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SSD 4.26 - In Person
🕑 Added 2022-10-08 05:17:20 +0000 UTCTook a little longer to get everything squared away with Covid making me very tired for weeks. And then my birthday was last month, too.
Plus, just busyness in general.
Still, you all came for a chapter, so here you go:
“No gift can ever replace the value of being there in person.”
—Denis Waitley
==Zidaun==
“That is not me,” I said, rising to my feet, followed by the others. “The dungeon apparently decided to show itself.”
I stopped creating my facsimile as stone gathered together into a now familiar shape. I could see Caden’s avatar, naked as ever, suddenly standing next to the forming statue. The statue acquired clothes before any of the sensitive details emerged, for which I gave an appropriate prayer of thanks. I had dealt with Gurek’s prurient teasing quite enough already.
The statue neared completion and Caden’s avatar stepped into in the same place as the statue.
It suddenly came to life.
Not literally, but the stone flesh animated in a way all his previous mobile statues had failed to do. For a moment Caden’s eyes widened, but the expression quickly passed and his lips quirked in a slow smirking smile. The left side of his mouth rose more than his right, exposing pearlescent stone teeth. Deep breaths moved Caden’s chest, and the unyielding firmness of stone gave way to the gentle moments of false flesh.
I could sense that Caden was still stone, but his stone body had gained depth. A depth that I could only sense for a moment; a shroud of mana cloaked him after a moment. If I couldn’t see the stone, he would feel like a normal person to my aura sense now.
His clothes would still give him away as someone unusual. He wore a simple green shirt with a pocket over one side, and his pants were made of a thick blueish material. Loops surrounded the waist line, while some kind of interlinked metal fastening and a button closed the front. Pockets and dark golden threading finished off the pants.
And he still wasn’t wearing shoes.
“Hello,” Caden said, his head tilting slightly to the side as he dipped it toward us in a nod.
His voice wasn’t something he could pass off as normal either. For all that he had managed to make his body move like flesh, it very much wasn’t. It sounded hollow and echoing, like it had come from inside the depths of a cave, which, considering he was made of stone… it essentially had. It wasn’t rough or hoarse, but it was profoundly unnatural.
“Caden,” I said, bowing. I gestured to my companions. “Allow me to introduce Gurek, Inda, and Firi.”
The others responded halfheartedly and their voices trailed off awkwardly.
Caden waited for a moment longer, he nodded again in a decisive manner and waved his hand at us.
“Goodbye,” he said, and the life left the statue as it started to sink back into the earth.
The others were quiet for a moment longer before Gurek exploded.
“I get that the Adar have their secrets, but why don’t any of you tell people that dungeons can think?” he said.
“Dungeons, are not usually… that,” I said. “People would try to negotiate with them. Countries would try to hold them hostage or apply pressure and they wouldn’t respond well.”
Gurek gestured to where the now absent Caden had stood.
“Sure, but that, him, we could communicate with! Or at least we will when he can speak properly. Why hide this secret?” He said.
“I have known about Caden for only days, Gurek! Are you expecting me to change the policy of my people for just this one dungeon?” I said.
“And why not, people deserve to know,” He said. “What if we could negotiate with this one? It might lead to negotiating with the rest. Maybe they don’t all need to be such enormous death traps.”
“Don’t you think you are overdoing it a little Gurek,” Inda said, her voice calm and soft. “There is no guarantee that could happen. We don’t even know if it would be good odds.”
“I’m tired of losing friends,” Gurek mumbled. “I’ve seen too many people go out and never come back. Sure, it doesn’t happen as often to people at our level, but it still happens.”
“Like you said though, it has gotten better for us.” Firi said. “We haven’t lost nearly as many people past a certain point.”
“Yeah?” Gurek said. “When was the last time Inda tutored a newbie, like she used to? I still remember when she joined the guild. She was strong for a newbie, well prepared.”
Inda had fallen silent, her face pale.
“I remember helping people out too for a while.” He said. “You’re the only who still teaches people, Firi, and I know you do that more through the church than the adventurer’s guild.” His voice turned gentle. “How many of the people you taught are still alive, Inda?”
“Two,” she whispered.
“And you tried to help, what, seventy people?” Gurek asked.
She gave a weak smile, “Fifty-four, actually.”
