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A Soldier's Life - 152 - Q&A
🕑 Added 2024-03-02 20:11:02 +0000 UTCChapter 152 Q&A
The elf girl was speaking Latin. Many thoughts were running through my mind, and none of them were pleasant. “Maveith, I don’t know about this. If they remember us each time…”
Maveith didn’t seem as intimidated by the shapeshifters as I was. “I am healed this time. I can handle one by myself,” his confident voice echoed in the hall.
The boy’s eyes turned yellow in a blink and did not change back. He gave Maveith a full tooth smile, “The big one thinks he beat me again.” His skin stretched, and his clothing ripped from his body as he grew to full height. His body was not that of the creature we fought before but instead a mirror image of Maveith, albeit nude and immodest.
Maveith was suddenly uncomfortable, his hands clenching along the handle of his hammer. “I don’t know about this, Eryk. Perhaps we should try the vine room next.” His voice was suddenly uncertain, facing himself as an opponent.
My focus was on the creatures. I was worried that these two creatures could continuously learn from us, preparing better to fight us each time until we eventually lost. I had an unusual thought. Maybe they wouldn’t tell the truth, but maybe they could tell us something about the dungeon. I remembered something the girl had said, “You lied. There was no treasure in the dark room.” I never entered the room, but she didn’t know that.
The creepy elf girl’s face twisted into a horrid smile, “We don’t lie.” She pointed at me, “Oh, did you not bring your mining pick?” Her tone was mocking.
Maveith’s uneasiness of seeing himself didn’t let his curiosity hide from the conversation, “Mining pick?”
“You travel this deep in the labyrinth and come unprepared,” the girl laughed unnaturally, openly taunting us.
I grasped at the thread in her words, “Deep? Where are we in the labyrinth? Are there levels?”
The other Maveith returned to being an elf boy. “Don’t tell them anything. Make them pay for the knowledge,” he told the girl.
The girl nodded energetically at her companion, “We want the red apples. I am sick of the berries. Bring us twenty apples, and we will tell you where you are!”
Maveith was about to say something, but I held up my hand with plans to negotiate, “Twenty apples are a lot, and the bear does not like to give them away without a fight. Five questions and five apples for each answer. If I do not like the completeness of the answer, no apples.”
The boy faced the girl and they deliberated, “He is trying to trick us. He will give us the apples and then steal them back after killing us again.”
“You could always let us pass without fighting?” I offered, interrupting them.
“Those are not the rules. Break the rules, and we will never be made whole again,” the girl said angrily to me.
I produced five apples in my hands to entice them, “Then eat them after you answer my question.”
They looked at each other and then back at me. The girl’s eyes locked on the apples, desire clear. “You are near the bottom of the labyrinth but not at the bottom,” she blurted. That was a cryptic answer. And what did it mean to be near the bottom?
“We just entered the labyrinth in the room down that corridor,” I pointed down the corridor we had arrived in across the room.
“They are lost! They know not where they are!” The girl danced, mocking me. “No more questions until the apples are received!”
I felt I had not gotten a complete answer, but it was best to build trust. I rolled the five apples into the room, and they snatched them suspiciously, “Think they are poisoned?” The girl asked the boy.
“If they are, then it is a good trick on us,” his teeth became needle-like as he devoured the first apple, noisily chewing and savoring the flesh. The girl, not to be outdone, also grew sharp teeth to attack her own apple. The five apples did not last long. The juices had dribbled down their bodies in a gross display of gluttony. Seeing how much they enjoyed them; I produced five more.
“Next question. How big is the Shimmering Labyrinth?” I was hoping to get an idea, so maybe being near the bottom would make more sense.
The girl spoke, “It has been too long since we wandered the dungeon. It is wider than you think and deeper, too!”
The boy added, “It continues to grow, so you never know how big it is! Now, the apples!” his greedy eyes focused on them.
I frowned at their vague answer, “You didn’t answer my question to my satisfaction. No apples.”
The boy rasped out angrily, “I told you we shouldn’t trust them.” He seemed to fume before calming and trying to offer a better answer for the prize, “When we wandered the dungeon, there were hundreds of rooms. Right, left, straight, down, and all around! We ended up here eventually. Trapped!”
