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Book 4 Epilogue
🕑 Added 2025-09-22 18:44:43 +0000 UTCDear Honored Lord Ghoul,
Circumstances have prevented me from passing back through and giving my thanks personally for all the help you have given me, and so I thought I would make this the first letter I send as a Lord.
That’s right, Lord William Oh, master of a burned down Stronghold, a poisoned well, salted fields, and about twenty-two hundred starving civilians who were bussed up. The Paladin kept the Key Sites meticulously clear, so it’ll be weeks, maybe even months before monsters move in and The Tower makes a Key Site clearing quest.
…That bastard.
I know that as a Lord, I can request Doors now, but the cost is outrageous, and I certainly couldn’t send everyone back down a Floor with one Door.
…I also know that I could send you a letter through The System, but like I said, XP is tight. I’m saving up to pay off the bounty and remove the restriction on travel.
I’ve just enough to send Mason down to buy up all the meat in the 9th Floor. Once our logistician gets up here, he’ll be spending more time preserving monster meat than actual recordkeeping.
I see the plan now. These people are quick-drying concrete. Right now, they’re displaced, with nowhere to go, refugees in a liquid form, ready to go wherever they must to survive. But if I help them survive, they will build houses, families, farms, businesses. They will harden and set in place around me. By the time a Door or Key Site becomes available, they may no longer wish to leave.
I know the intent is to bind me to these people through habit, shared struggles and a Lord’s Obligation, but I see this an opportunity to catch my breath.
There are certain things I need to study before I head deeper into the Tower.
…That brings me to the actual purpose of this letter, even though in retrospect, I did vent a little more than I intended.
You told me you were a wizard.
What do you make of this?
(unintelligible scribbles)
It’s a rough approximation of a miasmatic structure I’ve discovered. I found it in the veins of my arm, and I believe it’s related to my Class and the System itself. I think it has something to do with Resistance, as my veins probably don’t need the benefit of any of the other Stats.
This is all just guesswork though, and requires much more testing.
I have an opportunity to peer deeper into the nature of Miasma and the System at large, and I would like to share it with you.
The deal is this: Come visit to the 10th Floor whenever you’re not busy shepherding Climbers on the 8th. Continue my lessons about magic and Miasma, and I will share my research on these miasmatic structures.
I could start from nothing for the sake of jealously hoarding my knowledge, but with your input I could progress FAR further than I could alone, simply by moving my starting point and springboarding off your expertise.
This could benefit us both.
Although…It occurs to me as I write this that you may already know everything there is to know about these miasmatic structures, and if so, I’m offering you nothing you don’t already have.
If that is the case, visit all the same and give me a few months to come up with a suitable bribe.
I hope this letter finds you well, and that I have not overestimated your love for the discovery and sharing of knowledge.
- William Oh, Lord of the Burned Stronghold
A spray of glass shards bounced off Fabron’s face, making a soft clink as it impacted against the goggles protecting his eyes.
“Damnit, why are we doing this again?” Fabron demanded, knowing the answer, but still seeking commiseration from his fellow indentured workers.
Fabron wiped the last of the glass dust off his cheek and glanced around, curious about the lack of response.
Clink, clink, clink.
He could tell by the sound of other workers chipping away at the glass, and the lack of screaming, that nothing was wrong. Rod was probably off taking a shit. His wheelbarrow was set down, half full only a few feet away.
The Abyss did I do to deserve this?
Fabron knew what he did, but he felt years of indentured servitude for a harmless grift was an outsized punishment. Especially considering how valuable a Climber above level 40 was, outside the tower.
It should be cheese, wine and women outside the Tower, but instead I’m breathing glass dust in a chain gang. Really makes you think.
Fabron considered it. Big fish in a small pond might honestly be better than a nobody among gods.
Since Rod was off who knew where, Fabron set down his tools and grabbed a chunk of glass that weighed more than he did, and with barely a grunt of effort, loaded it into the kid’s wheelbarrow, enough to make the wheels sink into the mud.
That’ll teach him to take off without letting me know.
Fabron took a deep breath and took a step back, inspecting the glob of glass.
