Threadbare Interlude - Vae Victus 1

Interlude - Vae Victus 1

The moon rose high through the ornate stained glass windows, as six heroes and one golem slamd open the heavy wooden doors to the shrine.

Dark, haunting organ music skirled high to the rafters, sending swarms of bats screeching out into the night, flowing through and past the intrepid vampire hunters that had co to put paid to the darkest of vampires; the dread Count Joculah!

And so you are here said the vampire, brown fingers lifting from white keys, as the organ fell silent. The vampires brown hands word his way over his brown suit, and smoothed brown hair, testing and touching as only those who never see themselves in mirrors do, making sure that he looked his best for his would-be slayers.

Die Monster! los bellowed, leveling a blade that glowed with the leering faces of the trapped daemons within, red and hellish and surging with raw power as he led the charge. Im your Challenge! Co face my Entropic Strike!

You dont belong in this world! Rezzak yelled from behind the charging demon knight, raising his feathered staff high, and slamming it to the ground. Angelic Pact! Summon Greater Cherub! Summon Greater Cherub! Summon Greater Cherub!

Fools! It was mortal n who- gah! The vampire yelled, dodging as los red blade ca way too close to splitting him right down his widows peak. Cant a man monologue first?

A man? Yes! The woman in green stepped out from behind Rezzak, pointing at him with a wand in each hand. A monster? No. Get him, Emt!

As glowing, silvery babies with bows and arrows faded in all around the group, a hulking suit of armor shambled through the doorway, and ca in on los flank. He grinned to see it, grinned behind his helm as he fought the vampire, laying into him with strikes that left dust and scars with every slash. The wounds from Entropic Strike couldnt be healed, not while the spell was active.

Then flas wisped around him, as Sabi went into business. The red-silk-garbed woman slid out from behind a tapestry, twisting her hands, as she directed the flas to sear the elder undead. Brown cheeks quirked in a smile under a red veil as the creature burned burned until he folded his cloak around him, and his flesh started to ripple.

You think you have a chance? Count Joculah chuckled, then exploded into bats. los brought his shield up, and the daemon faces in it gobbled and chomped at the flying rodents as they swirled around him. So long as they stay our of my helt, its good. Its fine. Besides, the fools played right into our hands. Co on Sabi

Fire ball!

Even with his fla resistant gear, he felt the blast wave, grunted as a red 146 whipped out of him. But as bad as it was for los, it was leagues worse for the vampire. Bats shrieked and scread, and swirled in all directions.

This is the point I miss Grissle the most! Graham shouted, as he put down a rain of crossbow-flung stakes. Rapid Fire! Rapid Fire! Vampire bats shrieked and fell, dead or paralyzed from their wood allergies. Grissle would have been telling us how many hit points the thing had left by now!

Oh, Ill just pick up Necromancer then! los called over, jauntily. Got to give you SO reason to hate , after all.

Dont get started, Rezzak sighed, as his summoned cherubs went about their business, flapping after the farther-ranging bats and shooting at them with arrows of angelic light. Thats like a drunkard switching over to chewing brainburn weed.

Leave the argunts for the tavern! Alia snapped, keeping her wands going and firing lightning bolts through the few bats that ca her way, crisping them with scarcely a glance. In among them, Emt swung his massive tal gauntlets, trying to catch and crush what bats he could.

And occasionally, from the shadows, a throwing star would spin out and catch a bat on the wing, turning it into a bat pinned to the wall. It was Jane, Just Jane, doing her thing.

los simply waited.

And when the Count reford, the demon knight yelled Ears! Before dropping his weapon and shield and clapping both gauntlets to his own ears, then ordering the demons writhing within his armor to scream.

And scream they did, as the sound ripped through his skull at point blank range, scrambling his sanity, sending him to his knees

but safe, as he saw the count mouth words, words he couldnt hear.

The Counts Command had been the doom of many an adventuring party. Many had fought their way up through the secret entrance in Cylvania Citys catacombs, up to the impossible castle that lood over a nightmare version of the city, up to the very topmost tower through hordes of vampires, bats, werewolves, lesser undead, and weird snake-tentacled heads that always seed to try to attack you when you were climbing narrow and slippery stairs.

It was easy to die in the Counts domain, to any number of horrible monsters.

But those who managed to survive until theyd found the count himself?

All too often, they died at the hands of their friends. The counts charisma was undeniable, and his patterns well-mapped. After he went to bats, then would co the commands

Once the count finished speaking, los popped a pill from his pouch, and swallowed it, scooping up his sword and shield, and his hearing returned

just in ti to hear a mans voice laughing maniacally.

