I feel as though my husbands a [Whore], the [Bandit Queen] mutters as she pinches the bridge of her nose.
Hes a [Bard], so youre half right, Abernick interjects and gets a nod from Darude.
A nod the Nad quickly tries to hide when Jessica turns her furious glare at him.
Next to her, Naunet stands bewildered, her mouth gaping. Her brain is barely able to follow along with what shed just heard.
So, Jessica seethes, while we were worried about about him for the past two days, he was busy fucking an [Empress]? she asks, calmly. Calmly. Perfectly calm. After all, if she was not calm, she would be setting fire to this room with everyone in it.
Darude swallows and nods. Yes, [Emperor] Quasi Eludo is currently courting [Empress] Cleopatra. He steps away slowly as Jessica steps forward. She frowns and squints.
Did you say [Emperor]? she asks, dreading the answer.
Yes, Darude answers. Apparently, during the eting, Quasis class elevated from [King] to [Emperor]. His kingdom must have ascended to an empire.
Jessica closes her eyes. She inhales exhales.
Perfectly calm.
She consoles herself with the knowledge that Quasi did not get the [Emperor] class from Cleopatra, not that that should be possible.
That does little to help.
Where is he now? Fiona asks while Jessica breathes.
Darude releases a breath hed not realized he was holding. His eyebrows furrow in puzzlent. He is the Bloody Sandstorm, the strongest Nad in the empire, and hes cowering in the face of a re foreign woman. Even if his [Empress] told him to respect Quasis companions, that doesn't an he needs to pander.
He straightens his back, crosses his arms, and answers.
Quasi Eludo is currently traveling to the Sanctum of Hers in the port district.
Jessica steps forward again and Darude refuses to step back. Take to him.
No. He has requested to be left alone. Communing with a god is not a simUghhh.
Jessica is no longer calm.
Darude chokes as a shin rams between his legs. He falls to his knees as his legs give way to the pain.
Jessica grabs a handful of his hair and yanks his head up to eye level. Her glowing eyes et his own.
I. Wasnt. Asking.
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Luxor's port district is, quite surprisingly, massive. It probably comprises most of Luxor, a good 70, 80 percent? Yeah, that sounds about right. It makes sense for the city though, considering its the only port in the entire empire.
And damn does that 80 percent go a long way. Over three hundred ships are moored and a dozen more co and go at all tis. Even better is the vast and varying designs of the ships, from single masted cogs to multi-masted frigates and galleons. The variety in construction is a sight to behold. Theres one ship plated with tal, another made with leather and bone, one covered in shimring scales, andis that ship made of raw at? Huh.
They all look so varied and impressive, enough to distract for a good hour before I recall why I left the giant crystal worm.
I start. Uh, shit, I mumble. I reach into my robe and take out the map given to by Darude and frown because I have no point of reference. Where the hell am I?
After a mont, I shrug, put the map away and look around. Sohow, Ive gotten myself deep into the port where the darker skinned residents of the empire dont outnumber the foreigners. Dwarfs, lighter skinned humans, beast-kin, massively muscular giants, and a sparse few elves make up the list.
Such diversity makes , masked and robed in the sweltering desert, easily ignored. Its kinda pleasing, but also annoying. No weird looks or staring. At most, I get a curious glance and that's it.
Hmmm, where can I get so directions, I ponder as I scrutinize the warehouses, hos, shops, and pubs within my line of sight. It would take no effort to wander into a bar, order a drink, and walk out with directions.
Too simple, I conclude after a mont of thought. The bars are, to my annoyance, owned by uncivilized philistines. I know these bastards know how to make hinges, Ive seen a few trapdoors! But not one of them is set up in the proper orientation. Youd think a port city would have so more wood lying around, but nooo Nothing but cloth covered doors do my eyes behold.
As a level 108 [Door Gentleman], it would be a grave insult to my new class to grace any establishnt without a bona fide Door. Nay, it cannot be a re standard entrance, but of an acceptable quality one.
