A woman, on a survey task for the hill lord, hefted her mace and stepped into the dungeon. A dungeon creature flashed right in front of her face, and she struck out instantly. The mace slammed the butterfly¡¯s body to the ground in crumpled pile. The butterfly¡¯s wings drifted slowly to the ground; they had been ripped off the butterfly. The woman stared down at the butterfly wings for several seconds before letting out a surprised laugh. She raised her eyes to scan her surroundings. She swore in surprise at the hundreds of flowers nestled under and around the vine¡¯s leaves.
Human harvesters soon returned to the dungeon. The first few visits recorded the types of creatures, their variations, and their numbers. By clearing out all the creatures between visits, the harvesters working for the hill lord could determine how long to allow the dungeon to repopulate. With sufficiently frequent visits, the danger of being overwhelmed by attacks was minimal. The harvesters continued to capture water-aligned creatures and slay the rest. After a few favorable trades occurred involving butterfly wings, Harvesters brought big nets woven with spider silk to catch the butterflies. There was often a great deal of laughter when one harvester or another had to chase a butterfly in circles or climb up one of the larger vines to reach. The harvesters spoke often in appreciation of the beauty of the butterfly wings. The first time an eye butterfly was sighted, many harvesters complained about the eyes¡¯ unsettling nature, though it later became the most valuable butterfly capture.
Hildred opened his eyes to see patches of bright sunlight on the wall of a roundhouse. Smoke drifted lazily through the light and up into the thatch of the roof. He blinked several times before he remembered that his eyes had been ruined. His face felt stiff, so he reached a hand up to touch. His hand found raised scars around both eyes and on much of the upper half of his face. Tears stung his eyes as he remembered being unable to see Leta as they died. Hildred closed his eyes and used one of his abilities to see himself accurately. Oh, I still look like Hilda. He thought. With a flex, he changed from a brown-haired, brown eyed, brown-skinned woman to a black-haired, black-eyed, lavender-skinned man. His skin was pale enough that most people he had met had assumed he was a pale skinned human, and his features were very similar to those of Hilda, like a brother. The scars colored his face red and purple, further disguising his lavender skin.
¡°Greetings, Hildred. My name is Oz. May the System guide you to glory¡± A young man¡¯s voice startled Hildred and stopped him staring at his own face. He opened his eyes to see the man awkwardly bowing. The man had not spoken in the local language, but in a rough approximation of Hildred¡¯s own language. Hildred replied in the young man¡¯s own language.
¡°That is kind of you to say. I expect Hill Lord Andebert had you memorize just that phrase?¡± Hildred¡¯s voice sounded a bit dry to his own ears. He sat up and cleared his throat.
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Oz switched to his regular tongue. ¡°Yes, he did, though I was happy to do so.¡± Oz sat down on the floor across from Hildred. ¡°How are you? Do you have any hurt?¡±
Hildred¡¯s eyes furiously threatened to spill tears. ¡°Leta is dead.¡± Nothing could hurt worse than that. Hildred found he could speak no more at that moment.
Oz nodded solemnly. ¡°Yes. Here are the ashes we found in your hand.¡± Oz pulled out a small pouch from his bag and handed it to Hildred. Hildred clutched the pouch and felt a hard object inside, probably a crystal vial. He held Leta¡¯s remains for several breaths while Oz politely waited for a response. Hildred managed a nod of thanks without looking up.
¡°The others with you are also dead. Andy- I mean, Andebert told me you probably had two others with you in the dungeon. Would you tell me about them?¡± Oz produced a small clay tablet and a scribe. Clearly, this young man was here by direction of the hill lord. Hildred wondered why he woke up in a roundhouse and not inside the stone walls of a cell in the hillfort.
¡°Yes, two others. They were going and asked us to assist them. Arna and Baggi. The hill lord knows of them already, I¡¯m certain.¡± Hildred said.
Oz wrote two names on the tablet. ¡°Tell me how you met the others and what your intention was in the dungeon.¡± Oz sounded a bit stiff, as though he were reading the question off his clay tablet instead of speaking naturally.
Hildred shook his head. ¡°Leta and I met far away from here and long time ago. We met Arna soon after we came here. Yesterday-I mean, I assume it was yesterday-She invited us to join her in finding some treasure in the dungeon.¡± Hildred realized that he was rubbing the scars on his face, so he pulled his hand down and clasped both hands in his lap. ¡°You saw the badge on the dungeon door?¡±
¡°I did.¡± Oz nodded.
¡°That badge means the dungeon has at least one good treasure. It usually means that the dungeon is difficult and very dangerous, but Arna said the dungeon had just had something happen and most of the monsters were dead or missing or something.¡± Hildred looked out the doorway of the roundhouse as he felt blood rush to his face. ¡°Was that even true? Why did we believe her?¡±
Oz waited politely for a few breaths before continuing. ¡°And what happened in the dungeon?¡±
Hildred put his face in his hands. ¡°The first floor was fine. The monsters attacked but they were pretty weak. The next floor was the same. Then we just couldn¡¯t see. We should have stopped; we should have turned back!¡± Hildred pulled at his hair and took two deep breaths before continuing. ¡°I was separated from the others. When I caught up, they were mostly dead already. I tried to get Leta out, but we couldn¡¯t even get back through one floor together. Leta died.¡± Feeling like a child in a tantrum, Hildred lay down and turned away from Oz. ¡°Please, I cannot speak any more.¡±
Hildred heard Oz stand. The man spoke. ¡°Thank you for answering my questions. Please stay in this roundhouse until the hill lord comes to speak with you. There is food in the box there and a latrine outside.¡± Oz¡¯s footsteps moved towards the door, and then the man was gone. Hildred was alone.
Ch 15 - Addendum
In the delta worldlet, a large vine had branched off the one that led to the acid rain worldlet. This second vine pressed against the edge of the space. It¡¯s roots sank into the air, instead of the sand, and twisted about, full of mana. The pressure from the vine and the mana reached a threshold, and the vine pushed through into a new worldlet.
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Hot dry air touched the leaves and roots of the vine as it droped towards the ground. The ground was also hot and dry, but the roots dug in anyway. The water and mana supplied from the main body were sufficient to keep the vine healthy, and the bright light. A short distance away from the vine, a pond of clear water sat, sparkling in the bright light. The air was dry enough that, as leaves fell from the vine, they crumbled to pieces and blew away in the slight breeze.
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The first few fruits to drop spawned into jellyfish. The jellyfish drifted about for a few minutes, but visibly shrank and shriveled. As they lost the last of their water, the jellyfish flaked apart like dry bread crusts and fell to the ground. A millipede spawned and sat still, baking in the bright light. With no fallen leaves to hide under and eat, the millipede died from overheating. A few fish spawned and managed to flop into the cool pond.
Over six hours, the light in the oasis worldlet dimmed to night and then returned to bright day. During the night, the creatures that spawned did not slowly bake to death, but the day returned with the heat, and the unlucky creatures died.
Ch 17 - A Dark Burn
A small snake entered the dungeon. It hesitated for a split second, then raced under the nearest fallen leaves to hide from the big flying things. The snake only got a moment of rest before a millipede crawled under the same pile of leaves. The snake reacted instinctually and zipped away from the threat and towards deeper darkness. Further in the pile of leaves, the snake tried to burrow a little into the ground. It was of a toothless species that fed mainly on worms.
_ Intruder Detected. Select Automated Response:
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Absorb
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Banish
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Mutate
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Claim
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Dominate
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Ignore
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_ Random Selection: ¡°Claim¡± selected _
_ Spawn Unlocked: Lesser Snake _
The snake began to absorb dungeon mana. It quickly grew to adult size, then slowly continued growing as the mana filled it. Snakes began to spawn across the dungeon, with similar success to the millipedes and the salamanders. In the acid rain worldlet, the first acid-aligned snake to spawn had gained fangs. In the underwater worldlet, an air bubble snake had a hard time navigating the underwater worldlet, with only the tip of its tail reaching into the water until it grew larger.
The first people that noticed the dungeon snakes were not pleased. The largest of the snakes would eat the giant butterflies when they could catch them, and the number of water-aligned snakes did not make up for the loss in butterfly wings. A few days later, one man lost a foot to a strike from an acid-aligned snake. All the harvesters agreed that he was lucky that the acid burned through his ankle instead of traveling through his blood.
Dara felt two emotions as he walked towards the dungeon with the other harvesters. The first emotion was worry. He worried about his father who had lost his foot to some awful snake. He also worried for himself and his ability to replace his father in the harvester group. He worried about the dungeon monsters, though he was supposed to stay near the exit because he was both young and new to harvesting. The second emotion was exasperation; the walk to the dungeon was so long and so boring. The containers Dara carried were bouncing around weird and it was no fun. The path to the dungeon had been trampled by the many harvesters and there was nothing interesting to look at.
Dara leaned out past the edge of the path to see the people near the front. It looked like they were turning to the right cross a short bridge made of cut tree limbs. Dara instantly left the path to take a shortcut. He wasn¡¯t afraid of splashing across a little stream, not like these older people who couldn¡¯t handle a bit of mud. The spring weather had caused most things in the forest to be damp and soggy, so he didn¡¯t make much noise or draw any attention.
He regretted his shortcut as his leg sunk nearly up to his knee in some mud around the stream. The stream did not flow powerfully enough to clear it all away and expose roots or rocks that a young person, such as Dara, could scramble across. He nearly cried out but he couldn¡¯t quite manage to reverse his decision to take the shortcut; after all, he had come this far already. Looking to the column of other harvesters, he saw that he was actually getting left behind. He high stepped through the mud and tried to use trees and branches to keep his balance. He came out the other side of the stream with plenty of mud and a fair amount of moss stuck on his legs and clothes. With no time to scrape off the mud, he rushed after the other harvesters. He had to vault over a mushroom covered rotting log to get back on the path.
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Dara thought the dungeon doorway was interesting and he paused to look at it before stepping through the wobbly patch of air. One of the hill lord¡¯s escort people looked up from marking a tally and saw his mud-covered legs and the splashes of mud over the rest of him.
