Chapter 199: Perfectly Normal Thomas Darkblade
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Chapter 199: Perfectly Normal Thomas Darkblade
Many years ago.
"Lare?" he called and the small, so fragile, woman turned to face the silver wall he formed his avatar out of.
"Silver," she smiled and her expression was so warm in contrast to his dungeon. He reached out to touch her hand and she allowed him. She wandered his deepest floors safely on his command and she even adapted to his potent mana with ease.
Her ebony hair was like obsidian, her skin of alabaster, and her eyes the clearest blue. It was like she had been sculpted by something that knew what a human was only by the purest of ideals and she was all SIlver's.
"The town is growing restless," she said and Silver vaguely remembered the pests on the surface.
"Let them. Just stay here, become my contract," Silver insisted for
the thousandth time. Lare laughed with noise like clear bells.
"I can't" she rejected him a thousandth and one time. Silver frowned, not used to having to argue or even accept another's will in his own walls. But he would for Lare.
"Will you at least tell me why?" he begged, his form fluid like liquid mercury that shifted between a knight and a wolf.
She thought about it.
"I need to head east, to a far away land in the corner of this world. I just have to," she said and Silver mentally cursed at having no interest in the outside world.
"Tell what is there and I'll make it here. I'll... I'll even change the previous floor I have for you," he offered and his soul crawled at the mere idea of changing anything. Lare smiled and that little pointy canine she had was briefly shown, making Silver light up as Lare did her best to hide it from others, calling it 'crooked'.
Silver had never seen anything so crooked look so beautiful.
"It's not something you can give me. There's a funeral I need to attend," she explained gently and Silver took her every word and stored it as permanent memories inside his core.
"A funeral... that's to remember someone who died. Did someone die?" Silver asked slowly, trying to avoid sounding insensitive.
"Someone did and I'm hoping remembering them together with my family will keep them alive a little longer, in some way," Lare said with a far away look that made her look slightly ethereal to Silver's eyes.
"What was their name?" Silver pressed, feeling a little envious of this dead smuck.
"Oh I know that look... let's just call him... 'Bratislav'!" Lare laughed and ran off to one of Silver's grand dining halls where she enjoyed playing with the food made of pure silver.
Silver would find out sooner or later.
---
Present Day
Argus tried not to cover his nose as the man skittered about, smacking bugs with a massively worn down shoe.
"Thomas Darkblade! Adventurer extraordinaire! You may have heard about me due to my deeds at the Capitol where I was vital in assaulting the mad king with a massive cheese dragon or tearing down the gates with my monstrous strength or perhaps you might have even heard how I took a massive chunk out of the royal aegis shield with my teeth alone?" he bragged. The cockroaches were making off with his shoe as he talked.
"I'm pretty sure you're not the Big Cheese Haldi, The Demon Mila, nor Pic the Insatiable," Yattina said with a frown and the man lit up.
"Ah, my apprentices! You've heard of them!" he said with delight.
"You don't look older than thirty," Lim pointed out as a small trickle of water ran past in the sewer, looking oddly clean as if it wasn't being used by the town. Thomas Darkblade blinked then ran a hand through his black hair and Argus recoiled as what looked like a dozen spiders fled at his touch, revealing a shocking buzzcut of white hair.
"Your skin still has a healthy amount of youth," Yattina said, not disturbed at all by the scene as she examined the man with her eye.
"Ah, that's because we're on the 154th floor of a Dungeon and I found the 'Tap of Fabled Youth'," Thomas Darkblade said with excitement and pointed down the tunnel where there was indeed a set of stairs going down.
Argus got a strange 'feeling' when he saw those stairs.
"Lim, go down the stairs," Yattina asked and Lim frowned but did as she asked, climbing down the stairs, only to emerge back out of them as if he had come from the floor above.
Thomas Darkblade's nostrils flared then just as he looked ready to go red with strain, he suddenly exhaled and found peace.
"Oh, hello there! My name is the grand adventurer Thomas Darkblade, have you come to explore the Dungeon with me today?" the man asked slyly as if he just spotted the group.
"I might allow you to join me, despite the fact the experience will be divided four ways, but I can manage as long as I am party leader and get priority on assassin dagger. There's a set I've been looking for down here that gives me a whole +5 to cool," he explained as his eyes took on a sudden dark gleam.
"Sir, why don't you go out the other stairs?" Yattina asked with slow concern.
"AND LET THOSE FOUR WIN? I WILL HAVE THE LAST RAT AND MY DUE!" Thomas Darkblade thundered, the tunnel shaking with the force.
