3.27 In Which the Dark Lord Tries Diplomacy

3.27 In Which the Dark Lord Tries Diplomacy

Pashilyn was quick-witted under pressure and this time it cost her, though it probably saved the rest of our lives. She got that Light Barrier up above us at an angle, sloping down toward the front of the platform; the rocks and masonry that landed on it immediately rolled forward instead of just applying all their force straight down onto it. Which was the only reason that worked at all. She lasted about a second and a half under those impacts before letting out a strangled shriek and collapsing to the ground, the glowing shield winking out of existence along with her consciousness.

Most of the rocks missed us; Yoshi bellowed a desperate Force Wave! and saved us from the worst of the rest. Aster took a glancing hit that nearly pitched her off the platform and Amell went down with a blood-chilling scream of agony, her lower half pinned under debris.

Amell! Yoshi shouted, turning toward her. The abrupt motion caused a spiked iron ball to whiz past his head instead of taking it off.

Fuck, those goblins still werent dealt with. Their hanging contraption had managed to come to a halt while we were busy surviving the avalanche, and now was even backing up as they reversed their pedaling. Behind us Amell was screaming and weeping simultaneously, and there was nothing we could do for her because we had eight goblins now taking aim with slingshots even as they backpedaled.

Force Wave!

Slimeshot!

Yoshi and I, with all our power, only managed to turn their ambush into a temporary stalemate; the range was too great. His Force Wave only caused the thingumajig to rock violently, disrupting their aim and forcing them to hold on. I nailed them with several successive slimes, whichwasnt much more effective. Slimeshot launched with enough power to literally take a mans head off at minimum range, but slimes were the least suitable projectile imaginable, losing velocity fast as they flewat that distance I was basically waging a sticky pillow fight.

Then one of the goblins toppled out of his seat with a hoarse scream, an arrow sprouting from his chest.

Nazralind calmly nocked, drew, and let fly, taking out another. Adelly was beside her, Lightning Staff abandoned on the ground as she raised her crossbow.

All four of us kept it up, Yoshi and I only growing more useless as the rapidly-diminishing goblins pedaled frantically away, but our archers took care of them. Naz was by far the better shot, but Adelly managed to hit at least one. Crossbowsat least the ones we usedwere more suited for stopping power than long-distance accuracy, unless in the hands of a savant like

the blank expression of shock in Kastrins face as she jerked to the side like a broken doll with an arrow in her temple

I drew in air in a frantic gasp, staggering backward from the flash of memory. Fucking hell, I did not need that right now. The real world rushed back in, and it was filled with screams and the all-too-familiar smell of blood.

Help me! Zui barked. I turned to find her having planted herself against the chunk of stone crushing Amells legs and straining against it. Her shorter height gave her better leverage than any of us wouldve had, unless Yoshi, bring that rock over here, plant it right by the boulder! Aster, we need that big-ass sword! Wedge the tip inyes, there, good. Now work that rock inSeiji, hold it steady. The rest of you butts, heave!

A hairdresser (and executive assistant) she might be, but not for nothing did Zui work for an engineering company; shed formed a plan in a single glance and started directing us to execute it. Asters indestructible sword made the perfect lever. Yoshi shoved a chunk of stone in place as a fulcrum, and he and I both dropped to wedge our feet against it to stop it sliding back as they tried to work. Aster, Flaethwyn, Nazralind, and Adelly all threw their weight onto the swords upper end, straining against the sheer mass.

Blood was already squelching under out boots in a spreading puddle; as the huge chunk of stone finally topped off Amell, more gushed out. Her legs were completely

Yoshi slumped forward, barely managing to press his hands over his mouth in time to suppress his retching.

Heal! It was instinct at this point; Id seen as bad and worse and Id learned long ago to cast the spell before I could get a proper view of the injury or it would haunt my nightmares forever.

Amell sat bolt upright, inhaling a deep, desperate gasp as if shed just been underwater. Jerking her knees up, she grabbed at them frantically with both hands, kicking and stretching legs that a second ago had been little but flattened meat.

It took her five more seconds to trust that she was whole again, and then she toppled over onto her side into her own blood, sobbing hysterically.