¡°Hey now, who¡¯s this goblin pup trying to enter our dungeon?¡± The adult grinned at Dara. ¡°Are you Dara, standing in for your father?¡±
Dara tried not to sound like a kid. ¡°That I am.¡± He cleared his throat. ¡°Just slipped on the bridge back there. Should I go through now?¡±
The adult did not look convinced of the slipperiness of the bridge. ¡°Not yet. Take a single step through here and stop. Don¡¯t move forward or sidewards. Hand your baskets forward when asked and trade for full ones. Don¡¯t try to open them. Got it?¡±
¡°I do.¡± said Dara.
¡°Go on in. If you hear any kind of screaming or yelling, turn and come right back here.¡± The adult marked one more on the tally as Dara stepped through the doorway.
_ Spawn Unlocked: Moss _
_ Spawn Unlocked: Lesser mushroom _
A few spawn fruit, all across the dungeon, fell and popped open to reveal a small patch of moss or a single small mushroom. Over several days, the moss and mushrooms colonized the open ground and fallen leaves of every worldlet except the acid rain worldlet and the stony worldlet. The mushrooms did not do well underwater or in the oasis worldlet but grew exceptionally well in the dark worldlet. The dark worldlet mushrooms grew into the mist off the sides of the floating clumps of pebbles and the mushroom spores drifted over to grow on the clumps of pebbles that remained out of reach of the vines... The refracted rainbow light painted many mushrooms in unusual colors.
Shortly after Dara¡¯s harvester group left the dungeon, a snail crept through the entrance. The System detected the intruder and went through the process to select the response. The response was a mutation of the snail.
_ Intruder Detected. Select Automated Response:
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Absorb
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Banish
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Mutate
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Claim
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Dominate
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Ignore
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_ Random Selection: ¡°Mutate¡± Selected. Available Mutations:
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Water Alignment (spray)
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Acid Alignment
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Low Light Vision
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Air Bubble
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_ Random Selection: ¡°Water Alignment (spray)¡± Selected _
The snail turned blue and swelled to the size of a grapefruit. As the snail crawled towards the green vines, its slime loosened and allowed the snail to glide across the ground. The System still detected the snail as an intruder and repeated the process to select a response. The second response was another mutation.
_ Random Selection: ¡°Mutate¡± Selected. Available Mutations:
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Water Alignment (spray)
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Acid Alignment
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Low Light Vision
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Air Bubble
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_ Random Selection: ¡°Acid Alignment¡± Selected _
The snail¡¯s body turned yellow and its shell turned a pale green. It stopped gliding across the ground and instead left a slightly smoking trail of slime that slowly ate through the fallen leaves covering the ground. The System repeated the process and got a final response from the random selection.
_ Random Selection: ¡°Ignore¡± Selected _
The acid snail reached a vine and began to ascend towards the leaves. A dark burn traced the snail¡¯s path on the vines.
Ch 18 - Dungen Music
Next to the dungeon core, the dungeon fairy sat bolt upright. His mouth hung open slightly as he looked around at the small, green cavity inside the main dungeon vine.
¡°Some sort of plant? What?¡± He turned and got a clear look at the glowing dungeon core. ¡°Oh! Um, hello.¡± He batted at his stained clothing and ran a hand through his violet hair. ¡°Goodness, how long was I asleep?¡± He squinted at the dungeon core. ¡°Judging by the mana flow¡ a year? Wow, that wasn¡¯t supposed to happen.¡± The fairy closed his eyes and accessed the basic System information he was allowed by default, as a dungeon fairy. ¡°Dang, only a couple months or so. Seems like you¡¯ve been doing really well on your own.¡± The fairy grimaced and looked ashamed. He stood up and sent a wave of mana from head to toe. The stains and filth vanished to reveal bright yellow clothes and sparkling silver wings. The fairy snapped his wings out wide and bowed to the dungeon core.
¡°Greetings dungeon core. I am Violet Danderpuff and I have been assigned as your dungeon fairy. I apologize for the terrible impression I must have given on my arrival due to my¡ terrible¡ condition. I feel¡ terrible¡ about it.¡± The fairy scrunched up his eyes brows and shook his head slightly as he straightened back up. ¡°Is there anything that you wish to discuss with me? Any questions or needs that you have? I hope you have not suffered terribly (damn it, stop saying ¡®terrible¡¯).¡± The fairy whispered the last part to himself. He watched the dungeon core and waited for some response. As each second crawled by, he cringed more and more due to the silence. Eventually, he coughed and tried to relax.
¡°Not much of a talker, eh? Hey that¡¯s fine by me, I¡¯m not here to criticize or judge, just to advise. And entERTAIN!¡± The fairy nearly shouted the last word as his face lit up with hope. ¡°I play music, I¡¯m pretty good, see?¡± The fairy summoned a flute to his hand. ¡°I mostly just play at friends¡¯ birthdays and things like that. I couldn¡¯t get enough money to play full time, which is why I became a dungeon fairy, but never mind, you don¡¯t want to hear my life story; you want to hear music, yeah?¡± The fairy looked intently at the dungeon core, fiercely hoping for the slightest permission. Out on the vine, the acid snail burned off a small offshoot vine and the dungeon core drew more heavily on its mana for a split second. The mana draw caused the core to briefly flash.
¡°Excellent! Aw man, this is gonna be great! Here, everyone likes this one.¡± The fairy began to play the flute. As a magical creature playing a magical instrument, the fairy imbued the music with a small amount of mana. The mana and the music sank into the vine body. The mana of the dungeon core vine carried the music all over the dungeon. The fairy played music for hours and hours. He took breaks to sleep or sometimes to tell stories about the music and the friends who had loved it.
After the fairy woke up, people who visited the dungeon would sometimes hear snatches of faint music. The music stirred their souls and calmed their minds. Many people started to think that the creatures¡¯ actions were affected by the music; that they would move differently as they attacked or hunted or hid. Occasionally, the dungeon music was interrupted by a buzzing sound as the void bubble thrashed in its prison.
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Hildred sat in the roundhouse and was eating hazelnuts when Hill Lord Andebert arrived. It had been a day and a half since Oz had left. Andebert walked in without announcing himself and sat facing Hildred. The hill lord was not wearing his furs or leathers, just grey wool clothing that exposed his well-muscled arms and legs. Hildred took a moment to decide if he felt more like Hilda just then but decided to remain Hildred.
¡°Greetings, hill lord.¡± Hildred nodded to Andebert.
¡°Hildred. How did Arna know about our observations of the state of the dungeon?¡± Andebert asked this with a stony expression.
Hildred swallowed nervously. ¡°I thought she might have worked for you, like Leta and me.¡±
Andebert shook his head. ¡°She did not.¡±
Hildred shrugged. ¡°Perhaps, She heard from some of the harvesters.¡± Hildred felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. What would the hill lord do if Hildred didn¡¯t know anything useful?
Andebert¡¯s expression softened a little. ¡°I¡¯m not asking you to speculate, Hildred. I want you to look through your memories and tell me anything you overheard that could help my investigation.¡±
Hildred flushed a bit in relief and embarrassment. ¡°Oh, of course. Let me think.¡± Hildred closed his eyes. It had only been a few days, so Hildred could clearly picture every moment with Arna and Baggi. Most interactions had been practical and brief. Arna hadn¡¯t had a talkative personality. After a minute of searching memories, Hilda had an answer for the hill lord. ¡°Two things. Arna said to Baggi, ¡®He said there are two portals on the first floor, left and right.¡¯ And inside the dungeon, Baggi said ¡®This must be the side the monsters left to go fight something on the other side.¡¯ Hildred opened his eyes and saw that the hill lord looked intrigued.
¡°Do you remember the words exactly? Can you picture their expressions while they said these things?¡±
Hildred raised his eyebrows then stopped when the scaring made his expression uneven. ¡°Yes. I can.¡±
Andebert have a brief smile and a nod. ¡°I apologize, I got distracted. The people who sent the four of you to die have sent many others to die as well, mostly travelers with moderate ability like you and Leta. You and Leta worked for me for only a short time, but your answer just now will allow me to finally identify their leader.¡± Andebert took a deep breath. ¡°I release you from your obligations to me. This has happened in my domain, and I bear the responsibility to avenge the deaths of those who should be under my protection, including Leta¡¯s death.¡±
Hildred looked away and grasped Leta¡¯s vial of ash, which hung around his neck. ¡°Thank you, hill lord.¡±
¡°Now, what will you do next? What plans do you have?¡± Andebert leaned back and placed his hands on the ground behind him.
Hildred sighed and shook his head. ¡°No plans. I thought I might head west to find the coast, but there is nothing drawing me anywhere.¡±
¡°You remind me of someone I know from my time training with the adventurer society.¡± Andebert smiled with a hint of mischief. ¡°I think you should study magic under a certain old wizard.¡±
Ch 19 - Silent Movement
Oz placed his feet and spun his new sling above his head. With a loud snap, he released and shot a stone orb at a branch hanging over the path. He missed. Unsurprised, Oz reached into a bag on his waist and pulled out a flint orb to load into the sling. The sling was newly made and the pouch in the middle was made of freshly tanned blue frog leather. The blue leather did not retain any magical properties, but it was bright blue and very striking. Oz walked a bit further down the path and shot at the next obvious target: a rock sticking out of the ground. The flint orb hit the rock after glancing off the ground in front of it. Oz reached into the bag but found it empty. Oz unshouldered his pack and refilled the bag then reloaded the sling again. All the orbs in Oz¡¯s pack were harvested from the dungeon. The glass and lead orbs had great utility as they could be melted or traded, but the people around the hill found the stone and flint orbs to have very little use aside from arrow heads or sling ammunition.
According to Andebert, somewhere along this path is where Arna had directed Hilda and Leta to meet up with her and Baggi before they went to the dungeon. Andebert had tasked Oz with finding and getting as much information as possible about the secret group to which Arna and Baggi belonged. It was probably the case that the secret group was responsible for the death of many travelers and would-be adventurers from the areas around the hill. Taking from a dungeon without permission was not exactly something that a hill lord had the right to punish, but a hill lord was plainly responsible for preventing the endangerment and exploitation of travelers. Hilda¡¯s experience in the dungeon¡ªbeing unprepared and incompletely trained for the danger¡ªproved that the secret group could not be allowed to continue.
