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Laggy Lagiacrus
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The decidedly strong aroma of sea air filled the village, though it was hardly noticed by the hunter returning from his most recent quest. He had been using the island as a base of operations, seeing as how the village chief had hired him to help dispose of the large monsters plaguing the island. There were stories of earthquakes and elder dragons, but for now, it was a “simple” matter of doing some big game hunting. Plus, a little work outside the island, if the time and situation allowed such a thing to happen. He was greeted with the usual friendly gestures from the village residents, with the girl at the desk being her usual, upbeat self. He said he’d answer her questions later, as he had to go and dump some spoils in his storage chest – and possibly get some burn lotion. Hunting Qurupecos in Jaggi armour was never a pleasant experience, even if he had upgraded it as far as basic Armour Spheres would reach. Considering that breaking its flints with a Commander’s Dagger and shield was also a feat and a half, considerable danger had been placed upon him. However, the quest was over now, and Martin Redstone was free to let his mid-length – albeit ruffled – black hair down, an action that was followed by him then sweeping the fringe from in front of his cobalt eyes. But, he stopped in front of his room – he always forgot something, what was it this time?
“… Aptonoth dung. Where in Alatreon’s name did I leave my Mega Pickaxe?”
“… Aptonoth dung. Where in Alatreon’s name did I leave my Mega Pickaxe?”