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The Drake of Craumont - 1.6
🕑 Added 2025-03-24 18:06:00 +0000 UTCThe abyssal shock of a Delve washes over me in a roiling golden fog. It digs at my skin, my scales, my soul, scraping away the World like bits of dried mud. For a heartbeat, I am laid bare before the fog, raw like healing skin and fragile like fresh scales.
My foot finds purchase on solid ground, my head breaches the fog, and my soul curls back in on itself contentedly. A subtle pressure remains, like I'm at the bottom of a pond, but it's something I got used to years ago. My stomach twinges slightly, but it's an easy feeling to push down.
Helena, though? Those feelings won't be subtle or slight. The pressure of a Delve changes people, over time— the same way magic changes Mages. It’s what made me a Drake, melding scales with flesh to armor my soul. She doesn’t have any of that, but I’ll take solace in her at least avoiding the cramps.
"Never gets old," I say to myself, taking a deep breath of Delve air. My voice echoes back at me a moment later, accompanied by the sound of waves against a sandy shore.
Oh, this is an interesting one. An ocean stretches on endlessly behind the portal, meeting an equally infinite beach that runs up against a massive, weathered cliff face. Blocky, plaster-white buildings jut stubbornly from the cliff, as if a city was turned on its side and fused to the stone, roads and all. Flower-laden vines crawl from open windows, curling up towards the sunless sky.
I look further up, and my eyebrows rise a bit higher. On top of the cliff is a perfect copy of the chapel the Delve portal is in, only with an intact door.
Well, that's our destination, no doubt. The wheels in my mind churn, planning a route for climbing the cliff. Flying monsters? Probably. Mobile, hostile vines? Most likely.
With that on my mind, I turn back towards the portal— still shimmering an innocent gold, as if it hadn't tried to spit out some unknown horror at me an hour ago. Whatever it was, it'd wandered off or was lying in wait.
No matter how shallow the depth is, there’s always a risk of something dangerous bubbling up from below. Things I can’t just rip apart or kill.
Learning how to spot them is an essential skill for a Delver, paired with the navigational practice to escape a Delve quickly.
The portal ripples. The pressure in the air lessens, and my soul uncoils eagerly as the World dips down to connect to the Delve. I take a half-step forward— wait, should I catch her? Should I give her space? What if she comes flying through and knocks us both over, or catching her startles her? Gods. This is why I don’t work with new Delvers, except when a Guildmaster makes it worth my while. Always a mess.
Shaking my head, I step back and to the side, checking the ground for any sharp rocks. When I find the singular offender, I kick it into the ocean with a satisfying sploosh.
Not a moment too soon, as it turns out. Helena comes tumbling out of the portal headfirst, red-faced and gasping, barely managing to stand on wobbly legs.
The World recedes, and Helena's knees buckle under the pressure of the Delve. She slumps to the ground, hands digging into the sand.
That’s... not bad, actually. I remember falling face-first into the dirt on my first try, not that I’d ever tell anyone that.
“Ahh, Restoration protect me,” Helena pants out, hands running through mussed hair. “I—”
She stops, shaking her head, and exhales sharply.
Feeling a twinge of sympathy, I drop into a crouch next to her, bringing our eyes level. “So, how do you feel?”
Helena raises her gaze, meets my eyes, and stares. Her eyes have taken on a prismatic, turquoise hue under the pressure of a Delve, with pupils ever so slightly elongated at the top and bottom.
“Your eyes,” she says quietly, looking away. Her breathing is calming down, now, but she puts a hand to her chest anyways. “I read that eyes, um, change, but I didn’t really know how much— um. Sorry for staring.”
I can’t help but grin in return, biting back a small laugh. “Yellow-orange and slit like a lizard’s, right? I don’t mind being stared at.”
Helena’s cheeks flush a bright, bright red. “Um. So.”
Gods, I really do need to think before I speak. Clearing my throat, I gesture to myself, and then to her. “Yeah. They’re mountain drake eyes. Better for low light and long distance vision, and so on. But, right, how are you feeling? Delve pressure takes time to get used to.”
Helena takes a long, shuddering breath, and nods. “I... thank you. I’m alright, I think. I knew what to expect, I even exercised a bit, but it wasn't enough. And the intensity only increases as we go deeper?”
My tail rakes along the ground, tossing a puff of sand into the air. “Yeah. Don't worry about growing horns or something on your first Delve, that takes a lot longer. You’re more likely to see changes from regular magic use, unless you make a habit of it."
