfront Zavier made several inquiries about what boats were preparing to leave. He was disappointed to find that there were only two vessels that would take on passengers. It didn't give the group much option, but he made a note of it and decided to speak with each in turn.

He approached the first man he had been told about. "You are Captain Lentos Potiatus?" When the man nodded, Zavier continued. "How much would it cost you to transport, say, eight persons aboard your vessel?"

Only as Atticus, Damien and Ramirez passed his line of sight did Stonefuse notice that his new masters were on the move. He walked towards them, and as he did so, he heard them talking.

"Listen, I might not even be able to crack one of these pillars. And anyway, I only want a few fragments of a crystal column. Please, just help me with this one thing. If you don't want to, you can simply leave. And If you try to stop me, I will not hesitate to fight you, guards or not."

"Masters, I could attain the crystal element by fusing with it. Then I could chip some off of myself. The pillars would remain undamaged, yet we would have gained a piece of them."

Stonefuse's unnatural, blank gaze was directed towards the duo that was arguing as he awaited for a command.

"We do not steal from others to only benefit ourselves.I will have no part in this. And neither will you while I live."

Faunra overheard as she followed Prail into the crowd. She smiled, glad the Damien had decided not to follow them. Faunra doubted Damien would last five minutes in any of the taverns she was planning to visit before he would challenge someone in the bar to a dual.

Not that he was wrong really, stealing was. But on the bottom rung, necessity overrules righteousness, morality, and all the other two gold piece words he had to offer. And not that she would say any of this to his face - the guy's sword probably weighed as much as she did and it was significantly harder. Sharper, no; but harder, yes.

As the crowds conversation lulled, she made out more; this time Atticus.

"If you don't want to, you can simply leave. And If you try to stop me, I will not hesitate to fight you, guards or not."

Faunra paled a little. If Damien could chop her down in a moment, she shuddered to think what he could do to Atticus. There would be blood everywhere...

She hadn't finished the thought before she had pivoted on her feet and started sprinting back to the column, leaving Caedis and Prail confused... or Caedis anyway, Prail was just impossible to read.

"Maybe leaving those two together wasn't the best idea after all."

"Listen, I might not even be able to crack one of these pillars. And anyway, I only want a few fragments of a crystal column. Please, just help me with this one thing. If you don't want to, you can simply leave. And If you try to stop me, I will not hesitate to fight you, guards or not."

"I share your pain, Atticus, but I will not allow you to potentailly destroy another level just for your level's survival. My level has already been destroyed, I watched as my brother tore everything I ever knew apart. I will not allow it to happen to another while I breathe. Should you reach the final level, it will not matter whether or not your level has succumbed to whatever threatens it, we will defeat it."

He saw as the man's hand inched it's way towards the slingshot at his waist.

"I repeat, do not test me, Atticus. You will not defeat a Grand Master of the Monastery of Dakesh."

He readied RAAS, the word of Falling, should the man continue reaching for his slingshot.

Potiatus his head slightly as someone spoke to him. He saw that it was a dark-coated man, one of the expeditionary bands that constantly passed through here, wanting passage beyond. He scanned Zavier, trying to determine how wealthy he was, and up the price accordingly. But his eyes stopped at the saber.

"We can't have you bring weapons on deck. They'll have to be kept in a separate compartment. And you'll have to sleep in the hold." The space available was a compartment below deck, among crates.

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