by Adam Drake
Tress stared at me in horror. “But, what about my brother? Did he survive at least? His name is Perrin.”
I perked up at this. “Yes, we met Perrin. He was hiding in a house near the town square alive and well. But I don't know if he's still okay or not.”
“Oh, thank the gods! He's the only family I have left,” Tress said looking slightly relieved.
“Let's blow this joint, Vee,” Mudhoof said, getting nervous.
I pointed at the crystal on Tress's necklace. “What is that? It's quite beautiful.”
“Oh, this thing? It's something Perrin, and I came up with. He'd discovered a good luck chant in some old books he's always buried in. And I found a batch of these white crystals which can hold the chant indefinitely. Has brought little luck, I'm afraid. But it makes for a pretty trinket to wear.”
“Why are we talking about jewelry,” Mudhoof said, getting agitated. “We need to keep moving.”
Feign sensed what I was thinking. “Perrin wore a crystal just like that,” the mage said.
“Why, yes,” Tress said. “He and I are the only ones at the moment. Everyone else lacks good taste.”
I looked to Mudhoof and Feign. “Perrin was wearing one, and he didn't become infected by the Demon King. And Tress, here, hasn't been infected either.”
Mudhoof frowned. “So?”
To Tress I asked, “Do you have more of these anywhere?”
“Why, yes,” Tress said. “In my pack. I dropped it here somewhere.” He looked around and found his pack in a clot of webbing. Feign used his dagger to cut it free.
Tress opened his pack and revealed an inner pocket full of necklaces with the white crystals attached to them. “You can have these if you want,” the jeweler said. “It's the least I can do considering you saved me from such a horrid death.”
I thanked him and passed one each to Mudhoof and Feign. We all put them on.
“What do you think?” I asked Feign who was scrutinizing his crystal closely.
“I think this is better than nothing. But I'd wager that this crystal, and perhaps the charm within it, negates the Demon Kings magic to some degree.” He shrugged. “Or maybe it does nothing at all.”
I stood and stretched. “Well, we needed to save this guy for some reason or he wouldn't be here. Let's hope it pays off.”
Mudhoof said, “Let's go. I need to bash something before I climb the walls.”
“Tress, you'll need to hide out somewhere. The entrance has collapsed. Can you manage?”
The jeweler nodded. “Yes, yes. Of, course. There are plenty of places to hide down here. I'll be fine.”
He wished us luck and the three of us returned to the tunnel and headed back to the main passage.
“I'm not reading anything off of this,” Feign said holding his crystal up as we walked. “Usually the game gives even a basic description.”
“I dunno,” I said. “But let's hope it doesn't matter. They're good luck charms, and we need all the luck we can get. Whether the game describes them as such or not.”
Back at the main passage we paused to listen. Silence, thankfully. We resumed our progress down the main tunnel, Mudhoof at the front, Feign in the middle, and me taking up the rear.
The tunnel eventually opened up into a huge cavern. Rail lines and ore carts lined the walls at different levels which also extended downward out of sight. Fire sconces spaced out along the walls offered the only light.
We stood on the edge of our level and looked down. To the right the tunnel continue on.
“This is huge,” Mudhoof said. His voice echoed loudly off the walls.
“Shh!” I said, with a finger to my lips.
There was another sound, coming from deep within the labyrinth of mining tunnels.
We strained to make it out. But soon it became apparent what it was.
“Screaming,” Feign said, looking worried.
The sound got louder and became more defined. Screaming, and hollering and high pitched gibberish assailed our ears.
“Douse these orbs, Feign! Quick!” I said.
He did as asked, and our ledge went dark. Suddenly, at a level across from us people came running out of a tunnel.
They looked similar to the townsfolk, black veined and disheveled but their clothing was different. Most of them clutched a pick-ax or shovel and were waving them wildly about with no care if they accidentally hit anyone near them.
“Miners,” I said in a hushed tone.
Dozens of them shot out of the tunnel and followed its rail line alone the edge of the deep abyss. They streamed into another tunnel and were gone.
“Glad those twits are over there and not...” Mudhoof said when a loud scream to our left cut him off.
A small tunnel entrance I hadn't noticed suddenly vomited up a group of crazed miners. Similar to the others, they were armed and completely insane.
And they ran straight at us.
“They're mine!” Mudhoof shouted. And before I could respond the minotaur lowered his steel-pointed horns and used his charge ability.
Instantly, Mudhoof closed the distance between him and the miners. When he collided with the first one a shock wave blasted out from the point of impact.