She runs a hand through her hair, fiddling with strands nervously. “Oh, that's, I'm not worried. I already knew that would happen to me as a Mage. And, ah, I think I can stand up on my own now.”
Taking that cue for what it is, I stand up and back away.
Grunting, Helena arranges her legs in front of her, braces a hand on the ground, and pushes herself up. After a few moments of inspecting herself, twisting to check her backside and brushing sand off everywhere, she plucks a single grain of sand out of her hair and squints.
I clear my throat. “Helena?”
“What...” She shakes her head, still staring at the sand. “No, that’s not right. I— sand isn’t. Um.”
I close the distance, leaning a bit to look at the grain of sand balanced on the tip of her finger. Perfectly round, and a nice tan color. "Sand is, definitely. Looks too perfect, though."
Helena nods sharply, eagerly, cheeks reddening. "Exactly! Individual grains of sand aren’t sand colored, usually, it’s the result of all the different colors of eroded stones combining.”
I start raking my brain for the answer to her question while I speak. “The sand is sand colored. I'm no scholar, but it's Delve trickery, so I have a hunch."
Well, technically, I am a scholar. I went to a university in Caliburn before the rebellion turned into a civil war, even. But it isn’t time for that, nor would any of my classes help with this.
Helena picks up what I’m saying, though, and nods. “Delves are, um, abstract, right?”
I raise an eyebrow, gesturing to the buildings jutting out of the cliffside. Now that I’m looking closer, there’s even a fountain in the middle of the town, with the water flowing towards the cliff rather than with the direction of gravity.
Helena gapes a little, eyes wide and glittering, then nods. “I— I was... I need to be more aware of my surroundings, don’t I. Even if you’re here to protect me.”
“I’m not invincible, just extremely durable,” I shrug, dragging another line through the sand with my tail. “So, the sand? It isn’t actually sand. It’s the—”
“—The idea of sand!” Helena finishes for me, eyes still shining brightly. She offers a warm smile my way, looking quite satisfied with herself. “So each grain has to look like how all the sand looks. Fascinating!”
She takes a notebook out of her bag, selects a wrapped stick of charcoal, and hurriedly writes something down. Her lips move along with the words, and I steer my attention away from her and towards our surroundings. Here to protect her, huh? Might as well go along with that. Maybe she can even help me seal the Delve!
Following that train of thought, I cross my arms and drum my fingers against my forearm. "So, do you know how to seal a Delve?"
Helena brightens, if such a thing is even possible. "Oh! I've been reading about that! I can at least follow along."
I jerk my chin towards her. "Go on. What do you already know?"
"I know we need to go deep enough to find a Delve Heart. Is 'Delve Heart' the right term?" She glances up at me for confirmation, holding my gaze for a few seconds. When I nod, she continues, "And then we bring it up and use it to close the portal. But those only appear starting one to two layers down... so, we need to find the deepest point on this layer to get to the next one, at least."
I mull it over, digesting her words. "I'd rather use marches than layers as a reference, but that's good enough for now. Inside a Delve isn't the best time for that discussion."
And, I add silently, hopefully Helena won't run off once we get out.
"Oh, of course." Helena shakes her head quickly, as if to send thoughts flying off her. She glances up at my eyes again, wavers, and looks away. "Um. So would the deepest point be in the ocean behind us? I’m not a very good swimmer, but I do have some limited water-breathing spells I can use. Or..."
There’s audible concern in her voice. I offer an apologetic smile before turning and pointing at the chapel on the cliff. "Hoping we don't have to climb? I hate to break it to you, but..."
"... it's at the top of the cliff. Depth isn't literal, of course." Helena exhales sharply, rolling her shoulders and flipping through another book. "Right! I, um, did prepare for this! I have gloves and an air cushion spell, this shouldn't be much of a problem."
And, sure enough, she pulls out a pair of fingerless gloves, sliding them on. Despite her obvious nerves, she’s still flickering between smiles and studious frowns as she reads pages from her books.
“That should do, yeah. We’ll use the cobbled road—” I point at a road that nearly touches the beach, “Like a sort of climbing wall. If there’s monsters, we’ll shuffle into one of the buildings to get more free space. Then we can stick to the plans we talked about.”
“Stay behind you, call out if I try something big, and shout if something goes after me directly. But, we should also test the vines to see if they can bear weight, or,” she nods to herself, chewing on her lip. “Do you think these vines will try to grab us? I’ve read a lot of books about monsters being plant-shaped. Wait, what if the cobblestones just fall out when we touch them?”
