Chapter 2.30: Horrible Demon Dog Cave

Chapter 2.30: Horrible Demon Dog Cave

Theo left the distilled essences for the day. He intended to make good on that promise to himself, but he couldnt sit idle. Instead of dashing around the lab, trying to get as much done in the time he had left, he moved at a leisurely pace. The scent of the fermenting [Swamp Onions] filled the lab, stinging his eyes. Even the open window did little to wash the smell out of the air, leaving it hanging there like a miasma. The distillation of that mash was even worse. The moment the condenser dripped the first drops of essence, tears formed in the corners of the alchemists eyes.

Were almost done clearing the dungeon, Tresk said. Were finding some weird monsters. Dogs that walk upright. Theyve got tentacles, too.

Thats disgusting, Theo said.

While he waited, Theo inspected his mayors screen to assess the cost of owning the southern hills. Currently, Broken Tusk expanded 200 paces south of Pergs tannery. A single expansion to the south wasnt enough, bringing the incorporated part of town just shy of the mines location. The mine sat on his map now, an unlabeled red pin nestled among the hills. Expanding it by one section cost him 5 gold, then the next cost 8 gold. He swallowed hard as he agreed to the menus request, watching as his funds dwindled. 8 gold, 67 silver, and 52 copper left.

The ground rocked under his feet as the expansion took place. Theo regretted not sending out a message before he did that. Townspeople were likely freaking out, assuming another monster wave was on the way. The alchemist navigated the new, confusing screen to find a section for town announcements. It took a while of digging, but he knew it was there. Aaroks announcement earlier was proof of that. The Half-Ogre had access to a simplified version of the mayors screen, including a fancy tactical map.

[Theo]: I just expanded the town. Were not under attack.

Theo frowned as soon as he sent it, shaking his head. At least he didnt say dont panic.

Should I panic? Tresk asked.

No, I just expanded the town. Did you read the message?

Yeah, I read it. Some of it. As long as were not under attack.

Theo pressed his hand against the hot flask collecting the modifier essence.

[Aerosolize]

[Essence Modifier]

Rare

Created by: Belgar

Grade: Great Quality

15 units (liquid)

When the glass this potion is contained within shatters, a cloud of gas will emerge. The potions effect will be greatly diminished, based on the size of the cloud, applying that effect to all targets within the cloud.

He wasnt sure if this would work, but it was better than nothing. The description said it diminished the effects of a potion, which might be the key. If the plant he experimented on received too much [Lesser Potion of Growth], it could have monsterized. This was all theorization, though. There was only one sure way to know for sure.

Theo transferred the growth potion into a more fragile vial before adding the [Aerosolize] modifier to a [Lesser Potion of Growth], watching a thick cloud of yellow gas emerge from the vial, then get sucked back in. The potion took on that putrid hue, but the smell diminished. That did little for the stench that had seeped into the pores of the wood, and the fabric of the alchemists clothes. He spent some time sprinkling [Cleansing Scrub] around the lab and himself, scouring the smell away to leave a pleasant berry scent. He inspected the modified potion before heading outside.

[Lesser Potion of Growth]

[Aerosolize]

[Potion] [Modified Potion]

Uncommon

Created by: Belgar

Grade: Great Quality

Drink to grow 1.25 your current size. May age the imbiber of the potion by an unknown quantity of time.

Effect (modified):

Break this vial to apply a diminished [Growth] effect over an area. Area and strength depend on potion quality and rank.

The sun fell in the west, casting long shadows across the town. Theo had two experiments to run before the day was done. The first was to apply only part of an unmodified [Lesser Potion of Growth] to his plant, something his instincts said wouldnt work. For a potion to take effect, most of the contents needed to be imbibed. That needed more experimentation, but it was a task for another time. The second experiment hed run today was simple. Throw the modified growth potion at his healthy [Spiny Swamp Thistle] and observe the reaction.

The expected result of using part of a [Lesser Potion of Growth] was failure. The expected result from his aerosolized potion was unknown.

Theo approached his lone plant, crouching nearby but preparing to run. With his increased [Dexterity], he wasnt sure if he wouldnt fall on his face. While he felt more nimble, it wouldnt be enough if the monster could free itself from the ground. The alchemist leveled the vial of [Lesser Potion of Growth] and let a single drop fall on the spiny leaves of the [Spiny Swamp Thistle]. Nothing happened, as expected. He poured half the contents of the vial, exactly 1 unit, onto the plant to no effect. Before proceeding with the next phase, he inspected the vial. The contents swirled for a moment, turning a sludge-brown color and thickening.

[Inert Potion]

[Junk]

Common

Created by: Belgar

This potion has been measured incorrectly. It is now useless.

Thats one mystery solved, Theo said.

With a tangential theory confirmed, he moved on to the main experiment. The alchemist took the modified [Lesser Potion of Growth] in hand and stepped back, judging the distance he could throw accurately. He furrowed his brow, picking up a stone from the gravel yard and throwing it as hard as he could. It tumbled through the air, falling ten paces away. Theo adjusted his distance from the plant, getting uncomfortably close and hoisting the potion. In one, jerky motion, the potion missed by a large margin.

Well, dang, Theo said, watching the potion hit a full pace from its target.

