Luther's Adventure Log

Burning Rift Crystals

"It's so dark down here." Gillian said, stating the obvious.

"It would be a little bit brighter if I was wearing a unicorn horn." I said significantly, looking at Monica.

"Just light your lanterns." Monica said, pulling her own out. "Oh, and watch out for the spiders."

I fired a Ricochet Hunter into the middle of the clustered eight-legged jerks. "I watched out for them."

"Do you ever wonder how they manage to bottle up their own venom for us before they die?" Zarianna asked, picking up a bottle of said venom. "Do they spend their last breath bottling it up or something? How does this work?"

"Because of reasons. Alright, everybody ready? I'm kicking the door!"

"Lead on, Mr. Stripper."

In the Rotwood Despository, we were attacked by really pissed-off dead children. They had to be angry, because they were red. "A well-formed party can often fell foes even stronger than they." Gillian said matter-of-factly.

"...Okay?" I said, shrugging at Monica, who shook her head. In the next room, we were temporarily inconvenienced by some invisible Saurians that we killed by flailing wildly at the air until we hit something. It got easier once we bloodied them. Heading down a path branching off from that room, I walked right into a Saurian spear whacking me right in the nose. As I rolled through the ankle-deep water on the floor, my lantern was doused. Because my lantern is, for some reason, the only one that really works, this meant we were blinded.

"Take care you aren't soaked in water!" Monica called, far too late.

"Thanks, Monica!" I snapped sarcastically.

"Anytime." She replied smugly.

In desperation, I spammed Ricochet Bolts into the dark, hoping something would get hit by the bounce, if not by the initial shot. By the sound of it, I hit a lot of things.

"That's everything dead... Here, I've found a lantern." From the direction of Monica's voice came a pale greenish-blue light. "Oh, how lovely!"

"Yeah, lovely." I said indifferently, tipping my lantern to drain it of water before I lit it again. "It was useful to us for all of two seconds."

"Aw. Can't we take it with us?" Gillian said, transfixed by the unusual light.

"I doubt it. Why is it even that color?" I asked, wringing the water out of my hair. "The only time I ever saw a flame that color was when--" I paused. "Monica... you didn't... actually burn Rift Crystals... on purpose, right?"

"Oh, look! Now that we can see, we can proceed on our way! Come along, Master!"

"You are literally burning our money!!!" I followed her down the path she was practically jogging down, and we found ourselves in a room full of dead bodies. Fresh dead bodies, from the look of it. A Minotaur and several skeleton sorcerers, judging by the loot we picked up out of the remains.

"What killed them?" Gillian asked, scowling. "We haven't been here yet."

"My Ricochet Bolts were, though." I said, pointing at the scorch marks on the wall. "They bounce pretty far."

"That's just... Dad, don't you ever get bored as a Magic Archer? You barely have to do any work! There's no challenge!"

"Barely doing any work is kind of my aesthetic, Gill."

In the next room, the so-called 'Forgotten Hall', we had a brush with death. No, Death. The big guy in the robes with the scythe. Yeah, he was just floating there.