Chapter 1: The End of an Apprenticeship
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The Guild of Gamers: The Craftsman
Chapter 01: The End of an Apprenticeship
Hammering the metal into shape, I ignore the heat from my master's forge, heat which would melt a lesser man.
This is the last thing I'll be crafting during my apprenticeship with my master, so I want to do it right and end this properly.
I've been at this for hours already, creating this entirely oversized Warhammer, or it would be oversized for even a large normal human.
I'm technically human, if you really squint at it, but calling myself a demigod would be more appropriate considering who my parents are, and in my hands this giant hammer looks normal.
Standing at almost ten feet tall, I place the finishing touches on the hammer, picking it up and giving it a swing.
It's not fancy, essentially just a block of magical metal on the end of a long stick but I've never been a fancy guy. Sometimes simple works best, and this fucker would crush damn near anything it hits.
I've already enchanted it, and as I swing the beast of a hammer, it glows a deep red. It's a simple enchantment, causing explosions on impact.
Because what guy doesn't like explosions?
"You know, you might like swinging giant slabs of metal a little too much," an amused voice says, making me spin around with my new hammer grasped.
Meeting the deep red eyes of the fucker who snuck up on me, I pause and then sigh as I spot him.
He looks like he's barely out of his teens, with messy black hair as he slouches against the wall of the forge. He barely reaches my upper chest, having to look up at me as I roll my eyes.
"Yeah, cause you're the perfect example of restraint, right dad?" I ask, putting the hammer down as he snorts.
"Fair enough, guess you had to get your bad habits from someone," my father chuckles, standing up.
He's in good shape himself, obvious muscles under his loose clothes, but he seems tiny next to me. I look like I could crush his head with one hand, but looks can be deceiving.
My dad, Kuro Tepes, could annihilate me without any effort, but then he's one of the two strongest beings in existence.
Uncle Shiro would argue that, but he and dad have been squabbling over who is stronger for aeons, and I'm not getting involved in that mess, especially since I like them both.
I actually spent some time apprenticing under Uncle Shiro, he's a damn good smith himself even if he prefers more advanced methods rather than the old forge and hammer.
I'd spend more time with him if it wasn't for… her.
"Something I can do for you, old man, or are you just here to distract me?" I ask, making him grin.
"Hey, I even waited until you were done, and you know I hate waiting, but I'm just here to see you before you set off on your little adventure," Dad says easily, making me grin.
"Like you aren't gonna be spying on me the entire time," I say, making him shrug with a smile, noticeably not denying my accusation.
"But this is the last time we will talk for what's probably gonna be a good few years, you ready?" Kuro asks, making me nod.
"As ready as I can be, since I don't know where you two are sending me," I say, making him grin.
"Don't worry so much, you'll enjoy it," Kuro promises.
"So, it's a world with a lot of hot girls then?" I ask, knowing my father well enough.
"Of course, you think I'd send you to a world where you couldn't get laid?" Kuro scoffs, still amused as the door opens.
Another person walks in, spotting us talking with a small smile. She can be best described as an Amazonian, tall for a woman with firm muscles from endless years of working the forge.
The redheaded woman has her own hammer attached to her back, giving me a smile as she sees the hammer behind me.
She walks past us both, ignoring Kuro with practised ease as she goes to examine the hammer.
Cassandra, my master and perhaps more importantly, mother.
Why am I so tall when both my parents are around six feet tall? I asked my father that once and learned more about their sexlife than I wanted to know, because apparently my mother is a massive size queen and my dad is a shapeshifter.
A match made in heaven.
"This is good work, though one day you'll have to make a weapon that doesn't explode," she says in amusement, making me scoff.
I'm not bothered that it's just good work, compared to what she can make it's downright mediocre at best and we both know it.
The Craftswoman. She used to hold the Craftsman system, but she finally bugged Kuro enough for him to rename it, a system that lets its user become the ultimate crafter.
She's mastered every type of crafting, from alchemy to architecture, smithing to fleshcrafting. She can make quite literally anything.
"If an explosion isn't enough to solve a problem, I just need to make a bigger explosion," I counter, making her sigh fondly.
