Chapter Forty-Three: Designating The Voice

Chapter Forty-Three: Designating The Voice

Freddie and the other Crystal Shield guys dont stick around long after that. The head guy looks pretty cowed, Freddie looks a bit confused, and the priests just look kinda embarrassed. I cant really blame them. The silence after Grim left was the kind that makes someone re-evaluate the choices that led them to where they are, and nobody looks really proud of what they did. Well, except for Larx.

Either way, that little kerfluffle tipped me over the threshold to designate my Voice! And I think Im going to offer it to Teemo first.

Hey bud. So, uh wanna be my Voice? Nah, Im not exactly sure what it entails, aside from talking to people sometimes. Probably not very often, no. For the most part, I want to keep letting my actions speak for me, which is great for broader things, but there are more complex ideas Id like to communicate.

Yeah, and I need to tell the ratkin about the love stuff, if theyre determined to put me at the center of their cult. Yes, I would like you to keep doing your Scouting. Im pretty sure youll still be able to. I mean, look at Fluffles. He still can do what he did before he became a Conduit, so itll probably be the same with being my Voice?

Heh, no, you wont need to greet everyone who shows up. Youll probably be talking a lot with Yvonne and Aranya, probably a bit with Freddie and Rhonda, some with Ragnar and Aelara, and probably with Elf Guy, too.

Youre only saying yes because you want to see the look on his face when you talk to him, arent you. Well, I guess it can be for multiple reasons. So, you want the job? Cool.

Teemo

The boss is an odd one. Its not like Teemo has been a scion in any other dungeons, but he was created with some expectations set in his little rat mind. Some expectations the dungeon met and exceeded with ease. Some expectations never seem to be on the dungeons mind at all.

Its difficult to tell, sometimes, whats actually on its mind. It speaks clearly enough, but a lot of the concepts go way over Teemos head, and even over Tinys. The big spider takes a pretty stoic look on that fact, saying the dungeons odd behavior has certainly been working well so far.

Teemo would like to argue that point, but he really cant. Especially not after their victory over the rival dungeon. He still feels a little bad about not being able to save the tall birdwoman, but even that seemed to work out well in the end. Besides, the skeleton scion cheated with that enchantment anyway.

But now, the dungeon has actually asked if he wants to be its Voice. Asked! Who does that?! A really weird dungeon, thats who. It even talked with him about it, instead of just dumping the responsibility on him.

Honestly, his first instinct was to just do as ordered, but he wasnt ordered. Then he was going to decline. But the dungeon really has been doing amazing things with its nonsensical decisions. Maybe having a simple rat like Teemo as the Voice will also do amazing things? He doubts it, but he also doubted the maze would work.

Either way, those doubts are a bit moot at this point, as hes already accepted. All he has left to do is head to the ratnest so the bar can start filling. He just hopes it doesnt take him as long to Ascend as it took Fluffles.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via N0v3l.B11n.

Freddie

The Head Acolyte tried to Turn Undead, but it failed. Utterly. Like it had no power over the scion. Not that it resisted, but that it didnt even need to resist! Freddie trails off at the memory, before remembering hes in the Head Priests office.

Uh and then we left. The dungeon didnt kick us out or anything, but we all kinda felt like we should go before we could do anything else like that

Torlon nods, his subtle smile never wavering. Did the scion threaten the Head Acolyte?

Freddie looks confused at that, then concentrates as he thinks. No? It leaned forward and shushed him, but that was it?

Did the ratkin interfere with the rituals?

Freddie shakes his head without even needing to examine his memories. Nah, he just watched. Er as far as I could tell, anyway. I could feel when he consecrated the area, but never felt anything from him when the other attempts failed. He thinks about the odd ratkin before remembering something.

Oh! He knew who I was! He said the dungeon knows me, and Rhonda, too!

Torlon simply nods at that as well, before giving Freddie a crooked smile. Im not really surprised. You and your friend seem to spend much of your spare time there. Were all fortunate its a friendly dungeon. His smile slips slightly at that, before settling back into his usual friendly look.

Well, if thats all you can think of, I believe were done with this matter for now? Freddie scrunches his face as he tries to remember anything else important, then nods.

Yeah, thats all I can think of, sir. The gnome motions for him to lean forward, and Freddie does, and he gives the younger a simple blessing before letting him leave. As the door closes, the friendly look collapses into one of exhaustion.

I knew I shouldnt have sent the Head Acolyte he grumbles to himself as he falls back into his chair. The Acolyte means well, but his zeal can lead him to forcing awkward situations like with the dungeon. He just had to invoke the Crystal Shield in the consecration, rather than the simple generic purification rite. And then to attempt an exorcism on the dungeon itself! The Crystal Shield Itself must have been protecting him for the dungeon to not simply destroy him on the spot!

Possibly even more worrying, though, is that Turn Undead had no effect on the scion at all. The way everyone described it, a simple breeze would have had more effect on the undead scion! And then it just shushes him like a librarian? He sighs and looks up to the hanging shield over his head.

I miss how straightforward things were when I was an adventurer, he laments, enjoying the catharsis of just wallowing for a few moments. Still, he cant just wallow while theres a potential problem to ward off. He takes a moment to recite a prayer, strengthening his resolve to do what he knows he has to do. The Head Acolyte will need to be punished in some way, likely starting with no longer being the Head. And the rest will depend on the dungeon.

He grabs his quill and ink, and some parchment and gets to writing. If anyone can help him make amends with the dungeon, itll be the Dungeoneers Guild.