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AVARITIA DUNGEON LOG
Once the Executors have steeled themselves for the confrontation with Greta (or whatever Greta might have become now her Authority has been reclaimed) it's time to descend into the Avaritia Underside. For those Executors new to the team, this is going to seem like a terrible trecharous climb down, but don't worry! The real danger waits down on the Underside below. And going by the lights and noise drifting up to meet you, it's not going to be any more welcoming than the Layer that came before...
THE UNDERSIDE
♪♫ MagiCatz – Sakuzyo Descending into the Avaritia Underside is like willingly throwing yourself into the deepest, darkest pits of sensory hell. The Greed Layer has never been a particularly friendly looking place but with it distorted into a labyrinth of flashing neon signs, oversized casino machines and Revenants swarming the streets, it's as though everything that makes Avaritia unbearable has been turned all the way up to eleven. It's... not a fun place to be! To make matters worse, things are loud here – as well as all the noise from the casino machines, music blares from an unseen source and the Revenants laugh and chatter and babble between themselves even as they fight and kill for the grubby Nova coins that can be found scattered around. It's a deeply unpleasant place to be, but this is where Greta has ended up and if you want to proceed then you have no choice but to plunge into this neon-drenched hellscape. AREAS OF INTEREST ⚝ Main Street: There are many other clusters of activity around the Underside, but the main street that makes up the center of the Underside is certainly the biggest and the busiest. Whatever buildings might have made up this street before are long gone, some crushed and destroyed by the regular outpourings of coins from the giant slot machines and some having been ravaged and destroyed in some fight or other between Revenants. The street is lined with grubby, battered novas that have changed hands so often that the metal has worn smooth. Even so, the Revenants here fight over the money viciously, biting and scratching and killing over even a single coin. The more novas any individual Revenant is able to keep its hands (or, uh... claws?) on, the stronger it appears to be. And lurking at the mouth of main street is an absolutely enormous Revenant, lording over a horde of coins bigger than any you've ever seen before – and it doesn't seem inclined to share them with you. ⚝ Fort Nyx: The already labyrinthine layout of Fort Nyx's underground vaults has somehow managed to get even more confusing with the transition to the underside. The upper layer that once housed the bank has vanished entirely, leaving wibbly wobbly corridors that snake down deep into the depths of the vaults. You'll want to move fast as you travel through here, as the vault doors will occasionally burst open and a particularly aggressive Revenant will burst out, intent on protecting whatever meager treasures it's managed to collect and keep in the safe. Press further in and you'll eventually find yourself at the Underside's equivalent of Vault #0. Greta isn't here to greet you, unfortunately, but you do at least have another Revenant to occupy your time with! ⚝ Et Voila Casino: See for yourself. HAZARDS ⚝ Sensory Overload: Avaritia's Underside is, unbelievably, even worse than Avaritia itself in terms of apparently doing everything it can to send you running with a migraine. Lights flash, neon signs blare and the noise is almost unbearable. With all this on top of the natural distortion to the Underside's geography, this makes trying to navigate extremely difficult and can be dangerously disorienting when it comes time to fight. ⚝ Structural Damage: Many of the buildings around the city have fallen into disrepair due to the presence of the Revenants here. Most concerningly, many of the signs have some degree of damage to their wiring or electrical supply and may spark or flicker or even shock Executors who get too close. Be on your guard! ⚝ Avalanche!: Occasionally, the oversized slot machines that line the streets will hit on a prize and immediately pour an wave of novas into the streets. On top of the danger posed by the rush of Revenants that will come hurrying in to claim the coins, there's a very real chance of an unlucky Executor being crushed under the tidal wave of metal, causing horrible injury if not outright death. ⚝ Revenant Types Present: Ficino, Rigaud

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[Yeah, Medic's just bouncing up off the floor and onto the slot machines like a cat that saw a weird bug. Not sticking around here, no thank you. She's going to dash along the top of them and try to parkour her way closer to Mammon, snapping the blades of her scissors at her tail if she can get in reach.]

She's in critical condition, keep it up! [World's most intense game of "the floor is lava", PVP edition, go.]

[Ruin stands his ground long enough to chuck more fire at her though he's, honestly, surprised it's doing much considering she is also vomiting burning hot metal. But if Medic says she's in critical condition then he's not about to question it.

Then he turns to start ushering Achilles towards the nearest machine.]