"Really, Flynn?" Mother asks, even as Dad snorts. I know he agrees, he likes solving his problems as quickly as possible so he doesn't have to try, and just blowing up the problem is a solution I learnt from him. "Well, the whole point of this adventure is for you to get out of our shadow and grow into your own man, maybe you'll grow out of your love for blowing things up."
I most certainly will not.
"Or not, but either way it's time for you to set off. You're officially no longer an apprentice. I'll miss having you around the forge, but I suppose you've got to leave the nest sometime," Mother says, reaching up and ruffling my fiery red hair.
It looks rather silly considering the size difference, but I kneel down slightly to make it easier for her, ignoring dads chuckles.
Yeah, yeah, I'm a momma's boy.
"It's not like I'll be gone forever, so what happens now?" I ask, standing up straight.
"Oh that's easy, you might want to brace yourself for landing," Dad says, making me pause as I go to turn to him.
Right before I fall through the floor, hearing dad laughing as I plummet into the depths, my surroundings change as I find myself falling from the sky above a forest I don't recognise.
Oh, very funny you old bastard.
I love my dad, I do, but he's an asshole at the best of times and as I brace myself, I smash through the treeline and into the ground with a grunt.
That fall should have hurt a lot more, even with my body, but clearly dad isn't openly trying to kill me as I stand up and brush myself off, pausing as I feel something sticky on my body.
Looking down, I pause as I see the barely recognisable body of whatever broke my fall, which explains the blood and gore currently on my body.
Truly, my dad thinks he's hilarious.
I'm only wearing a pair of leather pants and my smithing apron, not exactly dressed for this, as I shake to try and get some of the gore off me.
"W-who the fuck are you?!" someone shouts gruffly, making me look up and pause again as I see several green-skinned muscular men staring at me in shock and horror. "Where did you come from?!"
"Up, obviously," I say simply as I call on my rarely used magic to ignite myself and burn away the gore. "Lemme guess, he was a friend of yours?" I ask, gesturing to the crushed corpse.
The shock wears off and is replaced with anger as one of them draws a pair of axes, letting out a roar of anger as he charges towards me.
But once more, my dad thinks he's very funny as the charge is interrupted, my massive hammer following behind and purely by accident landing directly on the charging orc.
The last two freeze as their second friend gets killed by another random falling object, but I simply grab my hammer with a smile as I turn to them.
They're standing in front of what looks like some ruins, guarding the entrance? Well, dad is many things but he sure as fuck isn't subtle.
Besides, I'm on an adventure and what adventurer wouldn't delve into mysterious ruins?
The orcs live up to their reputation as they get over their shock, both charging at me as they give out their battlecries (though I do notice one of them looking up as he runs towards me).
Gripping my hammer, I don't bother swinging it at them as they get close, instead just slamming it down on the ground as they get within reach.
Because as I told my mom, if an explosion can't fix your problem then you didn't use a big enough bomb.
The ground shakes as my hammer impacts the ground beneath me, the explosion engulfing all three of us, but what kind of enchanter wouldn't make sure he wouldn't be hurt by his own explosions?
The two idiots aren't so lucky, and the explosion sends them both flying backwards, one of them surprisingly surviving the blast as he hits a tree, grunting in pain as he falls to the floor.
Walking up to him, I slam my foot down on his chest, pinning him down and breaking a rib or two as I stare down at him.
I doubt he speaks English, but dad clearly made sure I wouldn't have language problems in my new home.
"Oi, where am I?" I ask, staring down at him as he glares up at me in hatred, struggling under my foot.
"I'm not telling you anything, you-"
Unfortunately for him, I believe him. His words get interrupted as I bring my hammer down once more, his eyes widening as he sees the metal hunk approaching his face rapidly.
I'm sure I'll find someone who is more eager to answer my questions, but for now?
I see a dungeon to be delved into.
The Craftsman System v2.0 is online
Huh, neat.
But I'll look at that later, I've got a ruin to explore and enemies to hit with an oversized hammer.
Eh?
Sorry, I'm sure you're cool but I need to hit orcs now.
