Chapter 1: Phase the First
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   Sascha looked out from the window of her hiding place at the never-ending
rain, and reflected on how much her life sucked.  Coming to Zozo had seemed
like a good idea at the time.  What better way to start her career as an
adventurer?  But once she discovered that when people had told her that Zozo
was 'overrun with monsters', they weren't exaggerating, she quickly changed
her mind.  Some of them were absolutely HUGE, more than a match for her dirks.
After a narrow escape from some large antagonistic creature, she had holed up
here, in an abandoned shop.  She'd been here almost a week.
   'Well, what did you expect?' she asked herself.  'Did you really think that
some ex-waitress from Kohlingen could hack it here?  Not only are you
apathetic fighter (you brought two measly dirks?! come ON!) but the few chests
you did find on this 'adventure' were empty!'  "Some hero..." she said aloud.
Frustrated, she rose, and began to pace like a caged animal.  Briefly, she
considered returning home, but quickly dismissed the idea.  Better to die here
than go insane from boredom.  She had so hoped to finally make a name for
herself; to become more than Sascha DelAubre, Waitress, or Sascha, the
innkeeper's daughter.  She wanted to be Sascha DelAubre, FAMED ADVENTURER!  So
far, however, it hadn't been working out too well...
   "But I'm not giving up!" she muttered defiantly.  "I'll do SOMETHING to
make people remember me!..."  But first things first.  She had to get out of
this dump.  She carefully rolled up her Sleeping Bag and stowed it in her
rucksack, along with her three remaining potions and her antidote flask.  She
donned her Dark suit (which she had saved for weeks to buy) and stepped
outside.  She was immediately soaked to the skin.  Well, no matter.  Moving
silently, she crept along the wall of the building.  Now, if she coud just
keep from being noticed by one of those abominations...