Oz wandered slowly down the path for most of a day but didn¡¯t encounter a single person. He made significant progress on the first level of the Sling skill before he completely ran out of stone, so the day was not a complete waste. As the sun reached the horizon, Oz found a set of roundhouses tucked away off the side of the path. A stream ran between the roundhouses and a stony hill. Oz called out to alert anyone inside the roundhouses of a visitor. As there were no lights and no response to his call, Oz determined the houses were empty and possibly abandoned. He picked the least filthy roundhouse and wrapped himself in his wool blanket to sleep.
Oz woke in the middle of the night and heard voices speaking. He shot to full consciousness when he heard the name ¡°Arna¡±. Oz quietly stood up and walked to the doorway in time to hear: ¡°They must have all died.¡±
Oz leaned out of the doorway and spoke clearly. ¡°Who died?¡±
Two dark outlines spun towards Oz¡¯s voice. Oz heard one pair of feet scuff the ground. ¡°Who¡¯s there?¡± the voices sounded surprised and angry. Oz hesitated in responding. The scuff of feet was odd, nearly every adult he had ever met had some levels in the Silent Movement skill. ¡°I am Oz. I am wandering for a few days as I practice my skills. Who died?¡±
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One outline circled silently to the Oz¡¯s left. Oz stepped fully out of the doorway to keep the silent outline in sight. Do they fear every stranger in the darkness? Oz wondered. The one who did not move must be the one without Silent Movement.
¡°Why should I tell you anything?¡± The voice from Oz¡¯s left was gruff and taut. It was probably a man¡¯s voice.
Oz have a small but audible sigh. ¡°By the blight, do as you wish. Since you woke me up, can you tell me where the trader nomads pass by? I understand it is not far from here but I do not know where.¡±
The outline in front of Oz continued to hold still and stay silent. The voice to his left spoke with exaggerated condescension. ¡°Aw, did you blessed cousin give you a toy and you can¡¯t wait to trade it? Can¡¯t wait till they pass through the hill fort?¡±
Real anger flared up in Oz at the provocation. ¡°Rot your mana! I don¡¯t take anything from that blight eared fake and I¡¯ll burn before trading bread I didn¡¯t take from the peaking dungeon myself.¡± Oz was so flustered from his anger that he got some swears mixed up.
The left voice chuckled. ¡°Calm, friend. You¡¯ll burn my bones with that fire.¡± The outline on the left took a step towards Oz. ¡°Tell me, are you happy with the hill lord?¡±
Oz took a calming breath to help pull his thoughts in line. He knew what the man probably meant by the question, but Oz didn¡¯t think it would be very convincing to start spouting rhetoric against the hill lords to two strangers in the middle of the night. He decided to misinterpret the question. ¡°I had a higher skill with the spear than Andy had with a bow when they picked him to go off and train with the society.¡± Oz¡¯s opinion on Andy had changed drastically from before finding the dungeon, but it was easy to pull on his old resentment. ¡°I trained hard while he was away but he still came back stronger than a horde of goblins. He came back with all those items and skills I can¡¯t even name. It¡¯s not fair. And-and it¡¯s suspicious!¡± Oz noticed he was waving his arms around but didn¡¯t decide to stop. ¡°How could anyone grow that burning fast? Why do only adventurers give these fae gifts to themselves? Andy could not have earned this strength, someone gave it to him.¡± Oz folded his arms and caught his breath from ranting.
The as-yet silent person in front of Oz spoke. They spoke in a high sing-song voice. ¡°How can you say this after you have been so helpful to him in the dungeon?¡±
Oz managed to sound sullen. ¡°I wasn¡¯t being burning helpful. I found the dungeon but kept it secret for a few days so I could harvest from it. Andy threatened to tie me up because of that. A hill lord won¡¯t punish people, but he¡¯s basically head of the family now so he can do whatever he likes to punish me. I had to work.¡± Oz took a few breaths in the following silence. The two figures seemed to be looking straight at each other. Oz tilted his head as a question occurred to him. ¡°How did you know I¡¯ve been in the dungeon so much?¡±
The two figures turned and walked away from Oz. The left one spoke ¡°We have things to do elsewhere. The traders should pass right by these roundhouses tomorrow.¡± The figures disappeared into the darkness, though the one with noisy footsteps disappeared less quickly.
Ch 20 - Towering Vine
The trader nomads passed by at noon the next day. Oz spent the morning practicing the sling and spearing a few fish from the stream to cook and eat. The traders walked up the path alongside a column of colorful covered wagons. The traders were not especially interested in buying Oz¡¯s flint orbs, but they traded a small trinket for them as a curiosity. When Oz tried to subtly mention trading dungeon creature harvests, one trader woman said a strange thing: ¡°No room for spider silk. Too much spider silk. I tell him-¡° Then the woman suddenly stopped speaking. She momentarily looked distressed, but quickly continued. ¡°I tell you there are too many spiders. Too many spiders all over. Everyone trade spider silk.¡± Then she walked stiffly away and vanished among the other trader nomads. Oz wasn¡¯t sure how to interpret her actions.
After the traders had moved on, Oz speared another fish from the stream to eat. He passed a mostly idle afternoon at the roundhouses, but with no one to talk to and nothing to do, he decided that his investigations had stalled. The two people from last night would be suspicious if he remained another night to try and talk to them again. He walked back home, arriving late in the night. In the morning, he gave his new trinket to one of his little cousins.
The dungeon core mind had begun life with a set of dungeon core instincts and a set of plant instincts. These instincts formed the foundation for the higher reasoning and memory systems of the dungeon mind, but in this particular dungeon the mind had not formed when the dungeon core was created. The ¡®space¡¯ for the dungeon core mind had been left empty.
As the dungeon core unlocked creature spawns and absorbed creatures, dense information bundles about the creatures flowed into the dungeon core¡¯s mind. This information defined the physical makeup of creature spawn and provided the instincts to allow the creatures to function. When a creature spawned, the creature instincts were copied out of the dungeon mind and overlayed with a set of instincts that compelled obedience to dungeon core commands and stopped dungeon creatures from trying to leave the dungeon.
In the Terse Elements dungeon core mind, these bundles of information drifted around the mostly empty space. Sensory information from inputs such as the eye vine mutation and the fairy¡¯s music seeped into the mind space and fell like rain. The drifting information bundles absorbed some of the sensory information, each according to its nature. The remaining sensory data fell down and inundated the foundational instincts of plant and dungeon core.
The bundle of butterfly information flapped slowly near the ¡°ground¡± in the dungeon core mind space. It had caught onto one part of the plant instincts and had been caught by an aspect of the dungeon instincts. The butterfly bundle formed a permanent connection between the two sets of instincts, a connection that caused the dungeon vine to flower.
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As butterfly numbers increased all over the dungeon, the visual data seeping into the mind space contained more and more instances of butterflies and butterfly movement. The bundle of frog information soaked up all the butterfly visual data it could reach. Every flap of bright colored wings fed into the frog instincts for catching prey. The frog instincts stimulated the rest of the bundle to turn and scan for more prey. The visual data was too fleeting and could not be tracked like proper food. The frog bundle drifted around the mind space, trying to feed its instinctual hunger.
A stream of particularly dense visual data pushed the frog bundle towards the ¡°ground¡±. As it scanned for food, it saw the butterfly bundle. Here was prey that held still long enough for the frog instincts to churn through the calculations for a tongue strike. The instincts signaled the physical frog information, and a line of information shot from the frog bundle. The line struck and adhered to the butterfly bundle.
In many ways, the frog bundle was the quintessential frog. Every frog in the dungeon was constructed from the information in the frog bundle and shared it¡¯s instincts. The frog bundle, however, lacked a physical form and so was unable to exert any force on either the butterfly bundle or the ¡°tongue¡± that connected the two bundles. The frog instincts had no concept of this situation and got stuck in a loop, trying to move on to the next step of swallowing and eating the food. The jellyfish information bundle drifted past.
A short time later, the snake information bundle spotted the mostly stationary frog bundles. The snake bundle slithered across the ground and up the frog tongue. It clamped down on the frog and looped its information around the frog as though it had real coils, squeezing hard. The frog instincts flipped back and forth between trying to eat and trying to escape. The three entangled information bundles continued to drift in the space but were constrained by their tether to the plant and dungeon core instincts.
One other information bundle moved towards the butterfly-frog-snake conglomeration. The mushroom bundle pushed thin tendrils along the ground in all directions. The tendrils crept over the plant and core instincts and pierced into cracks in all the information bundles near the ground. The moss information bundle and the apricot tree bundle lay on the ground due to their nature as plants. As the mushroom tendrils reached further across and into the plant and dungeon core instincts, tiny bits of mana began to flow across the network, in and out of the information bundles. The tendrils between the plant instincts and the apricot tree bundle became swollen with traffic.
Music from the dungeon fairy continuously sent small waves of mana into the dungeon core vine¡¯s mana system, and those waves caused even smaller waves in the dungeon core mind space. The mushroom network fluctuated in response to the music and a small spike of mana jumped from the apricot tree to the foundational plant instincts. Out in the physical dungeon, a new vine grew straight up into the air above the main vine body.
_ Natural Evolution: ¡°Towering Vine¡± Unlocked _
The jellyfish information bundle bumped into the millipede bundle. They both continued drifting through the mostly empty mind of the dungeon core.
Ch 21 - The Spear
Oz clutched a slightly squirming bag of blue dungeon beetles and walked up to Lou, the nomad trader. The man¡¯s name wasn¡¯t actually ¡®Lou¡¯, but Oz couldn¡¯t quite make the right sounds to match the nomad accent. He had apologized several times for his failure, but Lou asked him ¡°to apologize with wealth instead of words.¡± Oz had traded a bundle of dungeon harvests to Lou once every five days or so for a nearly a month. Oz received bits of metal in return. The nomad had called the metal, ¡°coins¡± and explained that the traders valued coins highly. Lou was happy enough to take some of the coins back in exchange for trinkets such as pretty shells from the coast. The shells had proven very popular with Oz¡¯s little cousins, which made him popular, which was nice. Oz had a growing pile of coins that he hoped to someday trade for a particular spear that Lou had shown him.
