Teemos off making more shortcuts, and catching up with the other scions. Hes understandably confused when he ets Rocky.
Uh Boss? Whats with the zombie scion? I chuckle to myself. Hes a boxer! Which is a kind of martial artist that specializes in punches. The gloves are to help them not kill each other when they fight. I want him to be my first actual fighting scion. I nad him Rocky because I expect hes going to be knocked down and get back up a lot.
Teemo just gives the zombie a weird look as it chews on its wooden mouth guard. Well he calls you Coach. Hah, thats great. Is he happy with what Ive been having him do?
My Voice nods. Yeah, he seems to enjoy it. He seems a bit more on the ball than Id expect a zombie to be. I an, hes about on the sa ntal level as Jello, but zombies and slis arent really known for thinking, Boss. Glad hes enjoying it. Maybe its my weird thinking thats making them have to adjust? Who knows.
Teemo continues on his way, and Rocky continues to practice his punches and footwork. Hes still pretty awkward, but Im not disappointed. He still hasnt gotten a title for being a boxer yet, so I can hardly expect him to be in top form. The other scions all seem to react similarly to Teemo being my Voice. They chat, and I can only get impressions of what theyre saying, though Teemo can translate. They all want to know if theyre doing well, and I assure them they are. I ask if they like their roles, and they all do. Coda is especially happy to be working in the mines, too. He was worried I had forgotten or abandoned him, so hes glad to be able to contribute. Hes also apparently started calling The Foreman, which is kinda cool.
Eventually, morning rolls around, and Aranya returns to her bed near the core, and I ask Teemo to go hang out with her like promised. She starts off laying on the worshipfulness pretty thick, but Teemos pretty quick to shut that down. Shes my High Priestess, she doesnt need to bow and scrape. Not that I want anyone else to, but if Im supposed to be in charge, I get to decide how my direct underlings act towards .
She asks about the mysteries of creation, of my grand plans for the world, that sort of thing. Teemos a bit too happy to burst her bubble about that, but I did ask him to help keep grounded. He tells her I dont know any mysteries of creation, which I kinda do, but only in laws of physics that may or may not still apply. He tells her I dont have any grand plans, which I dont. The closest thing I have to a plan is that I want to get the tunnels and crypt complex in better shape, then probably expand downward again. Theres a lot of connecting tunnels, so there shouldnt be another earthquake I hope.
She asks about , and Im honestly not sure what to tell her. She asks why I saved her, which is at least easier to answer. She was in trouble, so I helped. She asks about the delvers and why I treat them like I do, which leads to a technical discussion about mana inco, and so basics of economics and psychology, and her recollections of the legends of her people. Teemo is looking a bit overwheld by so of it, and when Aranya interrupts herself with a big yawn, I tell Teemo to go ahead and tell her to sleep. Well have plenty of ti to talk about stuff.
Im glad Teemo and the other scions dont seem to need to actually sleep nor do my denizens, which is convenient. Sure, they sotis do anyway, but thats more them not having anything to do, rather than an actual need.
While I just let my attention wander, I feel a familiar pair of feet at my manor gate. Hey Teemo. Elf Guys here. The rat perks up at that, and grins. Now, be nice, Teemo. Or at least dont be an. I like him, but that mostly ans Im comfortable ribbing him so, heh. Looks like hes not talking into a rock either. Maybe hes here on a normal delve?
While I muse, Teemo moves. I even get an idea, and tell the rafters aranea to prepare a special quest for Tarl. He looks almost relaxed, yet eager at the sa ti, as he approaches the porch, though he looks a bit confused at the rough wooden sign hanging near the bulletin board. His confusion only peaks when he hears a voice.
Well, well, well if it isnt the only delver Ive ever attacked. Hello Elf Guy, says Teemo, hidden under the boards of the porch. Tarl has his dagger out in a flash, and is looking around. Looks like Teemo has gotten better at hiding, because it doesnt look like Tarl knows where he is.
Whos there?! Are you one of the Ratkin? he demands, his eyes darting around. Probably should dial it back a little, Teemo. I get the feeling hes had so bad experiences with dungeons surprising him. My rat scion actually giggles before speaking again.
Settle down, Elf Guy. I only took one of your hp anyway. A small price to pay to rember to make sure the encounter is over before looting, right? Tarl looks more confused, before he puts together whos talking. His sharp look quickly falls flat. He keeps looking around, but theres a lot less urgency to it now.
Ah the rat scion. I probably shouldnt be surprised youre the Voice. With a laugh, Teemo hops up on the porch railing, letting the elf get a good look at him. Probably the most practical choice, really, says the delver, peering at my rat. I doubt theres anywhere in the dungeon you cant quickly get to. And youd get people to drop their guard or at least get fools to drop their guard. He straightens himself and sheaths his dagger.