"But there is no last rat. It's just cockroaches and spiders down here," Argus tried to point out and the man twitched, an aura of wrongness taking over him like a dark grease stain as he tried to spit words out.
"I am... Thomas Darkblade...find...rat," he strained, spittle flying from his clenched teeth and Yattina suddenly stood in front of Argus and Lim.
"I heard skittering down that way," she said and the oppressive, horrible, familiar aura of the man receded as he took off with excitement.
"Tally Ho!" he cried.
"What was that?" Lim whispered, hands shaking. Yattina was about to say something when someone walked up from behind them with calm steps. Argus turned and he instinctively drew back as a polite looking man in a suit jacket and slicked back hair appeared.The inaugural upload of this chapter took place via N0v3l-B1n.
He was menacing in a way that wasn't obvious with a selection of little containers around his waist.
"Well, it would never be proven with Fairplay's penchant for mutilating their own seeds until they're more machine than not," Japes drawled with a sly look. He turned once more.
"Besides. I am living proof. I briefly turned into an Echo before I cut it out of my own chest and put it on my shelf for my collection," he said airly.
"You can just cut them out?" Argus asked, face sweating at the idea.
Mr Japes considered the question.
"Not really, but I made do," he admitted and was gone into the beautiful daylight. When he was gone, Lim turned to Yattina.
"What do you 'see' when you look at him?" he asked quietly.
"He's the opposite of an Echo. There's just too much on the outside and nothing on the inside," she replied and then looked down at the sewer with a shiver.
"I'll get this sealed up and work with the elders to prevent anyone going down," she sighed.
Argus nodded, but his mind was racing as he tried to figure something out.
"Tell me more of that Great Wyrm," he asked of Lim who looked surprised but pleased to be the center of attention. Argus put Thomas... Darkblade out of his mind.
He was becoming distinctly aware he couldn't just call the Echo Thomas... Darkblade. It was becoming very annoying. Thomas Darkblade could just stay down there because there were no rats for him to find.
Like Mr Japes said, Thomas Darkblade wasn't strong, just annoying.
---
Thomas Darkblade paused as a thin line of the deep sewer Dungeon was cracked at the edges, letting in fresh air. The crack was so small that he couldn't even get his hand in or out, but he didn't need to.
He pulled out some of his cheese, made by his feet, and placed it near the crack.
Thomas Darkblade would win.
He always won.
---
"This is a trap," the Gunsmith commented as they eyed the line of food and massive buffet table along a resting spot of an open fire below a massive mural of a woman and the Dungeon.
"I am hungry," the Alchemist admitted before dropping some of the meat into a test tube of solution that turned a soft blue.
"It is food, but I wouldn't even know what to test for," he reported.
"Are you poisonous?" The Necromancer asked a roast chicken which sat up on its boney drum legs.
It made a strong 'x' with its wings and flopped back down.
"At what level between dead and alive is there a line for you?" the Mage asked and the Necromancer smiled, moving a finger near the mage and coming away with a dusty glove finger.
"We're all rotting on some level. Some just do it quieter than others," he said and wiped the Mage's dead skin on his robes.
"Yeah, but there has to be a limit!" complained the Archer as he dug into a lemon tart.
"I don't animate toenails," came a response.
"Because they're not technically flesh?" the Warrior guessed.
"No, I don't like toenails," the Necromancer said as he made his way to the soups.
"I always wanted to ask this, but how did you even get into death magic?" the Gunsmith asked around some sort of pasta dish with juicy pork meatballs.
"When I was young, my pet fish died. I was so upset, it stopped being dead. That was a hint," the Necromancer smiled as he sipped his chicken noodle soup. The Mage was struggling to understand how the Necromancer could even touch soup after the library...
"Maybe it was just asleep?" the Warrior suggested as he dug into a salad with cherry tomatoes and dressing.
"It pulled itself out of the cat's mouth with some effort so no," the Necromancer added.
The Mage looked around and found he was not really drawn to anything. He didn't have a sweet tooth or a hankering for meat. He was about to give up when he spotted an unusual dish. It looked like little white grains and there was a dark bottle next to it with the letters 'Soy' on it.
The taste was bland and simple.
The sauce made it a little tangy.
It was perfect.
"Soy? I'm going to call you 'Soy Boy' now," the Alchemist said after seeing the bland meal. The Mage didn't mind.
He wondered if he could chop the core minerals and vitamins into this meal but keep the taste simple... some sort of super scholar meal.