Lou turned to Oz and bowed. Oz nodded at him and began to speak, but Lou interrupted. ¡°Ah my great customer, Oz. Today I must say farewell and refuse trade. My journey leads me away to new lands and my space on these wagons is already spoken for.¡±
Oz was startled and dismayed. ¡°Oh teeth! You- I mean, I am sorry to hear you are leaving. Are you all leaving?¡± Oz glanced around uncertainly.
Lou grinned. ¡°You are surprised that I am leaving, yet you call us ¡®nomad traders¡¯. What is a ¡®nomad¡¯ but someone who is always on their way to somewhere else? To your question, no, we are not all leaving. That would be a major thing and probably go very poorly. A few of us feel the need to move on and so we will take a few wagons with us when we go. Others will no doubt feel the need to bring their own wagons and fill our places.¡± The sound of scuffing feet distracted Oz, but he tried to be polite and not show it.
¡°Thank you for that explanation, Lou. Is there a chance that you traded that spear I like to one of these other traders?¡± Oz didn¡¯t expect this to be the case, but the disappointment about missing out on the spear was hitting him hard.
¡°I did not trade it to another nomad, no, but I did trade it to another customer.¡± Lou bowed again to Oz. ¡°Farewell customer Oz.¡± He turned and walked away.
¡°Wait! Who-¡° Oz half shouted in a panic.
¡°He traded the spear to me.¡± A high, sing-song voice spoke from behind Oz. The scuffing footsteps had stopped. Oz spun around to see an older man in loose robes wielding the spear as a walking stick. The man¡¯s robes were made of multiple colors and had patches of dungeon butterfly wing sewn onto the hem. The man had white hair, lightly tan skin, and sharp grey eyes. The man gave Oz a small nod. ¡°Greetings, Oz. I wish to discuss the contents of that bag. Walk with me if you wish to have this spear.¡± The old man turned and strode down the path, scuffing his feet slightly with each step.
Oz felt entirely off balance and half considered throwing the bag of beetles at the old man in anger and desperation. Instead, he ran to catch up with the old man. ¡°Wait! Who are you?¡± He asked, nearly panicking.
¡°We met around a month back. You rudely butted into a private conversation in the middle of the night.¡± The man said. Oz¡¯s memories connected the man¡¯s voice and scuffing footsteps to the mostly-silent person from the night at the roundhouses. ¡°Oh, when you were-¡° Oz was cut off by the man striking the spear shaft against Oz¡¯s shin. ¡°Ow! Goblin teeth and bones, what was that for?¡± Oz stumbled and nearly fell to the ground. His faced flushed with anger and confusion. The old man kept walking.
¡°You will stop trading directly with the nomads. You will bring your harvests to my associate and we will conduct the trades. You will be rewarded according to your contributions. Agree to this and I will give you the spear. Refuse and I will destroy the spear.¡± The old man spoke evenly. Oz attempted to interrupt a couple times but the old man¡¯s voice just rolled over his objections. When the man stopped speaking, Oz managed to voice his biggest question.
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¡°Why should I blighting do that? Another spear will show up and I can trade for it with as many burning harvests as I want.¡± Oz spoke with anger and defiance, but he wasn¡¯t thinking his arguments through clearly. Also, he didn¡¯t walk away because he wanted the spear.
The old man smirked. ¡°Lou is gone, who will you trade with?¡± Oz noticed with irritation that the old man had pronounced Lou¡¯s name correctly.
¡°I¡¯ll just trade with one of the other nomads.¡± Oz said. He didn¡¯t see anything wrong with that assumption, but the old man¡¯s growing smirk made Oz want to punch his face in.
¡°You were lucky that Lou was so powerful and respected by this group. Not every nomad is willing to trade with anyone for anything from anywhere.¡± The old man turned off the path and Oz followed. ¡°Every person joining or leaving a nomad trading caravan has the potential to change the attitudes of the entire caravan. You might come back in a few days and be threatened as a brigand, secretly reported to the hill lord, or gifted with an official trading contract.¡± The old man rolled his eyes and made a scoffing sound. ¡°Their foolish ways make them difficult to predict.¡± Oz made to object to this arrogance, but the old man spoke over him again. ¡°I and my company know how to approach and identify willing traders. You do not. It is as simple as that.¡± The old man stopped walking in a small clearing between three trees.
Oz felt mostly frustrated at the old man, but the reasonable part of his mind pointed out that Oz really was ignorant of the traders; he hadn¡¯t even put effort into remembering the different kinds of ¡®coin¡¯. Oz glared at the old man for a few breaths while Oz¡¯s reasonable side talked him into agreeing. Oz¡¯s greedy side urged him to ask for more. ¡°And what else?¡± Oz asked. The old man turned to look at Oz with a raised eyebrow. Oz clarified. ¡°After I have the spear, I don¡¯t want to keep harvesting from the dungeon just to build a hill of coin, and I don¡¯t think you came out here just to save me from the nomads. What else do you want?¡±
The old man smiled and nodded, but his eyes held a challenge for Oz. ¡°Perhaps, on occasion, I could send someone from my company with you into the dungeon to harvest beyond the first floor.¡±
Oz put a skeptical expression on his face. ¡°I¡¯ve only been on three of the floors, and only two of those had ground to rotting walk on. There are more creatures in the dungeon that could be harvested, yes, but a person can only carry so much bread and beer at a time. The hill lord would notice a group large enough to harvest multiple floors.¡±
¡°We suspect there are greater treasures on the deeper floors of the dungeon.¡± The old man said. ¡°The badge on the doorway suggests as much. A small group could delve deep and retrieve just the treasures.¡±
Oz thought about that explanation for half a minute. Hilda¡¯s group had died looking for the badge treasure. Only two floors had been properly mapped, so no one even knew how deep the dungeon went. Oz was not convinced this idea had much chance of success, but it was a clear opportunity to progress his investigation. Was there a reason he could use as an excuse to accept but not be pressured into throwing his life away? He looked at the spear, still in the old man¡¯s hand. Experience for levels and skills was valuable and would be more abundant in the dungeon.
¡°I will agree so long as it is understood I won¡¯t throw my peaking life away. I¡¯ll turn back if I think we can¡¯t handle a floor.¡± Oz said firmly.
¡°I have no objection to prudence.¡± The old man held out the spear. ¡°I paid Lou to add something extra to this spear. Just a small enchantment to make the blade cut through most physical material. It should be quite useful in slaying dungeon monsters.¡±
Oz blinked in surprise and took the spear. ¡°Burn my bones, thank you!¡± He had wanted the spear because it was well made and beautiful¡ªhe had no expectations of having a magical weapon.
The old man nodded and began to walk away. ¡°Bring your next batch of harvests to the roundhouses where we met and my associate will arrange a group to delve the dungeon.¡±
Ch 22 - Ravens Paradise
A young raven hopped through the dungeon doorway. It flapped and cawed in surprise. Its black eyes sparkled as it cocked its head to survey the surroundings. The humans had harvested the dungeon the day before, so the number of creatures was greatly reduced. Several butterflies flapped lazily between flowers, and a few millipedes crawled over the leaf-covered ground. The young raven took a few steps back and forth as it surveyed. It cawed again and hopped back through the doorway. A moment later, it hopped back into the dungeon. It cawed and hopped out. It hopped back in. The raven spent a minute hopping in and out of the dungeon. The System stuttered a bit as it prompted the dungeon core for a response each time the raven re-entered the dungeon.
The raven finally took a final hop out of the dungeon. A few more creatures spawned in the main worldlet. Flute music sounded faintly across the worldlets. With a chorus of throaty caws, several other young ravens followed the first raven into the dungeon. The new ravens reacted the same as the first and hopped in and out of the dungeon for a minute. The first raven remained in the dungeon however, so the System had time to prompt for a select a response.
_ Higher Life Intruder Detected. Select Automated Response:
- Attack
- Claim (Unlikely)
- Dominate (Unlikely)
- Ignore
_
_ Random Selection. ¡°Claim¡± Selected. Claim Failed _
_ Random Selection. ¡°Ignore¡± Selected. _
The rowdy ravens began to explore the main worldlet. They flew around and over the large vines. A pair landed on a large flower and investigated it with their beaks. They ripped one of the petals off and let it drop to the ground. One raven stuck its head into the flower and came up brightly dusted with pollen. The other ravens cawed loudly at the yellow headed fool.
A larger raven dropped to the worldlet floor and pecked at a millipede as it emerged from under some leaves. The millipede turned to bite at the raven, but the raven easily hopped out of reach. A second raven joined in the assault on the millipede, snapping at the back of the millipede¡¯s head before flapping a safe distance away. The millipede thrashed back and forth between the two attackers until the damage overwhelmed it and it died. The two crows pecked at it a bit more to see if it was truly dead, then they began to pry off the carapace of the dungeon creature. The other ravens joined in and tore into the millipede. The interior was not exactly their favorite food, but that didn¡¯t stop them from cleaning out every edible piece.
A couple of the ravens tried to catch the large butterflies, but that turned out to be more difficult than expected. They quickly bored of that and flew to the top of the towering vine above the main vine body. This height gave them an excellent vantage to see a snake strike from a shadow and catch one of the ravens still on the ground. The snake¡¯s jaw engulfed the raven¡¯s head and upper body, leaving the wings to flap frantically for a few seconds before the abnormally large snake crushed the raven¡¯s bones. The two ravens at the top of the worldlet began shrieking it alarm. All the other ravens took to the air in response. They circled overhead a few times, cawing back and forth as they identified the enemy. Snake, they communicated. Large. Killed one of us.
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The snake pulled slowly back into the shadow, dragging the raven corpse along the ground. The other ravens cawed in anger. Kill! They yelled to each other. Their anger was not quite strong enough to overcome their fear and caution of the great snake. They circled a few more times. One raven landed on the vine above the snake and loudly cawed its displeasure of the creature. The ravens built themselves up for a few more passes before one was angry enough to attack the snake. The raven flew down to the top of the snake¡¯s head and stabbed at one of the eyes. The snake thrashed to defend itself and the raven had to flap hard to keep from being crushed under the snake. This additional attack on one of their peers was the tipping point for the small flock. They all flew down and struck at the snake¡¯s eyes and mouth.
