Anthology of Monsters
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Emery stared at the man's shadowed figure as he grabbed a paper from his desk. Much like the papers tacked onto the board in the grand hall, it was a removal request. She stared down at it, glancing at the capture reward, eyes widening. "You made it sound so terrible. I'm in," she smiled, a conniving and untrustworthy expression.
"You skipped straight to the payout?"
"Of course, one hundred dakros is certainly worth my time," Emery replied, fearless as she folded up the flyer.
"Read the paper, Miss Benoit. I would not want more of my top members not returning," he sighed, pulling out his own copy and reading along as Emery got more and more silent.
"What is it you're exactly asking me to do?" She asked in confusion.
"There's a creature in Devonshire, Budwin. Your old home, I believe?"
"I'll be burned at the stake," Emery screeched, pushing a hand through her hair.
"No, you won't. I have secured you a position several miles into the forest of Devonshire," he replied.
"What is it I'm hunting, anyhow?" She groaned, massaging her forehead as she felt a headache start to throb at her temples.
"None of my scouts have returned with any pertinent information. For all you know it could be a mutated Reva Devil," he replied.
"Then why such a high reward?" She questioned, tilting her head to the side in a birdlike way.
"The town's been picked off to nothing. Trade stopped and Budwin is losing money,"
"And would that be so bad?"
"I want revenge as well. This... creature took my rank twenty and rank fourteen," he said passively.
"As I said before, Your Grace, I'm in,"
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Most days, you can find Mizuki Nekoyama in Hell, creeping through pitch-black passages, disabling deadly traps, and avoiding even-deadlier monsters. But that's the job of a Scout; highly-trained and extremely-capable individuals willing to brave the Depths in exchange for money, power and prestige. Most often, however, their careers are cut short between heartbeats if they let their guard down for just a single second. For the past five years, Mizuki, or 'Zen', has lived with the guilt that comes with losing her friends and lover inside one of the nation's Dungeons, and has searched far and wide for the person she believes is responsible for their tragic demise. She might be obsessive, compulsive, brutal, and slightly crazed, yet its exactly those traits which will allow her to progress in her mission; track down her quarry; and along the way found an organization capable of bringing entire nations to their knees. (Note: Cover Art ripped from a Google search. Whomever the creator is has an amazing talent, and I hope they go on to do Many Great Things.) DISCLAIMER, in BIG, BOLD LETTERS: This fictional tale deals with topics including, but not limited to: Slavery, Brutal uses of Swords and Magic, Murder, Racism, Sex, LGBT-Q, Political Intrigue, Rape, Torture, Bloody Slaughter, and much, much more. Naturally, there's also a lot of laughter, love, excitement, action, and suspense. Comments and feed-back are always appreciated, as are shares, likes, votes, and other positive reinforcements. Trolls can just slink back under their bridges.
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