Heavy.
That was the only thought I could muster for the first few seconds after I regained consciousness. I was face down on the ground, a ss of blurry lights filling my vision from the runes beneath . I tried to pick myself up, but my limbs only twitched.
My body felt like it weighed as much as an elephant, which may have been an accurate guess. My Strength allowed to lift about half of an elephant. So, given my current inability to lift myself, there was a good chance my body weight was sowhere in the upper four figures.
Alright, I could probably lift half of a small elephant. Really, it depended on the species. Half of an Asian elephant that had spent the last six months on a strict diet, sure. Half of an African bush elephant, probably not.
Let’s call it one-third of a standard, species-agnostic elephant.
While I didn’t know the precise fraction of any given type of elephant I could lift, I did know that I wasn’t Paralyzed. There was no Paralyzed notification or dulling numbness. I could feel my muscles flex and struggle, painfully aware of every bone, muscle, and organ struggling to keep from settling into a very ssy pancake shape.
I started running down my self-evaluation checklist. My health was 386, which was… alarmingly low. My HP wasn’t actively dropping, though, which–
My ribs creaked and my health dropped by one.
My regen ticked, bringing my health back up by one.
…
My HP was remaining stable, which I was glad to see.
Stamina and mana were in good enough shape. I still had 5 minutes left on my immunity to mind shenanigans, so I hadn’t been unconscious for long. Potentially only a handful of seconds. That had still been enough ti for Hysteria and their goons to lock down inside the weave they’d been trying to ensnare with.
I didn’t have any debuffs that were sticking, just the constant march of ntal attacks being resisted. All my limbs felt like they were still attached, and I was still wearing my gear. All of that was good.
My eyeballs felt like they were going to drip out of my skull, my head pounded as my heart fought to maintain blood flow, and my diaphragm could barely expand to allow air into my lungs. Each breath felt like sucking down a nest of angry wasps, given the hole in my trachea, and my struggle to move also alerted that my manhood had not been spared the 40 tis multiplier to body weight. All of that was less good.
Fortunately, my undies provided heroic levels of support–to protect against unexpected g-forces, among other things. Otherwise, my junk would be getting crushed against my armor. Soone had also yanked the arrow out of my neck. Small blessings.
My vision was less than stellar, possibly because my peepers were deforming, but I could make out five people standing nearby, each illuminated by their own spotlight. The details were fuzzy, but my Soul-Sight was unaffected. I could get a better read on their relative power than I’d been able to while they hid in the dark.
They were a full party of Level 20s. Three of their number had nothing but Gold Delves under their belts, while the other two had half their levels from Platinum. That made feel a little better about losing, especially since an avatar was actively giving them an assist.
The group looked like a diverse crew, and given the disparity in their Delve histories, it might be a fusion of two different parties. If I squinted in just the right way, I could make out enough to tell that the big boy wielding a very big-boy sword was a Hyrachon, the thickest of the Eschen races. A series of granite horns crested his skull, casting shadows over his wide, scowling features.
Next to him was an even bigger boy with blue skin and intricate tattoos covering their mostly naked form. He looked to be a mber of the Mittan race aptly called Giants. He wasn’t quite large enough to justify sieging his lands via beanstalk, but he was head-and-shoulders the largest of the party. He didn’t have any weapons, but he was floating, not that defying gravity told much. Could have been a spell, technique, passive skill, evolution, or blue man group magic. The jury was out on his role, but after looking everyone else over, I figured he was probably the person who’d been throwing around the magic bola spell.
The veils covering the rune mage made it even tougher to discern their race, but the dark and leathery wings hinted that they were one of the bat-like Chovali.
The Mittan Yeti stood before the winged runeworker, arms crossed and looking like a grumpy bouncer for the Chovali’s lower half. He wore a light cuirass and open-face helm, but his extremities were all exposed.
Finally, there was the archer who was responsible for half of my upper respiratory problems. He was a man with translucent skin and… blurry edges? I blinked and worked my eyebrows, trying to bring him into focus. No, it wasn’t my eyeballs, his skin just sort of faded away and rged with his soul, as though they were one and the sa. It may have been an ability, but the look of him reminded of another epheral person I knew–Xim’s dad, Drel’gethed.
Loosely then, we had a blade-wielding bruiser, a lockdown spell slinger, a rune-tossing caster, a tiny pugilist, and a dreamy ranger.
I wondered who was in charge of the heals. I’d need to plot their demise, for when I got loose.