If the snake had been in a better location or had not had a dead raven stuck in its mouth, it might have fought off the flock or escaped. With its mouth full, the snake could not move as quickly as it normally could, and moving forward was hampered by the wings and feathers of the dead bird. The flock grew more and more bold in its attacks as the snake¡¯s eyes burst and leaked blood. Eventually, the snake was dead and the ravens set to eating every soft part they could reach with beak or claw.
The snake was far too large for the small flock (now one smaller) to consume, and even before the ravens had eaten their fill, they were interrupted by the arrival of several large, featherless bipeds who entered the dungeon. The raven flock flew up to roost on the towering vine above everything so they could watch these bipeds from safety.
The featherless bipeds milled about at the entrance for a minute before the dungeon creatures rushed them. The bipeds slaughtered the small number of creatures without apparent difficulty. The ravens cawed softly to each other. They noticed that one of the bipeds had a big stick and killed creatures better than the other bipeds. The ravens also noticed that the bipeds weren¡¯t eating the carcasses and instead just walked away from them. How could they be so careless and just leave good food lying around? Not to worry, the ravens would gladly take over devouring carrion left behind by such foolish creatures.
The flock¡¯s attention was pulled from the attractive food by a startled squawk. One of the ravens had been watching the bipeds, but the bipeds had disappeared! The raven flew down to where the bipeds had been a moment before. It investigated by hopping around on a large vine and marching across the ground, looking for some bolt hole or other hiding place. The raven cawed out its findings and confusion to the other ravens, then that raven also disappeared. The other ravens cawed out their own startlement and flew down to investigate. The missing raven reappeared, cawing in triumph. It hopped back and forth a few times to show that this was a portal just like the one that brought the flock into this place. The ravens, one by one, hopped through into the delta worldlet.
The ravens were delighted at the sandy area with running water. Several began washing their beaks and preening gore from their feathers. The sound of the bipeds fighting more creatures gradually grew more distant, so several ravens flew up into a convenient apricot tree to watch. The flock felt happy at the sight of more carcasses left behind by the bipeds. With plenty of water and abundant carrion, this new place was shaping up to be a raven¡¯s paradise.
Ch 23 - Delvers
Oz stumbled into the delta worldlet from the portal to the acid rain worldlet. He held his hands firmly over his eyes, but the rest of his face showed a pained grimace. His voice held pain and anger. ¡°Dragon teeth and burning bones! Rotting goblin ears! Peaking rotten goblin burning bones!¡± The other people in his group stumbled back out of the portal behind him. They rubbed their eyes and wiped rain from their faces.
After a few moments, one of the others spoke to Oz. ¡°You should not have kept your eyes open, Oz. We can follow the vine well enough to find another portal with eyes closed.¡±
Oz whirled towards the voice, squinting his eyes in pain. ¡°Eyes closed?¡± He yelled in disbelief. ¡°Eyes rotting closed? With burning dungeon creatures swarming us in every room? Go climb a mountain, Sif.¡±
Sif, the one who had spoken, made an exasperated sound. ¡°It¡¯s just been a handful of these fae-blighted critters. We can probably just stomp our way through the whole burning place.¡±
Oz glared at Sif for a moment, then turned and walked away. The others looked back and forth between themselves, worried that Oz was leaving. Oz walked up to a monster corpse and speared it through the middle. He returned to the group with a snake dangling from the end of his spear. ¡°You see this, Sif?¡± Oz said. ¡°This is a snake. Scales, it¡¯s a big snake.¡± Oz waved the snake slowly around so everyone had to look at the creature. ¡°The first week these green ghosts showed up in the dungeon, a harvester lost a foot.¡±
One of the others, (Sif¡¯s twin sister, Sig) furrowed her brows in confusion. ¡°It doesn¡¯t look like a venomous variety.¡±
¡°It wasn¡¯t venom.¡± Oz audibly struggled not to yell. ¡°It was an acid snake. Bit him and burned off his foot at the rotting ankle.¡± Oz snapped his spear to his shoulder to throw the snake corpse off behind him. He heard a few caws from the ravens that had followed around the dungeon floors. Oz continued, ¡°I¡¯m not going back in there until we have¡¡± Oz floundered for a moment, trying to think of something. ¡°Dark glass to protect our burning eyes. If we can¡¯t see, we could get separated or overwhelmed. We won¡¯t find any treasure on the mountain if we¡¯re dead.¡± Oz paraphrased an old saying about adventurers looking for dragon hoards.
The fourth member of the group, Tarka, took a breath and let it out. ¡°He¡¯s right.¡± The voice was from the same person that Oz had spoken to at the roundhouses¡ªthe one other than the old man who had bought the spear. The man wore black and grey clothing and wielded a bronze sword. Tarka spoke again, ¡°Even with a blind-fighting skill, you have to have some familiarity with the area or the enemy. It¡¯s all right, a little delay for some dark glass won¡¯t leave us starving.¡± Oz nodded at Tarka in gratitude. The man was not tall; thin with short, greying hair. He kept his beard trimmed down to stubble which showed off his strong jaw and lean face. Tarka¡¯s appearance was a strong contrast to the twins. They had large soft looking faces with light brown hair and dark brown eyes. They dressed in similar outfits of creamy tan and wielded axes.
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¡°But¡± Tarka said, disappointing Oz, ¡°I think we must at least take a short look through the other portal.¡± Tarka pointed off to the side where a second large vine ended in midair¡ªa sure sign of a portal in this dungeon. Sig and Sif gave sounds of assent and started walking. Oz hesitated, unsure about the wisdom of resisting, then sighed and followed after the others.
Through the other portal, they found the oasis worldlet. The light in that worldlet was dim, as though dusk had arrived. Oz looked around at the mostly empty worldlet and tasted the dry air. The large vine stretched down the sand and along one edge of the pond. The pond was surrounded by moss and rippled slightly from the small breeze. Dim light reflected off the pond.
Sif stepped forward. ¡°This is nice. I wonder if there are fish in that pond.¡±
Oz¡¯s eyes were pulled away from the pond by motion in the air. ¡°Above!¡± He shouted and lifted his spear into a higher guard. A small cloud of butterflies flapped lazily above the group. As the others looked up, multiple butterflies released a spray of acid down on them. Tarka yelled in surprise and ran back through the portal. Oz was all for leaving, but he was caught off guard by Tarka abandoning the group so suddenly. He yelled out to Sig and Sif who hadn¡¯t noticed the older man¡¯s retreat. ¡°Back out the portal! Run!¡±
Oz swept his spear sideways to try and fan the acid away from himself, but Sig and Sif were further in and had no choice but to run through the spray as it fell. Sif yelled in pain but the twins made it through the portal. Oz followed immediately behind.
The spirit of exploration had abandoned the party, it seemed. Tarka hiked back through the delta worldlet without discussion. Sif and Sig wiped acid from their skin and rinsed in the water on the ground. Sif had been injured on his neck by the acid spray and was bleeding. Oz looked at Sif¡¯s injury, but he didn¡¯t have much knowledge of wound treatment. The man would scar, but that was a much better result for a neck would than it could have been. Oz tried discussing preparations the group could make for the next delve into the dungeon, but the twins weren¡¯t very interested.
Outside the dungeon, Oz caught up to Tarka and forced the man to discuss necessary preparations for the next dungeon delve. Tarka was a bit surprised that Oz wanted to discuss it further than ¡°get dark glass¡±, but he was open to the idea of a few simple supplies and an hour of training for the group. Tarka made it clear that the other ¡®delvers¡¯ wouldn¡¯t tolerate long or formal training. Oz decided that he had gotten all he would get from the conversation and went home.
Ch 24 - Underworld
The ravens explored multiple worldlets in the dungeon. The sauna worldlet and the acid rain worldlet were natural barriers that the ravens were not motivated to cross, so they stuck primarily to the main worldlet and the delta worldlet. One or two ravens would enter the dark and oasis worldlets for a bit of amusement. A certain dungeon creature was not amused by the presence of the ravens.
A snake, smaller than average for dungeon snake spawn, had witnessed the ravens kill the snake that tried to eat a raven. The witness snake had retreated to its burrow. When the dungeon command came to attack the Oz¡¯s group, the snake resisted the command. It burrowed further into the ground, trying to get away from the ravens and the dungeon command that would surely lead to the death of the snake. The snake burrowed past a main root of the dungeon vine and was struck by a clear and powerful echo of the dungeon music. The snake lay in the burrow, hypnotized, until after Oz¡¯s group left. The snake no longer felt the push from the dungeon¡¯s command, so it turned around and peeked out at the surface. When it heard the ravens cawing, the snake turn back around and continued digging deeper.
The snake did not have digging appendages, so it used its nose like a shovel. It pushed the dirt behind it by shoving with its scaly body. Since the dirt near the root was somewhat easier to dig and the dungeon music was very clear, the snake burrowed in a sort of spiral down to the bottom of the worldlet.
The snake found that it could dig no further, so it coiled tightly around the lowest tip of the dungeon vine root. The dungeon music calmed the snake. When the next dungeon command came, to attack a group of harvesters, the snake ignored it. It was content to rest at the bottom of the world, listening to music in the dark. The snake occasionally strained to push further down and closer to the root.
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A new worldlet formed at the bottom of the main worldlet. The dungeon vine mana in the roots had interacted with the dungeon music and the mana of the snake and reached a threshold to claim a space from the void.
The snake knew immediately that it¡¯s environment had changed. The air was warmer and more moist. The snake felt packed earth under its scales and felt space around it like a tunnel. The snake slowly uncoiled and sensed its surroundings. It smelled water from down the tunnel. The snake slid down the tunnel, still content. The dungeon music filled the entire dungeon underworld.