Thankfully, to my utter surprise and glee, a pub portaled to my conditions. At the port, swaying softly on the water, is a large galleon. The galleon carries six masts, glows a cold blue on its hull, and has a three-eyed-skull mounted at its front. On its side, glowing in crystalline letters are the words, Witchs Rest.
Considering the line of people in line to enter the ship, it's clear the thing is functioning as a bar. A glowing magical bar, but nonetheless a bar.
As I wait in line, I watch a muscular [Veteran Sailor] allow so people to enter and turn others away. It takes a few groups of people before I realize what's happening; only the high level patrons are admitted.
Eventually, my turn arrives and the [Sailor] frowns as he looks at . He squints, as though that will make it easier to read , but his frown only deepens.
Then he notices my top hat and quickly perks up.
Ah, a [Gentleman]. Apologies, please head inside, He quickly moves out of the way.
Raising an eyebrow under my mask, I walk up the plank and alight on the main deck. I turn to the cabin entrance and grin. A door, a wooden, stylized, and glowing door ets my eyes. I flex my toes in anticipation.
I stroll up to the closed door and take a preparatory stance. I feel several passive skills activate, [Hardened Heel], [Eye-Catching Entrance], [The Gentlemans Arrival], [Refined Gesture], and several others. So many skills resonate, each one made to test every aspect of an entrance with but a single action. I raise my foot and prepare. Shall the door break? Or shall it be one of the few to achieve my approval?
Before I extend my leg, the door opens and a glaring woman in an enchanted blue robe growls at . Who are you? What are you preparing to do? Why is my [Danger Sense] going off? she asks quickly while I feel the ship seemingly co alive with dozens of enchantnts. Mana from the ship surges and connects to the woman, quick as can be.
I imdiately activate [Advanced Analyze] on the panicked and surprisingly dangerous woman.
Lumi
Level 261 [Blizzard Witch Captain]
One of the ten most powerful captains on the sea, Lumi runs a thoroughly enchanted galleon that also functions as a bar when it is moored at any port.
The woman feels my skill activate on her, and she frowns as though I just peeked down her cleavage. I feel she tries the sa to , but as expected, her skills pass through with ease. Then I feel another skill, a presence wafting over for a mont.
So, another [Hero] graces the deck of my ship. She shakes her head. What do you want? Why are you here? Why are you attacking my ship? she asks the questions with a burst of aura that washes over like a mist.
I raise a finger. I want directions, and maybe a drink possibly with food, I raise another finger, Im here because all other locations lack a door, I raise a third and final finger, and I wasn't attacking your ship. I was rely going to test out your door's durability with my foot.
Her eyes widen in realization. Ah, blast. Youre the idiot that destroyed the palace doors, aren't you?
Tested the doors, I correct the misinford woman, which, just between the two of us, did not live up to their reputation. I am a connoisseur of doors, and I take it as my duty to make sure that universal door quality is maintained.
Get the fuck off my ship, she growls and I feel the mana comprising the galleon shift at her call. My breath fogs in the suddenly frigid air.
I take a step back and raise a palm. I would love to. But, see, Im kinda lost and in dire need of direction.
OFF! she growls and I take another step back. The air seems to chill even more.
Look, Lumi, it's clear you havent properly prepped your door for inspection. If you can just maybe point to where I can find Hers sanctum, I can go see about his doors instead.
The air doesn't get cooler, but the woman frowns. She points a finger into the distance.
I follow her finger and notice a large building hovering over most other buildings. At the top of the building is a pole with wings and two serpents twirling around it. Right below the pole, glowing magnificently, are the words The Sanctum of Hers.
Oh hey! Thanks. I nod to her. Ill be off then! Have your door ready for when I next
The chill redoubles, and I take that as my cue to exit stage left.
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The Sanctum of Hers is actually quite resplendent. Among drab beige and gray buildings, the sanctum is made entirely of polished marble that shines brilliantly in the sunlight. Carving on the walls depict heralds and travelers, honoring scarcely rembered legends of the ssenger Gods speed and trickery. Chiseled into the wall around these scenes are intertwining snakes and wings, stylized versions of the staff he wields. All of this would be made more stunning if it were accompanied by a heavy stone door, with more beautiful images adorning it. Unfortunately, all this hellhole beyond the realms of sane ns reaches can offer is a curtain.
