“Well, hey there, li’l lady! Need a hand with that?”
Maureen sighed, coming to a stop, and turned to face the man approaching. “Thank you, no, I have it well in hand.”
Chase sauntered up, hands in his pockets and grinning his customarily cheerful grin. Despite the fact that he’d never hard anyone (that she’d heard), Maureen felt instinctively unsettled at being approached by him in a dark alley. She knew from her childhood coaching to listen to those instincts, and also to avoid showing any unease. A certain kind of person responded to any perceived weakness with outlandish aggression.
“Aw, don’t be like that, shorty,” he said easily. “What kid of gentleman would I be if I let a girl like you haul a basket of…” He ca to a stop, looming over her, and craned his neck to peer down. For once, she didn’t have the impression he was trying to look down her blouse, and sohow that wasn’t reassuring. “…scrap tal? You’ve got interesting hobbies. Anyhow, what kind of gentleman would—”
“I feel obliged to point out that a gentleman wouldn’t make fun of a person’s stature, nor push when he’s been politely invited to sod off.”
He laughed, and stepped back, pulling his hands from his pockets to hold them up disarmingly. “All right, all right, fair enough. So what’re you doing skulking around in the back alleys? That’s not like you.”
“I could ask you the sa,” she said tersely.
That got another laugh, and a roguish wink. “Maureen… It’s , Chase. You wonder what I’m doing skulking in alleys?”
She rolled her eyes and turned to resu walking. “Aye, fair enough.”
To her annoyance—but not surprise—he strolled alongside her, moving at a leisurely amble that kept pace neatly with her bustling stride, given the difference in the length of their legs. That sa difference ant running away from him was an unlikely prospect.
“You, though,” Chase continued rrily. “You’re such a fine, upstanding citizen. Heading back to campus, then? Cos there’s no storefronts back here…”
“An’ what makes y’think I’m headin’ ta campus?”
“And there goes the accent,” he observed. “I can never figure out if that ans you’re more or less happy. Anyhow, this arc’ll lead you through the back ways of the old part of town by the least-traveled path, where there is absolutely nothing until you co out right at the base of the mountain, a good few dozen yards from the stairs.” He looked down at her and winked again. “I may have had cause to slip through Last Rock without attracting notice. Y’know, once or twice. A day. For three years.”
She sighed, and shook her head. “Town’s funny t’night…all riled up, innit? I passed the A&W on the way in, an’ the noise was like a full-blown party. Seem t’be knots o’ people chatterin’ in the streets, too, but lookin’ nervous about sothing. Not like usual. Even with all the new construction, Last Rock’s a sleepy sorta place.”
“Yeah, I noticed the sa.” For a wonder, the vacuous grin faded from his features. Maureen chanced a glance up at the human, finding him looking ahead with a thoughtful expression. It made a surprising difference in his aspect; that smile was unnerving, but now he just seed like one of her classmates, mulling a question. “I also veered close enough to overhear a few snatches of those conversations. You know, purely by accident,” he added solemnly.
“Oh, aye. Of course.”
“Folks seem to be tetchy about the University in particular this evening,” Chase continued. “Apparently Tellwyrn posted an announcent about the first major research project she’s funding, and it’s to do with summoning demons. All the yokels are worked up sothing fierce.”
“Huh,” she grunted noncommittally, shifting her basket to her left hand. Not actually planning to drop it on his foot, but making that prospect more available.
“So, you may have had the right idea,” he said, that grin returning. “Perhaps this isn’t the best night for casual encounters with the Rockies, eh?” When she didn’t reply, he went rrily on. “So, I’m sure you won’t mind if I keep you company on the way back! After all, you’re probably downright starved for company these days. The Well must be feeling pretty empty, huh?”
Maureen stared straight ahead at the distant gap where the alley opened out below the mountain, concentrating on keeping her breath even. One ear twitched, but not because of him; there was a swell of noise in the near distance, as a crowd of n passed through the street, talking loudly. Shouting, actually… She couldn’t make out many individual words, but the anger was obvious.
