77: A Hole in the Wall
<span style="font-weight:400">“We got a quest to investigate that Baron dude,” the tank dude said, pushing in and forcibly making space between me and Elena.
<span style="font-weight:400">“He’s been stockpiling a lot of raw materials, suspicious ones like steel and cloth,” Elena said, wiggling a little on the spot before pulling herself up into a more confident stance. “Some ducal intelligence dude hired us.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“We’re not meant to tell others!” someone blurted, pushing through the group. It was the healer I’d taken the ring from. She was staring at me angrily, so I smiled tentatively and held her ring out for her.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Here, I picked this up too,” I said. She was cute too, but it was clear she was straight, so I didn’t try any shenanigans with her.
<span style="font-weight:400">Watching the ring change hands, Elena shook her head at the healer. “They’re on our side, even if they don’t realise it.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh?” I asked, tilting my head.
<span style="font-weight:400">Dawn was the one who answered, reaching up with a hand to fluff the hair at the back of my neck. “Steel and cloth. Two things that armies need inrge amounts. This Baron is definitely up to something, and after the way he acted when we bumped into him the other morning, probably not alone.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Exactly,” tank boy growled. “That’s why it’s so fucking stupid that you intervened!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not sure attacking their caravan was the smart move there buddy,” I shot back dryly. “After all, when the merchant gets back to the city he’ll probably use you of banditry.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Told you so,” Elena snorted, giving him a look, then throwing one my way. “This fucking game, I swear. Way too intense for me.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Dawn added an elegant ck and red wing to my shoulder and smiled at the group of assembled randoms. “Look, guys, we’ll hit you up if we figure anything out. Chances are we’ll end up on the same or a simr quest at some point. How about I add Elena here and we can hit you up if we find anything?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Tank boy looked skeptical but Elena quickly overrode him. “Yeah! Thanks, that would be super helpful. I know you have lots of contacts and stuff. I mean you’re actual nobility so… yeah.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorta,” I shrugged, ncing over at Dawn. “Anyway, uh… sorry about killing you. We really do need to get going though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah, sure. No problem, Tami,” Elena smiled, doing a funny, awkward little movement with her hands. “Uh, I mean Lady Tami.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh god, no, please don’t call me that, you’re a yer,” I grimaced.
<span style="font-weight:400">Surprising me, she let out a husky, genuine chuckle. “Good, good. You pass the test.”
<span style="font-weight:400">****
<span style="font-weight:400">A butler opened the door for us when we arrived home, and we gave him a nod and a smile for his efforts. The whole servants thing was still really fucking weird, but we had to just deal, I guess. Plus, if we made them stop, they’d probably just find work with some noble family who didn’t give a shit about them. Best to just treat them right and pay them well.
<span style="font-weight:400">“She knew who we were, huh?” Dawn mused, hanging her outer coat up in the coatroom.
<span style="font-weight:400">“A gay girl knows who the two demonic lesbians are?” I remarked sarcastically. “You don’t say.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Her arms snaked around my waist and sheid her chin down on my shoulder. “Don’t be snarky, babe.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Sorry,” I sighed, leaning back into her. “That came out way meaner than I wanted it to. No, scratch that, I didn’t want it toe out mean at all.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The interior door burst open as we were about to turn and make out, revealing our stewardess, Le. Her brows were knit together with a cautious sort of worry.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Le, what’s up?” I asked.
<span style="font-weight:400">She shuffled her feet for a moment, nodded to herself, and puffed out a breath. “You asked us to refurbish the armoury, remember? I am afraid that the renovations have hit a snag, and we’re not entirely sure how to approach the problem.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Dawn and I shared a nce. “Well, what’s the problem?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“It appears that there are… ruins, below the house,” she continued, smoothing the ck feathers down on the back of her hand. “Imperial Parcosian ruins, to be exact. The house was built on them, and even incorporated parts of the structure into the new.”
<span style="font-weight:400">Scratching my arm, I tried to recall what the hell that was, but gave up quickly with a shrug. “What is Imperial Parcosian?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“The time before the kingdom,” Dawn said, ever the lore nerd. “The Kingdom of Parcosia was formed out of the ashes of the Joriean Empire, also called the Parcosian Empire by historians. They ruled the inds and much of the western coast of the ind sea too. They copsed a while back. It’s why so many of the nations to the weeast of Pagutum are simr. A thousand or so years ago, they were all under one ruler.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, so this is like… Roman ruins?” I asked, watching in amusement as the NPC’s eyes zed over at the mention of real world history.