— Arko'narin —
She didn't actually know how long she'd been imprisoned here, only that Trey's screaming had stopped what felt like days ago.
Why they'd kept her alive, stripped and starving but alive, she didn't know but she wasn't optimistic enough to think it was for anything good.
In a cage that was barely big enough for her, she was forced to sit on display for the satyrs, orcs and demons inhabiting Shadowhold, barely fed enough to stay alive as the orcs and satyrs sneered and ogled her naked body, the succubi whispering about all the horrors she was going to be put through.
Her only hope for rescue was that someone from the Sanctuary worked out where she and Trey had gone, but even that was highly unlikely. They weren't expecting them back at the Emerald Sanctuary anytime soon and even if they noticed her disappearance it was very unlikely they'd be able to find her.
She and Trey had accidentally stumbled into this place, expecting a small group of orcs at the most, instead they found the Shadow Council's main stronghold.
She'd even heard whispers of a Dreadlord deeper within that had plans for her, which was why she hadn't been defiled and tortured yet, which killed any hope she had of being rescued.
Even if they came here, they'd just get captured like herself since they had no way to know just how dangerous this place truly was.
Shivering in her cage, she paused as she felt the barrow den shake, the unmistakable sounds of an explosion coming from the entrance.
Her hope briefly raised before she forced herself to face reality, none of the members of the Emerald Sanctuary would make such a sound if they were fighting.
Maybe some mages would cause explosions, but most of the Sanctuary were Druids or Sentinels like her, they wouldn't be so noisy. Her people preferred to strike swiftly and silently, but whoever was making that noise clearly didn't care about being quiet.
The sounds got louder and more importantly closer as she saw some satyrs and orcs rush towards the entrance, the explosions becoming more frequent as the den shook, making her briefly worry about the structural stability as dying in a cave-in didn't sound particularly appealing either.
It'd probably be more humane than whatever the Dreadlord had planned for her, but that wasn't saying much.
The Satyr 'Prince' finally responded as his men failed to return, a deep laughter echoing through the den. That one had made his own plans for her apparent, Satyrs were hedonistic demons and his desire to defile her had been repeatedly stated. Fortunately his hands were too big to fit through the thin bars during the couple of times he'd grown impatient.
Heading towards the sound with a confident swagger, he briefly went out of sight before immediately returning as a massive explosion sent him flying back into the room, slamming into the wall with incredible force.
Before the satyr could respond, she saw a truly massive hammer slam down on the ground, causing the ground to erupt in a line, spewing lava out as the cracks rapidly reached the prone satyr, and she couldn't help but take pleasure in his panicked screams as his fur caught flame.
Rolling around to try and put himself out, he was too busy trying not to burn as the wielder of that monstrously large hammer walked into the room, a grin on his face and the weapon resting on his shoulder.
She briefly thought he was human, which made her hope grow that some adventurer had stumbled upon her, but she quickly revised that opinion as he got closer and she saw just how big the incredibly muscular man was.
Dressed in nothing but a pair of leather pants and what seemed to be a blacksmith's apron, he burst into a sprint and leapt forwards, bringing the ungodly sized hammer down on the still screaming satyr, the source of the explosions becoming clear as the impact caused a blastwave that blew her hair back.
It did considerably more to the satyr who she didn't exactly pity as the demon was literally blown apart, limbs going in different directions.
"Tch, is that it?" the man said, looking around and spotting her as she froze.
He looked human, though his build was more similar to the orc warriors with massive bulging muscles, but standing at what seemed like ten feet tall he must have some non-human blood in his veins.
With long fiery red hair that came down to his shoulders at the back and a full beard, he paused as he looked at her carefully, considering what to do about her.
He was clearly surprised to see her here, dark eyes staring down at her in thought. He was clearly no fan of the Burning Legion, and that gave her hope that she'd get out of here alive.
"P-please, adventurer, free me from this place," Arko pleaded, making him pause before he relaxed and dropped the massive hammer with a heavy thud.
"Sure, wherever 'this place' is," he scoffed, his deep rumbling voice sounding amused.