Oh for fucks sake Graham, los said, taking a big risk and taking his eyes off Count Joculah. This is what happens when you dont wear earplugs!

Everyone dies! So commands the master! Graham hissed, dropping his crossbow, and making a yanking motion with one arm.

No! Slot machine! los yelled, and he and the four remaining sane friends jumped clear, as a tal slot machine as tall and broad around as an elephant slamd through the roof, right onto the ground. The handle jerked, and symbols clicked by

8

....9.

los held his breath. If it was a ten, they were all dead. It was that simple.

8 DING!

Heals! Get healing! He called to Rezzak-

-and then the wave hit. He watched 160 rise from everyones skull, then the pain struck him, and he gasped. Straight through armor, straight through everything. The cherubs poofed back to their ho plane, and even Emt groaned in pain.

Muahhhahahhahha! Wheezed the Count.

Ill get Graham! The rest of you on the old bastard! Watch it, hell go full daemon when he starts to lose, los shouted over his shoulder.

Graham under the enemys control wasnt a worst-case scenario. But it was close. The man had started his adventuring career as a conman, a Grifter, and a good one. Theyd had a run in with him in Upper Derope, when he tried to talk Sabi out of her pants in both ways, as after hed enjoyed a night with her hed tried to abscond with her enchanted trousers. los and the rest had woken to the sll of burning, an irate innkeeper, and a very chastened and nude Graham, quite sorry for the whole affair.

Sabi had dragged him along as a translator to help pay off his debt to the innkeeper, and the man had eventually matured, expanding his horizons. Like los had, hed given up an empty and unsavory existence in order for a life of adventure and heroics.

And along the way hed beco an Archer. Then, when he got high enough level to accidentally unlock it, a Gambler.

Which, when combined with a Grifters trick of Silent Activation, made for so nasty tis.

The trick with Gamblers, los had worked out, was to not give them ti to fire off their big skills. Get them focusing less on the things that could wipe out your party, and more on defending themselves.

And also, since the bastards were so hard to hit, to target pools that werent so well-defended as their hit points and agility.

Im Challenge-ing you, Graham. Aura of Fear. Staredown. He said, advancing as Graham backpedaled, and groaned as a green 67 ripped loose from his skull. That was sixty-seven points of Moxie he WOULDNT have for Silent Activations. los stomped after him, chasing him around the gothic cathedral that capped the tower, ignoring his friends fighting the vampire behind him. His wife had Emt, and Emt was enough. The fight would be there when los was done. He trusted everyone at his back hell, he trusted Graham, too. At least when the man was in his right mind, anyway.

Normally Graham was unflappable. That was the na of the class feature that boosted his cool, anyway. But that aura ate into his defense, rendered his normally cocky self-assuredness much reduced.

But the Gambler hadnt gotten this far by being a pushover.

Good thing Ive got an Ace in the Hole! Graham said, snapping a handful of glowing cards out of nowhere. Razor Cards! Crippling Shot! Rapid Fire! The handful of cards blurred, as Graham edged away, backing around, throwing cards into los.

Cards that sliced into his shield and armor, making them bleed and scream. The daemons within the armor took the hits, took the pain, and los didnt. nd, los chanted, as he weathered the storm of cards, ignoring it as best he could, ignoring the one that split his helm and ca half an inch to cleaving through his eyes. nd. nd. He said over and over again.

Graham was nimble. Graham was lightly armored.

And Graham didnt look out behind him.

Dispel Magic! Rezzak shouted, as soon as Graham was within range. Graham froze, eyes open. Got him! Rezzak confird.

Welco back, los said. Next ti put your damned earplugs in.

Youre the last person to advise anyone on damned anything, Graham snarked, and ran back toward the Count, and the rest of the fight.

I think he ans thank you, Rezzak said.

Youre very welco, Graham, los smiled, then moved up to take so of the heat off Emt. The Count had reached one of his final forms already, and was busy leaping out the room and breathing vaguely-daemonic fire at the Seven.

Hey, snaggletooth! los yelled, as the maws on his armor yawned open and glowed with their own fla, and he ran faster... Youre doing it wrong!

Finally, it was all over. The Count fell, as he had several tis before, to the most skilled of adventuring groups, and collapsed into a heap of ashes with loot items sticking out.

Appraise, Alia snapped. No curses. Jane?

Their ninja, Just Jane, materialized out of the darkness. After a few experiences squabbling over loot, and dealing with respawning bosses, theyd all agreed it was best to let the Ninja grab the loot. She would anyway.

