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“She’s just sitting there. Why is she just sitting there?”
“Uh, I don’t know,” Fross admitted. “She looks really unhappy. Can’t she run?”
Ruda stared down at the incongruous fancy dress party, eyes narrowed in concentration. Below them, illusory guests continued to chitchat and dine, while Teal sat woodenly before her own untouched plate, wearing a desolately empty expression.
“We were chased by stuff,” Ruda murmured. “It was… So it’s about fear. There’s a sort of progression when it comes to nightmares. Do you have nightmares?”
“I don’t even sleep! I’ve read about dreams. They, uh, sound…disturbing.”
“Can be,” Ruda said, nodding. “Being chased is a common enough thing in bad dreams, but… What makes them worse is there’s usually some way you can’t react as well as you could. Can’t run fast enough, can’t hit back if it catches you… Nightmares are basically fear brought to life. This is fear brought to life.” She finally tore her gaze from the scene below to look up at Fross. “Maybe we just got out of it in time to avoid the bad part. Looking at her… I bet this thing gets into our minds. Holds us there so it can work on us.”
Fross drifted slowly lower, as she tended to do when thinking. “…then we’ll have to zoom in and back out fast.”
“Yeah.” Ruda frowned deeply, looking back down at Teal. “Except I don’t know if that’s actually an option. I mean…look at her. It’ll take time and effort to drag her out of that. If it’s in her head, she may even resist, think she belongs there.”
There was silence for a moment.
“This is bad, isn’t it,” Fross said finally.
Ruda nodded. “Yep.”
“Oh! I get it! You’re not afraid of accountants, you’re afraid of being—”
“Sorry, sorry,” the pixie said hastily, fluttering backward from Ruda’s furious expression. “I kind of have a compulsion to figure stuff out. But… Wait, actually I’m not sorry. This is an immediate tactical concern, here! We have to go down into that to get Teal. We both need to know what to expect.”
“Okay, fine,” Ruda snapped. “What should I expect, then? Why are you afraid of other pixies?”
“That’s simple enough, pixies prey on each other. It’s basically the only thing we can eat.”
Ruda stared up at her for two seconds, then shook her head. “What the fuck. First Juniper and… What is it with fairies and cannibalism? No, don’t answer that, please, I’ve got too much shit to think about already. Okay, giant cannibal pixies, that it?”
“That…I can deal with,” Fross said more quietly. “That’s not really the thing that…I mean… Well. Look.”
She dipped to the stone surface of the ledge and spun in a rapid circle, materializing something out of her aural storage. It was a glass bottle, its rim marked with runes and encircled by twine which had twists of copper wrapped around it at intervals. A small metal hook was attached to the stopper.
Ruda frowned. “Wait…that looks like…”
“A fairy bottle, yeah,” said Fross in a subdued tone. “Used by some witches to contain fairies for…various purposes.”
“Like the one that bitch in the Golden Sea stuck you in?”
“It is that one. It was in the wagon we brought back to Last Rock; I brought it to Professor Yornhaldt and had him show me the proper arcane spells to break out of these.”
“I don’t think I get it, Fross.”
The pixie chimed softly in the short, descending arpeggio Ruda had come to recognize as her sigh. “You know how everyone we meet seems to think pixies are mindless until I talk to them with complete sentences? There’s a reason for that. I’m not exactly normal. So…yeah. If what I fear the most happens down there… Long as I’m in this thing, I can’t, you know, wander off and get lost. And if it doesn’t, I can get out of it any time I need to.”
“Okay,” Ruda said slowly. “That’s… Damn, I am actually really impressed. This is some serious planning ahead, glowbell. Well done.”
“Thanks!” Fross said, bobbing in midair and emitting a more cheerful chime. “And I hate to pick at you but on the same note…”
Ruda sighed. “It’s… I’m…” She turned to look down into the hall again. “Basically? I have the same fear as Teal.”
“You’re…afraid of dinner parties?”
