3.26 In Which the Dark Lord Receives a Delivery

3.26 In Which the Dark Lord Receives a Delivery

Yoshi was trying, bless him.

So, thats a cool artifact, uh Its Adelly-san, right?

She gave him an inquisitive look. Its Lord Seijis, he took it from some criminals who were trying toits a long story. Im just using it. More importantly, what did you call me?

Oh, Im sorry, Yoshi said hastily, I mustve misheard your name. Fflyr is really hard for me to pronounce so I still mess up details sometimes.

No, you got it right, I said. She means the honorific. In Japanese you append those to everyones name unless youre on really intimate terms with someone or trying to insult them. San is the default one, that just connotes basic politeness.

In fact, I thought it was odder that Yoshi was still doing that than that he was having trouble with pronunciation. So was Iso would be any reasonable person. Fflyr was a preposterous nightmare language full of non-Euclidian consonants run through a blender.

I have never once heard you use that, said Aster.

I turned while walking to give her a wide, sweet smile.

She sighed. Yeah, that tracks.

In the somewhat awkward silence which followed, I glanced over at our prisoner, not bothering to be surreptitious this time; we were obviously keeping him under close watch, but I didnt want to stare too much as he might catch on to what I was doing faster if he knew his reactions were being monitored. Aster was walking behind him, keeping his bound hands in her view at all times; Adelly was in front, currently holding the rope tied to him. Flaethwyn had also nominated herself to stride alongside the goblin with her rapier out, conveniently within stabbing range but out of his much shorter reach. Id decided to leave that alone, since she didnt seem about to launch a preemptive execution, and if she did, Aster was capable of dealing with it.

Currently, Ritlit was strolling alongside Get Fucked, chattering merrily away. He kept glancing at her sidelong over his gag; his expression, what I could see of it, vacillated between annoyed and worried. Just behind him, next to Aster, Maizo caught my eye and nodded, winking.

Good, that was proceeding according to plan. I really liked working with goblins. Maizo and Zui at the very least had picked up on what I was doing without needing to be told, and I suspected that Ritlit had as well. It was a little hard to tell as she could also just be babbling on because that was what she did.

Though his initial effort had gone awry, Yoshi did not give up. You had to admire the tenacity.

If you dont mind my asking, howd you end up working with Omuwith Lord Seiji, uh, Miss Adelly? Not to pry or anything, Im just curious. Ive found that people with Blessings always have interesting stories to tell.

She gave him another skeptical look. Mm hm. You looking to fish out the details of Lord Seijis operation, Hero?

Yoshi flushed and opened his mouth in preparation to stammer apologies, but then deliberately inhaled and steadied himself. Honestly, I was more and more impressed with the kid. In addition to getting in better shape he had clearly been doing his best to train up those social skills.

Of course I would never try to put you on the spot like that. I apologize if I gave that impression. Im just trying tobroaden my understanding, since if theres one thing Ive learned here in Kuzidnak its that Im missing a lot of context for life outside ofwhat Ive seen so far, in Dlemathlys.

Kzidnak, Zui corrected.

I took note of Yoshis companions staring at him now: Amell worriedly, Flaethwyn with seething intensity, and Pashilyn with an expression so performatively blank I could practically hear the gears turning.

Right, sorry.

Well, sure, since you asked, Adelly said, putting on a broad smile. I was in the Kings Guild and was lucky enough to get Blessed. Then my luck ran out, I couldnt keep food on the table, and I ended up as a whore. That satisfy your curiosity?

Yoshi went bright red again, but continued valiantly to control himself, till managing a polite tone. Ah, Isee. Im sorry to bring up anuncomfortable memory. This, umthis happened after you were Blessed?

Adelly narrowed her eyes in rising anger. So did I, but for a different reason. He was saying the right thingswhere we came from. But here

If thats surprising to you, then youre right. You dont understand anything about this country.

I guess thats true, he admitted.

