Davy Jones has been around a while. Not as long as the gods, or even so of the elves, but hes carved his na into a few legends. Hes certainly been around long enough to have mastered many of the skills that arent true Skills: aura control, skill tricks, the hidden abilities of mana manipulation and a few others.
So, as he floats above his students and underlings, he knows that whatever bastard dared to suss out his status is dangerous; yet not the one he must watch for. That thing was disappointingly weak for its level. The system gives monsters and autonomous constructs levels based on their maximum threat ability at the ti of their creation, and not whether such ability can be effectively used. Take for example the golem: Extrely resilient, with high mana regeneration and mana pool. In theory, it could out-magic him in a head to head, mana to mana trade in spells.
But, spell variability and understanding is where so many of these sentient creations lack. It was simple to restrict the golems movents, block its mana regeneration, and then disrupt any and all spells it attempted to form, all until it ran out of mana and he was then able to forcefully shut it down. Simple, elegant, and effective.
He stares past his quiet mbers, past his instructors, even past the man with the bird on his hat waving his middle fingers in the air. His gaze stops on an unknown woman's bracelet that sets off all of the warning bells in his head. He can feel sothing inhuman waiting in a dinsion just left of reality anchored to her wristband, an ominous being far superior to the sleeping golem he just defeated.
That thing may well drown this island with everyone trapped within.
Oi! Over here! the man hed dismissed steps in front of the girl and obstructs his vision with his body. He continues waving both of his hands in the air, middle fingers still extended.
Quasi, be nice, the woman pushes the mans hands down. You don't have to go out of your way to piss off everyone you co by.
But he called a whore! he counters.
The woman rolls her eyes. And how is he wrong?
The man opens his mouth, pauses for a second, and then sulks in defeat.
Cautious, Davy Jones activates [True Sight], revealing the woman's class of [Abbess], her connection to the goddess Eir, her skills, abilities, and her stats. As for the man, [True Sight] does not take hold at all, as though the man doesn't even exist. Such a thing should be impossible, unless
[Sense Divinity]
His senses expand, tracing the warp and weft of fate and the crisscrossing of powers. He senses a potent connection between the woman and Eir, held together by a vow of celibacy. But the man is different. Where he stands, the man does not exist, but the fates of seven intermingle in his place. He senses Coyote, Anansi, Hers, Kumiho, Laverna, Hades and one unknown, all mixing their fates with this singular individual.
Davy feels a skull-ache coming on. First, a mobile dungeon core crashes half his island, then an [Abbess] of Eir (how long has it been since Eirs had one of those?) shows up toting a monster, and a man with an unreasonable number of blessings, probably a [Hero] for all he acts the [Fool], arrives with the [Abbess] seemingly just to flip him the bird. He mulls the possibility that everything wrong with today is their fault. Davy would bet his left femur on the [Fool]. He just has that look of soone whod destroy half an island for shits and giggles.
You! Davy calls to the man, his skull glowing with magic, Did you bring the golem here? To my island?
No. Yes. the duo answers in unison.
Damnit Jess! the man shouts, I didnt cause the stupid golem teor thing!
But you predicted it, she counters with a smug grin.
That's not the sa! Also, it was a completely random guess that I was sohow correct about.
Davy floats and watches the two argue with each other, completely ignoring him. Him, an [Archlich], one of the oldest and most powerful beings in all of Orbis, is just being ignored as though he doesn't even matter. Normally, mortals would be completely focused on him, trembling in their boots, but these two couldnt care less. It's very confusing.
He looks over at the [Guild Instructors] watching the show.
Who are they? he asks them.
They were brought here by [Deathsea Captain] Jenah, [Instructor] Shanice points to one of his [Captains] whose face is red with sha as she stares away from everyone, avoiding eye contact.
Doesn't matter why hes here. Hed be a great replacent for Bradely, Beggad Jones exclaims. Davy takes a second to digest the [Admiral]s words.
Explain, he orders.
Osber Jones rubs his beard and smiles. He points at the man's arm, and the item held in its crook.
Take a look at that cane.
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Drink you fuckers, DRINK! Davy Jones raises his mug and roars to the entirety of the guild while a bony arm wraps around Quasis shoulder.
Every mber of the Necromancers Guild and all of Quasis [Maids] roar to the sky in reply and down their own mugs. At the sa ti, undead [Cooks] rush out of the underground kitchens with dishes of food and place them on the bone tables that Davy had created when he found out that the eatery was a part of the guild that was in need of repair. Regardless, that hadnt put even a small dent in the [Archlich]s good mood.
Quasi watches, confused as the undead [Archlich] quaffs a glowing, foggy red drink down his half-spectral throat which just seems to disappear into nothingness.
I didn't know undead could drink.
Davy burps, which just adds to Quasis confusion. There are skills for everything, kid. Every, fucking, thing. He burps again and holds out his mug, which one of the undead runs over and refills. But skills for killing [Demigods], that's sothing I've never seen before.
And Im telling you, I didn't kill Mimir. I found his corpse and used it to make a cane.
Ha. Just like you didnt send that stupid golem to my island.
Goddammit you old fart, its the truth! And I didnt yeet a golem at your island.