“Fross, the only people who are afraid of dinner parties have severe social anxiety, which is pretty much the opposite of me. Or Teal, for that matter. It’s about…being trapped. Stuck in a life that doesn’t suit you.” She shrugged, refusing to look at the pixie. “Watching this, I feel like I suddenly get Teal in a way I never did before. It’s a cage with different bars, but a cage is a cage.”
“Okay,” Fross said. “Well, that’s actually kind of troubling. If you’ve got the same basic kind of fear, stepping into Teal’s personal nightmare might be especially risky for you.”
“Yeah,” Ruda said grimly. “I really, really wish I had a better idea. Do you?”
“Right. Because leaving her in that is not an option. We don’t abandon friends.”
“Agreed. Well… Okay, I’ll need you to attach the stopper once I’m in. Then just wrap the twine around it, that should seal the spell.”
“First thing’s first,” Ruda said with a bitter ghost of a smile. “I need a way down and a way back up.”
“Oh! Right, sorry. I’ll just…”
“Make it a slide on this side, please, that’ll be faster, and we don’t want to spend a second longer in there than absolutely necessary. And…a ladder on the other side.”
“The… Why the other side? Can’t we just retreat back up here?”
Ruda shook her head. “The others are still out there. Once we get Teal out of this hall, I want to keep moving. We’re not leaving anybody, and there’s no telling how well they’re doing. They may need help.”
“Got it! Okay, gimme just a minute.”
With the grim expectation of plunging back into fear itself hovering over them, the preparations were swift; all too soon, the ice slide and ladder were in place (none of the diners seemed at all perturbed by their appearance) and Fross was safely tucked away in the bottle, which now hung at Ruda’s belt.
The pirate took a deep breath and squared her shoulders. “All right. Here we fuckin’ go.”
For the second and a half it took, the slide was actually sort of fun, aside from the sharp cold of it. Ruda landed nimbly on her feet and just as adroitly vaulted onto the table and over it, coming to rest beside her classmate. This, too, the diners ignored, including the bespectacled matron whose plate she had upended with her boot.
“Teal!” she said loudly, grabbing the bard by one of her bare shoulders. “Up and at ’em, girl. Time to go.”
Teal had to be shaken twice before she even reacted. With painful slowness, she turned her head to look up at Ruda, a faint frown of puzzlement replacing her depressed expression. “Ruda. Hi. What’re you doing here?”
“I’m getting you out,” Ruda said impatiently, glancing around. “Come on, there’s no time to—”
She jumped backward as if stung at the voice. A tweedy little man in a suit that smelled of dust bustled up to her, scowling thunderously. “And just what do you think you’re doing up here? I’m so sorry, Miss Falconer, she’s one of my clerks. I have no idea what possessed her…never mind, I’ll tend to this right away.”
Ruda grasped at her rapier’s hilt for comfort, and found it wasn’t there. She had no place on her cheap brown pantsuit to hang a sword. “Thanks so much for including me in your little horror story, Teal,” she muttered.
“You get back where you belong and back to work!” the man said imperiously, planting his hands on his hips.
“It’s okay,” Teal said somewhat listlessly, managing a thin smile. “Ruda’s an old friend. It’s nice to catch up.”
“I’m sorry, I really need to get back to…” Ruda broke off, frowning; there was an insistent chiming coming from her hip. She shook her head. “No. This isn’t real. Come on, Teal, get it together! We’re in the Crawl, we’re in some kind of mind trap, and we need to go!”
“Go?” Teal smiled up at her again, and it was such an achingly bitter expression that Ruda’s heart contracted painfully in sympathy. “Nonsense, this is the social event of the season. I am absolutely required to attend.”
“Come on,” Ruda said urgently, shifting to place Teal’s chair between herself and the man, who was still glaring furiously at her. “Vadrieny has to be miserable at this thing. We need to find the others.”
“Vadrieny? Oh, that’s long over with. The Church separated us. I’m alone now.” Teal’s smile flickered once, then collapsed into blank emptiness.
