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A Soldier's Life - 164 - Bacon
🕑 Added 2024-03-18 18:23:19 +0000 UTCChapter 164
I looked at the pile of essences in my hand from the gnolls. The essences had been reduced to six lesser essences and two major essences. Raelia still could not believe every gnoll yielded an essence. “How is every gnoll still producing essences?” She asked for the third or fourth time.
I shrugged, but it was clear she was suspicious of me doing something or maybe even the collector itself. “Like I said, the dungeon has been undisturbed for a long time. Here,” I handed her the two major essences and two minor essences. Her eyes bugged, but she took them gratefully. I don’t think she had taken many essences in her lifetime. I gave her four because she had been responsible for six of the gnolls this time.
“Don’t get used to it. Your contribution to the fight determines what I give you.” I had been slightly reluctant to give her the four essences, but she had done most of the work this time, so I recognized her efforts.
The important reason for clearing the room was harvesting the vitelotte potatoes. Not only did the potatoes taste good, but we needed variety in our diets—maybe not so much for me, as I could feel the ring of sustenance reducing my needs every day. We worked as a team to process them as quickly as possible. The tubers appeared smaller but fresher, and they started to stack up.
When we finished, I sent them to storage. Raelia stood, announcing, “I am filthy. I am going to bathe. Don’t spy on me.” She eyed me before she walked off, and I had no intention of spying on her.
“Too bad we didn’t catch any of the moles. I was curious what type of essence they might yield.” I said conversationally to Maveith, who was cooking. He was distracted while preparing dinner and didn’t respond, so I asked, “How do you think the gnolls caught them?”
“Probably dug with their claws,” Maveith intoned, disinterested. “We are out of onions and garlic.”
In order to get back to the cockatrice room, we had to descend, and I was reluctant to do so. “I don’t think we will be going back to that room. We need to find Castile. Maybe we will find another chamber that will have onions,” I said optimistically. Not that I was a dungeon expert. It felt odd talking about the culinary shortcomings of a dungeon.
Raelia returned, her wet, dark hair matted to her very damp clothes, leaving little to the imagination. She carried her leather armor with the puncture marks and dropped it heavily on the ground. She focused eagerly on the food Maveith was preparing, and I wondered how someone so small could eat so much. Maveith looked up briefly but didn’t stare, and I averted my eyes as I realized I had been staring.
“Are we going to kill the stone bear near next?” She said, stretching her arms over her head. I think she realized I was staring earlier and was trying to draw my attention back to her. I, however, had a stronger will than that.
“Yes, we will kill the bear. If it yields a greater healing potion, we will clear that room two more times before moving on.” I moved to shatter the stone chest. I had left to see if Raelia would break it without asking. She had not even mentioned it.
The normal silver coins were inside, but there was no large sapphire on the silver chain at this time. A modest brooch with hundreds of tiny red and clear stones made a picture of a bird with its wings spread. I brought it back to the group and showed it to them. Maveith nodded appreciatively, but Raelia’s eyes showed shock and wanting for the brooch, “Do you know what power this artifact has?”
Raelia made eye contact with me, her deep blue-green eyes studying me. Her eyes were actually very lovely if I wasn’t worried about getting stabbed by her at the first opportunity. “Not all items found in a dungeon are artifacts, legionnaire.” I didn’t break eye contact with her, and she finally broke down and explained to show her superior knowledge. “I know it. It was once the crest of Caelora’s ruling family. Now, it is a symbol of sedition and hubris to elves.”
She took a deep breath, “But yes, it is an artifact, but no elf would ever wear it openly. There is a reward for turning them into Esenhem to be destroyed.”
I turned the pretty piece of jewelry in my hand, “But what does it do?”
“I don’t know. Some type of protection, I think—or maybe awareness. I have seen it before on an exiled descendent of Caelora’s King.” She thought momentarily, “But it doesn’t make any sense for it to appear in a dungeon. Unless it is true that a dungeon can recreate items it absorbs.”
Maveith had been listening and speculated, “Maybe the elves of the city sought shelter in the dungeon when the Legion sieged the city? They were probably trapped and died down here.”
I nodded in agreement, “That would explain the ranger’s cloak if Caelora’s crafters produced it.” I made the brooch disappear, and Raelia’s eyes fell in disappointment. I thought maybe the brooch had given the wearer some influence over the elves. Or, more likely, Raelia just liked jewelry.
