Chapter 53: Devine Bobbing
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Chapter 53: Devine Bobbing
There was a sense of satisfaction Delta felt when she had seen Grim had frozen in shocked awe at the sight of her jungle. From the entrance, it was now impossible to see beyond the trees now.
It was so different from how it started. An empty box to a thriving land of green.
Grim neck craned as the trees, that now formed solid looking walls of nature, towered far above. He inhaled as the Wyin tree above softly sprinkled the green mana on him with a swish of its almost willowy branches.
“Minty...” he mumbled as he took a few hesitant steps forward before stopping.
“I’m going to have to get past that pig guy on the way out... Ugh, I should have bought a Geon-away or maybe actually asked Dad for an escape scroll... But then he would ask why and I can’t exactly say I was going into the dungeon,” Grim sighed aloud.
“Maybe you should just not come to a dungeon and cause trouble? Well, other ones might try to kill you, to be fair but I really, really, tried to make your life easy and let you walk away,” Delta huffed which make the boy pause as if hearing something just out of hearing range.
“Creepy jungle,” he said finally and Delta raised one brow at his back.
“Oh do explain how my cool jungle is creepy? It’s pretty and green, has frog people and bees!” she listed with her fingers but stopped as Grim frowned at the trees.
“There are no birds... I never knew trees could be so bad without things living in them,” he shivered and began to move down the thin path that cut through the blooming wild bushes and patches of grass that grew slightly on the path.
Delta stared at Grim then at her trees.
She listened but sure enough... silence greeted her other than the distant roaring of the water falling.
“Frig... I forgot to add ambience to my jungle,” she cursed to herself as she stomped after Grim with a hint of shame hovering over her head. The damn kid had done nothing but point out weak spots and insult her dungeon and he had the gall to complain to her?
Delta glowered.
Until Grim lost that backpack, Delta would tolerate him.
Not that the kid had really anything else to offer than more stress at this point.
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Great Mushy slithered his thorny tentacles around his enclosed space as a box flashed repeated in his face. The issue was twofold to the fungi-monster.
One, the box was ever so bright and to the creature that had lived naught but in the darkest parts of Mother’s dungeon, this was beginning to hurt it’s eyes. However, as the light blinked on and off, as if revealing Great to some unseen audience, the mushroom monster found himself sort of enjoying the light.
The second problem was the issue of the fact Great didn’t know how to read.
He had pondered this for a moment before he closed his eyes. That was not strictly true...
Great could listen to music that flowed from Mother, note after note. What were these squiggles of words but notes of the voice? Great blinked his eyes opened and hissed with a cackle. He pulled on Mother’s glowing being of sound and pulsating joy.
Music was the key. Letter by letter, he began to softly hiss out the message on the box.
Greater Mushy has reached the requirements to evolve into a unique evolution.
Practise musical arts.Pushed past violent nature to seek greater heights.Lured someone in with a soothing melody.Listened to over 100 songs.
Would you like to evolve into ‘Mushroom Maestro’? You cannot turn back once you choose this so please consider carefully.
Yes/No?
Great flicked a vine with idle thought.
With so little guests... Great had nothing to do but listen to Mother’s music to pass the time and try to imitate the sounds on his own.
Who knew it would pay off?
Evolution... yes... he had experienced that before. From the runt of a tiny spitter to his current self. Such growth...such potential. Mother had given him the tools to achieve this. Her open heart, filled to the brim with this joyous music, was something he carefully pulled at.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via Ñøv€l-B!n.
He was... scared that if he became greedy, he would damage her. The thought was unbearable, he clenched his vine and pierced his own flesh in agitation of the thought.
Great was one of her first. Something he had great pride in and while he may not... be as loved as his brother, Mr, he tried to impress Mother in his own way. She liked his music and that made Great love it more in return.
He had never loved before and the feeling itched at him like insects in his cap. Itchy but... not unwanted.
This was his chance to make Mother even happier and for Great to see how far music could take him.
If any fool got between him and the music he sent to Mother... he would show them why he was the more dangerous brother by far.
“....Y...es,” he hissed with effort, drooling acid at the effort.
