Brent Roth - The Dragon's Wrath: A Virtual Dream (26 page)

Chapter 39: The First Floor

(Sunday, May 23rd Game Day / Wednesday, February 17th Real Day)

Stepping through the tranquil turquoise barrier that denoted the dungeon entrance was an odd feeling. The warm late spring air and sunlight that was my reality a moment before was soon split by the cold muddy feeling of the barrier. Passing through that barrier, I found myself in a damp, dark dungeon; an old mining complex of sorts.

We were two worlds apart now.

Glancing at the gray and black rock walls that were barely visible as small torches burned along the edges, reflecting and projecting shadows across the domed ceiling, I had a feeling that things might get complicated. As we walked, our shadows appeared to dance around us yet just as quickly disappeared without a trace.

Yeah, the lighting in here wasn't that great.

The dark and dirty brown ground beneath our feet was mostly stable, which led to some general relief as there was no fear of stumbling or tripping. But there were areas that were slippery as moss appeared to be growing sporadically throughout; we would just have to be mindful of where we stepped.

Though of all things, it was the stagnant air filled with ash that was the least bearable. The smoke was difficult to breathe and clouded the eyes, obscuring our already dimly lit visual field even more. But it was a condition we would have to put up with.

With eyes and nostrils alike burning, we pushed forward.

The cave-system with its large open rooms connected by smaller passageways held together with a random assortment of lumber gave off an odd atmosphere. The sizes of the rooms were simply too large compared to the narrow tunnels between them.

Yeah, it was a dichotomy of strange proportions.

And then the echoes came.

Just out of sight and at the edge of our hearing, we could hear the faint chatter of the goblins. Multiple goblins were chattering in broken English for me, and perhaps chattering in a broken language of some other user's preference if selected.

Exiting the second of the narrow passageways and turning around the corner we were presented with our first glimpse of an in-game Goblin. The two [Outcast Goblins] and the three [Minor Outcast Goblins]... weren't fun to look at, really.

The Outcast Goblin was the physically larger of the two, both in stature and in general size. The spade-like ears like those from a playing card were awkward to look at, and overly sized on their four-foot six frame. The oily brownish-beige yet dried prune-like skin only served to complement their exceptionally large goat-like eyes with a large horizontal hourglass shaped pupil, slit-like nose, and disgusting fangs that somehow served as teeth.

They were repulsive.

Not to be outdone, the Minor Outcast Goblin appeared in much the same way but seemed more beige than brown yet barely stood four-feet tall. Considerably smaller with the same sized head. Strangely, this was even more disturbing.

I wanted to smash them into pieces.

Ugh.

To think the designers had created such disgusting monsters as the entry level monsters for players to fight. I feared for the future creature's appearances… they would undoubtedly be mindboggling.

Moving closer to the goblin camp we were soon hit with a waft of a pungent odor that could only be described as a smell of mixed throw-up and urine. I held mine in, but one of the party members gagged and actually puked.

I didn't know we could puke in this game.

But it made sense, seeing as we could do everything else normally.

And I did mean everything.

Setting my axe down against the rock wall, I grabbed my bow and surveyed the scene in front of me. There were five targets, each with a crude short sword of sorts. Our group consisted of two archers and a sword & dagger rogue, plus me with my axe and the healer in the back. An all physical single-target group… not that balanced but it will have to do.

Before I could even suggest anything, one of the hunters assumed the party-leader mantle and spoke up, "Alright, I'll pull them to us. Focus the regulars first, and then the minors last."

Eh, I wasn't a fan.

Initial aggression or aggro, or hate, would be given to the archer who pulled… meaning I would have a harder time gathering them together.

But my opinion didn't mean anything yet. Four guild members versus the Pick-up Group guy. This pug was also a newbie to the dungeon and they had supposedly been here before.

Yeah, my words had no merit yet.

The goblins were around a hundred feet away and the archer quickly ran over and let off an arrow. Just as quickly he turned around and ran behind me to take up position with the others.

Shaking my head, I clutched my axe.

Five disgusting creatures were bearing down on me with swords drawn and spit flying as they screamed and shrieked with their high-pitched voices. Staring right back at them in this hyper-realistic setting was startling.

It was frightening.

The three Minor Goblins charged ahead like the small fry that they were, waving their swords above their heads as they ran in an almost comical fashion. Taking my stance I went into my new favorite high-guard "Vom Dach," even though it was more of a sword guard it worked just fine for me in principle.

German for "from the roof," it entailed holding the weapon overhead and centerline while angled back at a 45-degree angle. It provided for a wide window of attack in addition to a very powerful swing.

This was definitely my preferred stance.

As the first of the minor goblins came into range it was consumed by blind aggression and without any thought to my axe above, lunged forth. The goblin intended to thrust the sword into my abdomen but… it was slow.

The sword was slow.

The goblin was slow.

Shifting my feet, switching the foothold from left-foot forward to right and twisting my waist so as to avoid the blow, I also engaged all of the muscles of the core. Abs, back, shoulders, and even my chest as I pulled the axe down as viciously and hard as I possibly could.

The axe swung down in an instant and dug deep into the goblin's neck, shattering through the collarbone and lodging itself entirely in the soft tissue.

As if everything was in slow motion, I could feel the shudder of the axe as it cleaved into the goblin. I could see the goblin shudder from the impact as it dropped to the ground. On its knees the goblin stared at me in confusion, wondering what had just happened.

With those odd horizontal hourglass eyes it stared on.