While I busily planned for success, I rolled my bouldery eyes around, searching through the magical darkness to try and spot any other unexpected surprises (which are, in fact, just surprises). My view was limited, so I strained my neck and dragged my head to a new angle. My warped bascinet screeched across the tal. After a few degrees of movent, I found Hysteria.
They were doing a handstand, the sexy circus ringleader outfit exchanged for a sequin leotard. The sequins ford the image of a large feline predator, which wrapped all the way around Hysteria’s body. I was still uncertain whether the avatar was trying to embody a certain gender, so I scanned for bulges.
I didn’t find any. They were as smooth as an androgynous angel.
Hysteria’s eyebrows shot up (down?) when they saw awake and lifted a hand off the ground to give an enthusiastic wave. I valiantly twitched a finger in response. Hysteria put their hand over their mouth to hide a giggle, but they didn’t make a sound.
Ignoring the avatar, I confird that I could still access my inventory. I also tugged on my soul connection with Grotto. He was behind , but Soul-Sight was 360 these days. He was on the ground, not dead, and there was a tingling sense of discomfort coming from Shared Fate. No major warning signs, though.
“You still with ?” I thought to him.
[I am deeply unhappy with our predicant.]
“Gravity hijinks bringing you down?” I sent him a psychic wink and a nudge.
[My chassis is more than capable of mitigating the force it is under. My c’thonic at suit, less so. I am also trapped beneath one of my shields, which is a hazard I did not foresee.]
“At least you aren’t mind-controlled.”
[How would you know?]
“Woman’s intuition.”
[Yes, I have read that n of breeding age sotis internalize feminine characteristics through bonding rituals as a precursor to mating.]
“It’s the secret to my power.”
[However, I was unaware that you were engaged in any such dalliances. Your claim to have made contact with your inner woman is thus dubious.]
“Damn. Did you just say I had no ga?”
[No. Determining your skill is impossible with so little data.]
“Hrk! You shot right in the heart, bro.”
While Grotto eviscerated my reproductive qualifications, I utilized my upgraded multitasking ability to dedicate a part of my mind toward breathing manually and clenching my core to try and keep blood supplied to my brain.
I was a little impressed I could stay conscious at all, but Body of Theseus was probably helping, and Just a Flesh Wound kept the blood inside my delicate veins. Many of the old blood tubes certainly should have ruptured by now.
Hysteria dropped the hand from their mouth and ran it down (up?) their body suggestively, then spread their legs and held the hand out to one side for balance. They looked up (down?) at their other hand, bit their lip, and pushed until they were supported only by their fingers.
While the silent acrobatics show went on, I flicked across so inventory items I thought might be helpful, pausing to read one very closely.
Get Out of Cage Free Card
By activating this card, you invoke System authority to extricate you and your party from any form of imprisonnt, capture, restraint, or other situation in which you find your physical presence undesirable, including a Delve where you have failed the objective, or are just plain sick of.
The chanics of your escape will vary based on the circumstances and the System may not be capable of intervening in certain situations. The System's capacity to intervene and the thods available to it are dependent on the current phase of System rollout. Please consult your User Manual or ntor for more information.
Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not ant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.
This is a fleeting item and may only be used once.
I might have been able to use the Card to get myself and everyone else in the party out of this ss, but that would leave the king, Zura, the other Eschens, and Riona all behind. I didn’t want to abandon them to whatever fate Hysteria had in mind, which ant I needed to get them into my party.
I toyed around with the invite system, but I needed mutual consent to send one. The consent could be express or implied, but it didn’t seem like either the king of Hiward or the Eschen delegates had much implicit trust in quite yet. Getting any kind of consent would be difficult while they were fifty feet away and locked inside an illusory cage built by a mind-invading avatar. I focused on my System Rep and tried again, but all I got was a notification admonishing against spamming.
Hysteria stuck their tongue out to one side and pinched their features into a look of extre concentration. They flexed their hand and pushed up until their handstand was supported by only a single finger. I’d call it a fingerstand, but that sounded more like a place one would go to buy a snack for their pet cannibal. Or maybe a highly specialized prosthetics vendor.
Why was my first instinct to assu the fingers at the fingerstand would be for eating? We may never know.
I moved past my introspections and began to construct a plan.
Step 1: Get out of immobilizing rune shit.
Step 2: Dispel omnipresent illusion shit.
Step 3: Eliminate avatar-grade mind control shit.
Step 4: Invite political allies to my shit.
Step 5: Use Card to escape and shit.
No problemo.
Hysteria’s fingerstand was currently supported by the pad of their index finger. They bared their teeth, and beads of sweat ran up their face, which made no sense given their current upside-downness. The finger flexed until the fingerstand was only supported by the very tip of the fingernail. It was a full-on nailstand, and not the kind one would visit to buy crunchy treats for their other pet cannibals; the ones who were more calorie conscious.