“Everyone’s been assuming we’ll wake the Sleeper’s victims just cos I woke up,” Chase said suddenly, after she failed to respond to his last comnt. “I wonder if they’re really just asleep, though? I an… There are ways to keep the body alive, even when the mind and soul passes on. It’d be a ridiculously cruel thing to do, but hell, who can say how this asshole thinks? That’d be a kick in the pants, if Tellwyrn finally cracks the curse and it turns out they’re all just dead after all.”
“What is wrong with you?!” Maureen exploded, rounding on him and hopping backward, her ears shifting back in agitation. “You are the most—why are you like this? How can any person not want anything outta life except t’just make an arse of ‘imself? Haven’t you one bloody thing better to do than scamper around irritating everybody?”
Chase, sowhat to her surprise, didn’t pounce now that his needling had finally provoked a reaction. In fact, he turned to face her, tilting his head quizzically, and regarded her in silence for a mont before speaking. “Heh. Y’know, you’re actually the first person to ask that since I ca here? Even at the lodge they’d given that up long before I left, and Tellwyrn never bothered.”
“Aye, well, at least you’re aware you’re a horse’s arse!”
“I’m aware of a lot,” he said cheerfully, turning and sauntering off in the direction of the mountain. Maureen let him pull ahead a few steps before following slowly, keeping a distance between them. “Let put it this way: I’ve heard it said that the thing which separates sentient beings from the animals is our capacity to be more. A wolf or bison or prairie dog just does what it does, but a human or elf or gno creates things, improves themselves beyond what biology intended.”
“Sapient,” she said automatically.
He glanced back over his shoulder at her. “Hm?”
“Wolves an’ bison an’ prairie dogs are all sentient. They sense an’ interact with their surroundings. You an sapient beings.”
Chase chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, maybe I don’t. Because I’ve done a lot of people-watching, and I’ve noticed that the happiest people are reliably the dumbest ones. The key to bliss is not having a thought in your head. Everything that’s good in life—food, sex, sleep, humor—it’s all basic, animal instinct. Being more is just a pointless pain in the ass.”
“Humor, is it?” she asked, intrigued in spite of herself. Maureen had never expected to hear Chase Masterson’s philosophy on life; until that mont it had never occurred to her that he might have one. “That seems like a pretty sapient thing.”
“Ever played tug-of-war with a dog? Or watched a bluejay tease a cat? Or how about wild pigs who sniff out glittershrooms to get high?” Chase laughed lightly, jamming his hands back in his pockets. “Not to ntion that everything has sex, and you’re never gonna convince it’s because all those animals think it over and decide what they really need is to be responsible for a smaller version of themselves for a while. Fun is the only true universal good, my dear little friend. All the rest is just bullshit people make up to feel more important than they are.”
He erged into the open air, with the mountain looming above, and stopped. Maureen was still a few steps behind; by the ti she caught up, Chase had turned to their right to peer in the direction of the main street. She peeked around the corner, following his gaze.
A crowd of n and won were milling around, several carrying lamps and one or two actual torches. The buzz of conversation which hovered over them was distinctly angry, and loud enough it seed it might burst into shouting at any mont.
“Well, that’s different,” he mused. “I heard there was an actual mob in Last Rock a while back, but honestly I was never willing to believe these folks that that much initiative. Or organizational skills.”
“A mob doesn’t take much in the way o’ skill, ‘specially not of the organizational kind,” she replied, frowning at the townspeople.
Chase just laughed. “Oh, I know my townies, trust .”
His bark of amusent attracted notice. A few people turned to face them, and then to Maureen’s horror, they erupted in shouting and imprecations. The group started toward them with long, aggressive strides, beginning with those nearest but the rest quickly catching up, as if the whole crowd were so sort of huge amoeba sensing prey. It was dark, but the lights they carried were enough for Maureen to make out scowls and snarls on far too many faces.
As she stood, gaping, one man in the lead broke into a trot, quickly followed by several others.
“Oh, my,” Chase observed in a fascinated tone, then turned to her with a cheerful grin. “Hey, here’s a crazy idea! I think we should run.”
The mineshaft was mostly horizontal for the first leg of its journey; only after turning sharply to the left did it begin descending. Nowhere around its periphery were there any obvious signs of activity, though Ermon said that tracks in the dust showed the whole area saw regular foot traffic. Now, the group was descending gradually along a seemingly endless shaft, which occasionally branched off to the sides or opened into disused chambers, so containing the wreckage of old crates and tools. There was no light except Fross’s silver glow.
