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B2 Chapter 213: Siege, pt. 3
🕑 Added 2025-02-26 20:30:01 +0000 UTCThe shaman sneered at him from deep within the press of bogglings. Standing head and shoulders above the lesser boggarts, its nature was obvious. Even if he excluded the sickly mana that hung around it like a cloak, its grisly skull-topped staff and bone-charm woven hair were dead giveaways.
It wasn’t alone—flanked by two more empowered bugbears. Much like their predecessors, they were hulking things fueled by primitive magic—mana burning in their eyes and wafting from their skin.
The shaman would be the first opponent that the plague would feel keenly upon their death. Kaius bared his teeth, hunger flaring within him. After so long of an endless grind of monsters, the weight of knowing that they could not complete their mission, he hungered for something that felt impactful. A token, that their stand here had lead to real losses—ones that wouldn’t be so easily replaced like the common rabble.
Still, with its status within the plague, Kaius wondered how strong it would be. The empowered bugbears had been tough. Even if they each would have been easy to dispatch on an individual basis, they’d been a tougher nut to crack with a literal army of bogglings at their back.
Kaius used his True Sight, seeking to learn more of the spell-caster’s power.
Bugbear - Level 77:
Lower Race, Mage, Elite
Kaius roved over the monster's description. Much like he’d expected, it was significantly more developed than the average boggling in the plague. Low enough that it was definitely killable, but it was also a caster solidly entrenched in a nigh unreachable position.
Things could get a little dicey.
A boggart on the front line howled—leaping towards him with a crude knife held ready, moving with an unnaturally lurching speed. A skill, no doubt—but not a very effective one.
Kaius sidestepped, bringing his blade up to open its belly, before pivoting into a heavy chop that cleaved through its skull.
*Ding! level 52 Boggart - Stalker slain - Experience Gained! Reduced Experience for slaying a foe of Insignificant Strength!*
Kaius shook his head—the creatures had uncommon classes at best, even with their relative parity in levels, he was by far their superior in all respects.
Unfortunately, it was replaced instantly. As much as he wanted to give the slowly approaching shaman his full attention, there was a constant stream of bogglings for him to slay.
He felt like his bones were made of lead—his very essence weighed down as he danced through the storming assault, dealing out retributive punishment with every opportunity.
It was tough. In the tight confines of the tunnel he was only just able to move enough to beat the boggarts back, and stop his brother from getting flanked. Even with his Toolkit and Glass Mind pouring over the openings in the boggling’s formation, he had little of the room he needed to outmanoeuvre his enemies.
Hells, even his arsenal was limited. Each of his spells was an unrecoverable cost—one he was saving for when they were absolutely needed. He was already glad he’d saved so many in reserve now that a shaman would soon enter into the range of his engagement.
He couldn’t even use his Bladerite with impunity—though thankfully it at least passively bolstered his blade until it cut through boggarts like a sharpened scythe through wheat. Every active use represented a significant drain on his stamina, one that would be almost impossible to recover with the constant exertion of battle.
Sure, he wasn’t fighting with the full weight of his strength and speed—slowing the natural drain of the resource—but it was still limited, and he’d need at least some in reserve for their eventual retreat.
He wasn’t made for this—wasn’t well suited for the slow and inevitable grind against his resources. This whole exercise was a terrible match up for his capabilities—one that had proven itself to be far more of a weakness that he had anticipated.
Sure, he’d always known that the nature of his spell-hymns was best aligned for dueling—a sudden outpour of power that could overwhelm small groups and singular foes of great strength—but he’d always assumed that he’d be able to lean on his bladework for extended engagements. After all, it had worked in the Depths.
Now he realised that without skills to deal with such numbers quickly, the crushing grind of expenditure would be the death of him. The Depths was a false equivalence—its groups of enemies dispersed and separated, he’d always had the chance to fall back and recover when he took a little care.