Hysteria wiggled in delight, body shaking with silent laughter, then frowned and spun their arm when it threatened their balance. I began wondering whether I’d gone deaf, but I could hear my labored breathing and the crunch of my armor against the ground. I could also hear the other Delvers having a whispered conversation, so I didn’t think the weave blocked sound, either.
Hysteria was just being fucking weird.
The avatar looked at , then gestured at their nail as if to say “Are you seeing this shit?” My tongue slipped out as I attempted to feign surprise. Hysteria took a deep breath, still without making a sound, then lifted (dropped?) their hand and crossed their arms.
They were still suspended in the air.
“Ohw echs ah goo gann,” I said, tongue still hanging out. The floor was cold and tangy.
Hysteria furrowed their brow and placed a hand behind one ear, leaning forward. I repeated my statent, with similar levels of success.
Hysteria sighed, then snapped their fingers at the Chovali runeworker. The Chovali, of course, did not notice said sighing or snapping, since it failed to make any noise. The Hyrachon got the Chovali’s attention and pointed at Hysteria, who then pointed at the runes and mouthed a few words. The Chovali looked from Hysteria to the runes, then back to Hysteria, trying to parse what it was the avatar wanted. Eventually, the Chovali waved a hand toward , and one of the runes near my head dimd slightly.
My tongue and jaw were freed from the gravity effect.
“What was that, Arlo, dearest?” Hysteria asked. I thrust my jaw out toward where their finger had been contacting the ground.
“I said, ‘Now it’s a no-stand.’”
Hysteria’s head tilted to one side, they looked at the floor, then a smile blood on their face.
“Like a handstand!” they said.
“Or a fingerstand,” I added.
“No thanks, I’m not hungry.”
I double-checked my notifications, making sure Hysteria hadn’t invaded my thinkats. I had three minutes left on my immunities.
I thought over the best way to handle this scenario. The situation was grim, but I still had plenty of tricks. Being three-quarters dead and pinned down to the ground was hardly enough to stop . I still had fucking magic!
Shortcut has been negated by Iron Maiden.
Shit.
Given that my cunning plan of “teleport away” had been foiled, I probably needed to try and talk it out with Hysteria. I called to mind Avarice’s advice, wondering how I could play into Hysteria’s compulsions to guide them in the direction I wanted.
[Hysteria: a state of uncontrollable emotional excess. This term is frequently applied to a single disordered individual, but it also describes larger groups experiencing significant excitent, leading to energetic disorganization.]
“Thanks.”
Hysteria probably wanted to lose my cool, but so long as I wasn’t frustrating their attempts to goad , I would probably be fine. If anything, I could play into it. At the sa ti, Hysteria probably wanted to exist within a personal state of hysteria.
If I imdiately broke down and beca a ss, that’d be predictable, right? That was most likely what Hysteria normally ran into when interacting with people. Either that or people just did whatever it was that Hysteria wanted because, ya know, mind control. If I wanted Hysteria to have a strong emotional reaction to , I should aim to be atypical.
The answer, then, wasn’t to give Hysteria what they wanted, but the opposite.
In the anti, I’d focus on the mana flows through this Iron Maiden weave, with Grotto’s assistance.
“So,” I said, straining for enough air to get words out. “This is awkward.”
Hysteria brushed the front of their leotard thoughtfully. The sequins turned over to reveal the image of a unicorn with a flaming battleaxe instead of a horn. The air around the legendary battlecorn was filled with a storm of blood, and the ground was covered in decapitated gummy bears, which oozed strawberry jam from their gooey centers.
“Cool shirt,” I said. “You could swap the cat out for a giant Nicholas Cage face if you really want to lean into the gonzo.”
The unicorn galloped forward and slaughtered another innocent candied Ursidae.
A slick of jelly spattered my face, and the scent of fruit and copper wafted over . I blinked away so of the jam, then refocused on the image. It was back to its original pose, unmoving.
I checked my notifications again.
Two minutes and thirty seconds left on the Holy Water.
It was illusions, probably.
“You’re kind of fun,” said Hysteria, settling their chin on a palm. Their body language was persistent in its belief that gravity was going the wrong direction. “This go-around I’ve tried to limit myself to really influential figures, you know? People who can make a difference.”
“Thanks?”
“Which is why my first instinct was to kill you,” they continued. “Sure, you’ve done a couple of things people have noticed, but you’re not important in a classic sense.”
“Oh.”
