The instant the warrior placed my helt over his head, he was gone, leaving only the suit of full plate that made up my body. He was the fourth adventurer I’d eaten. I stood still for a few monts and savored his essence. I’d been lucky this ti; this had been his first quest, and the group he was with didn’t know him yet. I lifted his sword and shield with the sa practiced ease he would’ve and went to join his companions farther into the dungeon. I didn’t have to go far before encountering a lightly armored dwarf balancing a large hamr carefully on his shoulder.
"Hey lad, looks like a perfect fit," he said.
I searched the mories of my most recent victim. Stone in the River Bed was this one’s na, Stone for short. I gave a thumbs-up. I’d be able to mimic my al’s voice, but not his diction or manner. It was best to avoid talking to keep up the ruse.
"I still don’t understand why you couldn’t wait until we were leaving this forsaken hole to put it on."
I shrugged. I didn’t understand either, but all three previous adventurers had imdiately donned after I was found. They’d been understandably excited to find armor so fine as , but it seed an unnecessary risk to put on in the middle of a dungeon. My theory was that my master had placed so sort of glamour upon that drove them to do it.
"Well, let’s rejoin the others."
I nodded and followed him through the dusty halls, my steel feet clanging on the stone floors.
I could’ve led the way myself, of course. This was my ho, after all, but that wouldn’t suit my master’s ga. For now, I had to keep up the façade. As I walked with my faux compatriot, I took note of the lifeless forms of my fellow residents. We passed ten slaughtered goblins, a horribly mutated bear, several large spiders, and a blind cave drake. The drake was new, I noted. My master was always innovating fresh ways to tornt adventurers—his favorite form of recreation. I was the crux of that amusent, sothing I might be proud of…if I were capable of such things.
We crossed into another section of the dungeon and into a large hall. Sconces lit with blue fla lined the walls and illuminated stains of dried blood. A large, muscular woman sat against a wall sharpening a nacing-looking axe while across from her sat another woman, as petite as the other was powerful, wearing a simple white dress that had sohow avoided the myriad potential stains that lurked around them. She was mumbling softly to herself. She would be the biggest risk, both to and my master. The holy ones were always trouble.
"You done getting all dressed up for the ball?" asked the large woman.
Hrig was her na, according to my last al. I surprised myself by risking a bow and holding out a hand toward her.
"And would you care to dance?" I asked.
She laughed and took my hand, using it to stand.
"Let's head for the ballroom." She gestured down the hall with her massive axe as if it weighed nothing and tilted her head toward our still mumbling companion. "Coming? Or does your god need you to babble incoherently for a bit longer?"
The other woman stood slowly and sighed.
"You know that prayer is important to my spells, Hrig."
She gave a once over. "The armor suits you, Sevald. May it protect you in the coming fights."
I tensed montarily under her gaze, but sensed no attempt to look beneath my surface. She was the trusting type. That suited fine.
"Thank you, Kyren." I gave a slight nod.
"I’ll lead the way this ti," said Stone, taking his place in front of us. "I’m tired of being left behind by your overly long legs and lack of consideration for an old dwarf’s constitution."
Hrig shrugged and gestured for him to lead the way. I fell in line behind him, with Kyren behind and Hrig taking up the rear.
After a few winding paths through dimly lit halls, we ca to the trapped hallway. Of course, only I knew that’s what it was. Stone’s foot struck the pressure plate. I waited for the inevitable thud of the arrows into him, but it didn’t co. Instead, the crash of armor hitting the ground resounded as I tackled him and the whistle of arrows rang just over my head. Cursing sounded underneath , and I slowly picked myself back up.
"Yer damned heavy, Sevald. Why the hell did you do that?" asked Stone.
I pointed at the wall to our left. All ten arrows lay in a shattered pile where they’d hit the stone wall.
"Oh, well… thanks. Ye’ve the keen senses of a dwarf." He gave a firm pat on my pauldron.
I felt sothing warm swell in my cuirass as he did so.
Why had I done that? I wasn’t ant to interfere with the traps. I’d watched two won and a man be felled by that trap before and had felt nothing. Sothing was wrong. I’d have to report it to my master after this group was finished.
"We should’ve expected traps. With everything else we’ve encountered, it was foolish not to," said Kyren.
"Eh, I say we just push forward and don’t worry about it. It was just a few arrows." Hrig flexed as she spoke, as if to say her trendous biceps made her arrow-proof.
"No, the sorceress is right. I’ll handle it." The dwarf began muttering under his breath in ancient dwarven. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they’d changed from blue to slate grey, sclera and all. He looked around the room, into and beyond the walls with his stone sense.
I was familiar with the ability. My second al had been a dwarf who also possessed it.
"There are four more traps in the room. Follow close behind and tread carefully. I think I can guide us all through here."