<span style="font-weight:400">“A vaguely urate analogue, probably,” Dawn mused. “The empire formed from the human rebellion that overthrew the Aurellings.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, so this ce is like… from then. Let’s go check it out, shall we?” I asked, excited at the prospect of having a possible dungeon beneath our house, of all ces.
<span style="font-weight:400">We followed Le through the nonsensical and twisting passages of the ancient house until we came to the armoury. It had been an old, dusty, and unused space previously, but now it was all sawdust and scattered tools. The workmen could be heard just down the hall, having a raucous time while they waited for us to inspect the ruins.
<span style="font-weight:400">What they had uncovered was a limestone wall behind the wooden paneling. It had a small hole in it, enough that you could see there was a dark void beyond the wall.
<span style="font-weight:400">“What’s behind there?” I asked, ncing in our steward’s direction. “Not the ruin, I mean. What’s behind there in the house? How much room can there possibly be hiding behind that wall?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Le ghosted her fingers over the ancient wall, the feathers of her hair wafting slightly to clear out some dust that billowed about her. “This house is old, and by the looks of things, possibly even older than the original Kingdom of Parcosia. There are a great many secrets and unexined spaces between rooms.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“So, the answer is <i><span style="font-weight:400">a lot of room</i><span style="font-weight:400">, then,” I replied dryly. “Time to make this hole bigger then, eh?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I’d left my armour in the coatroom, but my gauntlets would always be with me, waiting in my inventory. I’d feel naked without them there. Equipping them took only a moment, and after a brief nce at Dawn to give her time to tell me I was about to do something stupid, I squared up.
<span style="font-weight:400">My gauntlet’s thrusters shifted into position with a series of mechanical clicks, followed by the sound of the pilot me flickering to life. Drawing my fist back, I chose a spot on the wall to hit andunched myself.
<span style="font-weight:400">The strike was lightning fast, and it all but detonated the ancient limestone like a shaped charge had been ced on the wall. Rubble and dust billowed out from the hole that was now wide enough for two people to walk through, if they didn’t mind getting intimate. The force of the blow had also been such that I didn’t weaken the surrounding structure too much. A quick, precise, and clean hit.
<span style="font-weight:400">“There we go,” I said, grinning proudly at my girlfriend. “Hole, embiggened.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yes, yes, well done,” she chuckled, leaning in to kiss my cheek. “Now let’s see what’s on the other side.”
<span style="font-weight:400">From inside my gauntlet, I twisted a finger and hit the button to activate the shlight, then lifted it. The room beyond the hole was floored with in tan coloured ceramic tiles, while the walls were more of the limestone. It was very utilitarian and functional, even the decaying furniture.
<span style="font-weight:400">Stepping through the impromptu door, I did a slow circle with my shlight, inspecting everything of interest. There was some old, dusty armour in the corner, now just a pile of steel that had once been held together by leather. A bed sat in the corner, its sheets long since decayed into dust. The desk opposite it had the remnants of some sort of brassmp sitting in it, but no cable to indicate an external power source.
<span style="font-weight:400">“This looks like… someone’s quarters?” I mused aloud, squatting to get a close up look at themp.
<span style="font-weight:400">“The armour is nice, though,” Dawn said, approaching it. “It’s got some ckcquer on it, with some minor gold iy. This was probably an officer’s room, then?”
<span style="font-weight:400">I nced over at her. “So this ce was once… what, a barracks?”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Seems like it,” she said, ncing around the room again. “There’s no door, though. Isn’t that kind of odd?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Tilting my head, I crouched down in the unused corner of the room and brushed my steel fingers through the dust. “There’s a hatch, though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Well then… that’s ominous,” she said, taking the four steps to reach me. “Is it locked?”
<span style="font-weight:400">Dusting it off a little more, I revealed a small hole where a padlock might have gone, but there was nothing in the hole. “I don’t think so.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Okay, clearly this needs to be explored, but first I think we should shore up the room and build a nice solid steel door where the hole in the wall is,” Dawn said, turning to look at the hole in question. “We don’t want anything crawling out of that hatch, do we?”