“I can’t make out any sounds,” Juniper muttered. “The echoes down here are weird… Plus, there’s this…thing.”
“Thing?” Teal’s voice was a little strained. “What kind of a thing?”
“I don’t know,” the dryad said, frowning and shaking her head.
“Phrasing, June,” Gabriel said. “The atmosphere’s pretty tense already without us suddenly being told there’s a thing.”
“Let’s not make it worse by picking at each other,” Toby said soothingly. “Can you describe it, Juniper?”
“Mm…sort of like…bees,” she said pensively.
“Bees?!” Teal’s voice rose half an octave.
“The buzzing, I an,” Juniper hastily clarified. “There’s this low hum, at the very edge of my hearing. All I can tell is it’s coming from deeper below, and that only because it’s been getting louder as we go down. Like I said…echoes. It’s a ss to try to track anything in here.”
“It certainly is that,” Ermon agreed. He had placed himself at the head of the group, off to one side and behind only Fross, where he studied the floor, walls, and ceiling in detail as they passed through. “I can make out only traces; this ground does not like to leave tracks. It does see traffic, though, both coming and going. And I have seen no signs of any kind of struggle in the distance we’ve co.”
“Well, let’s consider that a hopeful sign,” said Toby.
“I’d caution against excessive optimism,” the Huntsman replied. “I’m sure you have reason to be confident in your power, but following prey into its own den is always a highly risky venture.”
“Vadrieny wonders if we’d rather she take over from , here,” said Teal.
Toby glanced back at her. “I appreciate the offer. Rember, though, our first plan is to talk. Vadrieny is, let’s face it, pretty intimidating. Having her out might seem hostile in and of itself.”
“Yeah,” Gabriel added, touching Teal’s shoulder montarily. “And if this does co down to trouble, best we hold sothing in reserve. If they get aggressive, maybe we can prevent a throw down by suddenly showing we’ve got bigger fangs than they thought.”
“Okay,” she said with no further comnt.
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“I can feel arcane magic up ahead,” Fross added, “but…well, the distance is an impedint, but there’s not much. Assuming the rest of what the Rust does is like that arm, it might employ small arcane charms here and there but whatever it runs on is its own thing. I haven’t figured out a way to detect it directly. Ariel, anything?”
“I perceive nothing. My senses are designed for precision of analysis, not range. I will have little to add until we are much closer, if the conventional enchantnts involved are as minor as you say.”
They continued on in silence for a few more minutes, which seed longer than they were owing to being spent creeping through oppressive darkness. When Gabriel suddenly stopped, shifting his head as if watching sothing invisible, the rest of the group halted as well, turning to look at him.
“Vestrel’s back,” he reported with a grin of clear relief, which slowly faded as he continued, speaking with a halting cadence indicating he was repeating observations as they were given to him. “Okay…up ahead they tunnel opens out into a very large chamber, a natural cave that’s had mineshafts carved out of it in multiple directions, and that’s where the Rust has all their stuff. People, and machines…” He hesitated. “Vestrel recognizes so elents of what they’ve built, but it’s way different from the Elder God—okay, fine, Infinite Order stuff she rembers. Also…she says the machines are…weird.” He paused again, then sighed. “…apparently we’ll have to see them ourselves to understand.”
“How helpful,” Ariel comnted. Everyone ignored her.
“Oh!” Gabriel brightened, turning to Ermon. “Arlund is here! I an, down there. She wasn’t sure about his situation; he hasn’t been hard and doesn’t seem to be restrained, but he looks angry.”
“I’m not sure how significant that is, in and of itself,” Ermon replied ruefully. “But I thank you, Vestrel, for the information.”
“And they’ve built so kind of…gate, across the tunnel,” Gabe continued, turning again to stare into empty space where the valkyrie apparently stood. “A pretty solid one, made of that reddish tal of theirs and a bunch of cobbled-together junk that resembles their artificial limbs. Vestrel can pass through most objects, but no idea how we’re going to get past it. The good news is all the Rust cultists are beyond it, in their big cavern. There’s nobody between us and the gate.”
“Okay,” Toby said, nodding. “That’s sothing. If we can’t figure out how to get it open, we can always try to force it. I very much doubt any gate will stop Juniper and Vadrieny.”