Pashilyn! I blurted out her name as my Healer instincts kicked in and I remembered the last person whod been injured. She was slumped against the wallpraise whatever gods might be watching over us, no rocks had fallen on her. Heal!

That wont help, but she should be okay, Radatina said. Taking an impact to Light Barrier like that applied the hit directly to her own stamina. Its strain, not injury. She needs a few minutes to recover herself.

Here. Adelly held up Amells reinforced potion kit, which thankfully had also avoided being flattened. She knelt next to the weeping alchemist, speaking softly. I know, honey, youve been through hell, but we need you. Pashilyn needs you. Can you sit up? Show me what bottle to use and Ill take care of it

Anyone else injured? We missing anybody? I demanded, spinning about to look.

Ah, excuse me. Flaethwyn spoke in such an uncharacteristically soft, diffident tone it took me a second to realize who was talking. She held up her left hand, which was absolutely gushing blood from a gash across the palm. I mustvewhen we leaned on the sword

Heal!

The elf exhaled in relief, flexing her fingers. Ah My thanks, Lord Seiji.

I finished taking stock. Most of the goblins had escaped; Gazmo, Fram, and Maizo were all peeking out of the doorway, while Zui had retreated against the wall to check on Get Fucked, who hadnt been able to do anything but hunker down there. I was sure Id seen him get in through the door; he mustve been dragged back out when Adelly reacted to the crisis, even though shed subsequently dropped her end of the rope.

I reached him in one long stride. You okay?

The gagged goblin stared up at me through eyes shocked open wide, seemingly uncomprehending.

Are you hurt? Wait, why am I asking? Heal.

Get Fucked twitched in surprise at the sensation, blinking rapidly.

Omura.

Yoshis tone told me our bad day was just beginning.

I turned to look at him, then followed his stare to the other side of the cavern. One of the exterior entrances was almost directly across from us and slightly above, and by happenstance our perspective from this position cut between the structures of the stalagmite village to give us a perfect view. A whole squad of goblins was coming through, and even at this distance I recognized the figure in the lead by his livid green coat with tacky golden embellishments. Hoy had acquired a new polearm, but hadnt replaced his hat.

Oh, you little fucker, I whispered. All right, time for round two.

I tried to step forward and was impeded by Yoshi putting out a hand to grab my arm.

Omura, wait. We cant finish him here.

We what?

Look around.

It took me a second, Ill admit, but then the realization snapped into place. This cavern was basically egg-shaped; there were no corners, anywhere. The sloping floor was a forest of stalagmites and Spiketown itself atop them was a maze of platforms and bridges, but whether it was goblin-made structures or natural rock growths, the obstructions were all obstacles to be dodged around, not something we could reliably pin someone against.

Shit, youre right. The plan wont work if theres nowhere to corner him. Okay, what if I thought as rapidly as I could, watching Hoy and his squad approach. Oddly, they did not seem to be in a hurry, sauntering across the bridges in an almost insouciant manner. We can goad him into one of those buildings, or one of the structures carved into the walls. Dude is ninety centimeters of unmanaged rage issues, a couple good taunts and hed chase us into an open furnace.

Traitors deserve nothing but death! Hoy snapped, his fragile temper clearly starting to unravel again.

Oh, we agree there, I said smoothly. Considering you turned on them first. You got quite a lot of your people killed before they were pushed so hard they had to fight back.

Feel free to run your mouth, fuckstain, he snarled. Nobodys gonna believe you. So whats it gonna be, boys? You got the stones for round two, or you just wanna stand there and talk, like a couple of sniveling crawns?

You were supposed to be leading those goblins to freedom, Yoshi snapped, baring his own teeth in rising anger. You promised them a better life if they fought for it, and then you threw them away like garbage! What is wrong with you? How can anyone be like this?!

Hoys face lengthened into a deeply ironic expression. He looked Yoshi up and down once, then turned to me, raising an eyebrow.

I shrugged. Just cos its a little naive doesnt mean hes wrong. Youre a piece of shit, Hoy. I really hope Jadrak isnt as cavalier with peoples lives as you are, or this whole uprising is gonna end up being worse for goblins than a century of Fflyr oppression. But hey, youve made your feelings about talk plenty clear. If you want at the Spirit, try getting through us. Maybe itll be less embarrassing for you than last time. Not that thats setting a high bar.

