• AdvancedGG Code:ThatSlime10

The Story Thus Far...In every story, the hero starts somewhere. A secluded hut in the woods, a town, a city, it doesn't matter. Every end has its beginning.In this particular tale, our hero startedHmm... That's odd.In this partiRight. This is getting us nowhere. Let's say that EVERY adventurer started somewhere. Maybe you, reading this right now, are an Adventurer yourself?Well then! Head on out and begin! The world won't save itself, after all. Let's see... Why not try attacking that simple Slime to start?...What? It's asking to be your friend? It gave you a sword and shield? ...It told you the location of a Dragon's Den?!Maybe don't act on that last one. Hmm... Well, Slimes are weak, typically. Maybe this one is lonely and just wanted to make a friend?Well, what harm could it do?

The Story Continues...In every story, the hero starts somewhere. A secluded hut in the woods, a town, a city, it doesn't matter. Every end has its beginning.In this particular tale, the hero started in the land of Dor Eris, sister isle to Dor Iris. Together, they formed a pair known as the Illusory Isles: The Eirin Nation.On one particularly boring afternoon, the hero was approached by a worried citizen. With all her belongings on her back and not a copper to her name, she pleaded for aid.An Ancient Earth Dragon had razed the nearby settlements, including the one she previously called home. This very same force of nature was headed straight for the capital city. The hero, doing what they do best, went to confront the Dragon themselves.Some time later...We find our story continuing where it left off. Together with their trusty Slime, our Adventurer has just returned from another adventure!As they part ways at the city gate, the Slime returns to the forest for a hard earned rest. As they enter the small, quiet clearing they call home, a crash from the skies erupts in the air.A massive winged creature and a smaller, shiny creature are engaged in fierce combat in the sky above the forest. There is an explosion of light and magic. After a brief moment, both creatures plummet to the dirt.As the smoke clears, the Slime observes two creatures, both still. First, the small humanoid. It has been charred to bits, save for some bits of the face. Of the other, winged creature, naught remains save for a few scales, the horns, and remnants of other anatomy too damaged to recognize.Looking down at them, a thought occurs to the Slime. Until now, the Slime has only been able to do so much to aid their Adventurers. What if the Slime had arms? Legs? What if it could wield a pen, a sword, a frying pan?The Slime mustered all its strength, courage, and creativity to imagine what these two creatures might look like as one. For the first time in its existence, the Slime attempted to shape-shift. With its new form in tow, it walked back to the city gates, eager to show all the Adventurers the little Slime had grown fond of along the way...

The Story Continues...Somewhere, in another world, children ready themselves for mischief. Screams of joy, delight, and terror can be heard echoing through empty alleyways. A warm, saccharine liquid floods the streets. Homes and streets are lined with strings of assorted lights as horrors untold unfold in the night...We return to find our Adventurers preparing for some holiday. It seems that even in the land of Uznair, children and adults alike celebrate the harvest season.But, hmm... Where is..?It appears our little Slime seems to be missing. Dear Adventurers, to find the slime, say Sl-What? That's the wrong universe? You all are no fun.Wait, do you hear that? In that abandoned shop, it sounds as though there is a commotion. Someone appears to be looking for something. Is that..?Ah, there they are. What are they doing? The Slime appears to be trying to drag that stool somewhere... Also, did someone lose a robe? Oh, I see. It appears our dear Slime wants to be part of the festivities! I think I recognize the outfit! What a lovely effort!What..? You see horns? And fangs? Nonsense, this is a slime we're talking about. They don't have those!Although, dear Adventurers, now that you mention it...It appears a bit... purple?