“Uh, I thought the idea was to try the friendly approach first?” said Fross. “If the thing is locked, maybe our first move should be to just knock.”
Toby hesitated, then chuckled. “Well, I can’t argue with that, can I? All right, guys, on we go. Gabe, any details while we walk? How far we are, how many cultists up ahead?”
“Only a couple dozen. Vestrel didn’t get a precise headcount because they were all milling around, doing sothing. She couldn’t tell what. And…apparently we’re closer to the gate than we are to the entrance of the tunnel, now.”
“I wonder,” Teal mused. “They can’t do much back-and-forth from here to the city. It’s a hellishly inconvenient approach, and sobody would have noticed that kind of traffic going in and out of the mountains.”
“We’ve already passed a lot of side tunnels,” Juniper pointed out, “and Vestrel said there are more below, from their actual lair. The mine entrance was just the one the Thieves’ Guild found. I bet they’ve got a more direct path into Puna Dara. Probably more than one, actually.”
“We’ll see what we see,” Toby murmured, and they fell silent again.
It was another few minutes of walking before they reached the gate Vestrel had told them of, which also revealed what she ant about the weirdness of the machines.
The tunnel was blocked off by a ring of steel, in which stood an obvious door of the sa tal, split down the middle in an asymtrical pattern unlike any standard doorway. Thick bars were set vertically into the tal in front of it, spaced too closely for a human to slip through, even had there been anywhere beyond it to go. The whole thing was set in a most peculiar lange of tallic parts. They were mostly of the reddish alloy that characterized the Rust, unlike the steel door and bars, though there were a number of small lights set in various places, so glowing steadily, others blinking in repeating patterns. Obvious machine parts were in evidence, from simple struts and braces to exposed gears, so actually moving. Pipes crisscrossed the entire thing at intervals, a few with valves which produces periodic little spurts of steam. In several places scattered throughout were oddly-shaped surfaces which glowed in the darkness and depicted peculiar systems of glyphs and markings; so of these held steady, while others changed continuously.
Most alarming of all was the way it was all constructed. Machines were usually logical, even mathematical in their design, featuring a lot of straight lines and right angles. By comparison, the gate’s housing was just crazy. Though they all connected together, pipes, gears, tal supports and blinking screens were layered around the walls haphazardly, in wild angles, as if they’d been laid down erratically and built up to cover the whole tunnel. Miscellaneous bits of inscrutable purpose extended out from the structure to crawl along the walls toward the distant exit like the questing roots of a tree.
“If a spider spun machine parts instead of silk,” Gabriel said after they had stood regarding this in silence for a few monts, “the result would look like this.”
Teal sighed. “Spiders, and bees. I never had an aversion to bugs until just now…”
“What if there is so kind of huge chanical spider in there?” Juniper suggested. “That could explain this. Well, not explain it, but it’d make a little more sense…”
“Great,” Teal said sourly. “That’s a lovely thought.”
“Well, at least we figured out where that hum you talked about is coming from,” Toby said. Actually, though it clearly erged from the peculiar machine, this close it seed to be a number of different hums. Parts of it emitted periodic soft beeps and chis, the pipes thrumd with so hydraulic force, gears clicked and whirred together, and several segnts of the construction put off sharp electrical buzzing. From a distance, it all did blur together to resemble the tone of a beehive.
Juniper suddenly whirled, shifting her feel to a braced stance, and stared back up the tunnel. “There it is again!”
“The bees?” Teal asked.
“No. The sll. If I couldn’t feel the lack of any through attunent I would swear there was a dryad heading this way!”
All of them turned, Ermon drawing his tomahawk and hunting knife. Gabriel eased out the wand that morphed into his scythe, but did not activate it yet, and placed a hand on Ariel’s hilt without drawing her.
“I think you should know,” she said into the tense silence which ensued, “that there is a very sophisticated invisibility spell attached to sothing moving this way down the tunnel.”
“How close?” Gabriel asked tersely.
“Presuming standard human hearing, close enough to be aware of this conversation. I believe I recently pointed out that my senses are not designed for great distances.”
“Is soone there?” Toby called, staring ahead into the darkness. Fross fluttered back to hover above their heads, casting silver light on the tunnel walls around them.
