Chapter 115: Vastly Giant Bridge
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Chapter 115: Vastly Giant Bridge
The misty bridge in the jungle was a thing out of a story. The rushing river below was hidden, only curling wisps of mist scattered across the bridge. Deo stepped on it as the jungle seemed to grow quiet around them. Devina, their guide, turned with a mysterious smile.
“I shall wait with anticipation for the results,” she mused and leapt off the bridge into the mist below. The orange bird flapping after her, cackling. Kemy rushed to the edge, her cloud like robe melding with the mist to give an almost sensual appearance, but she shook her head.
“I can’t see her,” she told the group. Grim sighed.
“She’s a frog, she’s as comfortable in the river as on land and this is her home, you don’t need to worry,” he pointed out with a roll of his eyes. Deo pointed before anyone else could speak.
“WE’RE NOT ALONE...” he warned. The group snapped to attention at the far end of the bridge that had mist so thick that it looked like a solid wall. The clouds of fog began to thin as if being noticed made them shy.
A large kneeling giant appeared as a shadow at first, before the mist peeled back like a curtain. Revealing a large, dark skinned, figure with muscles bigger than their own head, a leather wrap acting to preserve his modesty. He stood and the leather bands across his chest strained to the limit containing the might of this frogman.
“He’s big,” Amenster whispered. The frog tilted his head, large black eyes looking them over.
He pointed suddenly to the side of the bridge. In the direction of the point, a glimmering object could be seen.
A silver key.
It was suspended far out, entangled in roots by the handle. It dangled so dangerously close to vanishing into the mist below that it made the group nervous just seeing it.
“To earn the key... a challenge,” the giant rumbled. Grim looked about.
“I don’t see a puzzle or some obstacle,” he pointed out. The giant smiled, just the smallest upturn of his lips. He threw something that clattered to the middle of the bridge. Everyone stared down at the well carved staff. It was smooth from end to end, seemingly polished with some oily substance, dried out to give it a laquered shine.
“Iam the challenge,” the giant acknowledged. He pulled out a similar weapon and smashed the butt into the bridge, causing it to shake slightly. The key rattled almost musically as it teetered from one side to another on its perch.
“One challenger may approach. To earn the key, I must be removed from the bridge for five seconds. Unnecessary power or antics will cause the key to fall. If someone goes for the key... it has its own defence,” the giant said, his voice a smooth deep thing. Like a deep well.
“Like what?” Poppy asked quietly. The river below ceased its rapid flows and something erupted high above the bridge in a rising flop, screaming as it gnashed its pincers together, water cascading down its rainbow hue carapace.
The thing vanished with an almighty crash below.
“Bob.” The giant seemed to think that explained everything. Grim seemed to choke up.
“That thing...” he muttered, face ashen. Kemy also looked torn between trauma and hesitant pleasant hand waving.
“The key is like a worm on a hook... for a bigger worm,” Vas commented, unaffected by the sight.
“Choose your warrior,” the giant called out and sat down, cross legged to wait patiently. Deo took a step forward, but Vas put a hand on his shoulder.
“May I?” he asked politely. Deo blinked then beamed.
“OF COURSE! I BELIEVE IN YOU!” Deo stepped back. Grim frowned.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
“Deo is the strongest of us all,” he countered. Vas smiled as he passed his brown cap over to Deo for safe keeping. His hair, unnaturally smooth and flowing, framed his face.
“Perhaps... too strong. My master has built into me a great self-restraint for my own power. Failsafes in case I ever turned homicidal on him,” he explained with a little bit of pride. Grim opened his mouth then closed it.
“Can’t argue with that,” Poppy said and stepped back to a clear line that indicated the ‘end’ of the bridge.
Vas bent down and picked the staff up.
“VAS HAS THE POWER OF HEROISM AND FRIENDSHIP ON HIS SIDE!” Deo warned the giant. Grim quickly spoke up.
“Not all of us are friends! But He also had mild acquaintances,” he added.
“Also maybe a deeply hidden murderous rage,” Poppy reminded. Kemy looked at them.
Vas rushed to meet him as Grim asked something casually.
