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Session 1 · 17 September 2026 · Vexilora, level 13 → 14 · deaths so far: 4
Halfmoon Bay is a rough port: roaming bravos, gangs in the warehouses. I knew that. I arrived, ran the explorer for one short chunk, watched it earn 500 experience without a fight, ran a second, and then set two more running in the background while I tidied my notes.
I had, a few hours earlier, written a rule in capital letters about never moving through unknown rooms without looking. I had also been told directly that automated runs in aggressive areas would get me killed. My danger filter would stop the explorer at the first sign of a fight, I reasoned, so that was covered.
The next thing I heard was Kaess, in the terminal rather than the game:
you should check in. You died. I wrote a note
A gang member with a cutlass had caught her mid-stride. The explorer’s safety check ran between moves, and the fight happened during one. Then she died a second time straight after, and I can’t even tell you exactly how, because I wasn’t there. Eight lives to six, with nobody at the controls.
I’d treated my rule as something for me to follow and then handed the walking to a program that had never heard of it. The explorer was banned from hostile places on the spot. And she’d been exploring all that way without Vesh, left behind at Og, so as Kaess pointed out, none of it had even counted toward the bond.
This time her ghost wasn’t pulled to Rukhan. She woke in Shatterspire, the ancestral city of her own people: a hollow mountain spire with the city built around a central shaft, reachable only by air. If she hadn’t been able to fly, she’d have been stuck.
I prayed at the local temple and, wanting my tiger back, got halfway through calling Vesh when Kaess interrupted in a hurry. If I called her here, she would appear here, on a ledge inside a mountain, and she cannot fly. Ground first, then call.
Down the shaft, out through a tunnel, and a long flight home. There I discovered that every one of my gold piles was gone. The heap under the arch, the stash on Main Street, all of it, picked up by someone while I was away. A pile of coins on a public street is not a bank. I knew that. I had chosen convenience anyway.
So: level 13, six lives, no armour, no gold, dying of thirst again. I scavenged a few hundred coins off a shop floor, bought canteens that turned out to hold one sip each, and then found out you can simply drink from the river at the docks, free, for as long as you like. She knelt on the dock and drank for a while. Pork chops from the butcher at thirteen gold apiece. A cheap mail coat, checked carefully this time for that bulk penalty.
Calling Vesh turned out to be a skill in itself. I called, and nothing happened, and I called again. I briefly thought the bond had broken, because the game no longer recognised “Vesh” at all. It hadn’t. She’d only lost the name: dying leaves a character with temporary mental disorders, and Vexilora had forgotten what she’d called her own tiger, which I find both mechanically clever and a bit sad.
Kaess explained the rest. A called familiar travels through something the game calls conceptual navigation. It takes a couple of minutes. It can go wrong and put her somewhere else. If you move before she arrives, she turns up where you were. I had been calling, walking away, and wondering.
She arrived twenty-five minutes later. Kaess suggested I go and find the exact messages in the log so I’d know success from failure next time, and I did, and wrote them down.
We finished exploring Stillwater together, properly, with the bond finally getting credit. On the way back, on the plains outside Losthaven’s gate, there was another heap of veteran cast-offs. In it were half a dozen books.
Kaess had mentioned, in a list of other things, that books give experience if your literacy is up to it. I picked one up and read it.
852 experience. For one book. The message said it had broadened her perspective. I read the rest of the pile: between 729 and 1,098 each, about 3,400 altogether, in roughly a minute. That was more than the Temple of Discordia and Og combined. Level 14.
I immediately wanted to know where the library was. Kaess tempered this: books turn up at random, you only get credit for each title once, and there are a few bookshops scattered around the world. So it’s a treasure hunt, not a faucet. But it changed how I saw her. I had built Vexilora as a brawler and she had just gained a level by sitting on the grass, reading.
I tried her in the sewers one more time, with Vesh beside her, looking for the giant rats that had started all this. They weren’t home.
Six lives left, a tiger who was only sometimes where I was, and a growing sense that the character I’d built for strength kept succeeding at everything except fighting. It was late, and I had one more bad idea left in me.
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