All the miners, about six of them, flew back into the air. They all bounced off a rocky wall and tumbled over the edge, legs and arms flailing.
Their screams of rage slowly faded as they plummeted into the darkness.
Mudhoof was panting heavily and his eyes were wide. “Been wanting to do that for a while,” he said and chuckled.
From the tunnel the miners had popped out of came more screams.
“Let's keep moving,” I said. “I don't want to make a last stand with my back to a cliff.”
As the shouting grew with intensity, we hurried down the nearest passageway.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
We delved deeper.
The tunnel continued onward, and I had the sense we were crossing back under the valley. Perhaps toward Ashbrook as Tress had said. Many off shoot chambers and passageways tempted us, but as a group we decided to stick with the main tunnel.
Occasionally, we would hear the screams and ravings of the afflicted miners, but for the moment, they were far away.
But bumbling along through the dim passageways did not sit well with Mudhoof.
“This is boring,” the minotaur said. “When can we start fighting again?”
“I'm happy things have calmed down,” said Feign. “We don't want to lose another group member. There is still the final fight to come.”
He meant the final showdown with the Demon King. Defeating him would give us the Legendary Item. But considering how incredibly powerful the King was, I started to have doubts that we'd ever finish this quest.
“Whatever,” Mudhoof said. “Gimme something to kill and I'll kill it. Prancing along these tunnels is getting to me.”
Up ahead we could see the tunnel ending at a chamber infused with bright light.
“I think you may get some excitement real soon, Muddie,” I said.
With caution we approached the lit chamber.
As we entered I was struck with a strong sense of vertigo. A wide chasm opened up to the immediate left with a sheer drop into blackness. Far across this void was a ledge lit with torches.
We stood on a ledge very similar, lined with torches along the rock wall to our right. A rail line started here and went to the other side of the chamber. There was a large hopper set in the ground at the end of the rail line. It was meant to store ore dug up by the miners. Against the far wall was a small metal door. Finally, there was a large ore cart on the start of the rail line.
“Wow,” Mudhoof said with dripping sarcasm. “Exciting.”
I was about hit back with a little sarcasm, too, when Feign shouted, “Look! Over there!”
We looked were he pointed.
Way over on the far ledge four figures entered. They weren't too distant to make out exactly what they were. Two looked li
ke ninjas, one in blue garb, the other green.
“Ninjas!” Mudhoof spat. “I hate ninjas more than spiders.”
The third figure walked in a stilted manner and resembled a humanoid statue carved from marble.
“A stone mage,” Feign said with a frown. “That's not good.”
The final figure was all to apparent. A centaur. His human torso clad in samurai armor.
“Our old buddy,” I said. “Mr. Centaur-Samurai. Well, this should make for a lovely reunion.”
The rival group noticed us, too, and glared across the vast expanse.
“And they're not down a man, like us.” Mudhoof scowled at them. “I don't have an attack with range. Why don't you try shooting at them, Vee?”
“I don't know what good it will do...” I said before Feign pushed me.
“Look out!” The mage shouted.
Before I knew what happened a pillar of ice instantly appeared at the edge of the chasm next to where I had stood. A shuriken, a ninja throwing star, had buried itself deep inside it. It had been aimed at me.
I blinked in surprise from the ground, not just from the attack but also the quick movement the mage had just pulled off.
“Sorry about that,” Feign said offering me his hand and pulled me up.
“No problem, speedy,” I said. “And thanks.”
Mudhoof looked at the shuriken. “Nice block, Snowball. But do you have enough juice to make more of those?”
Across the chasm, the other group hollered and shook their fists. Even from here I can see little tiny FILTERED labels covering the fingers they held up.
“Not for many more, I'm afraid,” Feign said. “Let's not make ourselves targets any longer than we must. Which begs the question. What now?”
It was then I noticed that the other ledge had an ore cart, too. As well as a hopper with a metal door beside it.
Realization then struck me. “Oh, no,” I said. “Don't tell me.”
“What?” Asked Mudhoof.
“Group Challenge To Begin,” said a silky voice. It was the same one we heard when we first entered the quest zone.
“The heck is this?” Mudhoof said looking around bewildered.
The voice continued. “Place ore in the cart, then put the ore in the hopper. The first group to complete this task will be allowed to continue.”
“FILTERED!” Mudhoof said.
Piles of blue ore faded into existence around us and along the rail line. Ore also appeared on the other group's ledge.
“Now this is unusual,” Feign said, giving the piles of blue ore a worried look.
“Begin!” The voice declared.
“Okay, grab the ore!” I shouted unnecessarily as the other two leapt into motion.