All the benefits, but none of the time wasting.
Mash in some fish heads and egg yolks too...
The idea was coming together.
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Chapter 199: Perfectly Normal Thomas Darkblade
Many years ago.
"Lare?" he called and the small, so fragile, woman turned to face the silver wall he formed his avatar out of.
"Silver," she smiled and her expression was so warm in contrast to his dungeon. He reached out to touch her hand and she allowed him. She wandered his deepest floors safely on his command and she even adapted to his potent mana with ease.
Her ebony hair was like obsidian, her skin of alabaster, and her eyes the clearest blue. It was like she had been sculpted by something that knew what a human was only by the purest of ideals and she was all SIlver's.
"The town is growing restless," she said and Silver vaguely remembered the pests on the surface.
"Let them. Just stay here, become my contract," Silver insisted for
the thousandth time. Lare laughed with noise like clear bells.
"I can't" she rejected him a thousandth and one time. Silver frowned, not used to having to argue or even accept another's will in his own walls. But he would for Lare.
"Will you at least tell me why?" he begged, his form fluid like liquid mercury that shifted between a knight and a wolf.
She thought about it.
"I need to head east, to a far away land in the corner of this world. I just have to," she said and Silver mentally cursed at having no interest in the outside world.
"Tell what is there and I'll make it here. I'll... I'll even change the previous floor I have for you," he offered and his soul crawled at the mere idea of changing anything. Lare smiled and that little pointy canine she had was briefly shown, making Silver light up as Lare did her best to hide it from others, calling it 'crooked'.
Silver had never seen anything so crooked look so beautiful.
"It's not something you can give me. There's a funeral I need to attend," she explained gently and Silver took her every word and stored it as permanent memories inside his core.
"A funeral... that's to remember someone who died. Did someone die?" Silver asked slowly, trying to avoid sounding insensitive.
"Someone did and I'm hoping remembering them together with my family will keep them alive a little longer, in some way," Lare said with a far away look that made her look slightly ethereal to Silver's eyes.
"What was their name?" Silver pressed, feeling a little envious of this dead smuck.
"Oh I know that look... let's just call him... 'Bratislav'!" Lare laughed and ran off to one of Silver's grand dining halls where she enjoyed playing with the food made of pure silver.
Silver would find out sooner or later.
---
Present Day
Argus tried not to cover his nose as the man skittered about, smacking bugs with a massively worn down shoe.
"Thomas Darkblade! Adventurer extraordinaire! You may have heard about me due to my deeds at the Capitol where I was vital in assaulting the mad king with a massive cheese dragon or tearing down the gates with my monstrous strength or perhaps you might have even heard how I took a massive chunk out of the royal aegis shield with my teeth alone?" he bragged. The cockroaches were making off with his shoe as he talked.
"I'm pretty sure you're not the Big Cheese Haldi, The Demon Mila, nor Pic the Insatiable," Yattina said with a frown and the man lit up.
"Ah, my apprentices! You've heard of them!" he said with delight.
"You don't look older than thirty," Lim pointed out as a small trickle of water ran past in the sewer, looking oddly clean as if it wasn't being used by the town. Thomas Darkblade blinked then ran a hand through his black hair and Argus recoiled as what looked like a dozen spiders fled at his touch, revealing a shocking buzzcut of white hair.
"Your skin still has a healthy amount of youth," Yattina said, not disturbed at all by the scene as she examined the man with her eye.
"Ah, that's because we're on the 154th floor of a Dungeon and I found the 'Tap of Fabled Youth'," Thomas Darkblade said with excitement and pointed down the tunnel where there was indeed a set of stairs going down.
Argus got a strange 'feeling' when he saw those stairs.
"Lim, go down the stairs," Yattina asked and Lim frowned but did as she asked, climbing down the stairs, only to emerge back out of them as if he had come from the floor above.
Thomas Darkblade's nostrils flared then just as he looked ready to go red with strain, he suddenly exhaled and found peace.
"Oh, hello there! My name is the grand adventurer Thomas Darkblade, have you come to explore the Dungeon with me today?" the man asked slyly as if he just spotted the group.
"I might allow you to join me, despite the fact the experience will be divided four ways, but I can manage as long as I am party leader and get priority on assassin dagger. There's a set I've been looking for down here that gives me a whole +5 to cool," he explained as his eyes took on a sudden dark gleam.
"Sir, why don't you go out the other stairs?" Yattina asked with slow concern.
