The Bewildered and the Sleeping Beauty
Pink flower petals soared through the air, dancing in the stagnant air. Hundreds of petals carried the faint scent of roses—quite the contrast to the unpleasant smell of the barren emptiness, that is Apollyon. The emptiness, although untouched by time and space, was filled with decay and the remains of lost souls, trapped forever in this dreaded realm.
I felt drowsy, and the weight of my eyelids was unbearable. Just a moment wouldn’t hurt,
I thought to myself as I fell asleep. The sounds around me disappeared, and I felt calm and happy on the inside. This is purrrfect,
I thought to myself, and I could feel all my worries and weariness be swept away.
Wake up, kitten!
I shook as I were abruptly woken up. I looked around, confused by the ruckus around me. Riykere, my galkan Red Mage, looked down at me, smiling. Tsk tsk, sleeping on the job
he asked me looking all serious. A little annoyed, I poked him for making fun of my misfortunes. I took a few steps back, to make sure I was well outside the mandragoras’ Dream Flower range.
Our party was showing the mandragoras a world of pain, kicking and stabbing them till they couldn’t fight back anymore. As they tumbled over, unconscious, they made a whistling squeal. The people standing next to the mandragora were all muddled by the high pitched noise. Sparroweye, a tall and handsome elvaan, were trying eagerly to attract the mandragoras’ attention, but couldn’t quite concentrate in his bewildered state. I saw him struggle and told him not to worry. I closed my eyes, trying to visualize Sparroweye’s clouded mind. I molded my mana into a sprinkling shower of brilliant lights.
Everyone’s attacks seemed more focused now, so I could get back to tending their wounds. I looked over the remains of each of the monsters, finding a few Ancient Beastcoins. You won’t be needing that anymore,
I said to the fallen monsters, closing their eyelids with my hands. I felt kind of bad for them, as I find the mandragoras to be really cute.
As our group defeated the last mandragora, a vortex opened, sending us to the next layer in the vast emptiness. We were now surrounded by birds. Sparroweye walked up to me and patted me on the shoulders, it’s not feeding time yet.
I looked at him and shrugged, telling him that I wasn’t really getting my hopes up for any big feasts in here tonight. The stagnant air and the horrid smell felt unpleasant and I was in no mood to eat.

We quickly progressed to the next floor, where Magic Urns and Apollyon Sweepers, a kind of mechanical dolls, were stationed. The magical urns made a humming sound while rotating around. It was hovering about a foot above the floor, charging at us with a sudden sweep. Sparroweye parried the attack, thrusting his sword toward the urn. I could hear a clashing sound as he hit the monster, who continued rotating appearing unaffected by the continuous attacks. Our two Monks, Slugg and Greever, continued to strike it with all their might, kicking and screaming to put the monster out of it’s misery—or so they said at least.
My pouch of ancient beastcoins were growing bigger by each layer we cleared, and as we all cheered as when we finally cleared the last floor and returned victorious to the entrance of Apollyon. I began to count the beastcoins, and asked everyone to roll their dices. My roll wasn’t exactly stellar, but I wasn’t in the bottom three so I were lucky enough to get seven shiney coins I could sell in Whitegate. Having all three earrings I no longer need the coins.
I was also lucky enough to finally get my paws on my first Black Mage upgrade item, after having seen months go by without a single drop:





