Apeiron Apostle Adventures: The Rescue

Hey everyone! Today we’re excited to share with you Part 3 of our bold Dood Apostles’ journey into the Dungeon. We’ll hit you with a quick…

Hey everyone! Today we’re excited to share with you Part 3 of our bold Dood Apostles’ journey into the Dungeon. We’ll hit you with a quick recap in a second, but before that we have some announcements!

First, tomorrow we’re launching our Titillating Trader Trials! We want to see which of YOU can trade your way to the top. We’ll be giving out a bunch of rewards to whoever tops the charts in trading volume, including wETH for the first prize and mini-Black Holes for breeding for the top 10, so show us your marketing nous!

Second, for our Planet holders, tomorrow you’ll be able to view your Avatar’s combat skill cards, boons, and perks on our marketplace website! This is the first step in your deck-building adventure, since you can change the skills on your Planets through breeding. Or perhaps you might want to trade for a Planet that has just the right combination of skills that you think will be powerful when the game launches. You can find out more about our combat system and skills by going to this page HERE and you can check out some tips for refining your combat skills in this article HERE.

Now then! Let’s get to some adventurin’. When last we joined our Apostles, they had gotten separated from their friends, but found some new ones. Bobo the Warrior and Rara the Hunter joined with Gustipharts the Priest, Large the Guardian, and Marigold the Rogue, and, with their powers combined, they traveled to the Dungeon World of Letrina and found the Tempest God Gale. With Gale in the lead, they delved into the Dungeon and discovered an army of boods waiting for them, as well as a mysterious shopkeeper. We rejoin them now as they continue to plumb the dungeon’s depths and uncover the mysteries of the godiverse…

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“GRAAAAAAHHHHHHHAAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAA!”

Bobo was screaming. He was in combat with a ravening bood — who was also screaming. In fact, there was a lot of screaming going on. Screaming all over the place. It was really quite noisy.

They were deep inside the dungeon, carving a path through hordes of corrupted boods.

Their party would arrive in a dungeon room with an absurdly large (and tastefully rectangular) plateau, the boods would appear on the other side, and off they would go. The boods were not exactly strategic in how they fought. They would absolutely charge forward at top speeds and just sort of ram into their party. It wasn’t exactly efficient, but it was wearing them down. He couldn’t even count how many battles they had fought.

And he certainly didn’t have time to count now. The bood he was fighting flailed about with a nasty serrated blade, and while the attacks were hardly that of a trained swordsdood, the sheer chaos of the wild strikes and the general fracas around them meant that Bobo had his work cut out for him keeping himself alive. He dodged, ducked, bobbed and weaved. He tried to get a few slices of his own off, only to find himself again on the back foot. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take…

He was getting really hungry.

Then he heard a booming voice speak quietly in his head. It was a weird sensation, like someone taking a bite of the food you were eating and then putting it back on your plate as if nothing had happened. But it had happened! Was happening. The voice was speaking…

Warrior. Use your Leap Strike move. Now!

Leap Strike? thought the Warrior in reply. He wasn’t quite sure which move that was.

Um…oh right. Warrior, use your Jump’n’Slash move. NOW!

Of course! He remembered now! How had he forgotten? This was one of his special moves. His skills. It had been an age since he had used it. But with the voice’s clear command, it was all coming back.

He dodged a frighteningly wicked blow. And he saw his chance. In that next moment, he threw his sword backwards behind him, still holding onto it. He crouched, gathering all his energy into his legs. Then he sprung into the air — heaving his sword right along with him! “HAAAAAAAAAAA!” he yelled out with gusto as he crashed down to earth, slamming the sword into the bood, who took the blow full on, and was knocked cartoonishly off into the distance.

Bobo planted his sword in the ground heroically. Now that was a good Jump’n’Slash! He still had the ol’ mojo.

He looked around. The fight was coming to an end. He saw Large the Guardian crash onto the floor of the plateau and lie there. Rara the Hunter was shooting down as many of the retreating boods as she could. And Marigold the Rogue was sniffing around for any hint — just a whiff, even — of treasure. He shook his head. That young dood had such an obsession with loot. He couldn’t understand it!

Speaking of which, he really needed a snack. Or maybe a full meal.

But before he could plonk himself down and take out his campstuff, a shadow above him told him that their god and leader, Gale of the Tempest, was on the move again. The wind god passed by him like a tugging breeze, urging him onwards, lending him the strength to carry on.

