73: Runed Pir
<span style="font-weight:400">Further down into theplex, and we discovered that it wasn’t a simple ruin at all. It was an ancient town, long since raided and abandoned. The whole thing was awork of tunnels and little burrows, with aplex air passage system that still functioned to this day.
<span style="font-weight:400">There was also an air of magic hanging around, faint but tangible. The people who once lived here were definitely not your average human, that was for sure.
<span style="font-weight:400">It wasn’t all empty corridors and memories of a long dead society, though. No, this was a video game, and ancient dark holes like this one were full of nasty surprises.
<span style="font-weight:400">The first I knew of the enemy was when a ded forearm came slicing out at me from a dark doorway. Almost immediately I was grabbing it and mming it violently against the doorframe until it broke off. Its owner screamed in pain, then fright as I pulled it out of the darkness and hammered my other fist into its twisted face.
<span style="font-weight:400">That was about the time I recognised what had attacked me. It was one of those petrified dryad fuckers that had killed me! Oh, vengeance was going to be mine. The giants might overlevel me by a significant margin, but these things were now far <i><span style="font-weight:400">below</i><span style="font-weight:400"> my level.
<span style="font-weight:400">Swapping my grip to its gnarled throat, I diverted power from my gauntlet’s engines into my grip and <i><span style="font-weight:400">squeezed.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Its neck resisted for half a moment, then popped like a bug’s exoskeleton. Glowing green sap oozed out onto my gauntlets, and in a rare moment of quick thinking, I selected it and shoved it into my inventory. Good luck to whatever poor soul I ended up dumping that stuff on.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, that was gross,” Dawn said mildly.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not as bad as the spiders,” Iughed, throwing the now desated corpse to the ground. “Looks like the sap is sort of valuable, so we should collect it where we can.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, I can do that,” she nodded, stepping up beside me.
<span style="font-weight:400">What followed was a merciless ughter. The strange dryad things had infested the old ruins, and we made it our personal mission to clear them out. They were fairly easy to kill, because both Dawn and I were built to counter them, so we had a lot of fun. Plus, they made such a satisfying sound when you smashed them to bits.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, babe!” I called, a little whileter. “Watch this!”
<span style="font-weight:400">We’d found our way into a deeper part of the ruins now, where things were no longer dry and dusty, but rather filthy and damp. I had a squirming angry dryad held in one hand, while the other fended off its feeble attacks.
<span style="font-weight:400">When Dawn looked up at my call, having just finished her own monster, I grabbed the dryad’s head and carefully impaled it on one of my horns.
<span style="font-weight:400">With it still dangling there, I threw a cheeky grin to my girlfriend and asked, “What do you think of my new fashion essory?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You have glowing tree-bug goop in your hair,” she remarked, trying to keep a straight face. I could see her fighting that smile, though. I knew her too well.
<span style="font-weight:400">Iughed and swung the body around a bit with my head. “It’s just glow in the dark paint. Pretend we’re at a rave.”
<span style="font-weight:400">That did it. She began tough, shaking her head in exasperation as she did so. “God, you’re such a clown. I love you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">My heart melted instantly, taking on a gooey, sticky consistency and making me worried my lungs would get glued together. “I love you, too.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Distracted as she was by her glowing girlfriend, my girl didn’t notice the twiggy motherfucker that took a swipe at her. It never connected, because I raised my hand and pped it aside with a bolt of lightning. It hit the wall with a faint squelch andy still.
<span style="font-weight:400">“We should keep going,” I sighed, aching to take off my armour and snuggle up with her instead.
<span style="font-weight:400">Her expression showed that she felt the same. “Unfortunately.”
<span style="font-weight:400">So we did, diving deeper into this strange ancient town, all the way to the basement. There, we found and cleared out the remainder of the petrified dryads, thus cementing my revenge on their kind. Not that the end result of them killing me all the way back when wasn’t awesome, but it hadn’t been a pleasant experience.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Phew,” Dawn sighed, wiping her sword down with a rag. “That was fun, and much easier than the giants. I guess we could also do with some actual training too.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“How so?” I asked, casting Taylor’s cleaning spell on myself to wash all the muck off.
<span style="font-weight:400">Sitting down to rest on a lump of stone, my girlfriend said, “Taylor mentioned it, right? We need to work on our actual knowledge of fighting. Not the ingame skills, but the ones in our heads. I’m pretty good with a sword, for a random self taught gamer, but I could use some real instruction on it. Same for you and punching things, although I have no idea how we’d find someone who can teach you stuff to fit with your fighting style.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah,” I said, wincing. “Yeah, no. That makes sense.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I imagine there will be <i><span style="font-weight:400">someone</i><span style="font-weight:400"> who can teach you,” she said, giving me a cating smile. “Probably expensive, but we’re nobles now.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Stepping towards her, I shrugged. “I guess we’d better hope that the goop we’ve collected sells for—“
<span style="font-weight:400">The floor gave out under me in a sh, stone crumbling away in a rapidly growing cascade. Arms iling, I tried to get a bearing on what was happening, only for Dawn’s cry of fear to narrow my focus.
