The new information I had just learned filled in some of the gaps in my knowledge. If my guess was right, then Lord Aberis was aiming at getting a sword made of Silvthril. If he could tame dungeons, then he could rule the surface.
So, he must have found this dungeon based on a key point in which a Silvthril weapon needed to be made. Either the dungeon already contained Silvthril, or he tossed the Silvthril inside, hoping the Magic Blacksmith would build the weapon needed to destroy the Demon Lord. Unfortunately, he failed, so the Lord Aberis made the dungeon reset, reliving this sequence over and over again.
At some point, he tossed Xin into the dungeon, hoping she’d start altering things enough that one of the times, the Blacksmith wpuld succeed. So, he waited, 10 times, 20 times, 50 times. The Blacksmith should have succeeded at least 1 in 100. However, 100 cycles came and passed, and he still didn’t make the blade. Xin continued to change the lore, and no matter what happened, the Silvthril sword was never successfully made.
Part of the purpose of the Widow’s Dungeon was to lure out knowledgeable Blacksmiths, and he happened to luck out when he found Garnet. She wasn’t just a dwarf Blacksmith, but a Deep Dwarf. Unfortunately, she didn’t know magic blacksmithing to be able to do the job. So, he tossed her in early, engineering things so that she would be involved in the final construction of the Silvthril sword.
That sword would be needed to defeat the dungeon master, so Lord Aberis knew that anyone who entered the dungeon would inevitably end up finding the girl, who was also supposed to be a prize for winning this little game. In short, if they had any desire to leave the dungeon, then they would need to get the sword and leave with it. After that, all it would take is Lord Reign handing them one of his corrupted Knight tokens, and then he’d be in Lord Aberis’s control.
The only thing that Lord Aberis hadn’t accounted for was the state of the dungeon. Xin had caused a mess in here, and Karma was now loose and infecting the people inside. Prince Aberis, otherwise known as Bernard, now took the place of Aberon’s son. His goals didn’t align with the dungeon’s original intent, and that didn’t even mention Carmine. There was no telling what direction the dungeon would go in now. It was all a big mess all over.
“Are you going to leave me hanging?” The Bandit Hero asked.
“Ah… right…” I had been standing there in silence thinking for some time, and his patience had finally ended. “If you seek to destroy Lord Aberon, then making a sword from the Silvthril would be the best option.”
I did have my doubts. If the weapon was what Lord Aberis wanted, then I should make sure that it didn’t happen. However, if this sword was as useful for dungeons as suggested, then I should be the one to get it.
“Then, it’s agreed. You shall forge the Silvthril.” The Bandit Hero clapped his hand.
At this moment, a woman walked up behind his throne and put her hand on his shoulder. She was a beautiful woman, with deep red lips, and darkly-shaded eyes. Her hair was long and black, and so was her dress.
“Ah, this is my Dark Priestess. Every decent bandit king has one.” The Bandit Hero smiled, “Her name is Calypso.”
“Shall we eat?” She asked, for some reason looking at me with a smile.
The new information I had just learned filled in some of the gaps in my knowledge. If my guess was right, then Lord Aberis was aiming at getting a sword made of Silvthril. If he could tame dungeons, then he could rule the surface.
So, he must have found this dungeon based on a key point in which a Silvthril weapon needed to be made. Either the dungeon already contained Silvthril, or he tossed the Silvthril inside, hoping the Magic Blacksmith would build the weapon needed to destroy the Demon Lord. Unfortunately, he failed, so the Lord Aberis made the dungeon reset, reliving this sequence over and over again.
At some point, he tossed Xin into the dungeon, hoping she’d start altering things enough that one of the times, the Blacksmith wpuld succeed. So, he waited, 10 times, 20 times, 50 times. The Blacksmith should have succeeded at least 1 in 100. However, 100 cycles came and passed, and he still didn’t make the blade. Xin continued to change the lore, and no matter what happened, the Silvthril sword was never successfully made.
Part of the purpose of the Widow’s Dungeon was to lure out knowledgeable Blacksmiths, and he happened to luck out when he found Garnet. She wasn’t just a dwarf Blacksmith, but a Deep Dwarf. Unfortunately, she didn’t know magic blacksmithing to be able to do the job. So, he tossed her in early, engineering things so that she would be involved in the final construction of the Silvthril sword.
That sword would be needed to defeat the dungeon master, so Lord Aberis knew that anyone who entered the dungeon would inevitably end up finding the girl, who was also supposed to be a prize for winning this little game. In short, if they had any desire to leave the dungeon, then they would need to get the sword and leave with it. After that, all it would take is Lord Reign handing them one of his corrupted Knight tokens, and then he’d be in Lord Aberis’s control.
The only thing that Lord Aberis hadn’t accounted for was the state of the dungeon. Xin had caused a mess in here, and Karma was now loose and infecting the people inside. Prince Aberis, otherwise known as Bernard, now took the place of Aberon’s son. His goals didn’t align with the dungeon’s original intent, and that didn’t even mention Carmine. There was no telling what direction the dungeon would go in now. It was all a big mess all over.
“Are you going to leave me hanging?” The Bandit Hero asked.
“Ah… right…” I had been standing there in silence thinking for some time, and his patience had finally ended. “If you seek to destroy Lord Aberon, then making a sword from the Silvthril would be the best option.”
I did have my doubts. If the weapon was what Lord Aberis wanted, then I should make sure that it didn’t happen. However, if this sword was as useful for dungeons as suggested, then I should be the one to get it.
“Then, it’s agreed. You shall forge the Silvthril.” The Bandit Hero clapped his hand.
At this moment, a woman walked up behind his throne and put her hand on his shoulder. She was a beautiful woman, with deep red lips, and darkly-shaded eyes. Her hair was long and black, and so was her dress.
“Ah, this is my Dark Priestess. Every decent bandit king has one.” The Bandit Hero smiled, “Her name is Calypso.”
“Shall we eat?” She asked, for some reason looking at me with a smile.