He started to move.

And then he felt a friendly pat on the back. “Smashing good show out there Bobo m’boy! Really top notch. I loved how you nailed that bood there at the end — gave him a jolly good whack, knocked him out of the park! Hohoho!”

Gustipharts the Priest was in high spirits, as usual. He had sat out the battle as he had received a bit of a beating in the fight previous. But you wouldn’t know it from his glowing smiles — well, you would know some of it, given his swollen cheeks and bandaged bruises — but although his frail body might have been feeling the pain, he was having the time of his life. A holy quest serving right alongside his very own god? It was a dream come true.

“Large! Come on lad don’t mess about, let’s get a move on, Lord Gale awaits!” Gustipharts tapped Large consolingly with the tip of his shoes. Large groaned. “Ow…”

Rara came up to Bobo. She looked like she was about to join Large lying on the deck. “I really hope Susanoo-sama is at the end of this,” she sighed. Then she glanced at Gale, now approaching the room’s exit, doubtless returning them to another mysterious dungeon corridor. “Although I have to say, I’m beginning to respect this Gale god. He’s quite impressive.” She looked back at him curiously. “Did you always know that jumping move?”

Bobo shrugged. “Kind of.”

“Kind of?”

“Hard to explain. Need to eat first.”

She nodded in understanding. “Let’s round up Marigold and be on our way. Marigold! Are you done yet? How many times do I have to tell you: there’s no treasure here!”

“That’s just what someone who wanted to hide treasure from the rest of us would say!”

“I’m not hiding anything! Get back here!”

“You’ll have to catch me first!”

“Ohhhhh I’ll catch you alright!”

Rara sped off after the itinerant Rogue, who did her best to avoid Rara’s authoritative commands. Bobo shook his head.

He hefted his sword.

He marched off towards the exit.

Deeper, ever deeper, into the dungeon.

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After several more battles, the bold dood companions were practically holding each other up as they trudged along behind the ceaseless god Gale.

“Everything hurts…” moaned Large.

“No treasure at all,” whined Marigold.

“How long can this go on?” worried Rara.

“Could use a bite to eat…” opined Bobo.

“Lord Gale give me strength,” prayed Gustipharts.

“Alright then,” responded Gale.

The doods looked up in shock. Gale had mostly left them to their own devices throughout their dungeon delving, rarely acknowledging them at all. But now, he had stopped. Sort of. He never really stopped: there were always countervailing wind currents flowing around his form. But he had stopped walking forward at least. He was standing there imperiously, looking down on them from far above. Bobo peered upwards towards Gale’s lofty head. Shouldn’t it hit the ceiling of the dungeon? How big was this place? When they were in the corridors, he felt as if the walls were closing in around him. Yet how could Gale fit in here then?

He shook his head and blinked a couple of times. He was beginning to get dizzy. This place was weird.

Gale had stopped in front of another set of strange glowing glyphs on the stone walls. He reached out a hand and touched one. Bobo sighed. He wanted to gird his loins for battle but he hardly had the energy to heft his blade. He thought Gale had said they were going to take a break? There was a blinding flash of light. He expected to see the same plateau, the same assortment of angry boods.

But that wasn’t what he saw. Instead they were in an open valley with the night sky above them. Insects chirruped peacefully in the quiet air. There were some trees at the top of the valley, but the basin they were in was just grass and wildflowers. Gale waved a hand and they were suddenly whisked by the wind towards a patch of bare earth with a small rippling stream tinkling beside it. From there, he spoke to them: “You may camp here. We will proceed once you are rested. I will maintain the magic of this place to keep you safe from interlopers.”

And with that, he moved off from their ordained campsite to stand in the grassy field. A nebulous light surrounded him and they could hear a soft chant echoing off the walls of the valley. Runes of power danced like snowflakes in the night air, providing them with soft light.

They stood there for a minute, not sure about what to do. It had been a long time since they’d had any sort of rest.

It was young Marigold who broke the awkward silence: “Guys, I’m all about treasure but there don’t seem to be none in here and I’m hungry. Can we eat?”

Gustipharts nodded sagely. “I was just about to say the same thing! How about a bite to eat?”

“I could eat a whole doodburger and fries,” drooled Large. “Or ten.”

At the mention of food, Bobo snapped out of his dazed trance and into top gear. Almost faster than the other doods could follow with their eyes, he whipped out and set up a neat pile of kindling, surrounded it with small rocks (valuable moon rocks!), and then nestled a cookpot right on top of it all before setting the kindling ablaze.

