Our Dragon-friend Victoria got introduced to everyone and promised not to eat the Campers but no, she won’t give rides. Petting is OK but some. She’s a busy Dragon and she has places to fly to. Out Pet Monster Phil got his share of scares and attention but soon enough even a giant caterpillar with a head of a lion gets accepted and even hugged. When it was turned into a Necro-Creature after attacking us, it was re-programmed as a large friendly dog so at this point it was basking in attention. The only other Teammate who is alive, is a Sprite named Fizz. He’s a Master of Air and has been very useful to us in that quality. He should be able to arrange his own Leveling Up and I have no idea how he does it. He told me he’ll survey our World and look after the Gatherers we’ve dispatched into the Forest for Ingredients.
I know I have promised to get the commoners out of the Barracks and into cottages but luckily the Barracks are still standing and the Barrack Chiefs, who abused the residents, have been under the strictest of orders to behave and I think, with their new Necro-personalities, they would not try to go back to their old ways. Thorough oversight and genuine interest in details from the Higher-ups does wonders to the local managers.
I need to map out the camp, I need to design those cottages, I need to learn if the Labs figured out something we could use for Building Materials – be it bricks or wooden logs. I need someone to calculate all forces and counter-forces but I have neither the necessary background in math nor the lab data on the materials which don’t even exist. I don’t have any properly-trained Architects in this World… Wait a second… We came across an Architect in the World that sent a Dragon at us. Surely it worked out great and we’ve “tamed” that Dragon and contacted their Officials and even taught one cocky high-ranking fool a lesson by “saving his life” and returning him home across the deadly Shimmering Veil. Nobody needs to know that he came back a Zombie – let’s not get too picky. They owe us a whole bunch of stuff – blankets, one-piece suits and whatever else. I’ll send my Necro-Drone to them again just to rattle their cages – figuratively speaking.
Not now though. I have something I need to attend first. When I have captured the Soul of the previous Camp-Boss, I’ve learned that he was a Librarian who managed to manipulate everyone into making him the King. He ruled with an iron fist keeping the low-levels from advancing and encouraging the bullies to torture and terrify the rest. And they did. They’ve supported him because he allowed them to be “on top” and without him they are miserable nobodies. I hate people like that – they are worse than the hooligans themselves. At least the later often outgrow it whereas the manipulating psychopaths get their thrills from the countless lasting scars on numerous good people who just weren’t strong enough to resist them. I must read his soul to learn his secrets but I’m not really eager to do it. I must and I can’t put it off any longer. Let me get into the Mansion he had build for himself and sit where his body is still laying in “Stasis” I’ve cast and just… do it.