A weakness of his class—one that seemed to similarly impact his team, albeit to a lesser degree.
If he’d been a pure warrior, capable of cleaving through a half dozen boggarts in a single swing. If Ianmus had been a mage of mass damage, thinning and weakening the horde with persistent spells. If Porkchop had the means to prevent damage, not just reduce and withstand it.
Any of those being true would have changed their circumstances—if all were, they would be in a radically different position.
He was growing to suspect he knew the reason behind this mission of theirs. Levels were one thing, but they were doing…too poorly. In a way that would have been no doubt immediately evident to Ro and Rieker—experienced as they were.
A lesson. That even with all their might, match-ups were king. An embarrassing one to have to learn, considering he’d used it to great effect against their enemies.
An important one to have highlighted now all the same.
Keeping track of the shaman out of the corner of his eye, Kaius was halfway through gutting a bugbear when he noticed the hazy glow of mana surrounding the shaman start to churn. Clearly, it had grown close enough to target them with a spell.
*Ding! Truesight has reached level 50!*
Sickly and boiling, it moved in tune with a foul chant that fell from the spell-slinging bugbear’s mouth in a steady stream of hisses and growls—somehow audible over the cacophonous din of battle. Its hands weaved the mystical energy, directing it to condense into a compact ball at its front.
Kaius reacted instantly. With the range of Stormlash having increased substantially since his initial selection of the spell, the shaman had brought itself into his reach.
Stamping his foot with a choked up chop of his blade, Kaius finished off a boggart that was currently shoveling its intestines back into its chest. His left hand dropped from the hilt of his sword—stance shifting to free up the motion of bladed hand, he swept his sword up, flowing into a smooth stream of biting stabs and forceful parries that kept the weight of the crushing bodies from overwhelming him.
Porkchop felt his intentions, shifting closer to guard his right.
His off hand swept out as baleful orange sparks showered from his Drakthar glyph, a howling bolt of electricity appearing in his hand.
Light and thunder blinded the bogglings, sending them into a momentary disarray as arcing plasma shot over their heads.
It crashed against the shaman…only for a shimmering field to substantiate a hairsbreadth from its skin. Stormlash poured its might into the barrier, straining to overwhelm it as two streamers impotently crackled against the magical defenses of the shaman’s entourage.
Biting frustration welled up—prickling the back of his neck as the first worthy opponent to use his spell against stymied his attack. Another boom shook dust from the cavern's ceiling, his ears ringing as he hurled another spell directly at the shaman, hoping to overwhelm its defenses with pure power.
It didn’t work. Even with the controlled might of the Stormlord his to command, the shaman’s barrier stood unyielding.
The monstrosity smirked, revealing brown and yellow fangs as its lips twinged upwards—its chanting continuing unbroken.
Kaius clenched his teeth so hard that they groaned—on the verge of shattering. It dared to feel smug?! The second he was through that barrier, it was dead.
Rising to a fever pitch, the chanting grew fast—agressive—before the shaman cut its hands through the air. The ball of roiling mana erupted, hosing the ranks in front of the mystical bugbear in a visible fog of noxious yellow.
Bogglings gasped and spluttered, hacking as the cloud rolled over them towards where Kaius and Porkchop were waiting.
The shaman had sacrificed its tribe members as disposable pawns. Treacherous bastard.
An affliction, no doubt. Slow moving, but one that left them nowhere to hide. They couldn’t pull back—retreat in the hopes of it dissipating—for if they allowed the ranks of the bogglings to leave the chokehold they would swarm over them. They’d be overwhelmed in seconds.
Unfortunately it had made one mistake—it assumed the spell would weaken them and the front line equally. With Rapid Adaptation at his side, Kaius was certain he could persevere.
“Stay out of the fog, Ianmus. We fight on.” Kaius called back, less confident in the mage’s own ability to withstand whatever was coming. Afterall, he had none of Porkchop’s prodigious vitality or Kaius’s resistance.