“Did anyone else know that Vas was a tree spider thing?” he asked aloud. Deo thought about it.
“NO!...BUT I WISH I DID! THAT’S SO COOL!” he said, dancing a little in excitement.
“Mr Japes really stuffed a lot into him,” Poppy commented.
“I wonder if he comes with snacks...” Amenster pondered.
Kemy was dry heaving. She had no real comment.
---
Delta swallowed slightly. She couldn’t even muster a joke or something to snark at. This was too serious. The doors deeper into floor 3, unconquered land... shook once with a mighty rumble. The Delta rune of protection flickered as it tried to handle the strain.
Her guardgoyles did their best to hold their statued forms against the door, adding bands of extra strength to the door. But it wasn’t just pure strength attacking the door. A dark power was animating the attack. Delta focused on the door and felt the stale feeling of a stagnant pool of power.
She focused on it and was greeted with an image. Down the hall, over an army of bone and dripping flesh... past the flies of gluttony...
To a throne room where a little petite girl in a large frilly dress sat on the ornate dusty chair. She looked up, the face of a cherub surrounded by golden curls with a tiara of silver inlaced with a single ruby.
The face of the picturesque princess. If not for the fact half of her face was gone to reveal a black skeleton with runes branded into the bone.
“Let’s play... Big sister Delta,” she beckoned, her voice that of someone who had not spoken in a long time and the image shattered as Delta pulled back, her nonexistent flesh crawling.
Lovely. Creepy girls gone necromancer. Just what this place needed. I assume we just met Princess Mhari or Princess Marrow?
Nu asked, focusing his blue screen on the door.
Delta frowned... something about the skeleton side of the girl’s face... inside the eyesocket was...
Something was moving.
The fallen Brother... the cult... it was finally meeting her head on and Delta was worried that she wasn’t going to be strong enough to protect her village.
Her hand clenched...
No... Delta was strong enough.
“Let’s play, Marrow. My rules, your game,” she whispered and the attack on the door stilled as if hearing this before resuming with gusto.
You don’t have rules.
“Can’t cheat if I don’t have them,” Delta agreed and began to pull menus open. She didn’t have much time to make her elite squad ready to fend off an army.
And it all started where she started.
With mushrooms.
“Nu, get the mushrooms ready. Marrow likes to play with death ? I’ll bring something that doesn’t have ‘death’ in its cycle,” Delta pointed and Nu shivered.
Mushrooms and Undead... a war no one needed, but is getting anyway.
Nu muttered this but Delta was already flying into action. She had two rooms to visit and a special mushroom to create.
If her foe was Princess Marrow? Then she was Queen Fungi.
Delta would embrace her demons to keep the children and the village safe.
She’d even wear a damn mushroom cap into battle if it meant helping her friends...
She just hoped no one had cameras. Delta might have to seal herself away for a 100 years in shame.
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Chapter 115: Vastly Giant Bridge
The misty bridge in the jungle was a thing out of a story. The rushing river below was hidden, only curling wisps of mist scattered across the bridge. Deo stepped on it as the jungle seemed to grow quiet around them. Devina, their guide, turned with a mysterious smile.
“I shall wait with anticipation for the results,” she mused and leapt off the bridge into the mist below. The orange bird flapping after her, cackling. Kemy rushed to the edge, her cloud like robe melding with the mist to give an almost sensual appearance, but she shook her head.
“I can’t see her,” she told the group. Grim sighed.
“She’s a frog, she’s as comfortable in the river as on land and this is her home, you don’t need to worry,” he pointed out with a roll of his eyes. Deo pointed before anyone else could speak.
“WE’RE NOT ALONE...” he warned. The group snapped to attention at the far end of the bridge that had mist so thick that it looked like a solid wall. The clouds of fog began to thin as if being noticed made them shy.
A large kneeling giant appeared as a shadow at first, before the mist peeled back like a curtain. Revealing a large, dark skinned, figure with muscles bigger than their own head, a leather wrap acting to preserve his modesty. He stood and the leather bands across his chest strained to the limit containing the might of this frogman.