Inside the dungeon mind, the dungeon instincts and the plant instincts contested each other¡¯s control over the dungeon mana. The dungeon instincts had felt the new worldlet form and sent mana to reinforce the connection. This mana caused the roots of the vine to grow rapidly in the underworld worldlet. The plant instincts objected to growing roots more deeply¡ªthese instincts came from a creeping vine which rooted often but did not root deeply. The plant instincts pulled mana out of the too-deep roots along with extra water and nutrients. The dungeon instincts sent mana to stimulate dungeon creature spawns, but the plant instincts took that away as there were no fruits in the underworld.
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As the instincts struggled, the System detected a specific pattern of mana in the highly contested flows in the vine roots.
_ Spell Unlocked: ¡°Earthen Wall¡± _
_ New Spawn Mutation Available: ¡°Earth Alignment (defend)¡± _
As the new mutation was added to the dungeon instincts, a shock of mana flowed across the mushroom network inside the dungeon mind. The mana shock ricocheted off several of the information bundles and into the plant instincts. A dormant section of the plant instincts activated.
In the underworld worldlet, tubers began to grow along the dungeon vine roots. The largest tuber sagged and broke free of the roots. It hit the tunnel floor and split open to spawn a spider. The spider immediately followed its instincts and walked until it hit a wall of the tunnel. It crawled up the wall and attempted to spin a web. The second dropped tuber spawned a jellyfish. Already sightless, the jellyfish drifted through the tunnel, bouncing off the roof and walls. A millipede spawned next and crawled through the tunnel in search of food.
The vine roots grew slowly along the underworld tunnels, but the worldlet gradually filled with dungeon spawn. The moss and lesser vines failed to grow in the absolute darkness of the tunnels, so they typically wilted and were trampled by the tunnel snake. Millipedes and bats adapted to the tunnels well enough that the tunnel snake had to exercise its cunning to hunt them. Mushrooms spread well in the dark, and a few fish managed to flop down the tunnel to a small pool. The tunnel snake felt great contentment as it slid through the tunnels, hunting food and listening to the dungeon music.
In the underwater worldlet, the bats squeaked to each other in confusion. A new kind of bat had spawned from the dungeon vine fruit. The large bat with glowing white eyes swam in loops around the new bat. This bat was solid grey and appeared to be made of stone. It weighed down the dungeon vine it hung from, so it clearly wasn¡¯t going to succeed in swimming or flying. It could try to drink from the flowers, but if it slipped, the new bat would sink out of sight. The bat leader thought it would be a shame to lose any bat since bats had saved the dungeon from the void bubble. The bat leader dove into the air bubble and caught the vine. It squeaked loudly at the new bat. The new bat squeaked bat quietly. The large, white-eyed bat reached out with one blade claw and poked the new bat. Tink. The blade lightly bounced off the new bat¡¯s skin. Unfortunately, the new bat¡¯s claws ripped through the bit of vine it clung too and the bat plunged into the water.
The bat leader dove quickly after the new bat and snagged it which caused the bat leader to struggle mightily not to sink. The new bat was heavy. The bat leader strained to gain any speed and squeaked out a call for assistance. Several smaller bats swam over and latched on to the new bat or the bat leader. As one, they swam slowly towards the portal into the sauna worldlet.
With a squeaky cheer, the water bats got the new bat onto the dungeon vine. The new bat squeaked a thanks and crawled along the vine and through the portal.
Ch 25 - Easy Walk
Oz, Tarka, and three other delvers entered the dungeon. Sif and Sig were joined by a young man with black hair and pale, freckled skin whose name was Kian. They all wore cloaks and held large, flat shields. They waited at the entrance while the dungeon decided if it would attack. After a couple of minutes, Tarka let out a derisive laugh.
¡°All this extra preparation and it¡¯s not even going to attack. What a waste.¡± He said. The others grumbled a bit also. Kian dropped his shield on the ground and pulled off his bow.
Over the past couple of weeks, Oz had learned it was futile to respond directly to criticism from Tarka. Oz treated himself to a mental sigh before turning around and addressing the group. ¡°The dungeon creatures will act the same as natural creatures now. We don¡¯t know if the dungeon will change its mind later, forcing us to fight our way out. Kian, strap your shield to your back if you move with your bow out.¡± Oz turned back away from the group. Kian gave a shrug and slipped his shield onto his back, with a longer strap across his chest.
The group walked cautiously through the main worldlet and the delta worldlet without incident. The four with shields out held those shields high as they stepped into the Oasis worldlet. The light in the worldlet was transitioning between ¡®night¡¯ and ¡®day¡¯, and was dimly lit. The many butterflies flapped aimlessly through the air or perched on vine flowers.
Sig unfolded some large bags as Sif pulled out a fishing net. They had practiced this a few times to avoid the need for a discussion while being attacked by dungeon creatures. Oz moved ahead of the group and stabbed his spear at a bright green butterfly. The butterfly died quickly but let out a small puff of acid. Oz stepped backwards and held out his spear so Kian could get a clear look at the acid aligned butterfly. Kian hadn¡¯t been in the dungeon before and so was not familiar with the different types of creatures. After looking between the bright green butterfly and the other butterflies in the air, he grunted to Oz and pulled back an arrow. Oz flipped the dead butterfly off his spear and stood ready to defend the archer. Tarka drew idly in the sand, clearly not paying attention.
Kian shot half a dozen green butterflies. When he saw no more potentially acid aligned targets, he said, ¡°Done.¡± Oz and sift stepped forward for the next stage. Tarka was meant to advance with them, but he had been the most vocal delver in opposition to plans with more than two steps. Sif half spun and threw the fishing net high in the air. The net expanded above a group of butterflies and dragged them down to the ground. Sif and Sig pulled the net and butterflies back to the group and began moving them to the bags. They repeated this a couple more times before the bags were full.
¡°That went well.¡± Kian said. He stepped cautiously around on the sand, retrieving his arrows. Tarka snorted and turned towards the exit.
¡°It¡¯s brighter in here now.¡± Oz said. ¡°Like the sun is rising.¡± The others agreed with this observation. Oz walked to the pond and looked down in. He saw a few fish in the clear water. He considered asking Sif to throw the net in the water to catch the fish, but Tarka might just leave without them if they delayed any longer.
The group left the bags in the delta worldlet to be picked up on their way out. They each pulled out a curved piece of dark glass and tied it around their eyes. A bit of padding kept the glass from slipping and blocked light from the sides. Oz took a deep breath and stepped into the acid rain worldlet. The light through the dark glass was still bright, but it was similar to a clear summer day at noon and didn¡¯t cause much discomfort after a moment to adjust. The other delvers followed after Oz with shields and weapons out. Sig swung her axe at something on the ground. A snake head tumbled across the peat a short distance. Kian gave startled yelp but quickly refocused on scanning for targets.
They group killed a couple of salamanders which were nearby, then paused to adjust their cloaks and glass. The sideways rain weighed down their shields and leaked around the padding for the glass eye protection. The group wore waterproof cloaks and the raindrops rolled across them and dripped off the far side. Sif got a surprise as he wiped water off his glass to see a jellyfish drifting right in front of his face. With a startled curse, Sif stepped back and got his shield in between him and the jellyfish. The jellyfish slowly bounced off the shield and drifted away.
¡°Well done, Sif!¡± Oz said happily. ¡°The sting on those things burns like dragonfire. Better using the shield than your rotting hand.¡± He chuckled as Sif grinned widely. Oz turned to fully face the group. ¡°Now we explore a floor we know little about. It looks to me like a straight walk following the vine.¡± Oz gestured around and then towards the vine, which grew straight along the direction the rain fell. ¡°Kian, shoot as you see targets. Sig and Sif, keep anything from coming up on our sides. I¡¯ll take the front and Tarka guards Kian from the rear.¡± Oz paused to see if Tarka would object or ignore Oz¡¯s orders. To his mild surprise, Tarka didn¡¯t object and just positioned himself with his shield facing into the rain. Oz walked to the front and slung his shield onto his back so he could use his spear with both hands. They proceeded to move towards the far end of the vine. As they walked, the rain pushed a few jellyfish to drift into their backs. Tarka slew the first two with his sword, but then decided to just hold his shield up at an angle so the jellyfish bounced off and over their heads.
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The group slew a fair number of snakes and salamanders as they walked. They only saw one frog, which Kian shot before it saw them. At the end of the vine, the group paused again. Oz spoke with a grin. ¡°Easy walk through a goblin¡¯s garden. Next floor we have no burning idea what to expect. Might still be bright, might be pitch dark. I¡¯ll step through and right back to see if we need the glass. Then we¡¯ll all step through in this same order.¡± He unslung his shield and crouched behind it. He stepped through and immediately back. ¡°No glass.¡± He said and removed his eye protection. He squinted fiercely and stepped again into the portal.
Oz¡¯s eyes went wide as he got a good look at the stony worldlet. He nearly turned and ran, but Sig came through the portal and bumped him to the side. She swore and raised her shield. Oz belatedly raised his own shield above his head. The rest of the group stepped through and had a similar reaction. Kian fumbled with his bow and shield as he desperately tried to swap.
Hundreds of jellyfish floated around the group. In the grey light they appeared as a fog made of tentacles. Nothing was visible beyond the jellyfish and the group could only see the ground for a few yards in front of them. The jellyfish fog pressed in around them. The delvers swore again as a large spray of acid washed over the shields. They crouched down and pulled their shields tight in a sort of dome. The shields managed to keep out most of the acid and the group caught it¡¯s breath for a few moments.
¡°I saw something on the ground.¡± Sif surprised Oz by speaking up. The large twins didn¡¯t typically speak much.
¡°Scales! Everyone alright?¡± Oz asked the others. They all grunted or spoke a brief affirmative. ¡°How far was it?¡± Oz asked Sif. Sif shrugged. Oz tried to peak between the shields but couldn¡¯t see. ¡°Fine. We move slow and low. Try to go straight ahead, we don¡¯t want to get lost.¡± Oz shuddered at the idea of crawling for hours under the jellyfish fog. The group moved forward slowly. A few strides away from the portal, they all swore again as a wave of water rushed over their feet. A few strides further the water receded and Sif picked something off the stony ground.
¡°It¡¯s a sword.¡± Sif said. He had hooked his axe to his belt and held a bronze sword. Oz thought the sword looked very similar to Tarka¡¯s sword. Tarka seemed to agree.
