by Adam Drake
“Wally's Womp,” Kragg said.
“Wally's Womp?” Mudhoof said. “There's a place called Wally's Womp?”
Kragg shook his head. “No beef-for-brains. It's the name of the travel gate.”
“Watch your mouth!” Mudhoof said. The two scowled at each other.
“Huh?” I said, befuddled. “Wally's Womp is the name of the gate? That doesn't make sense.”
Kragg waved a hand dismissively, “You know what, this is crap. How am I suppose to deal with someone so dense? Besides, without an invite from Ogden himself, you won't gain access to the gate.”
Mudhoof said to me, “Do you believe him?”
I saw Kragg give the Void Portal another worried glance. “Yeah, I think so.”
“Really?” Mudhoof said, sceptical. “Why?”
“Because if I faced my character floating through a void for all eternity, I'd spill the beans, too.” I said and meant it. I looked to the Void Portal. The view it gave was beautiful but cold. Then I thought I glanced something moving, far off in the distance, snake-like and huge. But before I could query the game for an identity and statistics, the thing was gone.
Mudhoof's voice pulled me back to the situation.
“There is no such thing as a Wally's Womp,” Mudhoof said. He hitched a thumb at Kragg. “This green sack of unicorn dung is worthless.”
Now enraged, Kragg stood up in the orb. “It does exist! But if you weren't so daft you would take the time to check it out.” He punched at the orb. “Let me out of here and I'll turn you into hamburger, stupid man-cow!”
“That's it!” Mudhoof yelled and with nostrils flaring suddenly used his Charge ability.
“No!” I shouted and reached for Mudhoof. But there was no way you could stop a charging minotaur.
Mudhoof head-butted the orb at full speed hitting it with a loud crack. His head whipped back from the impact, snorting with rage.
The orb shot away, with Kragg panicking inside, and passed straight into the Void Portal. The moment the orb crossed over from our dimension into the other, the gate instantly shrunk and vanished.
Mudhoof looked at me with a sheepish grin. “Been wanting to do that since this started.”
“That was uncalled for,” I said. I intended to let Kragg go, but by leaving him here in the Orb for a few days, at least. Once we checked out if the gate existed where he said, I would return and reverse the orb's creation. Now that would not happen at all.
Mudhoof shrugged, “Yeah, maybe a little, but it felt good. So, Vee, what do we do now?”
I let my anger subside. Mudhoof was one of only a handful of allies I had in this entire game. I could not afford to alienate him by losing my temper. Instead, I put Kragg out of my mind and answered Mudhoof's question.
“Now?” I said. “Now we go kill Ogden Trite.”
CHAPTER THREE
We emerged from the dank chamber and out into the shadows cast by the high cliffs which surrounded us.
I glanced over at the river and its opposite bank. There was no one here. None of Kragg's cronies had arrived, yet. But I did not doubt they were coming. We may have trapped the ogre in the Orb, but that did not prevent him from using the in-game chat to call for help. While we were interrogating him he was calling in favors.
Mudhoof must have been thinking the same thing. “We need to make tracks, Vee. The cavalry may be coming.”
“Agreed,” I said, “let's find the closest Locators Guild, then try to get a bead on this Wally's Womp.” I pulled up the local area map and did a quick search.
While I did so, a chat request appeared at the edge of my vision. From 'Bishop The Red'. I rejected the request out of annoyance. Whoever it was could wait.
Mudhoof snorted and kicked at the sand. “Wally's Womp? Nonsense. We couldn't trust that guy to tell the truth, anyway. Yeah, it was worth the shot to trap him, and kinda fun, too, but come on. Can't trust him as far as I could throw him.” He thought for a moment. “Oh, wait. I did throw him, and damn far, too. Never mind.”
I tuned the minotaur's rambling out and found what I needed. “Ingot's Perch has a Locators branch. And, hey, it's just down the river from us, not that far.” I closed the map. “Okay, we need to-”.
I didn't get a chance to finish. Mudhoof was looking at me when something over my shoulder caught his attention. As he opened his mouth to shout a warning, I was already moving.
But not fast enough.
My simulation suit registered a sudden deep pain under my left shoulder blade.
The combat log window at the lower right of my vision blared a message in bright red font:
Perriwinkle KillUGood Backstabs Vivian Valesh for 388 hit points of damage.
Then beneath that:
You have been poisoned. Poison unidentified.
My avatar was stunned and collapsed to the sandy ground. I twisted around to look at my assailant.
A man wearing a dark hooded cowl whirled away. In one hand was a long crystal dagger, covered in blood. My blood. Across his back was a quiver, and a sword sheathed on one thigh. He had struck from a point of camouflage.
Another Shadow! I thought as I watched Perriwinkle run away.
Mudhoof roared, a double-bladed axe appearing in his hands, and gave chase. But Perriwinkle was quicker and made a dash for the river. Had Mudhoof not already used his Charge ability back in the chamber to knock Kragg's orb, he may have been able to use it now to catch the fleeing Shadow.
