Blake sat outside the Prospector's Guild on a stolen chair eating stolen rations. He designed and sotis created with True Making, restoring himself to a full complent of deadly constructs.
"I have finished identifying and listing the full assortnt of items taken from the engineers, Master. Do you want to describe them for you?" Navi smiled with her customary pleasure, and Blake returned it.
"Not now, thank you Navi. You can rest for a little while."
His familiar closed into a sphere and floated over Blake's shoulder in a kind of 'passive' mode. Annie waited beside him in her new, constant state of silent watching, as if nothing in the world mattered.
Pliny chittered and muttered to himself in the corner, making a small pile of loot from the Prospector's and seeming to try and build sothing using mostly garbage. Blake was beginning to worry he was a little more on the 'mad' side of 'mad genius'.
But he supposed he did find him as a living dead creature in a pit.
Finally the dungeon entrance glowed with energy, and Phuong and the others ca out one by one. All were alive. All were blood soaked and looked beat to shit.
"Blake." Phuong smiled when he saw him and bowed slightly. Then his blue sword materialized in his hand as his quick eyes found Pliny.
"No violence, please. That one's with ," Blake explained as he stood with an easy smile. "I'm glad to see you, friends. Can I assu you were successful?"
"We were, Patron," Seul-ki ca forward and bowed, and Blake fought the urge to go forward and take her in his arms. "The dungeon triggered so kind of self-destruct. We barely escaped in ti."
"And it buried all the damn loot!" The big Scot, John, kicked a rock halfway across the hall and glowered. "What a bloody useless waste."
"We gained much experience, and escaped with all our lives," Phuong said patiently. "That is far better than a useless waste, Mr. Mcgregor."
"I know, I know," said the Scot, shaking his head. "Curse those bastards, though."
The players' eyes soon found Blake's many constructs, including his walking cargo.
"Looks like you lot had better luck," said John.
"Where is Master Mason?" Phuong asked, his eyes a bit too cunning and distrusting for Blake's taste. He t the skepticism with a concerned frown, knowing he would quickly send the swordsman to distraction.
"Rebecca was badly hurt. Mason took her back on his own." He didn't bother adding 'and Annie and I sat here, rather bored, waiting for you'.
Phuong's face dropped as expected, his concern for the girl obvious. "Should we go back? Or wait for Mason and finish the last dungeon?"
"You should go back," Blake said instantly. "The goblins aren't going anywhere. We'll have plenty of ti to deal with them once we're rested."
Phuong nodded and seed ready to go, then stopped with a squint. "You said 'you' should go back. Are you not coming with us?"
Blake shook his head. This was the tricky bit, but he had been lying all his life and it ca just as easily now. It was for their own good. If they'd seen the demons like he had, they'd understand.
"There's still more valuables to collect in the Engineering wing. I need to sort through it, then I'll make more transports and bring it all to Nassau. But don't worry about , I'll be fine."
Phuong watched Blake a bit too closely for comfort, but seed to accept this. "Thank you for waiting to speak with us. If the way is clear, we'll head back to Nassau."
"Quite clear," Blake said, waiting for the players to start moving before he cleared his throat and made a decision.
"Seul-ki—why don't you co with and Annie? I'm sure the others can find their way. We wouldn't mind a little more company."
The other players looked surprised, but not overly. Seul-ki and Phuong exchanged a glance, then the Korean nodded and stepped aside, and the other players went on their way with a few brief, exhausted goodbyes.
When they were all gone for several minutes, Blake pushed through the awkwardness and moved closer until his arms were around Seul-ki, and she was clutching him almost desperately.
"I have missed you," she said, and he decided it was genuine. He also noticed she was trembling with fatigue, and he created her a small couch and shared his stolen food and drink. She accepted all gratefully and lay down, loosening her uncomfortable bindings and closing her eyes as she curled against the cushions.
He let her sleep awhile, then when she woke and t his eyes he pursed his lips and sighed.
"We aren't returning to Nassau," he explained.
She watched him, then looked at Annie’s stone-cold expression. But she said nothing.
"We're bringing the goblin wizards to the orc towers to my ally there. I'm going to force a kind of partnership. I don't know if it’ll last forever, but I think it will last awhile. Then I'll slowly bring Mason around. Perhaps all three races can live in a kind of peace."
"I trust your judgnt," was all she said after a little delay. Blake smiled.
"I've missed you too," he said, and sat next to her on the couch. With a final glance at Annie she ended her magical disguise, revealing the beautiful woman he'd very nearly co to love, at least in his own bizarre, broken orphan-boy, post-apocalyptic kind of way.
Slowly, they ca together and held on again, until their lips finally brushed and they kissed softly for a little while.
“Don’t mind her,” he whispered, referring to Annie. “She’s loyal, and sothing…changed her, in the Maker’s hall. She’s not so different than my constructs now. We’ll have to work on that but now isn’t the ti.”
Seul-ki said nothing, and showed no judgnt. Blake ran a finger down her cheek.