It was a mountainous loaf of blackened glass the size of a castle, but it wasn’t a beautiful thing. It was a terrible, ominous ruin filled with bones, rough patches of burned carbon and riddled with cracks.
The glass was murky and patchy, barely acting as a binder keeping stone, bone and charcoal together. Air bubbles were everywhere throughout the structure, like someone had deliberately folded it to add them in.
As the story goes, someone did.
Fabron hadn’t seen it himself, but word went around. He’d heard that William Oh himself had used an Ability that melted the entire castle Fae Lord and all, then he’d stirred it up like a caramel confection.
I didn’t think William Oh was real. I thought he was just a story made up by desperate people to make themselves feel like anything was possible. In fact, I still think that. Nobody’s that amazing, even if the rumors are exaggerated.
Maybe it was someone else? Some other Lord who didn’t want the attention?
Well, I guess that’s one thing I’m sure of: Whoever or whatever did it is not to be fucked with, Fabron nodded to himself as he picked up his pickaxe.
Lord Bakton wanted to claim the clear area around the newly cleared Key Site. It was a large patch of good farmland, and The Lord insisted that he now had the power to keep the Fae at bay.
There was just one smudge on the valuable land: A huge lump of glass, stone and charcoal sitting directly on top of arable land.
Fabron didn’t believe that Bakton had a way to make farming work, but he didn’t really have a choice about his involvement in this project, so he just put his head down and broke off chunks of glass to be carted away.
At least it wasn’t deep mining or clearing out the more dangerous monsters at the edge of Bakton’s territory.
This was easy work, and he and the other criminal slaves knew it, so they dragged their feet a little, enjoying the safety and the fresh air.
Fabron heard the overseer’s footsteps in the distance, and he hefted his pickaxe.
CLANG!
With a crack, a layer of glass sloughed off the face of Fabron’s worksite, crumbling to the ground and just barely missing his feet.
When Fabron glanced back up, a skeletal hand was reaching out from inside the blackened glass.
“GAH!” Fabron flinched, raising his pickaxe to take a swing.
The skeletal arm hadn’t been reaching for him. It had simply flopped forward when it was released by the glass around it, but that was it. It wasn’t an undead fae looking to kill him and consume his life essence. Just an arm.
“Uugh.” Fabron slumped in place, heaving a sigh.
He heard the overseer coming closer, and he straightened up, raising his pickaxe, when a glint of gold caught his eye.
On the skeletal hand was a ring set with a fire opal. It appeared completely undamaged by the heat of the apocalyptic event that had buried it in glass and stone.
That doesn’t…Opal is a soft gemstone that is easy enough to damage. Gold melts easier than glass. And gold is squishy, too. A gold ring shouldn’t have survived, unless…
It’s a Relic. Spawned as the fae decayed into Miasma after the heat dwindled and the crushing pressures subsided.
Fabron’s eye widened as he took in the enormous glass loaf that towered over him. It no longer looked like an ominous testament to one Climber’s overwhelming power.
Now it looked like a gold mine.
Fabron inspected the ring.
Signet of the Burning Court
+4 Strength
+4 Kinesthetics
+12 Resistance
+15 Focus
+12 Acuity
+30% Fire Damage
Fire Abilities will not damage Party members.
Whenever an enemy is killed by fire, necromantic Abilities and minions gain potency until the end of battle or an hour passes. Scales with Focus
Burning Court Set Bonuses:
Half of potential damage dealt by the user is automatically converted to fire damage. Fire damage may burn Eidolons, Debt and Contracts. (2 items)
Drifter’s Luck becomes an aura that deals large amounts of fire damage to enemies within range. When the user is damaged, a portion of the Fire aura may be consumed to reverse the damage. Range and damage scale with Focus. (4 items)
Fire damage ignores a portion of enemy Resistance. Scales with Focus.
Gain the service of the Burning Court. (6 Items)
IT’S A SET!? Fabron’s eyes widened as his heartbeat skyrocketed. There was no WAY they wouldn’t find this and take it away from him.
