Chapter: 4
Trespassing
Caleb made his way away from the throne and walked towards the exit into the unknown. As he stepped over the swell of the room he felt the effect of dungeon lord drain dissipating. Before he could lament o it he saw the Ruins of a long lost Castle before him, once great walls crumbled down, collapsed towers and similar broken homes. In the sky loomed an everlasting eclipse darkening but illuminating the sky alike. Making the ruins look much more dangerous than they probably were. The only building left standing was his probably not by accident though. The closer he looked around more wildlife could be spotted, first he noticed black wolves with embers as exes, and small horn protruding from their heads, they seemed to ignore him mostly, but what surprised Caleb the most that some bowed slightly when he walked past them. Was this the Lord Talent doing its job? Probably. His gaze roamed over the ceature, suddenly he noticed a exclamation mark over its head tapping it it revealed another spreadsheet
Name: None
Race: Black hound
Level: 24
Class: Beast
Health: 1600
Mana: 400
Attributes: Strengh:300 Fortitude:100 Agility:200 Mind: 50
Skills: deathening howl, claw sweep, fiery bite
Talents: Ressurect, dungeon mob
Remark: a common beast in the fiery wastes, mostly hunts in packs to slay larger pray
He guessed that all of the ruins must be a part of his dungeon, if he were to trust the words of the description his dungeon and the inhabitants would get stronger if it wasn’t cleared on the regular, but that brought another question up in his mind was he even strong? He immediately was level 49 normal people would start at level 1 if this world would make a tiny bit of sense. He scouted the ruins searching for a clue or just another slither of life beside the black hounds and the acasional rodents. Caleb’s head turned in a 90 degree angle as he heard voices in the far distance, the metal creaking at the sudden movement.
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Jackson and his group made their way throughout the old broken ruins, the path was littered with clutter and the acasional attacks from the black hounds were not helping, at least they didn’t encounter anything to difficult yet. It was made up of him the tank, weraring simple plate armor with chainmell, Alice the cleric in a excentric nun outfit that could have been fished out of a old theater. Sasha who was an archer of sorts, with a bow arrow and some leather serving as the only means of protection, Jackson didn’t know what to think of them, they only joined him and Alice for this mision and finally Rodemir, but they all called him Rod, clad in a cloak and rather comical looking hat, he would have done nothing rather than replace his smug expression with the imprint of a fist.
Jackson:” This dungeon is a fucking wasteland no good loot here, am I working for fun here
Alice: “Come on its still the tutorial phase we cant die here so what do you expect? Legendary stuff dropped from painted dogs?”
Sasha: “She’s Right Jack were just here to explore a bit”
Rodemir:” Don’t get to confident there fool, there is still that screech from a few hours ago dangers could still be lurking here if you haven’t noticed yet”
He looked at Rod with a pissed off expression, probably agitated at his cocky expression on his all high and mighty face. The two girls watching from the sidelines enjoying the show
Jackson: “You got to be kidding me the world has gone to shit a few weeks ago and you expect me to not be on edge do you think im that ignorant?”
Rodemir: “Stop being so loud I sense more monsters are coming, even if they are not much of a change people like you could still get hit
As the both verbally abusing each other Caleb just watched a very good distance away, gobbling up any bit of knowledge he could gather from their loose jaws that he would probably have to cave in later. At least they wouldn’t really die right? He was in no hurry in stopping them, why should he? this was far better than torturing the stuff out of them. If you would torture them they would just try to say the stuff that they thought you wanted to hear even if it was a lie.
“Lets see how strong they are”
He looked in interest as he ordered 3 black hounds to attack the group. To his surprise they struggled against the beast.
“I Guess I overestimated them quite a bit, they’re synergy is also quite lacking to say the least, they can barely keep the hounds from running at them”
The battle took only a few minutes but the members were clearly a bit injured. The cleric healed them but it took a while, was healing that inefficient or was she just bad at it? He continued observing them hoping they would drop another piece of knowledge that might be useful to him. Just asking them was impossible, would be hard to talk to someone without lungs. His expression turned sour as he saw them heading back, most likely to the exit of his realm, they had outlived their usefulness to him.
