Shadowcroft Academy For Dungeons: Year Two by James Hunter & Aaron Michael Ritchey

Author:James Hunter & Aaron Michael Ritchey
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Tags: virtual reality litRPG role playing dungeon core, men’s adventure video game adaptations young adult, science fiction thriller sword sorcery superhero, action gamelit dark gritty epic metaphysical wuxia, wizard mage shapeshifter warrior troll assassin, cyberpunk apocalyptic dystopian quest MMO, contemporary high fantasy magic occult elf
Publisher: Shadow Alley Press
Published: 2021-09-14T06:00:00+00:00

From his vantage point, Logan could see the guildhall’s lights as well as the two taverns farther south. It was clear that Professor Zantho had set up the dungeoneers there, and they would be ready for an attack. Zantho hadn’t sent the civilians to inhabit those positions like he’d thought, but the professor had still underestimated him. Logan rubbed his big hands together. He had the urge to mwa-ha-ha like a supervillain but kept quiet.

The guards turned a corner. Logan leapt from the top of the rambling house and drifted lightly to the ground. He let his Eyelash Stinkhorn spores drop from his gills. The spores mixed with the snow, and he waved his hands dramatically, sending them into the cracks under doors and through the imperfect windows. Already, he could sense the stink of the fungi, which to him smelled a bit pungent but rather pleasant in its way. An earthy aroma.

With a thought, Logan sent Noodle and his pack of Spore Wargs through the town, lifting their legs over doors and splashing every corner with a stench of their own. Even to Logan, it was rank.

Logan contacted Tet.

The cat woman didn’t bother to conceal her grumble. She faltered for a moment. She let out a groan.

Logan couldn’t help but laugh.

He felt powerful as he walked through the town, spreading his Eyelash Stinkhorn far and wide, then throwing out his Rapid Growth to get his mushrooms creeping around windows and sprouting on the other side of doors. Not a minute later, people started shouting.

“Dear gods, Wallace!” someone shouted in the distance. “Who farted! It’s unbearable. You should seek medical help!”

“What is that ungodly smell?” came another voice from a nearby house.

Soon a chorus of disgust was ringing out in the night.

He met up with Tet at the grand mansion south of the fountain. In real life, this was where the mayor lived. Tet casually flung a bolt of green energy—her Cryptonic Missile—into the manor and destroyed not just a window but a good chunk of frame around it. Then she raised her dark paws. A cloud of black scarabs skittered out of her hands and into the house. Those scarabs immediately began to chew on the timbers and load-bearing beams.

That was when Tet let out a scream of pure feline evil. “Doom has come to Vralkag! All must leave or suffer the consequences! Flee or die! Flee or die!”

“Oh, gods, the smell!” someone screamed. “Save us from the smell!”

“That is the smell of your doom!” Tet shrieked. “The doom that has come to Vralkag!”

The sound of the scarabs chewing up the house was nearly deafening. A robust woman in a nightgown and nightcap came rushing out holding a baby and trailing a few older kids. She let out a yell. “Dammit, Rosencrantz, you promised the monsters would only try to destroy the guildhall, not our house!”

Logan sent. Logan grabbed ahold of Tet’s arm and pulled her down an alleyway. Seconds later, the grand mansion came crashing down.

Tet was a bit more concerned than that.

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