The Ember Vault
Dorian was pleastantly surprised with the party he had joined, they had paid the entry fee for him. It wasn't a lot but it was still nice. On top of that, they had offered him 100 gold to participate with them.When he said "they" he really meant Veylan, the man with violet eyes. He still wasn't very familiar with him, as he rarely talked. That was probably why he had sent Caroline to speak with him initially instead of himself. Caroline was the short purple-haired girl. Dorian had used [Cat's Eye] on her, and had been pleasantly surprised that her class was also rather unique.[Lv. 76 Primeval Doomsayer]She was newly evolved, so she probably wasn't very familiar with her class yet. But based on the name, he would guess it was some sort of magic class utilizng incantations. The primeval part? He wasn't sure, maybe she had access to old spells, like an ancient grimoire.Isolde was the tall woman with blue hair that was so light it looked silver. She was slender and had a rapier as her weapon of choice. She carried herself haughtily, her chin always higher than the usual posture - a clear sign of spoiled nobility. Or maybe she had bad posture.[Lv. 81 Mirage Bladewraith]Her class likely involved some sort of illusions, and most likely a lot of speed. Maybe the mirage was an effect of super-fast jab's, like after images only more vivid.The last party member was named Dain, he was the extremley large and almost mute man with a very big hammer. Dain talked even less than Veylan, when he had first met him he had simply said: "My name is Dain." and hadn't said a word after that.[Lv. 79 Molten Titan]The man suited his class very well, as Titan seemed like an apt description. When he said extremley large, he did not mean fat. Dain probably had about as much fat on him as Dorian did; and about a foot and a half more height. His biceps were larger than Dorian's head.And now, Dorian had entered the dungeon with this motley crew, Veylan took up the rear, and Dorian led the way. Which he thought was unfair, as he was the lowest level and only had an uncommon class. While technically he didn't know for certain the rarity of their classes, it definitely wasn't uncommon. Dorain felt very fragile with his [Bandit] class. Something he thought he would never feel; uncommon in Greystone was almost unheard of.But it was time to focus, because they had just entered the first floor of the dungeon, the Ember Vault.As they walked through the portal, the party found themselves ina vast field, charred remains lay on the floor, broken armour and weapons scattered around like a giant had spilled his breakfast beans upon the battlefield. That was clearly what this place was, a battlefield. Some bodies were charred beyond belief, others were simply cut down. Dorian squatted, and inspected some of the bodies that were recognizable. There skin was a sickly red, and they had small, dark horns jutting out of their forehead."Demons?" Dorian asked."Yes." Veylan answered."What are we supposed to do..." Dorian muttered."We might want to figure that out if we want to complete this floor." Isolde replied dryly.Fortunately, it seemed this floor did not take a lot of figuring out.[The Ember Vault]Welcome to [The Ember Vault], this battlefield was the last stand of the Ashen Legion - an elite army tasked with protecting the sleeping [Flamebound King]. Betrayed by their own, they slaughtered each other, their souls bound to the battlefield by a powerful curse.Now, they awaken, eager to fight only through the will of those who have cursed them. Beware, adventurers, there is no chance at negotiation.[Objectives]:
- Destroy the cursed Ashen Legion's army (0/12,432)
- Kill the [Ember Knights] (0/5)
- Kill the [Hollow Baron] (0/1)
[Rewards]:
- Revealed upon completion. Rewards depend on contribution.
A rumbling sounded out through the entire battlefield; the earth was shaking. Dorian looked around, the dozens of fallen warriors rose, ash and ember falling from their bones. Dorian had used [Cat's Eye] before, but now, the result was different.[Lv. 85 Ashen Footsoldier][Lv. 82 Fallen Archer]
And in a few places, monstrous giants stood slowly. Rising from death.[Lv. 96 Charred Behemoth]This was going to be a long day. The others looked worried; Isolde looked like she was going to piss herself, but Dorian just grinned.It had been ages since he fought something stronger than himself, and now there were so many to choose from, it was time to dunk on these footsoldiers.