“I… didn’t keep trying to help for very long,” Gurek said. “They all died. I tried to help the ones who obviously needed it. The poor kids that didn’t have any other choices. Gods, I know each of us bought equipment for some of them so they didn’t have to go in with nothing better than a club. And how many of all those kids die? The survival rate for a newbie who isn’t a noble, or part of an adventuring family, to competent adventurer, is what, one in a hundred?”
“One in one hundred and twelve, actually. I am ahead of the odds, having helped two to get there.” Inda said with a small smile.
“Yeah,” Gurek said, with a sigh. He looked me in the eyes “So this place, the way it is obviously meant to train. It’s important. And yeah, plenty of people are bound to come up from the capital. I’m sure this place is going to get crowded, but many of those kids in the capital aren’t going to be able to make it out here. They will go to a normal dungeon, right outside the capital, and they are going to fucking die. So if dungeon’s can be changed, it matters.”
“Maybe something can be done,” I said. “but dungeon’s are our homes. Any change isn’t going to be swift.”
“It ought to be,” Gurek said softly.
There was little I could offer in reply, but we each sat and tried to comfort the others for a while. We had all seen more than enough death.
==Caden==
After whatever magic Zidaun had gotten up to, I was surprised to recognize the group discussion include my and Exsan’s names. It appeared that he had gotten around to telling the others about me. Not that he had much choice after Gurek touched the artifact.
Zidaun making something that looked like me was a great cue for me to make a personal appearance. And in making a statue of myself, I discovered that I had been under utilizing my avatar ability. My other shards were busy dealing with the massive number of patterns that were still being downloaded into my mind.
I had stepped into the same place as the statue so that I make its movements as natural as possible by following my avatar manually. And then I found that was entirely unnecessary.
As I stepped into the same location as the statue, the statue fused with me. All my senses merged with the statue. I didn’t focus on it too much at first, I simply said hello and goodbye and left. They seemed rather awkward about meeting me, anyways. Honestly, I couldn’t say that I was surprised. What do you say to the person whose body you have been wandering around in?
So I left, I didn’t speak a ton of their language yet. I had plenty of things I wanted to ask. Especially about the black hole in the sky, how the system worked for them, what the culture of the world was like, and so on. Of course, I wasn’t sure how much I wanted to reveal about myself, either. And some of my questions would inevitably raise questions about me in turn.
Now that I had left them, I placed my avatar next to my core and recreated the statue form.
The detail of my new body was truly amazing. The muscles moved and slipped past each other, tendons strained, blood flowed.
It was still obviously stone though. I was sure I could find colors that were closer to flesh tone; there were plenty of different colors of stone, and tan wasn’t a difficult color. I wondered what would happen if I could make some kind of makeup?
Eh, I didn’t really want to hide myself and try going out among the locals anyway. The only reason for that would be to ask questions and talk to them, and my voice was obviously not human. It wasn’t that surprising. My voice box was capable of making the sounds by vibrating, because the stone followed the blueprints from my soul. However, my body was still stone and the sound reverberated back down into my lungs, through my throat, and up into my nose and sinuses. And my body wasn’t soft enough to damp the sound down, so it echoed.
All of that was interesting, and suggested that I could use my avatar more effectively to interact with the world, but the most fascinating thing what what happened with the mana. My avatar had suddenly gained the same kind of dense mana that surrounded other living things. And since it was, completely, my own mana I was able to see through it just as clearly as anywhere else in my aura.
The benefit I had gained from my healing title allowed me to get through the auras of other creatures to a certain extent, but it didn’t have this level of clarity. It couldn’t see exactly how it was done, but the mana had shifted in some way. It reminded me of a phase change. Now that I could study it properly, I was sure I would manage to figure out how it was done.
Of course, that paled in comparison to the real test I needed to do.
Nervously, I created a table and chair out of stone. As I sat down I absently noted that I should put padding on my chairs in the future. The table was in front of me, but I was delaying. I took a deep breath, savoring the feeling of cold air in my lungs.
In the light of my core I started.
In front of me, mana spun together. The mana flowed out of my aura as it acted as a magical 3d printer. Moments later it was finished and a piece of dried meat appeared on a stoneware plate.
