Book Three Chapter Twenty Six: OG Companion Names

Book Three Chapter Twenty Six: OG Companion Names

Okay, the Chosen One said, as if it was every day that one of his compatriots decided to openly challenge the Devs, so do you want to think of your own name, or keep your current one?

I shall think of a name that I will choose for myself, Sexy Screamy Spider Lady said. It must be something fitting. Sensual, yet dangerous. The name of someone who walks their own path. She narrowed all her eyes as she considered the matter. Something like Svetlana.

The Chosen One choked, then tried to turn it into a cough. It wasnt very convincing.

Whats wrong with that name? The Hunter, for all her talk of not caring what others thought of her identity, looked extremely put out by the Chosen Ones reaction. It feels perfect for me.

The Chosen One looked around, still pretending to cough, and retraced their steps through the sewers.

Ah, nothing, I just need to check something, he said airily, his face lighting up as he spotted a blue Save Point floating next to the iron ladder theyd used to enter the sewers. They still needed to find the quest giver to explain that Squiggles had eaten the Golden Slime they were supposed to capture. Qube just hoped this R. Hood was more interested in stopping the Golden Slimes sewery rampage than what had actually happened to the slippery beast.

As the Chosen One flicked his hand through the Save Point, Qube wondered about his strange reaction to Sexy Screamy Spider Ladys proposed name change. While it wasnt quite as perfect for her as Sexy Screamy Spider Lady, something about it still felt right, natural, like it was made for her

Oh no. Qube risked a look at the Hunter, to see if shed figured it out, but the giant arachnid was still looking vaguely peeved as the Hero returned to them from his timeless sojourn in the Devs realm.

He ran his tongue along his teeth as he looked at the crew.

So Ive got your Dev-assigned names, he said cautiously. And they dont know whatll happen if I give them to you but then think, at this point, it wont do anything. Certainly nothing horrifying should happen, especially when I told them what youd decided as a potential name, he nodded at Sexy Screamy Spider Lady.

And what, precisely, is so unusual about my choice? Sexy Screamy Spider Lady asked in a voice as silky as a spiders web closing around a victim.

Are you sure you want to know? the Chosen One asked uncertainly. Qube slapped her palm against her forehead in a move shed seen the Hero do often enough. Definitely Bad Guy was calmly waiting for the Hero to keep going, and Sewer Bard was regarding the Chosen One with narrow eyes.

The Hunter smiled at him, fangs glistening.

Its the name the Devs gave you, he said hurriedly.

The Hunters face went blank.

I see, she said, with a surprising amount of bitterness. Her thorax inflated suddenly, and she blew out a breath. Well, I shall just have to think of a better name, then. That was only the first one to come to mind. I should have known nothing easy was ever worth the hunt.

I see, Definitely Bad Guy pulled a book out of his robe and started scanning it. Since she has shown no negative side effects to her own name, there is evidence to suggest that we shall not be harmed by being told the classifications given to us by the Devs.

I dunno that Id call your name a classification, but sure, the Chosen One said, eyeing the Mage. Well, since you said you wanted to know their name for you, it was Sebastian.

Definitely Bad Guy closed his eyes as the information sank in. He opened them again, the blue rings around his irises only making the deeper red closer to the pupils look brighter.

I feel a vague connection to it, perhaps, the Mage said. But I cannot be sure if that is merely because I expect there to be one. It is difficult to be objective.

And your name was something like Sasha? No. Sencha, the Chosen One told Sewer Bard. Sewer Bards brow cleared, and he beamed at the Hero.

Whats wrong? she asked, taking care of the more important question first.

I recognise this area, Sewer Bard said darkly. This is where I was taken by the Thieves Guild.

Now that he mentioned it, Qube could see a large wooden door in the distance that looked vaguely familiar. It was wide open, and inside she could just make out warm, orange lights flickering, a stark contrast to the cooler blue and green of the sewers.

I remember you saying that they werent your friends, Qube said, slowing her steps. Unfamiliar thoughts bounced around inside her head, clamouring to make themselves heard. They caged you for stealing in their territory. Even though theyre thieves. Why didnt they just ask you to join them? They kept trying to get us to join their group, even though none of us had stolen anything and didnt have any thief skills.

Well, except for all the shoplifting the Chosen One had tricked her into doing. And her forcefully re-acquiring the golden sword the guild had stolen from that ghost that then tricked her into owning a house.

Qube seemed to get tricked into stealing things a lot.

I suspect Sewer Bard started, then caught himself. He rubbed his mouth as he looked at Qube, then glanced around. Since Qube had slowed down and the Bard had automatically matched her pace, they were a little behind the others; even Definitely Bad Guy was ahead of them, lost in his own thoughts.

The Golden Prophecy may have a hand in it, he finished at last.

Oh Oh! Qube exclaimed. So the Golden Prophecy stopped you from agreeing to join their guild because theyre bad, and youre Good, and thats why they locked you up?

Perhaps, Sewer Bard said, watching her very closely, the Golden Prophecy is why I was caught by them in the first place. Ive never been so clumsy as I was that night, and they have certainly never displayed so much stealth since.

Qube tilted her head to the side as she pondered this.

I dont know, she said at last. For me, the Golden Prophecy has only ever encouraged or discouraged me. Its made it hard to do things, yes, but never outright changed events around me that Ive noticed.

I may be wrong, Sewer Bard said with an eloquent shrug of his shoulders. I have certainly, how shall I say, felt the hand of fate lean heavily on me from time to time, but Ive never read the Golden Prophecy, and do not know the scope of its narrative.

Wait, youve never actually read it? Qube asked, astonished, only to instantly realise that her surprise was misplaced. The village had built an entire prophecy hut just to house the scroll the Golden Prophecy was written on; it made sense that not everyone would have access to a copy of the sacred text. Shed just thought, since the Evil Emperor had known about it, everyone would somehow just instinctively know what the Golden Prophecy said.

But he was an Evil Emperor with his own prophecy; of course he would know about theirs.

Ive not had the good fortune, Sewer Bard said with a rather strange smile. Such sacred texts havent exactly been left within eyeshot of a failed thief and mediocre Bard. But I have heard it spoken of, and know its role in keeping spirits alive through the oppression of the Evil Emperor.

Oh, well, the Chosen One has the villages copy shoved in his backpack, so you can read it now if you want! Qube said cheerfully. Then the actual contents of what Sewer Bard had said filtered through, and she glared at her friend.

Youre not a mediocre Bard at all! Youre the best Bard I know! she said indignantly.

But Sewer Bard wasnt listening to her. Instead he was just staring at the Healer in disbelief.

He has the Golden Prophecy shoved into his backpack?

Yep! Qube said, cheerfully ignoring how shed felt when shed witnessed that particular act of sacrilege. And Im sure you would be an amazing thief, or even a Rogue, if you wanted to! she added loyally.

Thank you, the Bard said faintly.