Very well. Your current space is not ideal. I will pull at the ambient mana outside to fuel a more fitting space. This will tire me greatly, please do not attempt to move or sing.
The words, after he sang them out, made Great pause with a little worry.
Hehe... you can trust me. I’m Big Sis after all!
It didn’t do much to assure him but he no way to back out now.
His body tensed as energy rushed through every pore of his spongy skin. Great hissed with surprised as his insides began to twist. It wasn’t just himself that was twisting but the very hallway as well.
Great hissed with discomfort as he began to grow, stretching and stretching higher and higher. The tunnel that had been his sanctuary bulged around him as if made of water, pushing space in odd ways that made music Great had never heard of before.
His body was moving as the tunnel stretched wider and wider, something solid looking rising out of the ground as his body was pulled gently on to it.
Gre... No, he was no longer merely Great.
He breathed with a loud rattling hiss as his once thorny tentacles buried deep.
Deeper and deeper, then he spread.
The-Mushroom-formerly-known-as-Great began to shriek with sounds that made everyone on the floor pause with startled surprise.
Melodical maniacal laughter filled the peaceful dungeon.
It poured out of every wall and floor to fill every room on the first floor.
“Ohhh yesssss!” came a rich and powerful purr.
That was when the mushroom noticed something else. Something wonderful.
“My, my! I didn’t see the fuss about all this hubba-baloo speaking nonsense before but now that I tried it for myself...well... what can a shroom say? Hello ladies and Goblins, this is your new and improved star of the first floor. Maestro! Let me play you an introduction...” he said, knowing, just knowing that he could be heard all across the first floor.
His hands began to tap and the natural drums surrounding his body thrummed.
“I call this little number... welcome to the jungle,” Maestro laughed with a smirk.
He plucked gently at the many cords attached to his cap that connected the ceiling like life-lines making string-like sounds.
“You don’t have to tell me, I already know it’s absolutely wonderful!” he laughed as let his tongue, a thorny vine, lick his lips.
He had been worried that would lose his threatening appearance but if anything...it only became more beautiful!
Beauty. Such a concept that had never occurred to Maestro! Music, beauty, lights, action!
Maestro just had to have it all!
He spun and the beat he was pumping out travelled down the second floor, where his roots finally reached.
The bowl slammed down and Grimnoire roared with triumphant as Merry became trapped.
“Do not dismiss me...as if you are stronger,”
“Don’t turn your back on me! I am Grimnoire Pictus and I challenge you! You arrogant son of a bitch!”
“I...” he trailed off and then looked at the woman.
“Who are you?” he asked again and the woman clasped her hands together in front of her.
“I am Devina. A resident of the forest. A watcher and a guide beyond all else,” she introduced. Grim hesitated before he spoke.
“Grimnoire Pictus... kind of lost, if nothing else,” he admitted and the words felt like tar, not wanting to leave his mouth until he forced them out. Devina turned the corner of a thicket of trees and Grim followed to see the waterfall in all its loud fury.
“What is lost can be found but you do ever so find such interesting things off the path you expected.” Devina again sounded amused. Grim spotted something odd to one side of the large pool of water at the base of the waterfall.
“Is that a... goblin?” he pointed and Devina’s shoulders tensed slightly.
“A trouble-maker, ignore him,” she dismissed coldly. Grim winced as the goblin looked beaten, soaked, unconscious, and somehow, still cursing in his state. The goblin shivered and his magical staff spat some sparks out.
Another signpost was nearby.
Beware of falling water and Bob -Nu.
“As you can see, the water has risen and there is no dry way across the river, even here. To continue, you must face your fear,” Devina pointed to the big pond of water.
“I can’t swim, facing my fear means dying in this case. Besides, the river is narrower down there, why would I cross here?” Grim questioned with a narrow glare. Devine gently plucked a leaf from her tunic and dropped it on the water’s surface.
It almost didn’t move for a while before it eventually softly drifted to the opening of the river and as it neared the opening, it picked up speed and then was quickly lost downstream.