¡°Give me that!¡± Tarka snapped at Sif. Sif handed the sword back to Tarka. Tarka put his own sword away and glared at the found sword. Oz waited for a long while but decided that Tarka wasn¡¯t going to be offering any insight aside from his unhappy expression. Oz ordered them back to the portal and out of the stony worldlet.
Back in the main worldlet, the delvers lost their willingness to obey Oz¡¯s orders as they prepared to leave the dungeon. They hadn¡¯t found any treasure other than the sword, and Oz figured the trip was worthwhile experience but not something they would repeat soon.
Tarka stood in front of the exit and glared at the other delvers. ¡°There¡¯s two other floors we can access from this one.¡± He said. Oz wasn¡¯t sure if Tarka meant to threaten them, but the extra sword was still in his hand by his side.
Oz felt very unsure about the other floors, He hadn¡¯t even seen the one on the right. He tried to explain. ¡°The one in the back doesn¡¯t have much to stand on. This one,¡± He gestured to the right side of the dungeon. ¡°I haven¡¯t seen, they said it was too hot or something.¡±
Tarka glared harder. ¡°You just don¡¯t want us to find the treasure. Want to keep it to yourself.¡±
Oz glared back at Tarka. Tarka had been receptive to Oz¡¯s suggestions at first, but the man became more abrasive with each meeting. Oz huffed in irritation, then rubbed his chin in thought. He didn¡¯t want any of the delvers to harm the marvelous dark rainbows, but there was enough room for two to stand at the entrance. Perhaps barely enough room. Oz stuck his spear into the ground. He took off his shield and cloak and hung them on the spear. ¡°There isn¡¯t much room, so one person can come with me to look. Don¡¯t-¡° Oz paused as he realized how suspicious Tarka would be if Oz said not to bring any weapons. ¡°It¡¯s just¡ There isn¡¯t much room.¡± He turned and walked towards the back. Tarka dropped his shield and tossed the extra sword on it before following.
Oz rolled his eyes as Tarka hesitated to follow into the shadowed area in front of the portal to the dark worldlet. When the man finally joined him, Oz turned and stepped through the portal.
Oz carefully stepped forward to the edge of the pile of pebbles near the portal in the dark worldlet. He looked up in anticipation of having his breath taken away. The worldlet was even more striking than he remembered.
As far as he could see above, Oz saw rainbows illuminating floating patches of pebbles. Mushrooms and small vines grew out of many of the floating patches. The rainbows colored each and every mushroom. The rainbows stretched across the black space between the floating patches and colored a few drifting jellyfish. Oz realized that a few pebbles in each patch glowed and provided the source of light to make the rainbows.
Tarka stepped through the portal and gasped in astonishment. He stared into the silent black-and-rainbow dungeon floor with his mouth wide open. A bat fluttered swiftly in and out of the rainbows. The bat flew into the tentacles of a jellyfish and squeaked in surprised pain. ¡°Gods¡¡± Tarka said and took a step forward.
¡°Wait!¡± Oz shouted, but it was too late. Tarka¡¯s foot slipped down the side of the patch of pebbles they both stood on. He flailed his arms and awkwardly tried to fall backwards onto safe ground. The pebbles shifted under his other foot and he fell into the darkness. He jerked to a stop as Oz wrapped two hands around his ankle. Oz had thrown himself to his stomach just in time to catch Tarka¡¯s ankle. He dug his toes into the pebbles to avoid sliding off the side as Tarka had.
¡°Pull me up!¡± Tarka screamed in full panic. He waved his arms and kicked his free leg, trying to catch onto anything. Below him there were only a couple floating patches hanging in the pitch black.
¡°Stop kicking me!¡± Oz shouted angrily down at Tarka. He tried to pull the man back up onto the pebbles, but his leverage wasn¡¯t right. ¡°Reach up and grab onto my arm!¡± Oz had to repeat the instruction twice before Tarka seemed to hear it. The man struggled to ¡°sit up¡± while hanging upside down but managed to reach high enough to grab Oz¡¯s forearm. Using Oz¡¯s body like a barely adequate ladder, Tarka clambered back up onto the pebbles and threw himself through the portal exit.
Ch 26 - Cursed Oath
Oz stood and took another look at the beautiful rainbow dungeon floor. He took a deep breath and stepped through the exit. Tarka stood bent over with his hands on his knees, breathing heavily. Oz slapped the man on the back. ¡°Burn my bones, that was dangerous. Scales and teeth, let¡¯s not go back there.¡± Oz felt a bit unsteady but walked back to the others and explained what happened. They were surprised by the report since it had only been a minute or so since Tarka and Oz had left them. Sif and Sig walked to the back of the main worldlet to check on Tarka. Oz faintly heard Tarka angrily saying he was fine.
When he regained his composure, Tarka stomped up to the exit. Almost growling, he said, ¡°There¡¯s one more floor.¡± He paused, swallowed, then said more calmly. ¡°Does anyone feel like taking a look? Volunteer only.¡± The man still breathed a bit more quickly than normal and his face was flushed.
The other delvers looked at each other for a moment. Oz shook his head, refusing to go through the last portal. Kian shrugged and spoke up. ¡°I¡¯ll go. Just in and out, really quick.¡± Tarka nodded to him and accompanied him over to the right-side portal. Oz put his gear back on and pulled the spear from the ground. He looked up right as Kian fell back through the portal. The small archer vomited onto the ground and struggled to remove his cloak. Oz jogged over in alarm, but Tarka helped Kian to remove his cloak and get to his feet. Kian was soaked and sweat covered his face. Kian vomited again and undid his clothing to expose his chest, which was also coated in sweat. Oz handed the archer a flask of water.
¡°What happened?¡± Tarka said.
¡°Burning hot.¡± Kian panted as he spoke. ¡°I was boiling alive.¡± The archer drank some of the water and poured the rest over his head. Oz search around on the ground and soon returned with a few of the ice orbs from the fallen dungeon fruit. Kian gratefully rubbed the ice across his chest and neck. His breathing evened out, though he looked exhausted.
¡°Thanks for looking.¡± Tarka said. ¡°Sorry it wasn¡¯t nice. Gods, this dungeon¡¡± He trailed off, shaking his head. He snorted. ¡°The treasure is probably back there somewhere, right where we can¡¯t get it. I don¡¯t know anything that would let someone survive boiling alive for long.¡±
Oz remained in the dungeon after the other delvers left. He searched around for the flint and stone orbs until he had two bags full of sling ammunition. He spent a long time sitting on the pebbles and gazing at the rainbows in the dark worldlet. He took note of the creatures present and what he could see of the vine as it stretched upward. He thought he saw some eyes peeking around the patches of pebbles, but he couldn¡¯t tell what creature they might belong to. When he stood to leave, he noticed a damp patch on his hip. Searching the ground, he found a pebble that stayed slightly wet and slowly dripped water. He left the pebble tucked into the vine roots and walked home.
A few days later, Oz was kneeling in an unknown dungeon and wondering which of his decisions had led him to that moment. The old man who had bought the spear stood in front of him. Oz still didn¡¯t know his name, but the old man had scornfully explained that he was the wizard who worked with Hill Lord Andebert. Oz had never seen the wizard, having not spent much time in the actual hill fort. Behind the wizard, a circle of glowing red glyphs surrounded an oddly reflective white orb sitting on a stone plinth¡ªthe wizard and the delvers had referred to the orb as ¡®the dungeon¡¯ so Oz guessed that the orb was the ¡®dungeon core¡¯ that each dungeon was supposed to have. The core was mostly smooth, but it had a few black blemishes growing up from where it touched the plinth. The light from the core flickered unsteadily, which made it hard for Oz to tell if anything was moving in the shadows.
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The primary source of shadows was a dozen dark stone cages that grew out of the walls of the dungeon. The cages were full of giant spiders. Between each flicker of the light, oz was sure the terrifying creatures shifted their positions. Taken as a whole, the dungeon was not a place Oz wanted to return to.
The wizard held Oz¡¯s spear in one hand. With his other hand, he traced a complicated pattern next to the spear head. Whatever magic was happening to the spear, it was taking a while. The delvers stood in a loose group behind Oz, and he could hear them shifting their feet. Sif yawned. The delvers had led Oz into the back of a cave full of large jars and other common storage items. In the back of the cave, Tarka had waved a hand to reveal a hidden doorway into darkness. Oz had not wanted to enter the doorway, but the delvers had insisted, practically shoving him inside. The doorway had led to this dungeon where the wizard was waiting.
The wizard finally finished the magic and held Oz¡¯s spear high. The spear head glowed brightly and might have given off a soft hum. The old wizard spoke in his sing-song voice. ¡°As patron of this group of dungeon delvers, I command you to swear to protect the delvers from their enemies.¡± The wizard slowly lowered the head to point at Oz¡¯s chest. ¡°Swear or die.¡± A System message appeared in Oz¡¯s mind.
_ Warning: Violation of the Proposed Cursed Oath will Result In Death _
_ Warning: Violation of the Proposed Cursed Oath will Result In Multiple Unknown Consequences _
Oz felt himself begin to sweat as questions raced through his mind. Why was the oath cursed? How could there be more consequences beyond death? Would the wizard really kill him if he refused to swear? Who are the enemies of the delvers? Would swearing this oath violate his oath to Andebert? Oz could barely hear his own thoughts over the sound of his panicked heartbeat, but he managed to voice a very practical question. ¡°For how long?¡±
The wizard smirked arrogantly. ¡°Until I release you.¡±
Oz frantically tried to think through his options. If he refused to swear, he would die. If he swore but broke his oath, he would die. If he swore and was forced to break his oath to Andebert, he would be nearly powerless. Swearing was the only option that left Oz the chance of survival. Maybe swearing wouldn¡¯t be so bad, the wizard wasn¡¯t telling him to obey commands, after all. Perhaps he could influence the delvers to go somewhere far away from the hill fort so Andebert wouldn¡¯t ever find them. Oz took a deep breath and spoke. ¡°I swear.¡± He immediately felt something wrap around his heart and squeeze uncomfortably. He let out a small gasp and grabbed his chest.