Conversation lapsed into the sound of a couple dozen marching feet echoing off the tunnel walls around us. Awkward, but at least the Hero knew when to stop before he made it

So, Lord Seiji rescued you from that?

Aster winced; Pashilyns face tightened in a more controlled version of the same expression.

Spoken like a true Hero, Adelly replied, and abruptly her tone was mild, bland, even delivered with a faint smile. Yoshi smiled back, clearly encouraged, and I suddenly understood exactly why this was going wrong. Obviously it takes the intervention of a powerful man to right a wrong. Im afraid you would be disappointed, though, Shennimeh-san.

Shinonome, he corrected, but that was cl

Look, Im sorry, but no human being could possibly pronounce that, Adelly said, still smiling pleasantly. Now even Nazralind was staring at Yoshi through narrowed eyes. Id noticed she and Adelly seemed to be getting closer during this mission, and as always I was glad when the noblewomen with us didnt act like they were above the others, but this was starting to smell like trouble. Most of the lowborn would go exactly as hard as Adelly was right now and no harder, but aristocrats had different ingrained ideas about who they were allowed to get shirty with. And in fact, Lord Seiji doesnt usually rescue people.

Obviously, Flaethwyn sneered.

Oh, yes, he does much worse, Adelly continued, turning to give the elf a big smile over her shoulder. He tries to improve peoples situations so were able to rescue ourselves. Im sure that must be very inconvenient to you highborn.

I can see why youd feel loyalty toward him, then, Yoshi said, hastily and diplomatically. Thank you for indulging my curiosity, Adelly.

Her smile vanished, her fingers whitened around the Lightning Staff, and I realized I had seconds to salvage this.

Hey, Yoshi! Did you know a lot of Americans think the Japanese dont understand sarcasm?

That certainly seized everyones attention, even the majority who barely had any context for what I was talking about. Yoshi actually stumbled a step, turning to stare incredulously at me.

Wait, what? Youre serious? Thatsno way.

I thought sarcasm was culturally universal, Pashilyn commented.

Good girl, use those noble social skills, help me defuse this.

I am pretty sure it is, but the way its used is culturally variable, see?

Pashi, Im pretty sure hes just setting up a joke, said Yoshi.

I am painfully serious, I said, attempting to be solemn while also grinning. Ive had this conversation multiple times on English social media. People who had no idea who they were talking to would inform me that its just not part of their culture.

You got in a lot of intercontinental Twitter fights? Yoshis eyes flickered as he swiftly looked me up and down. Yeah, I could see that.

I am going to let that pass, I said, soul of magnanimity that I am, because I can tell that roasting me represents great personal growth and Im proud of you for coming out of your shell. No, what happens is theyll visit Japan and try to use American-style sarcasm. See, in America its common to use sarcastic insults to express affection or praise with people they dont feel close enough to for sincere emotional displays. So, theyll call you a troublemaker if youre good at solving problems, for example, or pretend to be disgusted when they meet a casual friend in the grocery store. Its all meant to be positive and complimentary.

Yoshis whole face scrunched up. What? Now I know youre messing with me.

Obviously, yeah, no ones going to be amused if you do that in Japan. So theyll try it, get rejected, take away the wrong lesson, and go back home with stories about how sarcasm just goes right past the Japanese.

Hang on, Yoshi said, staring up at that. I thought we couldnt get here directly with the tram?

Currently, no, Zui explained with a scowl. It wouldve been a fifteen-minute ride at the most, but the track between here and the main depot is one of those weve confirmed too damaged to use.

Stands to reason, Gazmo grunted. Doesnt seem Jadraks got forces for a full push at Sneppits base yet. Or at least, isnt willing to commit em. Out here weve seen scouts and a small strike team, thats it. Damaging the track between here and his biggest competitor denies her easy access.