“The stone bear room should be ready for us.” I stood and led the two to the chamber with the bear. The bear was back, and I quickly dispatched it, and Maveith went right into processing it.
“If I had a bow, I could get the rabbits,” Raelia noted as the bunnies watched Maveith from a distance.
“I have a few bows but no arrows,” I stated absently. She just gawked for a minute, clearly wondering what else I might have secreted away before heading off to look at the small flowers. I was left alone to open the chest and was relieved to get the silver and both potions, healing, and stamina. If we did meet with the company again, then these healing potions would be needed.
Raelia had a bouquet of small yellow and white flowers and was excited, “These are sundrops and sugarweed.” She had used the elven words for the flowers, and I had to interpret what she said before I understood.
“Are they good for anything?” I was not familiar with either flower, but there might be a reference in the elven books in the library.
“The sugarweed flowers can be dried and used as a sweetener in baking. They only bloom at the height of summer, but you can dry them to be used at any time. The sundrops are found only in early spring,” she indicated to the yellow flowers, “And are used in alchemy. I am not familiar with its uses, though I was told to pick them if I found them.”
“You can pack out what you want. We get enough sweets from the berries and apples. I want to keep my storage for bear meat and potatoes.” Her face fell at my dismissal, but I was not going to add things to my space that we couldn’t use. It was already getting crowded in there, and designating a space for killing creatures would become a problem if I filled it up. Maybe it was time to do some cleaning. I left the disappointed elf to cook while Maveith expertly processed the bear.
We returned to the safe room and then repeated the gnoll room after the day had passed. The gnolls all yielded just a minor essence, and I gave four to Maveith and four to the griffin rider. The reward chest had the silver coin and a pair of simple silver earrings in the shape of a leaf.
I had the gut feeling that the jewelry was not an artifact. When I channeled into it, it didn’t take my aether, and it felt like no spell forms were buried in the metal workings. It was still a very detailed piece of art. I never let Raelia see it and she didn’t ask what was in the chest.
After we harvested the potatoes, I announced, “This was our last time fighting the gnolls. We will kill the bear again and see if we can find stairs up to the first level.” Raelia tensed, realizing what that meant, but I doubted she wanted to spend eternity in the dungeon.
We rested and ate in the safe room before clearing the bear room again. The bear gave a major strength essence; the chest still gave the greater healing and stamina potion with the silver coins. We might have to return to the room again if we needed more potions. I would have liked to stockpile them, but time was not on our side. I didn’t know if anyone from the legion company lived, but they may be having a harder time than we were, so finding them was a priority.
I told Maveith, “Just the best cuts from the bear, Maveith. My space is getting close to full.” Maveith nodded, and I knew the liver and kidneys were going to be harvested, if nothing else.
Raelia’s attention snapped to me. “Huh, you are not as big as I thought you were.” Was that innuendo? Was she trying to joke and insult me in the same sentence? Maybe it was some residual anger from not storing the flowers. I held my tongue rather than retort, and I think the elf was disappointed that I wasn’t playing alone. We had fought together for days, which naturally brought soldiers closer. I was still wary of the elf. But I did find her tolerable.
We quickly checked on the room I had not entered with the black and gray rock landscape. Raelia identified the rock. “That is cooled magma. I have flown into old volcanos before. If something in there created it, I think we should avoid entering this room.”
We all stared for nearly an hour, seeing no movement. I decided, “Okay, we are not entering if we cannot identify the opponent.” No one disagreed, and we returned to the bear room.
I gave Maveith his bow and three remaining arrows, and he managed to skewer a rabbit as we passed through. I was excited to see what essence it might yield. Raelia scoffed at my effort and said mockingly. “That creature is too small, legionnaire. Even I know it will not yield an essence.”
I probably should not have tried, but I wanted to prove Raelia wrong, even if it revealed the utility of the collector. All three of us watched as the collector struggled to pull out the blue wisps from the creature, Raelia’s grin growing at the probable failure. It took longer than normal, but a minor essence formed. Raelia had utter disbelief on her face, and Maveith just asked, “What is it?”
I picked up the small sphere and was confused. It was a pale red—not pink. “It is a minor essence of fortitude,” I said, perplexed. So far, every essence I had harvested or seen harvested had made sense. Fortitude was akin to mental endurance—why did a rabbit yield it?