But this could be my ticket to being a LORD. People will tell stories about ME. Screw William Oh, screw wine and women outside the Tower. I could have it HERE!
Crunch. A footstep only a few yards around the corner of the little area of privacy they’d dug out of the glass mountain.
Oh, crap.
The overseer was just about to turn the corner, and then it would be gone. He needed to hide it. but even if he managed to hide it and take it home, How could he possibly-
Inspiration struck and Fabron jammed his pickaxe a foot into the soil, yanked it out and tossed the ring in, burying the Relic in a single motion.
“FABRON!” the overseer barked as he came into her view.
Fabron flinched and stood, scraping his foot over the hole in a way that he prayed looked natural, filling the hole in with dirt.
The overseer was a mean old woman with steel grey hair, who didn’t have any patience for slacking. The other prisoners joked that she was part-fae, with how obsessively strict she was.
“I heard you shout. What are you doing?”
Heart hammering in his chest, desperately trying not to look down at the hole he’d just filled in. Attracting her attention to it would be a bad move. Fabron simply gulped and pointed at the skeleton arm dangling from the wall of blackened glass.
“A s-skeleton.” He stammered, not having to fake his nervousness.
She glanced past him to the skeleton, her expression icy.
“You realize it’s not alive?”
“Yes, ma’am!” Fabron said, nodding profusely. “Just startled me, is all.”
“Hmph.” She glanced down at Fabron’s feet, looking like she was about to say something, when her eye twitched, and she snorted, glancing around.
“…Where is Rodney?”
“I thought he was off taking a shit, but he’s been gone a while.” Fabron said.
“REALLY!?” the overseer asked, her expression turning demonic. “I suppose I’ll have to go find him and have a little chat.”
“Get back to work!” She called over her shoulder as she turned on her heel, scanning the surroundings.
Sorry about throwing you to the wolves, Rod. I’ll pay you back when I’m a Lord.
Once she was out of sight, Fabron glanced back down at the hole. He’d barely covered it at all, just enough to hide the glitter of gold at the bottom.
He spent a minute packing the dirt in tight, making it nearly identical to the earth around it save for an oddly-shaped piece of bone to mark it before he got back to work.
I’ll be back for you, he promised, memorizing its location before picking his pickaxe back up and slamming it into the stone with renewed vigor.
There were at least five more Set Relics in this blackened mass grave, and Fabron only needed to find one more to burn away the Debt keeping him enslaved on this Floor.
And after that…sky’s the limit.
Fabron started working hard, and when Rod finally returned, he goggled at the massive pile of broken glass and rubble accumulating around Fabron as he dug his way into the mountain of glass.
“Guess she got you too, huh?” Rod asked, rubbing the caning marks under his trousers and wincing.
“I’m just feeling super motivated. Let’s leave it at that,” Fabron said with a grunt as he carved away another chunk of glass, his eyes constantly scanning for orange glints of fire opal as he worked.
Everybody knew Set Relics followed a theme.
“Sure, sure,” Rod chuckled before his gaze turned to the wheelbarrow. “You bastard, you overloaded it!”
Fabron didn’t respond, just kept hammering away at the glass, eyes searching hungrily.
“Oookaaay…” Rodney said, picking up the wheelbarrow and grunting away with it.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I'm gonna take the rest of the week off to ponder book 5. I'll see you guys on Monday.
This is not common knowledge among the world, but for the audience:
A Set is created when you have a high concentration of miasma, a large amount of the same monsters, who have a common story that binds them together.
Basically, if you hunt a bunch of the same breed of monsters from all over the world and try to mix them into a set, it wont work, but if those same monsters were part of a clan that ravaged large swaths of the tower...that's a story that binds them.
The immortal serpent half-breeds unjustly slaughtered by a zealous church shared a story, as did the fae summoned by their lord to fight an outside threat who were burned to charred skeletons by overwhelming power.
Yep, Will made a second Set by accident. I'm picturing it as a pyro/necromancer build.
Comments
Sean Shivers
boosts all fire, necromancy, and baking
Hermit Yarma
What do you mean, pyro/necro? It should be pyro/confectionery! With candy boosting passives!