“He’s big,” Amenster whispered. The frog tilted his head, large black eyes looking them over.
He pointed suddenly to the side of the bridge. In the direction of the point, a glimmering object could be seen.
A silver key.
It was suspended far out, entangled in roots by the handle. It dangled so dangerously close to vanishing into the mist below that it made the group nervous just seeing it.
“To earn the key... a challenge,” the giant rumbled. Grim looked about.
“I don’t see a puzzle or some obstacle,” he pointed out. The giant smiled, just the smallest upturn of his lips. He threw something that clattered to the middle of the bridge. Everyone stared down at the well carved staff. It was smooth from end to end, seemingly polished with some oily substance, dried out to give it a laquered shine.
“Iam the challenge,” the giant acknowledged. He pulled out a similar weapon and smashed the butt into the bridge, causing it to shake slightly. The key rattled almost musically as it teetered from one side to another on its perch.
“One challenger may approach. To earn the key, I must be removed from the bridge for five seconds. Unnecessary power or antics will cause the key to fall. If someone goes for the key... it has its own defence,” the giant said, his voice a smooth deep thing. Like a deep well.
“Like what?” Poppy asked quietly. The river below ceased its rapid flows and something erupted high above the bridge in a rising flop, screaming as it gnashed its pincers together, water cascading down its rainbow hue carapace.
The thing vanished with an almighty crash below.
“Bob.” The giant seemed to think that explained everything. Grim seemed to choke up.
“That thing...” he muttered, face ashen. Kemy also looked torn between trauma and hesitant pleasant hand waving.
“The key is like a worm on a hook... for a bigger worm,” Vas commented, unaffected by the sight.
“Choose your warrior,” the giant called out and sat down, cross legged to wait patiently. Deo took a step forward, but Vas put a hand on his shoulder.
“May I?” he asked politely. Deo blinked then beamed.
“OF COURSE! I BELIEVE IN YOU!” Deo stepped back. Grim frowned.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
“Deo is the strongest of us all,” he countered. Vas smiled as he passed his brown cap over to Deo for safe keeping. His hair, unnaturally smooth and flowing, framed his face.
“Perhaps... too strong. My master has built into me a great self-restraint for my own power. Failsafes in case I ever turned homicidal on him,” he explained with a little bit of pride. Grim opened his mouth then closed it.
“Can’t argue with that,” Poppy said and stepped back to a clear line that indicated the ‘end’ of the bridge.
Vas bent down and picked the staff up.
“VAS HAS THE POWER OF HEROISM AND FRIENDSHIP ON HIS SIDE!” Deo warned the giant. Grim quickly spoke up.
“Not all of us are friends! But He also had mild acquaintances,” he added.
“Also maybe a deeply hidden murderous rage,” Poppy reminded. Kemy looked at them.
Vas rushed to meet him as Grim asked something casually.
“Did anyone else know that Vas was a tree spider thing?” he asked aloud. Deo thought about it.
“NO!...BUT I WISH I DID! THAT’S SO COOL!” he said, dancing a little in excitement.
“Mr Japes really stuffed a lot into him,” Poppy commented.
“I wonder if he comes with snacks...” Amenster pondered.
Kemy was dry heaving. She had no real comment.
---
Delta swallowed slightly. She couldn’t even muster a joke or something to snark at. This was too serious. The doors deeper into floor 3, unconquered land... shook once with a mighty rumble. The Delta rune of protection flickered as it tried to handle the strain.
Her guardgoyles did their best to hold their statued forms against the door, adding bands of extra strength to the door. But it wasn’t just pure strength attacking the door. A dark power was animating the attack. Delta focused on the door and felt the stale feeling of a stagnant pool of power.
She focused on it and was greeted with an image. Down the hall, over an army of bone and dripping flesh... past the flies of gluttony...
To a throne room where a little petite girl in a large frilly dress sat on the ornate dusty chair. She looked up, the face of a cherub surrounded by golden curls with a tiara of silver inlaced with a single ruby.
The face of the picturesque princess. If not for the fact half of her face was gone to reveal a black skeleton with runes branded into the bone.
