Rosetta

## Description

A former crawler, Rosetta is the host of a talk show called *Shadow Boxer*. Immediately after escaping the dungeon, she made a documentary about her home world named "The Other Side of the Glass". After that, *Shadow Boxer* was funded by the Open Intellect Pacifist Network.

Author of the 9th edition of The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook and wrote down dozens of explosives recipes in it.

## Appearance

She appears as a pale, pretty human in her early twenties with pale skin and a long flowery tattoo on her right leg.

## Cookbook Entries

Comrades, you know the high-level madness satchels, the bronze tier ones with the big yield? They are not as useless as they look. Because they randomly fall into rapid de-stability and explode, they are most dangerous unless they are in your inventory, of course. But with the 15-second waiting period after removing it, it makes them almost impossible to use because they can (and do) explode during those fifteen seconds. I have discovered a solution. If you can find or build an equippable backpack, they will not lose stability as long as they are in the backpack and the backpack is equipped. This also works for other party members if you wish to give them explosives to utilize. Use with caution. (Chapter 13, Book 3)

Never trust mercenaries. (Chapter 33, Book 5)

How can they do this? Do they not see us? Are we not real to them? We are the same. By the gods old and new, we are the same. Yet they kill us like we are nothing. Comrades, if I ever get out of this, which seems more and more unlikely by the day, I swear upon the moons I will spend the rest of my days making certain this evil is not only eradicated from the stars, but there will be accountability for their crimes. I swear it, I swear it, I swear it. (Chapter 12, Book 6)

Comrade, I agree. One day, we will make certain they all know. Our words will not be lost. I swear it. (Chapter 13, Book 6)

As fragile as they look, fairies and sprites can be difficult to kill. They're fast. They're magical. They're always on alert. They say luck is not a real stat in this place, but I think it is. The luck of these little monsters... it's unnatural. Something crazy always happens when I try to fight one. Be wary, comrades. But if you must fight them, pulls their wings off. They come off easily. That's where they store their magic. (Chapter 31, Book 6)

The only way for a crawler to move from one floor to the next is via a stairwell. That's it. It is an unbreakable rule. There is no skipping floors. At the end of Faction Wars, after the viceroys pulled out their last minute victory, a portal appeared, and several of the remaining fucks stepped within. It was all of them. The orcs, the viceroys, the operatics, even the nagas, all together, laughing as if they weren't just bathing in each other's entrails the day before. It appeared it was taking them to another part of the dungeon. Some sort of nightclub on a different floor for a victory party. They dragged several unwilling NPCs with them, including the librarian elves from the college, whose help was instrumental in our survival. A crawler tried to jump through the portal to save the NPCs, and he was stopped like it was a wall of glass. He tried casting a spell through the portal, but it did not work, though the attempt did catch the attention of the orc prince. The orc stepped back through the glass into the smoldering remains of Larracos, lassoed the crawler, and returned to the portal. The rope pulled itself within, and it cut the crawler in half. We watched as the orc and his friends laughed, just there on the other side of the glass. It was the last crawler they killed, of the thousands who fell during that pointless game. Tonight, I will dream of watching them burn. Tonight, I will pretend I was smart enough to find a way to lance them from afar. Comrades, I hope you help me realize my dream one day. (Chapter 61, Book 6)