Steampunk One Shots

Korvis, the first Dungeon Conquerer

"There once was an adventurer, who delved back down to the world below the clouds. He was bold and strong, leaving with nothing but a map, compass, and a dagger, he thirsted for a grand adventure. He left the Alveon on a small airship, wishing his friends and loved ones goodbye. He found an old door on the surface, rusted iron bars locked on a hinge. He found the key, not far away, and opened the door. Creatures of terror and treasure waited bellow, the young man's bones tremored as his skin began to tingle. Dagger in hand, he ran and he ran. Slashing down foes blow after blow. Sentient goop and bones that moved, this is what he wanted all along! Monsters and treasure, puzzles and keys, everything he ever wanted, how could it be? 

He reached the end, geared to the teeth, a great monster came to give A horrible grief. Sword drawn and gun loaded, he took aim and fired his shot. Though the beast didn't fall, damaged it was, a large hole in the monster, but compared to the rest, the damage was not a lot. He unloaded his mags and dulled his blades. With a final blow to the head, the monster fell to the ground dead. Our hero's reward: more money and loot he before could never hope to afford. He returned to the Alveon with his treasure so grand, a hero he became and assumed command. A new business in his honor was made, along with guild halls where masters stayed."

"Didn't you know Korvis, papa?" A tiny voice peeped up.

"Well son, I'd think so. We do have the same name." The old man told his son, before leaving on his last adventure, never to be seen again. The story was of him but not from, his fans everywhere on the airship had made it.