Chapter One-Hundred Nineteen

Chapter One-Hundred Nineteen

This is feeling like the longest week of my life, and its only just started. Sure, I havent had all that many weeks since becoming a dungeon, but the point still stands. Everyone has been brought up to speed on the plan, too, but nobody has been able to come up with anything better.

Larx and the ratkin are taking a philosophical approach to what to do, and Im just glad theyre not being yes men about it. They love a good debate, and while I usually like to hear philosophy discussed I just cant get into it right now. It also doesnt help that theyve been diving pretty hard into hypotheticals and have wandered pretty hard from the original topic. Its good to know they mostly agree with the plan, and couldnt come up with anything else.

The spiderkin are taking a more pragmatic approach with their own discussions. Norloke hates the idea of letting anyone starve, and Vernew seems offended at the very concept that dwellers wouldnt be able to go out and explore and hunt on their own. Folarn was actually able to look at a diagram of the beachhead, and pointed out a few potential weaknesses. I think shes just more used to thinking of assaulting in three dimensions than Leo is.

Leo, meanwhile, is shoring up the defenses as best he can without revealing himself. The skeletons are doing their best to keep any fish from getting inside the protected area, trying to keep Hullbreak from getting any other information. Theyre also trying to figure out how to make something to help protect the merman, Yendo, just in case. I havent been able to think of anything that wouldnt just look like a cell. I think our best bet is to let him wander around, if we can actually get him to come along, that is.

Elf Guy stops by for a more casual delve, and I cant resist asking Teemo to get his advice. My Voice pops out of a shortcut near the gauntlet, where Tarl is waiting in line, and squeaks to get his attention.

Oh, hey Teemo. Howre you doing? he asks, and Teemo sighs. That good, huh?

Heh, yeah. Just trying to get some last minute stuff together for Hullbreak, and wondering if you had any advice.

Tarl grimaces at that, and takes a few seconds to formulate his reply. Dungeon fights are delicate at the best of times. The Guild mostly sits back and tries to minimize collateral to delvers, so theres not a lot of help I can give. Your stunt with Neverrest was, if not totally unprecedented, very rare. If it makes you feel any better, even if you subsume Hullbreak, the dwellers should be unharmed.

Yeah it doesnt really make me feel any better, but Teemo thanks him and lets him do his thing.

Watching Thing and Queen finish the Axe keeps me distracted for the next couple days, at least. They even manage to get a basic air bubble enchantment on it and the hat. They do a few tests, and everything seems fine, so I call Slash to come collect his new stuff.

Thing and Queen seem a little disappointed that the pair of items dont count as an artifact or something. We can all tell its more than a normal crafted thing, but dont really have the time to try to figure out too much more. My earth elemental reverently dons the silk tophat and takes the guitar in hand. He gives it a strum, and I can feel him just basking in the sound, the juxtaposition of sweet harmony with the harsher sounds of an electric guitar.

Like with the kids. If you were any other dungeon, they wouldnt have been able to escape the basement, not with a Guardian there. Or like with Aranya and that scythemaw. Or with Neverrest and Yvonne. Or Leo. Or Violet. Or the scythemaws in general! Some have been messier than others, but I think youve done a good job.

Maybe but this one is shaping up to be even messier. Most of those were pretty simple.

Teemo snorts at that. If you call those simple, I dont want to know what you call complicated. Wait I do know what you call complicated. Its the kind of stuff that literally hurts my brain, he says with a smirk, and I have to give him a chuckle. There you go, Boss. The situation is serious, sure, but if you let your nerves get the better of you, it could actually get messy and complicated.

do you think the plan will work?

Teemo shrugs. I dunno. I havent thought many of your plans would work, Boss, but Ive been wrong plenty of times. As far as the fighting goes, Im pretty confident in you, at least. Ragnar, Leo, and Folarn havent been able to find anything glaringly wrong with it.

You think you can convince the merman to listen, to come with you?

My voice nods. Yeah. From those reports, it sounded like hes kinda desperate for anything to help Hullbreak. Itll still be a risk, maybe hell scream and call that shark immediately, who knows? Maybe hell be able to talk Hullbreak down, or maybe itll finally fully snap. Theres a lot of stuff that could go wrong, but weve planned for that as much as we can. Now all we can do is hope it goes right.

And if it doesnt? Can we stop Hullbreak from hurting itself and its dwellers?

Teemos face softens as he smiles at me. Do you think anyone else could?

I stop in my mental tracks at the question, my worries derailing from the simple directness. After mulling it over, Im still not happy with the situation, but thats just life sometimes. Sometimes youre the only one who can do it. You either do your best, or do nothing, and have to live with that. Sometimes you choose correctly, sometimes not, but you just have to try your best. I focus my attention back on Teemo and chuckle. I think youre hanging out with Larx too much.

Teemo smirks at that. Who else is going to help me get some mystique? Tiny? Hes got tons to spare, but I cant go stealing his style!