Wait, Yoshi said, frowning now. Doesnt that mean Does Jadrak have a direct line from Fallencourt to here, with a working tram track? Thered be no reason for him to damage the tracks in that section, if he can use it instead

Use it how? Zui demanded. He doesnt have any tram cars. Hes got metalworkers who could probably rig one up, maybe, eventually, but not fast enough to help him right now. Especially not since hes had em on the move most of yesterday and had to abandon their heavy equipment back at his old base.

Also the trams are propelled by air currents, and it blows the other way, Maizo added.

What kind of place is this? I asked. Not another water business, I can see.

Learned to ask before committing to anything, did we? Fram said sweetly. Gazmo kicked her leg even as he answered me.

Spiketowns a farming community. Residences are built on the supported structures out there in the middle; behind the outer walls is the agriculture. This is under part of the northern khora forest, real old growth with deep roots. Those root systems run through tunnels around here, and can be tapped for edibles and alchemy reagents. Gotta be carefully managed, though, so the khora arent damaged. The parts that dont have root systems have mushroom beds and small-scale crawn farms.

Crawn farms? Adelly asked incredulously. Dont they just?

Crawns are mostly surface-dwelling, said Zui, curling her lip. They do come underground, but not in large numbers and only in winter. They like fresh air, vegetation, and human garbage. We dont get easy protein handed to us by the goddesses. What weve got, we work for.

And complain about! Maizo chirped. Dont forget that. Very important step in the process.

Zui gave him a particularly filthy look, which he pretended not to see.

This isnt a setup like Goggins, where one goblin owns the cavern and the business, Gazmo continued, sparing them nothing more than a long-suffering glance. Smaller, independent farmers and root tappers, mostly, but the communitys tight-knit. Were gonna talk to the guy who owns the Spirits cave. Hes kind of a community leader round here.

While he spoke, the Judge set off along one of the few natural ledges lining the walls. This one sloped slightly downward, terminating up ahead where a grated metal platform continued the path, affixed to the walls and ceiling with chains.

So, not a boss like Sneppit or Goggin? I asked.

Gazmo nodded. Which makes him one of my favorite kinda people to work with. Gilnik has no actual power over anybody here; they mostly do what he suggests because they respect him and he does his best to look after his neighbors.

Gilniks great, Ritlit added from behind me. Stand-up guy!

Hm. Gazmo turned to give her a look. You from around here?

Yeah, but its been years. I went off to get rich hacking up ore in the mines. And we all know how the fuck that turned out.

We were spared more of Ritlits tragic backstory, fortunately. Between the talking and all the footsteps our approach was hardly quiet; once we hit the metal walkway it became an outright racket. I wasnt the only one to step carefully and peer suspiciously at the chains holding this thing up, but though the metal vibrated under so many feet, as metal does, the entire thing held, apparently quite sturdy. The goblins might be chaotic in both organization and personal style, and they might be working with the scraps leftover from the richer civilization above, but when it came to the things they built they did not half-ass it.

Probably summoned by the noise, a goblin emerged from the doorway in the wall just ahead of us, where the path turned back into a blessedly solid-looking stone platform. He was middle-aged, to judge by the beginnings of lines on his face, but like most of the goblins wed met, it hadnt stopped him from expressing himself via hairstylethey werent all Zui, but they mostly did something; Id seen very few goblins with just the stiff black hair that was natural for them. He had a pompadour with gold highlights, which was actually kind of a contrast with his subtler choice of clothing. It was a Fflyr highborn-style coat, much like Zui and Goggin had chosen, but unlike their flashy aesthetic, he wore muted shades of gray and light brown, without embellishments.

Judge, he said, nodding. Wow, you werent kidding. This everybody?

Not in the whole campaign, Gazmo replied. Rizz is out gathering as many other Judges as she can find, and Sneppits on board with her people. Goggin, too, for whatever thats worth. This is everybody with us, though. Tall one theres the Dark Lord, and the restwell, you can make introductions if you care.