She was about to mention that she'd seen the key on an orc, right up until he simply reached forwards and grabbed the front of the cage, the sounds of metal bending and breaking as he simply tore it off and tossed it aside.
"Tch, shoddy workmanship and shitty metal, the fuck did they forge this in, a fireplace?" he grumbled, dropping the broken door to the floor as she stared in shock.
What kind of strength did this stranger possess?
Crawling out of the cage, she rose to her full height and still stared up at a man's behemoth, covering her naked and filthy body self-consciously.
She hadn't noticed his brief glance over her nude form, but he'd quickly averted his gaze as he instead examined the sword the satyr had been carrying, before scoffing again and tossing it aside.
"My armour isn't far, but I'm in no condition to fight my way free, and they took my friend deeper inside, can you help me?" Arko asked, making the massive man nod.
"I'm going deeper anyway, don't like leaving a job half-done," he said easily, hefting his massive hammer up again. "Names Flynn, I'm… honestly I'm lost as fuck right now, I'm on a journey to master my crafts."
"I'm Arko'narin, a Sentinel of Darnassus. Are you an adventurer, Flynn?" Arko asked as she pulled her armour on as quickly as possible, happy that Flynn had the decency to look away as he looted the bodies.
"More or less, I've just finished the first part of my apprenticeship with a master craftsman, so I've been sent out to explore the world and improve my skills without her babysitting me," Flynn explained.
"So you're a blacksmith?" Arko asked in disbelief, he was very clearly a warrior, and he laughed at her words.
"And an enchanter, an alchemist, among other things. My master seeks to master every form of crafting and I'm following in her footsteps," Flynn explained, making her pause.
She knew most artisans spent their entire life mastering their art, she knew of Night Elf blacksmiths who had been studying their art for centuries so the idea of mastering every art was a lofty goal indeed.
"Did you learn to fight from her as well?" Arko asked, making him laugh.
"I don't fight, I just swing a massive hunk of enchanted metal at whatever I want dead," Flynn joked, patting his hammer. "But no, my master is one hell of a fighter herself but I learnt how to fight from my dear old dad, who happens to be the asshole who thought throwing me through a portal to a world I don't know would help me grow, it's why I'm so lost at the moment."
"Wait, world?" Arko asked, making Flynn nod.
"This sure as fuck ain't the world I grew up in, and my dad changes worlds like other people change clothes, I'm guessing he thought this place would make a good start for my journey," Flynn answered easily. "What's this place called anyway?"
"This world is Azeroth, a world caught in endless wars that's currently being invaded by a horde of demons called the Burning Legion," Arko said, making him laugh.
"Yeah, sounds about right. Thanks dad, you smug old fuck," Flynn snorted, sounding awfully unsurprised at the state of the world.
"Are all humans so large in your- actually, are you human?" Arko asked, once again looking over the giant next to her as he grinned.
"I am, or I'm human adjacent at least, my parents were both human at some point, but let's just say dad is racially fluid, and they've both ascended beyond being mere humans," Flynn said, and he didn't sound like he was bragging. "They're basically gods, or that's the best way I can explain to them that you'd understand."
She went to reply, but as she did Flynn stiffened and turned to the door that went deeper, his hands tightening around the shaft of his hammer.
"We can play twenty questions later, you said they took your friend deeper?" Flynn asked, making her nod.
"I doubt he's still alive, but I won't leave his body in this place," Arko admitted as she grabbed a sword, making him nod.
"Got it, stay behind me, I'm immune to the explosions my hammer causes, you aren't so lucky," Flynn warned, and part of her wanted to argue, wanting to inflict her own vengeance on her captors, but she decided that arguing with the giant alleged demi-god was a bad idea.
It became immediately apparent he didn't particularly need her help, slaughtering his way deeper through orcs and satyrs with a mixture of sheer brute force and magic as he summoned flames to engulf the enemies that tried to keep distance from him.
Following behind, she swapped her sword for a scavenged bow, trying to make herself useful as they cleaved a path through the scum.
The knowledge that there was a Dreadlord somewhere deeper inside made her tremble, but her attempts to warn Flynn didn't dissuade him from his path.
