Elsewhere, hiding in the forest, was a mage. He was the one that helped the brawler in his assault upon Night Silver's adorable, cute, precious little girls. This man was clearly in a cold sweat, and breathing heavily.
Why do I feel so exposed like this? I've used perfect unknowable, and a few other stealth skills from my cash shop items. I should be completely undetectable by anyone. Even that freak of nature… He paused his thoughts as an extremely terrifying thought popped up into his head. No, surely not. He gulped. "There's no way that she could spot me, could she?" He muttered in a soft breath.
A few moments of silence went by, and then a voice came from behind the man, sending the chilliest of shocks through his spine. "Oh? And who is this she? And what could she do?"
The spells surrounding the man instantly vanished the moment he began to cast one of the numerous varieties of teleport. However, he was soon lifted up and pinned against a tree, choking as the slender hand's grip tightened. Though this grip was enough to choke the man, it wasn't enough to kill him, nor prevent him from speaking. "How, did, you-" He managed to ask, before the choke hold tightened just enough for him to shut up.
With a devilish smile, the woman spoke. "I'm the one asking questions here. Not you, understand?" She questioned slightly loosening her grip once the man nodded. "Good, that's proper behavior. Continue to be a good little boy and maybe I'll let you leave here in one piece. Do you understand me, you dirty child killer."
The man, with a cough of blood, spoke to answer. "Yes, Lady Night Silver." Fortunately for the man the blood he spat up had just barely missed his captor's body, else he may have very well suffered a fate far worse than death, for who knows how long.
"Excellent. Now, tell me, in detail, how you came to this world. I want the story from your perspective first. And then you can give any other details that your friends shared with you." She demanded, and let the man down. Though, this was extremely painful for the man as he had effectively no armor, and the tree bark cut deep into his back. But, his feet could help support his body weight instead of his neck.
Once the man had been subjected to this treatment, his brain raced. She said there was a chance I could leave here in one piece. Assuming she really meant that, and the best case scenario is that I do… She could still render untold hell upon me and then just heal me up after the fact. In that case… I ought to tell everything there is.
The man gulped as his captor's face was clearly growing impatient. I see, she really wants to kill me, but she's got the resolve needed not to, just to get the information she wants. So… it's either endless torment or… spill the beans and potentially save a few levels. Eak! That face is so beautiful but deadly terrifying…
The man began to relay every last detail he remembered about how he and his friends were teleported to this new world. Everything down to the equipment, the number of players, and even their skills. There wasn't a single detail left out, unless he didn't know something, in which he would say "...I unfortunately do not know anything more about this…" it was a rather hilarious sight to behold.
While this man was relaying everything he knew. A few of the Nadarian women were fiercely writing everything down. Night Silver was also keeping a mental recording of this event for the future. But she did want her people there, if only to show that she was a beloved, and cherished guide to her people. This was made abundantly clear in the style of writing the women had, always referring to Night Silver as all manner of different titles like; "... Then our wonderful goddess said…" , or "…Mother goddess majestically scolded the foul heathen, off with his head!...", or "...The demented man, could do nothing to stand up to her divine majesty, our bountiful and beautiful goddess!...".
The words used to describe the situation were rather lofty. But it really did show exactly how her people saw her. It made her feel great, all warm and fuzzy inside. Enough to think about giving these ladies a reward later. Though it was all fun, the time came to end, as the man finished relaying everything he knew, including all the details up until this current meeting.
"I see, so then, there were eight of you that were brought here. And you're currently holed up in that giant floating castle of yours. Though you can't avoid scouting missions, and you kill the other dragons whenever you get the chance."
"Yes, Lady Night Silver. It is as I have said. I also told you that our items that prevent level drops weren't restocked before the transfer. So we've been relying on other means."
"Yes, the ones that reduce your level by 1 or 2 levels depending on a randomizer. 50% and above you lose 1 level, but also take double durability on the item. Or 49% and below you lose 2 levels and have a normal durability loss, but you also have a timer."
"I've died twice since arriving here, and I've lost 2 levels. So my item doesn't have many uses left."
"Yeah, I get it. It's unfortunate…"
"Huh? I don't understand…"
"Oh, no, I mean it's unfortunate you didn't have a high level crafter in your ranks. If you had more than just an average ability to manipulate materials, I'd have been able to come up with a way to work with you idiots." It really is a shame this is the case. Ideally, I'd like to slaughter them endlessly. But their guild base is no joke. And there's always the option for them to attack my home too. Damn them. "Well, in any case, Tus Nadair has made an agreement of sorts with the great mother of the dragons… Reluctantly of course… I'm sure you'll learn of the rest of the details at some point. Now then, it's about time you die…"
"Huh? Wha?"
"Oh? That's right, I've been poisoning you this entire time, have fun dying." She smiled as she let go.
The man fell, silently attempting to curse the woman in front of him… But died before any words came out.