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Chapter 17: Stoking The Fire
🕑 Added 2024-07-13 00:55:53 +0000 UTCSo we saw this noob-bridge, and we figured we’d just haze ‘em a bit. If they threw their weapons over to us, then they needed to get sent back to the Hunting grounds and rethink their careers, ya know?
Well, we figured we’d show ‘em how to use Barnacles to cross if they stuck it out, or gave us a good cussing, but that’s not what happened.
Before we even knew he was mad, William Oh shot Thomas in the leg with this acidic bolt that nearly crippled him, then he summoned this massive thundercloud, at least a hundred feet across, which turned him into a bolt of lightning and slammed him directly into Richard, our Nuker.
Well, I saw my Party rolling around on the ground, and I knew it was just me and him then. I drew my weapons and gave him a good fight, but he had some kind of Ability that disarmed me…
- Harry Almsfield, level 8 Climber
After a couple hours in front of the fire, Loth woke up, giving a razor-toothed yawn as he sat up, rubbing bleary eyes and inspecting the surroundings.
“Guess you finally figured out what you needed me for, huh?” Will asked.
“We’re still alive. Fantastic. What did I miss?”
“Met some other climbers and they told us where to go to make it to Skyhold.” Will pointed at a rough map of the floating mountains scratched into the dirt.
They did so under duress, so the map was suspect, but Will was fairly sure it matched up with what he saw from the higher vantage point they’d had earlier in the day.
“How much longer will it stay cold?” Loth asked, scootching closer to the fire.
“Five hours, maybe?” Will said, glancing up at the black sky with its odd pinpoints of light.
Loth began picking at the fire, taking coals and putting them in his personal heater, dumping out the previous day’s ash.
“We’re going to have to get moving soon, I’m not sure how long we have before the Kaith figure out which way we went.
Loth nodded, and after an hour or so getting as warm as they could, they started heading to the northwest, trudging along the mountainside in search of another easy crossing.
Halfway through the trek to the other side of the floating mountain, the sun was rising and they were passing underneath a massive stone overhang when a clattering noise caught their attention.
They tensed, but no danger reared its head.
Above was a goat, chewing on its cud as it watched them suspiciously with it’s odd flat eyes…standing upside down, directly above them on the underside of the overhang, casual as can be, as if it weren’t directly spitting in the eye of physics.
Will hissed and made a ‘get outta here’ gesture at the Gravity Goat and it startled, hopping along the underside of the cliff before disappearing above.
“Gravity goat.” Will said.
“Yes, they make good Scout Archetype Sacrifices.”
“One of mine, actually.”
“That explains the climbing.” Loth mused as they continued on their way.
Once the sun was fully up, Loth gained some speed, and they made it to the other side of the mountain a little after midday.
In the distance three mountains over, Will could see the faintest plume of smoke. That was their destination.
They used their usual tactic to cross the mountains, but as they got closer to the stronghold, they saw more and more signs of humans, ranging from abandoned campsites to permanent bridges.
They were rickety rope constructions that made Will question how the caravans could possibly traverse this kind of terrain without breaking the damn things and spiralling down into the abyss.
I suppose that’s what all the extra ropes are for, Will thought as he and Loth cautiously traversed the rickety bridge.
As they got closer to the stronghold, they began to encounter other Climbers, passing each other with a nod and a hand gently resting on the pommel of their weapons. Will noticed their gazes lingering longer on Loth before they carried on with their business.
“It seems like the camaraderie among Climbers does not cross the barrier of species,” Loth said as they passed the most recent group of Climbers.
“Well, they’re not killing you on sight. That counts for something, I suppose?” Will asked.
“I believe it’s because you are obviously in my employ, they understand me to be a reasonable employer of the handicapped.”
“Are you sure it’s not because they think you’re in my employ?” Will asked.
“Until proven otherwise, I’ll believe what I wish,” Loth said airily.
Will chuckled and took in the sights as they rounded the corner and the stronghold was suddenly laid out before them.
