"Say that again, Dolion..."
In a dark hallway, a mysterious Figure was sitting on a throne while looking at Dolion with an emotionless expression. Dolion looked at the mysterious Figure.
"There are hunters in Resurgent and there is also a guy wearing a mask that has a similar design to the worshipper of the dea-", the tall man said but was cut off by a spikey tendril coming from the Figure.
"Say no more Dolion, You are free to leave." Said the Figure while retracting the tendril from his hand.
"T-Thank you, sir," said Dolion then left to the door. "(Scumbag)" he could only utter in his mind as he reach the door.
After Dolion left leaving only the Figure alone, the dark cloak man stood up from the throne and stared at one of the masks plastered behind the throne.
"Well, I can't wait to see you again, Traitor....heheHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!"
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After the event last night Flint woke up in a strange bed, as he tried to look around while still sleepy he noticed a faint silver heir sleeping beside him in a chair. Surprised Flint held his head in pain as he noticed bandages wrapped around his head. He looked around his surroundings once again and saw it was full of expensive objects and furniture items. While trying to remember the event that happened last night.
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"Welcome to Resurgent.....Well then I'm off-" Said Flint but suddenly fell. Before closing his eyes he saw Claire panicking. "(Well....shit)" said in his thoughts before fully fainting.
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Remembering what happened, Flint hurriedly got off the bed luckily for him he was still wearing his mask, but was still looking for his equipment. Claire woke up to see Flint looking around and was about to reach him but the door suddenly opened revealing the long-haired man wearing a scarf whom Flint briefly met at the tavern last night.
"Well...good morning." said the scarfed man. "If you're looking for your equipment they're outside. Please follow us."
Looking at the two hunters Flint nodded and followed them in the direction of the dining room.
"What is this place?" said Flint, looking at the hallway.
"This is a house owned by the royal family we are occupying this place for the time being, and by the way, I forgot to introduce myself my name is Lance Rezart, and the girl you met last night was Claire, sorry if you don't understand her at first, she is our resident mute girl after all." replied the scarfed man named Lance.
"(Royal Family?....I'm in the 'Noble's Quarter'....I'm going to get rich if I managed to steal an item here....even a spoon is worth 50 silver here.)" Thought Flint while looking around with a grin much to Claire's shock.
The trio managed to reach the dining room and were greeted by two more members of the hunters. Flint quickly started looking at the two newcomers, One was a tall tanned muscular man with red-orange short hair and pointed ears, wearing a black tank top and brown pants showing a surprised expression.
"Hey weren't you that masked guy back at the tavern, you loo- Ack." screamed the tall man but was punched by the girl beside him.
The girl beside the tall man had long green hair tied in a ponytail with pointed ears and was wearing glasses and lime-colored sleeping pajamas.
"You are too loud, Orin." said the glass-wearing girl in a somewhat groggy tone to the tall man named Orin.
"Sorry, Akantha," said Orin to the girl named Akantha.
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Lost Dungeon
PrzygodoweSUMMARY: A young mercenary trying to live peacefully in Resurgent but living in a world full of monsters and dungeons, he would unravel secrets about the dungeon-less city he is currently living in while trying to escape from his past. Will he face...
