Chapter 68
Twenty five players cautiously entered the cave leading into the the mountain depths.
The Devastators party were ragged and tired, and showed signs of recent hard-fought battle. They had lost a number of players to respawn crossing the corrosive lake waters. Players that were not able to rejoin the party.
A colorfully decked out player moved up next to the tall Devastator that was leading the group.
"Hey boss, what's the plan?"
The heavy-plate armored tank, Blaster, answered the outlandish player patiently, "We're going to move forward cautiously, Mongo. We can't afford to lose any more players. We're down to only one healer...not to mention one Beast-tamer." Blaster turned to look pointedly at the other player.
Beast-tamers, the main pet-summoning class of the game, were known for their eccentric habits and proclivities. Those eccentricities, both real and imagined, were often the subject of jokes by other players.
But even for a Beast-tamer Mongo was odd. Instead of regular armor, Mongo wore animal pelts with clashing colors and patterns. Claws, fangs, and the odd skull or two adorned his eye-watering ensemble.
Blaster continued, "And since we are talking about it, I need you to send one of your pets to scout ahead for us.".
Mongol answered, "Aww, boss, I don't wanna lose my last pet. Not before the others e off cooldown and I can re-summon them."
"I get that, but at least your pets can respawn. We can't, not here in the Underworld. Do it," Blaster ordered again.
Grumbling, the Beast-tamer summoned a vaporous ghost-wolf.
The ghostly canid touched his spectral muzzle to Mongo's hand in ritual greeting, and then loped down the tunnel in response to the Beast-master's orders.
The ghost-wolf returned shortly.
"Garm says there's nothing dangerous ahead," Mongo reported his pet's findings.
"Alright. Everyone stay in formation. Move in!" said Blaster.
The players quickly realized that the cave was lit by gems. The precious stones adorning the walls of the cave sparkled in their eyes, matching the greed in their hearts.
One of the players rushed over to a wall, a pickaxe appeared from his inventory and he swung the tool into the stone around one of the glowing diamonds. The pickaxe rebounded with a shower of sparks and a disappointing clang.
"Damn, I'm a high level Miner. I should be able to mine these. What's the deal?" said the Miner dejectedly.
"There's bound to be other stuff. Let's just move faster. This is virgin territory. The only reason we aren't drowning in good loot is we're moving too damn slow.
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