Chapter 45: 45: A Paid Gig

It took us a week to get the foundations built. During that time, we messed up and wasted more of my stone bricks than I was comfortable with. Still, it was finished, and we moved on to adding the flooring, ceiling, and miscellaneous enchantments.

There was one issue that’d become more pressing after Silver Ridge started shit-talking us on the forums. We needed to get our tree registered with the game as a guild vehicle. Unfortunately it wasn’t as good as getting it recognised as a guild house, that would have made it completely unassailable. A guild vehicle was a little less protected, but it could, obviously, move around.

Normally the mechanic was used for ships and such, where players were expected to be able to board or destroy the ships of guilds they were at war with. The mechanics were a little finicky, because Rellithesh treated PvP as a side thing, rather than an integral part of the game like other MMOs did.

Basically, you needed to either board the enemy ship and capture the core, or you needed to use your own vehicle to destroy it in battle. This prevented people from just walking within range and nuking it with spells. It did mean we’d need to load our tree up with armour and defences, however.

Right now, though, Ethan and I were heading to a job that would net us the money needed to buy a guild charter. Some poor up-and-coming guild didn’t have a healer or melee single-target damage dealer needed for a specific dungeon that dropped good healer gear. It was a frustrating catch-22 for healers in this area. The gear was very good for mid-to-upper-level healers, but the dungeon itself was frustratingly difficult without a geared healer and a melee DPS to interrupt the boss’s wipe mechanic. So yeah, we got hired to fill those roles.

“What are these people like?” I asked Ethan while we walked through the city. Mainly I was trying to fill what I felt was an awkward silence hanging between us. We hadn’t really spoken one-on-one since before I left Silver Ridge.

Ethan considered my question for a moment, then shrugged, “I’m not really sure. They seemed nice enough when I answered their chat messages. I only spoke to the GM though.”

I glanced up at him. It was like taking a little journey. Goddess, but he was tall. “What was he like, at least?”

“Like a small-time guild leader,” Ethan chuckled wryly. “He had a lot of confidence but enough social acuity to not come off as annoying. He knows he’s small fry right now but has big dreams for his guild in the future. That kind of thing. Also kinda boring, you know?”

We shared a little laugh. It was a bit of a stereotype, I had to admit. The stereotype wasn't necessarily negative, though, but more that it was just amusing how small guild leaders were generally similar like that.

When we arrived at the dungeon hub, it was packed, as per usual. People were everywhere, forming groups and shouting that they needed a tank. Funnily enough, although healers were still hard to come by compared to damage dealers, they were actually pretty popular in MMOs like this one. Some people just didn’t like the close-and-personal nature of stabbing or exploding things in VR.

“They should be over at the crystal stone,” Ethan said, and placed a hand on my shoulder. “By the way, if you’re feeling unsafe with these folks, just DM me and we’ll ditch. I know you can hold your own physically, but…”

“People can be creepy about small girls like me, yeah,” I sighed. “Thanks Ethan. You’re a good dude.”

We approached the crystal stone, which was one of several landmark meeting objects within the square. Each was designed to be distinctive and easy to recognise so people could meet up ingame with as little fuss as possible. It was a good system that served the many dungeon hubs around the game-world well.

“Hey there,” Ethan called, waving to three guys standing in a loose triangle at the stone.

They all looked up, and I took the time to appraise each of them. Their tank was easy to discern. He was a half-orc wearing a set of functional steel armour that I recognised as coming from a different dungeon.

Their second member was obviously a caster, and judging by the ceremonial knife at his waist, a warlock of some kind. The horns sprouting out of his forehead indicated he was a demon of some description, so chances were his patron was as well. That class and race combination was always fun. The demonic gods were a wild bunch.

When I looked over at the last, I had to stifle my amusement. Human ranger with dark eyes, dark stubble, and a dark cloak. An Aragorn cosplayer. It was Lord of the Rings, again. What confused me was that he had a sword at his hip along with the bow, so surely he could have done the interrupts for the boss in this dungeon, right?