Joe
Macronomicon, bravo! He kneaded the area to kill the fae with the superheat from the lens and unintentionally cantriped Sourdough. Absolutely hilarious and unexpected. I can see this set becoming a whole can of worms and great side story potential, that could tie back in later in another grand unexpected story arc. Loved it.
Hell 5pawn
This is the second set he has made. One with purpose, and the second as an anecdote.
Diarmuid McGinnity
The bounty is gone. He’s theoretically free to go if he was willing to leave thousands of people to die but afaik he was gonna set up a stronghold for the next while anyway sooo… not too bad all things considered
Tyler Thompson
Honestly I'm a bit disappointed. Joined the patreon cause I saw the arc had an ending but I feel the paladin was too Mary Sue, figured out too many things, had to many counters and plans. Then this whole locked to the floor thing is kinda stupid. Killing him should have released the bounty. It makes the system stupid when a lord can just say "you can't leave" and its permanent. Now it's looking to be some loss of character agency to look after some random people.
Patron1kj6tz
Phantom hand causes Wills amulet to count as multiple items for the sake of set bonuses, how would sourdough interact with set items? Hypothetically if Will bakes 5 burned court items together with enough potency (0.75 additive + 0.25/5 average = 0.8 per item, 0.8*5 items=4 total) Would the resulting single relic give the 4 item bonus?
Ethan B.
TFTC!! Super cool way to have a new set appear.
Macronomicon
it's from A Knight's tale. i believe it springs from 'kicking' but is generally meant as physically beating someone in whatever way.
Milan Seyed Mahmoud
I love this story. I love how you're teeing up Will's growth into a de-facto lord with having to manage thousands of refugees, I love the frenetic energy and insane antics of the early chapters, I love how Caddock has been such an imposing and competent opponent for Will since we met him. I've gotten almost all I could ask for out of your work and I'll be happy to have more of it. But I can't help but feel we're missing one thing! During the break week, as a little treat, can we get an etymology of the word "fong"?
Alex Wicker
Rodney better be a Nethack reference.
Macronomicon
that got a serious guffaw out of me. It is done.
unmellow the gamer
Someone talked about travis having relationship drama. I think his fake girlfriend should cheat on him with another illusion.
Joshua Little
Thanks for the chapter.
Patron1kj6tz
I think it's because eidolons were used to kill them. They aren't automatically necromantic but they are necromancy adjacent.
Gorane
This was two postings ago, but I wanted to say that I feel like killing the paladin shouldve given us a more special notification or something. Unless ofc he wasnt really the Lord, but if he was Will for sure should have gotten some special notification and we should see it to drive home the "coolness" of it all. Also I think it might be a good choice to have him go to lvl 55 from killing Caddok, something about Lords giving unrestricted XP like bounties
Mariposa
Looks like Will has gotten a lot better at writing. I didn't see any misspelling. Which is suspicious.
Aloysius
Set would indeed work wel for Loth I think. And given how the woman seemed suspicious, it is likely they let him try all the harder to hack away the glass before taking the set. Will could use a favour from bakton to get the relic set he made back, hopefully
Akkido
I need to see the consequences of this set immediately. See you next week, Macro! TFTC!
Patron1kj6tz
Remember when Jason had Will's Set it empowered hand of fate and withering repudiation instead of phantom hand and aspect. The 4 item effect will change based on whoever is using it.
Gardor
You're telling me a lobster made your pasta?
Farxzay
Is it possible for Jason to harvest the same legend multiple times, if the memory wipe doesn’t activate? Or could that be a thing later after more sacrifices? Because, I was thinking, couldn’t he use that ability to make Relic Sets? The same story binding multiple items together? Combine that with Will’s relic crafting, and I could see them making some truly overpowered gear.
Gardor
"Lord Bakton wanted to claim the clear area around the newly cleared Key Site." ->super pedantic, but is it still a Key Site? "Newly Cleared" makes it seem like its a current descriptor of a key site, i think "former" would be a better word since it no longer is one. "Drifter’s Luck becomes an aura that deals large amounts of fire damage to enemies within range." -> is drifters luck an ability this guy has? Do relics people pick up usually detail how they change someones abilities in the normal inspections? Otherwise, isnt that a very niche quality for a relic, like someone's build would need to be purposefully crafted to get the most out of the set?