Maveith’s deep voice reminded me he was behind me, “The dungeon did not create you?”
The girl was frustrated, “Another question? No apples for the last! They are tricking us!”
To mollify the girl, I rolled the apples into the room. The gross display of their consumption happened again. When they were finished, I pointed at Maveith, “Answer his question next.”
The shapeshifters looked uncertainly at each other. The boy finally answered, “We entered with the elves in the guise of one of their number.” The boy shifted into an adult elf. “They discovered our true nature, and we killed them but couldn’t escape the dungeon.”
The girl shifted into an adult as well, “We died elsewhere but woke, trapped in this room, never able to leave. Bound for eternity to the cursed dungeon. Forced to kill interlopers.”
My body trembled at the thought of being cursed to live forever in a single dungeon room. I was sure I had new ammunition for nightmares. I absently rolled the apples forward, thinking. Maveith asked another question while I thought, his voice uncertain, “Are the creatures stronger the deeper in the dungeon you go?”
The woman wiped sugary drool from her mouth, “Of course! Foolish question, and now you owe us more apples!”
“Maveith, it was a good question,” I reassured him. It meant the rooms we were exploring were much more dangerous than higher up in the dungeon. It gave me some hope some of the company might have survived.
I gave them their prize, and the adult elf male smiled with his needle-like teeth, “You have but one question left!”
“But I have more than just five apples left,” I returned his toothy smile.
The woman answered, holding her stomach, “I am full and no longer desire apples. We will answer your last question as agreed.”
“Maveith, let me think,” I warned the goliath. If we only had one question left, I wanted to make use of it. Maybe the shapeshifters could be reasoned with again for more answers.
I finally asked, “Can we rest safely in the corridors between the rooms?”
The male laughed disgustingly at the question, “They enter a dungeon and do not know the rules! Foolish human and large gray man.” The woman joined him as they mocked us. But they were the real fools here, having been trapped. Still, I wanted an answer.
The pair calmed down, reverting to their child forms. The girl answered, still giggling at our lack of knowledge, “Only rest rooms are safe. If you rest in the passages,” she locked eyes with me, “and stop making progress. Then we will be free to come and find you.” The girl licked her lips, and I shivered. I gave them their apples.
“Would you be interested in some fish for more answers?” I offered. Their greedy eyes focused on the fillet I produced. The ceiling of the shapeshifter’s chamber changed to a flashing red pattern.
They looked up, worried expressions on their faces, “We have completed the bargain, and it looks like another bargain will not be struck,” the boy said. Did that mean the dungeon was watching us? Still, I felt the answers we had gotten were worth the fish. I tossed it into the room, to their surprise. The two elf children fought over it like quarreling siblings. Shoveling chucks of torn raw fish into their mouth, trying to deny the other a bite.
The brief fight was violent, and the two were bleeding from minor scratches at the end. The girl addressed us when the fish was gone, shreds of fish stuck in her needle teeth, “Flesh is so much better than apples. Maybe it is time you come in and play with us so we can taste yours?” The ceiling faded from the red shimmering to return to normal.
It appeared the dungeon had warned the shapeshifters of their behavior. “Maveith, we need to get back to the safe room to rest.”
“Agreed,” his deep voice echoed reassuringly behind me. “I will take the boy. I am ready when you are.”
“Can you two back up to the center of the room again?” I asked the shape changers. They started to shake their head no, malicious smiles on their faces in anticipation. “I gave you the fish without compensation,” I told them. Reluctantly, the two children started walking backward toward the center of the room, conceding the fish had been worth this small compromise.
Maveith and I entered the room, but the children only morphed into their large, monstrous bodies and did not rush to attack this time. Maveith swung his hammer lightly in his grip. My black blade and round shield were ready for an attack, but it never came. The two of them were studying us, trying to learn from us.
I took a step toward the corridor to the safe room. If we didn’t have to fight them, all the better. My action caused the creatures to sprint toward us. I took the closer one’s head, causing the other one to try to flee in surprise. Maveith was not having it, though. He thrust the head of his hammer into its face. Facial bones audibly cracked as the face compressed.
The strike stunned the creature as Maveith’s strength was on display. I circled behind the dazed creature and targeted the hamstring, opening a gash and cutting deeply into the muscle. With no mouth, the creature could not scream.