“The most obvious challenge is not always the most dangerous. I am willing to tie your rope to the rock across the pond so you may use it to swim across and hold on to but you must be willing to make the swim yourself if this is what you desire?” Devina asked gently. Grim grimaced at the idea but then pointed to the sign.
“Who’s Bob?” he asked suddenly which made Devina tilt her head.
“A resident but that is a risk you’re going to have to take unless you wish to take your own path back over the log?” she looked down back at the river as if seeing the log. Grim thought furiously.
“Can I ask this ‘Bob’ if he can help me? Maybe he knows of another way across?” Grim tried to bargain. Grim thought he saw a shadow moving from the river into the pond but Devina’s words distracted him.
“Bob may be able to help you, I cannot deny this. But to rouse Bob, I will first ask for a payment for the service,” Devina began smoothly and Grim winced.
“What kind?” he asked a little worried at the implication. Devina nodded to his backpack.
“Something you did not already receive in this dungeon, I am not asking for much, yes?” Devina sounded beyond pleased and amused. Grim felt like something was amiss but Devina could have ambushed him or worst, so he had to wonder what the deal was.
Grim pulled off his pack, and keeping an eye on the masked woman, began to search for something.
“Will this Bob also need a payment?” he asked a little sarcastically. There was a brief laugh, like a songbird or something just as melodic.
“Bob will not,” she promised and Grim pulled out a few items that he was pretty sure he could give away without too much hassle.
“I got a compass, some basic first-aid manuals and other books, a pot and some firestarter things, a hand-axe for cutting small things... uh... water crystal for canteen-” he was going to continue but Devina held up a hand.
She seemed to pause as if listening to something.
“The water crystal, explain its purpose, please.”
Grim looked at her, her form looking a little odd in the open exposed area as if the trees themselves lend a part of her costume.
“I can drop it into some basic dirty water to purify it for drinking quickly or I can channel some mana into it to make a source of water...it has some other uses but that’s depending on your skills and what you’re trying to use it for. My crystal isn’t high-grade or big so it doesn’t do much or last long,” he offered honestly.
Devina was... calming. It was oddly bizarre yet Grim was enjoying speaking to a friendly face that wasn’t going to stick an arrow in his face.
“I would take the crystal for payment,” she requested and Grim threw the clear blue stone that was shaped slightly like a piece of coral over to Devina.
It was a sturdy thing so it only rolled until Devina plucked it up between two large webbed fingers.
“Payment is accepted and I will now uphold my end of the promise,” she pocketed the crystal and turned to the pool, stroking the water.
“Bob... you can appear now,” she sang and Grim move slightly closer, curious about the unseen creature.
He spotted another goblin appearing from behind the waterfall, wearing some fur clothes and dragging a club sluggishly. Grim was about to ask who that goblin was before the pond bubbled furiously.
Grim backed away as the water rose up in a huge column before the water pulled back to reveal a hellish worm creature as it shrieked into the air, easily drowning out the waterfall.
Grim was rooted to the spot as some primal fear made him go very still at the sight of some superior predator.
He was a rabbit and he was about to become this worm’s stew, it was just how it was. A real shame.
“Bob, be a dear and carry the guest across the river,” Devina called and the worm shrieked and wriggled. Its body glimmering with a rainbow sheen. ‘Bob’ turned to face Grim and it had no eyes.
It reached down and Grim began to scream, a high-pitch noise and Bob screeched back.
The beast was upon him and two small red crabs rushed down from Bob’s head to grab Grim’s backpack loops and yanked them into Bob’s mouth. The pincers twitching like blades. Grim kept screaming and then he was lifted and the ground was quickly left behind.
His feet touched the solid ground a moment later but Grim just kept screaming, staring into nothing as the image of the maw repeated over and over.
Devina was beside him a moment later and another creature, a shorter but very muscular frogman.
“You speak Bobian very well. He compliments your grammar,” the man-frog said and Devina gently shook his shoulder but Grim just took off in a sprint, his voice becoming hoarse as he was still screaming as he rushed into the jungle.
---
Rale looked at Devina with a confused expression as Mother’s laughter filled the area with loud cackling.