Several of them twitched, Teal emitting a muffled noise of surprise, when a figure suddenly appeared seemingly out of thin air right in front of them. The person who had arrived was garbed entirely in black, and manifested in the process of lowering the hood of a black cloak. Beneath it was another hood, attached to her fitted jacket, and inside that a mask which obscured the lower half of her face, leaving only her eyes exposed. Her black attire was mostly of supple leather, and fit closely enough to reveal this was a woman.
“Oh, invisibility cloak,” Gabriel said after a tense silence. “Nifty. You don’t see those often.”
“Greetings,” Toby said to the mysterious woman. “Friend, or foe?”
She tilted her head minutely to one side, eyes flickering across them. Then she took a step forward. When everyone tensed, she paused again, and held up one finger, which she then pointed at the contorted apparatus around the gate behind them.
“Hello?” Juniper said sharply. “Yes? No? Anybody ho?”
“That mask has a silencing spell attached,” Ariel announced. “If she spoke, you wouldn’t hear. There are a good number of impressive enchantnts on this person’s equipnt. She is either a skilled enchanter or exceedingly wealthy.”
“That’s interesting,” Juniper said bluntly. “And why do you sll like dryads?”
“And couldja maybe take the mask off and talk to us?” Fross suggested.
Ermon shook his head. “People who don masks are rarely willing to remove them upon eting soone new.”
The woman watched this conversation inscrutably, but at that, pointed at Ermon. Then she stepped forward again, angling to pass between Teal and Juniper on her way to the gate.
“Hey!” Juniper moved to bar her path, scowling. “You don’t just show up out of nowhere in a place like this, at a ti like this, and refuse to explain yourself!”
“Enchantnts aside,” Ariel interjected, “the magic roiling off this person is extrely potent and extrely confusing. I detect all four schools, heavily favoring the fae, with additional branches of shadow magic, all intertwined in ways I have never seen and whose purpose I cannot discern. In terms of raw power, she is on a level with most of you. I advise against starting an altercation.”
The woman’s dark eyes shifted right to Ariel—itself interesting, as few people who heard her voice imdiately suspected the sword—and then back to Juniper. She held the dryad’s gaze for a mont, then carefully shifted to edge past her again. This ti, though she kept her stare locked onto the interloper, Juniper did not move, and allowed her past; Teal even edged back out of the way.
The woman in black squeezed by, then headed straight for one of the tunnel walls which was covered by the overgrowth of machinery, holding up another finger in their direction as if cautioning them to wait. She carefully pored over the exposed pieces as if searching for sothing, pausing at each of the display screens. Several she touched with her fingers; two responded by changing their contents, but the woman seed unimpressed by the results and moved on.
Finally, she ca to a roughly hexagonal screen attached to the ss by only a single length of pipe, extending out from the wall not far from the gate itself. This ti, she hunched over it, quickly working at it with her gloved fingertips. Sigils and pictograms shifted at her touch, accompanied by soft chirps and whirrs.
“I suppose there’s no point in asking how you know how to do that,” Gabe said irritably, shifting closer and craning his neck to watch.
She raised her head to look at him, and winked, then returned to what she was doing.
The group jumped again when the gate suddenly moved. The entire circular steel housing rotated a hundred and eighty degrees, causing the bars to spin fully around. Once it stopped, there ca a loud thunk from sowhere deep inside the machinery, and the bars suddenly retracted into what was now the floor. Then, with a deep rumble, an inner section of the circle began rotating in the opposite direction. When the door itself had been turned fully upside down—or right side up?—it parted smoothly, both doors sliding into the walls to either side. Another set of bars were revealed beyond it, which now slowly rotated back in the first direction, and then retracted just as their cousins had.
“There is really no reason for that to have been so elaborate,” Ariel opined.
“Well, thank you for the help,” Toby said to the woman, who after glancing into the now-open gate had resud studying the screen. “I gather you’re a person who values her secrets, but I’m sure you understand if we—”
She abruptly grabbed the tal edges of the extended screen, and with a strength clearly beyond the human, ripped it clean off the wall, leaving its broken mount trailing a few sparking ends of wire.
