The Dragon's Wrath: Ashes of the Fallen

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attacks landing in the chest. The tank mostly deflected and parried blows but would occasionally land counter blows below the waist of the goblins. On the other hand, I was a bit higher up from center-mass, with a lot of my arrows hitting the neck or head.
    I actually wasn't losing to the other archer in terms of arrow damage… it was a little saddening. Needless to say, we were both accurate minus a few wayward arrows between us. The headshots seemed to have brought me up to par, seeing as he had a better bow and superior arrows. Accuracy and well-placed shots were more important than the gear itself, after all.
    Once we finished our rest we repeated the pattern, three groups and a five minute break, then two groups and a shorter three minute break. And then, the mini-boss of the first floor that gave me fits the previous time. That [Goblin Guard] with his [Old Aspis] and [Old Dory] that nearly proved too difficult the last time, was now a [Goblin Guard] with an [Old Dory] and some inferior quality shield.
    One of the more interesting aspects of The Dragon's Wrath was that you could visibly tell what loot or items a creature had. The shield this guard was using was of a clearly poorer quality than the [Old Aspis] I picked up.
    I guess I got kind of lucky after all.
    Or maybe it was unlucky that the boss was so well-equipped the first time around, I couldn't really decide. Either way, it was one or the other.
    Looking at the dwarf's gear, his shield appeared to be one and the same. The same wooden hoplon design but without a leather cover on the outside compared to mine, and with small cracks running through the wood. It honestly looked as if it would break at any moment, and that was a large concern with the items in-game. Most of the early items were only used a few times before being replaced.
    My wood-chopping axe had been replaced four times already.
    Knowing that our tank had such a poor quality shield that could break at any point during a fight, I felt a little guilty. If he knew I had a better shield in storage at the village, he would probably rage, or at the very least, be jealous.
    It was likely in my best interest to keep quiet on that front.
    Without any real change to our previous strategy, the mini-boss fight was started with a [Chain Lightning] from me, along with a full chanted verse [Frost Bolt] from the mage directed at one of the two [Outcast Goblins]. Making quick work of the minor goblins and the regular goblins, all that was left was the [Goblin Guard].
    The dwarf's shield actually shattered mid-fight, but it wasn't really an issue.
    By all accounts, the mini-boss fight went smoothly.
    Another [Old Dory], a [Cracked Aspis] to replace the dwarf's now defunct shield, and a [Worn Leather Vest] were the major spoils. Nothing too special really, but it was only the first boss. The fifth boss was the big guy, and I was sure he would drop something nice.
    Now, it was time to finally start the second floor.
    Something new, exciting, and hopefully fresh… well, the air was likely to be stale still, but one could dream!
     

 
    Chapter 43: The Second Floor
    (Wednesday, May 26th Game Day / Thursday, February 18th Real Day)
     
    Heading down the narrow dark gray and black rock tunnel that was loosely supported by a random assortment of old and rotting lumber left a lot to be desired. At least, we figured it wouldn't collapse.
    If it did, well, that would only add to the realism I suppose.
    The ash that permeated the air had also suddenly become thicker. We were already well acquainted with the smoke that obscured our vision and made it difficult to breathe, but I never imagined it would get progressively worse.
    What used to be a slight burning sensation in my eyes and nostrils was now a steady burn. My mind wandered at the thought of what the third, fourth, and fifth floors would be like. If the situation continued to deteriorate with each descent, there may come a point where a mask would become a necessity.

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