“We’ll make a stew,” he pronounced. He began to fill the pot with water from the stream. “Everyone will put something in. Then I’ll season and cook it. It’ll be yummy. A hearty doodstew.” He went into his pack and pulled out a couple of the sausage-chicken feet-looking things he had gotten at the dungeon shop. He tossed them into the pot. Then he stepped back. “Whatchu doods got for me?”

Large shuffled to the front nervously. He revealed a small bag of chicken nuggets. “My mama made these for me. She told me to only eat them when I was really, really hungry. So I was saving them…for a rainy day…”

The nugs plopped one by one into the pot like drool in the rain. Bobo nodded in thanks. Large moved to the back. After a moment, Gustipharts stepped forward. “Well then,” he wrung his hands nervously. “Um, I’m afraid — uh — that I don’t actually have anything. I hope that doesn’t cut me off from the stew though, I am quite peckish and-”

“What about those special sweets you said you kept as treats?” asked Large curiously. He gasped. Gustipharts flinched. “Did you lose them?”

The other doods (besides Large, who was merely worried) looked at Gustipharts accusingly. The priest sighed and hung his head. A bag full of colorful round candies appeared out of his robes. “Oh lucky me, Large, thank you for reminding me. I had almost forgotten about these. I make them myself, you know. Takes a lot of hard work, but the result is worth it. I’m not sure they would fit a stew though…”

“Don’t worry about that,” said Bobo confidently. “In the pot.”

The candies plopped into the bubbling cauldron. Gustipharts walked away sadly. Marigold was next. She pointed at Large. “He’s got mine! Large, take it out!”

Large pondered for a moment. “Oh!” He reached into his backpack and ferreted around a bit before retrieving a sugarmelon, which he handed to Marigold. “I love sugarmelon,” explained Marigold. “The seeds can be used to make hundreds more sugarmelons. One sugarmelon and you’ve got a whole business just waiting to sprout! But don’t worry…” her voice dropped to a nefarious whisper “…the loss of this potential enterprise has been noted down. The debt that you now owe to me will be nothing compared to the interest you’ll need to pay hehehehe…”

She broke out from her feverish imaginings and noticed they were all staring at her. She gave a winning smile and dropped the sugarmelon into the pot with a sploosh. “Alright then…” said Bobo. “That just leaves…Rara?”

Rara came up to the stew. It was starting to smell something powerful. It was going to be quite the dish. She stared into its watery depths for a minute. The others didn’t notice, but Bobo saw a tiny tear quickly get brushed away — but it fell into the water with a dainty splish. Without a word, she reached into her bag…and pulled out an enormous finned Maguna fish! The others gasped. It was a very big fish. Its scales sparkled in the dancing runelight of the room. “This was given to me as a gift from Susanoo-sama,” she said. “I organized a fan art contest across the whole kingdom making art of him. I also participated…but I didn’t win. Still, Susanoo-sama…he was kind enough to give me this fish as a reward. He plucked it right out of the ocean.” She sighed. “It was so cool…”

She looked at the fish for a moment. Bobo put a hand on her shoulder. “All gift fish should become stew eventually,” he said.

She took a deep breath, and nodded. She dropped the fish inside the stew. Bobo began to stir the pot. He took out his pouch of Super Secret Spices and added a dash of this and a pinch of that. After a few minutes. He tasted it. The other doods watched his face trying to gauge his reaction. His face was completely neutral, his voice monotone as he let them know the truth:

“It’s terrible.”

They all threw up their hands. “Noooo! My candies!”

“My fish!”

“My mama’s nuggets!”

“My sugarmelon business!”

“Calm down,” said Gale. They turned to the god standing amidst his whirlwind of magic. The tempestuous god made a sound like wind rustling the leaves of trees in a forest after rain, sending a tinkling of rain to the ground. Was he laughing? Crying? “Doods certainly are interesting creatures…” said Gale. He looked down at them from on high, fondly. “Foolish,” he said. “But creative and full of heart.” He motioned a hand towards the stew. “Your dish was missing something. Take this from me.”

Out of the air a bottle dropped down into Bobo’s hands. “What is it?” he asked Gale. He rattled the seemingly empty bottle around. “There’s nothing inside.”

“It’s the name of the wind,” said Gale.

“What does it taste like?”

“Put it in your stew and find out,” Gale replied.

