Cryptmother: Bride of the Dungeon Core

... And now apparently her sham marriage was supposed to be keeping the fabrics of the universe tied together. Great.

Necromancers are NOT bargain bin healers!

But that hasn’t stopped any of Graverra’s previous adventuring parties from making her try. After a lifetime of being horribly misunderstood by her peers - like it's her fault mage armor looks like that? - Graverra glitches into an undiscovered and under-leveled dungeon and is finally presented with a marvelous opportunity to shed her support role; all she has to do is make a pact with the enigmatic and infuriating dungeon core and spend her days in wedded dungeon mistress bliss…

Or has she only traded in one support role for another?

Between an emotionally stunted dungeon core husband who still won’t swap out his avatar for a human body and some nagging celestial entity for a mother-in-law breathing down their necks, on top of all the usual worries of running a functional dungeon… What’s a girl to do?

This story is about...

• Dungeon Building & Domestic Spats: A sham marriage is one thing, but both your fates and the dungeon’s resting on it? While your pseudo-mother-in-law plots your demise?!
• An Atypical Romance: She knows it’s not a real marriage... Or is it? Are dungeon cores even capable of love? Why won’t this one just let her in?!
• The Author’s Thinly Veiled Opinions: On MMOs, TTRPGs, and femininity (and probably some other things)