Im here as an ordinary delver, dungeon, he starts, only for Teemo to interrupt.
Thedeim.
What?
Thats the Boss na. Thedeim.
Tarls eyes widen at that. Its already chosen a na for itself?
Himself, and yeah.
The elven delver absently reaches into his pocket, before rembering he doesnt have his little note rock, and shakes his head to clear it. Right, normal delver. On vacation, not on a quest he says almost to himself, then focuses on Teemo again. Does the dun- er Thedeim have anything he wishes to say?
Teemo simply smiles and nods at the rough wooden sign. He thinks you might like that quest.
Fight Rocky
Whos Rocky?
Teemo laughs again. Go to the central mausoleum in the graveyard. Hell et you there. With that, my Voice vanishes down a shortcut, leaving Tarl to try to decide what to do. Im pretty sure hell go do it. I havent done anything to actually harm him before. Tiny has beaten him in the maze, but thats about it. With a sigh, he nods, though he doesnt imdiately head for the graveyard. Instead, he heads around back to gather a few herbs, and once he notices the garden in the belfry has been upgraded, he enjoys himself through the house and the boss fight to get to the roof, to look at whats up there, too.
He gathers a few clippings, but he doesn't seem interested in getting a full plant for himself. I imagine hes probably traveling most of the ti, so he cant exactly keep his house plants watered. I wonder if he makes potions, or maybe even poisons. Either way, hes taking his ti and enjoying a delve, and Im enjoying the mana. I can throw my strongest stuff at him in small numbers, and keep him busy enough to have fun, but not in any real danger of being overwheld. I feel like Im a thrill park, but you stab the attractions, instead of riding them around whipping corners and massive drops.
Im not worried about him taking his ti, though. It gives Rocky ti to get into position, and to practice his ducking and weaving so more. Eventually, though, Tarl walks into the mausoleum, and Rocky spots him. My zombie stops chewing on his mouth guard and instead slots it between his rotten teeth like hes supposed to. He hits his gloves together and does a few jabs to declare his intention, and Tarl just looks confused.
A zombie scion? What did you you actually want to fight it? Teemos not there, but Tarl is smart, he can figure it out. After a few monts, he shrugs, and draws his blade. Alright. Lets see what weirdness youve co up with this ti.
He approaches slowly, and Rocky keeps his attention on him. Hes got his dukes up as proper as I can tell, but thisll be the first real test of not only how well boxing theory translates into boxing practice, but also how well Rocky can actually work in this role. Tarl is wary. He doesnt know what kind of fighting style Rocky is using, and hes been in enough fights to know a new style can really throw you for a loop. He tries a simple slash, which Rocky jukes to the side to avoid, and counters with a decent body blow.
Tarl takes the shot with a grunt and backs off, but Rocky quickly moves forward. Atta boy, Rocky! Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee! Of course, Tarl is way more agile than my boxer, so he gets away, but it takes a bit more effort than he seems to have expected.
Hows a zombie move like that?! he grumbles before moving back in. The two exchange blows, and I can see the flaws in Rockys defense, though Im confident itll work well enough with practice. He can handle slices on his arms as he protects his body, and his counters are nice and quick. Its almost like the boxing stance is a ti-tested way to fight.
Tarl backs up again, sporting a few bruises now, and Rocky has so decent cuts and stabs. Did you actually make a zombie monk? Hes good in lee, but hows he handle ranged? Windblade! Rocky ducks to the side, and weaves to the other to avoid a second. Then he grunts with an uppercut, and a line of embers trails behind his gloved fist, blocking the third windblade.
With fla affinity? Uh yeah, Im with Tarl here. Whered you get fla affinity, Rocky? No, youre not in trouble, Im just surprised. Maybe I can start thinking a bit more Street Fighter than Eye of the Tiger.
Shadow Blade! Rocky hunkers down, protecting himself as best he can, but I think all three of us knew who was going to be winning this fight from the start. Ya done good, Rock. Thats just round one. Take a breather and well work on how the fight went once you respawn.
Tarl is looking pretty pleased with himself. I wonder how much xp he got from that? Your first boss scion? Id have never expected sothing like this which I probably should have expected from you. Ill be done with my vacation next week, and then itll be ti for another inspection, I think. The guild still needs to make official contact with your dwellers, too.
He heads for the cetery exit, and even nods at Grim as he spots him, then pauses before leaving. Keep surprising , Thedeim. I had a good feeling about you from the start.
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