Snaggletooth? Alia said, moving over and giving him a look.

Best I could do in the heat of the mont.

Co on, youve got more charisma than that.

Well, this is the third ti Ive dusted the Count. Motivation tends to fade once youve got it down to a science. Speaking of which los glanced around. Spread out! Look for the glow! You know the drill, people.

It was Graham who found it, ironically. The patch of green under a thoroughly desecrated altar. Emt got to work shoving it aside, a task that took even the mighty golems full strength. One by one, the Seven stepped into the portal, erging into the Dungeon Core Chamber.

los was the last, and as he took one last glance around the room, a flicker of movent caught his eye by the door. A small brown-haired girl, wearing a purple-and-green head scarf. Clearly one of the Bloodsuckah Urchins theyd cleared out in the orphanage level. Shed strayed far.

Run, little girl, he commanded, whispering Staredown behind his visor as he glared.

A green 207 burst out from her, and she scread, dropped the tea service she was carrying, spilled cups of blood over the floor, and fled for her life.

Still got it, los chuckled, as he stepped into the place where logic went to die. Not that he minded his forr life had been good training for places like these.

He joined the rest of the party, as they wove their way through the green pillars, past midbosses and mobs and piles of loot, so many piles of loot. Count Joculahs Castle had been going for years, and so many adventurers had perished here.

And by the ti he caught up with his wife, she was standing in front of the Dungeon Masters column, wands ready, Emt by her side, and the rest of the Seven around the rather disturbed-looking undead. His face was green in the light, and he was older, paunchier than his projection had been.

You would have gotten away with it, you know, Alia spoke. The Count stared at her, through the column, saying nothing. He couldnt, as far as los could tell. Nobody in the light could talk.

You could have stayed hidden here, stayed safe. But you let your monsters out to play, and they ca out of the catacombs, and murdered people above. Alia shook her head. Was that vampiric hunger? Driving you and your spawn to seek out flesh blood? Or was it vampiric pride, the colossal arrogance that made you think we wouldnt co for you, once we found your lair?

Slowly, and with a shaking hand, the Count raised a fist and extended one brown middle finger.

Oh. So you were just an asshole. Alia snorted. Goodbye, Joculah.

Emt punched into the light, grabbed the Count, and hauled him out. The vampire fought the whole way, but he was weaker, so much weaker than his ideal form had been.

Reality rippled around them as they dusted the vampire.

Get ready! Alia shouted, with ten seconds left on the clock. Rezzak?

On it! The Invoker slamd a hand to the floor, the second they ca back into reality. This Hallowed Ground! Circle of Protection! Light flared around them, resolved into a six-pointed star in a circle, and los winced, as his daemon-infested armor and weapons scread in unison. He hastily banished them before the tal ruptured entirely, leaving his armor black and dull again.

Ward against Undead! Alia yelled, slamming a vial on the ground. Green dust puffed up and fell into patterns

and not a mont too soon, as shrieking vampires, skeletons, ghouls, and worse faded in to the large catacomb chamber that the dungeon had vacated.

There was a pause, as the dungeon creatures looked at each other.

Then at the Seven.

Then down to the floor, emblazoned and glowing with holy symbols.

And with a scream, they burst into flas as the heroes sat back and watched their spells do the work for a change.

At the end of it, los was the one to find it. A Purple crystal, the size of a small apple, flickering with green numbers. Such a small thing, to cause so much trouble, he sighed. Then Jane was glaring over his shoulder. What? I was going to give it to you. He handed it back to the ninja. Good day, good work, The demon knight said, straightening up. Waffles?

Waffles! Graham yelled.

And so the mightiest heroes of the realm went and had waffles. And los and Alia went and paid their babysitter, rocked their girl to sleep, and made love sweetly once she was out.

Thats another one down, Alia whispered, clutching him tight, resting in the afterglow.

Mm. los said, laying still as her fingers traced through his beard. And how many more will we find next month? I swear, for every one we seal, three more spring up.

Her arms tightened around him. Itll work out. Well find a solution.

Maybe. los puffed, feeling his sweat dry on his bare skin. Weve lost so many people. So many promising young adventurers gone to these things. I dont know if therell be much of a country left if we dont.

We will, Alia promised, kissing him.

And a few days later, they did.

*****

To sum it up, Cylvania will shatter in a matter of years if this keeps going, King Garamundi said, leaning over the table, his gut spreading out around the edge. Eyes harder than flint flicked around the seven spaces of the table, and as they passed over los the Kings lips twisted in the way they always did.