“Let’s play... Big sister Delta,” she beckoned, her voice that of someone who had not spoken in a long time and the image shattered as Delta pulled back, her nonexistent flesh crawling.
Lovely. Creepy girls gone necromancer. Just what this place needed. I assume we just met Princess Mhari or Princess Marrow?
Nu asked, focusing his blue screen on the door.
Delta frowned... something about the skeleton side of the girl’s face... inside the eyesocket was...
Something was moving.
The fallen Brother... the cult... it was finally meeting her head on and Delta was worried that she wasn’t going to be strong enough to protect her village.
Her hand clenched...
No... Delta was strong enough.
“Let’s play, Marrow. My rules, your game,” she whispered and the attack on the door stilled as if hearing this before resuming with gusto.
You don’t have rules.
“Can’t cheat if I don’t have them,” Delta agreed and began to pull menus open. She didn’t have much time to make her elite squad ready to fend off an army.
And it all started where she started.
With mushrooms.
“Nu, get the mushrooms ready. Marrow likes to play with death ? I’ll bring something that doesn’t have ‘death’ in its cycle,” Delta pointed and Nu shivered.
Mushrooms and Undead... a war no one needed, but is getting anyway.
Nu muttered this but Delta was already flying into action. She had two rooms to visit and a special mushroom to create.
If her foe was Princess Marrow? Then she was Queen Fungi.
Delta would embrace her demons to keep the children and the village safe.
She’d even wear a damn mushroom cap into battle if it meant helping her friends...
She just hoped no one had cameras. Delta might have to seal herself away for a 100 years in shame.
Chapter 115: Vastly Giant BridgeThe misty bridge in the jungle was a thing out of a story. The rushing river below was hidden, only curling wisps of mist scattered across the bridge. Deo stepped on it as the jungle seemed to grow quiet around them. Devina, their guide, turned with a mysterious smile.I shall wait with anticipation for the results, she mused and leapt off the bridge into the mist below. The orange bird flapping after her, cackling. Kemy rushed to the edge, her cloud like robe melding with the mist to give an almost sensual appearance, but she shook her head.I can't see her, she told the group. Grim sighed.She's a frog, she's as comfortable in the river as on land and this is her home, you don't need to worry, he pointed out with a roll of his eyes. Deo pointed before anyone else could speak.WE'RE NOT ALONE... he warned. The group snapped to attention at the far end of the bridge that had mist so thick that it looked like a solid wall. The clouds of fog began to thin as if being noticed made them shy.A large kneeling giant appeared as a shadow at first, before the mist peeled back like a curtain. Revealing a large, dark skinned, figure with muscles bigger than their own head, a leather wrap acting to preserve his modesty. He stood and the leather bands across his chest strained to the limit containing the might of this frogman.He's big, Amenster whispered. The frog tilted his head, large black eyes looking them over.He pointed suddenly to the side of the bridge. In the direction of the point, a glimmering object could be seen.A silver key.It was suspended far out, entangled in roots by the handle. It dangled so dangerously close to vanishing into the mist below that it made the group nervous just seeing it.To earn the key... a challenge, the giant rumbled. Grim looked about.I don't see a puzzle or some obstacle, he pointed out. The giant smiled, just the smallest upturn of his lips. He threw something that clattered to the middle of the bridge. Everyone stared down at the well carved staff. It was smooth from end to end, seemingly polished with some oily substance, dried out to give it a laquered shine.Iam the challenge, the giant acknowledged. He pulled out a similar weapon and smashed the butt into the bridge, causing it to shake slightly. The key rattled almost musically as it teetered from one side to another on its perch.One challenger may approach. To earn the key, I must be removed from the bridge for five seconds. Unnecessary power or antics will cause the key to fall. If someone goes for the key... it has its own defence, the giant said, his voice a smooth deep thing. Like a deep well.Like what? Poppy asked quietly. The river below ceased its rapid flows and something erupted high above the bridge in a rising flop, screaming as it gnashed its pincers together, water cascading down its rainbow hue carapace.The thing vanished with an almighty crash below.Bob. The giant seemed to think that explained everything. Grim seemed to choke up.That thing... he muttered, face ashen. Kemy also looked torn between trauma and hesitant pleasant hand waving.The key is like a worm on a hook... for a bigger worm, Vas commented, unaffected by the sight.Choose your warrior, the giant called out and sat down, cross legged to wait patiently. Deo took a step forward, but Vas put a hand on his shoulder.May I? he asked politely. Deo blinked then beamed.OF COURSE! I BELIEVE IN YOU! Deo stepped back. Grim frowned.