Ace Reporter Mikumi
Hello, I'm Mikumi, PH, ace reporter, artist, and Vandal warrior. This page is meant to showcase my previously published work until the archive feature is implemented for the Gazette (hint hint, admins! :P)
Without further ado, here are my articles (my first is at the bottom, newer ones at the top):
The Tragedy Behind the Daily Dungeon
Author: Mikumi
Editor: ChongWang
You have to admit, most of us NEaBers have descended the stairs to the Daily Dungeon in search of a hefty reward at least once. In many cases, it involves seeking out a specific person to deliver an item, but be honest – how many times have you questioned the placement of these people? Surely, they can’t want to live in that dank, filthy dungeon!
Well, I set out to discover the answers to these questions. What I found was rather disturbing.
The first thing that I noticed when I embarked on this investigation was that the guide that was taking me up to Otshadow seemed fidgety and nervous when I mentioned my mission in passing. He seemed to quicken his pace and change the subject on me whenever I tried to bring it up. When I got to the dungeon, I decided against telling the apparent housekeeper, Gator, about my real reason for going there. I just went along with the assumption that I was looking to get some gold and experience. After dodging traps, and combating aggressive foes, I found Nada. I tried to make small talk, but all she could tell me was that she was busy – even though all she was doing was sitting at an empty table.
After that, I found Kasim. I asked the questions that I came to ask – who was he, how did he get into the dungeon, and all that, and he almost looked like he was about to answer me in earnest – until he screamed and went through some horribly painful-looking contortions, and then suddenly calmed down and gave me the same answer as Nada had. I was shocked. Unsure of what to do, I tried sneaking the next tenant outside – it happened to be Ballard. It was rather easy, sneaking him out. I just draped some leathers and hides over him, told Gator it was good hunting down there, but I needed more potion, and then got out of sight of the dungeon keeper.
I interviewed Ballard, and apparently, he used to look for shipwrecks as a living. “It got me a lot of gold,” said Ballard, “and helped us piece together some of our world’s history.” I asked him how he came to the dungeon, and apparently, he was just like any other adventurer when he first stepped in.
“I did the quest every day to gain experience, and I’ll admit, I was seeking a bit of a thrill to spice up my day,” he stated. Just when he began to speak of how he came to get stuck in the dungeons, Gator came out of the house and started yelling threats, so I had to run off. I felt horrible as Ballard was literally dragged back to his involuntary job, kicking and screaming, but there wasn’t much that I could do.
The moral of this story? Try to smuggle as many residents as you can out of the daily dungeon next time you’re there. Wouldn’t you be desperate for escape if you were in their shoes?