I was expecting another outburst of his escalating temper, but suddenly Hoy got a crafty, knowing look on his face, and I began to worry. This guy was not crafty or knowing, not to mention hilariously bad at masking his true feelings; if he thought he had some advantage we didnt know about, then one or the other of us had just made an immensely stupid mistake and would pay dearly for it.

Oh, I could, dont you doubt it, he said, smirking now. But why bother? There are other Spirits in Kzidnak. Lets see, you two losers came here from that smug twat Sneppits place, didnt you? And the people I sent to lock down Digger never reported back, so I assume you slaughtered them. Then the next Spirit on your path from here would be Mister Flats. How bout it, boys, wanna have a race? Bet I can beat you there. Although.

His shark-like grin widened to truly alarming proportions and I gripped my rapier tighter, instinctively readying myself for all of this to go south.

Theres something I bet even your familiars didnt know: corrupting Spirits isnt the only source of Void spells.

I snorted. Yeah, obviously. But you and Jadrak only have two souls to sell, between you. With your little anti-magic zone and his giving out Blessings of Magic, youve blown your entire wad.

Oh, youd think that, wouldnt you? Hoys expression was now of pure, manic glee; behind him, his buddies looked a lot less happy about the direction this conversation was taking, though so far none of them appeared about to turn on him. And sure, for normal Void witches, youd be right. But theres something youre not considering: Jadrak is a King. As far as a devils contracts go, the souls of his followers are his to sell. That situation just plain doesnt come up all that often, I bet even your familiars have never seen it before. In all of world history, thereve almost never been actual rulers commanding the Void. Maybe Ill just forget about Spirits, and go straight back to Fallencourt, where there are hundreds of goblins loyal to Jadrak dug in and ready to fight. Its not like they could stand up to a Dark Lord and a Heroif theyre doomed to sacrifice themselves for the cause anyway, then the cause might as well get something out of it other than funeral expenses.Just think of all the goodies he could get for that many souls. Wouldnt even have to use them all. In fact, yeah. Ill just leave the King to his work and take on the Spirits myself. Keep your asses nice and busy so he can do what he needs to and finish this.

For a moment, I couldnt find anything to say in response to that. Neither could Yoshi, apparently. Neither could the goblins behind Hoy, all of whom looked increasingly alarmed. Clearly they hadnt been informed of this ahead of time.

In the immediate term, that meant we were winning this; Hoy was the kind of asshole who couldnt take a step or open his mouth without alienating people and so far every encounter wed had with him did more harm to the loyalty of Jadraks followers than it did to our counter-rebellion. Here he was, at it again. We could chalk this up as a successunless he was telling the truth.

And, come on, what were the odds of that?

Bullshit, I finally said, projecting more confidence than I felt.

Oh, sure, youre right, he said merrily. Im probably lying. Im a piece of shit, after all! You boys should definitely go after the Spirit. Yeah, now that I think of it, Jadrak doesnt need my say-so to turn those goblins into an arsenal of Void spells that could flatten fucking Godspire. So lets you and me race for the Spirits while he settles this once and for all. Whaddaya say, boys, gimme a sporting head start?

Force Wave!

All of us jumped in surprise; neither Hoy nor Yoshi had cast that spell. I didnt see who had, or at what, and the confusion lasted until the wave impacted the ceiling directly above Spiketowns central platform, pulverizing a bunch of stalactites which immediately plummeted down on Hoys party as so much incredibly heavy shrapnel.

Flicker!

No, of course taking him out wouldnt be that easy. It sure wiped out his party, though; I heard a couple of strangled screams as the entire metal platform was crushed under the falling stone, tearing free of its moorings and plummeting down to the cavern floor below.

Only then did I spot the caster: on the flat roof of a nearby goblin house stood Zui and Get Fucked, the latter untied, ungagged, and with his hand still outstretched in casting position. Clearly I was right to count on herand my gambit with the goblin sorcerer had gone exactly the way I expected. Now I just needed to arrange for Hoy to voice his thoughts in front of the rest of Jadraks people and wed have this whole thing wrapped up by dinner.