"AND LET THOSE FOUR WIN? I WILL HAVE THE LAST RAT AND MY DUE!" Thomas Darkblade thundered, the tunnel shaking with the force.
"But there is no last rat. It's just cockroaches and spiders down here," Argus tried to point out and the man twitched, an aura of wrongness taking over him like a dark grease stain as he tried to spit words out.
"I am... Thomas Darkblade...find...rat," he strained, spittle flying from his clenched teeth and Yattina suddenly stood in front of Argus and Lim.
"I heard skittering down that way," she said and the oppressive, horrible, familiar aura of the man receded as he took off with excitement.
"Tally Ho!" he cried.
"What was that?" Lim whispered, hands shaking. Yattina was about to say something when someone walked up from behind them with calm steps. Argus turned and he instinctively drew back as a polite looking man in a suit jacket and slicked back hair appeared.The inaugural upload of this chapter took place via N0v3l-B1n.
He was menacing in a way that wasn't obvious with a selection of little containers around his waist.
"Well, it would never be proven with Fairplay's penchant for mutilating their own seeds until they're more machine than not," Japes drawled with a sly look. He turned once more.
"Besides. I am living proof. I briefly turned into an Echo before I cut it out of my own chest and put it on my shelf for my collection," he said airly.
"You can just cut them out?" Argus asked, face sweating at the idea.
Mr Japes considered the question.
"Not really, but I made do," he admitted and was gone into the beautiful daylight. When he was gone, Lim turned to Yattina.
"What do you 'see' when you look at him?" he asked quietly.
"He's the opposite of an Echo. There's just too much on the outside and nothing on the inside," she replied and then looked down at the sewer with a shiver.
"I'll get this sealed up and work with the elders to prevent anyone going down," she sighed.
Argus nodded, but his mind was racing as he tried to figure something out.
"Tell me more of that Great Wyrm," he asked of Lim who looked surprised but pleased to be the center of attention. Argus put Thomas... Darkblade out of his mind.
He was becoming distinctly aware he couldn't just call the Echo Thomas... Darkblade. It was becoming very annoying. Thomas Darkblade could just stay down there because there were no rats for him to find.
Like Mr Japes said, Thomas Darkblade wasn't strong, just annoying.
---
Thomas Darkblade paused as a thin line of the deep sewer Dungeon was cracked at the edges, letting in fresh air. The crack was so small that he couldn't even get his hand in or out, but he didn't need to.
He pulled out some of his cheese, made by his feet, and placed it near the crack.
Thomas Darkblade would win.
He always won.
---
"This is a trap," the Gunsmith commented as they eyed the line of food and massive buffet table along a resting spot of an open fire below a massive mural of a woman and the Dungeon.
"I am hungry," the Alchemist admitted before dropping some of the meat into a test tube of solution that turned a soft blue.
"It is food, but I wouldn't even know what to test for," he reported.
"Are you poisonous?" The Necromancer asked a roast chicken which sat up on its boney drum legs.
It made a strong 'x' with its wings and flopped back down.
"At what level between dead and alive is there a line for you?" the Mage asked and the Necromancer smiled, moving a finger near the mage and coming away with a dusty glove finger.
"We're all rotting on some level. Some just do it quieter than others," he said and wiped the Mage's dead skin on his robes.
"Yeah, but there has to be a limit!" complained the Archer as he dug into a lemon tart.
"I don't animate toenails," came a response.
"Because they're not technically flesh?" the Warrior guessed.
"No, I don't like toenails," the Necromancer said as he made his way to the soups.
"I always wanted to ask this, but how did you even get into death magic?" the Gunsmith asked around some sort of pasta dish with juicy pork meatballs.
"When I was young, my pet fish died. I was so upset, it stopped being dead. That was a hint," the Necromancer smiled as he sipped his chicken noodle soup. The Mage was struggling to understand how the Necromancer could even touch soup after the library...
"Maybe it was just asleep?" the Warrior suggested as he dug into a salad with cherry tomatoes and dressing.
"It pulled itself out of the cat's mouth with some effort so no," the Necromancer added.
The Mage looked around and found he was not really drawn to anything. He didn't have a sweet tooth or a hankering for meat. He was about to give up when he spotted an unusual dish. It looked like little white grains and there was a dark bottle next to it with the letters 'Soy' on it.
The taste was bland and simple.
The sauce made it a little tangy.
It was perfect.
"Soy? I'm going to call you 'Soy Boy' now," the Alchemist said after seeing the bland meal. The Mage didn't mind.