“Why did he not just use the log?” he asked Devina, his nervousness around the other frog a little less extreme now after some time but he wasn’t sure how to really talk to her when she seemed to avoid his gaze.
Devina took off her mask and gently dabbed at her neck where water trailed. She slowly wiped the wetness down her shoulder with one finger.
“He wished to take the easier path it would seem. I think he will learn that some risk is worth it now,” she answered in an odd voice. A little heavy as if she was trying to clear her throat.
Rale patted her back easily.
“Your voice is croaky...more so than normal for our kind. You should rest and enjoy this new music! I wonder how Mother made it happen...” he asked and Devina slammed the mask back on to her face.
“Yes, well. I am glad that is what you focus on! Music and how terrible I sound!” Devina snapped and stormed off with a growl.
Rale blinked and watched as she vanished.
Bob trilled and Rale nodded.
“Female kind is odd. I do not understand what is wrong with them. I shall ask mother soon!” he beamed then sighed.
“I wanted to rescue the screaming one,” he muttered and Bob pulled a giant rock nearby with his mouth. Rale perked up.
“Yes! Let us train with the rock, it is good practice!” he agreed as Bob began to pull the rock underwater and Rale attempted to rescue it.
Nearby, Cois twitched and the two red crabs began to pinch his nose when he cursed so the goblin’s magical staff began to leak charred carrots. They faded after a moment but the crabs did it again and the staff made an odd noise as it flew off into the distance. They danced with laughter as they set off to find something else to do. They stopped and followed a noise.
The noise of grim still screaming.
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Chapter 53: Devine Bobbing
There was a sense of satisfaction Delta felt when she had seen Grim had frozen in shocked awe at the sight of her jungle. From the entrance, it was now impossible to see beyond the trees now.
It was so different from how it started. An empty box to a thriving land of green.
Grim neck craned as the trees, that now formed solid looking walls of nature, towered far above. He inhaled as the Wyin tree above softly sprinkled the green mana on him with a swish of its almost willowy branches.
“Minty...” he mumbled as he took a few hesitant steps forward before stopping.
“I’m going to have to get past that pig guy on the way out... Ugh, I should have bought a Geon-away or maybe actually asked Dad for an escape scroll... But then he would ask why and I can’t exactly say I was going into the dungeon,” Grim sighed aloud.
“Maybe you should just not come to a dungeon and cause trouble? Well, other ones might try to kill you, to be fair but I really, really, tried to make your life easy and let you walk away,” Delta huffed which make the boy pause as if hearing something just out of hearing range.
“Creepy jungle,” he said finally and Delta raised one brow at his back.
“Oh do explain how my cool jungle is creepy? It’s pretty and green, has frog people and bees!” she listed with her fingers but stopped as Grim frowned at the trees.
“There are no birds... I never knew trees could be so bad without things living in them,” he shivered and began to move down the thin path that cut through the blooming wild bushes and patches of grass that grew slightly on the path.
Delta stared at Grim then at her trees.
She listened but sure enough... silence greeted her other than the distant roaring of the water falling.
“Frig... I forgot to add ambience to my jungle,” she cursed to herself as she stomped after Grim with a hint of shame hovering over her head. The damn kid had done nothing but point out weak spots and insult her dungeon and he had the gall to complain to her?
Delta glowered.
Until Grim lost that backpack, Delta would tolerate him.
Not that the kid had really anything else to offer than more stress at this point.
---
Great Mushy slithered his thorny tentacles around his enclosed space as a box flashed repeated in his face. The issue was twofold to the fungi-monster.
One, the box was ever so bright and to the creature that had lived naught but in the darkest parts of Mother’s dungeon, this was beginning to hurt it’s eyes. However, as the light blinked on and off, as if revealing Great to some unseen audience, the mushroom monster found himself sort of enjoying the light.
The second problem was the issue of the fact Great didn’t know how to read.
He had pondered this for a moment before he closed his eyes. That was not strictly true...
Great could listen to music that flowed from Mother, note after note. What were these squiggles of words but notes of the voice? Great blinked his eyes opened and hissed with a cackle. He pulled on Mother’s glowing being of sound and pulsating joy.
