Day 39This was a first for Roger. He'd eaten a girl, and then been eaten alive himself. What was stranger was he enjoyed both. Not as much as Ester, that was very obvious! But yeah, weirdly relaxing. And even nicer to lay curled up in there with her. Admittedly if he'd still been human he likely would have felt claustrophobic squished into a little sac like that, but having a view outside the entire time while cuddling with her in there helped stiffle any feelings of being trapped. Also being bo

Day 38 part 3"Hah! We did it!" Roger said, Ester starting to relax at last, finally smiling."Yeah, we did. Though I didn't contribute much." She said, unable to purge the smile despite her earlier fears."Hey, don't diss yourself Ester! I wouldn't have been able to do this without you! Now, I'm gonna start setting up stuff in the new rooms. That's almost a third of a mile away to the south, starting a corridor from the back of my old core room towards a new one. I... admit I'm a little worried ab

Day 38 part 2On they went, stripping the dungeon as they travelled. Shelves, tables, chairs. True, wood wasn't a great resource, and his supply boxes soon ran out, but that was OK. He just started forming blocks of wood in one of his new rooms to the south.As Roger watched through Ester's eyes, and the weird senses of the knights, he marvelled at the scene. The dungeon was lit by typical torches in sconces on the walls, and he guessed that was normal as Ester barely even glanced at them as she w

Day 38It was the obvious choice. Take his 'light' powers and make a laser. Easy right?Seems not.His magic wasn't an option. Though Ester did say that, yes, people can make their spells into magic items that did the same thing as the original spell but it was very hard to do. Not only that but she never learned how to do it anyway so she couldn't teach him. So he went with option two. His light panels. They seemed more like spotlights so maybe he could tweak them to make a thin, high powered beam

Day 34 part 2"So, wrinkly yet?"Roger stared down, her laying on him in the bath. It was odd, he felt the tub he lay on, could sort of feel the water that he'd created, and felt her laying on him. Yet the water swirled through him under her body. He'd tried to swirl it under her earlier, to make some interesting sensations, but though he had made the water he couldn't seem to move it. Solid things he'd made, yes, with difficulty, but other stuff no... except her. Well, he guessed in a way he'd ma

Day 34It was only now he'd realized there were lots of bedrooms on his balcony level, but no bathrooms. Not even a toilet anywhere! Thankfully Ester didn't seem to need the latter, but he was right. She did want to clean herself. So, he worked hard, opening up a room beside the bedroom she'd picked and forming a room there as she watched a smirk on her lips, him building her a bathroom. There wasn't a lot of room between there and one of the fake rooms on the main passage so it ended up as a thi

Day 23Direction for his expansion was not quite as obvious as all that. With the layout of his tunnels the 'end point' for his furthest corridor seemed to point back towards what Ester said was other parts of the old dungeon. So he added a bend in the corridor at the end, turning ninety degrees left and extending out. Watching the knights crash through the wall (Ouch!) and then start crudely digging was... problematic. They were hardly designed for that. In fact...With a smile he got to work, us

Day 5Roger struggled to do... something. He could open doors, he'd got that down. Anything that hinged or pivoted, he could move. Little devices on the cookers in the kitchen area could twist... uselessly. He had no idea what they were for, but he could spin them around the stout metal rods they were mounted on. But shifting other things or actually changing anything? Nada, zip.The clank of metal on stone echoed into the Power room as he thought of it, where the Crystal Sink and the Channeller w

Day 4 part 3Ester stared at the crackling glowing crystals of the channeller, then across at the crystal sink. She'd seen a sink once before, though a broken relic in a Mage's study, not a working on in a dungeon. She'd read about channellers but knew little about them."That isn't enough, but it makes a lot." Roger... the dungeon Roger, said quietly as he stared at the channeller. "Before you came up I'd managed to get positive magic flow at least.""Magic... flow?" That wasn't how you said that.

Day 4 part 2Ester was starting to panic. If she was no use down here she wasn't sure Edgar would keep her alive. But, she was in too deep to do anything else. Why couldn't she have kept her big mouth shut! Getting indebted to this jerk was just... OK, not the worst, it could always be worse, but this was pretty bad.If she lived through this maybe he'd agree it payed off her debt. He better! Not that there was a lot to do about it if he didn't. Damned dungeons! She'd stayed well clear of the thin

Day 4Well, he could sort of sleep. He drifted, faded, but never quite passed out. Felt OK, but... odd that he couldn't really fall asleep properly.Days passed, pointlessly. He saw his energy tube fill, his other sense of energy/fullness/ strain whatever get full pretty quickly (far faster than the energy thing, which seemed to mean more that it held less, not that it recharged quicker) and... not a lot else.He did find he could order the knight-bots to do things and they just did it blindly. The

Day 1The main corridor had a lot of doors. A lot of doors that led, apparently, to lots of boring rooms. Each one was a small room, containing some dust, a table and a chair. That was it. It was only on the fourth door that it hit him.He could open these doors just fine, but hadn't been able to budge that swordsman at all. Roger stood there, staring at the simple door handle as he turned it and... felt it. Somehow he was both this image of himself and the door. Perhaps the only reason he could o

AwakeningThe world swam for Roger... he never quite remembered when it started, or perhaps when what had come before stopped. It was all just a blur. A white, fluffy blur of... nothingness.It seemed to go on forever.Perhaps it did. Whatever it was he just didn't care. He had absolutely zero inkling to do anything, or even think anything. It was sort of like that feeling you get sometimes when you're really ill, where the world seems fuzzy and you just don't care. Mix that with a good swirl of bl