Ruda closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating on Fross’s furious chiming. Bless that little pixie and her stubbornness. “If you won’t do this for yourself, think about Shaeine. She could be in the same kind of trouble.”
“Sh…a… No.” Teal slumped in her seat, staring down at her plate. A single tear fell onto it. “All that’s over with. Not appropriate at all. I’m engaged now, to a…to…” She trailed off, staring desolately into space.
“Goddammit, woman, we don’t have fucking time for this!” Ruda shouted, seizing her by both shoulders and shaking her violently. “I know you’ve got a spine in there somewhere! Snap out of it, you spoony bard!”
“That is enough!” the little man bellowed. “You are one more indiscretion from being out on the street without references, Punaji! If you wish you remain gainfully employed, you will be back at your desk five minutes ago!”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Jones,” she said immediately, releasing the unresponsive Teal and cringing. “I don’t know what came over me…”
“I don’t want to hear your excuses, just go!”
Ruda glanced around. “I…that…do you hear something? Like a bell?”
“Are you mad as well as insubordinate, girl? I am going to count to ten, and if you are not out of my sight when I finish, you are fired! One!”
Ruda looked frantically around. The diners, her furious boss, the despondent Falconer heiress… Everything felt wrong. This wasn’t right.
Her instincts were telling her to do one thing, her brain another. She always followed her brain; instinct lied.
Except instincts never screamed at her like this; the brain never had so little to say. She made a decision, and let instinct take over.
“Fi—what are you doing? Put down that knife immediately!”
The diner from whose hand Ruda had snatched the steak knife let it go without even looking up. Ruda, barely conscious of what she was doing, raised the blade and stabbed Teal in the throat.
Teal gagged, shock suffusing her features. Scarlet blood fountained onto her plate, onto the lacy white tablecloth, staining her diamonds.
Ruda let go of the knife, staggering backward, stunned. “What did I…”
She shrieked, staggering to the ground and covering her head with her hands as an eruption of fire occurred right in front of her. In the next instant, a hand had seized the back of her coat, and suddenly she was being pulled. Her feet left the ground, and for the next moments Ruda was tossed about so violently she couldn’t even begin to get her bearings.
Then, with much greater gentleness, she was being set down. Ruda staggered, then grabbed at her sword. It was there. So was Fross’s bottle, hanging at the other hip.
The pressure on the back of her neck eased up, massive claws releasing her collar. She turned, letting out a sigh of relief.
“That was risky,” Vadrieny said sharply. “What were you thinking? If she physically had been separated from me, you’d have killed her.”
“I wasn’t thinking,” Ruda said frankly. “I don’t even know what I was doing, much less why the fuck it worked. But it did. Are we out of there?”
The twine crackled sharply as it snapped in multiple places, releasing the bottle, whose stopper immediately popped off, shooting away to the side. Fross zipped out and rose to hover at her normal spot just above eye level.
“We are! Look!”
Behind them was the hall, filled with mist. In fact, all around them were halls. They stood in a broad octagonal chamber, each side opening onto another wide hallway. Every one of them was shrouded in fog.
“A pattern emerges,” Ruda muttered. “Well! You got us out of the dangerous area, then. Nice work, Vadrieny.”
“I only did the flying,” the demon said somewhat grudgingly. “We’d still be there if not for your rescue.”
“Are you okay?” Ruda asked carefully. “I wasn’t sure you were there… What did you see? No, never mind, that’s not my business.”
Vadrieny averted her burning eyes, glaring at the hall from which they had come. “I… Couldn’t help her. She couldn’t hear me. I was trapped in there. Watching, but basically alone. Powerless.”
“Well, that’s actually kind of elegant,” Ruda said, scowling. “One personal hell to fit both of you at once. I fucking hate this place.”
“So, the others are in these halls, then?” Fross drifted over to the one they’d just escaped, then back. “Okay, that one’s cleared… And the one to the right, there, we came out of that one. Next counter-clockwise on the list?”