We fell back into formation and followed him. We avoided the pitfall, the pendulum axes, and what my master referred to as the “razzle dazzler,” a flathrower hidden in a wall. I hardly noticed, too focused on determining why I’d saved Stone. Perhaps it was a directive that had been placed into without knowing? Master often spoke of his growing boredom; perhaps having more adventurers make it through to the end was a way to increase his pleasure?
The dwarf held up his hand for us to stop. "Everyone quiet down. That’s the end of the traps, but there's sothing in the room up ahead. Sothing big."
I raised my shield in preparation and readied my sword. The troll was next. I kicked open the door to the dark room and charged.
"Wait, you idio—!"
I ran inside with a roar, doing my best to draw the troll's attention. I succeeded, and after a mont of surprise, he knocked across the room with an almost casual swing of his massive club.
I slumped against the wall, feigning unconsciousness. This was part of the routine, of course—I rushed in and was struck down, only to miraculously recover after the fight ended and my short-term allies had been softened up.
Stone charged, rolling between the troll’s legs at the last mont. Before the troll could turn around, Hrig was in front of him, and he narrowly avoided having his guts exposed by her axe. Already off-balance, he was knocked to his knees by a swift hamr strike to the back of his legs. He swung his club in a wide arc to buy space, but just as he started rising to his feet, chains of light sprang from beneath him and brought him back down to the ground, where they bound his hands and feet. Kyren had entered the room, her eyes ablaze with light, her dark hair a sharp contrast with the halo of white that surrounded her.
Another strike from Stone’s hamr caused the troll to let out an animal cry. Hrig closed on him, her axe held high, but she’d made a fatal mistake—she’d forgotten his teeth. Before she could bring down her axe, he stretched out his neck and wrapped his teeth around her waist, biting hard. She dropped her axe. A loud and terrible crunch followed, but she didn’t scream; instead, she started striking the troll's head with her bare fists even as she coughed up blood.
I was on my feet and across the room before I knew what was happening. I dropped my shield and leapt the last six feet, taking my sword in both hands and bringing it down on the troll's neck, severing it in a spray of viscera. I realized after a few monts that I’d been yelling. I felt a fire deep in my breastplate, a kind of internal heat I hadn’t felt before.
I moved toward Hrig and pulled the troll's jaws from her.
"You’re a great dance partner, Sevald. You just need to work on those first few steps," she said as she spat blood from her mouth.
Kyren ran to her, muttering under her breath. The light had not yet left her, and it began to flow over Hrig, stitching her wounds and sealing her innards back into her stomach. By the ti she was done, the glow that had surrounded her had faded completely.
As Hrig’s wounds healed, I felt yet another new sensation, almost as if I were a clenched fist that was easing its grasp. I searched for an explanation from my previous als. Relief? Where was that coming from?
"Thank you, Kyren," said Hrig, wiping blood from her mouth.
"You're welco, but be careful. I can seal your wounds, but you lost a lot of blood. You’ll likely feel a bit weak."
Hrig responded by launching herself back to her feet and picking up her massive axe with a single hand before giving it a few test swings.
"Eh, I didn’t need that extra blood anyway."
Kyren sighed, Stone chuckled, and I stood there enjoying what my als told was a sense of camaraderie.
* * *
As we descended down to the final room of the dungeon, I continued to reckon with the new sensations overtaking . It felt as if heavy stones were rattling around inside , clanging against my hollow interior. Dread, according to the essences I’d absorbed. This was always my master's favorite part, the conclusion of his grand design.
The room was high-ceilinged, held up by six thick stone pillars. The walls were covered in rich tapestries and lit by a massive chandelier. At the far end of the room sat my master on his throne, draped across it with one foot hanging playfully off one of the arm rests. His right hand held a golden chalice from which he took a generous sip as we entered the room. He smiled at us, but it didn’t reach his eyes.
"I see you made it to my inner sanctum." He swirled the wine in his cup. "I’m impressed."
The party was close enough to make him out at this point. He appeared as a young handso man wearing red silk embroidered with gold thread and covered with jewels.
Instead of responding, we fanned out, readying ourselves for a charge. He wouldn’t like that; he always preferred to banter. I’d try so myself, but he wouldn’t really consider that satisfying. It would be like a child speaking to their toy.
"Nothing to say? Not, 'stop killing villagers?' Or, 'we’re here to end your reign of terror?' Co now, I’ve been terrorizing this area for years. I’m sure you could co up with sothing!"
"Oi, I’ve got sothing," muttered Stone, hamr held nacingly in his hands.
The lord smiled and nodded for him to continue.
"This!" He charged the throne, raising his hamr to strike.
The lord sighed but didn’t move. The hamr fell, cracking the throne, but my master was no longer in it; he now stood behind Stone, facing the rest of the party, wine chalice still in hand, not a drop spilled. He drained it, crushed it with his bare hand, and threw it aside.
