It is helpful to consider the fate of those who become 'Denizen Seeds' and 'Prime seeds'.

As best we can determine, the newborn Dungeon uses the template of a Denizen seed as well as the respawn it takes, as the template for it's first monsters, with some ability to alter the template to suit the form determined by the Dungeon's own template. Thus for every monster you encounter in the Adventure Zone or Dungeon, there is a high level variant with a Respawn somewhere within the dungeon that is their progenitor.

In he case of the prime seeds, however, all their respawns and potential are used to create the dungeon Bosses. They are thus disconnected from any other monster you have seen, more tailored to the themes the Dungeon wants, and more dangerous by far.

- What you need to know to survive the Voidbound System, by &*%:”%^%

Amira walked towards the Cafeteria, a thin sheen of sweat on her skin from the morning workout. Glancing briefly at her sheet, she caught sight of the 'two respawns' thing and scowled. She needed to get more, or she'd never get to see how all this played out! Hopefully, they could teach Caroline some more magic to integrate into her cooking - her Regeneration snacks were awesome, but if she could weave some time magic in so the consumer got basic precognition or something... She'd need to suggest it to Donald. He might be a total dork, but he had almost as much magic as she had, and she knew he had a perk or a spell like that. To be fair, she had been skimming it off him since the Instruction facility was set up, and she'd gotten a few lessons from Michelle as well.

Which is why when her gaze drifted down to her skills, she grew more smug. She had every single magical ability, She'd learned instruction, and raised her UMA to Apprentice 8. That last one did give her mixed feelings, mind. She had been a certified black belt in TKD, but had lost a lot of her advanced skills. On the other hand, what she'd gained from every other unarmed fighting skill did rather make up for it – and it's not like she'd lost any muscle. Still, retraining was a bit of a bear, seeing the best way to flow it all together, and she was going to work on it every day until she got her edge back.

She mused on her build as she joined the queue – Caroline was, after all, a very good cook: Jeeves had attached her cooking area to the social area, so it got rather busy in that area at this time of day. She'd grabbed Plasma magic to begin with – she'd been thinking fists of fire and hadoken might've been cool – and had been rather annoyed this wasn't a cultivation scenario, like her favourite RPGlit was. Still, it had the potential to be pretty fun – and that spell Jonathan had cast on everyone certainly made for a lot of eye candy. A girl can look, right?

Johanna slide in behind her, tapping her on the shoulder with a grin: Amira looked over and grinned at the redhead. “Good morning to you too! Missed you at practice... Did I see you sneaking off with Shawn?”

Johanna blushed slightly. “We slept in.” she admitted. “I just... wanted some company. You guys died a few days ago! I'm... I don't want to die again, Amira.” her voice dropped towards the end. “I'm worried about this incursion thing.”

Amira lightly punched her in the arm. “And that's why you need ta show up to training, dummy. Who dares wins, right? If we don't try, we lose. We practice, we train, we level, and then we can knock their socks off. Alright?” she paused for a moment. “We need to get you an adventure group.”

“But..” Amira cut her off. “Look. You need to get to level three to get a class. Did you read the brief on it? If we play our cards right, we can get a custom class, and I'm going to see if I can get the boss to sign off on me teaching groups in the instruction chamber, and then see how we can weave magic into martial arts. Then it doesn't matter if we run out of ammo, or they rush us. Everyone will be able to fight, and we can win, Right?”

“I.. Suppose, but..” Amira grinned, steering her friend to a table now that they had their food: Caroline had made some tiny little cakes, and she grabbed a handful for her team for later. They boosted health and tasted good: what wasn't to like?

“But nothing. You listen to me, We can all kick ass..” she spent the next half hour spreading the idea and building up spirits, with everyone she could pull to her table.

Now to get the lord of the manor to sign off on her idea.

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Michelle was sitting towards the back of the cafeteria, picking at her food as she pondered her sheet. She'd been teaching a lot of people instruction through her datasheets – and stealing a lot of skills in trade: Enough, in fact, that the system had awarded her a title for it, which she pointedly wasn't mentioning. She wasn't advertising the fact that she was getting a skill from everyone she taught, after all – she got the feeling it might not be a good idea, considering some of the skills she'd gained – nor was she going to mention she could view their abilities. Again, given one of the profiles she had seen had the skill 'Poisons' and another had had 'Disguise' she rather suspected they weren't advertising those skills and she wasn't going to mention it. Except maybe to Jeeves – she was still trying to decide.