It gained enough awareness to pivot and try to backhand me with its power arms. I had already retreated, and Maveith’s hammer was on a downswing. He missed the top of its head but caught its neck. The head of the hammer embedded four inches deep in the grotesque figure, forcing it to its knees. I did not hesitate to step forward and behead it with my black blade.
We were both breathing heavily from the adrenaline and nodded to each other. It had been easier than expected, and we both came out unharmed. “Maveith, collect the blueberries, and I will help after checking the chest.”
The chest was in the same location as the first time, nestled in one of the blueberry bushes. It had thirty-six large silver coins, again another apex essence. The color was different this time, and it was light yellow—an essence of insight. Was this a joke by the dungeon after we gained some knowledge from the shapeshifters?
I used the collector on the shapeshifters but was saddened to see they both yielded just a major essence with the same shifting colors. The first time, they had yielded apex essences. Maybe because we had killed them so quickly after the first time? What were these dungeon rules they mentioned?
I started helping Maveith harvest the berries, “Maveith, what essence do you want? I have a few magical essences, the minor essences of quickness and an apex essence of insight.”
“Quickness,” he said immediately. “Being faster than your opponent is the best way to win a fight,” he stated confidently. I handed him the small green sphere as soon as my aether recovered enough to retrieve it. I also stored everything in my space.
Maveith stated the obvious, “After we rest in the safe room, we will have to fight them again to explore the dungeon.”
“I know.” I figured eventually the shape changers would find a way to make the fight more even if they recalled each fight.
We finished with the berries, and I relieved myself in the room. Having such a large bowel movement after so long was an odd feeling. I had a few wax leaves to clean up, but I wished I had more. I left the head of the shapeshifter on the mossy floor. On a whim, I tried to use the collector on it. It pulled no essence from the head, which was slightly disappointing.
I walked with Maveith back to the first room we entered. The familiar elven script was on the wall. The floor of the room where we had defected was clean. The dungeon was cleaning up the floor after us. The exit was still here, mocking us with false offer of freedom. Maybe we could exit and enter before the specters swarmed us? It was a thought, but it was best to wait as the summoner was still out there, and it had only been two days.
We were exhausted, and while Maveith prepared dinner, I set up our bedrolls. I figured it had been over a day since my last essence, and I assumed the glossy black apex essence would enhance my aether channeling. It worked quickly, giving me an intense awareness of aether around me. The dungeon almost felt like it was forged from pure essence before the feeling vanished.
Maveith grumbled, “If we had a large pot, I could make one large batch of apple-berry jam.”
I surprised Maveith again by taking out the cast iron cauldron I had taken from a legion hall long ago. The thing must weigh seventy pounds with the lid and I took it to use as an improvised weapon, not for its intended purpose. Maveith shook his head in disbelief, “What else do you have in there, Eryk?”
I mumbled, “This and that,” but didn’t specify. Maveith shrugged acceptingly and took the pot to work on his jam.
Maveith started talking as he worked, “It is too bad we got separated from Brutus and the Scholar. Their help would have been most welcome. Just the two of us are going to have a hard time working through the rooms down here and finding the others.”
Maveith was stewing blueberries and apples together, making a jam. He was also doing his best to make use of the last bits of the rations from the elven packs. Now that we knew we had food sources, we could be more liberal with our meals to restore our bodies.
After much internal deliberation, I finally revealed something to Maveith, “You know, Maveith, I may know someone who could help. Not sure if she would be too willing, though.”
Maveith’s eyebrows rose in surprise, “Who?”
Comments
Erick Thiemke
if you are in a browser like Safari or Chrome - you make the text larger there.
Abdullah Abdulhameed
guys how do I make text bigger? first time on Patron. I am on my laptop btw.
Mikiru189
The floor of the room where we had defected was clean should be - defecated
Unwired Rob
The last sentence is great!
Karnnie
It gained enough awareness to pivot and try to backhand me with its power arms. powerful arms.
Karnnie
“The big one thinks he beat me again.” he can beat me again.
