Maxxob
The Overseer
Link to the first part: Finished - [Greystone - Ryke] The Howling Depths
Maxxob
| Adelhein
TheTimePiece
| Scarlett
Gwen_Temi
| Demeter
Rev IX
| Aureus
Spoiled Bread
| Aqua
The party pressed onward, leaving the reinforced watchtower behind. Aureus and Aqua trailed near the back, carving or inscribing clear markers as Demeter had suggested. Whenever the group passed a natural choke point, the pair repeated the process—melting or transmuting just enough stone to stamp an EXIT arrow or the name Magno Sapiente Victori where future eyes could see. Little by little, a makeshift breadcrumb trail materialized along the sinkhole’s ragged walls.
When Adelhein murmured about how unnecessary the coin-snatching was, and Demeter chided Justin for yanking treasure from her grasp, the arrogant adventurer’s lips curled into a superior sneer. Gilgamesh’s sardonic remark about mortals and their fleeting gold seemed to amuse him only slightly—her regal tone was a challenge, but also in line with his own lofty opinion of wealth and status.
Shifting the small pouch of coins at his belt, he gave an exasperated sigh. His gaze flicked between Artoria’s smoldering stare and Demeter’s forced smile.
“I assure you, children, that I know how to handle an equitable split of earnings,” he said with an airy wave. “Your negotiator here”—he gestured vaguely at Demeter—“struck a deal for me to claim the monetary spoils. Rest assured, I’ll not ‘cheat’ you of your due. But I’ll not stand on ceremony while we teeter on the brink of a catastrophic sinkhole, either.”
He angled a half-lidded look at Adelhein, taking note of the magus’s expression.
“If you wanted a formal handoff with a flourish, you ought to have done it in some cozy guildhall with a proper contract. Down here, practicality rules.”
He paused, scanning the group of predominantly teenage adventurers—Adelhein, Scarlett, Demeter, Aqua—each fresh-faced compared to his own supposed veteran status.
“Tch… This’ll be the last time I work with a band of kids, mark my words. Precious minutes lost to bickering over theatrics.” He gave a dismissive shrug. “But I’ll tolerate it for now—at least until this pit is cleared of its vermin.”
Gilgamesh’s brow arched at the word “kids,” but she let her amusement simmer beneath a faint smile. Artoria, still near Adelhein, tightened her jaw and said nothing—though her golden eyes flicked to Justin’s face in a cold warning.
Leading by half a wagon’s length, he trod carefully but with an air of practiced superiority. His blue-gold boots shimmered each time his foot pressed down, evidently distributing his weight across the unstable ground.
“Not so treacherous,” he called back. “At least if your gear’s worth half its cost.”
His gauntlet pulsed for a moment, scanning the air as if to confirm the negligible presence of magical wards nearby. He cast a glance at the runic shield in Adelhein’s hands, then scoffed.
“Mongrel scribbles. The dwarves I’ve encountered do finer work in their sleep.”
And with that, he pressed ahead.





The party pressed onward, leaving the reinforced watchtower behind. Aureus and Aqua trailed near the back, carving or inscribing clear markers as Demeter had suggested. Whenever the group passed a natural choke point, the pair repeated the process—melting or transmuting just enough stone to stamp an EXIT arrow or the name Magno Sapiente Victori where future eyes could see. Little by little, a makeshift breadcrumb trail materialized along the sinkhole’s ragged walls.
Dwarven Runes & Musing on Magic
- Scarlett had brought up the potential connection between the tower’s shield runes and dwarven craft.
- Holding the battered guard shield, Adelhein scrutinized the chipped runic design. Even with his Arcana knowledge, the lines seemed incomplete—like a puzzle missing vital pieces. Regardless, whatever spark of magic once lived in these symbols was long gone.
Moving Forward: Demeter’s Next Scan
While stepping carefully among jutting rocks and half-submerged beams, Demeter paused to extend her Clairvoyance once again. The gloom beyond flickered into partial clarity for her, letting her see through walls of rubble and jagged stone within roughly a 100-foot radius ahead.- Close Quarters: For the next 30–40 feet, the path remained narrow but relatively stable, thanks in part to the group’s metal platforms and the occasional cracked ledge. No sign of immediate enemies lurking in hidden alcoves—just hunks of stone precariously balanced in the distance.
- Crystal Clusters: Further down, clusters of faintly glowing mineral veins lit the darkness like tiny lanterns in the walls. They grew denser, forming patches that pulsed with low-level magical energy.
- Distant Tunnels: Demeter’s gaze caught the edges of a small side passage branching off to the left about 70 feet below. A collapsed corridor or perhaps a natural cavern mouth—scattered boulders blocked an easy look, but the gap was large enough for a person (or two) to squeeze through if cleared.
- Insectoid Presence: She still perceived something scuttling far below, beyond direct line of sight. The faint scratch of chitin on rock drifted up intermittently. Whether it was the same lone bug or part of a cluster remained unclear.
Justin-sama’s Interjections
When Adelhein murmured about how unnecessary the coin-snatching was, and Demeter chided Justin for yanking treasure from her grasp, the arrogant adventurer’s lips curled into a superior sneer. Gilgamesh’s sardonic remark about mortals and their fleeting gold seemed to amuse him only slightly—her regal tone was a challenge, but also in line with his own lofty opinion of wealth and status.
Shifting the small pouch of coins at his belt, he gave an exasperated sigh. His gaze flicked between Artoria’s smoldering stare and Demeter’s forced smile.
“I assure you, children, that I know how to handle an equitable split of earnings,” he said with an airy wave. “Your negotiator here”—he gestured vaguely at Demeter—“struck a deal for me to claim the monetary spoils. Rest assured, I’ll not ‘cheat’ you of your due. But I’ll not stand on ceremony while we teeter on the brink of a catastrophic sinkhole, either.”
He angled a half-lidded look at Adelhein, taking note of the magus’s expression.
“If you wanted a formal handoff with a flourish, you ought to have done it in some cozy guildhall with a proper contract. Down here, practicality rules.”
He paused, scanning the group of predominantly teenage adventurers—Adelhein, Scarlett, Demeter, Aqua—each fresh-faced compared to his own supposed veteran status.
“Tch… This’ll be the last time I work with a band of kids, mark my words. Precious minutes lost to bickering over theatrics.” He gave a dismissive shrug. “But I’ll tolerate it for now—at least until this pit is cleared of its vermin.”
Gilgamesh’s brow arched at the word “kids,” but she let her amusement simmer beneath a faint smile. Artoria, still near Adelhein, tightened her jaw and said nothing—though her golden eyes flicked to Justin’s face in a cold warning.
Leading by half a wagon’s length, he trod carefully but with an air of practiced superiority. His blue-gold boots shimmered each time his foot pressed down, evidently distributing his weight across the unstable ground.
“Not so treacherous,” he called back. “At least if your gear’s worth half its cost.”
His gauntlet pulsed for a moment, scanning the air as if to confirm the negligible presence of magical wards nearby. He cast a glance at the runic shield in Adelhein’s hands, then scoffed.
“Mongrel scribbles. The dwarves I’ve encountered do finer work in their sleep.”
And with that, he pressed ahead.
Faint Humming Wind
A light breeze began to swirl in the depths, carrying with it the sulfuric tang and a hollow moan that echoed up the sinkhole’s interior. Now and then, a current of air rattled loose stones into the darkness below. The sensation was akin to standing near the mouth of a vast subterranean organ pipe—each shift in air pressure created a low-pitched hum.Torches
Rope
Shovel
Compass
Rope
Shovel
Compass