As it stood, the system, coupled with Jonathon's spell, had given her the looks of a supermodel, so she was presently using a perk in that Disguise list to make sure no-one noticed her, boosted by her solitary stealth perk so she could get some peace. They may look like people in their mid-twenties, but everyone now had the libido of the same, and she was getting a lot more attention than she was comfortable with.

She'd need to head to the meeting soon, and as she finished her meal, she couldn't help but think....

What skill should she grab next?

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Maskeline stood in his home, considering how things were progressing. His third Intermediate Temple had just been created, which – coupled with the Superior temple he'd had his High Priest make – were edging him into the lead of the game of the gods. It really was too bad it hadn't been Jonathon whom had chosen clerical skills, but he would make do: it was just a matter of keeping his High Priest busy, focused on improving his clerical skills, rather than any others. He was in the process of creating a new quest – he once again cursed the fact that the Quest menu was hidden deep inside the help files – to try and steer things in the direction he wanted, when he was notified of a Visitor.

Hakor entered: a scintillating, coruscating pixelated form of scrolling numbers in the shape of a man: Maskeline inclined his head towards his closest competitor. “You want something?”

Hakor grinned. “Yeah! With my priestess in place... Interested in a bet?”

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Sandra was getting excited. She had new neighbours, she'd done her place up nice – though she was still frowning over a few of the details – and she was really looking forward to her first party. She hoped they'd come soon – she was lonely!

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Jonathon considered the General's words: With his ability to create new spells, if he did nothing else, he might, possibly, be able to get that powerful: but there was no way he could hold off the predicted army by himself, so he'd need to get everyone else that powerful, too.

The table had broken up into discussion, brainstorming ideas on what they could do: It occurred to him and Larry at more or less the same time. “Jeeves?” “Bob?”

Both came out as they were called, the AI shimmering into visibility, Bob manifesting in a wave of fluorescent light.

“Yes, Jonathon?” Jeeves spoke first. “What can we do for you?” Bob seemed content to let the AI speak, glancing around the table.

“How many monsters can we expect to be assaulting the walls during the incursion, and how long will It last?” Larry asked, Jonathon nodding at the question: After all, it was a lot less of a concern if there would only be five aggressors, as opposed to five thousand.

Bob answered before Jeeves. “You're dungeon close, It's a level two Fortification, and it's the first Incursion event... Probably sixteen squads of nine per wave, each wave of increasing power: twelve waves total, with the final being a boss. That's a baseline, of course: I'd expect some of the squads have been parcelled off to provide artillery and other support forces.”

Jeeves nodded in agreement. “Indeed. The Guide tells you how things increase.” the note of resignation that they hadn't read it quite evident, “But that is a template: A dungeon uses a point-allocation system, much as the defenders can. So while that is typical, it could be allocated in different ways: but no less than four waves of no more than twelve squads of forty-four, ending with the boss encounter. You don't want it to be predictable, after all: where's the fun in that?”

That caused the Colonel's staff to start trade looks, and the colonel himself to look thoughtful. “That... Could change things.” he agreed, slowly. “If you will give me some time to confer with my staff? And let me be clear on the defences available – the wall guns, the casting chamber, the map room, and the shield will reform? Drone defenders should they breach the wall?” his tone was that of one making sure there weren't any other surprises.

“Also we have access to Teleportation for some squads, if we wish?” Sean suggested. “It might help with dealing with the artillery. We can do outbound teleports – right?”

Jeeves nodded. “Indeed. I would note, however, that my drones are only level eight at present.” he sounded a little peeved at that. “I do hope you win. I'd like to level up some more.”

Mitchelson nodded, looking thoughtful. “That may be useful, yes. If You'll excuse me?” and he moved off to gather up his men – only a little irate, it seemed, at the miscommunications. As the rest of them started discussing levelling up ideas, and the Colonel and his men made their way to the door, Jeeves cleared his throat.

“One moment, Jonathon. I feel I Should inform you that two F-16 fighters have just been shot down by the dungeon: Their pilots successfully ejected, and will be landing in the adventurer zone territory shortly: My projections suggest just over 1.13 miles from this fortification.”

That caused the soldiers to halt, colonel Mitchelson turning on his heel with a decisive look, and the conversation at the table to go still.

“Well shit.” Jonathon said, rising. “Guess we should try out those teleporters...”