Dungeon 9 Turn 11

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The party takes a brief break (despite Coccyx’s continued barrage of arrows) and shuffles around all the defensive items they’ve been picking up. They also take this opportunity to talk about something that’s been on their minds.

“So Kam’s got a ghost sword now.”

“Yeah! That was so cool!”

“I don’t actually know what that was about.”

“I didn’t do anything different than normal.”

“Well, that’s your old sword, right? That used to be super blessed and powerful? Maybe some of that magic stuff is still in it.”

“Hey, welcome to the powerful-jerk-you-used-to-work-for-won’t-let-you-off-the-hook club. We should get shirts made or something.”

“It didn’t feel the same as that, though. The Emperor’s power was… well, it sounds weird to say out loud, but I guess it had a sharp, metallic “taste” to it? This didn’t “taste” like anything.”

“Hmm…”

“Maybe this is just what you can do now that you’re not relying on that other power?”

“Maybe you could always do it?”

“you should see if you can do it again”

“Yeah!”

“Sounds like fun.”

“We’ll see.”

After everyone’s inventories have been sorted out, Botanya heads to the right to explore the next room. She can still barely see anything, but she somehow has the sense that this it he farthest right she can go in this dungeon.