The son of a bitch still doesnt trust . Never will, los smiled back, keeping cool, keeping cool. Unconsciously he reached out, rubbed Alia between the shoulderblades. His wife leaned back into it, but flicked her eyes his way, with what he called her srs bznss look.

And yes, it was, but whatever. The Seven gathered at this table had overco every difficulty thrown their way. This one would be no different.

Garamundi pointed at the map, moving his finger from the foothills in the north, to the spine of the Wintersgate Mountains curving it to the south as he went. Were mostly stable along the axis, here. Weve got Taylors Delve holding the Thundering Pass, against the worst of the orc incursions. And the more ambitious Canites, for that matter. Balmors anchored the north. Weve got the center, but he gestured to the Raxin plains, and drew his finger east. Past Brokeshale Valley, past the steppes, and out all the way to Bharstool. Theyre coming west, the king sighed. Theyve cracked the riddle of guilds, theyre not sharing, and theyre coming west, armies spearheaded by loyal troops who no one else in Disland can match.

Even so, even with various movent buffs, theyre still decades off, Graham said. Why are you saying years? Graham was handso. Graham dressed immaculately. Grahams silver tongue had talked the Seven out of many an unwinnable crisis over the course of their adventures. Grahams charisma was very high

but Graham, sadly, had never bothered grinding his intelligence, much. los shot Alia a glance, and she rolled her eyes in response, then glanced back to the King. Sire? Care to explain it?

Garamundi shook his head, and drew his finger west, naming each land his finger crossed. Nevergreen. Lower Derope. Canticle. Kai-tan, the Wicked City. And thats BEFORE you get into the Brokecrown Borderlands. None of them can stand against Bharstool without a miracle, they WONT work together, and all the refugees and fleeing monsters from those nations are going to co west. Were the gate between eastern and western Disland. Us. Theyre going to flood through the passes, and we dont have the numbers to stop them.

Im not so sure I like this talk about stopping refugees, Rezzak spoke up, the angelic-sealed rings on his hands glittering as he gestured. The man was partially deaf so whenever he spoke, his hands did too. Initially, it had annoyed the hell out of los, along with his sanctimonious attitude but the man walked the walk, and held himself to the sa standards as he did the rest of the world. los could respect that.

Hell, its not like he was a nurphite.

Garamundi leaned back, folded his hands across his ample belly. The refugees, per se, arent the problem. Any ruler with brains enough to blow their nose sees the opportunity there. They co bearing wealth, looking for work, and desperate enough to settle in bad areas. Refugees are GOOD. But along with them, co the things that prey on them. Bandits. Warlords. Folks who survived the Bharstool battles and now might see our land as easy pickings which it is. He sighed and started pointing to the smaller settlents. The harvestlands to the east and west of Cylvania City are easy pickings. Were already having problems enough keeping goblins and roaming monsters out. And once they go, it doesnt matter how high the walls along our larger settlents, because we wont have the food to survive at a size large enough to stand against conquerors. And then theres the monsters. Jane?

The group looked to its most silent mber. Hair jagged and black as her body suit, eyes narrowed, Just Jane stared back for a few seconds, before the assassin-turned-ninja found her voice.

Privately, los thought it was cute and squeaky. Not that hed ever tell her that. She was moody and sensitive, and had this trick with pressure points that hurt quite a lot.

The Agents of the Nevergreen told that the Bharstoi are pillaging every dungeon in every conquered land and sealing them. They often do not bother to slay the monsters they evict, instead driving them from their lands."

"And since all lands east of them are THEIR lands, that ans the monsters go west. And they have a trail of refugees to follow and eat, right up until theyll get to our doorstep. So yes. Years, King Garamundi said, mopping his forehead with a royal handkerchief. Im hoping, Im really hoping, that you can help co up with a solution. Now, not years down the road, because when the first waves hit? Theyll only get bigger, and well have less and less ti to do anything but deal with them.

The eight of them stared at the map.

Do the dwarves know what is to co? Sabi said, the silks of her headdress twisting as she looked from the map to their King. The ribbons woven through her hair glead bright red against her dusky skin. Shed co to Cylvania as a refugee herself, dragged along by parents fleeing the echoes of a nasty religious war. los had initially had a thing with her, but it hadnt worked out. Date a fire elentalist, get burned, he thought to himself with a chuckle. Then Alia rubbed his shoulder and he let the old mix of regret and sha go. If it hadnt ended so badly then, he wouldnt have it so good now.