He wondered if he could chop the core minerals and vitamins into this meal but keep the taste simple... some sort of super scholar meal.
All the benefits, but none of the time wasting.
Mash in some fish heads and egg yolks too...
The idea was coming together.
Chapter 199: Perfectly Normal Thomas DarkbladeMany years ago."Lare?" he called and the small, so fragile, woman turned to face the silver wall he formed his avatar out of."Silver," she smiled and her expression was so warm in contrast to his dungeon. He reached out to touch her hand and she allowed him. She wandered his deepest floors safely on his command and she even adapted to his potent mana with ease.Her ebony hair was like obsidian, her skin of alabaster, and her eyes the clearest blue. It was like she had been sculpted by something that knew what a human was only by the purest of ideals and she was all SIlver's."The town is growing restless," she said and Silver vaguely remembered the pests on the surface."Let them. Just stay here, become my contract," Silver insisted forthe thousandth time. Lare laughed with noise like clear bells."I can't" she rejected him a thousandth and one time. Silver frowned, not used to having to argue or even accept another's will in his own walls. But he would for Lare."Will you at least tell me why?" he begged, his form fluid like liquid mercury that shifted between a knight and a wolf.She thought about it."I need to head east, to a far away land in the corner of this world. I just have to," she said and Silver mentally cursed at having no interest in the outside world."Tell what is there and I'll make it here. I'll... I'll even change the previous floor I have for you," he offered and his soul crawled at the mere idea of changing anything. Lare smiled and that little pointy canine she had was briefly shown, making Silver light up as Lare did her best to hide it from others, calling it 'crooked'.Silver had never seen anything so crooked look so beautiful."It's not something you can give me. There's a funeral I need to attend," she explained gently and Silver took her every word and stored it as permanent memories inside his core."A funeral... that's to remember someone who died. Did someone die?" Silver asked slowly, trying to avoid sounding insensitive."Someone did and I'm hoping remembering them together with my family will keep them alive a little longer, in some way," Lare said with a far away look that made her look slightly ethereal to Silver's eyes."What was their name?" Silver pressed, feeling a little envious of this dead smuck."Oh I know that look... let's just call him... 'Bratislav'!" Lare laughed and ran off to one of Silver's grand dining halls where she enjoyed playing with the food made of pure silver.Silver would find out sooner or later.---Present DayArgus tried not to cover his nose as the man skittered about, smacking bugs with a massively worn down shoe."Thomas Darkblade! Adventurer extraordinaire! You may have heard about me due to my deeds at the Capitol where I was vital in assaulting the mad king with a massive cheese dragon or tearing down the gates with my monstrous strength or perhaps you might have even heard how I took a massive chunk out of the royal aegis shield with my teeth alone?" he bragged. The cockroaches were making off with his shoe as he talked."I'm pretty sure you're not the Big Cheese Haldi, The Demon Mila, nor Pic the Insatiable," Yattina said with a frown and the man lit up."Ah, my apprentices! You've heard of them!" he said with delight."You don't look older than thirty," Lim pointed out as a small trickle of water ran past in the sewer, looking oddly clean as if it wasn't being used by the town. Thomas Darkblade blinked then ran a hand through his black hair and Argus recoiled as what looked like a dozen spiders fled at his touch, revealing a shocking buzzcut of white hair."Your skin still has a healthy amount of youth," Yattina said, not disturbed at all by the scene as she examined the man with her eye."Ah, that's because we're on the 154th floor of a Dungeon and I found the 'Tap of Fabled Youth'," Thomas Darkblade said with excitement and pointed down the tunnel where there was indeed a set of stairs going down.Argus got a strange 'feeling' when he saw those stairs."Lim, go down the stairs," Yattina asked and Lim frowned but did as she asked, climbing down the stairs, only to emerge back out of them as if he had come from the floor above.Thomas Darkblade's nostrils flared then just as he looked ready to go red with strain, he suddenly exhaled and found peace."Oh, hello there! My name is the grand adventurer Thomas Darkblade, have you come to explore the Dungeon with me today?" the man asked slyly as if he just spotted the group."I might allow you to join me, despite the fact the experience will be divided four ways, but I can manage as long as I am party leader and get priority on assassin dagger. There's a set I've been looking for down here that gives me a whole +5 to cool," he explained as his eyes took on a sudden dark gleam."Sir, why don't you go out the other stairs?" Yattina asked with slow concern."AND LET THOSE FOUR WIN? I