Unless Jadrak turned them all into Void spells first. Whichsurely he couldnt actually do that. Surely not.

Yoshi clapped a hand to his forehead. Force Wave at the ceiling. Why didnt I think of that?!

Hoy had Flickered to the next platform over; I could still probably launch a Slimeshot at him from here, not that there was any point. At least, he was still close enough to call back at us.

Nice chattin with you, suckers! See you roundunless you decide to stop Jadrak instead of me. Better make up your mind quick, fuckboys. Tick tock. Flicker!

He departed in a series of casts, Flickering from one landing point to the next until he was back at the tunnel through which hed come in.

He was lying, right? I turned to stare up at Get Fucked, who was glaring intently downnot at me, but at Biribo, his voice heavily tinged with desperation. He cantVoid witches cant actually do that, right? Sacrifice other people?

I did not at all like the silence which ensued, in which Biribo and Radatina turned to stare at each other.

Huh, Biribo said after that deeply ominous pause. Itsa stretch, but Boss, I think they may have found a loophole.

What the fuck do you mean they found a loophole? I snarled. I know you dont mean that Jadrak can actually sacrifice his followers souls to the devil for more Void magic! Because obviously that would have been the first thing you warned me about when we found out the Goblin King is a Void witch. Right, Biribo?

The thing is, soul magic is, um Well, this just doesnt come up that often, Radatina hedged. The sacrifice of a soul has to be voluntary. There are conditions in which someone else can sacrifice your soul, but Thats just not the kind of relationship a ruler has with his followers. We are talking about complete trust, absolute submission, an outright willingness to die for them and accept any possible fate. On a deep, emotional level, beyond rhetoric and politics. The ruler of a large empire might find a hundred people across his entire domain with that kind of fanatical loyalty. Maybe more if they were extremely religious.

Thats, uh, thats normal conditions, though, Biribo added. I didnt think of it because this has never lined up this way before, but What were in the middle of here is a revolution, led by a cult of personality. He definitely cant sacrifice every goblin in Kzidnak, but at this one very brief moment in history, at the apex of the fighting and before things start to settle down or drag on too much There are probably hundreds of goblins down here who would give up their very souls for Jadraks cause, at least right now. So, uh, yeah. Thatsa possible loophole.

No. Yoshi shook his head rapidly. No, thats notthat doesnt make sense. If Jadrak could do that, he wouldve just done it to begin with. Right? I doesnt make sense to hold it back for now.

Right. Up on the roof, Get Fucked was staring with abject, horrified misery into empty space, dry-washing his hands. Right, he He was lying to us all. He lied from the beginning. Played us for suckers. Soso he wouldve done that first. That means he cant do it.

Right, yeah, Yoshi agreed, nodding now. And anyway, if he could do it, Hoy wouldnt warn us about it. Hes obviously just trying to distract us from protecting the Spirits.

I cleared my throat awkwardly, and the looks everyone turned on me were full of grim anticipation.

Jadraks first plan was to ally with me, I said. Making himself the Dark Lords lieutenant wouldve been just about the only way his little uprising could even theoretically succeed against the Fflyr. I might even have fallen for it, if he hadnt revealed what a piece of shit he was by having his goons murder the goblins I was already friendly with to get them out of the way. He went from expecting to work with the Dark Lord, to having to fight the Dark Lord To having to fight the Dark Lord and the Hero, to having his unstoppable Void witch accomplice beaten back in a fight and organized resistance entrenched on the fringes of Kzidnak Every success weve had has just been pushing him farther into a corner. If he just wasnt desperate enough for those extreme measures beforethat could be changing.

Get Fucked slumped down to his knees, cradling his face in his hands. Zui gently patted his back.

Yoshi inhaled deeply. Radatina In theory, if he could do this, what kind of Void power could Jadrak get if he successfully fed hundreds of goblin souls to his devil?

His familiar didnt answer immediately, which was as bad a sign as Id ever seen.

Thatsno Void witch has ever pulled off something like that, Radatina finally said reluctantly. I can hardly imagine the kind of monster he could become with that kind of power. It would at least rival the most successful Dark Lords at the absolute apex of their strength. Right nowtheres no force on Ephemera that could stop him.