The stronghold appeared to be a mine. There was no wall, since the edge of the floating mountain could do anything a wall could do, and better. Instead a series of ballista dotted the edge of the mountain, while soldiers patrolled the edges, keeping their eyes opened to kaith invasion forces or flying threats.
The ‘mine’ portion of the stronghold appeared to be where part of the mountain had been sheered away in onion-like layers, revealing solid quartz… or is that salt? Will recalled the caravan mention something about salt.
Salt wasn’t easy to get ahold of, and as far as spices went, it was one of the most popular. Everything tasted a little better with some salt. He’d gotten to sprinkle some on his soup once last year.
It made the whole thing taste divine.
Wonder how much it costs at the source… Will wondered, rubbing his chin. If it was cheaper here than outside The Tower, then he could get a sack of it here for only a few gold.
Heck, if I bought a big sack of it, I could resell it piecemeal on the main floor for quite a profit. Loth’s bugs could carry five pounds of salt apiece, netting us –
Will smacked himself in the forehead.
“That’s just a merchant caravan with extra steps!” Will admonished himself, gaining a curious glance from Loth.
That wasn’t to say they couldn’t do it.
“You wanna snag some salt and resell it for a profit on the way back down?” Will asked.
“I wouldn’t be opposed, but gold isn’t at a premium in the second floor, given that gold is one of the principal Loot rewards in The Tower. It’s mostly fabrics, fruits and grains that can’t be looted or grown here that would buy the most salt. Our profit margin wouldn’t be as high. Although, salt is worth slightly more than gold by mass outside The Tower. If salt is worth any fraction less by mass inside the mine, with my insect’s ability to move several tons effortlessly, we would make a tidy profit from sheer volume. This is all assuming we could buy enough to strain their carrying capacity…which I doubt we could afford to do in the first place.”
“You’ve put a lot of thought into this, huh?” Will asked.
Loth gave him a curious gaze. “No, why?”
Will glanced back at the road. “Huh.”
“CLEAR A PATH!”
Loth and Will glanced behind them and stepped aside as a dozen or so Climbers charged towards them, carrying a palanquin on their shoulders made of solid steel. Each climber bore the wounds of years of battle, and looked like they could slap the two of them aside with contemptuous ease.
They must be heading to a higher up floor.
“What’s that?” Loth asked.
“A bus,” Will said as the group passed by. “First time seeing one in person, though.”
“a bus?” Loth frowned.
“Yeah, so sometimes people enter contracts with a Lord. It goes something along the lines of ‘I’ll provide you these rare Sacrifices that will get you this really valuable non-combat class, and when you come out of your Trial, I have veteran climbers ‘bus’ you up to the level my stronghold is on and then you work for me for ten, fifteen, twenty years or so.”
“Sounds like indentured servitude.” Loth said, watching the bus disappear into the distance. Will thought he could see silhouettes through the tiny eye-slits on the side of the palanquin.
“Well, it is, Will said with a shrug. “But generally once their term elapses, they’ve got very high-demand skills and can effectively charge independent strongholds whatever they want. There’s probably a handful of them milking SKyhold for whatever it’s worth. The salt-mine isn’t on a high enough floor to require a Lord, really.”
“…Generally?”
“They’re non-combat classes way outside their recommended Floor.” Will said with a shrug. “So…” Will waggled his hand. “Sometimes they get squished. You know I hear that the stream of powerful non-combat classes taking over the leadership of lower-floor strongholds so Lords can go higher is what’ll allow humans to keep pushing further up the Tower.”
“Sounds like propaganda perpetuated by those who would have slaves eager to pledge themselves to their service.” Loth said. “I’m assuming that these non-combat classes have a difficult time leaving the strongholds they find themselves in even after their term of service elapses, simply because they are unsuited for Climbing back down. This inability to leave creates an unfavorable bargaining position for them.”
“…What’s propaganda?” Will asked.
“Propaganda. Noun. Information, especially of a biased, or misleading nature, used to promote or publicize a particular political point of view.”
