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DUNGEON CRAWL!!! Super Fun Fantasy Dungeon Crawling I Guess

"Right" the demon nodded, as he gently plucked the cigarette from the girl's fingers, putting it into his own mouth.

The demon breather another line of smoke, before noticing another individual pass through the door. This time, another female. "Excuse me miss" the demon called the small, hooded girl over. He squinted his eyes abit, but continued on, a little confused. "You must be another one of the adventurers SODE sent me" the demon said, laughing nervously "it's a little uncommon to have two female adventurers, let alone two that are so... small in a single party."

"Still, I'll make sure that you two are in a room together, away from what I hope are a group of rough hardy killers. Meanwhile, I do have a bit of paperwork for you two." the demon said. He held up both hands, and in a puff of flame, a scroll materialized in each hand. The scrolls unrolled, revealing a long wall of fine text. At the bottom, a big X and a line presumably where the two girls would sign.

The demon put the papers down, and reached into his pocket for a pen. "Just sign on the line next to the X. These are your contracts, which make sure you're working for me and that I get a good 30% of your profits along with some other benefits- in your favor of course. The Society loves their paperwork, I assure you, so you'll see much more in the future." the demon said, sticking out his pen for one of the two girls.

DUNGEON CRAWL!!! Super Fun Fantasy Dungeon Crawling I Guess

@ShisaShe looks pretty fun. I was waiting for someone to create a nonhuman. Accepted.

DUNGEON CRAWL!!! Super Fun Fantasy Dungeon Crawling I Guess

@Necrophage Oh, the barrier was the technique. I thought they were two different things. Pardon my misunderstanding. Accepted.

DUNGEON CRAWL!!! Super Fun Fantasy Dungeon Crawling I Guess

@Necrophage So what does that do exactly?

DUNGEON CRAWL!!! Super Fun Fantasy Dungeon Crawling I Guess

As a girl entered into the tavern, the demon watched her, tracing her appearance, drawn primarily by the fact that she was alone. The demon drew a breath from his cigarette, and exhaled a long puff of gray smoke. The demon adjusted his glasses, and prepared to initiate conversation, before it became clear that he did not have to.

When the girl asked him, the demon only nodded. "I trust you are Ms. Loftheart. I expected someone of higher... stature. You weren't quite what I had hoped for when the mages told me they were sending me one of their "star pupils"." the demon said. He took another hit, finishing the cigarette, then snuffing it out on the table, putting the butt in his pocket.

The demon stuck his hand into his coat, grabbing a box of cigarettes, before taking the coat off. "We're still waiting for the rest of your group. Once the whole party's here, I can give you all a brief instead of telling each and every one of you one at a time. Until then, do you want one?" the demon stuck a cigarette out of the carton, offering it to the small wizard.

DUNGEON CRAWL!!! Super Fun Fantasy Dungeon Crawling I Guess

@Necrophage So what exactly does this special technique do? Is it martial arts?

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What the shit is a MOBA?

@Rilla

Shitty "strategy" type game played by millennials.

DUNGEON CRAWL!!! Super Fun Fantasy Dungeon Crawling I Guess

Near the frigid north pole, was an infamous tavern known as the Warlock Laughing Stock. It had been in the same general area for more or less seven years, blown back and forth by the cold winds partly due to its small size. A large metal dock surrounds the tavern, allowing sky pirates to park their ships to stop for the night. Behind the tavern is a small wooded area with a road which leads from the other side of the sky-island to the back side of the tavern. The sky-island is small, no more than three square miles across, and five miles down at the lowest point. A large light house build next to the tavern, both houses the servants and guides patrons to the island.

The tavern itself is made with a metal exterior with hard glass windows. The inside, however, is made of wood for a more familiar atmosphere, a fireplace set up inside providing enough warmth for the lobby area, where guests would be capable of lounging about as they waited for their drinks. Servants of all different shapes and sizes work at the Warlock; primarily those who sought adventure, but failed; not that the sky pirates really cared. The tavern provides lodging for small parties. Four rooms are in the back, connected by a single hallway with a staircase leading up to the top floor, where there are six more rooms, connected with a T-shaped hallway. Each room holds about six people. Several other guest houses were built, each with a single doorway leading to a hallway, with six rooms each.

The weather is undoubtedly cold. Strong winds blow in different directions at different hours. Those not careful, find themselves falling off the island to their death. It often snows around the tavern island, covering the surface in a sheet of ice. Needless to say, the fireplace is much welcomed.

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On a fateful day, several rather small, identical vessels approached the tavern island. They were enough to hold a single passenger. The hull was made of metal reinforced wood and the cabins were small with circular windows, allowing the passengers to look out. At the side of the vessels in small letters, was the name "SOCIETY OF DUNGEONEERING AND EXTERMINATION".

There were several other ships anchored as well, scattered about around the island.

There was heavy snow fall around the island and those who left their ships, ran for cover into the tavern pushed back slightly by the harsh wind. The tavern itself, filled with a myriad of different colorful characters with all different varieties of beard, eye-patch, and peg-leg including a slime-pirate with a slime eye-patch, slime beard, and a wooden peg where its feet would be. The bartender was an old man, working perhaps too long. He had gone bald by the looks of things, nothing but a gray goatee remaining. His skin was pale, and his eyes were bright green. Wrinkles lined his forehead.

Around the tavern were strewn circular wooden tables, each with a wax candle at the center, or wherever the patrons happened to want them. Chairs were scattered about, pushed aside and swapped around by the tavern's guests. At the center was a table with no chairs, a single figure sitting there alone.

This particular man looked somewhat demonic in appearance, but definitely much more sophisticated than the other tavern-goers. His skin was red and smooth, fleshy with texture comparable to an average human man. His black hair was slicked back with silver streaks running down. The hair on his side was trimmed down. A single black horn stuck out oof his forehead, and appeared similar to a bent fork. It had one end go back, outlining the right side of his head. The other part of the horn curved to the left slightly and bent upwards. Both ends ended with a sharp point. The demon had lacked facial hair. Two pointy ears sprung out from both sides of his head. Black rimmed glasses were on his face, and gold ball earrings hung off his right ears. He wore a blue vest over a white button-up shirt, a pair of black trousers, black dress-shoes, and a brown overcoat.

He sat there alone and quiet, eyeing the door intently with a cigarette in his mouth. Meanwhile, the tavern bustled on as usual.

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Urist sat alone in the hallway beside his locker. His food was in his lap and he ate lifting the plate up to his mouth. For a small meal, it took Urist no more than three minutes to finish. He left very little. Urist's father had taught him to eat quickly and with no distraction. Food is fuel. He walked to a trash can, dumped his tray, squatted down, sprawled out, and did twenty five push-ups.

This was Urists lunch. This would be his lunch until the end of his days.