“You don’t run a country, you don’t have an army, you’re not the governor of a major province, you’re not a staggeringly wealthy entrepreneur.”
“These are all true.”
“You’re a nobody! Barely better than a dirt farr.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” I grumbled. “And farrs are the backbone of society. Those people put dirt on your table.”
“However, you’re an up-and-cor,” said Hysteria. “etings with kings and Zenithars, a looming brunch with the Littan empress, the blessings of the gods raining down upon you!” Hysteria eyed and sucked in their bottom lip. “It’s… titillating.”
The avatar flipped over and a golden cloak billowed out from their shoulders, sweeping across their form and revealing a gold and violet spandex costu. They landed gracefully on one foot, arms akimbo, and a domino mask began to spray out sparkles from either side of their face.
Hysteria dropped their voice and projected. “I haven’t done an up-and-cor run in ages!” There was even a bit of echo and reverb added in. “You, sir, are an opportunity! An opening number with endless possibilities! You aren’t beholden to anyone. No one relies on you to do things.”
“Not true at all.”
“You barely have any responsibilities, and yet you’re this close–” They held up their finger and thumb, only a centiter separating them. “–to becoming soone of note.” Hysteria took a breath and cocked their hip. “I think I’ll steal all that.”
“Is that why you wanted the king? To steal his identity?”
“Maybe,” said Hysteria, glancing over their shoulder towards the group chilling in the fake lounge. “I hadn’t really nailed it down. I’d probably beco one of them and then set up the other to co into conflict with .”
Hysteria’s cloak rose up and ford a mouth like a sock puppet. “War ensues, global mayhem, yadda, yadda, yadda,” said the cloak in a nasal voice that was clearly also Hysteria. I could still see their damn lips moving. “It’s all so exhausting,” the cloak continued. “The sa thing over and over. Kill no–”
“Shut up, Cloaky,” said Hysteria. The cloak flinched like an abused animal. “I love it, I really do, but a change of pace would be nice.”
“What happens to the people whose identities you steal?” I asked.
“I put them into a giant blender and drink them up like a milkshake!”
“Is that a taphor or…”
“No.”
“Hmm, I’d prefer that didn’t happen.”
Hysteria dropped to their knees in front of .
“Will you beg?” they asked.
“Will you plead?” asked Cloaky.
“Will you gnash and moan and scream?!” they asked together.
“Probably not.”
Hysteria’s eyes narrowed, then they smiled. “Okay, whatever,” they said. “Be that way, it’s half the fun.”
“So what does this have to do with Unity?” I tossed the na of the original avatar out there as a gamble. I didn’t know if Hysteria had anything to do with Unity or even Brae’ach, but there were only so many avatars and so of them were working with the Davahns.
Hysteria stiffened. “Are you trying to bait into revealing our master plan?”
“Mostly I want to grab my friends and leave. If you want to tell about your master plan, I’d appreciate it.”
“Fiend!” Hysteria shouted, making a religious-looking gesture in the air. “You’ll not seduce , foul temptress!”
“Yeah!” shouted Cloaky. “Beat us all you want, we’ll never talk!”
“Shut the fuck up, Cloaky,” said Hysteria, batting at the cloak… sock puppet… thingy. It dodged the strike and snapped down on Hysteria’s wrist like a snake. “Gah! Dammit!”
I was then treated to a brief wrestling match between the avatar Hysteria and their surprisingly violent cloak.
I was fairly convinced the cloak wasn’t a separate entity, but it was entirely possible that Hysteria didn’t realize they’d made the character up, and was therefore fighting themself.
I used the opportunity to open my inventory and drop a vial of Holy Water into my mouth. I could barely maneuver it around with my tongue but managed to bite down on the glass before the tir on the first one ran out.
“Is this avatar… kind of stupid?” I thought to Grotto while I tried and failed to spit out the glass. It was mostly burrowing into my cheek and gums.
[I believe most avatars hold within them a fierce dichotomy of preternatural talent and gross ignorance. Due to their nature, they lack many of the intuitive social and physical senses developed by mortals. Further, they dominate their environnt through incredible aptitude within their areas of competence, leaving them little reason to develop additional skills. This is compounded by the overriding desire to pursue their governing concept. Thus, they represent a precarious balance of extre stupidity in certain areas, and inhuman brilliance in others.]
Hysteria squealed and rolled, putting Cloaky into a headlock. The cloak imdiately broke free by not having a head, unraveling itself and leaving Hysteria staring blankly at their empty arms. Cloaky ca around to strangle them from behind, eliciting another shriek.
[This one, perhaps, leans more heavily toward the stupid side of things.]
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