Music was the key. Letter by letter, he began to softly hiss out the message on the box.
Greater Mushy has reached the requirements to evolve into a unique evolution.
Practise musical arts.Pushed past violent nature to seek greater heights.Lured someone in with a soothing melody.Listened to over 100 songs.
Would you like to evolve into ‘Mushroom Maestro’? You cannot turn back once you choose this so please consider carefully.
Yes/No?
Great flicked a vine with idle thought.
With so little guests... Great had nothing to do but listen to Mother’s music to pass the time and try to imitate the sounds on his own.
Who knew it would pay off?
Evolution... yes... he had experienced that before. From the runt of a tiny spitter to his current self. Such growth...such potential. Mother had given him the tools to achieve this. Her open heart, filled to the brim with this joyous music, was something he carefully pulled at.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via Ñøv€l-B!n.
He was... scared that if he became greedy, he would damage her. The thought was unbearable, he clenched his vine and pierced his own flesh in agitation of the thought.
Great was one of her first. Something he had great pride in and while he may not... be as loved as his brother, Mr, he tried to impress Mother in his own way. She liked his music and that made Great love it more in return.
He had never loved before and the feeling itched at him like insects in his cap. Itchy but... not unwanted.
This was his chance to make Mother even happier and for Great to see how far music could take him.
If any fool got between him and the music he sent to Mother... he would show them why he was the more dangerous brother by far.
“....Y...es,” he hissed with effort, drooling acid at the effort.
Very well. Your current space is not ideal. I will pull at the ambient mana outside to fuel a more fitting space. This will tire me greatly, please do not attempt to move or sing.
The words, after he sang them out, made Great pause with a little worry.
Hehe... you can trust me. I’m Big Sis after all!
It didn’t do much to assure him but he no way to back out now.
His body tensed as energy rushed through every pore of his spongy skin. Great hissed with surprised as his insides began to twist. It wasn’t just himself that was twisting but the very hallway as well.
Great hissed with discomfort as he began to grow, stretching and stretching higher and higher. The tunnel that had been his sanctuary bulged around him as if made of water, pushing space in odd ways that made music Great had never heard of before.
His body was moving as the tunnel stretched wider and wider, something solid looking rising out of the ground as his body was pulled gently on to it.
Gre... No, he was no longer merely Great.
He breathed with a loud rattling hiss as his once thorny tentacles buried deep.
Deeper and deeper, then he spread.
The-Mushroom-formerly-known-as-Great began to shriek with sounds that made everyone on the floor pause with startled surprise.
Melodical maniacal laughter filled the peaceful dungeon.
It poured out of every wall and floor to fill every room on the first floor.
“Ohhh yesssss!” came a rich and powerful purr.
That was when the mushroom noticed something else. Something wonderful.
“My, my! I didn’t see the fuss about all this hubba-baloo speaking nonsense before but now that I tried it for myself...well... what can a shroom say? Hello ladies and Goblins, this is your new and improved star of the first floor. Maestro! Let me play you an introduction...” he said, knowing, just knowing that he could be heard all across the first floor.
His hands began to tap and the natural drums surrounding his body thrummed.
“I call this little number... welcome to the jungle,” Maestro laughed with a smirk.
He plucked gently at the many cords attached to his cap that connected the ceiling like life-lines making string-like sounds.
“You don’t have to tell me, I already know it’s absolutely wonderful!” he laughed as let his tongue, a thorny vine, lick his lips.
He had been worried that would lose his threatening appearance but if anything...it only became more beautiful!
Beauty. Such a concept that had never occurred to Maestro! Music, beauty, lights, action!
Maestro just had to have it all!
He spun and the beat he was pumping out travelled down the second floor, where his roots finally reached.
The bowl slammed down and Grimnoire roared with triumphant as Merry became trapped.
“Do not dismiss me...as if you are stronger,”
“Don’t turn your back on me! I am Grimnoire Pictus and I challenge you! You arrogant son of a bitch!”
“I...” he trailed off and then looked at the woman.