The distance didnt matter, though. Theo watched as the vial shattered, green smoke billowing from the point of impact. It rolled over the ground like a creeping fog, enveloping the [Spiny Swamp Thistle] and the gravel yard itself. A thought crossed through the alchemists mind at that point. The gravel yard had been a place where he disposed of countless failed experiments. Until fire licked at the soles of his shoes, he hadnt considered the possibility of a reaction. Without his new [Dexterity], his scramble across the yard would have ended in disaster.

Is that fire? Tresk asked.

Oh, wow, Theo said. I didnt see that coming.

What?

Theo explained the screen he saw, continuing to talk about the implications, so, instead of 1 unit, it produces 4 units. If I cultivate these to be better, theyll produce even more at a higher quality.

So, you need a garden, Aarok said. Mind if I make a suggestion?

Sure.

Get your miners to clear this area before you send them off to mine, Aarok said. You got the farmers so busy, I doubt theyll have labor to spare.

A task for another day, Theo said, placing the [Spiny Swamp Thistle Root] in his inventory. Tresk should be done soon. Should we get some food?

She is done, Tresks voice came from behind. Theo spun on the spot, his heart skipping a beat as she appeared from his shadow.

Youre going to give me a heart attack, one day, Theo said, clutching his chest.

Tresk extended her arms, opening and closing her hands repeatedly. Forehead.

Theo leaned down, pressing his forehead against hers. They got 10% of their Tarahek level from that one forehead press. Normally it ranged from 1% to 5% daily, but they were working together a lot. That action of cooperation sent it skyrocketing more than anything else, and the alchemist needed to find more ways to instigate the bonus.

You should have dinner at the guildhall, Aarok said. Xam cooks for us almost every night.

Doesnt she have a tavern to run? Theo asked.

Aarok simply shrugged. I got my hands on some salt, and actual vegetables.

Yes, were going, Tresk said, nodding.

I still havent made salt, Theo said, following Aaroks path around the Newt and Demon.

He hadnt honestly tried to create salt yet. So many things kept coming up that he couldnt split his concentration on, leaving him focused on very few things. The separation of base elements in raw ingredients was a way off for him. He knew that. The alchemist would need a way to alchemically break matter down. It was a far-off dream.

What do you expect? Its been so busy, Tresk said, walking close to her Tarahek. Oh! We named the cave.

You and the other adventurers? Theo asked.

Yeah. Horrible Demon Dog Cave, Tresk said, smiling.

I dont think so, Theo said.

You killed them, right? Aarok asked. Why not Dead Dog Cave.

Thats much better, Theo said.

Fine, but its under protest, Tresk said.

Theo opened his menu as they walked, stumbling a few times as the screen obscured his vision. He named the pin Dead Dog Cave. By the time they arrived at the Adventurers Guild, he was starting to get hungry. The scent of something cooking within didnt help matters. It wafted on the air, something different than he was used to. The scent of savory meat was there, but other enticing smells lingered with them. When the door swung open, he saw Xam working something that looked like a massive wok.

What is she making? Theo asked, trying to get a look at the mix of meat and vegetables.

Meaty veggie things, Tresk said.

As Theo approached the Half-Ogre woman, he saw it was something like stir-fry. Shed jumbled vegetables and meat together with some sauce and was flicking the wok furiously, rolling the contents over themselves. The alchemist bit back a comment to Xam, a thought about her horrid cooking until now. The food she was making her looked delicious, unlike her unappetizing perpetual stew.

Theo thought of something more constructive to say. Have you thought about getting a cooking core?

It was just an assumption that such a core existed, but it was logical.

Well, if you want to fund it Ill be more than happy, Xam said.

As if summoned, either by the words of commerce or the pleasant smell of the food, Fenian entered the building. Every time the man appeared with a new hat, Theo couldnt help but think of the lead Karatan in his driving team. Galflower had a taste for hats, apparently.

I see everyone has smelled this wonderful dish. How do you do it, Xam? Fenian asked.

With care, Xam said, a slight blush spreading across her cheeks. She turned the fire down, scooping out a bowl for Fenian to have first.

You have any cooking cores she could have? Tresk asked, pushing her way to the front of the vague line that was forming.

Oh, my, Fenian said, placing his hand on his chest. You dont have any cooking cores? And youve managed to create such a wonderful dish. No, we cant have that.

The Elf trader withdrew a core from his inventory, handing it over freely. Theo didnt get a good look at it, but he knew it wasnt worth much. While the gesture was appreciated, Fenian wouldnt lose much money on that one. There were a slew of common cores that went for almost nothing, only costing a few silver. All the same, Xams face lit up.

Why hasnt she bought the core before? Theo asked.

Shes too proud, Tresk said. Even with her tavern doing alright, funds are still tight for her.

Well, that sucks, Theo said, feeling a pang of guilt for having another blind spot.

The alchemist managed to shake the feeling off and grab a bowl of the food. It was much like all the food made in Broken Tusk. The Half-Ogres and Marshlings alike enjoyed simplicity in their cooking. Theo couldnt place the vegetables, but there were three distinct flavors, even when all the textures blended together. It was savory, if not a little too salty. The highlight of the meal was the meat, as it always was. It was cooked to perfection, almost melting in his mouth as he ate.

As Tresk and Theo made their way back to the Newt and Demon, they reflected on how relaxing of an evening it had been. They were both exhausted, but it was worth it. Progress came easily lately, but there were many roadblocks in their way. Sleep was stolen from the alchemist as he lay in bed, though. While Tresks snores filled the room, he peeked under his covers at the early warning crystal. It glowed brightly in the dark. A slow, yellow pulse.