Taking the care to watch the affected bogglings closely as he spun out of the way of a spear thrust, Kaius noticed that they didn’t seem to be too worse for wear. They choked and hacked, and moved with a notable clumsy weakness—but they weren’t ailing.
Thank the gods for that, because the noxious yellow fogbank was seconds from rolling over them.
A second later it hit. It was a heavy gas. One that clung to the skin—seeking out the tender membranes of his eyes and nose.
Reeking of sulfur and some unnamable acrid bite, it stung to high heaven, his vision obscured further as tears welled up.
He breathed it in.
Cloying contagion sunk its fangs into his throat—ripping at the delicate flesh with vicious persistence. It was like inhaling a whole smokehouse, every fibre of his being urging him to cough.
Kaius grit his teeth—swallowing the base instinct lest the distraction injure him further.
He could feel the noxious magic within the gas settle in deep. It raced through his body—clutching tight to his muscles and nerves with a jealous grasp. If his arms felt like lead before, now they weighed as much as adamant, and stubbornly refused to move with the grace he had long grown accustomed to.
*Ding! You have been afflicted by Smog - Myasthenic Haze*
Rapid Adaptation was already moving—subsuming the energy with a voracious appetite, learning its pattern as it digested the novel affinity.
The shaman had a Rare class at best. The spell was weak—in level, rarity, and potency. The might of his oldest Heroic skill proved far its superior. Righteous in its defence, Kaius felt a shudder run through his body as the skill sampled and quickly categorised the noxious affliction. Similar to Poison, with subtle differences.
Rapid Adaptation bloomed, burning out the contagion like a wildfire.
*Ding! Rapid Adaptation has added a new Resistance: Smog!*
*Ding! You have resisted Smog - Myasthenic Haze*
With a staggering gasp, Kaius returned to his full faculties. Rapid Adaptation stayed in constant motion, whirling through his body to keep his system clear of affliction.
*Ding! Rapid Adaptation has reached level 73!*
Weakened and spluttering, the boggarts and bugbears that desperately tried to wear him down became all the slower—all the easier to gut and slash and kill.
Bodies fell, A Father’s Gift reaping a grim toll as Kaius felt his chest grow increasingly wet with blood.
The shaman howled—incensed that its plan had backfired. Kaius returned the call with a grin—baring his teeth at the boggling.
The shaman had to die.
“Ianmus! Any ideas on how to get through its shield?” Kaius called loudly, unwilling to look back and check how far the mage had had to retreat.
“Maybe! Give me a second,” Ianmus replied, his voice surprisingly distant. Minor the shaman’s affliction might have been, but it had spread widely.
Beside him, Porkchop spluttered as the noxious poison attacked his lungs, but raged through the front line almost unhindered. With the sheer weight of his Vitality, a simple poison that weakened the muscles was a long distance from slowing him down by more than a hair.
Seconds later, a beam materialised in the air above Kaius’s head. Invisible, except for the mana it exuded and the path it burned through the poisonous fog. A lance bisecting the cave, drawing a clear line between Ianmus’s staff and the shaman’s eye.
The shaman squealed, clutching the ruined and burned socket of its eye in surprise and shock at its sudden injury, jelly leaking between its fingers.
Snapping its remaining eye upwards, the shaman glared at Ianmus’s distant figure, howling something unintelligible.
Kaius grinned—he didn’t know how, but Ianmus had broken the shield.
Another lightbeam cut through the air, though this time it dispersed harmlessly against the shaman’s shield. It cackled, waving its guards forward. They obeyed instantly, wading their way through the crush.
“I got it!” Ianmus cried. “It’s an adaptive shield! It has to switch targets!”
“So I can fry it?!” Kaius called back, narrowly parrying a bugbear’s heavy clubswing, before kicking it backwards into a group of boggarts.