In the face of her questions, I just shrug, striding on over to the cliff face and attached road. Helena has to jog to keep pace, so I slow down slightly. “I can’t know until I check either of those things. Delves aren’t exactly consistent with each other. I’ll take a look when we get closer, toss a rock at them to see what happens.”
Once we’re close enough, I look for some good handholds on the cobbled road— and isn’t that a strange thing to say— before hopping up and grabbing for them. Part of me hopes this will be a nice Delve, changing the direction of gravity so we could actually walk on the road.
My hands find purchase, and gravity remains in the correct direction. Ah well. "Do you think you can pull your own weight?"
I sigh, swinging my feet up and planting them high enough that I'd get leverage. "Literally, I mean. This takes effort, and even if Delves take the edge off of strain, it doesn't make people that much stronger."
"I'll follow your path up. If it can hold you, it can hold me. Adhesive spells, adhesive spells... no, maybe a friction structure I can improvise off of? Hm." Helena trails off into muttering behind me.
I straighten my legs and reach upward, fitting my hand into a new handhold. Once I've brought one foot up, I swing my body slightly to look back at Helena.
She's messing with spells, apparently.
"Helena." I say loudly, letting a slight growl amplify my voice. "Did you hear that?"
Helena glances up at me, flicks her eyes across the wall, and nods. "Yes, I did. I'll be fine, I just need to put together a plan for my spell. It's half finished, it won't take too long."
“Doesn’t answer the question, does it,” I mutter. Well, if she’s going to be distracted, I may as well be productive.
The blocky houses start only a few marches up the road... cliff... cliffroad from us, and there don’t appear to be any vines peeking out of the windows. Given the disturbing lack of monsters anywhere, I really should check it out, so I start clambering up the cobbled cliffroad in a steady rhythm. One leg up, one hand up, push, use the other leg, repeat.
Hopefully, I think absently, there are no sideways horses to sideways step on me. Cliff-horses? Maybe just goats? Monsters can be strange, after all, so it wouldn’t shock me too much.
I snort, shaking my head free of my wandering thoughts. Focus, Ivy, we’ve got to poke around and see what pokes back. I pick out a small house not far from the base of the cliff, just about the size I’d expect a townhouse to be in Craumont.
Pulling myself up over the side of the entryway with a grunt, I spare a moment to glance back down at Helena. She looks to be doing fine, sticking her hands to cobblestones and poking around at the cliffroad for footholds.
I shrug, brushing myself off and rising to a hunch to peer through the open doorway. Houses in Delves don’t always have insides, so the fact that this place has them is kind of a surprise. Not ideal, since it means more places for monsters to hide, but it also means there’s places we can hole up in if it gets too dangerous.
The inside all looks very house-y. Plaster-white walls, chairs on a nice rug, plants hanging from the ceiling, the works. Only, all of these things are also made of white plaster. The inside of the house is entirely made up of house, just like the sand was all ‘sand’, with the only splash of color being from the plants hanging off the ceiling.
Distantly, I hear the squawking of birds, just loud enough to cut through the dull roar of the ocean.
“We, um, should prepare for those!” Helena shouts unhelpfully, and a moment later, she’s scrabbling her way up onto the entryway with me. A flick of her wrists dismisses a swirling greenish light around her hands, and she stops for a moment to catch her breath. There's a soft flush to her cheeks, but for a Mage who obviously doesn’t do much physical work, she's doing pretty well.
“Anything can be a monster in a Delve, but I’ve read that things shaped like animals tend to be...” Helena trails off. “There’s some spells for small flying monsters that should do the trick.”
My lips twitch, and I make a show of trailing my tail along the white plaster. “Shouldn’t I be the one handing out marching orders?”
Helena’s blush reddens a bit more. “Sorry. I’ve been preparing for ages.”
“Don’t worry,” I say, still smiling faintly. “You’ll have plenty of time to use... What're you staring at?"
About halfway through my reply, Helena's gaze flickers to something behind me. Right after, she turns, leaning out of the entryway slightly to stare at the sky. I can see her squinting and shading her lips.
"Birds?" She says hesitantly, chewing her lip. "I... I think those are birds."
Coming up alongside her, I brace a hand against the entryway and lean out, peering up into the sky.
I squint, too. I stick my tail out for extra balance, and lean further forward. Sure enough, there's birds. Gulls, from the shape— and a lot of them.
"Huh," I say, grimacing. I check my surroundings again, review all the information I have available, and set about a vague plan. "Those'd be the monsters. Come on, let's get on the roof... wall... whatever. Stick to rooftops where we can, ease up on your spells if they ever start focusing on you. That'll give you time to cast, and space for us to dodge."
Time to punch birds, I suppose.