Reaching a prison area, they found what she already knew they would, Trey.
Or at least what was left of his broken and twisted body, naked and clearly abused before his death, tears stinging her eyes at the confirmation of his death.
She didn't need to look far to find the culprit, the leader of the succubi watching them in amusement, Trey's sword hanging from her waist as a trophy.
The demon didn't seem particularly concerned about them, instead sauntering up to them with a smirk as she ignored Arko entirely to focus on Flynn.
"Are you here for Trey? I'm afraid he wasn't a very good guest, he made quite the mess before he… departed," the succubus said mockingly, looking up at Flynn. "But he was a boring man, all talk but no staying power. You look like you'll be much more fun."
Saying that, she placed her hand on Flynn's chest, dragging a sharp nail down it.
"A succubus?" Flynn asked, seeming amused as the demon tilted her head slightly, smiling up at him.
"Is this your first time seeing one of my kind? I promise you, whatever they've told you about us doesn't come close to the real thing," the succubus said, Arko's eyes widening in panic.
Succubi could enthral their victims, and Flynn didn't seem in a rush to attack her.
"Why don't you put down that big hammer," the succubus whispered, running her hand down his cheek as Flynn dropped his hammer with a loud clang.
Turning to Arko the succubus had a cocky smile on her face as she went to speak, unfortunately for the demon she'd made one tiny mistake.
She'd put herself within arms reach of someone much bigger than her, and as she went to turn Flynn moved and grabbed her by the throat, lifting her into the air, the succubus' eyes widening in shock and disbelief.
Flynn's gaze wasn't clouded over by lust or the succubus' charm, instead he seemed mildly curious as he held her in the air with one hand.
"W-what?! Put me down," she demanded, making Flynn scoff and backhand her with his free hand.
"Sorry, I'm immune to mind control, now shut up and lemme focus, there's something different about you from the succubi I know," Flynn rumbled, rubbing his chin as the succubus struggled in his grasp.
She tried to reach for Trey's sword but Flynn idly snatched it up and looked it over, before tossing it towards Arko.
"Hm, this energy you have is different from the demons I know, weird," Flynn said, ignoring her flailing as she tried to claw at him. "What happens to your kind after you die?"
His hand around her throat tightened, making her go still as he tilted his head.
"W-we return to the Twisting Nether, you can't kill me in any way that matters, so why bother?" the succubus asked, making him raise an eyebrow. "You're obviously far stronger than me, far stronger than my master, the warlock Fel'dan, please master, allow me to serve you instead, together we can slay the old fool Fel'dan."
"She's lying," Arko said immediately, making Flynn snort.
"No, she isn't. You're a simple creature, aren't you? Switching sides at the first show of power," Flynn laughed, making the succubus smile despite her situation.
"It's just the way of the world, the strong rule over the weak and you are very strong, your soul is the strongest I've ever felt," the succubus said quickly. "I am Rakaiah, master, the leader of the succubi in Shadow Hold, spare me and I'll lead you to Fel'dan, I'll have my sisters turn on the limp-dicked orc and submit to you."
Flynn paused as Arko's eyes widened, but before she could try and convince him not to trust a succubus he spoke again.
"If I'm your new master, I can do whatever I want to you, right?" Flynn asked, making Rakaiah smile seductively at him.
"Of course, my master~" Rakaiah purred, making Flynn smile.
"Then you won't mind this," Flynn said easily, snapping her neck with a clench of his fist, Rakaiah's eyes widening at the sudden violence.
Dropping her broken body to the floor, her head at an unnatural angle, Flynn moved quickly as he pushed his hand into nothing, reaching into something she couldn't see and pulling out a red gem.
"The Twisting Nether? I don't think so," Flynn snorted, and as she watched he drew something from Rakaiah's body into the gem.
"What-"
"My master enjoys using demons as power sources, so she taught me how to bind their souls into gems to be used later, Rakaiah won't be going home anytime soon I'm afraid," Flynn snorted as he put the gem back into wherever he pulled it from. "That's your friend's sword, right? It feels too pure to belong to a demon."