The dwarves do, actually, ca a calm voice from the end of the table. The entire group turned to stare as Grissle rose, his gaunt and withered fra creaking as he leaned on his cane. Ive been in touch with their Delvers society.

The Delvers. Those rabble rousers? Garamundi frowned.

An undeserved reputation. So rail against the King, its true. But the wiser among them have been researching the changeover, as have I. Grissles white hair was plastered to his scalp with sweat. So diseases, not even oracles can cure, los knew. It ate at his guts, caused Grissle pain every minute of the day. Which was why the man had stepped back from active duty with the Seven, and taken on the responsibility of supporting them. Hed made most of their magical gear, including the black iron armor los wore at this very minute. The wizard and enchanter pointed with a shaking hand. Theyve closed Badgerdoom.

Really? Alia leaned forward. They finally got around to doing sothing about the badger swarms?

Oh yes. And they have been experinting with the dungeon core. Grissles wet small, tongue licked out and moistened his lips. Their findings match my own. The arrays, the sorting, were seeing the sa patterns. The universe, laid out in a nurical code, the very secrets the gods once kept from us laid bare before-

Is this getting to a point? los said. Grissle had a tendency to go on, until he reached jargon levels that could put the most patient of n to sleep. And los had never been very patient to start with.

Watery brown eyes found his own. For a second los toyed with turning on his fear aura, shot down the idea as soon as it crossed his mind. Yes, Grissle said. I think I can use the dungeon cores to protect us from the incoming waves.

So the damn things would actually have a use? Alia said. Thats good. Id hate to think weve been collecting them just to take them out of circulation.

los wife was an enchanter herself. Shed tried to teach him the art, but he found it boring.

Oh, theyve got a use, all right. Co and see!

What?

Weve got one set up in the lab right now.

We? los asked.

Oh yes! Once we realized we were getting the sa information, we decided to pool our resources. The three most promising apprentices from the Delver Society are my guests at the minute. And yesterday we made a huge breakthrough.

So thats what those little bastards are about! King Garamundi laughed. I wondered why there were dwarves wandering around my castle and eating my food.

Gris? Alia asked, looking pensively at the old wizard, exactly what is it youve got in the labs, right now?

If Im right? Grissle bead a thin-lipped smile, the key to protecting our holand. Forever!

*****

Im sorry, whats that word you just said? los asked, blinking down at the small, incredibly well-dressed dwarf.

Im a Pygmalion, she said, tossing her elegantly-braided hair.

And beside her, five stone statues of her did the exact sa thing. Which was disconcerting, because their hair was carved from sothing that really wasnt supposed to be that flexible.

Its an animator, model blend, Alia said, smiling down at her. Im surprised. Most dwarves dont go in for the model job.

Yeah, well, its that diet thing that does most of them in. And a lot of my kin think its foolish and wasteful. She snorted, and leaned back in her chair, crossing one perfectly-shaven stumpy leg. Its their own fault if they dont want in on these buffs.

No kidding, Graham said, running an appreciative eye up and down her miniskirted figure.

Reign it in. Rember, youre no Bard, Grissle joked. Then he pointed at the apparatus spread out around the room. Shes the key to this whole affair.

What affair? los asked.

All my copies act and think as I do, Brin the Pygmalion explained. So if you stick one of them in a dungeon masters slot, it will act like I would, and run a dungeon like I would.

Grissle nodded. There are flaws. The uplink-

The what now? Rezzak asked.

The green pillar prevents her from communicating with her copies like she normally could.

So theyre on their own initiative. But since Im all for helping you guys, thats all well and good. Brin smiled up at the humans surrounding her.

And your friends? los glanced over at the other two dwarves. One younger male in a blue robe, who spent most of his ti gawping at them, and blinking behind his beard. And an elderly one, wearing light plate mail, who glared at los with disgust.

Theres always one of those bastards.

Im er, Im Ragnor. Said the younger one. Im a wizard, here to study the, er, the artifacts

The cores, The older one said. Which Ive provided from my personal collection.

His voice Youre Ambersand, los realized.

You are serious? Sabi said, eyes widening over her veil. The Ambersand? Savior of Gerdland? Ravager of the Gnolls and the Voids?

The dwarfs gaze softened as he looked upon her. Aye. Though that was a bit ago. He coughed. Before the changeover.

Old school. Whoa. Graham said. So what was that whole thaco thing about, anyway?