“Hey!” Gabriel shouted. Orange light suffused the tunnel as Vadrieny erged, but they hardly had ti to react beyond that.
The woman in black moved like an elf, darting past them and actually running up the wall for a few paces as she dashed by. Ermon spun and nocked an arrow, drawing a bead on her as she raced back up the tunnel, but with her free hand she whipped up the hood of her invisibility cloak and vanished entirely into the darkness.
Once she did, not even the sound of footsteps betrayed her presence.
“So,” Gabriel said irritably after they had all stared after the mysterious figure for a mont. “Carrying a bunch of pricey enchantnts, made of a weird combination of all magic, slls like a dryad, sohow knows how to use weird-ass Elder God magic machines even better than Vestrel. And, best of all, showed up in the middle of all this. Yeah, there’s no way in hell we’ve seen the last of her. I will bet you a sester’s tuition her next appearance is going to be even more annoying.”
“No bet,” said Vadrieny. Ermon turned at the sound of her voice, peering at the archdemon with clear wariness.
“I could’ve frozen her to the ground,” Fross said apologetically, “but based on what Ariel said and what I sensed I wasn’t sure it’d be a good idea to poke that bear. There was a lot of magic in that lady, and I couldn’t tell what basically any of it did, and this seems like a really, really bad place to start an unnecessary fight.”
“I think you’re right,” Toby said with a heavy sigh. “No worries, Fross. For now, we’ve got a mission we’d better stick to, but we should also follow up on this as soon as we’re back in the city. See what the King and the Guild and maybe the Avenists and monks have seen.”
“For now, though, onward,” Vadrieny agreed, then faded away to leave Teal among them again.
The tunnel beyond the gate was much shorter, and horizontally level. It was also made entirely of smooth tal—apparently steel, once they stepped beyond the crawling clutter of machine parts that housed the gate apparatus itself. The group clustered together as they erged from its mouth onto a platform overlooking a vast cavern.
The whole scene was a study in contrast between organic and angular forms. Large, glaring fairy lamps were almost blinding after the dimness behind them, but at least they exposed everything—which in this case ant a clearly natural cavern which had been both cut and built up with stone bricks to form even floors, walls, and platforms that had once served the mining operation in so capacity. In the ceiling and in the walls of sections not adapted for human use, the smooth natural curves left by eons of erosion were still evident. Remnants of wood and stone construction remained, but all of it had been partially covered by reddish tal growths which seed to have spread over everything like crawling lichen.
There were Rust cultists present, as well, roughly two dozen as Vestrel had advised. Every single one present had at least one tal limb, so two or more, and several were partially augnted with further tallic pieces of uncertain purpose. Now, however, they were not milling about engaged in any task. All of them stood all but motionless, scattered around the chamber and staring flatly at the group which erged into their midst.
A chilling silence hung between them, until a large piece of the machinery occupying the back wall began detaching itself.
When housed against a huge overgrowth of tallic parts it had been just another inscrutable piece of the morass, but as it pulled free and stepped closer its shape imdiately beca clear. The thing walked on two enormous legs, had a round torso with what appeared to be a circular eye of green glass occupying most of its front, and two tal arms extending from the upper edge of that. Despite its lack of a head, it stood nearly twenty feet tall. Each of its footfalls echoed through the chamber with a crash.
“Giant chanical spider,” Juniper muttered. “Well, I wasn’t too far off…”
The Rust cultists stood still, keeping their attention on the intruders and paying the huge construct no mind—not even the two it had to step directly over on its way toward them. The group edged backward toward the tunnel mouth as it ca, but it stopped a few yards distant.
With a hiss and several bursts of steam, the round glass face ca loose and tipped slightly forward. Another tal piece on its top shifted up like a trap door. Whirring sounded from within the tal beast, and slowly a man rose into view from inside it, seated in a chair installed on a platform which now climbed upward. He stood up when it ca to the top, which put him almost perfectly on a level with the group.
If the Rust cultists were given more chanical parts as they rose through the ranks, this man must be their leader; he seed at least as much machine as human. Enough of his flesh and blood face remained, however, to smile broadly at them, and he held his arms wide.
“Welco, honored guests!” he bood in a voice clearly accustod to public speaking. “Honored indeed, even if not invited. And now, we will have to decide just what to do with you.”
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