"Fine, we’ll skip to the part where I kill you."
Hrig threw herself at him, her axe high in the air, but he raised his hand, and she was thrown by a wall of force. Stone was back on him, sweeping at his knees with his hamr, but he lost his footing as the tiles beneath his feet rose in pillars underneath him, launching him into the air.
Next was my turn. I followed the usual pattern he’d made practice. Downward strike, left, right, shield bash—he moved the bare minimum necessary to avoid each strike, yawning as he did so to emphasize his overwhelming power. Finally, he gave a wink as he lightly struck my chestplate with an open palm, and I launched myself backward dramatically.
As I clattered across the floor, an enormous ray of light engulfed the lord, and I was montarily blinded, despite my lack of eyes. Holy light would do that. When it cleared, the lord was standing, visibly singed. His expression changed from amused to annoyed. Kyren was also standing, surrounded by the light that accompanied her spells, and preparing another one with rapid mutterings under her breath.
He began to move toward her nacingly, but before he could close the distance, both Stone and Hrig attacked him simultaneously. This ti, he wasn’t prepared, and both strikes were true. He stood there for a mont, unmoved by either blow, but bleeding from a tiny cut where the axe had hit.
"That’s enough!" he yelled, and force-propelled his attackers backward. He raised a hand, and the floor beneath Kyren shifted and enclosed around her. He made the sa gesture, and both Hrig and Stone were similarly trapped. Now, it was show ti.
I stood up and charged my master with a primal yell. He smiled calmly, enjoying the pageantry. Just before I brought my sword down, he raised his hand, and I stopped, seemingly frozen by a spell, but truthfully, stopping out of routine.
"You cannot defeat , warrior. I’m too powerful."
He clenched his hand in a fist, and I brought my hands to my side as if I were enclosed by an invisible force. I pretended to struggle for a mont before sucking in my armor to give the appearance that I was being crushed. He opened his hand, and I fell to my knees.
"Do you wish to live?"
I stayed there, unmoving, pretending that I had been winded by the force of his spell. He liked this part to be particularly dramatic.
"Yes... I do."
He smiled widely. "I shall let you live… on one condition."
"Anything," I said quietly, but loudly enough for my fellow adventurers to hear.
"Kill your companions."
I pretended to be startled and looked over my shoulder at my allies. Hrig and Stone were furious, but Kyren’s face was calm.
"Do it," she said, and that actually did surprise . My master's face told it surprised him, too. "He’ll kill us all anyway. There’s no sha in saving yourself."
In all of the tis I'd done this, this hadn’t happened. This was new.
"She’s right. Do what you need to do." Hrig’s expression had changed from angry to sad. "I already owe you my life for earlier."
"As do I, lad. Do what ya need to," said Stone.
I felt in that mont another new feeling building in my empty suit. I looked up at my master. His mouth hung open. He’d never had things go this far off-script. He lived to savor the terror and misery in adventurers' eyes as soone they thought they knew betrayed them and killed them one by one. He enjoyed it so much, he’d created to ensure it would play out that way every single ti.
Unfortunately for him, this change of script would be the second biggest surprise of his day. I raised my sword and drove it hard and fast straight into the small cut he’d received from Hrig’s axe. I felt his legs give out as I lifted him above my helt and let the sword slide up through his chest. The look on his face was one of surprise and fear, two expressions it was completely unused to. I threw him off my sword and watched his body roll across the floor, leaving a trail of blood behind it.
The spell holding my companions was released by my master’s death, and before I knew it, Hrig had swept up in an embrace. I dropped my sword and shield as she twirled before putting back on the ground, though not quite letting go. Stone gave a firm pat on the pauldron, and Kyren gave my left gauntlet a gentle touch and my helt a warm smile.
"Now that was spectacular!" said Hrig, smiling ear to ear.
"Y’know, lad, I had my doubts about you when you joined us for this, but you’ve done a great job addressing them," said Stone as he went over to begin looting my forr master’s corpse.
"Agreed. You seed a bit brash and unsure when we t you, but we couldn’t have done this without you. You were a real asset," said Kyren.
"Uh, thank you. I… I’m surprised I wound up being so useful," I said.
Hrig looked at each of her companions. "So, shall we have him join us for the next one?"
Stone and Kyren smiled before speaking simultaneously.
"Aye," said Stone with a smile.
"Absolutely," agreed Kyren.
Hrig looked back at .
"So, what do you say? Want to join us for another one, Sevald?"
I stood silently for a mont and looked over at my master, whose jeweled tunic was already more lightly jeweled than before. I took a mont to try and process what had happened and all the new sensations and feelings I was experiencing.
"Yes… I would like that very much."
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