- Adventures of Tilly Fernwood - (Stufe 1) mail warning

- Adventures of Tilly Fernwood -

This journal follows my adventures around the City, mainly, my exploration of multiple strange dungeons littering the city and its surroundings. The dungeons seem to be filled with riches and ancient magical artefacts. If I want to grow in power, these places seem like a logical starting point. I just hope I don't run into a scary monster or something~

First dungeon: Next Time, Bring a Flashlight!

So, there I was, wandering through the forest outside the city when I came across this old ruin. Obviously, I couldn’t just walk past it. After a bit of exploring, I found an opening that led underground. Not just a hole, but a real dungeon entrance. I thought, "This is it! This is where I’ll find something to finally boost my magical skills!" So, without much hesitation (or any real plan), I went in...

That... turned out to be a terrible idea.

The moment I stepped inside, the entrance slammed shut behind me, leaving me in pitch-black darkness. Brilliant move, Tilly. My first instinct was to conjure a little flame to light my way, but my magic decided to betray me. Nothing. Then, just as I was starting to panic, a flash of purple light lit up the space.

That’s when I saw him. An incubus. Smirking, confident, and very aware that I had no idea what I was doing. Before I could say anything, he cast a spell, and everything went fuzzy. My thoughts, my body... I couldn’t resist.

When I finally came to my senses, he was gone. I swear, he sprouted wings and fluttered away like some smug pigeon. I was left alone in the dark, naked and confused, with a strange, shimmering tattoo on my lower belly. It glowed faintly, and though I didn’t know what it meant, it felt... permanent. I shook off the spell’s lingering effects and pressed on, deeper into the dungeon.

After what felt like hours, I saw a faint light at the end of a long corridor. Thinking it might be an exit, I hurried toward it. Turns out, it wasn’t. The light led me straight into a massive feasting hall, filled with orcs. Big, loud, and terrifying orcs.

Before I could come up with a plan, one of them grabbed me from behind and dragged me into the hall. I had no idea what they wanted, but I held onto a sliver of hope that the stories about Orcish honour were true. Spoiler alert: they’re not.

I won’t go into all the details, but let’s just say it wasn’t my finest moment. By the time they were done, I was left lying face down in a puddle of bodily juices on the cold stone floor. It took me longer than I’d like to admit to gather enough strength to move, but I wasn’t giving up yet.

I stumbled deeper into the dungeon, my mind foggy and my body exhausted, until I found myself in a room filled with books. It was like an endless library, the air thick with the scent of old magic. For the first time since entering the dungeon, I felt a flicker of hope. Surely, there had to be something useful here.

But then, I saw it. A creature unlike anything I had ever imagined. It was tall and dark, its body shadowy and imposing, with an octopus-like mass where its head should have been. At first, I was terrified. But then... I wasn’t.

Its presence crept into my mind, twisting my thoughts. Instead of fear, I felt an overwhelming pull, a desire to be near it, to connect with it in ways I couldn’t understand. My rational mind screamed at me to run, but I couldn’t. I just stood there, staring, unable to decide if I wanted to escape or let myself be drawn closer.

And now, here I am, trapped in a library with something that defies explanation. I don’t know how I’m going to get out of this one... or if I even want to.

NOTE: Story not concluded...