Chapter Forty-Two: Paying Respects

Chapter Forty-Two: Paying Respects

Ah, the pitter-patter of dweller feet. I used to think pitter-patter was a quiet sound, until I watched my sisters kids for an afternoon. Now I know its more like what a herd of elephants sounds like.

Whatever the volume, delvers are back! And they are trying to make up for lost time, seems like, which is fine by me. I need mana to designate someone as my Voice, and theyre handing it over like itll expire soon. They even tried to be extra cheeky and run a bunch of people through the maze at once, thinking Tiny cant get them all. He didnt quite get them all, but I think hes made his point about playing by the unofficial rules.

And defeating those delvers has me very close to what I need for my Voice, so I should probably sit down and actually have a think about who it will be. Ill start with the easy ones that I wont be doing that with.

None of my newbies will be my Voice. Honey, Grim, and Thing are all still getting used to the roles Ive given them already. I dont need to complicate things for them even more and try to have them talking to people, too. Besides, theyd all have their hands full even if they spawned as experts in their fields, which they arent.

It also wont be Jello. While shes friendly enough, and seems to like the delvers, shes about as metaphorically sharp as the room-full of jello that she is. I think I want my Voice to be one of my smarter scions.

Coda is also out of the running. While he doesnt have too much work to do right now, especially since Poe took over the underground expeditions, too, I have some plans that will be eating up his time soon. One or more gardens is the least of what I hope to put him in charge of.

Definitely not Queen. Shes sharp as a tack, but the only people who even know what she looks like are Aranya and Yvonne. While I do want to talk with them, I also want to have the option to talk to whatever delvers I need to.

Also not Fluffles. Some people like to min/max and pile all their bonuses on one thing, but Ive never really liked putting all my eggs in one basket like that. Besides, hes still ironing the kinks out of being a Conduit.

Which leaves three: Teemo, Tiny, and Poe.

Poes on the bottom of my list, mostly because the expeditions keep him busy. Aside from that, though, hed probably be a good Voice. You dont Marshall the troops well if you arent smart, after all. Hes also in a good location to talk to people, and maybe even people well outside my borders. And he can fly, so itll be easy to avoid/ignore anyone I dont want to deal with.

Teemo would be a good voice just because hes basically everywhere. Hes practically my Voice already, just with ratty miming instead of words, just because hes the most convenient to send, pretty much no matter where someone is. Hes also sneaky, so he can ignore people I dont want to deal with. But his sneakiness also kinda plays against being a Voice. Scouts arent generally the most talkative, at least not publicly.

I like the idea of Tiny being my voice just for the theme and how he works. Wanna talk to the dungeon? Step into my parlor, says the giant spider to the flies. I also feel like hes my smartest scion, which just seems like a good idea to have for my Voice. The biggest problem is that hes well big. If he gets much bigger, he wont fit inside the house anymore, and even some of the tunnels are a bit cramped for him already. Feels kinda weird for my Voice to not be able to get everywhere.

While I mull over the decision, though, I feel the cemetery gates open. Freddie walks in, looking mostly confident, and about a dozen people in robes come in after him. I guess he wasnt joking about the church wanting to consecrate the cemetery quickly. The robed people all look at least a little nervous, even the one with a little crystal scepter thing.Ñøv€lRapture marked the initial hosting of this chapter on Ñôv€lß¡n.

Youre certain the dungeon wont attack us, young brother? he asks Freddie, and the orc nods.

We should be fine, Head Acolyte. Ive been in this dungeon a lot, and Mr Tarl said it probably wont have any problems with us consecrating the graveyard.

Form Pact with Crystal Shield? Yes/No?

Hmm. I dont mind the shield helping keep those corpses in the ground, but I dont think Im up for any pacts just yet. So no, but thanks.

The head guy frowns when the alert vanishes, and raises his voice. Place of darkness! Begone! Flee from the Light of the Crystal Shield and cower in your dark places! This will be a holy place of peace, not your home to desecrate those who have earned their rest!

Resist Geas? Yes/No?

Definitely resist. This one actually costs a little mana, too. But I dont need this guy trying to muscle in on my home. The Acolyte, though, doesnt seem to like that answer. He takes a deep breath, preparing to shout even louder Im sure, before Larx voice cuts him off.

Would you mind if I try? he asks, giving the best kindly grandpa face Ive seen in a while. Freddie looks a bit surprised, and the head guy looks pissed. He looks ready to give Larx an earful, but stops himself.

Very well. It will give me time to prepare the censer and a few other holy reagents. Larx smiles and steps forward, and gives a wink only Freddie can see before he raises his staff and speaks.

Sanctuary, please hear my plea. Let these fallen keep the rest they have earned, and be troubled not by the woes of this world ever again.

Consecrate Graveyard? Yes/No?

Huh that doesnt cost me any mana. I accept, and a faint wave of orange blooms from his staff, washing over the entire graveyard. It crashes against and around the mausoleums, rather than through them, probably because there aren't any normal corpses in there? Either way, that gave me a lot of mana! And I can see it ticking up now as well, thanks to the Consecrated Graveyard. Larx smiles and rests the butt of his staff on the ground, looking pretty pleased with himself. Freddie looks impressed.

The head guy looks like hes gonna blow a gasket, though. How dare you!

Larx still wears that sweet grandpa look. Dare? You gave me permission, my good priest, he points out, which only angers the guy further. He starts yelling and swearing and making a scene, while the other priests slowly distance themselves from him for being so loud in a graveyard. Or maybe they notice Grim silently making his way over.

He walks up behind the screaming elf and raps the butt of his scythe on a rock, drawing his attention. The head guy simply sneers and raises his scepter. Begone, creature of darkness! He swings at my Scion, scepter glowing with a soft blue flame. Grim casually blocks it with his scythe, and the blue flames bloom out much like the orange wave with Larx.

Grims robes arent even ruffled from the display, and the flames die with nothing to fuel them. The Acolytes zeal is gone in a heartbeat, and he looks absolutely terrified as Grim leans closer. He raises a finger to his mouth and presses them to the lips he doesnt have, and gives a quiet hiss, before straightening and simply walking away.

Only Larx voice and the sound of Grims steps can be heard. The Scion is right. This is a cemetery. Show some manners and lower your voice, please.