WILL HAVE THE LAST RAT AND MY DUE!" Thomas Darkblade thundered, the tunnel shaking with the force."But there is no last rat. It's just cockroaches and spiders down here," Argus tried to point out and the man twitched, an aura of wrongness taking over him like a dark grease stain as he tried to spit words out."I am... Thomas Darkblade...find...rat," he strained, spittle flying from his clenched teeth and Yattina suddenly stood in front of Argus and Lim."I heard skittering down that way," she said and the oppressive, horrible, familiar aura of the man receded as he took off with excitement."Tally Ho!" he cried."What was that?" Lim whispered, hands shaking. Yattina was about to say something when someone walked up from behind them with calm steps. Argus turned and he instinctively drew back as a polite looking man in a suit jacket and slicked back hair appeared.The inaugural upload of this chapter took place via N0v3l-B1n.He was menacing in a way that wasn't obvious with a selection of little containers around his waist."Well, it would never be proven with Fairplay's penchant for mutilating their own seeds until they're more machine than not," Japes drawled with a sly look. He turned once more."Besides. I am living proof. I briefly turned into an Echo before I cut it out of my own chest and put it on my shelf for my collection," he said airly."You can just cut them out?" Argus asked, face sweating at the idea.Mr Japes considered the question."Not really, but I made do," he admitted and was gone into the beautiful daylight. When he was gone, Lim turned to Yattina."What do you 'see' when you look at him?" he asked quietly."He's the opposite of an Echo. There's just too much on the outside and nothing on the inside," she replied and then looked down at the sewer with a shiver."I'll get this sealed up and work with the elders to prevent anyone going down," she sighed.Argus nodded, but his mind was racing as he tried to figure something out."Tell me more of that Great Wyrm," he asked of Lim who looked surprised but pleased to be the center of attention. Argus put Thomas... Darkblade out of his mind.He was becoming distinctly aware he couldn't just call the Echo Thomas... Darkblade. It was becoming very annoying. Thomas Darkblade could just stay down there because there were no rats for him to find.Like Mr Japes said, Thomas Darkblade wasn't strong, just annoying.---Thomas Darkblade paused as a thin line of the deep sewer Dungeon was cracked at the edges, letting in fresh air. The crack was so small that he couldn't even get his hand in or out, but he didn't need to.He pulled out some of his cheese, made by his feet, and placed it near the crack.Thomas Darkblade would win.He always won.---"This is a trap," the Gunsmith commented as they eyed the line of food and massive buffet table along a resting spot of an open fire below a massive mural of a woman and the Dungeon."I am hungry," the Alchemist admitted before dropping some of the meat into a test tube of solution that turned a soft blue."It is food, but I wouldn't even know what to test for," he reported."Are you poisonous?" The Necromancer asked a roast chicken which sat up on its boney drum legs.It made a strong 'x' with its wings and flopped back down."At what level between dead and alive is there a line for you?" the Mage asked and the Necromancer smiled, moving a finger near the mage and coming away with a dusty glove finger."We're all rotting on some level. Some just do it quieter than others," he said and wiped the Mage's dead skin on his robes."Yeah, but there has to be a limit!" complained the Archer as he dug into a lemon tart."I don't animate toenails," came a response."Because they're not technically flesh?" the Warrior guessed."No, I don't like toenails," the Necromancer said as he made his way to the soups."I always wanted to ask this, but how did you even get into death magic?" the Gunsmith asked around some sort of pasta dish with juicy pork meatballs."When I was young, my pet fish died. I was so upset, it stopped being dead. That was a hint," the Necromancer smiled as he sipped his chicken noodle soup. The Mage was struggling to understand how the Necromancer could even touch soup after the library..."Maybe it was just asleep?" the Warrior suggested as he dug into a salad with cherry tomatoes and dressing."It pulled itself out of the cat's mouth with some effort so no," the Necromancer added.The Mage looked around and found he was not really drawn to anything. He didn't have a sweet tooth or a hankering for meat. He was about to give up when he spotted an unusual dish. It looked like little white grains and there was a dark bottle next to it with the letters 'Soy' on it.The taste was bland and simple.The sauce made it a little tangy.It was perfect."Soy? I'm going to call you 'Soy Boy' now," the Alchemist said after seeing the bland meal. The Mage didn't mind.He wondered if he could chop the core minerals and vitamins into this meal but keep the taste simple... some sort of super scholar meal.All the benefits, but none of the time wasting.Mash in some fish heads and egg yolks too...The idea was coming together.