I hate this country, I say as I walk up the steps, aggressively push away the accursed rag, and enter inside. The air cools to a modest temperature and the crystalline lights brighten with my entrance. The inside, like the outside, is all marble, but with vastly more colors and depictions of not only snakes and feathers, but of Hers himself. Images of the god fluttering through the air, researching alchemy, reading a book, sitting down. It is impressive, but not for what I ca for.
Instead, my eyes turn to the single statue at the back, depicting the patron god himself lounging on his throne. Two winged sandals are on his feet and the winged staff, Caduceus, rests in his hand.
I walk to the statue and admire it for a mont, and then turn as my soul shudders.
Quasi, a voice emanates behind . I turn and watch as a jittery, nervous man materializes. He doesnt live up to his statue at all. Y-y-y-y-youve finished the q-quest!
Quest: Deliver the [Scepter of Was] to Cleopatra completed.
You are now a level 220 [Hero]
Hers! I exclaim, Its been years since Ive seen you. How's my favorite god doing?
Busy, he answers quickly, t-t-toomuchwar. So busy. Always busy. So much death.
Right, I pause for a mont, recalling his dislike for chitchat. Anyways, what's the next mission?
Baby, he says
Baby? I repeat.
Augusta. R-return Augustus to the mother! he says.
New Quest Obtained: Return the child, Augustus, to his Mother.
I frown.
Hers, thats cryptic as fuck. Im going to need you to elaborate a bit.
Freezing in place, the god swivels his head to the entrance like a snake ready to strike.
The curtains are shoved aside and Jessica enters with heavy stomps. Her mask is off, giving full view of her murderous expression.
First a [Princess], then my mother, and now an [Empress]! Why cant you keep it in your pants whenever we et an important woman!? she asks a question that, considering her current state of boiling anger, doesn't matter how I answer.
Her gaze turns to Hers. She eyes the god with actual distaste. She points. And who is this? she asks, then shakes her head, Actually, I don't care. Get out, she orders.
The god frowns. T-this is my sanctum. You have n-no righ
Jessica whips her hand forward and, without thought, manifests a shining whip that rips into the marble floor with the crack of a lightning bolt. OUT!
The god, a divine being of enormous power, quickly makes haste from the mortal realm in a gust of feathers that causes the [Abbess] to frown.
But only for a mont. Her eyes return back to her quarry.
Hey, Jess! I greet her. Good to see ya! Whered you get that glowy whip? I point at the lash of glowing energy. I was just having a chat with the local deity, is what I would have said if I didnt have to quickly move two feet to the right. The energy whip cracks the marble floor where I had been standing a mont ago.
EVERY FUCKING TI, she whips her hand again and forces to dodge.
Uh oh.
Maybe peace is still on the table?
I raise my hands in a placating gesture. Jess, I speak gently, it's clear youre angry, and it's probably justified, but you don't need to take it on the poor building.
At my words, Jessica screams and creates another whip in her other hand. WHY DO YOU ALWAYS FUCK EVERYTHING!?
Her hands twist quickly and both whips flash forward in rapid succession, each strike smashing through the stone as I continue to dodge.
Youre angry, I can see that, what with thewith the everything going on here. Still, violence isn't the answer, and it wont really make you feel better. I reconsider this as I bend backwards to avoid the swipe of a whip. Well, maybe it would if you hit , but that's not going to hapOh shit!
Jessica screams. Her two whips split into hundreds. She raises her arms back before flicking her hands forward.
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Do you think we should do sothing? Fiona asks Abernick, as they wait outside the temple with Naunet. Noise from the heated exchange echoes out to the front of the temple, worrying so of the passersby.
Yes, he says in response as he leafs through one of Jessicas books on anatomy. Fascinating stuff. Perhaps there are applications to his own field?
So why are you sitting there?
Abernick looks up. Because, he says with glee, I don't want to die.
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