“Right,” said Ruda, nodding, then hesitated. “…right. Let’s, uh…catch our breath first, okay? I don’t wanna leave the others too long, but… But…”
“Yeah,” Fross said quietly.
Vadrieny sighed heavily—even that was musical in her voice—and withdrew back into her host without another word. For a moment, Teal stared at her classmates, wide-eyed and visibly shaken.
Then, abruptly, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Ruda in a rib-cracking hug.
Ruda stiffened momentarily, then found herself hugging back.
“So,” Gabriel said with a casualness that sounded forced even to him, “how well do you get along with your roommate?”
Triss shot him an annoyed look. “What’s with this? Have you ever known me to want to just chitchat about my feelings?”
“No,” he said immediately and in total honesty. “Right now I don’t even know what I know. I’m just…trying to get my bearings.” When she didn’t answer after a long moment he sighed and dragged a hand over his hair, having holstered his cheaper wand in order to reach his enchanting supplies if needed. “Nevermind, probably a stupid idea. I don’t mean to pry.”
“Always wanted a sister,” Triss mused thoughtfully. Gabriel clammed up and watched her sidelong as they meandered down the foggy hallway. All appeared to be quiet, still. “Ruda… Yeah, we’re close.” She glanced at him. “I guess you don’t remember, but I spent the winter break in Puna Dara with her.”
“I thought Puna Dara was too far away to get there and back over break?”
She frowned. “By Rail? It takes all of two hours, including stops.”
“There’s not a Rail line to oh gods why am I arguing about what’s in an alternate universe? Ignore me, I’m shutting up now.”
Triss grinned, a rakish expression so totally unlike what he was used to seeing on her face that it left him slightly queasy. “Yeah, well, I can’t say her parents liked me. Punaji and Eserites, you know how it is. Don’t you?”
“Let’s assume I do and move on.”
“Heh, fair enough.” She shrugged. “Ruda… She’s got this issue where she always has to be the alpha female. It was annoying at first, but hell, I learned to roll with it quickly enough. Suits me pretty well, in fact; I do better when I’m not the center of attention.” She produced a silver coin from somewhere, probably inside a sleeve, and rolled it across the back of her knuckles. “People who’re watching you are more likely to notice when you cut their purse strings. My mom wanted me to follow in her dainty little footsteps, but that’s parents for you. I just don’t have the patience to properly manipulate people. Give me daggers and a clear shot from behind, know what I mean? Yeah, me and Ruda… Two pieces of a puzzle.” She smiled again, this expression more gentle. “Of course, you will not tell anyone I was waxing emotive down here. This is strictly because your mental landscape is full of holes. I hope she’s okay.”
“This is so fucking disturbing,” he whispered.
“No kidding,” Triss said, coming to a halt. Only then did he notice that the hall had changed around them. It was an abrupt shift, this time, and apparently retroactive; quite suddenly everything was different, even the stretch of hall behind them. Different, and familiar.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he groaned. “This again? Why are we back here?”
“Are we back?” Triss mused, turning to look around at the Tiraan street in which they now stood. “I mean, is this your hallway again, or did it change mine to look like this?”
“Fuck if I know,” Gabriel growled. “Why is it so determined to torment me?”
“Well, you’ve just got one of those faces. I’ve noticed it too.”
He gave her a bitter look. “Thanks, that’s super helpful.”
“I aim to please,” she replied, grinning.
They paused momentarily, studying their surroundings, before Gabriel heaved a sigh. “Well, as you said. Nowhere to go but forward.”
“Mm.” Triss didn’t start moving. “You get the feeling this is leading toward something?”
“Yes,” he said grimly, “and it is only through the supreme exertion of my will that I am not pissing myself in anticipation.”
“Yeah, well, after what happened to…” He glanced at her and grimaced. “Let’s just say there’s a pattern here. If you fail to be cowed by the lesser terrors, the Crawl will drop something even nastier on you. In hindsight, maybe I’d have been better off if I’d just fallen to pieces when it leaned on me in the first place.”
