In a few moments, your vasely self is offloaded from the carriage, and is carried across the town towards the most prominent trading post: Sitoth Trading. Adventurers and residents alike scurry along the Walmart-esque trading, purchasing materials and goods obtained from the Labyrinth, in part due to the lack of any notable agricultural opportunities in the area, forcing them to commit to Labyrinth-fashioned products and ingredients for weapons, furniture, food, and the like.
The shop is managed by what you sense to be a small girl, stressed from going left and right managing the queries of individuals. Pah, as if that mattered to you.
But then again... maybe some information may not hurt one bit.
Consume the souls of those nearby and enslave their husks. We do need some power back after all..
Infect their souls. Make them ticking timebombs who will eventually succumb, their souls becoming consumed, but at such a rate it won't be suspicious at first.
Once you are situated on a crate (How lowly you have become!), you seed a little bit of your corruption into the hearts of these merchants. Surely, when all has failed, you will have backups to aid you once more when you need it. But you don't need it now. You just let them be. Somewhat.
"Y'know, maybe it wasn't a good idea selling the vase to Sitoth Trading?", the hauler states.
"Yeah, what have they need of a vase? It's not like this shabby shop is going to get this damned vase sold to anyone else, and it doesn't look alright here."The young girl looks at the haulers with a sharp glare -- or at least, you can feel her doing that. She's visibly offended, but you feel that she didn't exactly want to do that. After all, you can only feel brimming,
disgusting friendliness from the girl.
A young man stands up and looks at them. Sizing them up and noticing them to be no more important as the rest of the commoners in the area, he states:
"Well, it's not like you guys in particular could make use of the same vase anyway; you don't even look halfway rich to be able to afford a quarter of the vase's price. I suggest you just go if you're going to make ill of the store."The haulers, irritated, responded with an angry glare, but said no further and left the vicinity quickly. They've done well to accept your corruption; that's great. After all, you don't really care what happens to these people. You only want more power, especially now that you've lost large portions of it (but nothing you can't regenerate in time).
Once we're stationary, diffuse retractable hate into the surrounding space.
You have been actively leaking more hate in the shop, leading some of the customers to gossip within the vicinity about the Duke and his illness. The young girl visibly(?) feels more stressed, comparing things to a few days ago prior to your arrival, via tapping their memories for some information.
Wait until you are moving through a crowd and start letting off hate like a fat man at a celery convention.
You plan to leak even more in order to cause chaos, but you haven't been sitting here for more than half a half-day. You decide to wait for a moment before you continue with your plan.
All of that was immediately interrupted when a group of five able adventurers -- a Guild, enters the frey. They look new to the dungeoneering scene; perhaps it may be a good idea to "jumpstart" them a few levels so you can also benefit from them?
You still do remember the extent and the exact mechanisms of your powers, right? And what this thing below means?
In any case, you are not yet sure what these adventurers
specialize themselves in. You could take a closer look at them, although none of them are quite notably a candidate for being transformed into a
Fafnir Knight of hate. Not that you can't try anyway.
Determine the classes, names, and the genders of these FIVE pathetic worms, in true Etrian fashion. (see attached link) Or not, if you choose to possess someone else in order to access the labyrinth.
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Topic: You are a Vase! V2: Lagaardian Odyssey (SG) (Read 2522 times)