As Perriwinkle reached the edge of the river he dived into its rushing waters and vanished. Mudhoof stopped at the edge and screamed filtered profanities at him. I know he wanted to keep chasing him, but I needed help.
Fuming, the angry minotaur returned to my side. “Sorry, Vee! He came out of nowhere. Nothing I could do.”
I nodded and tried to get into a sitting position. Mudhoof eased me up a little, cradling me in one massive arm. “No worries,” I said. “Now I know what it's like to get attacked my a Shadow.” I managed a laugh but my avatar coughed up blood, instead.
Mudhoof looked me over. “How bad is it? Tell me you ain't gonna have to re-roll. Not now.”
A green icon shaped like a water drop appeared in the top right corner of my view-screen, indicating my poisoned status. That backstab took almost eighty percent of my health in one fell swoop. Had I not turned when I did, I might have been killed instantly.
But now, what little health I had slowly ebbed away because of the poison.
“No re-roll. At least not in the next few minutes. But time is counting down.”
“Here, take this Health Boost,” Mudhoof said passing a little square packet with a red cross on it. “Should buy you some time.”
I didn't have the heart to tell him I'd already used a Health Boost during my initial encounter with Kragg. Applying this one so soon after would dull its effect. I still used it though and my health bar only went up fifteen percent. This was looking grim.
“I need a Temple,” I said, stating the obvious.
“Right,” Mudhoof said, nodding vigorously. “Good idea. I'll just-”.
An arrow suddenly thunked into the side of Mudhoof's head just below a horn.
“What the...?” he said. He grabbed the arrow and yanked it out. He looked around, angrily. “Who the hell did that?!”
I pointed weakly upward.
Far above, on the edge of the cliffs that encircled this little sandy patch, stood a row of archers. From what I could see, there were close to ten of them.
“Oh, FILTERED,” said Mudhoof as he gazed up at them. “Kragg called in an army?”
“They're not players,” I said when I tried to focus on one of them.
“Huh?” Mudhoof said, then another arrow hit him in the back. Several others hit the surrounding sand.
Frustrated, Mudhoof brought out a shield from his inventory. It was a black segmented shell from a huge beetle. From end to end it was almost as tall as Mudhoof.
Braced against an arm, Mudhoof put it over u
s as he hunched down. A volley of arrows cracked against its surface and were deflected. None of them could even pierce it.
“Nice,” I said, trying not to stare at my dropping health bar. Got to keep an upbeat attitude in the face of impending doom.
“Picked this baby up while doing a Daily Quest, believe it or not,” he said with a wide grin. More arrows struck the beetle shield. “Sometimes mindlessly grinding experience points can pay off.”
I had pulled up the local area map, again, this time enquiring about the nearest Healer's Temple.
“Ingot's Perch,” I said.
“What?”
“It has a Temple!”
“Oh,” Mudhoof said as if realizing our current situation. “Right. Well, Vee, there seems to be only way to get out of here.” A machine-gun like cracking of arrows assailed the shield as if to emphasize his words.
“What's that?” I dared to ask.
“Time to pull out the big Sausage,” the minotaur said with an even wider grin.
I shouldn't have dared. “What? Sausage?” I said confused.
“Don't mind while I whip this out, ma'am?” Mudhoof said. He dismissed his battle axe and motioned the free hand toward his waist.
I was beside myself in disbelief. “What the heck are you going on about, Muddie? Now is not the time for juvenile jokes about your-”.
Mudhoof laughed and tipped the shield up a little and pointed at a patch of sand next to us. “Here, check out my big Sausage.”
At that moment, a massive pig popped into existence beside us. No, not a pig. A warthog!
I blinked in surprise. Huh?
“He's my new mount!” Mudhoof said with pride which was partly drowned out by a staccato of arrow impacts.
The creature was nearly twice the size as Smoke, and easily a million times uglier. A jumbled forest of tusks stuck out at all angles from its mouth. Thick tufts of hair bristled from unspeakable nooks and crannies along its dark pitted hide.
Fastened to its arched back was an almost comically small saddle.
“You named your giant pig mount, Sausage?” I said, shrinking health bar momentarily forgotten. Then I started to laugh, and couldn't stop.
“That's the spirit!” Mudhoof declared. “Now let's get out of here!”
With that he hoisted me up with his free arm and, while keeping the beetle shield over our heads, ran to his mount.
Mudhoof leapt into the saddle and wedged me between him and the enormously wide neck of the warthog. Arrows thunked into the animal's thick hide, but it didn't appear to even notice.
Mudhoof grabbed the reigns and kicked at Sausage. “Go! Go! Go!”
Sausage snorted loudly, spraying an ungodly amount of mucus and spit all over the place. Then he wheeled about and charged toward the river at full speed. Arrows continued to rain over us, and I grudgingly had to acknowledge the skill of those archers, so far up.