Ambersand chuckled. Well, ysee, it was this backwards scale, where plate was a three, and leather was a seven, and you had to-

Oh dont get him started, Brin said. Or hell be going on about saving rods, staves, and wands.

Throws, ya wax-legged wastrel! Ye saved yer throws! Ambersand yelled.

Please Grissle said, lifting a finger.

Sorry. The elderly dwarf cleared his throat.

Anyway look. Its easier if I show you, Grissle said, moving to what looked all the world like a throne, emblazoned with arcane sigils, that matched the tal pillars around the laboratory. Copper tubes trailed from the throne, stretching out to wrap around the various pillars. Brin? Column one, if you please.

Smiling, the little Pygmalion went over to the tal column, and put her hand on the pillar. Purple and green light glittered as she cupped the hollow top of it.

Thats the Dungeon Core, Jane rasped. From Joculahs.

Yes. And with so alignnt Grissle shifted levers, adjusted sliders, and stabbed a finger down onto the thrones buttons. There.

The remaining six of the Seven tensed, as darkness surrounded them, with green numbers flashing above. Sound faded away, and once more they were in that darkling place between the worlds. The dwarves watched, the younger in awe, taking notes on a parchnt, and the elder with wary caution.

Brin, for her part, was enclosed within seconds by a green column. The tal pillar vanished, and she stood there, a beatific look on her face.

All save for one patch of white light, that coalesced to reveal the laboratory. The entire room is now enclosed, the space replaced by our dungeon, Grissle happily pointed out. Its filling the entire lower level of the castle, all of my labs. Although it neednt. He adjusted spinners and sliders, and as they watched, the perspective through the doorway out shrunk, until the space grew thinner, distorted. A person could easily step outside, and get back to the real world. The dungeons a re few inches thick right now. But we wont send a person out, no. He waved to one of Brins statues. The number two, please.

The statue roused itself, and walked out through the doorway, its own form distorting briefly, then it was through.

Once shes got her hands on the second core, and willing it to activation Grissle smiled. Ah yes, there we go! A rune on the throne lit up, and he threw a lever.

Abruptly, the light from the exit changed. He fiddled with the dials and sliders again, and space straightened out

revealing the laboratory beyond, and a door in the middle of it, showing a flickering green space.

Wonder stirred in los mind. Youve found a way to nest a dungeon within a dungeon.

Oh yes. And by itself thatd be a century or three of study, Grissles voice was smug. But its the ability to adjust and shape the amount of space that the dungeon occupies that makes it useful for the Kings purposes.

Explain. Alia said.

Dungeons always have one entrance, dont they? Grissles tongue wet his lips. And they block off all the space they occupy absolutely no way to enter it, save through the entrance. So what if what if we surrounded our land with a wall of dungeons?

Youd need a lot of dungeons, Alia shook her head. And whats to stop our enemies from entering them and closing them her eyes went wide. except that you can put the entrance to each dungeon inside another dungeon!

Inside the main one, Grissle smiled. And thanks to your retrieval of a Rank five dungeon core, its just big enough that I can stretch it out to cover the entire Kingdom.

Wait, whoa, youd turn our land into a dungeon? Graham said. Not sure if thats a good idea.

A dungeon with nothing in its own main pillars! Grissle snapped. No bosses, no mobs, nothing spawning. He grimaced. Which is good, because as diffused as it would be, it would be a dungeon in na only. The pillars would react weirdly. No, the master dungeon would just be there to control the others, allow them to be nested. And once nested He grinned, and manipulated dials. And through the doorway into the lab that was now a dungeon, the space in the OTHER doorway distorted. I can spread THEM out, too. Shape them into a barrier.

Rezzak rubbed his chin. How many? How many cores, all told?

It varies. Seventeens optimal. You could do it with one, but there would be side effects. Rezzak sighed.

What are the downsides? los asked.

Mm. well The problem arises that its a little hard on the slaved cores. Theyre not ant to be used this way. So theyd need replacing on a regular basis. But since were not planning to keep the dungeon wall up permanently, this isnt a real issue. Just shut down the cores in sequence, swap out any damaged ones, and off we go. He chuckled, and pointed at the loot pillars spread throughout the room. Ive placed the core pylons in synched locations to the loot pillars. If one blew, in a pinch, itd be the simplest of matters to go and swap one out. Even a monkey could do it. Thatd be a little rough on the control throne, though, so you dont want to do it too often.

This is good, Alia nodded. The King needs to see this.

Im glad we agree, Grissle rasped, the smile stretching his face. As legacies go, itll be a good one for to leave to the kingdom"