“Who are you?” he asked again and the woman clasped her hands together in front of her.
“I am Devina. A resident of the forest. A watcher and a guide beyond all else,” she introduced. Grim hesitated before he spoke.
“Grimnoire Pictus... kind of lost, if nothing else,” he admitted and the words felt like tar, not wanting to leave his mouth until he forced them out. Devina turned the corner of a thicket of trees and Grim followed to see the waterfall in all its loud fury.
“What is lost can be found but you do ever so find such interesting things off the path you expected.” Devina again sounded amused. Grim spotted something odd to one side of the large pool of water at the base of the waterfall.
“Is that a... goblin?” he pointed and Devina’s shoulders tensed slightly.
“A trouble-maker, ignore him,” she dismissed coldly. Grim winced as the goblin looked beaten, soaked, unconscious, and somehow, still cursing in his state. The goblin shivered and his magical staff spat some sparks out.
Another signpost was nearby.
Beware of falling water and Bob -Nu.
“As you can see, the water has risen and there is no dry way across the river, even here. To continue, you must face your fear,” Devina pointed to the big pond of water.
“I can’t swim, facing my fear means dying in this case. Besides, the river is narrower down there, why would I cross here?” Grim questioned with a narrow glare. Devine gently plucked a leaf from her tunic and dropped it on the water’s surface.
It almost didn’t move for a while before it eventually softly drifted to the opening of the river and as it neared the opening, it picked up speed and then was quickly lost downstream.
“The most obvious challenge is not always the most dangerous. I am willing to tie your rope to the rock across the pond so you may use it to swim across and hold on to but you must be willing to make the swim yourself if this is what you desire?” Devina asked gently. Grim grimaced at the idea but then pointed to the sign.
“Who’s Bob?” he asked suddenly which made Devina tilt her head.
“A resident but that is a risk you’re going to have to take unless you wish to take your own path back over the log?” she looked down back at the river as if seeing the log. Grim thought furiously.
“Can I ask this ‘Bob’ if he can help me? Maybe he knows of another way across?” Grim tried to bargain. Grim thought he saw a shadow moving from the river into the pond but Devina’s words distracted him.
“Bob may be able to help you, I cannot deny this. But to rouse Bob, I will first ask for a payment for the service,” Devina began smoothly and Grim winced.
“What kind?” he asked a little worried at the implication. Devina nodded to his backpack.
“Something you did not already receive in this dungeon, I am not asking for much, yes?” Devina sounded beyond pleased and amused. Grim felt like something was amiss but Devina could have ambushed him or worst, so he had to wonder what the deal was.
Grim pulled off his pack, and keeping an eye on the masked woman, began to search for something.
“Will this Bob also need a payment?” he asked a little sarcastically. There was a brief laugh, like a songbird or something just as melodic.
“Bob will not,” she promised and Grim pulled out a few items that he was pretty sure he could give away without too much hassle.
“I got a compass, some basic first-aid manuals and other books, a pot and some firestarter things, a hand-axe for cutting small things... uh... water crystal for canteen-” he was going to continue but Devina held up a hand.
She seemed to pause as if listening to something.
“The water crystal, explain its purpose, please.”
Grim looked at her, her form looking a little odd in the open exposed area as if the trees themselves lend a part of her costume.
“I can drop it into some basic dirty water to purify it for drinking quickly or I can channel some mana into it to make a source of water...it has some other uses but that’s depending on your skills and what you’re trying to use it for. My crystal isn’t high-grade or big so it doesn’t do much or last long,” he offered honestly.
Devina was... calming. It was oddly bizarre yet Grim was enjoying speaking to a friendly face that wasn’t going to stick an arrow in his face.
“I would take the crystal for payment,” she requested and Grim threw the clear blue stone that was shaped slightly like a piece of coral over to Devina.
It was a sturdy thing so it only rolled until Devina plucked it up between two large webbed fingers.
“Payment is accepted and I will now uphold my end of the promise,” she pocketed the crystal and turned to the pool, stroking the water.
“Bob... you can appear now,” she sang and Grim move slightly closer, curious about the unseen creature.