The Story Continues Ever Onward...Quests. In the world of Uznair, quests are endless. Always someone new to save, always someone new to find, and always someone new to slay.The Slime had realized something, however. In the course of meeting all these people, going on all these adventures, they had always been alliances formed from necessity. Transient. Fluid.Temporary.The Slime had nowhere to belong. At the end of every quest, the Adventurers returned to town and the Slime, to the forest. Alone.Some time had passed since the last adventure the Slime had signed up for. They had taken time to sightsee. To find what adventures they wanted to go on for themselves, not others.The Slime wandered for some time before winding up in a tavern they didn't recognize. On the sign by the door, a Crow eyed them up and down as the Slime entered.Several runes lined the doors, floor and ceiling. Candles lined the walls and tables. While dimly lit, the Slime felt safe. Almost like...There was no one in the Tavern to speak of. It looked to be under construction but on a table was a stack of flyers and sign up sheets. They all seemed freshly made and well made. That wasn't what caught the Slime's eye, however.On a counter in the far back, a single seashell was carefully carved into the wood. As if a siren song, the Slime couldn't tear their eyes away until someone cleared their throat behind them.In a panic, the Slime dropped the sign up sheet it was holding and hurried out of the tavern, assuming they had intruded.One tame afternoon, the Slime was approached by a new Adventurer, one they had never seen before.Our Slime has been blessed enough to go on so many adventures and meet so many Adventurers.This one, however, was different.They had heard tales of an Oilliphéist recruiting adventurers in the area but to see her in the flesh felt surreal. With beautiful, pink horns and a voice like starlight.She extended her hand and produced a single envelope, adorned with a wax seal. The Slime only had one thought."What? Smash? No, this is- ah, forget it. Come on, follow me."With that, the Slime followed the Oilliphéist towards adventure!What? What came next? Why, dear Adventurers, that story is yet to be written! But aren't you thrilled by the possibilities?

Boredom took the day, the same as any other.Vjera was browsing the quest board, the same as she did every morning. The Eikon of the hour slain, her crafting commissions turned in, and ingredients for dinner gathered...And it wasn't even noon.Vjera looked at the board one more time, just in time to see a fresh quest go up. "Healer seeking tanks to explore the treacherous Copperbell Mines!"Treacherous? A soft smile spread on her lips. It was all she could do to not outright grin ear to ear. This was clearly a newbie.The smile wasn't malice, she loved helping people. The thrill alone of seeing someone fall in love with adventuring sent shivers down her spine, clear to the tip of her tail.She took a deep breath, ripped the quest off the board and headed to Copperbell."I bet it's a Sage, there's been an uptick of them recently."Everything was as expected, a Black Mage in plain robes, a Dancer in comfy, breathable clothing. A small smile graced her lips once more... but the smile died the moment she appeared.Small, unassuming, in simple clothing... With an aura that made her heart ache. She briefly covered her face, not letting the small White Mage see the growing blush or awkward smile.If you asked Vjera to recount the dungeon, she could easily be considered a biased narrator.How did the first boss go?
"Fine enough, she never ran out of MP."How about the mob pulls?
"I did enormous pulls, but she was always able to keep up. Ever vigilant, ever ready."And the finale?
"She was breathtaking. Always ready to avoid attacks, never once letting me falter on my own."After the dungeon, everyone said their goodbyes...Except Vjera. With hands shaking with equal measures of anxiety and excitement, she chased after the small White Mage."N'mhara! Wait!"The small Miqo'te turned and beamed that same smile that melted her heart when everyone first gathered. Vjera let out an audible "Gh-!" before producing the Quest Posting."This was you, right?"The small Miqo'te nodded and handed her the payment for the quest before turning to leave. Vjera panicked and gently turned her around."I-..Y-You did really great today! I really hope I can see more of you!" Vjera produced a small slip of paper, wrote the ID of her Tomestone on it, and pushed it into N'mhara's hands. She turned bright red and winked at the small Miqo'te, praying her meaning came across.Upon returning to the guild hall, she turned in the card signifying successful quest completion."Alright, another successful quest, Ms. Aruza!"She blushed brightly and leaned in close. Her voice was a hushed whisper."Could you actually submit a Surname change? I'd like it to be... An'mhara..."The receptionist beamed up at her and nodded."Of course. I'm glad you finally found someone to worship, Vjera."She shot the young receptionist a scowl but the moment she turned, she smiled ear to ear and returned home to make dinner.