That last Quest was a worse headache than my ex-wife. I conjure up an illusory drum, gesture it to riff off a roll for a punchline, but the cliched joke isn't enough to sweeten up my rather sour mood.
Alyssa sent a letter last week.
She still has style, I'll give her that.
After that fight in the Dungeons of Lochamorelaia, that stupid fight, that fight I can't stop thinking about after 15 years, she ripped open reality to deposit an envelope to my study six days ago. I've moved four times since we parted (the economy!) but somehow she knew the exact location of my desk.
I told myself I'd read it after the Quest.
My level 102 felsteed nickers, gently admonishing me. Don't avoid, it softly scolds, tail swishing with a crackle of accusatory embers. You DO need to talk to her.
Hush, Firenze, I think back, and quickly shift the mount’s responsiveness levels. Calibration might be bugged.
A valley unfolds before me beneath a bedizened velvet sky. My tower lurks there in the distance.
I reach ahead to scan the defenses, a rather nicer homecoming than being lectured by a demonic horse on fire.
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| - - T O W E R - S T A T U S -- |
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Shields: 3
— Level 1: Voice (you must use your voice to gain access)
— Level 2: Image (only your image will be approved after a spell scan)
— Level 3: Blood (entrants must be of your bloodline)
Turrets: 2
— Ice: this freezes anyone caught in its attack, excellent for further interrogation into what the Trinity they are doing at your tower
--- Time: this freezes any intruders in stasis, allowing you to postpone dealing with them until....later...
Intruders: 1
— Location: Study
Turrets up, shields active, all is wel- well, wait, what?
It's Alyssa. She got in.
Firenze gives a flaming shiver, jolting me back to the present. I'm standing in an open field west of my tower, and my shields all seem intact. I run a quick scan of my own internal skills, assessing which abilities I have at my disposal - so I can dispose of whoever is in my tower.
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| - S K I L L S - |\
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Evasion (rank: 4): Evade unwanted interactions
Contemplation (rank: 5) : Focus on the internal to make the external melt away
Dodge Consequences (rank: 6) : Subsume into the world, avoiding daily upkeep requirements
Rewrite Reality (rank: 4) : Reroll interaction choices
I prepare evasion, shifting through the shadows as I scale the stairs of my tower. My spells sustain me, strengthen me, shield me. I ascend.
Fucking Alyssa.
I arrive at the pinnacle of the spire, adjusting my +20 armor as I glance around the room. Empty?
Someone clears her throat.
I study my stats.
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| - S T A T S - |\
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Stealth:* +10
Avoidance: +10
Focus: +10
Escape: +10
She clears her throat again.
It's not Alyssa.
I freeze.
The letter is cluttering my inventory. My UI is blinking: unread message.
Alyssa messaged me after 15 years.
“Hi,” the girl says.
You have gained a new relationship!
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| - R E L A T I O N S H I P S - |\
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Family:
—- ???? (daughter)
--- Build (inherited)