I do, but first things first. Gilnik, whom I assumed this to be, nodded again, this time to the group. Welcome, folks. Lets get everybody inside. Its, uh, its gonna be a little tight, with the tallfolk and all, but we should have room.

He stepped aside, indicating the door through which hed just come, which led into the outer cave wall.

I thought you all lived out there on theum, islands? I said.

We do, but for right now weve got everybody evacd into the farms, Gilnik explained. Those structures are vulnerable in a lot of ways. These are behind thick walls of solid rockand theyre interconnected by tunnels most outsiders wont know how to navigate. We can defend ourselves better without getting cornered. Besides, its roomier. Just, uh, please dont mess with anything you find growing in there.

Tina-chan? Yoshi asked, very softly.

Goblins moving around in there, his familiar reported, but by their movements and equipment, it sounds like hes being straight with us. That looks more like refugees settling into a shelter. Nothing Id say is an ambush risk.

I glanced at Biribo, who bobbed his head once in silent agreement.

Sorry, no offense meant, I said, turning to Gilnik. Its just

Hey, none taken, he assured me with a smile. No goblin would ever begrudge you doing your diligence before agreeing to anything. With all the shit going down in Kzidnak this week, its no time to take stupid risks.

Goblins first, Judge Gazmo ordered. And no, before any of you butts complain, Im not playing favorites. Theres a lot more head room in the entry space up front. Believe me, youll wanna be the last ones in.

They began filing inside as ordered, after a reassuring nod from me. It was a bit of a process; the door wasnt excessively narrow (though us humans and elves were going to have to duck when our turn came), but the platform outside clearly wasnt meant for a large crowd.

Gilnik led the way in, and I could hear his voice echoing from inside as he directed his guests into the available spaces. Only most of the goblins started moving; Gazmo and Fram waited with us outside, as did Maizo and Zui for whatever reason. And Get Fucked, of course, who didnt really have a choice. Adelly was still holding his leash.

The rest of the goblins were in, and Maizo just turning to follow, when we got the only inadequate warning we were going to.

EVERYBODY INSIDE! Radatina abruptly shouted.

GET DOWN! FIND COVER! Biribo yelled at the same time.

It was interesting, how the different groups reacted. The goblins did not wait a second for confirmation, all of them bolting for the dooreven Get Fucked, who actually made it through despite the rope still connecting him to Adelly outside. The rest of us tall folk had different instincts: falling into ready stances, drawing weapons, peering around for the threat.

Turned out the goblins were wiser this time. In fact, I was yanked almost off my feet as Zui seized my coat and tried to drag me bodily through the door. They werent kidding about that magical strength, she could pull like somebody easily twice her size.

The threat arrived, and we barely had a second to register what we were seeing before it was too late.

Goblins were creative problem solvers, indeed. Just as wed learned from our last encounter with Hoy and laid plans to nullify his advantages next time, our enemies had also examined our strengths and done their own planning. We had provided them a problem, and theyd found a solution. How do you counter a familiars ability to sense everything around their master?

Bring the danger from beyond the limit of their senses into lethal range before the master has time to react.

The craft that screamed out of the tunnel was a far cry from one of Sneppits well-designed trams, but a slapped-together contraption powered by a bunch of goblins turning pedals with their feet. Sparks flew and brakes screamed as soon as they passed into the cavern; they were going far too fast to fully stop, but that wasnt the point. The sudden deceleration caused the contents of the open basket affixed to its front to jolt forward, spreading out as they were hurled across half of Spiketown and against the walls above and around us.

Too fast to see clearly what they were, but we all ducked and tried to go for the door anyway, knowing this couldnt possibly be anything good. Pashilyn put up a Light Barrier over our ledge and Yoshi planted himself in front of the group with his own shield upraised.

It barely helped.

Bombs ignited as they hammered into dozens of spots all around us, and the world dissolved into fire and shrapnel.