As we neared the river's edge I asked, “Does Sausage have a Leap ability?”
“Nope!” Mudhoof said.
“Do you?” I asked in alarm as the roiling water neared.
“Nope!” he said again.
When he reached the very edge of sandy bank Sausage made an effort to jump. And barely a third of the way across we dropped straight into the water.
For a few moments we sank like a stone, but to my relief we all popped back up to the surface. Sausage was more buoyant than he looked.
As water sloshed around us, we looked back. The sandy spot, and the archers on the cliffs above, slipped from view.
“This is good,” Mudhoof said, watching the landscape fly by on either side of us. “We'll be at Ingot's Perch in no time. How's the poison situation?”
I looked at my health bar. What tiny gain the health boost had given me was gone, and the rest was slipping away. The edges of my view-screen distorted and blurred. “As bad as you'd expect.”
Despite his size and burden, Sausage excelled at swimming in the churning waters. Soon, a small town appeared by the river in the distance.
“There it is!” Mudhoof said.
My health bar was at eleven percent. Things were going dark.
As we reached Ingot's Perch, Mudhoof steered Sausage's massive bulk up onto a low part of the shoreline. A man, fishing rod in hand, stood nearby lost in contemplation about a potential meal. He fell back in shock as Sausage surged out of the water and stood dripping next to him.
“Where's the Temple?” Mudhoof roared at the fisherman.
The man was wide eyed with shock and I could only imagine how we must appear to him: larger than life and terrifying.
“Wh-what?” he asked, confused.
“WHERE IS THE FILTERING TEMPLE!?” Mudhoof bellowed.
The man shrank back in fear, dropping his rod. “At the town square,” he said, pointing.
And we were gone, Mudhoof driving Sausage at high speed. Sausage's large hooves clopped loudly on the cobblestone streets, as townsfolk scrambled to get out of the way.
We entered the square at a full gallop. Mudhoof yanked on the reigns to turn Sausage toward a large squat building, topped with a pyramid. At the pinnacle was a statue of a dove.
He drove Sausage up the Temple's stairs and through the open entrance. I heard shrieks of alarm, and Mudhoof shouting orders, but now my simulation suit was locking off my hearing, and my vision was an opaque slate grey.
There was movement, and I had the sense my avatar was being carried. I heard the words, “FILTERing backstabbed with poison.” Mudhoof? I couldn't tell.
I looked to my health bar, panic rising in my chest. One percent.
A message appeared.
You have been rendered unconscious.
Then my view-screen went black.
CHAPTER FOUR
I watched my black screen with concern, but then my health bar shot upwards.
Much to my relief the screen brightened, and I could see again.
Mudhoof hovered over me, huge battle-axe in one hand, and the long shell shield in the other. Next to him was a small bald man with a white topknot of hair hanging down his back. The Temple's healer.
“You okay now, Vee?” Mudhoof asked, his eyes darting around. He looked nervous.
I was about to answer when a system message appeared, floating in front of me.
Achievement Unlocked! 'That Was A Close Call.' You have been revived from having only 1 hit point remaining and lived to tell the tale. Bonus: +2% effectiveness from Health Boosts.
When I told Mudhoof this, he burst out laughing. “Really? You're only getting that now after all these years with your character? Sheesh. I unlocked that achievement just twenty minutes into my very first play session in.” He laughed some more.
“I'm glad to be a late bloomer,” I said, standing. To the healer I asked, “I have you to thank from bringing be back from the brink of death?”
The little man offered a modest bow. “It is my duty, miss. Shale, the Goddess of Health, will not have any suffering while in her temple. Your friend should be thanked. Had you arrived but a few minutes later I'm afraid Shale would be most displeased right now.”
“Well, I thank you both,” I said and dropped Mudhoof a wink. The minotaur barely noticed, still casting anxious looks about the place.
“Allow me to offer you a gift for Shale's wonderful services,” I said and placed fifty gold pieces in the healer's hand.
“Shale is pleased,” he said.
To Mudhoof, I asked, “What's got you spooked?”
He looked at me like I was nuts. “You kidding? That Pickle-winkle is around here, I know it.”
I gave the main chamber of the Temple a look. Several cots, like the one I'd used, filled the place, but there were no other patients present. Only a roaring fire in the hearth at one end, and various tapestries depicting a flying dove, Shale's symbol. Few shadows for Perriwinkle to spring from.
Still, Mudhoof was right to be on guard. The would-be assassin jumped in the same river we did, and could have r
ode it down to Ingot's Perch.
The healer spoke up. “None can harm another while they are under the pyramid of Shale,” he said.
“True enough,” I said, and patted Mudhoof on his massive arm. “You can ease up a little, my protector. That Shadow would have a tough time catching us off guard again, now we know he's hunting me.”
