Geth had been in the Library for hours at this point. He ran his fingers through his unkempt hair and felt the grit from the last few days.
'Ahh, suppose I should find soplace to wash up.' If there was anything he despised, it was the feeling of being unclean. This world really hadn't helped him with that.
He turned away from the Library Crystal and headed out the door, hoping that the Barracks had a source of water. Having not left the Library during this ti, he had no clue which mausoleum held the Barracks.
The first one he tried opened up into so type of fruit tree farm. After that, he opened up the Potionology room.
It was a room similar in size to the Library. A few vials and beakers were lying about on the tables.
The most eye-catching thing was a dull red cauldron in the center of the room. A glowing green formation webbed out from beneath it.
He was tempted to inspect it but decided to wait for another ti. The third door he tried opened up into the Barracks.
It made him think of one of the old crypts where he would fight the undead in video gas. An arched tunnel ran a few hundred yards to a dead end. There were arched openings on either side with doorways inside of them.
'I suppose this certainly fits the eery the that this place was going for,' He thought.
Geth wandered down the hallway, glancing into the doorways. All the doors were closed, and he didn't want to intrude if a room was already taken.
Just as he was about to start knocking, one of the doors behind him opened up. Hulk walked out, yawning and stretching as he did so.
When the large man opened his eyes, he noticed Geth wandering the hallway. The big guy flashed him a smile and pointed towards the dead end.
"Your ol' lady is down there on the right if that's what you were wondering," Hulk inford.
Geth gave the man a nod, "Thank you. Where are you heading off to? Difficult to tell in this place but, I believe it's evening."
"Well, while you had your nose in those books, most of us were sleeping." The man shrugged. "I felt like checking out the prison. The way the cells and chains locked intrigued ."
Geth noted what Hulk had said, deciding that he should take a look as well. The two waved each other off as Geth headed to the back of the crypt.
He pushed open the door gently just in case she was sleeping. As he did so, he heard laughter coming from inside.
When the door was fully opened, he saw Zolis and Alise sitting by a lit fireplace and chatting rrily. The room was furnished with a few chairs and a large bed. Of course, the framing on all of the furniture was bone.
Geth walked in and smiled at his wife, "Glad to see you two getting on alright. Is there soplace to wash up around here?"
Zolis jumped up and wrapped her arms around his waist, "Hey, babe. Yes, just walk around the side of the fireplace."
Geth then noticed the arched opening in the corner of the room. He gave Zolis a kiss and nodded towards Alise while passing by.
As he rounded the corner, he found himself in a circular stone room. There lay a large circular pool in the center. It reminded him of one of those built-in hot tubs.
He was pleasantly surprised to find the water steaming. It was like it ca from so underground hot spring.
Geth stripped down and eased himself into the in-ground tub. The warm water quickly washed away all of the dirt and gri that covered him. He looked down at his body through the steam.
'There sure are way more scars than when I ca to this place,' He thought. Staring at one scar, in particular, brought back mories.
It was a dull red mark on the right side of his stomach, about as long as a pencil. Geth recalled that night when so drugged-up fool busted through his back door.
His daughter hadn't been far from the man, so he'd tackled him, running straight into the guy's knife. It tore open his stomach, but he still managed to wrest it away.
He had taken that sa knife and jamd it into the man's throat. Geth passed out from blood loss before an ambulance could arrive.
In addition to that, he now had hundreds of new scars. Thanks to his high healing rate, most of them had faded into a very dull white, becoming almost unnoticeable.
There were still a couple of bright pink ones, particularly on his left arm where he'd taken all of those sword strikes. Even after the Shaman's storm, Geth felt that the four-ard Boss was one of his closest battles.
'I really need to go through all of the loot we managed to get. Albus, let's take a look at our rewards for taking this Dungeon.'
: Congratulations User, for clearing a Team Dungeon. Please select a reward.
Note: User had the second-highest contribution. Options adjusted to match feats.
Option 1: 3 TP, 3 SP, Rare item suitable for Class
Option 2: 6 TP, 6 SP, 6 AP:
'Let's go with Option 2, Albus. I feel like my personal abilities are what put so far ahead of people like Blade and Thorn.'
: Congratulations User, for defeating a Boss-type monster. Please select a reward.
Note: User had the highest contribution, and creature Level was much higher than User. Options adjusted to match feats.
Option 1: 5 TP, 5 SP, 5 AP 2 Rare items suitable for Class
Option 2: 10 TP, 10 SP, 10 AP:
Geth let out a low whistle. This was a really nice reward, making it hard for him to choose. He sat and thought about his current gear for a mont.
'What else do I need? I have pants, boots, a chest piece, a shoulder piece, so accessories, and a good weapon,' He wondered. 'I suppose a belt? Maybe a cape or sothing? More jewelry?'
His next thought was that a piece of equipnt he already had would appear, which could be wasteful. If it wasn't an Epic option, he wouldn't choose it.
'Albus, let's just choose Option 2 again.'
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