Scourge Forty-Eight - Enough

Scourge Forty-Eight - Enough

Scourge Forty-Eight - Enough

I dont know if this will be enough, I say while a monster crawls out of a dark pool. Its nothing too special. A large scorpion monster, with big claws and a bigger stinger. The stinger has a bit of a scoop shape beneath it which can be used as a cup to hold onto a decently big rock.

The idea is that these scorpion monsters can fling those rocks ahead of them pretty darned hard. Theyll give the monsters weve gathered a ranged option.

Thats one of the bigger problems with monster armies. They tend to be very much focused on close-range attacks with overwhelming numbers. It can work, but only if the adversary isnt prepared.

The attack on Vizeda is a good example of why monster waves can fail. The defenders were heavily outnumbered, but they had walls and a few cultivators and they had ranged options. I dont want to repeat the same mistake that that monster horde did, thats why Im making so many ranged attackers and flying monsters. If we need to fight, well overwhelm from multiple directions.

Esme looks up from her notepad and glances around. The clearing were in is kind of awkwardly shaped. Theres not much room, but its the space with the biggest dark pool we found. Is that the last one? she asks.

How much time do we have left? I ask. Im a little tired. Making monsters isnt too hard, but its still a whole process. Ive been doing nothing but focusing and working with my own soul to craft monsters for a few hours. Ive done it before, but usually its at home, with copious breaks and a comfy chair to sit on while I dip one foot into the huge pool in the basement.

I dont think we have much time at all, its approaching noon now, Esme says. Bianca is done preparing the lunch for everyone, and Felix has made a tent in a clearing next to the road.

How did she make a tent? I ask.

She convinced a dozen monsters to help her. They laid down rocks and flattened them down, then she got some of the smaller monsters to hold up some blankets. It looks alright.

Huh. Okay, I say. How many monsters do we have?

Esme raises her notepad. Of those you created, we have three small wyverns, twelve scorpions, twenty needle wolves, five teddy bears, and twenty-two land raptors.

Thats not much, I say. Its a good number of monsters to fight one or two middling cultivators, but if it was me and my friends fighting them, that number of monsters wouldnt be a huge threat. Scary, sure, and we might be injured, but Im pretty sure wed come out of that fight alive.

We could put it off, try something else, Esme says. We have about twice as many natural monsters that wandered into the area too. Its a decent number, but I dont know if itll be enough to intimidate some Templars.

I rub at my chin. Well have to play it smart. I dont know if we can pull off this plan tomorrow instead of today. Even waiting until tonight might be too much. Have the Templars moved?

Theyre halfway here, Esme says. They should be passing the area where Felix set up the tent in about an hour.

Sighing, I stand up, shake off the black tar from my hand, then stretch my legs out. My knees are all dirty too. Annoying. Well, well work with what we have. Did you write the letter?

Esme shrugs. We might not have time. Just send in a scary-looking monster with the letter in its mouth.

What if they just kill it and get the letter all dirtied up? I ask before shaking my head. No, I have a better idea. I dip a hand into the dark pool again and create a little friend. Its just a wee little beetle monster, about the size of a closed fist. Repeat after me: Hello Esme.

Hello Esme, the monster says.

There you go, I say. We can have one of the small wyverns fly over, land in front of the group and this cute little fellow can tell them that they have a message for their leader. Easy as pie.

Esme doesnt protest. I havent gotten a tally of the wild monsters joining us. I should get on that.

Alright, Ill set things up here and send the wyvern on its way. By the way, wheres that tent Felix set up?

Esme guides me over to where Bianca and Felix are waiting. Felix has managed to prepare an area next to the road for our guests. Big rocks, sliced apart by wind magic, form the floor. Theyve been stamped down into the ground, with some smaller gravel placed between them. I dont know how she managed to make it look okay with only a few hours to work.

All of our blankets have been taken and are being held up by spider-monsters atop a few long poles planted in the ground.

We dont have chairs, but Felix and Bianca are both sitting up against a pair of fuzzy monster bears while a panther-monster purrs pleasantly off to one side next to tea set on a stone thats serving as a table.

Its all rather rustic, but very functional. I didnt know you had an eye for decorations, I say.

More of a sense for it, Felix says. Once youve banged your shins on enough tables and chairs you learn to tell how a room should be laid out. Theres this... sense to things, you know?

I like it, I say. Theres a big rock to the back that I guess is meant to be my seat. Two monster wolves are laying down on either side of it, head on their forepaws and tails crossed behind them to form the back of a sort of throne. I plop myself down, then wiggle in place. Maybe I have time to make a cushion monster?

I wonder what the Templars will think of all of this, Bianca says.

Mom always said that the best way to get what you want with the least effort is to make sure that everyone is terrified of what would happen if you dont get what you want, I say. Should we get more monsters? Maybe we can have them all waiting in the woods, as if theyre trying to hide but are doing a poor job of it?

Oh, thats a good idea, Felix says. And we need a bunch of flying monsters circling overhead. Like vultures or something.

I nod. Its a lot of effort, but getting the ambience just right for a peace talk is important work.

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