“Uuuh…”
“Like that boy you paid to tell stories about you.”
“Ah!”
“Clever that you did that. It attracted my attention. A reputation can be as good as armor in some situations.”
Will thought back to the group that had surrendered after learning his name. I never thought about it that way.
“…That was his idea, though?” Will said.
“How precocious.”
“What’s precocious mean?” Will asked.
“Precocious. Adjective (Of a child): Having developed certain abilities or proclivities at an earlier age…
The two of them continued chatting, relaxing as the stream of Climbers became so thick that there was no chance of an ambush by monsters.
They found that sacks full of personal use salt were available for sale, but without a contract with Skyhold, one couldn’t purchase more than a small amount at once.
Roc down, harvested from their nests, was sold in street vendor stalls, woven into remarkably warm cloaks. They bought one for Loth and a cozy for his barrel, despite the jaw-dropping price tag.
Afterwards they visited an Inn for some food and sleep.
“I shit you not, William Oh can turn into lightning. He’s got some kind of Ability that creates a thundercloud and turns him into lightning.” A man said, waving his beer stein emphatically.
“Bang, POW! And he’s on top of you!”
“I heard he’s only got one hand, because a witch cast a curse with it. Turned it into a talisman that brings his enemies ill fortune. It roams the world and acts against those who would act against him.” Another man said.
“I heard a Nuker shot him in the face and he ate it!” Another replied.
“I saw it myself! William Oh was riding the dawnglow as it descended from the sky like a godsdamned Seraph!”
“You old coots are just making shit up to outdo each other!” a younger Climber exclaimed. “If William Oh were here right now, I’d kick the shit out of him if only to shut you up!”
“Ooh, careful what you say, kiddo,” One of the old salts – he was literally covered in salt powder – said menacingly, wiggling his fingers. “Or else William Oh’s disembodied hand will kill you while you sleep!”
“Horseshit!” The younger Climber said, teetering back in his chair.
Will couldn’t help but notice he had a small dagger in his belt with a distinctive pattern on the handle.
He couldn’t help himself.
Dimensional Storage
8/12 Charges Remaining.
“He’s just some bullshit story you idiots made up to make yourselves feel better about being unremarkable. He’s not even real.” The young Climber said, teetering back in his seat, using a hand to stabilize himself while the other downed a pint of beer.
THUNK!
The young Climber’s dagger shot down from the ceiling and landed point-first into the wood of the table, inches away from the Climber’s hand.
The group of men stared silently at the dagger embedded in the table for a moment before, as one, they looked up at the empty ceiling above them.
Will’s Phantom Hand was hovering in the air above, waving at them, but none of them could see it.
It really is invisible.
“Is that my dagger?” the younger climber asked, patting the empty sheath on his waist, eyes widening.
“Umm…I didn’t mean nothing by the story about you being born of an unholy union between man and monster, Mr. Oh, sir,” One of the old salts said, glancing around the room. “Just a bit of tall tales, is all.”
Must’ve been something he said earlier. Oh well, in for a penny…
Dimensional Storage
7/12 Charges Remaining
Will snagged some air with Dimensional Storage, accelerated it, then released a bit at a time, creating an errant breeze where there should be none, directly into the man’s ear.
“Nope! Nope, nope, nope, nope!” The old salt said, leaping out of his chair and running for the exit, Will faded into the background as the man passed by, mumbling to himself, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
“Welllp, I’m out.” Another Climber said, downing his drink before scurrying out, followed by the rest, leaving the young Climber sitting alone, silently inspecting his own dagger.
Will clapped his hands over his mouth and barely choked back a laugh before mastering his expression, heading nonchalantly to the bar to purchase a room for the evening.
That encounter got him thinking though, and Will decided that a little anonymity might be just the thing.
The two of them went to a local armorer for a quick pit-stop before they went to bed for the night. Loth bought a gauntlet and strapped it down on Will’s stump for him to maintain the illusion of two hands against the casual observer.
Better safe than sorry.
Will really didn’t want some other Climber to shoot him in the back to prove how great he was.