I reached out and lifted it to my lips. I could smell the savory scent of the meat, but that didn’t mean anything. I had been able to smell just fine in my avatar form before now.
I took a bite.
I moaned at the first taste of salt. The meat burst with the flavor of smoke and gamey iron. I chewed, my stone teeth more than adequate to the task of grinding down the muscle fibers and releasing the umami flavor trapped within.
My stone form had no saliva, but a moments thought was all it took to create a wooden cup and fill it with water. Drinking from it, I could taste the minerals in the water and the flavor of the wood pressed against my lips.
From there, I proceeded to try the other foods that the adventurers had sacrificed to me. The fruit, meat, and other food disappeared quickly, and I had to actually dissolve the excess in my stomach so I could try everything.
I practically glowed with happiness as I sat and ate in the light of my core. Finally, I had recovered the last of the senses I had been missing. Now I had the best of both worlds and could experience the senses of both humans and dungeon cores.
I paused a moment as the massive flow of patterns started to slow down; it was time to review my gains.
Comments
John Smif
Local "Rock Man" gives awkward greeting, proceeds to eat jerky and moan. Good chapter, glad to see ya back.
Lillow Lynx
Glad your back thanks for the amazing chapter.
Michael Lambus
Amazing chapter
Foxmoor Fiction
There are a lot of loose ends still, that is not is doubt. I will, however, mention that we haven't gotten to the end of book 1 yet. We are actually fairly close now, but there is a lot of stuff still to come.
Zarik0
Thank for the chapter Honestly i don't like very much where it's going, it check every box that i was afraid to see That can maybe ruin a part of the story for me soon (like everytime they appear in other similar story and are basically a fail each time with how they are done) Avatar thingy problem already said a lot in past comment in past chapter and some social drama who i find all of this totally useless to add at this point of the story (with how much material and other thing you still can write and show us and all loose end or interesting thing to still discover) It add a difficult and risky thing to write well, and most of the time it's going to go into a swampy thing in the end or just add something (who will be unfinished in some way and open for the follow up of it later, so taking place and focus when a tons of thing is waiting) so just add something above all other thing we still wait to be taken care, show and treated in the story, unecessary thing and focus who will take place in chapter, with the huge huge other things author openned with his good imagination and we still waiting on them For the social drama i'm gonna whine a bit here and its mostly personnal, im a bit bzz here, the whining about it they do..... it's their choice to go into dungeon, they know the consequence, why the fuck dungeon need to accomodate them and their need/want? like give all your shiny and all what we want, don't kill us so we can harvest you like we want, be a good slave? feel like again some human supremacist unconsious feeling giving a peek here, with them all time passing their need/want first before other and without a thought like it's a normal thing it happen and they/it's right other bow to their whine and whim, like it's their right, you don't need to go for live a life, it's not necessary and it's your informed choice, so just fock off honestly with your emotionnal kid complaint and unilateral demand to have more here (without even a think as of now about the dungeon side) unconscious arrogant hypocrit i see a peek of it basically every fucking time in some way, that we get other entity than human in other story I'm a bit feed up of that so sorry i ranted here Honestly it add nothing much in the story and just a unecessary thing needed to be treated now and we can do without it in my opinion here Well this comment this time is really personnel opinion and a rant linked to other story, so don't take it to much in heart author, do what you like and you feel it's good, it's the most important Still keep in mind with the keeping adding thing who are difficult to done well (or will take a good focus and part of the story in later chapter to be treated coorectly, so think what it add and if it's really needed) and when you have still so much material and loose end/tread not finished/tackled (and interesting ones and real good imagination of you to explore them) (that why in my view its total unecessary at this point of the story or even in the whole story), that can turn the story into a swampy thing who go everywhere and nowhere with loose end and tread everywhere not finished/clear/tackled in the end :)
ZCochraine!%
Great to see another chapter from you! Good gains it seems. Caden will probably get to try all those other normal person Skills, just what would something like sward fighting do for a dungeon. Or since his mana had the same effect as normal, maybe he could even try and cast spells, speak it, or carve/make runes. Plus theres seeing what happens if he make amorphous flesh and possesses it for the avatar. Could multiple be made and walk around, would most certainly help grinding skills up. And of course, what Exan will think of the humans senses, or skills gotten from this. Again, great to see you back!
