Chapter Twenty: The Meeting
I need information. I think the kobold could go out and get it, but I dont know how to ask her, and I dont know how the town would react to her wandering around. And, considering I need info on that cemetery dungeon, I wouldnt want her to head out without a weapon. No, the claw pickaxe doesnt count.
I do have an idea, though. I put a notice on the flier on my front door.
Freddie and Rhonda, I have need of you. If you are willing to help, please wave and get the attention of Poe, my Raven Scion, and follow the next Scion to approach you.
Yeah, a bit weird, even for me, but I dont know what else to do. I am, at least, pretty sure it counts as a quest, though. It cost me more mana than it usually does to write stuff. Thankfully, the kids are pretty regular delvers, and they show up an hour or so after dawn to do stuff. I figure Rhonda is in constant need of herbalism stuff, and Freddie is more than happy to help keep her safe and get better goodies.
When the two read the flier, however, they look very nervous.
What do you think it means, Freddie? asks Rhonda, looking about as sure of herself as the first time I saw her. Im not sure Ive ever seen Freddie look so concerned.
I I dont know. I mean, dungeons are supposed to be aware, but Ive never heard of one that wants to... talk? He looks up to Poe, and around the house, like the answer will be on the grass. Should we do it?
Rhonda looks incredibly uncomfortable, and I half expect the two to simply leave, but she seems to come to a decision, and I dont think she likes it much. I think we should. Everyone knows this dungeon is weird, but nobody knows why. If we can somehow talk with it, maybe well learn something?
Freddie nods at that, looking curious about what I could want, but also wary about dungeon danger. Their decision made, they step out more into the grass and wave at Poe. He peers down at the two and caws at them, and I send Fluffles to go meet them.
While hes on the way, I get Teemo down to the secret base to try to relay some instructions to the kobold. Looks like shes simply perusing the crafting book, looking at the diagrams for various things. When Teemo squeaks at her, she practically falls over herself to stand at attention, and I cant help but smile to myself at her being so formal.
Realization seems to light up Rhondas face. Oh, the Dungeon! She shrinks back a bit as all the eyes in the small cavern focus on her. It, uh it asked us to come down here. It said it needs our help? The three look like theyre uncertain how the kids could help me, before Teemo squeaks at Aranya. The sound reminds her what he had her bring, and so she looks to him as she holds the folded map up, clearly uncertain if she should show the kids.
Fluffles, however, never learned to not be grabby with his not-hands, and so simply plucks the map from her hand with his telekinesis, and spreads it on the floor for the three to see.
Woah its a map of Fourdock, says Freddie as he peers at the small map. It even knows where we live? he asks with a start, seeing his church and Rhondas shop clearly labeled. Rhonda points out a few other labels.
And the Dungeoneer and Adventurer guilds. And a lot of stuff, actually. Fluffles lazily waves his tail over the map to get their attention, before tapping the tip against the area with the graveyard dungeon. The kids eyes widen as they realize where hes indicating.
Neverrest Boneyard? You dont want us to go there, do you? The place is full of undead! Its supposed to be murderous, too, so guards keep people out as much as they keep the zombies and stuff in! Freddie seems to know a lot about the place. Itd make sense, I guess. If your church is named after a crystal shield, youre probably expected to be able to protect people, so of course theyd be all over knowing about something dangerous like this Neverrest.
Aranyas eyes widen at the description of the other dungeon. A fallen Sanctuary? So close? She looks deeply concerned, so I pay a bit more attention. She seems to know a lot more about dungeons than anyone else in this conversation.
Rhonda looks a bit confused at her reaction. Why wouldnt it be? Dungeons tend to form in places on the outskirts of activity, so a graveyard or an abandoned building would make sense to be dungeons. She seems to pause as she thinks back to some of her lessons with her master.
Old Staiven has mentioned this isnt the first time a dungeon has been in this spot, though. Nobody knows what happened, but none of the others ever seemed to get as established as the current one. Elf guys cryptic warning about losing a good dungeon echoes in my memory, and I wonder if the various invaders are more of a potential threat than I had originally thought. I mean, I knew to keep them away from my core, but that was more instinct and wanting to keep creepy thingies away from whatever it was they wanted to get close to.
Aranya nods solemnly. Fallen Sanctuaries are well, fallen. They despise and destroy, instead of nurture and care. Legends say kobold society was shattered by a fallen Sanctuary attacking its brethren. It was defeated and destroyed, but so too was the unity the Sanctuaries had created. Infighting and suspicion overcame camaraderie, and my people fled or were cast out of the Sanctuaries.
Dungeon wars? That doesnt sound good. Oh what sounds worse, though, is that Jello wants me to know shes found a new invader: a skeletal hand.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
