《Hero? I'm assassin, but that's the same right?》Black Goblin 7
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After a few days of travelling I was already at the razed village, took all the loot I could, which was... not that much of a loot, more of a few items from blacksmith, good stuff that anvil is made of iron or steel, or some other metal that's not flamable, and I was quite lucky for the hammer being mostly steel, the handle was non-existant after the fire, but it's not that hard to make new one, but nevermind that.
That was almost a week ago anyway, once I left the village, I hit the road, and now... now I'm at some temple, crypt or whatever it is. Looks like some abandoned place with moss and cracks all over the place, some grass already broken through the floor with occasional bushes and a tree in the center of this place. Ideal place for bandits, cultists and a wannabe necromancer, probably even a rogue druid. But there are none, just like the looks of this place, there were no living creatures, except some occasional wildlife, but there is are stairs leading down, so I thought “Why not going down and check this place?”. Well, here I am, wait, let me deal with the skeleton first. *Sounds of bones cracking*. Ok, now that dealt with, we can go on. You see, this place is sort of dungeon.
You entered the Crypt of the Al'Pharro
That what I got for entering the basement. No description, just some blue box with name of this place. I think it could be a dungeon, at least by the looks of it. Though stairs are going down, not up like before. And monsters are stronger, not that much, but at least they're not goblins. They are not even trash mob here, just... big critters. Also this place have no treasure chests. I'm on the second floor, underground floor I mean, and I'm yet to encounter one. Also there was some sort of boss on the first floor, being just a bit bigger skeleton with 4 arms. Oh, it seems like I'm already at the doors to the boss room. It's just that there were no doors on the first floor, but to the boss room.
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Well... let's say that bosses here suck, this crypt suck, no traps, no chests, just some mobs and repetitive bosses. I'm currently on the 10th floor and this time the doors to the boss room are more ornate than before. Also there's the writings in english "Abandon all hope all who enter here", would be more fun if it was in latin, or some fantasy language, but still it's quite nice. Also I can hear some sounds of battle, or clashing of swords and explosins, which means that either I'm not the only one who decided to go down, or dungeon boss is training. Whatever the case I opened the doors and what do I see here? I see a knight fighting a lich, and by the looks of it, the knight is losing. Looks like that knight is noticed me, or just heard the sound of doors opening.
"Run, you fools!" that's... unexpected? Lich just said to run? And with that he teleported behind me.
"Uh, don't wanna be the spoilsport, but you should probably said 'Thou shall not pass!', instead of that." and in a second there was quite an explosion, which might, or might not, knocked out the knight.
"No, it was as I said. Come on, it's not that bad, but it would be much better if there was a demon here, or at least some powerful monster..."
"There are no barlogs here. And demons are not that different from humans. Just have some horns, tails, wings or all of it. Did I mention they might also have ears like that of an elf?"
"Wait, who are you?"
"Took you long enough. I'm called Sauron." 'Lich' looked at me with the... blank face. I guess his pokerface skill is already maxed.
"Yeah, and I'm Saruman. Seriously, who are you?"
"Goba the Goblin."
"If you don't want to tell me, that's fine. Say, you also came here for ancient treasure of immense power, that's able to save and/or destroy the world?"
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"What? You here for the nuke?" Damn, here I thought this was a fantasy world.
"No?" there was an awkward silence for a while. "... I'm Al'Pharro."
"Pyro." It's... awkward. He's probably from earth, or from some other similar planet/dimension.
"... eto... You're from Earth?"
"Yes. Fan of Middle-Earth?"
"Tolkien one?"
"No, dimension. You know, there are a few of those balrogs roaming around, few talking wardrobes and swearings that bring you back to life."
"wha... ah..." and again awkward silence.
"You're supposed to be great necromancer with the ability to summon an army of undead, with ability to conquer all the world, yet you're here have troubles conversing with a goblin? Seriously?"
"..."Damn, first time I ecounter another earthling and what do I get? Some teenager with socialazing problems. Are you sure that you're supposed to be the final boss here? "Goblin?"
"That's right. I'm the weakest mob of all. Filthy, stinking goblin."
"So... Mr Goblin, can you tell me what are you doing in here?"
"Talking with a skeleton, can't you see? Oh wait, you don't have mirrors here, of course you can't see us talking. By the way, what's with the knight?"
"Oh, this idiot started shouting some nonsense about artifacts, evil and heroes after encountering me." Regualr hero. So righteous, I want to vomit. "Ahem... let's get to the boss introduction?"
"Sure."
"Great, let me get in my position." as he said that, he teleported to the, what I can describe as throne, and covered himself in ice. "Welcome mortal. As you might have guessed, tis I, the Great Al'Pharro, master necromancer and magus of arcane arts. Tell me, why though seek me?"
"Eh, that's quite simple. Do you sell scrolls?"
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To summarise the event, this guy, Al, is earthling, just like me. But unlike me, who was summoned as hero, he just spawned in this world as a character he made in the game. It's quite funny, as he doesn't remember the game title, nor his own name or family, but everything else he remembers. Guess he was brainwashed before being dumped in this world.
Unfortuantely he doesn't have anything besides his library and a few artifacts he made, so it was impossible for me to get rid off the curse, at least I thought so.
"Curse? Can you wait for a day or two? I recently got one book describing all sorts of curses, hexes and blessings."
"Great! Do you want something in return?"
"Do you know of any creature I might get as a guardian? You see, I don't want to fight some morons who decide to explore the crypt." he then looked at me. "Didn't mean to offend you." strong creature, that acts as guardian?
"Does it matter if it's alive or dead?"
"Preferably dead."
"Then I know of one. There's one in the forest, few days of travelling south. It's a giant 'Rock Bear'. It's undead though, but as a necromancer you should be able to subdue it's will, or whatever undead have. Also it's stats, physical ones at least, were all hihger than 100."
"That's great! I will send my minions to get it. Also..." strange, I could hear a moan? "What do we do with this knight?" knight?
"What knight?"
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