Bah, no need to lie. Youve killed that fucker Mimir, and for that, your transgressions are fully forgiven. He takes a sip of his refilled drink. By the way, howd you throw that golem so fast? I couldn't even react before it crashed into my island. Only person whod ever been able to throw sothing at my island that I couldnt react to fast enough was Hercules, though that fucker threw a mountain instead of a tiny golem. He sips again, bony arm still wrapped around Quasi, preventing the [Hero] from trying to weasel away.
Quasi looks at the other mbers of his group, finding them enjoying themselves and partaking in the party, even Barglesmash, who is currently ripping apart a steak with beak and talon. Yes, a celebratory party to celebrate the death of Mimir. Apparently, the deceased god had really rubbed the immortal community in a bad way over the millenia.
Ah, your nonexistent ears must have gotten moldy. Let try again. Quasi leans over to put his mouth up to Davys specral ear. I DIDNT DO SHIT WITH THE GOLEM! He shouts.
The glinting lights within the [Archlich]s skull roll as though they were eyes.
Must be a skill for that, Quasi concludes.
Fine, well act like the golem wasnt your fault, even though it was. Instead, let's talk about you joining the family. That's the reason why you ca, right?
Family? Quasi asks.
Well, my Necromancers Guild. Lots of [Dark Mages] have a rough ti before they make it here, so I give them a warm welco Davy explains. I even offer the mbers my last na, even let so of them call grandpa like little Jenah used to do. I adopted that youngun when she was just a twelve year old [Pickpocket]. She tried to lift my pocket watch and when I caught her, she tried to sell it back to . A born [Pirate], that girl.
Well, maybe Ill join the guild, but Im already a Voice of the Thieves Guild. I pause. Or was it a Voice of Laverna? He considers and shrugs. I don't rember. I just know I wasnt a mber one mont and then a leader of the guild the next.
Sounds complicated. Davy says, while taking a sip.
Complicated? Pffft, that's nothing. Im also an [Emperor] with a gods-given quest to impregnate over ten thousand won, and destroy the world.
Davy waves his skeletal arm, Bah, so long as it's only for an offspring and nothing else. Never, ever sign a contract for anything more than a child actually, never sign a contract with any won, especially an [Empress].
Uhhhhh
Davy Jones stares at Quasis guilty look, and sohow sighs.
You fucked Cleopatra, didnt you?
Quasi nods.
She used her skill.
He nods again.
And now you are contracted to die.
He nods once more.
Davy Jones shakes his head. Well, if it makes you feel better, Ive also fallen for that woman's charms. Damn [Empress] tricked into turning her into an [Archlich]. Bound her soul to her goddam crystal city and everything.
Quasi perks up. Oh, so you were the one who made her immortal And Im guessing you bound your own soul to your ship?
I did, and a painful experience that was. I dont recomnd it. You have to shift your soul to match the vessel you put it in, which is another way to say, you have to mutilate your soul on a fundantal level until it fits what you want.
His gaze loses focus for a mont. And you cant be sure youre the sa person that started, he whispers.
Quasi nods to the man who may very well be the oldest immortal in all of Orbis, older even than Quasi in combined years, but not in the wisdom of true death. Ones soul grows fastest when the end arrives. Its why Quasis soul is so potent even though hes only lived a bit over nine thousand years in total. You die, sotis brutally, 28 tis, youre gonna grow a bit from facing down death that much.
Quasi tilts his head. That's good to know if I ever want to beco immortal, but that decision can wait for now. At the mont, Im actually in need of more mundane assistance, specifically the military kind.
I'm listening.
Ive been tasked with rescuing the [Pirate Queen]s kid from [Grand Admiral] Aegir. I dont suppose youd be able to help?
Thats a noble task, and I normally would help, especially since you killed Mimir and all, but it's too dangerous right now since that idiot's declaration.
Declaration? Idiot? Which idiot declared what?
Davy tilts his mug and allows the fog to fall into his open skull mouth before slamming the mug on the table. That idiot Testudo just declared war on Aegir. Apparently the crazy, bean obsessed moron believes that the [Grand Admiral] is suppressing coffee or sothing, Davy shakes his head, I can never understand that man. He builds an entire mobile island, amasses riches, and then spends dozens of fortunes on turning that damn bean growing island into a fucking fortress. The mans a complete nutjob, and will now be a dead one when his rcenary fleet starts fighting the combined forces of Aegir, Teuta, and Molucca. I doubt Testudo could handle any one of them in a direct fight, but all three are a death sentence.
Shit. I thought Teuta was busy stopping trade?
She was, until the idiot formally declared war and Aegir called Teuta back from the blockade and even asked Molucca for added defense. If hed had kept his mouth shut, he could have had a chance of defeating Aegir, but now he is heading to his death.
Quasi quickly stands up, pushing Davy Jones hand away. Ahhh, fuck. Couldnt fucking wait, could he? Goddamit, he looks at Davy Jones, how long until the battle starts?
Davy Jones shrugs, Could be hours, could be days.
Fucking damnit, Quasi curses. Of all the idiots, why does it have to be a fellow coffee lover? I should just let them die. I should. I really, really, really really should just sit down and keep drinking, is what he wants to say.
Quasi releases a heavy breath. Davy Jones, I won't ask for you to fight, but can you get to that battle as soon as possible? I can't let such a great man die.
Davy looks up at Quasi. He doesnt understand the young mans reasons, but he does admire his resolution. He stands up and hands Quasi his beer.
Ill prepare my ship.
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