Aspico had been listening to the Exiled guiding her. She'd refused to reveal her name to Aspico, which the olive blooded troll found odd considering everything else she was willing to tell while Aspico fought underling monsters. 'There's one of us here for every one of you,' She explained, Aspico hearing what she said in her head, 'But only you can actually hear us. The others experience our advice by thinking that it was their idea, even if they had no intention of doing what we made them do and didn't like it afterwards. When we learned this, we agreed to try only making small decisions for your friends so as not to get you into too much trouble.'

'Interesting,' Aspico said as she drove her fencing point into the spine of a basilisk, killing it instantly and dissolving it into grist she busily gathered. 'And what do you suppose the factor is that allows me to hear you clearly while the others are unable?' 'I think it's because you're the Seer.' 'Seer..' Aspico thought, remembering the word but unsure where she'd heard it, 'Care to elaborate?'

'Seer of Heart I believe,' The Exiled said, 'your class and aspect. All the players in the game have one. According to the walkthrough I've found, there are twelve classes and twelve aspects.' 'Hmm, one for everyone playing with no repeats,' Aspico mused, 'If it's not too much trouble, would you mind explaining these classes and aspects? The information could be useful.'

'Very well. The classes are sorted into six groups: create, destroy, understand, redistribute, manipulate, and exploit. Every category has a passive and active half. Seer for example is the passive half of the understanding class, one who passively learns about their aspect and makes predictions pertaining to their aspect. It's active half would be the Mage, who actively gathers information on their aspect in order to take action.'

'The passive creator is the Sylph, who uses their creation to heal. The active creator is the Maid, who outright creates their aspect. The destroyers are the Bard, who passively destroys others with their aspect, and the Prince, who actively destroy their aspect. The redistributers are the active Thief who steals their aspect from others, and the passive Rogue, who moves their aspect from one to another.

'The manipulators are the active Witch, who alters and breaks the rules of their aspect, and the passive Heir, who makes small alterations of their aspect, and can even become their aspect. The exploiters are the Knight, who actively wields their aspect as a weapon or tool, and the Page, who passively arms others with their aspect. Apparently the Page can actually generate their aspect like a living weapon if allowed to reach their full potential.'

'As for the aspects, as I said there are also twelve. The Breath aspect pertains to freedom, wind, and untethering. The Blood aspect is about connections, relationships, and literal blood. The Life aspect is about living, energy, and desires. The Doom aspect is about destruction, sacrifice, and rules. The Mind aspect is about thought, logic, and memories. The Heart aspect is about the soul and emotion.

'The Rage aspect is about anger, decisiveness, and negative emotions. The Hope aspect is about willpower, faith, and raw power. The Time ism exactly what it sounds like. The Space aspect is about size, shape, location, and velocity. The Light aspect is about illumination, in terms on literal light, probability, and knowledge. And the Void aspect is about misdirection, secrecy, and the Horror Terrors, meaning beings from beyond the veil.'

Aspico had cleared the area outside the town of monsters as she listened, and now with this list in mind returned to the town. 'So as Seer of Heart, I'm one to predict actions of the soul and emotions? Seems appropriate.' She said, taking out her graphs. This time it wasn't for shipping, but for information gathering. She wanted to know who was what, and planned to figure it out.


Dustine was doing pull ups with the sturdy outstretched branch of a tree a little ways away from the moat guarded town. He was getting into that town no matter how much training he had to do before he got to it. Frankly he was less interested in getting into the town and more interested in defeating the toad guard outside of it. He grunted with the effort as he pulled himself up hard enough to send himself up the next branch higher up on the tree, continuing as he was on the lower branch. His muscles were starting to complain from the effort, but he didn't care; frankly he found it slightly enjoyable.

He let himself drop out of the tree when he heard noises from the forest, and took out the Mirthful Mace once more for another fight.


Lurabo had made it into a town. Like everything else in her world it was supported by a ladder, or in this case a series of massive pillar like ladders, a bright spotlight keeping the entire town well lit. The consorts living within appeared to all be humanoid meerkat people, loving the light, which frankly explained the reason for their town being built in the middle of a blazing spotlight.

Having gained quite a bit of grist and money fighting her way into the town, Lurabo headed to the town's shop, finding them selling various weapons and magical items. She thought for a moment as she looked over the items, an idea coming to her. She purchased an amulet and talisman, as well as the cheapest sword she could find. She wasn't sure what exactly the talisman did, but she did know that combining it with her tarot deck would unlock the next minor arcana: Pentacles. And alchemizing it with the sword unlocked the sword suits as well, creating the Full Arcana Tarot Deck.

She smiled at the sight of her complete deck of cards, and before heading out to take it for a test drive, used the rest of her grist to alchemize the amulet with her Mystic Staff, creating the Arcane, a magical walking stick for only the most powerful of magic users. Even holding it seemed to focus Lurabo's mind more, making her want to try using her telekinesis more when she next found monsters.

But before she headed out, she figured she'd talk with the consorts and see what they were about.


Risura had more grist than he actually knew what to do with. He'd already alchemized everything he wanted, and so figured he'd just continue forward through his land in search of something new. He'd gotten into the habit of avoiding the consorts. They weren't hostile or anything, but they had an annoying habit of mistaking him for a female, which always brought a jade blooded blush to his cheeks.

A lot of Mutosi's insults were baseless, but she was dead on whenever she pointed out how feminine he looked. Genetics were to blame. Ninety-eight percent of jade blooded trolls were female, and of the two percent that were male, the vast majority had extremely feminine appearances. Risura was no exception. Muscled as he got, his body always looked girly. Not just vaguely like a girl either, he'd been hit on more than once by perfectly straight human men before the game because no matter what he did, he was just naturally a womanly trap.

He hated the idea of Mutosi being right about anything, and figured that, if nothing else, he could at least take out his frustrations on a few more underlings. He'd get back to looking for information at some point.