Dungeoncrawler's Academy
"Almost 300 years ago, Iskander Duvalion discovered the mysterious Infinite Dungeon beneath the Wrakhem Desert, and founded a school dedicated to the study and exploration of this strange locale. Since that time, the Dungeon's ever-shifting passageways and possibly infinite floors have been mapped to the extent that the students of the so-called "Dungeon-Crawler's Academy" can explore it in relative safety.
Today, you and your classmates will be permitted to enter the Dungeon for the first time. There, you will find fantastic treasure, face fearsome creatures, and hope to delve deeper into the dungeon than anyone before you. But be wary, for the lower floors of the Dungeon have never been as extensively mapped as the upper, and it was on the 844th floor where Iskander himself disappeared under mysterious circumstances all those years ago!
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But! You don't have to worry so much about that."
The bespectacled, sharp-nosed professor let a thin grin spread across her lips. "The important thing is the discovery! I remember my classmates and I had a rollicking time in the Dungeon many years ago, and now I teach here. It's a mystery, but it's one to be as much enjoyed as respected. Now, I'm aware that not all of you are from the same prior classes, so you've got some time to get to know each other before you set out. Normally, I'd get to know you all myself a bit too, but I have other duties to attend to today, unfortunately. Oh! Here, you'll need these."
The Professor pulled a number of small, brownish rucksacks tied by golden thread seemingly out of nowhere, and handed them to each of you.
You're in a fairly spacious dome-shaped room, there are a number of couches to either side, and the entrance to The Dungeon is at the front of the room. At the back is a long hallway, leading to where your new dorms will be--among other places--when you're shown them later. As your professor exits through this hallway, you feel the texture of the pack, and turn your eyes toward your classmates.
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After a few minutes of this; Lucretia began to suspect something was up.
"So, is anyone here even worth knowing?" she growled out sarcastically, rolling her eyes slightly.
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"Hey, how are you doing?"
"If anyone can stand those kinds of smells and worse, I'd love to have an assistant for my experiments."
"Ugh. This is going nowhere." Lucretia said, placing her hand on her nose.
She looks inside the lunchbox and immediately winces in disgust. "aw crap, coconut." She raises her voice and raises the dessert over her head, shouting "Hey, anybody like coconut? C'moooon. Whoop--"
The coconut pastry drops inside the rucksack. Strange, It was closed just a while ago.
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As much as he doesn't like socializing, N had heard stories about wizards who try to take on the dungeon alone. When their Lifesaving charms weren't being 'misplaced', melee/ranged support would 'strategically retreat' in the middle of a battle or 'mysterious' holes would appear in their rucksack. Friendship, as it seems, is just as important as magic in the dungeons, and the mouse boy looks like he could use a friend.
N suddenly realizes that he's been staring at the little mouse boy for about half a minute
"My apologies", he mumbles, awkwardly stretching out his right hand hand. "N. Lancaster., pleased to meet you."
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"So, Mr. Sydoria, what schools are you in?" N hoped for Fire or Force. One can only do so much damage with barriers and light.
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Once again, N realized that he stopped the conversation to muddle in his own thoughts
"Well, no large matter, my good man. I'm in the barrier school as well, actuall--" N held out a hand as he turned to the argument. "What the dickens is this..." he murmured.
"if you want the water particles in your tongue to stay water, then hold your tongue or lose it. Or, maybe, I should use the water that makes up your eyes." (Lucretia couldn't actually work with anywhere near that amount of accuracy; but that's not the sort of thing you mention in a threat.)
"And, even if I don't explode you, you have to eat eventually. Poison is a wonderful thing. The cohesive bonds of sulphur, the adhesive bonds of hydrogen and carbon..."
"But you wouldn't know; you've probably never created anything more structurally sophisticated than a tinkertoy tree."
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Yes. You'll take her side in this fight.
N noticed another student shifting towards the poisoner. Shabby looking fellow. Someone who had the same idea as him, perhaps. "Come, Mr. Sydoria", he said, moving towards her as well. "We have a stake in this".
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N, in general, is terrible at reading subtext. He prefers regular text, which usually has words like "bemused" or "threatening" to explain how something is said. He is, however, good at analyzing details, which allows him to compensate. And his analysis said "verbal threats + calm voice + cold gaze = a threat". A true competitor, even. N glances at the hallway, hoping that the Professor was returning. This might actually get out of hand.
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"Students"
the voice was flat, and monotone. Somewhere between robotic and earthen. It emanated from a large humanoid creature composed of a bluish-grey stone. Its fists were huge, and it was covered in light pink arcane scrawls, which make you feel a little nauseous to even glance at.
"A reminder that the penalty for fighting is expulsion. You will not be warned again. Especially those of you that have past records."
That voice!
"The Perse-phone!"
"I didn't think they even made phonolite anymore; much less painted it the color Perse."
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Lucretia's Bestiary copy hopped out of her pack under its own power, and flopped on the floor, open to a later page. The book then began to speak--the result of a centuries old Carry Voices spell--in the voice of Iskander Duvalion himself. A thin sheet of purplish energy also hovered above the book, displaying information that the voice didn't read out.
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Monitor Golem
Level: 99
L: Academy Only
Type: Construct / Spellcaster
HP: 10d100+100
MP: 10d100+100
ATK: X (100d100, Fists)
DEF: X
Mg.ATK: X
Mg.DEF: X
Schools: Antimagic
Monitor Golems are powerful, magical constructs created by the Academy's most brilliant minds to prevent any potential troubles with "problem students". They are roughly six feet tall and are hewn of a magically hardened, bluish stone. They are also one of the few legal uses of antimagic within the Academy's walls, as they are concerned primarily with pacifying troublesome students, rather than actually harming them. In addition, they are among the few golems that can speak fluently.
Spell List:
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"Well now, what's this?"
The smug, somewhat tinny voice that pipes up comes from a redheaded girl in a tacky green witch hat--the style that used to be popular several decades ago and is only now starting to become chic again--Her eyes match it, and she has a silver scepter inlaid with what appears to be an onyx stone slung over her shoulder casually.
"Some amateurs having their first day, eh? You shouldn't fight amongst yourselves, one of you will have to take charge and lead this whole operation if you want to succeed." She puffs her hair for a moment. "That's what I did, after all."
This could potentially go on for hours
The girl blinked.
"You don't know who I am?" A thin line of silver ran down her chin, which she quickly wiped away with her sleeve.
The golem meanwhile, responded to Nathan's questions with a terse "I am not at liberty to divulge any of that information."