《RE:tombdungeon》1 The tomb guard
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Chapter 1
When I opened my eyes I saw that I was in a little stone room, with two lines of benches, a few long windows -most of the Glass broken out- and me floating a few centimeters on top of an altar.
With a second glance I see a man standing on the opposite site of the room, half covered by the stones at the entrance to my little -I gonna call it chapel-, he was staring at me with inquisitiveness and curiosity in his eyes.
“Who might you be?” I called out to him. He ducks a bit, and while beeing in a defensive pose he comes a few steps closer to me.
“Can I ask what a being like yourself searches in the holy tomb of the Royal Family?” the man asks.
What? Royal Family? really? looks like I’m going to have a few problems, but nothing beats a honest answer right?
“Good day, dear sir whoever you might be. I’m a newborn Dungeon core without a name that is important for a being as high as yourself to know”. I finally said, flattery is a skill I learned while talking to one of my uncles back in Afghanistan.
The man was obviously shocked at my answer, is it bad to be a dungeon?
“Oh high beeing, I am truly sorry to trouble you, I am the Leader of the Tomb Guard, the humble beings who are guarding among other things the place you choosed to bestow your gift upon” with that the man knelt in front of me with his head lowered, while I don’t know what to do.
Was a Dungeon really so special? Well, I just have to ask…
“Dear Guard, I am truly sorry, but I do not know what you are talking about, is being a dungeon this special?”
The guard raised his head and says “yes it is definitely special, most of the dungeons I heard of aren’t able to talk, the ones that were able to are long gone...” with a sad voice he continues “while the Dungeons who are not able to talk are aggressive towards outsiders, the ones who are able to speak aren’t, says the legend.”
I see, but why am I in a Royal tomb? didn’t the stupid Goddess said that I will create her a castel?
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“Dear Guard, do you perhaps know why I am in this Royal Tomb?” I asked him because he is the only one here who might be able to answer me.
The man seems the be a bit astonished, but after a bit of thinking finally answers me “I’m sorry, but I do not know why, the only thing that I know is that the Dungeon Core searches itself a place to be.”
Okay, this might become a problem further on, firstly I have to search the vicinity for potential threats… How do I do this without legs? So next question.
“Dear guard, do you happen to know how I am able to look at the outsides of this little chamber?” with this question the guard makes a small smile, and answers “Of course, you have to say [Status] and you will see the Status of yourself.
“Okay, [Status]
Dungeon Core of the stupid Goddess
Level 1
Health 10 Mana 20
Skills
summoning Level 1
description with this you are able to summon undead, use more mana for stronger undeads
expand territory Level 1
description with this you are able to expand your territory, use more mana to expand more
make treasure Level 1
description with this you are able to make treasures, use more mana to make better treasures
building Level 1
description with this you can build/repair structures and decorate your dungeon territory, use more mana to make it sturdier
Looks like I’m the Dungeon Core of the stupid Goddess, she must be really stupid, or else whatever is behind these texts wouldn’t write my status like this.
That part taken of my curiosity taken care of, I feel the urge to make this place more beautiful.
Well I seem to be able to repair the windows, so let’s try it.
After concentrating quite a bit on the windows a message pops up and asks
Do you want to repair the windows?
Yes No
How should I choose? I don’t have fingers!!!
I try and think yes, and luckily the screen vanishes and I see the windows repairing themselves, which cost a total of 4 mana, isn’t that rather costly with my little amount of Mana?
Well I don’t care, it helps fulfill my previous urge. On top of that the guard also seems to be happily astonished that suddenly the windows got repaired.
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Well apparently I control these blue boxes entirely with my mind, good to know.
After that I want to make something that can make the guard more supportive of me, who knows how the others of his order will react if they know that there is a Dungeon Core in the Royal tomb?
How could I gain his favour? He looks rather shoddy and not well armed. That’s it, let’s arm him!
So I try to imagine a sword, as good as possible. A new window pops up!
What kind of sword do you want to create?
Iron short sword
Steel short sword
Copper short sword
I think Steel is the most sturdiest out of those options, so I concentrate on the Steel sword.
A few second later a Steel short sword drops on the ground, after looking on my mana bar I see that it has cost 3 mana, well might be worth it.
“This sword is for you dear soldier please take it and use it well.” I say while the soldier is eying the sword curiously.
“thank you, o high being this one doesn’t know why he get this, but I shall gladly accept it.” The soldier takes the sword and makes a few test swings to get used to the weight, seems to be a good sword, because he looks really happy at the moment.
“So, soldier please answer me, what do I have to expect from the Royal family for being in their royal tomb?” I have to know if these guys will just kill me, the armies which invaded Afghanistan over the last centuries were extremely brutal, maybe the Royals in this world are as them?
The soldier flinches, and then starts to speak “to be honest the Royal family is completely wiped out, and their remains sleep in this tomb, I am the only one left of the tomb Guard which is Guarding this area, the previously glorious capital where we are at the moment is only a little town from a big empire, which has defeated the sorceress that once ruled this lands.” He seems to be really down because of this things.
But is this sorceress maybe the stupid goddess which summoned me here? She said that she is also in this tomb lying in a dead body and doing nothing.
Should I try to revive her? No, she would only let me do more work, won’t do this…
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