4.42 - Bilgrob

4.42 - Bilgrob

There was a strange sense of comfort that came from the mad scramble. While it was a time of danger, Theo enjoyed watching the army assemble themselves in the harbor. They were an army now. If the adventurers wanted to call themselves something else, that was fine. But as they arrayed in their practiced formations, they looked like an army to the alchemist. He made his way to the harbor, checking in with Aarok and Luras at their command post to get an update.

All this for a single ship? Theo asked, letting out a disappointed sigh. See, if my guns were operational, we could just sink it.

From his perch on the wall, Theo could see the approaching boat clearly. Even calling it a boat was generous. Logs were lashed together with strips of leather, a single man standing aboard and rowing. The figure was massive. At least twice as tall as a Half-Ogre, holding similar enough characteristics for the alchemist to figure it out. A lone Ogre rowed a raft for thousands of miles.

Slagrot is far, right? Theo asked. Did this guy row that dinky raft all the way from Slagrot? Am I missing something?

Aarok grunted. Best to be careful. Right?

Yeah, I guess. Lets see how he gets up the canal.

Sarisa left with Tresk to join the stealther unit of the army. They ranged down the canal, heading off to gather intelligence on the approaching Ogre. Since it was a day meant for relaxation, Theo withdrew a chair from his inventory and sat down. Reports flooded in through the administration screen as he worked on his book. Compared to Basic Drogramath Alchemya book that hed long-since abandonedhis approach was practical. Instead of hiding information in poems about dead Drogramathi warriors, he presented all the information in readable Qavelli.

Rowan, do you know if theres something like a printing press we can buy? Theo asked, knowing that the man was always lurking nearby.

Something to make books? Yeah.

Keep an eye out for one. I need to make at least one copy for Salire when Im finished.

Aarok cleared his throat. The Ogre approaches. Want to talk to him, or should I just drop a large stone on his head?

Hes a fast one, huh? Theo asked, standing to look over the wall. The Ogre was waving up at them, a stupid expression on his tusked face. The alchemist cleared his throat, shouting, so his voice carried. Hello there! Who the hell are you?

An emissary! From Slagrot, come to parlay with the leader of the lost tribe!

Hes talking about you, Luras chuckled, digging his elbow into Theos ribs.

I never got the hang of itdoes anyone know what level he is?

50.

Theo could only shrug. The Ogre below bobbed in the turgid canal, only held where he was by the upgrade effect from the harbor. The alchemist turned to Aarok. Your call.

Open the gate! Aarok shouted, looking down at the Ogre below. Well meet you in the harbor.

That seemed to satisfy those gathered. While Aarok assembled his army in a defensive formation in the harbor, the approaching Ogre didnt care. He paddled his way through the wide span of water, wrapping a leather rope around a piling. When he dismounted the raft, the dock flexed under his weight. Theo moved in for closer inspection, descending the battlements and joining the crowds on the dock. The Ogre was massive, as expected. His skin was a far darker shade than the Half-Ogres of the town, close to the edge of dark red-brown than ocher. He wore robes of puke-green that did nothing to hide his massive gut.

You must be the leader! The Ogre shouted, gesturing at Luras. I can feel the power of Baelthar flowing through you.

Luras shuffled awkwardly on the deck, gesturing to Theo.

Youre led by a Demon? Oh, thats what my Patron meant the Ogre trailed off, approaching Theo with reverent steps. He knelt at the alchemists feet, bowing his head. Even on his knees, the Ogre was as tall as him. The Ogre Empire sends its regards, mighty Demon. My patron has urged me to make introductions for our two peoples. To reunite our lost tribe.

Theo cleared his throat. Uh Rise, Mister Whats your name?

Bilgrob, the Ogre said, rising to his full height. Worshiper of Spit.

Huh. Spit, eh? Alright. Rowan, could you please fetch us beer and bring it to my garden.

Rowan bowed.

Several kegs, if you dont mind, Bilgrob said. Rowan nodded, then vanished.

Come with me, Bilgrob. Ill be honest. I dont know if I have a chair large enough for you.

Im content sitting on the floor, mister Well, I didnt get your name, did I?

Theo. Archduke of the Southlands Alliance.

Oh, and a mighty alliance it must be.

Bilgrob seemed interested in gawking at everything as they passed by. Whatever thoughts stirred in that massive head of his were kept there, only coming out as interested hums. True to his word, the Ogre sat on the ground as Rowan produced several kegs of Rivers and Daub mead.

I brought my own cup, Bilgrob said, holding out a barrel with a handle.

Certainly, Rowan said, emptying an entire cask of mead into the mug. Ill be near.

As will two others, apparently, Bilgrob said with a chuckle. With a wave of his hand, the garden shook with magical power. Sarisa and Tresk were revealed lurking in the bushes. They shared an awkward look, then removed themselves from the tangle of growth.

Theo nodded, sipping on his mead. Where do we start? You said you worshiped Spit?

My Lord Spit, yes. Ogre Patron of Curing Things Most of the Time.

Thats a mouthful. Why exactly did he send you here?

My patron wants to bring the Ogre Empire close to its lost children, including those in Broken Tusk. He sent me here as a peace offering. To cure your sick and mend your wounded, but It appears the lost tribe has a powerful alchemist amongst them. Interesting.