"I have a lot to tell you," he said, thinking of Ilya and the demons, of his own changes and his adapting, endless plans.
She listened quietly to everything, including his relationship with the orc, his fear of things far worse than orcs and goblins, and his goal of changing the very nature of the ga.
He felt rather exhausted by the end, and Seul-ki smiled and lowered him down to lie beside her on the couch, just resting in her arms.
"Fate brought us together in that cage," she said. "I suspected it at first. But now I am certain."
"Oh?" Blake said noncommittally, not entirely sure what she ant.
"I have never wished to lead," she explained. "My father had no sons and...it's what he expected of as the oldest. To make decisions, to take over the family business. But I never wanted it. He was a great man and it was my honor to help him, as it is my honor to help you. Do you understand?"
Blake nodded, knowing Seul-ki's family was a very sensitive subject.
"I'll try to deserve your loyalty." He t Seul-ki's eyes and kissed her lips again. "But rember the rules. And please tell if I'm behaving..." he glanced at the frozen, silent Annie, and the goblin still in the corner of the room, oblivious and tinkering with nonsense. "...well. If I'm losing my mind."
Seul-ki looked at him as if the question was completely serious, and Blake realized it was. She nodded as if she'd accepted so solemn oath, then they both closed their eyes.
Blake activated Dream Walk, rising above himself into the dark canopy of the power to look for the twinkling stars of his unconscious allies. He was going to go back to the goblins soon and speed up his tiline. But first he had one more job to do.
* * *
Mason knew he was dreaming when Blake found him this ti.
"Rebecca made it," he said, pushing the logs on his imaginary fire with his imaginary stick. The smoke rose up through the natural chimney of his cave, and he gestured for Blake to sit.
"You're a very simple man, brother." Blake shook his head as he inspected the plain stone walls. "A fire and so solitude. Is that the height of your ambitions?"
"Pretty much. But I'd miss my girls."
Blake snorted and sat. "Phuong and the others beat their dungeon. No losses. They're on their way ho now."
Mason grinned, proud of them all. "We still need to finish the job. Whoever's keen and healthy when they get back, I'll gather them up and we'll go. You want to just stay there?"
"I don't think that's wise."
Mason just raised an eyebrow, waiting for the explanation.
"They looked...exhausted, and injured. Annie was pretty hurt, too, and I'm not sure what that prestige class did to her. Not everyone is a murder-machine like you, Mason. They need downti. So interaction. A minute to rember they're human beings and not goblin slaughtering savages."
Mason winced because he knew it was true. But most soldiers in human history had to go through more and for longer before they got leave. The tutorial wasn't exactly boot camp, and they would all have to toughen up sooner or later.
"Give them a few days, that's all," Blake said. "Between the trips back and forth and all the fighting, they need it. Then you'll be knee deep in goblin blood again in no ti."
Mason waved a hand in surrender. "Fine. A few days. Anyway I found so kind of...elf woman when I...teleported. Jesus I hate saying these things out loud. Anyway she's asked for our help, so I'll do that while I wait."
"Let guess." Blake grinned. "This elf woman is a walking sex dream with pointy ears."
"She's old." Mason rolled his eyes. "And trust , I do not need more won in my life. It's already turning into chaos."
Blake laughed and shook his head, and Mason had to admit the reversal was kind of amusing.
"I can't believe you did this sort of thing for fun. I don't know what the hell I'm doing."
"I didn't either, really. But you have to admit, it's not terrible."
Blake wiggled his eyebrows, and Mason wanted to punch that punchable face but couldn't help but grin.
"No. It's not terrible."
They sat and watched the fire for a little while, until Blake sighed and looked ready to go.
"I've managed to collect a huge pile of tech from the engineers, so I've kept Seul-ki and we'll just go through it all. I won't bother coming back." Mason was about to say that wasn't a great idea when Blake raised his hands. "It's fine, all the goblins are gone, and the few that are left are all bunkered down and terrified. I have my constructs. So don't worry. If you take too long, I'll just co back."
Mason didn't much like it but losing Blake to that tower had changed things. He knew his brother could handle himself now, and he had to trust him to keep doing it.
"Alright," he said finally. "But Dream Walk again if there's any issues. I'm sure you'll find soone asleep. We'll be back as soon as possible."
"No rush." Blake stretched as he stood. He seed not to move for a little while, and Mason finally looked away from the fire to et his brother's eyes.
Blake's expression seed a bit pensive, like maybe he wanted to say sothing, but then he smiled and winked and was back to his usual self.
"Enjoy a few nights with your girls, yeah? You don't have to solve every problem in the world. You worry too much."
Mason nodded, supposing that was true. "The paranoid survive," he muttered, and as ever he felt the clock ticking.
But he did need to spend patron points, and see the crafters, and the mine, and...when he blinked Blake was gone, and the dream's intensity faded until Mason's eyes drifted again.
Blake was right, it could all wait, at least until morning...
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