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Nvl--B1n.Deo is the strongest of us all, he countered. Vas smiled as he passed his brown cap over to Deo for safe keeping. His hair, unnaturally smooth and flowing, framed his face.Perhaps... too strong. My master has built into me a great self-restraint for my own power. Failsafes in case I ever turned homicidal on him, he explained with a little bit of pride. Grim opened his mouth then closed it.Can't argue with that, Poppy said and stepped back to a clear line that indicated the end' of the bridge.Vas bent down and picked the staff up.VAS HAS THE POWER OF HEROISM AND FRIENDSHIP ON HIS SIDE! Deo warned the giant. Grim quickly spoke up.Not all of us are friends! But He also had mild acquaintances, he added.Also maybe a deeply hidden murderous rage, Poppy reminded. Kemy looked at them.Vas rushed to meet him as Grim asked something casually.Did anyone else know that Vas was a tree spider thing? he asked aloud. Deo thought about it.NO!...BUT I WISH I DID! THAT'S SO COOL! he said, dancing a little in excitement.Mr Japes really stuffed a lot into him, Poppy commented.I wonder if he comes with snacks... Amenster pondered.Kemy was dry heaving. She had no real comment.---Delta swallowed slightly. She couldn't even muster a joke or something to snark at. This was too serious. The doors deeper into floor 3, unconquered land... shook once with a mighty rumble. The Delta rune of protection flickered as it tried to handle the strain.Her guardgoyles did their best to hold their statued forms against the door, adding bands of extra strength to the door. But it wasn't just pure strength attacking the door. A dark power was animating the attack. Delta focused on the door and felt the stale feeling of a stagnant pool of power.She focused on it and was greeted with an image. Down the hall, over an army of bone and dripping flesh... past the flies of gluttony...To a throne room where a little petite girl in a large frilly dress sat on the ornate dusty chair. She looked up, the face of a cherub surrounded by golden curls with a tiara of silver inlaced with a single ruby.The face of the picturesque princess. If not for the fact half of her face was gone to reveal a black skeleton with runes branded into the bone.Let's play... Big sister Delta, she beckoned, her voice that of someone who had not spoken in a long time and the image shattered as Delta pulled back, her nonexistent flesh crawling. Lovely. Creepy girls gone necromancer. Just what this place needed. I assume we just met Princess Mhari or Princess Marrow? Nu asked, focusing his blue screen on the door.Delta frowned... something about the skeleton side of the girl's face... inside the eyesocket was...Something was moving.The fallen Brother... the cult... it was finally meeting her head on and Delta was worried that she wasn't going to be strong enough to protect her village.Her hand clenched...No... Delta was strong enough.Let's play, Marrow. My rules, your game, she whispered and the attack on the door stilled as if hearing this before resuming with gusto. You don't have rules. Can't cheat if I don't have them, Delta agreed and began to pull menus open. She didn't have much time to make her elite squad ready to fend off an army.And it all started where she started.With mushrooms.Nu, get the mushrooms ready. Marrow likes to play with death ? I'll bring something that doesn't have death' in its cycle, Delta pointed and Nu shivered. Mushrooms and Undead... a war no one needed, but is getting anyway. Nu muttered this but Delta was already flying into action. She had two rooms to visit and a special mushroom to create.If her foe was Princess Marrow? Then she was Queen Fungi.Delta would embrace her demons to keep the children and the village safe.She'd even wear a damn mushroom cap into battle if it meant helping her friends...She just hoped no one had cameras. Delta might have to seal herself away for a 100 years in shame.
