Chapter 4: The Tools of Success (1/2)
Viv, or the newly minted Princess Bob depending on whom you asked, woke up to a notification and a headache.
You are suffering from mild mana poisoning.
“Well, good morning to you too, twat.”
The fever was back with a vengeance. She used a little bit of water to clean her face and armpits, visited the women’s room (it really was), and managed to force down some of the travel rations by holding water in her mouth and suckling on a brick like a baby cow. She was not feeling hungry yet. Mostly because of nausea.
It did not take long to retrace her steps. There had been no roaming Necrarchs yesterday, but that was no reason to lower her guard. She made sure to look at nearby passages even if Solfis had said they were clear. The Necrarchs might only come out to play at night but perhaps a snack was worth a minor sunburn.
The return to the base happened without incident. With a clear goal, everything became smoother.
//GOOD MORNING, YOUR GRACE!
“And to you too, Solfis.”
The mighty construct was still standing. The yellow eyes turned to her.
//THIS UNIT HAS CALCULATED THE BEST WAY FOR US TO SURVIVE. THIS UNIT IS ECSTATIC TO INFORM YOU THAT THE ODDS SURPASS 37%!
“Yeah I’m ecstatic alright.”
//YOUR ELATION PLEASES THIS UNIT.
//EMPATHY EXPRESSED, RETURNING TO MAIN OBJECTIVE.
//YOUR GRACE, THE CITY OF HARRAK IS CURRENTLY SATURATED WITH BLACK MANA TO THE EXCLUSION OF EVERY OTHER TYPE.
//THE MANA CONCENTRATION WILL KILL YOU WITHIN FOUR DAYS.
//YOU WILL BE RENDERED UNCONSCIOUS WITHIN THREE DAYS AND A HALF.
“What?!”
She brought up her interface.
Current status:
Mana distribution:
Current attunement: 0.31%
“Is it related to my mana distribution?”
//YES. THIS UNIT WILL EXPLAIN LATER.
//FOR NOW, YOU MUST GATHER SUPPLIES AND LEAVE THE SITE OF THE CATACLYSM TO SLOW DOWN YOUR IMPENDING DOOM.
“Okay.”
//THERE SHOULD BE EVERYTHING YOU NEED IN THE BARRACKS AND ARMORY OF THE ENGINEERS’ QUARTERS.
“Would that be on the right when I exit?”
//CORRECT.
Solfis gave her a few more indications before she left.
The engineers’ quarters used to house the many crews responsible for golem assembly, repair, and maintenance. They were squat stone blocks stuck together with a low ceiling and a reinforced armature which was visible from the outside. There used to be a blue and red subsection. The distinction could no longer be seen.
Viv wondered if the city was once filled with vibrant colors and if the black mana had devoured dyes with the same gluttony it had demonstrated for lives, or if the dust and frigid wind had done it.
The main door was locked tight and would not budge, but she easily found a shattered window with bars that crumbled under her fingers on the side facing the pyramid. She had a way in.
The first room she found herself in had been some sort of office. The friable husk of a wooden desk sat in a miserable pile and bone crumbled under her feet, the lack of soles making the experience that much more macabre. The doors on the inside had been wood as well. They fell apart in her hands.
Light proved an issue once again when she made her way through the tight, empty corridors. Solfis had been unable to provide her with a light source. There were portable lamps inside his bunker, but they had all been mana-powered and the enchantments had long faded. The same was true for torches, not that there was an overabundance of flammable material to start with. Rotten wood would not help her there.
Her solution was to circle around and open all the doors she could find. There were a surprising amount of openings and the visibility finally improved. She found a mess hall with upper windows covered in too much dust to afford proper visibility. She also found her first bodies.
The base had been host to golems from the get-go, so the undead infesting the city had not managed to get their filthy claws on the remains of the garrison. The bodies were laid where they had been working or resting, still well conserved after so many years. They looked like mummies, some of them still having hair stuck to their dry scalps. A good portion of them were women, she thought, from the body structures. The engineers wore uniforms like flight suits while tatters still clung to officers, nurses, and cooks.
The dormitory was a graveyard.
She silently moved from chest to chest, finding half of them unlocked. There were bodies on the beds and others sitting around tables. A few were on the very ground, struck as they were moving.
The presence of so many remains affected her and she stopped and clasped her hands.
“Gods of this world, please welcome these poor souls in the afterlife of their faith, because they sure as hell did not deserve this. Thank you.”
There was no response this time either. That was fine. The simple gesture would preserve her and the dead person’s humanity, despite the indignity of it all.
At least, her treasure hunt was bearing fruits.
[Old Empire Home Guard backpack: this herma backpack used to have a resistance enchantment, now faded. The Home Guard consisted of citizens and non-combat personnel, trained to hold the line against surprise monster incursions, until dedicated troops could join the fray.]
Herma evoked the image of cotton in her mind, though she knew that it was an equivalent, not the same plant. One more weird thing to add to the pile.
The chest and the multiple layers of walls had left this one mostly intact. It was a bit dry, but still serviceable. She also found a thin rope, a fancy lighter made of silver that could only produce sparks and — marvel of marvels — a pair of boots her size. Those were just a bit too dry and she had to use some twine she had found to tie them properly around her ankles.