“I am going to keep it if that is okay, Maveith?” He had killed the rabbit, so it probably should have gone to him, but I wanted to fortify the attribute.
“It is your collector, Eryk. As far as I am concerned, all the essences are yours.” Maveith’s deep voice replied with certainty.
Raelia panicked and objected strongly, “Don’t put thoughts in his head, Maveith!”
I stopped the potential argument, “I don’t mind sharing. But I will decide who gets what.” I stood and popped the mental fortitude essence into my mouth. My head felt cloudy for a few moments before clearing. Raelia had watched me intently, her eyes narrowing some.
I ordered, “Let’s explore the next room.”
The corridor curved left and right, snaking for a while before we reached the entrance to the next room. The chamber was large and roughly dome-like. It looked to be a rolling grassy field, our sight line obstructed by a hill near the corridor. A massive, horse-sized black boar was digging up the prairie grass on top of the hill. It grabbed a massive grub tangle in the roots of overturned grass. I let my first thought escape on seeing the boar, “Bacon.”
Raelia cautioned, “That is not a pig.” The boar noisily chewed the grub and turned to face us. Bestial red eyes focused on us.
Maveith voiced concern, “It is a dire boar. Dire animals have been mutated by aether. They are larger, stronger, and much more aggressive than their counterparts, Eryk.” A brief pause before he added, licking his lips, “But yes, bacon, but I don’t know if we have enough salt to cure it.”
The dire boar grunted, calling over a second beast. A third, then a fourth, arrived. We needed a plan.
Comments
A B
Edit suggestion: pack out -> pick out
Fortunis
Bacon is love, Bacon Is life. 🥓 🥓 🥓
Unwired Rob
bonding over bacon. appropriate.
J S
Uh-oh
Karnnie
I held my tongue rather than retort, and I think the elf was disappointed that I wasn’t playing alone. I held my tongue rather than retort, and I think the elf was disappointed that I wasn’t playing along.
Trevayne
I like the relatively slow pace of their getting along. Maveith likes everybody, so he is more accepting. Eryk has been a paranoid secret keeper ever since he arrived in this world and he was trying to stop Raelia from killing him both times they met previously. Thus his being less trusting and slower to accept her is understandable, As for the idea that he should cultivate her to facilitate a defection to her side, I think at this point he isn't thinking any farther than trying to get back to Castille and the rest and then out of the dungeon. Until that happens, thinking past that is almost a waste of time. Although his offer to put Raelia in storage if they do meet his unit could be viewed both ways. As a kindness to her and a way to get at least one person on her side who will vouch for him if he does try to defect. Interesting question, did we ever get any sense that the enemies of the Empire are aware of and willing to accept of outsiders like Eryk? I don't remember if it came up before.
Netveiwer
Bacon and Pork belly!
Roberto Dias
Thank you. Love the novel.
Erick Thiemke
I would say yes he would have kept the arrow head. As for making arrows probably not. The wood need to be dried and some type of lathe used. Also Maveith s arrows were as thick as a finger so not interchangeable on bows
Roberto Dias
Questions about making Arrows... 1 Maveith kept the arrowheads from his broken arrows? 2 were is the elf scout's pouch with steel arrowheads.? 3 Cant they get some wood and make some arrows? Tnks
Lemes
poor goblin! If he keeps meeting the MC like this, he will specialize in being monster bait.
Erick Thiemke
petrified goblin as in scared - not turned to stone
Lemes
Petrified Legionnaires? Hopefully, but unlikely, it could be Flávios. This guy is still going to cause a lot of problems for Erick.
Lemes
Jesus! Why this wife? As an ex-married man, my advice to Erick is to make the most of his singlehood. He has literally ages to think about getting married!
Erick Thiemke
corrected on the master
Blorcyn
I could see “I was still weary of the elf.” Being correct and what you meant, although with the next sentence it could also be a misspelling for ‘wary’ which might make a hint more sense for the following sentence? Not sure.
1536539
Thank you for the chapter.
Eriach
Little Pig, Little Pig let me in!
Prinny Knight
"~Always-Roll-A-Oneeeee~, this is your conscious speaking.~ ooooooooooh, she is wife material, ooooooooooh~"
Faa Diallo
Thanks for the chapter.
Erick Thiemke
probably going to see some legionnaires and maybe a petrified goblin in the next few chapters
Erick Thiemke
5th chapter this cycle? wow. need to crank out two incubus chapters today too.