"I- yes, this is Lightforge," Arko agreed, looking down at Trey's sword. At least they stopped it from being used by the demons, Trey would have hated that, perhaps more than his own death.
Reaching into nothing again, Flynn pulled out a heavy roll of what looked like cloth, wrapping Trey's remains up surprisingly gently.
"Not sure where he'd like to be buried, but it sure as fuck ain't here," Flynn said, picking Trey up and putting his body into the mystery space.
"You're right, once we get out of here I'll take care of that… you plan to go deeper, don't you?" Arko asked, making him nod.
"Never leave a job half done," Flynn said simply, making her shiver.
"A Dreadlord is too great a threat for us to fight, we need to warn my allies of its presence here," Arko reasoned, making Flynn frown.
"It's that strong? Tch, I could probably take it but… heh, it doesn't seem in a rush to come out and fight us, so lemme try something different," Flynn said, once again reaching into nothing.
— Lord Banehollow —
Fel'dan was nervous, the sounds of explosions had stopped a while ago but the cowardly orc was still afraid of whatever had killed his men.
An annoying setback, they'd clearly been discovered by some adventurers, but adventurers were so utterly predictable.
Waiting in the final room, he frowned to himself at this setback, if they'd killed everyone else this would be a frustrating setback in their plans to fully corrupt the Felwood, ruining the Druids attempts to purify it, but that was the price of relying on such lesser species.
Once he crushed these adventurers, he'd have to start again, but that was okay. He was a patient man and what was a few more decades in the grand scheme of things?
The door finally opened to his inner sanctum, making him smile as he prepared to speak, pausing as a large hand tossed a bag into the room and slammed the door shut.
That's not how adventurers worked, why-
His question was answered before he could even finish it as the bag hit the ground, exploding in what seemed like every element, his eyes widening as he was engulfed in an explosion of fire, lightning, ice among other things.
Fel'dan died almost immediately, him and his pet succubi being obliterated from the sheer force of the explosion, but Banehollow was not so weak, even as his body was shredded by shards of razor-sharp ice, lightning coursing through his body and inhumanely hot flames burning his flesh.
He was not so easily-
Looking up, he barely saw the massive hammer that had been flung at his head before it smashed into his face, the explosion causing his skull to simply shatter.
As his soul started to leave his body, his only question was what the fuck just happened?
That wasn't how this was supposed to go, it wasn't-
Wait, why was his soul not leaving this world?
As Banehollow was sucked into a gem, he screamed in rage and hatred at the unfairness of this all, but Flynn didn't particularly listen as Banehollow was casually tossed into his inventory.
— Flynn —
I don't know how strong Dreadlords actually are but I do know two things.
I don't back down from a fight, and I don't fight fair.
Sure, I like just hitting things with exploding hammers, but I'm Kuro's son, and dad loves unfair fights, as long as he's the only one allowed to cheat.
Why risk my hot new friend's life when I could just blow everything up instead? I had dozens of runic bombs just sitting in my inventory from all the time I spent as an apprentice.
Mom believed in mastery through repetition, so when I was learning how to make them I made hundreds of them.
Sure, individually they aren't that impressive but put enough of them into a bag and toss it at the other guy and that's a different story.
It's a fair trade to get a Dreadlord in a gem, I'll craft a new weapon and use him as a power source later, because he's a lot stronger than Rakaiah.
I still have no real idea what's going on in this world, but so far I've seen an incredibly hot elf girl with pale purple skin and an equally hot demon girl who immediately offered to serve me, so I think I understand why daddy dearest dropped me here.
Still, a strange new world means strange new resources to work with, and I can't say I disapprove of dads choice.
I like fighting, I like fucking and I like forging, and this world seems like a good place to do all three.
"You killed a Dreadlord," Arko whispers as I return to her, awe in her tone as I grin.
"That's the power of cheating," I joke. I had her stay back since I didn't know how big the explosion would be, but my return means I won. "So, where to now? I don't actually know where we are so I'm following your lead for now."