Patron1kj6tz
A muse has jumped me and is making me write this. A few possible timelines to the side alt Jason had a relic and or upgrade that cause Withering Repudiation to either deal aoe damage or have a contagious effect like the malignant sickle. For some reason alt Will asks alt Arkesh for a powerful relic(s) as opposed to ability upgrades, or maybe just asks "how can I make more Sets?", and gets directed to the temple with instructions to kill them all as close together, physically and temporally, as possible. Jason proceeds to mock a graveyard to death. Ridiculed Repose Set Bonuses: Ability modifier, exact effect varies significantly based on users abilities but typically adds bonus psychic damage. (2 Items) -based on cause of death Users body transforms into living steel. (4 Items) -based on monsters killed Psychic damage from the user ignores all resistances and immunities. (6 Items) -this would also allow pure psychic damage effects to target inanimate objects
whistler
Have we seen Fabron before? Very cool background plot either way. Also my phone autocorrected Fabron to fantom (bilingual setting on) and I think that’s kinda cool.
Patron1kj6tz
The following hypothetical just popped into my head and now I can't get it out. Back on the 7th floor if instead of one metal slime eating the tech priests stuff and blessed steel what if it was a colony of dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of slimes? The resulting slimes wouldn't be raid bosses and if used as sacrifices would be weaker but probably give similar abilities, however if someone killed enough of them quickly enough would that make a Set?
Edward Jeffs
Not sure why necromancy would be created by this set since it wasnt involved in the plot of the fae? It seems like it should be something more relevent to the floor and their shared history, and not just the way they died.
Aloysius
Probably the fact William Oh is a relic smith and previous (soft) set creator that helps with the creation of more sets as well
Patron1kj6tz
Fire damage ignores a portion of enemy Resistance. Scales with Focus. Gain the service of the Burning Court. (6 Items) Is there a missing (5 Items) tag or are both effects part of the 6 item bonus? Given that the other bonuses are at 2 and 4 I'm guessing the latter, but I'd like clarification.
McIntosh Ewell
Oh, and it would be a crying shame if Will never takes up the shedding skill. Imagine how much better he'd pair with Brianna if he could also make copies of himself
McIntosh Ewell
I wonder what kinda Set would be created when an entire religion is demolished under the heel of the Lord they wronged. Nice that Will is making good use of his cursed sight. Looking forward to what interesting tower hacks he, Loth, and Ghoul come up with.
Patron1kj6tz
2nd floor mook monsters presumably have A LOT less miasma than 9th floor elites, its possible the (kaith??? something with a K) bugs cant make sets without truly obscene numbers But it's still worth a try
Jaroslav Zapadlo
Thank you! I truly do enjoy the story. Keep pushing!
HUAAAANG
I want this guy to have a bright idea and turn it over to Bakton. I already like him.
King Eater
I like how Fabron went immediately from "I sure dont want to mess with gods that can melt a castle and hundreds of Fae like candy" to "fuck you guys, IM GONNA BE A GOD."
JhanicManifold
Oh that eidolon burning ability is gonna be nasty for will
Stanisław Drewienkowski
No future Lord can ascend without passing William Oh, so Fabron should hope the set also boosts quality of his character, otherwise he will become a glorified Set-Delivery boy
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Bro made a relic set on accident incredible
Exrotes
Lost or secret knowledge that going apocalyptic on enough enemies and concentrating enough miasma in a single event is what's needed to spawn sets? Sounds like someone should go down to the bug nest on the 2nd floor and nuke it into oblivion. Or maybe you need to do that and then not loot anything so the spawned relics can all soak together and synergize.
RedInkQuill
Will invites the wonderful wizard of odds. Rodney has an eye for gold in the quartzry.
Doggo
drinking beer and eating lobster pasta for my friends 18th bday and book 4 epilogue pops up what a blessing