I had assumed you were coming to establish trade relations. Does Spit want you to help with the tide of undead?

Damn, I dont think youre paranoid enough! There could be ghosts anywhere. Undead rolling up the hills in a blinkwed never know!

Im having trouble here. Even with the connection I cant tell if youre joking.

Oh, Im as serious as a heart attack. Just the thought of those boney bastards at Gronro gives me the creeps. We gotta purge them all, Theo. They gotta die.

Not sure if you can kill an undead. Theyre already dead, right?

You know what I mean.

Were already doing everything we can to develop the adventurers in town. Ill be happy as long as the rail gun works.

Nah, we gotta think bigger. Like We gotta think about making an undead nuke.

Not sure about that one. I have a few ideas for anti-undead weapons, but a nuke isnt one.

Bah. No fun. Why not?

That was hard to explain in a few words. Theo thought about it as they walked around. The effect of bombs didnt normally compound. The best he could do was make an improvised bomb Maybe dunk it in a barrel of [Hallow Ground Essence]? The alchemist wasnt confident that the mechanics would work out on that one. It would make more sense just to bomb all the undead back to the hells.

Thinking on that

You didnt answer the question! Tresk shouted, stomping her foot.

You can read my mind.

Yeah, but its rude.

Theo explained why an anti-undead nuke might not work. He wasnt confident either way, but Tresk was happy with any explanations.

So, people often say hells. But we dont have hell, do we? Not the way we had it back on Earth.

Your mistake is equating this place to the old place, my dude. Its just a way of saying things.

They moved off to hang out at Zizs quarry for a while. The masons were resting and planning for their next move. They were a group in town that seemed like their own country. While they interacted with everyone, and were true Broken Tuskers, their level of organization and drive was unending. The Half-Ogres were happy to chat, and even happier to make fun of Theo for taking a day off. As always, they offered beer.

Its impolite not to accept, Theo. Tresk had already chugged down several mugs. Nothing wrong with a little day drinking.

Theo popped [Mana Pills] as he walked around the quarry, warding whatever he could find. He stooped low, inspecting the plants that grew there. Nothing alchemically valuable seemed to grow in the northern hills, aside from stray [Stone Flowers] and [Roc Berry] bushes. One plan he had from long ago had never come to fruition, and it was mildly disappointing. With so much godly power in the air, making plants grow faster, he expected that power to change the local reagents. Alex joined him near a bush, poking at it with her bill.

I feel your disappointment.

No I mean, yes. Im moderately disappointed. Theo took the [Stone Flower] in his hands, watching it crumble. The uncultivated version wasnt of much use. But you cant hold it over yourself when something doesnt work. Youre going to fail in life. But the more you fail, the better you get.

Alright, dad.

Oh, youre sassy today.

Alex honked. Im close to getting my nature affinity. So close.

Shadows swirled behind Theo. He didnt turn to regard Sarisa when she came out from the shadow of a pile of stone. Im organizing a garden party tonight.

Oh? Theo turned, regarding his assistant. Whats the occasion?

Bilgrobs arrival. I just wanted to know who to invite.

The normal people Make sure to invite Salire, though. I dont want her to think Im neglecting her.

Not to be rude, sir

I dont have eyes for her, Theo said, shaking his head. Well, maybe I do. But not in that way, it would be weird. Like a teacher getting with a student, you know?

Im not sure I do.

From the start, Salire just wanted to learn alchemy. When she couldnt she settled for the shopkeeper position. Now, she might get a core. Im the teacher, shes the student. Theres trust in that, Sarisa. Trust I dont want to break.

Also youre leashed to an angry lizard.

Theo looked over at his angry lizard, who was downing another mug of beer with the Half-Ogres. There were a lot of Marshlings in town, but that one was his. When he first heard about the life-partner bond, he was told it would leave him devoid of romance in his life. He had pushed it out of his mind, but those were rumors. Things that Throk said in the early days of his arrival in Broken Tusk. The system message he saw when he took the bond didnt mention that at all.

Im wondering how much of what people understand about the Tarahek is true. I dont think it places restrictions on romantic interest.

Sarisa scoffed, looking down at herself. She looked all around, as though searching for other examples of romantic partners. Surely not. Id be running through every house in town if I was the Archduchess. If you know what I mean.

Im afraid I know exactly what you mean.

Theo reached for the familiar silver chain at his neck. Something that hadnt hung there since he was on Earth. No matter how much he practiced away that motion, it never faded. He wouldnt trade his bond with Tresk for anything. She was a powerful ally. But that hole in his heart still throbbed occasionally. Jagged edges that would never be smoothed clean by time seemed to prickle in his chest. Made worse by the idea that maybe she had survived. Against all odds, maybe she made it to this world.

The alchemist almost stumbled forward. Powerful arms wrapped themselves around him. The unmistakable smell of the swamp and onions. Slightly wet skin pressed against his cheek. Not everything ends like in the stories, Theo, Tresk said. Not every love is the same.

Theo rose to his feet, bringing Tresk with him. She dangled from his neck, unwilling to let go. He placed his hand over hers and nodded. I suppose we have a garden party to attend.