“Enough of that kind of talk,” she said. “C’mon, I’m sharp and you’re sturdy. We’ll get through this. Wanna hold my hand?”
“…I think that would unsettle me even more.”
She laughed, but started walking, and he fell quickly into step beside her.
“Tiraas isn’t really my beat,” she said after a few minutes of tense silence. “Do you recognize this street?”
“No,” he said, shaking his head. “I don’t think it’s a street. I mean, not a real street. I couldn’t swear to that, but the way it’s… Vague, yet specific. Know what I mean?”
“Gabriel, I think you’ll find that babbling errant nonsense is a perfect way to ensure that of course I don’t fucking know what you mean!”
“Right.” He rubbed a hand through his hair again. “Right. Well… It feels like Tiraas. Very profoundly; I have an irrational but extremely compelling sense that this is a street in Tiraas. So do you, apparently, or you wouldn’t have said so. But I don’t recognize any landmarks, which means… Well, it suggests that the feeling is something the Crawl’s putting in my head.”
“I hate that,” she muttered, jamming her hands in her coat pockets. “Things messing with my mind. I can work my way around just about anything, but… Things that alter the way I’m me are just wrong.”
“Yeah,” he said, giving her a long, wary look.
“I almost wish we could get on with it an encounter whatever horror… Why are we stopping?”
Gabriel was staring ahead, at a place far enough from them to be just barely visible through the mist, and on the opposite sidewalk from the one they were on. “…I know that place.”
“Oh,” she said. “Well, good. Or…bad? Care to venture a theory?”
He stared at the house, frowning deeply. It didn’t look remarkable in comparison to the other fake edifices lining the illusory street. A nice place, certainly, but it blended in well with this apparently generic line-up of nice places.
“I think…” Gabriel trailed off, then shook his head. “Am I late?”
“What?” Triss frowned at him. “Late for what? Hey!”
He moved off ahead without her. “Crap, she hates it when I’m late. I should’ve checked the clock before leaving…”
“Gabriel!” Triss snapped, increasingly concerned. “What’s gotten into—hey, snap out of it! This is the Crawl, it gets inside your head, remember?”
He roughly shook her off when she tried to grab his arm, which looked extremely odd as he didn’t seem to notice he was doing it, or even that she was there. Triss swore under her breath and kicked him hard in the rump. He staggered forward, but quickly regained his balance and continued making a beeline for the house. There was nothing for her to do but trail along in his wake.
The door opened before they reached it, and Triss muttered another curse. Standing in the portal, smiling benignly, was the pretty, curvy, dark-haired girl from before.
“Gabriel!” she cooed. “I was about to start worrying.”
“Sorry to make you wait, lovely,” he said, strolling forward with a slight but distinct swagger in his step now.
“Oh, this is just priceless,” Triss groaned.
“You’re not late yet,” Madeleine said with a smile, extending her hand. Gabriel took it, bowing gallantly and placing a chaste kiss on her knuckles. Behind him, Triss gagged violently. Neither of them appeared to notice her. “That was what had me worried, my darling. Had you been late, I’d have had no choice but to be upset with you. Today of all days, I wanted to avoid that!”
“Then we’re in luck!” he said, grinning, and sweeping her into a hug.
“Gabriel!” she protested, giggling and struggling unconvincingly. “Not out here! The neighbors!”
“No one’s watching, pet,” he said, planting a kiss on her lips.
“Oh, that’s nice,” said Triss, folding her arms. “That makes me what? Grandma’s breakfast?”
“Ah, ah, ah!” Gently but more firmly, Madeleine extracted herself and eased back into the doorway. “Plenty of time for that later, darling. Please, come on in. I have something extra special planned for today.”
“The anticipation is killing me,” he said, following her. Triss could tell even from behind him that he was grinning insufferably.