He spotted another goblin appearing from behind the waterfall, wearing some fur clothes and dragging a club sluggishly. Grim was about to ask who that goblin was before the pond bubbled furiously.
Grim backed away as the water rose up in a huge column before the water pulled back to reveal a hellish worm creature as it shrieked into the air, easily drowning out the waterfall.
Grim was rooted to the spot as some primal fear made him go very still at the sight of some superior predator.
He was a rabbit and he was about to become this worm’s stew, it was just how it was. A real shame.
“Bob, be a dear and carry the guest across the river,” Devina called and the worm shrieked and wriggled. Its body glimmering with a rainbow sheen. ‘Bob’ turned to face Grim and it had no eyes.
It reached down and Grim began to scream, a high-pitch noise and Bob screeched back.
The beast was upon him and two small red crabs rushed down from Bob’s head to grab Grim’s backpack loops and yanked them into Bob’s mouth. The pincers twitching like blades. Grim kept screaming and then he was lifted and the ground was quickly left behind.
His feet touched the solid ground a moment later but Grim just kept screaming, staring into nothing as the image of the maw repeated over and over.
Devina was beside him a moment later and another creature, a shorter but very muscular frogman.
“You speak Bobian very well. He compliments your grammar,” the man-frog said and Devina gently shook his shoulder but Grim just took off in a sprint, his voice becoming hoarse as he was still screaming as he rushed into the jungle.
---
Rale looked at Devina with a confused expression as Mother’s laughter filled the area with loud cackling.
“Why did he not just use the log?” he asked Devina, his nervousness around the other frog a little less extreme now after some time but he wasn’t sure how to really talk to her when she seemed to avoid his gaze.
Devina took off her mask and gently dabbed at her neck where water trailed. She slowly wiped the wetness down her shoulder with one finger.
“He wished to take the easier path it would seem. I think he will learn that some risk is worth it now,” she answered in an odd voice. A little heavy as if she was trying to clear her throat.
Rale patted her back easily.
“Your voice is croaky...more so than normal for our kind. You should rest and enjoy this new music! I wonder how Mother made it happen...” he asked and Devina slammed the mask back on to her face.
“Yes, well. I am glad that is what you focus on! Music and how terrible I sound!” Devina snapped and stormed off with a growl.
Rale blinked and watched as she vanished.
Bob trilled and Rale nodded.
“Female kind is odd. I do not understand what is wrong with them. I shall ask mother soon!” he beamed then sighed.
“I wanted to rescue the screaming one,” he muttered and Bob pulled a giant rock nearby with his mouth. Rale perked up.
“Yes! Let us train with the rock, it is good practice!” he agreed as Bob began to pull the rock underwater and Rale attempted to rescue it.
Nearby, Cois twitched and the two red crabs began to pinch his nose when he cursed so the goblin’s magical staff began to leak charred carrots. They faded after a moment but the crabs did it again and the staff made an odd noise as it flew off into the distance. They danced with laughter as they set off to find something else to do. They stopped and followed a noise.
The noise of grim still screaming.