So Bobo put the name of the wind in the stew. And to be honest, it didn’t make it perfect. There was a lingering taste of unfinished business about the dish. He was sure it wasn’t his best work. But that didn’t stop any of the doods from hoovering up their bowels and asking for more. It was the best thing they had had since coming into the dungeon.

It tasted like hope. And sugarmelon, fish, sucrose, sausage, and chicken feet, with just a hint of ginseng.

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They packed by camp feeling much refreshed. And it was a good thing, too. Gale had moved on to the edge of the valley, which was blocked by a wall of trees. Three of those trees had familiar runic glyphs on them. Bobo imagined that they weren’t quite out of the woods yet, as it were.

“Hmm,” said Gale, confirming Bobo’s suspicions as he examined the glyph markings that would take them to the next chamber. “Trouble ahead.”

“Trouble, Lord Gale?” said Gustipharts. “Surely nothing that one of your magnanimousness couldn’t handle?”

“I think I’ll be fine,” said Gale.

“Uh…we’ll be fine?” replied Rara.

“I hope so,” said Gale calmly. He touched the marking.

The peaceful camping valley was gone. They were on another battle plateau. Except…there! Suspended in air at some height above the plateau was a strange sort of cube. And inside the transparent walls of this strange cube they could see what looked like — a dood! Or at least, a dood if it was white and reduced to liquid form. Most disturbingly of all, they heard a voice, a whisper in their ears: “Help…me….”

Bobo’s ears pricked up. He pointed at the cube. “That voice, I heard it before! The one asking for help! That’s him! Her! It! Them!”

“Whoever they are,” said Marigold — her face had turned slightly green — “whatever they’re doing is making me sick.”

“It’s a dood spirit,” said Gale. He looked across the plateau. Some particularly large boods were arrayed against them. And they weren’t charging higgledy-piggledy forwards, either. “But it looks like this trapped soul is under guard.”

Large pointed at the boods. There was a very big one. “That one looks like me!”

It flexed at Large and leered at him hideously.

“Why aren’t they charging forward?” Marigold wondered. “Do you think they’re sitting on treasure?”

Gustipharts gasped and pointed. “Look at that one behind Large! The one with the pointy hat!! It looks like it’s — casting a spell!”

Suddenly the air was crackling with mystical energy. “Uh oh,” said Large.

“RARA!” shouted Bobo. His ears were popping. “BRING HIM DOWN! BRING HIM DOWN!”

She notched an arrow to her bow. The spell was nearly complete. The air was roaring around them. She released. The arrow flew true, and hit the magic bood…but not before the spell was complete.

Nothing happened. They looked around in confusion. Then Marigold let out a triumphant guffaw. “Hah! That was your spell?”

Then a giant rock fell from the sky and hit Large, pummeling him into the dirt with a painful “oof”. Marigold squeaked in shock. They looked up. Flying towards them at top speeds were a lot of dangerously big rocks.

“RUN, YOU FOOLS!” shouted Gale.

“Large!!” shouted Gustipharts in horror.

They made a run for it, scattering in every direction. The rocks rained down around them. Bobo couldn’t keep track of where the others had gone. It was everything he could do to avoid getting rock-mashed. Ducking and dodging he tried to get out of the spell’s area of effect, but just when he thought he was in the clear one of the rocks grazed him and sent him flying.

He pulled himself up painfully and met the eyes of a very grumpy bood. It was armored and holding an axe and a shield. It grunted at him aggressively. There were some other smaller boods behind it, leering and shrieking — but they were waiting for him to attack first. Bobo pulled out his sword. This wasn’t going to be easy…he wondered if that stew they had had actually been his last meal…

He really hoped not. He was still a bit hungry.

Suddenly there was a flash of golden light from behind him, blinding the boods. Bobo looked back. Standing above Large’s inert form, Gustipharts was levitating in the air! Radiating gold light! Bobo was flabbergasted. He never thought someone like Gustipharts would be able to float. He was a pretty heavy dood who certainly liked his food.

But there he was. And he looked mad. “NO ONE hurts my Large with magical rocks from the sky and gets away with it!” shouted Gustipharts. The golden light was getting bright even for Bobo. “TAKE THIS!” The light exploded outwards in a powerful wave. The boods were knocked back. Some of the smaller ones flew off into the distance.