<span style="font-weight:400">The whole room had given out, falling apart like my mother when I told her I was trans. Chaos whirled around me, but I had a mission. My wings spread out, beating to take control of my fall, all while they were battered by debris.
<span style="font-weight:400">Dawn had already fallen past me, so I dove, arms outstretched. I reached her without any time to spare and I enfolded her into an embrace, flipping us so that I would hit the ground first. My shield took the brunt of the damage, but stars still danced in my vision from the impact. Having hernd on me forced the breath from my lungs, and I instinctively sucked in a desperate breath, only to get a lungful of dust.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Jesus,” she eximed as I coughed up my lungs. At least the pain was dampened. “Are you okay? Fuck. Thank you.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Don’t mention it,” I wheezed, blinking back tears.
<span style="font-weight:400">I heard a cork pop, and then her hand was on the side of my jaw, gently coaxing it open. "Healing potion," she exined, cing the small vial to my lips.
<span style="font-weight:400">Letting her tip the contents down my throat, I let out a sigh of relief as it got to work on my bruises. God, VR was so much better than reality sometimes. That little stunt would have killed me out in real life. Not that I''d have needed to pull it in the first ce, but still.
<span style="font-weight:400">As my vision cleared, I noticed a notification in the corner of my HUD. A blinking quest alert. Eh?
<b><i>Quest Update: Birth of a New Species</i></b>
<i><span style="font-weight:400">In the depths of an ancient ruin, among the twisting tendrils of the realm of energy, you have discovered something to aid you in your quest. A wellstone of power pulses in the chamber with you, waiting to be harnessed. Will you give a part of yourself to yourpanion, and in so doing transform them?</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">"Oh <i><span style="font-weight:400">snap!"</i><span style="font-weight:400"> I eximed, pain and dust forgotten. "Babe, I think the game forced us here for my quest."
<span style="font-weight:400">Staring at me, then past me, then back to me, she said, "I''m guessing it has something to do with the big glowing rock?"
<span style="font-weight:400">Craning my neck, I surveyed the cavern and spied the rock she was talking about. It was just slightly taller than me, and vaguely pir shaped. All across its surface were glowing blue runes, packed so tight together that I swear some were ovepping somehow. It pulsed with a pressure simr to that of the noonday sun, but with magic instead of warmth.
<span style="font-weight:400">"Yeah, that thing," I agreed, mesmerized by its power. "The quest update says I can use it to turn you into my race by, <i><span style="font-weight:400">‘giving you a part of myself,’ </i><span style="font-weight:400">whatever that means."
<span style="font-weight:400">"Oh, now that’s exciting!” she said. “Very keen for that. Your race seems so overpowered, evenpared to my randomly generated one—” A thought urred to her mid sentence, and she grinned. “Does it want me to fuck you against it?"
<span style="font-weight:400">My thoughts jumped to wild, fun ces, and my pulse huped. That sounded he fun, especially if we used ourbat forms.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Probably not,” Iughed, disappointed by my own reaction. “Possibly it wants like, a literal part of me. A hair or something.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“DNA or something?” she mused. “I mean, we can probably get that just from kissing, at least.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wow, someone is horny,” I grinned, not at all opposed to the idea.
<span style="font-weight:400">To my surprise, her cheeks flushed red and she nced shyly off to the side. “Shut up, I was just…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Just… what?” I asked, taking a step closer to her. She was so cute in this smaller body.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I mean, it’s way more romantic if it’s… you know, a kiss that transforms me, right?” she said bashfully. “I’m assuming it will do something fun to my race, and maybe I’ll get my <i><span style="font-weight:400">own</i><span style="font-weight:400"> wings. Plus… being the same as you… it would make me happy.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“You’re so cute,” I sighed, taking her hand. “Come on then, let’s test your theory.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The cavern we were in was made of the same subtly runed stone as the stuff we’d seen above ground. It was also obviously natural, which made me think that the carvings were actually something that generated along with the stone itself. An inherent property, or whatever. Maybe we should take some home with us.
<span style="font-weight:400">Careful not to trip on any stgmites, we headed for the glowing stone pir. It seemed to get almost excited the closer we got, until the runes were shifting over its surface. How carved runes could move across solid rock, I have no idea, but that’s what was happening.
<span style="font-weight:400">“You sure you want to do this?” I asked as we neared the pir. “We’re kind of just jumping into this without much thought.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Dawn turned a disbelieving look in my direction. “Who are you and what have you done with my Tami? As soon as you mentioned that quest, all the way back when, I wanted to be the first person you turned. I’m not giving up that opportunity for fun game shenanigans right as it’s about to happen.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Wait, you never said that!” I protested.
<span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t say a lot of things until they’re relevant, my love,” she teased, reaching up to brush my cheek with a thumb. “Otherwise half of my life would be dedicated to just telling you all the dumb shit I think about.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah… point taken.” I giggled, leaning into the touch while I looked her up and down. “Are you ready?"