“Hey there!” the half-orc said with a surprisingly upbeat tone. His appearance had me expecting gruff and stoic. “I’m Draz, the warlock is Roth, and the ranger is Roy. Thanks for coming.”

“No problem, happy to help,” Ethan said with a smile. “I’m Ethan, your healer for the evening, and this is Keiko. She’s a… wait, what’s your class?”

I grinned up at him when he realised he’d never actually asked me what the name of my class was. His lips quirked and scrunched up in the corner. It was a look that said, yes, I know it’s funny that I don’t know your class name. Don’t make a big deal out of it or I’ll be super grumpy. Okay, maybe that last part would be worded very differently, but you get the gist.

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“I’m a Faerym Seeker,” I said, my grin becoming brattier by the moment. It was the kind of name that told you literally nothing useful, and I knew it.

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, and?”

“I’m a melee damage dealer that specialises in hard hitting single target attacks,” I explained to the three other guys, finally relenting. “It’s a preview class. This is my first time in this dungeon with this character, but we ran it a ton when I played on my Lightstalker.”

“You played Lightstalker before?” the Ranger, Roy, asked with sudden interest. “I’m going for Shadowstalker. They’re from the same NPC group, right? Can you tell me where they are? I’ve been trying to research it, but it’s hard to find up-to-date information on them.”

“Oh man, don’t I know it,” I sighed, sharing a nod of respect with the dude. He might be a strider wannabe, but I totally understood the pain of hunting down the Prismascouts. Those bastards were like mountain goats in human form. When I’d finally tracked them down to ask for training, they were literally camped out on the side of a cliff. Sleeping in fucking sacks nailed to the rock wall. “My advice? Wait until the expansion and see if you can get one of the new ranger upgrades.”

He deflated. “Ah, shit. But they’re so badass…”

“Well, looks like we’re already getting along,” Ethan said. “Want to head inside so we can smash this out?”

“Good idea,” said Draz, turning for the portal that would take us to the dungeon. “Let me tell you our current strategy…”

 

The dungeon’s world location was somewhere over in the lizardman shoals, which was on the complete opposite side of the playable world from where we were. The area was a huge flat expanse of rock that went on for miles, and the sea periodically rose up to flood the place with about four inches of water.

As such, much of the rock had eroded away, leaving it looking like a massive chunk of very ancient swiss cheese. Tidepools and boulders littered the area, limiting freedom of movement and in the latter’s case, visibility too. Hence the name Tidepool Forest.

The monsters were all aquatic in some way or another, which made fighting them a smelly, slimy affair. That was the absolute least of the problems with the place, though. Almost everything had some way to vomit, inject, or otherwise inflict you with toxic damage. It sucked.

Of course, that was why Ethan was here—to cleanse the toxic debuffs and heal away the damage.

“Careful!” Draz shouted unnecessarily. “The first pull is an ambush by Salabode scouts. Keep your guard up.”

Actually, it might not have been a totally useless callout. I had no idea how competent his friends were. Maybe they needed the reminder.

Sure enough, as we rounded a particularly massive boulder, I saw a flash of black scales up on one of the smaller rocks. A blow dart rose to thin lips, and there was a slight puff of noise. I lunged, summoning my wings in the process. The dart was aimed right at Ethan, but as my wings appeared, so too did one of my newest abilities.

Steelfeather Guard snapped into place, creating a shimmering shield of gunmetal grey feathers that deflected the dart. It spun wildly off into a nearby tidepool, splashing the water with the poison it’d been carrying.

“Shit!” Draz growled, and threw his arms wide. With a roar, he bathed the area in a red mist that lasted only a few brief seconds. “Come and get me, you slimy scale-faced bastards! Orisci will purge your filth from this land!”

I breathed a sigh of relief. That was a damn good taunt ability, even if the way he cast it was a little… odd. We might actually get through this. Hopefully.