"We need to get back to the Emerald Sanctuary, to bury Trey and tell them what happened here, then I need to return to Darnassus, the home of my people," Arko said, making me nod. "You should come with me, Lady Tyrande will want to hear of what happened here, the destruction of the Shadow Council's stronghold is a major blow against the Legion, especially with a Dreadlord slain and prevented from reforming."
"It's not like I have a better idea at the moment, so why not?" I say, shrugging.
I'll need to find a place to build my home, because what's a craftsman without his workshop-
Oh yeah, Craftsman.
…
Sorry.
The Craftsman System v2.0 is online
[Blessing of the Forgesmith]
You are immune to fire damage, having grown used to the heat of a divine forge, and items you smith are always considerably better.
[Explosions?!]
Due to your proclivity for blowing shit up, you've gained an immunity to both the damage and knockback of explosions, go wild.
[Blacksmithing Mastery - Master]
You have mastered the forge, a true artisan of smithing with both mundane and magical metals.
[Runecrafting Mastery - Expert]
You are an expert of runecrafting, able to imbue items with powerful enchantments and runic tools such as bombs.
[Alchemy Mastery - Adept]
You are skilled in the art of alchemy, the brewing and designing of potions and other alchemical items.
Wait, I'm actually immune to fire and explosions? Sure, I made my hammer to not affect the wielder but if I knew that I was completely immune-
…
Quest Added
[Go Fuck Yourself]
Objective: Go Fuck Yourself
Reward: Nothing, fuck you.
Ah, I get the feeling I've upset my system a little bit.
"So, lead the way," I say, ignoring my pouting system as I turn back to Arko, resting my hammer on my shoulder.
I can't wait to stick that Dreadlord into my next weapon, sticking demons into weapons is an age old tradition that has definitely never gone wrong or backfired at all.
But the important part is that with such a potent power source I'll be able to make something very fun, and isn't fun the entire point of this kind of adventure?
As for the succubus, eh I'll think of something.
Worst case I'll just add a sex dungeon to my house when I build it and keep her as a pet, she offered after all. Sure she absolutely would try to betray me, but what's life without a little challenge?
Boring, that's what.
Besides, Uncle Gray wouldn't approve if I couldn't handle a single succubus.
— Bonus Scene — Rakaiah
That was so mean.
To get her hopes up like that and then just cut her down and capture her soul, so she couldn't even go home.
Sure she was planning on trying to eat his soul, that deliciously powerful soul, stronger and more enticing than any of the humans she'd slain before, but she'd have been a good girl for him until then!
Pouting (metaphysically given her current bodiless form), she had to admit that kind of cruelty made her a little wet, oh who was she kidding she was soaked as he snapped her neck like a twig.
He was a bully, letting her think she was convincing him only to crush her hopes, and he enjoyed it, she was sure of it.
Trapped in a gem, she pouted to herself. This was so boring.
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DarkWolfShiro
DarkWolfShiro Author’s Note: Yes, that was a stupidly short hiatus in history, about six days, and most of you didn’t even know I was taking some time off, but I’m back. Apparently going on Hiatus is bad for me because when I’m not working on current fics I just end up making new ones.
Starting in Felwood is basically a tradition for WoW fics, and I can’t break tradition.
Basically, I’m annoyed that Jaina, Slyvanas and Tyrande never seem to get lewded in the WoW fics I occasionally read and I’ve decided that fuck it I’ll do it myself.
Inspiration from Wizard Runemaster by Plums and Metagaming by Noodlehammer, so go read them if by some bizarre circumstance you haven’t already.
Please ignore that this was posted on aprils fools, it’s totally a coincidence I promise.
I am entirely motivated by praise and interaction, so leave a review and I’ll probably write faster.
I have a discord server (technically someone else’s but my name is on the server so it’s basically mine) with a bunch of other authors and a load of porn. Here’s the link for that: discord .gg/wd3tUYWVCd
If it says it’s expired, add my (The Pumpkin King#1234) and I’ll invite you myself.
I’ve finally started to use my pat reon for something, mostly I’ve just added some discord integration so that my pat reons can read early previews of chapters. This won’t affect regular posting, but if you wanna read my works a day or two early then consider checking it out
Link: Pat reon. com/TheDarkWolfShiro
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