“Am I right in concluding that you two can’t see or hear me?” she called. Neither answered, nor did they react when she darted forward to seize the door as he tried to shut it behind him. “Then let me just inform you, Mr. Boyparts, that skull-sized tits are not an asset on a girl. She’s gonna have lower back pain something fierce, and they’ll be hanging around her knees by the time she’s thirty.”
The two young lovers had vanished into the house. Standing in the doorway and craning her neck, Triss could tell that this wasn’t just another flat facade lining the walls of the corridor: there was an actual living space in there, expensively but tastefully furnished.
She grimaced, glancing longingly over her shoulder at the misty hall outside. Already Madeleine and Gabriel had passed through the foyer and were about to get out of sight round a corner. Muttering another curse, this time in elvish, she followed, slamming the door for emphasis.
They didn’t notice that, either.
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Pacing’s a little awkward in this book. This could have been longer, but I’m trying to ballpark where to break up the action so as to divide what follows into chapter-sized segments. It’s an area where the webserial format puts me at a disadvantage; in a conventional book I could just write it all out and pace it out however it seems to flow best after it’s all done. As is, I guess I won’t find out till after the fact how well it’s all divided up.
Anyhow! My inability to catch a break continues. Apparently the towing company that rescued me when my car cooked itself double-charged me for it. This is a big deal; it had to be towed a good fifteen miles, given where it conked out, and that is not cheap. Gonna call them first thing tomorrow and straighten that out. Plus I’ll be reimbursed for the actual towing charge, too, but I have no idea how long those two things will take, and in the meantime, the two charges have basically wiped me out. All my money is in the hands of other people, in essence. I’m okay for food for the week, but I’m concerned about affording gas to get my rented wheels to work and back.
On the other hand, it looks like I’ll be getting my car back at the end of this week. I’ll miss driving the borrowed Saab–that is a nice little car–but it’ll be satisfying to be back in my own. It’s a rickety old rattletrap, but it’s mine.
The saga continues.
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“That’s simple enough, pixies prey on each other.” – comma splice. Two complete sentences should not be joined with a comma. Use a period, semicolon, or sometimes a colon. In this case, I think the latter.
As darkest fears go, Ruda’s and Teal’s seem remarkably tame. I can understand Teal, since she’s mostly lived a life of peace and luxury and self-actualization has always been her biggest struggle. Ruda, on the other hand, has seen death and violence up close (she killed a man at the age of six or so), and it’s strange to me that a tweed jacket would be scarier to her than, say, the brutally murdered bodies of her parents. Then again, Gabe has suggested that the Crawl starts off soft, so perhaps we would have gotten to that if she’d held out.
It’s also interesting that Vadrieny’s nightmare had Teal unable to hear her; I would have thought a deliberate betrayal would be much more devastating.
That little detail about the Rail line to Puna Dara… Did alt-Prin have that much of an effect? Or did that other universe have other, preexisting differences that were what caused Prin to keep Triss in the first place? Or is it just a butterfly effect thing?
And finally, I liked Triss’s reaction to Gabe and Madeleine’s relationship. She’s probably been avoiding her universe’s Shaeine and Teal for a while now. 😛
The thing about Ruda and the tweed isn’t the suit itself – it’s what it represents. Like she said in chapter, it’s the loss of freedom inherent in being trapped in that kind of life. And like you said, she’s used to the idea of death. Any time her parents went pirating (assuming that the King and Queen of the Punaji still get to do that (not that anything could stop them)) There was the possibility of them not making it back. By now she’s accustomed to that and while it would hurt like hell, it isn’t something that she fears.
Losing her freedom and becoming as much of a stick in the mud as RealTriss, though? That’d be as scary as facing down a horde of centaurs while clad in only a bikini for her.
I got what the tweed represented; loss of freedom just seemed like less of a big deal to me than the immediate physical dangers that Ruda and her family face on a regular basis. That could be my personal bias, though, and I’ll take her being used to it as an explanation, though.