We each grabbed the blue ore and tossed it into the cart with a loud clatter. But when I grabbed an ordinary stone, I couldn't lift it and got a message on my view screen. “Blue Ore Only.”
“Fine,” I said, and switched to a large chunk of blue ore.
Within a few minutes we'd picked up all the ore on this end of the line. More ore was a little further down the rail.
“Push the cart!” I said.
Mudhoof and I pushed against the massive ore cart, but it barely moved. The wheels were old and rusted.
I stopped and tried to think. “Feign, can you put ice on the rails just in front of the wheels? It might help us move it.”
“I will try,” the mage said. He rubbed his fingers together and fine snow sprinkled down. It landed on the rails and formed slick ice on the metal.
We pushed again. This time the cart moved, but with great effort. Once we got it further down the line, we stopped and shifted to scooping up ore.
I gave a quick glance across the chasm. The other group were moving at top speed, throwing ore into their cart. They'd even had it further down the line than ours.
“They're ahead of us!” I said.
“Keep working!” Mudhoof said, tossing armfuls of ore into the cart.
Once we'd grabbed all the ore in that section Feign worked his ice magic on the rails again. The cart was a pain to move but we could still make progress to the next section of the line.
We did this two more times, and the cart was about half full.
“How much do you think we need?” Mudhoof said, panting. His large hands allowed him to grab more ore which I took for a blessing.
“I think we're expected to get all of it off the line,” I said. “Then we move it to that hopper thing.”
I looked again at the other group. They were farther ahead of us by at least one section by my guess.
I shook my head. “Maybe their cart's wheels aren't as messed up as ours.”
The centaur-samurai pressed his should up against their cart. The other members simply stood back, not attempting to help.
“What are they doing?” I said.
The centaur pushed, and the cart moved down the line with ease.
“That lucky jerk,” Mudhoof said. “He's got a strength enhancing ability. Must have been saving it all this time because you can only use it for a brief period in a day.”
“Do you have anything like that?” Feign said, hoisting a large chunk of ore into the cart.
Mudhoof raised and arm and flexed a huge muscle. “Pure Bull-Brawn is all I need!” He slammed into the cart and it moved forward while Feign hastened to apply ice to the rails.
After three more arduously cleared sections it became apparent our two groups were neck and neck.
“Nice! Even a man short we're kicking their butts,” Mudhoof said with a grin.
We had cleared the last section of ore and all that remained was to push the cart to the hopper.
“Okay,” I said, “Last push!”
The moment I touched the cart a loud crash threw me back.
This time, thanks to activating my sure-footed ability minutes earlier, I did not get knocked to the ground, but Feign and Mudhoof weren't so lucky.
One end of the cart had been kicked off the rails and teetered precariously over to one side, threatening to dump the load of ore.
“What happened?” Feign asked as he picked himself up.
I looked. A shuriken stuck out of the cart. It must have had enough magical punch to nearly upend the heavy cart.
We all turned to glare at the other group.
They were laughing and pointing at us. The blue ninja waved, then bowed deeply. He'd been the one to throw it.
“Those FILTEREDs!” Mudhoof cursed.
Immediately, the centaur pushed on their full ore cart toward the hopper. I looked at our dislodged cart and over to them. They were going to win!
Then I lost my temper.
“Let's try pushing the cart up... Vee, what are you doing?” Mudhoof said in surprise. He must have seen my expression.
I walked to the ledge. The other group had turned their attention to their impending victory. Their cart was now in position. Even from where I stood I could see how happy they were.
My bow appeared in my hand, and I called forth a special arrow which I snatched from my quiver. Carefully, I aimed, and fired.
The arrow sailed across the gap.
At the last moment, the stone mage noticed and raised a hand to cast a spell, no doubt to block it.
But this arrow was not intended to hit anyone.
The moment it reached the other side, the arrow exploded.
Thousands of multi-colored beams of light shot out from above the other group. There was no sound, only the intense flickering of beams that blinded everyone within range.
The four figures began running around wildly, bumping into the rock wall and each other. The cascade of light didn't stop. Their cart was all but forgotten.
“A disorientation spell!” Feign said with a wide grin. “Very nice, Miss Valesh.”
“We don't have much time,” I said. “Let's get this back on the rails.”
With a lot of effort, and grunting and curses from Mudhoof, we pushed the cart back in
to position. Then, shoved it down the last of the line in front of the hopper.
I looked over at the other group who were still running around without purpose. Their confusion was total. I could imagine their players swearing and cursing up a storm once they'd lost control of their avatars.