C'mon! I'll give you a leg up. [And then Achilles can pull his heavy ass up, hopefully. Though he does grumble as this is happening-] just had to trade wings for horns didn't ya?

[ Oh he will gladly accept that help and return it as well, harp tucked under his arm as he reaches down and helps pull Ruin up. At hearing that grumbling though he smiles a little sheepishly. ]

W...Would it help at all to know I couldn't fly with them even when I had them?

[ Fucking Feathereds and their semi-useless wings man.

Once he's got Ruin up though, he's eyeing Mammon again. ]

My harp can do projectile damage so we have that at least... it's just a matter of making sure she doesn't hit us with any more surprises... and that we don't melt.

[ To that end he takes the harp and strums it again, dealing another slash attack to Mammon. ]

Both Achilles and Ruin's attacks strike true, with Achilles dealing a critical blow's worth of damage to really bring it home. The combined damage finally disables one of her wings and Greta goes crashing down, right into the boiling gold she'd been pouring out across the floor.

As she crashes, both Ruin and Achilles see brief flicker of disconnected images - hard to make out but clearly originating from Mammon. It seems to be the same phenomenon experienced by Monarch, last time.

... so which one of you wants to strike the final blow and find out for sure?

[Sorry, did you say "fuck around and find out"? Medic has you covered.]

[Reflexively, she heals herself back up to full, knowing that if it goes wrong she's not going to want to try and fight her way out of this while already injured.]

[She eyes the great, maimed dragon carefully, mentally reviewing everything she knows about the relevant anatomy- reptile and Revenant. She readies her scissors, aiming for a precise spot, a place at the back of the neck where she thinks she can sever Mammon's spinal cord without drawing the process out too much.]

[First, do no- unnecessary- harm.]

[She aims. She leaps. And she makes one last cut.]

The good doctor's blow strikes true and there's only a moment of feeble resistance from Mammon before the blades close and the fight is at last over. Mammon's eyes slide close and in the instant it takes for her final struggles to ease, the liquid gold rapidly cools until it's merely warm and brittle under Medic's feet, like a puddle in winter that hasn't fully frozen through.

Of course, she only gets a fraction of a second to appreciate the relatively solid ground under her feet before her vision and her senses are completely taken over by something else.

The first thing that registers amidst the cannon blast of information straight to the brain is an almost crippling sense of claustrophobia.

A young woman, with tired eyes, who looks as though she hasn't had a good night's sleep in far too long crammed into a tiny cubicle in an office flooded with identical spaces. There's no sense of time here, just the sense that this day is a drop in an ocean of identical days, weeks, months. Years. Her life poured down the drain to earn the pittance she needs to make sure she can get from one paycheck to the next. She manages to keep a roof over her head, but that's it. There's no point in hoping for anything more than that.

But then one day – completely out of the blue – she wins some money. Not a fortune. But a decent amount. Enough to spring for a vacation for her and a friend to visit a place they've always daydreamed about going to see one day. Vegas is just as bright as she's always thought it would be and of course, if they're in Vegas, they have to gamble. Greta doesn't mind putting down a hefty bet, just for the fun of it.

And she wins again. And again. And again.

Enough that the casino eventually ask them to leave.

Her friend asks her what her secret is.

Greta replies that she's just lucky, with a smile, and decides to keep the cheating to herself.

The money is enough for her to finally quit. Walking away from that shitty office building is like being reborn. She can finally live the life the deserves to live, no more wasting all her life as an office drone. She can't get past the high of walking out of the casino with a hefty few hundred thousand to her name, so she returns to Vegas again and again. She's gravitated now from the same old casinos on the strip to smaller bars, smaller games, bigger stakes and bigger payouts. She learns new tricks, she gets richer, she gets smarter.

Unfortunately, so do some of the people she's playing against.

The last thing Greta remembers is the voice of her opponent, telling her in silky tones that it's truly impolite to try and heat a friend out of his rightful winnings. She feels the hard, cold press of a knife sliding between her ribs with no resistance and then... then she feels nothing at all.

Nothing but the savage fury of having her victory taken at the last moment.

... just like this one was.

Medic opens her eyes with a throbbing headache that her healing abilities can't quite rid her of and the last ghosts of Greta's desperate greed thrumming along with her heart.

But moments later... even that fades, leaving only the gold and the body of the enormous dragon.

EXECUTION COMPLETE

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