Vault of the Magi: A LitRPG Adventure (Stonehaven League Book 5) by Carrie Summers

Author:Carrie Summers [Summers, Carrie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Lonely Crag Press
Published: 2019-03-27T16:00:00+00:00

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When the small party drew near the city, they were forced to leave the wagon track where it veered toward the Argenthal mines. For the first half-mile or so after that, grasslands still dominated the terrain, and Devon ran her hands over the seed heads as she walked. Occasionally, Bob muttered a complaint about her relative ineptitude in some task or another. She ignored it, taking too much pleasure in the sunlight and human company.

“Hey, so I see you got some new gear,” Torald said, startling her out of her reverie.

“Yeah, and by the way, thank you for not commenting on my backpack,” she said.

“I think that’s because the only proper thing to say regarding that is ‘No comment,’” Chen added helpfully.

“Jerk.”

Torald laughed at their banter, then nodded at her weapon hand. Since she didn’t yet have a sheath and belt for quick access, Devon felt better carrying her blade than walking around with it stuffed in her backpack.

“The dagger’s especially nice,” the paladin said, then grimaced. “I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of incurable necrosis.”

Devon was confused until she remembered that, like just about every other game she’d experienced, other players could inspect her gear. Sometimes the realism in Relic Online still got to her, making her forget much of what she’d learned in her long gaming career. Her deep involvement in the world, especially since she wasn’t very connected to the player population, made her forget some of the convenience mechanics in the game design. Given her own noobish blunders, maybe she shouldn’t be giving people like Valious such a hard time—even if it was just in the privacy of her own mind.

“Yeah, so there’s a weird story about it.” She went on to explain how the blade had been fashioned by mysterious hands, and how the creepy Mistwalker boss had seemed to know more about it than anyone in Stonehaven. In the days since she returned from the dungeon, she’d asked around, even sucking it up and talking to Greel about his knowledge regarding the Mistwalkers, in particular, the Drivan and Rovan factions.

That had been a waste of time. The lawyer hadn’t known anything, but he had taken the opportunity to explain what a liability she was to the settlement for having not yet delivered her notarized response to his town charter proposal. At this point, she was tempted to leave him stewing until after her attempted run to the Stone Forest. She seriously doubted he would make good on any threat to “file” the papers without her approval, and even if he did, she was pretty sure she could override him.

“I think I know,” Torald said.

“Huh?” Devon had already started to lose herself in contemplation of ways to torment Greel, and it took a moment for the man’s words to register. “Sorry, say that again? You think you know what?

“Some information about the Mistwalkers,” the man said. “I read a history recently.”

“Read? Where?”

The man shrugged, his platemail squeaking despite the care he obviously took with it.

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