Comments
Huruki
And another one today, the author has forgotten about us poor fan tier subscribers 😢
Karma
Yea that keeps happening to me!
Tristan Howard
Yes please fix. I have the $5 fan membership and only access up to ch.17. I keep getting emailed chapters past 17 but I don't have ch.18, so I'm kinda bummed.
Huruki
Pretty sure that was an error and it got set to the right patron level pretty quick after, same thing happened with ch19 a week or so ago. Hope we get an announcement soon about how this is going to be working for the next little bit
Karma
Is there any More chapters that should be available for people subscribed at the fan level? I saw an email about a chapter 25, but I don’t see that in the patron app.
A
Tyfc! Not sure if Will is using phantom hand without recalling thinking about it (which would definitely be in character) or if this is a typo that should be “hand” instead of “hands” btw: “ Will clapped his hands over his mouth..”
austin kutz
It might make sense if he takes a sight based ability from the gravity goat ability tree, but I kinda doubt it would be worth it. Better off getting something like spatial sense from the Uru Drake tree, since that provides more synergy with his phantom hand. Besides, having dragon eyes is way more impressive than goat eyes
Macronomicon
hahah, lol.
Cyrus McEnnis
From the way the story and character has been portrayed so far - Will is looking for broken skill combinations above all others. So he's going to be very, very cautious about his upgrade path. Balancing that with availability and progression is going to be interesting. In his shoes I'd normally look for strong passive abilities, because I way prefer consistent performance over burst capability, but Will is looking for stuff that breaks things.
Jake
Would be hilarious if at that point his eyes become square too, some downside to the upside and he sometimes bleats. Or is that too much ?
Macronomicon
at a certain point I think he'll just walk on microscopic dust particles in the air.
RainbowCatTopHat
When he crossed the rickety bridge I was thinking to myself does his Aspect of the Goat have any effect in a situation like that? Like it supernaturally assists his footing but how does that work on the bridge, does only the plank under his foot grow sturdier or the rope or does the effect make the entire bridge less likely to break by a small percent? It might just be a case where the effect is too weak right now to be noticeable, which makes me wonder what kind of shenanigans he will be able to get up to with 100+ stat points and multiple upgrades to the skill. Could he walk over a ravine like it was flat ground as the edges of the gap extend to support his feet even from a distance of dozens of meters?
Waxazillion
I'm seeing each chapter as a snapshot of one of Chuck Norris's alternative lives, one where some of the hyperbole can be flavored by reality. I really dig it.
austin kutz
If it's William Oh we're talking about, for sure. Unless you're doing some foreshadowing...?
Joshua Gunty
I really love the tall tales aspect of this, Ive always been a fan of that kind of storytelling, especially about a living person. Thanks for the chapter!
Macronomicon
@austin Kutz the dick is definitely big enough, lol.
Andrew
Thank you!
Quex
Thanks for the chapter!
austin kutz
Logically speaking, he should have at least cut off a piece to have on hand in case he decided he needed to use it regardless. And he should have a psychological need to have sacrifices on hand just in case after the hand cutting off business. Better to have a sacrifice on hand than have to lose another body part. He can't give up a foot or another hand so the next one would be an eye, ear, nose, or dick, if any of those are even big enough to be used as sacrifices
Ryan Naquin
Can he only upgrade one of his abilities at level 5? I assumed he would be able to upgrade both.
Macronomicon
because the upgrades are limited and he kind of has his heart set on the one that promises outlandish amount of power. Also G-goat sacrifices aren't particularly rare, difficult, or dangerous to acquire, so it could be bought at a later date should he want one... At least that's my justification here and now, lol.
chris
The assassination of William Oh by The Coward, Ben Nobleson
WickedlyDesigned
Why didn't he hunt the goat, that was an aspect level upgrade he could have snagged rather easily?
UnhandMe
Tyftc
Macronomicon
Crazy day today, lots of stuff distracted me, but I ALSO had the whole day to myself, and was able to finish a chapter despite it.
