《Dungeon Creator》Dungeon Explorer #12
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Slater of course dodged it, he was strong enough to craft a unique item how could a falling tree catch him?
"Hurry let's get out of the field and claim our rewards. I don't think I can go another round I said."
"Alright let's go," Said templar
Our boyband walked out of the field and back onto the trail outside the range of the dungeon.
Dungeon Completed +20 exp to all participants >Basic Herblore Ingredients
There were three backpacks full of ingredients.
"You couldn't have picked a dungeon that gave off cooler rewards then ingredients?" Slater asked in a mildly annoyed tone.
"What are you complaining about? We got enough exp to make up for our losses and then some." Templar said
"It's just I feel like we wasted our opportunity to get ahead." He said still annoyed. I noticed he really didn't like looking people in the eyes.
Templar was the opposite he liked eye contact and had an infectious boyhood charm about him.
"How about this you get to pick the next dungeon we do? Now that you have a registered name you can always invite me and templar to do a dungeon." I said with a smile.
"Fine, but what are you gonna do with all of that?" He pointed at the three backpacks.
"Let's carry them back to the trailhead where it's safe and Ill set up a base."
"Don't you have a house?" He asked
"Yes, but dungeons spawn stuff based on their location so it would be more convenient for me to have a herblore base here," I stated in a matter of fact tone.
"I'll carry one fo the packs back if you give my share of it in health potions."
"Same goes for me," said templar.
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We walked down the path and I said "But templar you already have a heal shouldn't I make you defense potions so you don't get hurt in the first place."
Templar was walking in front of me along the dirt trail so I couldn't see his face.
"I just think health potions will be more valuable." I saw him shrug his shoulders.
Makes sense they would definitely be more tradeable.
We continued on the path in silence until we got to the trailhead.
"Look for a good place," I said
"I can already see the best place to set up but everyone will be able to see you.
He pointed to a rocky overhang that was about 10 feet up a cliff. It was possible to get up if you scrambled.
It looked like it would be protected from the elements and if you obstructed the path up no predators could reach you.
"I agree up there it is"
But neither of my companions seemed to be listening they were to busy reading the signs at the ranger station trying to find out exactly where I lived.
Those pricks I thought to myself as I managed to scramble up the rocky surface.
When I got up there I noticed there was a lair of dirt.
This would suit my needs nicely.
"Come on you guys" I yelled at them.
Only then did they climb up to join me.
"Looks like your going to be a wild man for a while." Laughed slater
"Don't make fun off him if he fails we don't get any potions. I need mine to challenge stronger dungeons!"
"Hey if I get you potion recipes will you make them for me?" Slater asked.
"I probably will but I can't make you any promises."
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He seemed satisfied enough with my answer.
"We need to come up with a summary of our adventure for the other dungeoneers that makes it sound like we didn't gain that much," Slater said.
"We don't really have to lie just don't tell them that we got more exp than normal. Just say that we got basic alchemy ingredients and that's all."
~We completed the dungeon and got the basic ingredients-Slater
Everyone could see his name not that he was registered.
But he couldn't see the names of anyone that was unregistered.
~Our dungeon run was a success-Templar
~In exchange for them helping me I'm going to give them the results of my herblore crafting
We all typed out our responses.
I didn't notice it but at the bottom of my screen was
>Close Party
Apparently, that was the way to send my new found friends back to there homes.
"Well, I don't trust you guys enough to meet my mom," I said bluntly
Slaters' eyes flickered to mine but he didn't say anything and templar just nodded his head.
"You guys know roughly where I live but there's no benefit to attacking me. So we should all team up and do another raid tomorrow."
"Hey, why are you saying all of this now are you going to do something?"
Slater was weaker then paladin in terms of actual combat but he made up for it with his instincts. They were terrifyingly quick.
"Ya, I'm gonna send yall home and go home and rest. I'm super tired and I need to think things over."
With that, I pressed >Close Party
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