The best find was a nice dagger with a blade that still shone. It had been in a sheath on the desk of a larger office at the back of the structure, next to a corpse wearing a cape.
[Faded Old Empire Veteran Dagger (enchanted): those weapons were badges of office granted to career officers after a life of service. They were proof of competence and dedication, and their owners were held in high regard.]
“Sorry friend, I need it more than you do. Rest in peace.”
Viv, tomb raider extraordinaire. Exploring empty cities. Apologizing to mummies.
Well, at least things were better now.
Her last stop was the armory. It was set in the deepest part of the structure behind a protective layer of metal bars. She found the keys on the desk of a dead woman, her hand still clutching two metal needles and a ratty scarf. The signs of humanity were starting to get to Viv again, so she hurried inside.
Wow.
There were weapon racks, armor stands, and various shelves filled with stuff as well. Most of the gear was dry and unusable but her attention zeroed on a few notable exceptions with intense greed.
[Faded cloak of camouflage of the Old Empire (enchanted)]
The fabric was light and it came with a hood and scarf that covered up her face and nose. The city was only mildly dusty, and she still had to silence a few sneezes during her exploration. The desert was bound to be worse. The cloak would help, even if the camouflage function no longer worked and the thing was now stuck to the same shade of grey and beige as everything else.
Actually, that would be camouflage. Huh.
More importantly, the thing had pockets. It was worth it just for that.
[Faded Elite Scout armor of the Old Empire (enchanted): lightweight armor worn by Elite Scout squad leaders in the heydays of the Old Empire. It still offers decent protection even though most of the enchantments focused on sneaking and aura camouflage.]
She hesitated for that one. She did not technically need protection. The Necrarchs could simply pull her head off. In the end, it was a deeply embedded notion of decency that motivated her to try it on. The skinsuit was very, very form-fitting. PG-13 at the very least.
She tried the armor on and that was it.
“I have never looked so cool in my entire life…” she whispered. Armani did not have a thing on whoever had designed that masterpiece. There was even a little skirt thing to cover her butt.
Unfortunately, there were no bracers or chin guards so she could not accessorize. Most of the armors had been basic and functional anyway. It was lucky that she found something not meant for the corps of engineers. Possibly some other unit passing by,
“Oooh, and what’s this?”
She found one last thing of interest. She did not need a sword, but there was a silvery staff hanging against the wall.
She grabbed it and pulled.
“Fuck!”
She dodged to the side as the thing fell on the ground with a thunderous clang. It was so freaking heavy, what?
[Faded infantry modular polearm shaft of the Old Empire (enchanted): this piece of equipment was reserved for the elite of the heavy infantry, and could accommodate a variety of heads depending on the type of foes faced]
What was it made of, depleted uranium?
Something shifted near the entrance.
Viv froze in her tracks. She had definitely heard something. Something had moved. Something heavy and solid had dragged itself against the wall or the floor. There was something moving around.
She packed all her stuff as silently as she could and stepped out of the armory. She was now facing towards the entrance of the base. The pyramid was forward and right. The barracks entrance, the bunker, and the hangar behind it were all directly to her left.
So was the source of the noise.
She peered into the darkness. There was nothing there. Only a straight corridor directly to the entrance hall which she had bypassed, passed a pair of ruined doors.
She squinted. Her eyes were not good enough, but she had another tool now.
[Ruined door of the Old Empire: a ruined door from—
Yeah I don’t need an in-depth explanation every time, take a hint, she thought.
[Broken glass]
[Dead person]
[Broken door handle]
[Necrarch millipede]
Fuck!
Ok ok, calm down. It was not moving. It was not moving now but it definitely reacted.
Need to get out.
Ok, retracing her steps may not be the best idea now that the thing possibly knew there was an intruder. She retreated into the armory and checked the windows, but they were narrow and very high.
With slow purpose, Viv moved to a nearby office with openings, keeping an eye on the empty corridor behind her.
She stepped and approached the most damaged bars. The mortar crumbled under her strength and the opening widened.
Something moved again.
Time slowed down. She moved with the strength of despair.
Two bars joined their brethren on the ground. She jumped through.
Behind, something moved like a freight train. Dust fell from the ceiling.
She stayed close to the wall and crawled away in silence. The thing passed by and she heard a distant hiss. It must have found the light. Silence returned to the facility.
Her heart finished playing a Metallica drum solo.
Fucking hell, she needed out. She continued along the wall and away from the creature. She sprinted to the entrance of the bunker.
She turned around. Through a gutted window, a myriad of beady red eyes watched her retreat.
//YOU HAVE RETURNED, YOUR GRACE.
“There is a fucking Necrarch in the barracks!”
//TAKE A DEEP BREATH, YOUR GRACE. YOU ARE UNHARMED AND I SEE THAT YOUR FORAY WAS SUCCESSFUL. WE WILL BE LONG GONE BY THE TIME IT COMES OUT TO HUNT.
“Yeah, yeah, ok.”
//EMPATHY EXPRESSED, RETURNING TO MAIN OBJECTIVE.
//YOU WILL NEED TO MAKE ME TRANSPORTABLE SO THAT WE CAN BOTH DEPART THIS PLACE.
Viv frowned a bit at that whole empathy thing. It sounded a bit condescending, as if the golem did it because it was indulging her weakness.
“How do I do that?”