The wizard¡¯s smirk widened into a vicious grin. He reversed the spear and offered it to Oz. ¡°Soon, but perhaps already, the Hill Lord will receive a message from me which will inform him of the existence of a dungeon cult at this location.¡± A few of the delvers made dismayed sounds, but Tarka ordered them to silence. The wizard continued. ¡°The message explains that I am at the location and I am fighting for my life and to prevent the release of a foul dungeon monster that would attack the hill fort, killing hundreds. The hill lord¡¯s duty requires him to respond to my message immediately. He will come here and kill or imprison everyone he finds. The delvers cannot run far enough to escape him.¡± The wizard paused for a moment, then continued. ¡°This makes him an enemy of the delvers.¡±
The pressure on Oz¡¯s heart spiked as the wizard spoke those words, and he found himself staggering to his feet. He snatched his spear from the wizard and turned toward the dungeon entrance. Several of the delvers¡¯ faces showed surprise and fear. Oz moved to exit the dungeon. The pressure on his heart seemed to pull at him, threatening to rip his heart out if he didn¡¯t move fast enough. By the time he passed through the exit, he was running as fast as he had ever run in his life. Outside the cave, he turned and ran towards the hill fort, towards Hill Lord Andebert, enemy of the delvers.
Ch 27 - Adventurer Satisfaction
Violet Danderpuff, the dungeon fairy, was enjoying his vacation, for the most part. The dungeon core enjoyed his flute music and didn¡¯t put any demands on his time, so he had spent weeks de-stressing in every way he could. He mostly played the flute, but he also caught up on all the book club books he had missed since graduation. Music, good books, and a little drinking. A perfect fairy vacation. Violet was getting bored.
He closed his latest book and set it on a little side table he had conjured. He rose from the reclined lawn chair and gave a big stretch. He adjusted his clothes, hair, and wings, then moved to stand politely in front of the dungeon core. He cleared his throat and spoke. ¡°Good morning, Terse Elements.¡± Words like ¡®morning¡¯ and ¡®night¡¯ were entirely arbitrary inside a dungeon, but Violet felt like he was having a morning. ¡°I¡¯ve been thinking, recently, that I might be of more benefit to you if I set up a visual scanner so I could look around and see what¡¯s going on out on your floors.¡± Violet gestured to the green walls of vines that surrounded the dungeon core. ¡°I¡¯m sure you¡¯ve got things under control, you are rather advanced for age, after all, but there are a number of tricks and tools that many dungeons never find one their own. This is the main reason we dungeon fairies exist, by the way, to make sure dungeon cores can make the most of every opportunity.¡±
The fairy paused and watched the dungeon core. It seemed to flicker only a small amount. Perhaps it is hesitant? Violet struggled to extrapolate the dungeon¡¯s mood from the flickering glow. ¡°D-Don¡¯t worry!¡± He said, nervously. ¡°I won¡¯t let the visual scanner distract me from playing the flute, I know how much you enjoy my music. It¡¯s just something I could use every so often just to do a small checkup, you know?¡± Violet wasn¡¯t sure if the flickering was a positive or negative response. He clenched his fists behind his back for a few seconds, unsure what to do. The fairy berated himself as he had a realization. It probably doesn¡¯t know what a ¡®visual scanner¡¯ is, ya damn fairy. Just make one and show it off.
¡°Here, I¡¯ll just whip one up really quick so you can have a better idea what I¡¯m talking about.¡± Violet half turned from the core and worked his mana for a few seconds. The mana twisted around itself before sliding apart into a smooth rectangle. An image of the main worldlet appeared in the air. Violet presented the image to the dungeon core. ¡°This is a visual scanner. It allows me to see out into your floors without anyone out there being able to detect it. See, I can move the vantage point around¡¡± The fairy flexed his will and caused the image to pan around the main worldlet. Then he had it float over above the exit and widened the viewing angle so he could get a good view of the whole thing. ¡°And I can adjust various things like the viewing angle, the side of the image, the spectrum being captured, and so on. What do you think?¡± He turned and smiled at the dungeon core, hoping for a positive response after the demonstration.
Although Violet said the visual scanner could not be detected, one entity in the dungeon operated on different rules. The void bubble had fought to escape the dungeon vine¡¯s grip but had gradually shrunk to the size of a grain of sand. It¡¯s power was nearly spent but it saw a potential escape route through the magic of the visual scanner. It struck out and tried to seize it¡¯s freedom. Behind the dungeon fairy, the visual scanner fuzzed and switched to a scene of impossible iridescence and sharp, dangerous looking shapes.
The dungeon instincts in the dungeon core mind detected the attempt by the void bubble to infect an existing spell, and the mushroom network delivered some of the details to the plant instincts. The mana in the gall around the void bubble tightened, nearly crushing the bubble out of existence. The void bubble¡¯s connection to the visual scanner broke, and it shrank to the size of a speck of dust.
In front of the dungeon fairy, the dungeon core flashed brightly. Violet took that as an enthusiastic positive response, similar to when it had agreed to hear flute music. The fairy clapped his hands. ¡°Excellent! I¡¯m excited to take a tour of the dungeon and see what you¡¯ve built.¡± He summoned his lawn chair directly to him and sat to view the scanner in comfort.
Violet surveyed the creatures in the main worldlet. He had a wonderful time watching vine fruit spawn creatures and watching those creatures compete for resources. On a whim, he followed an earth aligned beetle for half an hour until it was eaten by an acid aligned snake.
¡°A very interesting little ecosystem you¡¯ve built here.¡± He told the dungeon core. ¡°I love how natural you¡¯ve made everything.¡±
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Violet was surprised by the presence of natural ravens inside the dungeon. Allowing natural creatures to live in a dungeon was often quite dangerous¡ªthey would slowly become as strong as dungeon-spawned creatures but would not be subject to dungeon core commands. Violet decided to keep silent on the matter for now and just focus on the positives. He moved his scanner into the sauna worldlet to continue his tour. He found the void artifact immediately.
¡°Ah, oops.¡± He grimaced. ¡°A void artifact. I apologize again, I should have been awake and able to assist you with this. It looks like you have handled it just fine, though.¡± He cleared his throat and tried to smile. ¡°It¡¯s funny, I had thought that I smelled some void influence somewhere around here. This artifact must have an unusual amount of void residue.¡±
In the underwater worldlet, Violet expressed ample admiration for the unique environment and the ¡®Boss¡¯ bat with the glowing white eyes. ¡°Unusual to have a boss this early! I think adventurers will have quite some difficulty with an underwater fight against an agile swimmer. Very tricky!¡± Violet chuckled as he imagined how such a fight might go.
The dungeon fairy toured the other worldlets but failed to notice the underworld worldlet, since it¡¯s entrance was underground and the tunnel to it had collapsed. He played his flute a bit as he enjoyed the interesting sights for a few hours. When he was done watching the scanner, he turned back to the dungeon core.
¡°That was excellent. Thank you so much for allowing be to view it more directly. It¡¯s a truly impressive set of worldlets you¡¯ve built.¡± Violet nodded politely in respect to the dungeon core. ¡°I noted a couple of things that I think we should discuss.¡± He summoned a notepad and pen to jot down some notes. ¡°The first item is one of dungeon safety. There are some natural creatures present in the dungeon. The ravens probably don¡¯t pose any threat right now, but over time, they will absorb ambient mana and grow stronger. They might undergo a mutation or develop spells that could turn them into serious threats. You need to have a plan for dealing with the natural creatures¡ªclaim them or kill them are the most reliable choices.¡± The fairy paused for a second to see if the dungeon core would respond. It glowed in a calm, undisturbed manner. Violet put his concerns on the back burner and moved to the next item.
¡°The second item is about adventurer satisfaction. That might sound odd, since we don¡¯t work for the adventurers, but adventurers are going to be your most effective source of experience and levels.¡± Violet took a sip of a fruity drink. ¡°The thing we are missing in your current set up is treasure. Adventurers love treasure. If there is treasure in a dungeon, adventurers will seek it out and take larger risks. There was a lecture about this that I really enjoyed in fairy school.¡± Violet proceeded to recite most of a lecture about risk and reward, luck and consequences. He described mechanisms of balance and strategies for handling groups of adventurers. The dungeon core glowed steadily throughout the lecture.
¡°Now, that was a bit more dungeon theory than I meant to go over, sorry.¡± Violet rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. ¡°But I can offer a specific application right now. I noticed that your fruit often spawn into samples of materials you have unlocked¡ªflint, stone, ice, and so on. This is an intriguing approach and I¡¯m sure people appreciate it, but it¡¯s not the same as real treasure. You do, however, have an unlocked treasure that would be perfect to mix in with these samples¡ªthe amber piece. Here¡¯s how we can add it¡¡± The dungeon fairy used an obscure mechanism to share his view of dungeon System controls with the dungeon core. He navigated to the spawn controls and the treasure controls and showed the core how to connect the amber treasure to the group of spawnable things. ¡°And that does it. Now people will get a taste of the treasure in the material samples on the ground. What do you think?¡± Violet looked expectantly at the dungeon core.
Across the dungeon, a wave of fruit fell to the floor and opened to reveal rich honey, colored nuggets. The dungeon core glowed brightly to supply the mana to spawn so much treasure at once. After the initial wave, amber began to spawn in equal ratio with everything else. The dungeon core settled back to glowing steadily, slightly brighter than before.
Violet beamed. ¡°I¡¯m so glad you like the result. Now, I have just two other locations that I think need proper treasure right away.¡± The fairy continued to talk and demonstrate how the dungeon System treasure controls worked. He placed a pile of amber at the bottom of the oasis pond and placed the chest of gold at the far end of the underwater worldlet. The boss bat swam over and perched on the chest of gold. It squeaked in challenge to any who dared try and steal from it. The other bats circled excitedly and let off jets of water in all directions.
Feeling very satisfied, Violet pulled out his flute and played it while watching the visual scanner. He watched as a group of harvesters entered the main worldlet and began capturing creatures. He didn¡¯t mind that the people were taking millipedes and beetles, but he felt rather uncomfortable when the people started catching the butterflies. The fairy twitched his own, very similar wings in sympathy.