And then I put a boot on its disgusting face and shoved off.

Yanking my axe from the minor goblin that was now lingering around 23% remaining health while kicking my target into the minor goblin behind it, both minors careened to the floor. Two seconds had passed during that exchange.

But that third minor goblin veered right past me.

Glancing at it as it ran past and straight into the rogue and archers, I could only ignore it. In front of me was a more pressing matter as the two [Outcast Goblins] came in slashing and hacking away with a ferocity not unlike my own.

Raising my axe and swinging wildly to parry the blows, I barely deflected the two with a grin.

They couldn't get me with weak attacks like that.

And then two sharp shooting pains registered in my sides as I saw two short swords sticking into me. The minor goblins had attacked as well and without a shield I was hopeless to defend.

Pulling back, I quickly swung my axe wide and repeated it twice for good measure. Glancing behind I could see the loose minor goblin fall to a flurry of stabs and arrows.

One down, four to go.

Raising the momentum of my swing, I continued to swing my axe in multiple arcs from high-right to low-left, low-left across high-center, high-center back down to low-right. Repeating the pattern while deviating slightly, I was building space.

I was really building hate.

The goblins had been intimidated by the seemingly wild swings and backed off slightly as they focused their aggression towards me. Completely forgetting the archers pelting them with arrows and the rogue now behind, this was the situation that I was aiming for.

This was tanking.

Swinging like a wild-man… no a mad-man, I continued to press on. I was deflecting incoming sword thrusts with the weight of my axe bearing down on them and forcing them back.

And then I stopped.

I wasn't wild, nor was I mad.

I simply needed the time to regain composure, and now that I had succeeded I returned to my high guard. In their desperation they had completely circled me and I was at a severe disadvantage. The minor goblins had made their way behind me, completely out of sight but it was no matter.

The targets in front of me were all that mattered.

The minor goblins initiated first, thrusting wildly at my abdomen where I could only twist in an attempt to receive a glancing blow. The goblins immediately followed up with two downward arcing slashes that I was barely able to deflect before taking the two stabs to my sides; I had lost around 12% of my health from the two hits.

And then without a moment to relax the onslaught began.

The four goblins worked themselves into a frenzy and began hacking and slashing at my sides while I was busy fending off what I could. Blocking and deflecting the blow coming from my right only to take two slashes from the left and a stab from behind.

Stumbling to the floor, I glanced at the minor goblin that was still sitting at 23% health while completely crippled on one side. The rogue was busy attacking a goblin with the archers and it had only fallen to 71% in nearly five seconds.             

This was stupid.

Abandoning my defense, I turned around and hacked the minor goblin's head off.

As its head rolled pass me, I gave it kick for good measure.

Turning back to face the other minor goblin, I launched a flurry of attacks of my own. Countering every three swings with two of my own, I was able to dismember the one remaining minor goblin's hand, as it screamed to the ceiling in pain.

Using the moment of distraction as my window of opportunity, I used [Execute] and landed the blow cleanly down the middle of its face. Splitting the minor goblin's skull into two halves, I placed my boot on its chest and pushed off, freeing my axe to face the two remaining goblins.

Just as I took another two slashes to my arms and clenched my teeth from the pain of being sliced repeatedly over the past thirty seconds, a beam of golden light engulfed me for the fifth or sixth time.

In truth, I wasn't counting.

The warmth of the light instantly restored a large portion of my health as I glanced at the party menu that showcased the healer's remaining mana; she was low.

Bringing my guard back up, I distracted the goblin in front of me as the rogue unleashed a flurry of stabs and her signature skill, [Backstab]. As she plunged her sword and dagger into the back of the goblin in front of me it wailed in pain from the sudden surprise and in its momentary distraction, I took advantage.

Utilizing a quick counter swing, I received a boost to the damage modifier for landing a properly timed swing. Cleaving deep into the shoulder and triceps of the goblin in front of me, it soon dropped its sword on the ground as it clutched at its nearly severed arm.

A few well-placed arrows later, it fell in front of me.

Now there was only one goblin left.

My health had fallen to 33% but in another second or two a [Holy Light] was sure to hit me. Circling the goblin as the rogue and I paced equal distances apart, it hesitated in anticipation of what was to come. As if it couldn't decide whether it wanted to die to an axe or a sword in the back, the goblin continued to twitch back and forth in fear.

Once that golden light hits me, I would be going in. My axe was held loosely in one hand as the head dragged along the ground, leaving a mark in the dirt as I continued to circle. Soon I was tapping the axe-head on the ground.

Thud
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Thud
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Thud
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And then it hit.

The golden light engulfed me as the goblin's eyes grew wide at the sight. Wide enough to see the axe heading straight toward its face, but not enough for it to properly evade.

Throwing up its sword in a feeble attempt to deflect the heavy axe, it only served to weaken its own guard. From behind the rogue had landed a fatal [Backstab] directly into the heart of the disgusting creature as my axe chunked off a part of its cheek.

Collapsing to the ground in front of me, the last of the five goblins had been defeated. I had finally killed my first few dungeon mobs, and cleared my first dungeon trash group.

Yeah, these mobs were only trash.

They were what stopped you from getting to the better mobs, the mini-bosses and the boss of the dungeon. Things to waste your time, impede your progress, and cause you general pain. There was certainly plenty of pain involved for me, but that was the life of a tank. Getting stabbed repeatedly, slashed and sliced at continuously… those were the things I would have to get used to.