Douglas Lilley
Please remove her plot armor or her bad luck. I totally get that she’s gonna be an important character, but if she comes out and gets healed she will have survived something that should have killed her (without her contribution) 4 times by my count. 1. The griffon falling and Eric storing her out of pity. 2. Her self immolation at the bottom of the stairs (where Eric chose not to finish the 2 mages off). 3 Becoming a dragon chew toy (where Eric wanted an essence stone from her but didn’t realize she was alive until after storing her). 4. Eric deciding to heal her rather than get an essence stone from her. I’m cool with her becoming a more important part of the story, but the girl’s dodging so many bullets that it’s becoming 4th-wall-break distracting.
Fabian
Maybe the dungeon skips reviving the twins to avoid them divulging more information.
Blorcyn
She could be ostracised. But can’t be certain. We don’t know enough of elf culture. Would an American Ranger not be allowed home because of two failures? What if that US ranger was a Kennedy or a Bush, etc.
Silver Beard
Going to skip that... unbias perspectives
Prinny Knight
elf waif
Roberto Dias
They had at least 4 pots. In 2 standard "sarcina" = legionary backpack. (Cooking kit = Metalic cooking pot "situla"+ plate "patera"+ kettle + cup). And in the 2 elven backpacks (aluminiun pots) Maybe more than 4... Maevith is a gluton/cook, so probably as 2 or 3 "nesting" pots/pans in his pack, for his "special needs". Legionaries were cargo mules. The others in the company ditched gear, but Erick and Maevith are porters and carry everything.
Silver Beard
That makes my point... and if he hadn't precipitously had one in his space? Eryk should be running out of items about now. I hope whatever else is feasible. Perhaps they should chop down the apple trees for wood frames and such to Strech the hides for tanning, etc. Going forward.
Silver Beard
@Always or he could start setting up his exit strategy by bringing her into the fold. Maveth already wants to go back home. The Elf will be ostracized for failing her duty twice in relative time. He could out himself to these 3 as an outworlder hungering for adventure beyond the borders of the Empire... and convince both to take 2 oblivion pills each (or give one the pendant) and stash them away at the critical moment. Then release them when timing is right for a quick exit from the Empire.
Erick Thiemke
They did but it was left in the tavern. Eryk picked up his own cauldron in a legion hall
Quasimotolovesbells
I don't think it's mentioned again, but they did find a large cauldron? when exploring the library that the cook was using... it was a large pot and I don't think they would have carried it with them considering how heavy it was and they were all starving. Eryk put a desk in his storage, so I guess he could have taken that one?
Erick Thiemke
ALSO AUTHOR NOTES PAGE UPDATED WITH ROUGH SKETCH OF DUNGEON....MAYBE SPOILERS
Erick Thiemke
it is a 3-way dynamic. he needs to get Maveith on board for one. second he has to stop her from trying to kill him. third he needs to trust her. I was thinking his first thought was take her out - heal her - send her back. that way he can use her like he used the goblin. gonna be a tough write as she has magic
Erick Thiemke
ok i will edit in the cauldron - he has a 70 pound iron cauldron with lid he took. think he was planning on dropping it on someone
Silver Beard
Not questioning the method; but the 'equipment' needed to do so?
Silver Beard
Guess we'll find out, but will the potion be just as good as the first or will the the rewards degrade too with repeat wins as the Essence certainly has?
Silver Beard
rofl @Otto Kovar... without a healing potion there will be no talking a brief intermission before her essence is collected. Recall she appeared well and truly dead after being mauled and tossed by the Drake onto the rocks. Eryk only realized she still had some life because his Aether bottomed out when he thought he was collecting a corpse.
Silver Beard
How she survived will factor in. Same guy twice stashes her away? I can think of a few scenarios that make her look good but they aren't flattering.
Silver Beard
Soldier's life expectancy is all about logistics. Food, resources, armor, etc. Thought you had a good grasp on that. So what did they enter with? That was 'known'
Silver Beard
Oh- they brought a pot big enough for a party of XX? I know Eryk still has his 'legion' size in his space; but I didn't' realize Mavieth carried his own. Hardly legion standard light assault gear to carry around in combat. (Which is my point- there's stuff they should have and don't. They will need to either make it in the Dungeon or pray it drops from a chest.) Fortunately Mavieth is an accomplished Leatherworker and stone shaper.