“Not yet!” Ianmus returned, another beam splashing against the shaman’s shield. “It’ll be quicker defending itself—the guards are probably undefended though!”
That was all he needed to hear. Lightning burst from his hand, lashing one of the approaching bugbears with fiery eyes. Bound in scorching azure, its head ripped back as a pained scream clawed its way free of the creature’s throat.
A secondary arc jumped to its fellow—scorching its flesh to the bone.
Frozen in agony as they were, they had no chance to react to his second spell. Eyes smoked in their sockets—boiling from the sheer potency of electrical energy that roared through their bodies. Reverberations wracked them, shattering their bones from the inside out.
Blackened and leaking, they fell.
*Ding! level 71 Bugbear - Shaman’s Chosen slain - Experience Gained! Bonus Experience for slaying a foe of Significant Strength!*
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*Ding! level 72 Bugbear - Shaman’s Chosen slain - Experience Gained! Bonus Experience for slaying a foe of Significant Strength!*
The shaman howled in fury—mana condensing around it as it moved to cast another spell, incensed by their destruction of its toys.
“On my count—there’ll be a small window when my beam hits!” Ianmus called, channeling his own ability.
Kaius cut through the approaching minnows—ready to strike.
“Three!”
Doom screamed in Kaius’s mind—drawing his attention to the enemy spellcaster.
The shaman snarled, unleashing a bolt of noxious liquid that shot towards Kaius at a breakneck pace.
“Two!”
Kaius moved, lunging forwards and grabbing a boggart by the scruff. Its fangs sunk into his wrist, a closely clutched knife plunging into his forearm.
He ignored the stinging burn of his wounds, throwing the beast into the path of the spell.
Caustic miasma splashed over the boggling. It screamed, the shaman's magic eating it to the bone.
“One!”
Kaius shot the shaman a grin, delighting in its frustrated howl.
“Now!”
Ianmus fired his bolt of light. Empowered and fortified, it was nearly twice as thick as his usual spells. Smashing up against the shaman’s defences, the solar magic revealed the rippling form of the mystic shield that fought it back with a vigour.
The beam kept burning—held in place through focused channeling.
Face scrunched in focus, the shaman shifted the full weight of its attention to fighting off Ianmus’s assault.
Only for a lash of lighting to phase right through its shield—burning it from the inside out. Kaius moved quickly, spending his charges to confirm the kill. Two more Stormlashes cracked out—successive booms drawing forth a wail of startled screams from the blinded mass of bogglings arrayed against them.
When the sudden daylight ended, the shaman fell backwards into a smoking heap.
*Ding! level 77 Bugbear - Touched by Miasma slain - Experience Gained! Bonus Experience for slaying a foe of Significant Strength!*
*Ding! Runeblade Initiate has reached class level 58!*
*+3 End, Str, & Int, +2 Dex, Wil, +1 Vit, Free - from Class & Racial Traits!*
*Ding! Rapid Adaptation has reached level 74!*
A/N: I have returned! Had a great trip visiting my partners family, going to a very old friends wedding, and visiting our old college town to see a whole bunch of uni mates. Three cities (one of them twice!) in 10 days, it's fucking good to be home.
Comments
Bacon Macleod
that was my ninja edit lol
Steven Wilkins
He does, Smog was poison adjacent.
Scion
I thought he already had poison as a resistance
Dax
There were at least two regular Shamans aside from the lead one, and we haven't seen the Warchief yet either.
Joshua Little
Thanks for the chapter.
Bacon Macleod
that is....a pretty large dun goof lmao (I mean, it was meant to be gas magic resistance, uhhh yeah!)
BelligerentGnu
That's the majority of thw heavies dead, right? A few guards and whatever boggarts are left?
BelligerentGnu
I think it means adaption ro a new type of poison specifically, but it could be worded better.
MrDragondude5
Wasn't poison resistance one of the skills he merged to get rapid adaptation? if so he should already be resistant to poison.