As the light faded, Bobo took stock of their situation. The smaller boods were gone. But the bigger ones were still there. There were five of them: the armored-axe bood, the magic-casting bood, a thin and sneaky looking bood, a bood with a crossbow, and a bood holding twin blades. He pointed at them, eyes widening: “they’re a party of boods! Just like us!”

Even Gale, the Whirlwind’s Fury, looked a little worse for wear after that spell. But now he had regained his composure. The gusting winds around him were picking up speed. “They do indeed look a fair match for you…but not for you and me! Let’s go, my dood Apostles! To battle! For Large!”

“FOR LARGE!” they all shouted as they charged forward.

“I’m…not dead yet…” moaned Large.

They ignored him.

Steel clashed on steel! Staff bashed staff! Bowstrings twanged and crossbows thunked. It was a right good old scrap — and while our heroes may have been a dood down, they had a trump card in the form of Gale, who for the first time, unleashed his full might.

Rara was locked in combat with the twin blade bood. She was kiting backwards, trying to fire off arrows at him, but he was fast, and pressing his advantage. That is, until Gale stepped in. Raising his hand to the sky, a thunderbolt crackled down from above. But rather than disappear in an instant, Gale bound the lightning into a spear of pure energy, which he threw at the boods. There was a flash, and then the twin-blade bood was gone as if he had never been.

Rara stood there for a moment. Then her face lit up and she started clapping. “Gale-sama! That was SO COOL. Thank you for saving me!!”

Gustipharts was quick to join in the applause. “Ah yes, all hail Lord Gale!”

A gust of wind jolted them from their reverent reverie. “After the battle, please. Now, let us have done with these boods!”

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They cleaned up the rest of the fight without too much issue: the boods simply could not stand up to the combined might of Gale and the doods working in tandem, especially with Gale’s lightning spears raining down on them.

The battle was over. Rara and Gustipharts ran to go check on Large, while Bobo and Marigold joined Gale in approaching the central cube — still levitating in the air — still containing the moaning spirit of a departed dood…or bood, maybe.

“Are we going to open it?” said Marigold, cocking her head to one side. “Funny sort of treasure, but treasure it is, I guess.”

“I heard the voice from here,” said Bobo. “It was asking for help.”

“Hm,” said Gale, looking at Bobo strangely. “You have an interesting connection to the spiritual world, young dood. Who are you again?”

Bobo shrugged. “Just a Warrior.” A hungry warrior out to save the godiverse.

Gale glanced back at the cube. It was hovering close to his eye level. He picked it out of the sky. He held it for a moment, considering. Then, with both hands, he simply twisted it open.

There was a sudden whoosh. The spirit of the dood flew out and down to the plateau where it suddenly and quickly coalesced. And then there was no more spirit, but another dood. He had a feathered cap on, and was holding a staff in one hand and a weighty tome in the other. He rapped his staff butt once on the ground. “Yo,” he said.

“Who are you?” asked Bobo.

The dood made a coughing “ahem.” Then he dabbed and shouted, “Why — I am none other than Balderdash the Magnificent!”

He coughed again. “‘Sup.”

“Uhh…” began Bobo. “You alright there bud? You were a spirit like just a moment ago?”

“Yeah…” said Balderdash. He looked over himself. “I think I’m alright. Just…” there was a loud rumbling sound. “Kind of hungry.”

Bobo smiled. “That we can solve.”

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They were lucky. After the plateau, Gale found another glyph to lead them back to the peaceful camping valley. Or maybe to another camping valley — it looked similar, at least, to the one they had visited before. But the atmosphere — a certain unpleasant foulness lingering in the air — put them on guard. As the party approached the center of the valley and reached the campsite, the odor grew stronger; from the discarded junk lying around it was clear the boods had rested here as well. They hadn’t exactly cleaned up after themselves.

Then the party approached the source of foulness, a seemingly innocuous pot lying on its side with detritus falling out of it. And the putrid smell…

“Oh my god,” said Rara in horror, her face paling. “Is that…”

Their new Mage companion shivered in disgust. “I’ve seen this before, though I prayed I would never have to see it again…”

Marigold looked close to fainting. She fell to her knees “How could they do this!? There isn’t any meat in there! Or sugar! Or…or anything junk food! It’s so…healthy! Oh god!”

Large, still feeling the after-effects of being hit from the sky by a rock, began to puke.

Gustipharts shook his fists at the sky. “What kind of god would do this to his followers? To take away the joy of eating all the most delicious foods and replacing them with…this! This healthy, flavorless mess!? CHAOS! You monster! Curse you! CURSE YOU!”