The other problem is that Ruda as an accountant just seems kind of… silly. Teal’s fear could absolutely happen if her parents put their foot down or she just caves to societal pressure, but I can’t think of any reasonable series of events that might lead Ruda to abandon her duties and hobbies in favour of something she hates.
I think she’d much prefer death-in-a-bikini vs slow strangulation by red tape. -_-
Maybe she has a natural aptitude for it? If memory serves she’s been getting the best grades of the bunch so far, and she’s definitely come across more and more as one of the cleverest of the crew. I agree the series of events leading to that happening would be very… odd, but it could just be the worst thing that she could imagine turning her intelligence to.
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The “Previous Chapter” link from 6-19 leads to 6-20.
No matter how subtle the dungeon, a knife to the throat will serious ruin its style.
(paraphrase of a quote from a fantasy series I am having serious trouble remembering right now)
I think the characters have it wrong – this dungeon isn’t about fear. For one thing, to have something that the prime personality fears, the prime personality must still exist. If it can change people to make them more fearful in general, and that was actually the point, then the first step would be to change the person. Instead, it seems to resort to that as a secondary measure. I think the primary point was brought up by Razzavinax three chapters ago:
The characters, original personalities or not, are suffering due to the changes. When the original doesn’t give into it, the dungeon changes them. This is straight out of the Scyllith playbook, as spoken by Razzavinax. That should make Vadrieny partially resistant to it – doesn’t she draw power from the same source? So, my best current guess is that someone messed with the downward portal and redirected it. The question is who – the demons on level 2 would have to know this would piss of Arachne, so they would have to be seriously rewarded, badly overpowered, or tricked by a master of deception. Considering the nature of the portal and the nature of the trap, the responsible parties are likely powerful warlocks. It would be easy to point at the drow staying at the Grim Visage, but there’s an unfired Checkov’s gun: the two students who were taught all of warlock lore by Elilial. In any case, right now there is insufficient evidence, but the readers are missing some big clue as to what is going on and the characters even more so.
On a different note, how does the current setup make Trissiny miserable? Teammate trapped by evil magics doesn’t seem personal enough to do the trick. On the other hand, boy she secretly liked trapped in a relationship with a girl she hated everything about would be just about right. 😉
Don’t mind me, just shipping a little. But really, nothing would make her “half-demons are people too” campaign more blatant than if she had a half-demon boyfriend. (Not serious here, just getting a laugh out of imagining it.)
The magic users couldn’t detect any magic, infernal or otherwise, which is what led the characters to conclude this whole thing was the Crawl’s doing in the first place. And the Crawl definitely doesn’t only want them to suffer; if it did, it could easily just chain them all down and flay them alive.
It’s possible some infernal magic user is manipulating the Crawl itself (remember the centaurs on the Golden Sea) which might make them harder to detect. If so, the freshmen had better step up their game; I’m not sure how you’d fight an enemy like that.
I’m loving the way this part is playing out now. AltTriss is great, and the interesting thing is that if RealTriss remembers any of this when she gets back, this might actually /really/ help in how she handles Gabe. Heck, the little dinghy SS Trissiel might even get a little bit of an upgrade depending on how much of an impact this has on their relationship.
Ruda’s deep, dark fear is a revelation in progress.
Ruda doens’t fear the accountant as much as becoming one. We’ve already seen something like that among the Eserites. The best of them rise in the ranks to become gloryfied accountants. Which is exactly why Principia pulled off that con. The difference between Principia and Ruda is, that the latter has been groomed from her early childhood to be a leader and a ruler. Unlike Principia, she is actually very much bound by duty and obligation towards her parents and her nation. Part of which will require her to attend to the boring details of successfully running a nation: accounting, balancing the books and so forth.
I like it. 🙂
I’m wondering if Trissiny turned back to Paladin mode once back on the street. There has been no mention of her missing gear, and the way she talks is still kinda off, so I’m guessing not. Still the Locke half.
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