《[NaNoWriMo] Masqueraider of Dofus: Incarnam》Epilogue: Enter the Portal
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"Oh Kryse! You're just in time." Master Struk'tohr Nhin replied as he saw the young Masqueraider approach him.
"I completed the dungeon." Kryse replied.
"Really? That's good."
"You seemed to be busy. I can come back later."
"Oh, do stay. There's a special quest for you. You remember Joris Jurgen right?"
"Yes, didn't he find the whereabouts of a Dofus or something?"
"Yes. That's right. Joris here has found a new Dofus called Zircon that hosts the soul of the Sky Dragon - Ciel. This Dofus was accidentally sent to another dimension after an intense struggle with the demons. The dimension was...what was it called again?"
"The dimension is called Hakna - a world different from our own." Joris answered. He turned towards Kryse and continued, "I have almost assembled a complete team, one disciple of each of the classes, to venture to this new realm with me in search of the Dofus. All...except for one class...a Masqueraider."
"You don't mean to say...that you want me to join?"
"Are you willing?"
"Alright! You can count me in."
"That's great! Come! The others have already gathered. They are waiting at the portal in the Celestial Temple. Let's go!"
Kryse followed Joris to the Celestial Temple where he met a group of young adventurers like himself. Joris introduced them as Drac the Ecaflip, Cidem the Eniripsa, Niw the Iop, Worra the Cra, Draug the Feca, Egar the Sacrier, Ladnas the Sadida, Remat the Osamodas, Samak the Enutrof, Reggad the Sram, Esuap the Xelor, Reeb the Pandawa, Feiht the Rogue, Tobor the Foggernaut, Enur the Huppermage, and Latrop the Eliotrope. Together with Kryse the Masqueraider and Joris the Keeper of the Ivory and Ebony Dofus, the team was able to be considered as complete. After the introductions had been made, Joris urged them to immediately enter the portal as they were pressed on time.
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One by one, each of the members of the newly created team entered the portal set to Hakna. The last to enter was Kryse. The young Masqueraider looked back at Incarnam one last time, reminiscing the times he had spent on the celestial archipelago and the valuable lessons and experiences he had gained. It was finally time for departure...to leave this starting point. With one last look, Kryse turned around and entered the portal.
Onwards to a new world...and a new story.
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