Bobo could not restrain himself any longer. He leapt into action, unsheathing his sword and cleaving the boods’ vegetable stewpot in twain before taking a powerful cleaving sweep to knock all the sickening leftovers into the stream to be washed away.

They stood there breathing heavily for a bit. The Mage finally came up behind Bobo and patted him on the back. “Well done, lad. Not easily done. Now let’s set up camp.”

They put together their camp in exhaustion and silence, the shadow of the terrible vegetable stew still looming over them. And Large was still somewhat worse for wear..

“Ow,” he said, as Rara and Gustipharts wrapped bandages around his bruised and battered body. “Rara,” he whispered.

She looked at him. He motioned her closer. He whispered something in her ear. She chuckled and whispered something back. He blushed and grinned.

“What did he ask you?” Marigold asked curiously as Rara walked away and left Large to take a nap with the worried Gustipharts watching over him. Rara chuckled. “He was worried we wouldn’t think he was handsome anymore. But I told him we both thought that he’s even more handsome now with all those cool bruises.”

Bobo, meanwhile, was reheating some of the stew from earlier for the newcomer. “So…Balderdash. What happened to you?”

Balderdash took a bite of the soup. His face went a slightly paler shade of yellow, but hunger is hunger and food is food and a dood’s gotta eat. He gamely continued. “Well,” he said as he chewed on a bite of fish-flavored sugarmelon. “I’m not really sure, to be honest. It was a long time ago. We were traveling — me and my dood companions — with our god…much like you guys now. We were fighting, fighting, fighting…we got right down to the bottom-”

“Wait a second,” said Bobo. “Why were you guys here in the first place?”

Balderdash put his stew to the side and considered. “Hmmm…our god…he wanted to go somewhere…” A lightbulb went off. He snapped his fingers. “The beach! He wanted to go to the seaside!”

“Uhh…the beach?”

“Yeah! Like a holiday. Or a daytrip.”

“There’s a beach at the bottom of this place?”

“Well that’s just the thing…we didn’t get to the bottom. There’s a monster down there. Huge! Chunky! And with a big tail!”

That sounded eerily familiar. Bobo thought back to when they were attacked in space by his goddess and her horde of creatures. Hadn’t there been a similar monster then? He let Balderdash continue his tale: “This monster was huge! As big as our god even. It was a helluva fight. But uh…”

Balderdash sighed. “I guessed we lost. Because the next thing I know, you guys’re waking me up.”

“You don’t remember anything about being a spirit? The Spirit Realm?”

“Not really. Although…” He thought for a moment. “There was something on the other side. Something that put me in that cube. Not sure why. Not sure how. But it was very powerful.”

“From the Spirit Realm?”

“Yeah.”

Suddenly Bobo realized he wasn’t the only one listening to Balderdash’s words. Gale loomed above them. “Could it be…” hushed Gale. “The Lost God of Dirac?”

Balderdash and Bobo looked up at Gale. They were joined by Rara, Marigold, and Gustipharts, barely holding up Large. Gale gazed down on them. “The battles before were nothing as they will be ahead, my young doods. But Balderdash here has spoken enough that I know I must press on, despite the challenges. Will you still join me?”

Gustipharts nodded. “Of course, Lord Gale!”

“Yeah,” joined in Large. He smirked. “Maybe I’ll get even more handsome.”

Rara smiled. “I’m sure we can do it together, Gale-sama!~”

Marigold sighed. “Not like we have any choice. But maybe I’ll finally get my treasure…”

Balderdash picked up his book. “I know a spell or two. And my quest is not yet done! I will see you all, safely to the seaside.”

Bobo crossed his arms resolutely. “Gotta save the godiverse somehow.”

Gale looked down upon them proudly. “Thank you, my Apostles. Prepare yourselves then!”

He left to go carry out some godly mysterious magical stuff. The doods stood there for a minute, then Balderdash spoke up. “That stew was disgusting. Can we find a place to get more food?”

They all nodded in agreement.

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At the bottom of the dungeon, a creature sniffed, then growled. It did not know what was coming. But it knew that it would tear them limb from limb before it let them get out of this dungeon alive.

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And that’s all for this week’s adventure! What did you think of it? Got any hot takes or out-of-this-world theories about what’s coming and why? Are you ready for the beach? Let us know! Join us on Discord, Telegram, and Twitter and talk with us about all things Apeiron.

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