Blorcyn
Fair. Two failures but high general’s sister, but we don’t know elf culture well.
Silver Beard
Have you considered that the elf girl took on a body-guard position for the Major Summoner's apprentice and failed. Not only that but she lived? What she will face if she ever dares show her face amongst her society? @Blorcyn a bit too focused on MC and not on the larger picture. To her- making a suicide attempt on her hated enemy might be the life price she is willing to pay if Eryk appears weak in any way. She should be dead- she might decide that's correctable while taking Eryk out with her.
Erick Thiemke
https://mediterraneanlatinloveaffair.com/blueberry-apple-jam/#recipe
Erick Thiemke
it is a process learning how the dungeon works. they will make mistakes but will start to accumulate food
Erick Thiemke
you just boil the fruit and it mashes together. apples have pectin already so the jam can set
Erick Thiemke
she is not coming out immediately. just opening up to Maveith this point, sharing more secrets. like otto said - healing potion needed first
Erick Thiemke
it will take them back to the tavern
Erick Thiemke
yes the red bear will have the healing potion
Silver Beard
Just promise next time they kill the bear- Mavieth does a proper job on the 'whole' thing. They are very underprepared. Let Eryk stash away all of it. Mavieth making jam in what with what right now? He brought a pestle and such in his gear? No he's crushing and mixing it all by hand (not sure who besides him that want to eat that) They have their little canteens, but more would be better, etc.
Blorcyn
I think you did well in terms of making him think of and dismiss it earlier, and so plant the seed. Then, the elf twins have made this feel even more dangerous. They have to get past them every time. We all know the elf girl is going to be part of the team eventually, or else why catch her twice (narratively, not in-universe). I think if he does it now fine. If he rejects it now and then regrets it because Maveith is injured on the next return to the safe room, to the degree that other guy was against the manticores. He’ll be regretting not doing it now. It’ll be less safe and he’ll have less leverage. He’ll need her to get them back to the safe room. Narratively it’ll be more dramatic and higher stakes. Readers are tricky though, never know when they’re going to be annoyed at a reader for something logical (like taking her out now) or logical but late (taking her out in a crisis and using resources on her). Personally, a lot of this story is about him doing the best he can and being quite true to life (in as much as you can in this crazy magic world). He’s a normal guy, he gets the shits even. You don’t shy away from his life. I wouldn’t mind him thinking this is a bit risky and taking out the elf girl now because he’s worried. However, if I was writing it. I’d do it when he’s even more up shits creek. I’d take the second way. I’d make him choose not to now and pay for it. He’ll lose more, but their dynamic will be more even, and he’ll not have someone to watch his back like with Maveith being well now. They will have to extend more trust to each other than he would have to now. He’s more at risk of betrayal and her escape. You don’t know which way it will go (as the reader). You relieve tension and stakes with the elf twin for that occasion. You raise it with the elf girl. Maveith stakes (theoretically injured) remain the same. They make it to the safe room. One of them will sleep first.
Silver Beard
Common Dungeon sense 101- you don't delve with folks you can't trust to watch your back. If he can't convince her- kill and take her essence. IF they had grouped with Flavius- I'd have suggested the same.
Silver Beard
They should definitely NOT do it in the safe room; as she might try to 'escape' before hearing them. Tempted to go back to the Spider room for the healing.
Silver Beard
If it's made plain that it's suicide to go alone; perhaps a confirmation from the 'twins'... I still think his only real chance of winning her cooperation will be the BIG reveal. She's hated the Legion all her life. He's got to set himself apart and there's really only ONE way that's going to happen and Mavieth is going to get to see/hear it too.
Otto Kovar
They should first acquire another healing potion as a bargaining chip, atleast thats what i think should happen.
Prinny Knight
50/50, not sure about the timing. Still hopeful since his last choice of romance was such bs.
Silver Beard
Just a thought, but will the 'exit' really let them leave or just take them to the 1st level? More Dungeon theory you weren't planning on... curious though.
TheFool
I think the time is ideal.
Erick Thiemke
too early in the dungeon to bring out the griffin rider? thoughts?
Erick Thiemke
1 more coming this week before the new cycle starts on Wednesday