Chapter 53: Devine BobbingThere was a sense of satisfaction Delta felt when she had seen Grim had frozen in shocked awe at the sight of her jungle. From the entrance, it was now impossible to see beyond the trees now.It was so different from how it started. An empty box to a thriving land of green.Grim neck craned as the trees, that now formed solid looking walls of nature, towered far above. He inhaled as the Wyin tree above softly sprinkled the green mana on him with a swish of its almost willowy branches.Minty... he mumbled as he took a few hesitant steps forward before stopping.I'm going to have to get past that pig guy on the way out... Ugh, I should have bought a Geon-away or maybe actually asked Dad for an escape scroll... But then he would ask why and I can't exactly say I was going into the dungeon, Grim sighed aloud.Maybe you should just not come to a dungeon and cause trouble? Well, other ones might try to kill you, to be fair but I really, really, tried to make your life easy and let you walk away, Delta huffed which make the boy pause as if hearing something just out of hearing range.Creepy jungle, he said finally and Delta raised one brow at his back.Oh do explain how my cool jungle is creepy? It's pretty and green, has frog people and bees! she listed with her fingers but stopped as Grim frowned at the trees.There are no birds... I never knew trees could be so bad without things living in them, he shivered and began to move down the thin path that cut through the blooming wild bushes and patches of grass that grew slightly on the path.Delta stared at Grim then at her trees.She listened but sure enough... silence greeted her other than the distant roaring of the water falling.Frig... I forgot to add ambience to my jungle, she cursed to herself as she stomped after Grim with a hint of shame hovering over her head. The damn kid had done nothing but point out weak spots and insult her dungeon and he had the gall to complain to her?Delta glowered.Until Grim lost that backpack, Delta would tolerate him.Not that the kid had really anything else to offer than more stress at this point.---Great Mushy slithered his thorny tentacles around his enclosed space as a box flashed repeated in his face. The issue was twofold to the fungi-monster.One, the box was ever so bright and to the creature that had lived naught but in the darkest parts of Mother's dungeon, this was beginning to hurt it's eyes. However, as the light blinked on and off, as if revealing Great to some unseen audience, the mushroom monster found himself sort of enjoying the light.The second problem was the issue of the fact Great didn't know how to read.He had pondered this for a moment before he closed his eyes. That was not strictly true...Great could listen to music that flowed from Mother, note after note. What were these squiggles of words but notes of the voice? Great blinked his eyes opened and hissed with a cackle. He pulled on Mother's glowing being of sound and pulsating joy.Music was the key. Letter by letter, he began to softly hiss out the message on the box.Greater Mushy has reached the requirements to evolve into a unique evolution. Practise musical arts.Pushed past violent nature to seek greater heights.Lured someone in with a soothing melody.Listened to over 100 songs.Would you like to evolve into Mushroom Maestro'? You cannot turn back once you choose this so please consider carefully.Yes/No? Great flicked a vine with idle thought.With so little guests... Great had nothing to do but listen to Mother's music to pass the time and try to imitate the sounds on his own.Who knew it would pay off?Evolution... yes... he had experienced that before. From the runt of a tiny spitter to his current self. Such growth...such potential. Mother had given him the tools to achieve this. Her open heart, filled to the brim with this joyous music, was something he carefully pulled at.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via Nvl-B!n.He was... scared that if he became greedy, he would damage her. The thought was unbearable, he clenched his vine and pierced his own flesh in agitation of the thought.Great was one of her first. Something he had great pride in and while he may not... be as loved as his brother, Mr, he tried to impress Mother in his own way. She liked his music and that made Great love it more in return.He had never loved before and the feeling itched at him like insects in his cap. Itchy but... not unwanted.This was his chance to make Mother even happier and for Great to see how far music could take him.If any fool got between him and the music he sent to Mother... he would show them why he was the more dangerous brother by far.....Y...es, he hissed with effort, drooling acid at the effort.Very well. Your current space is not ideal. I will pull at the ambient mana outside to fuel a more fitting space. This will tire me greatly, please do not attempt to move or sing. The words, after he sang them out, made Great pause with a little worry.Hehe... you can trust me. I'm Big Sis after all! It didn't do much to assure him but he no way to back out now.His body tensed as energy rushed through every pore of his spongy skin. Great hissed with surprised as his insides began to twist. It wasn't just himself that was twisting but the very hallway as well.Great hissed with discomfort as he began to grow, stretching and stretching higher and higher. The tunnel that had been his sanctuary bulged around him as if made of water, pushing space in odd ways that made music Great had never heard of before.His body was moving as the tunnel stretched wider and wider, something solid looking rising out of the ground as his body was pulled gently on to it.Gre... No, he was no longer merely Great.He breathed with a loud rattling hiss as his once thorny tentacles buried deep.Deeper and deeper, then he spread.The-Mushroom-formerly-known-as-Great began to shriek with sounds that made everyone on the floor pause with startled surprise.Melodical maniacal laughter filled the peaceful dungeon.It poured out of every wall and floor to fill every room on the first floor.Ohhh yesssss! came a rich and powerful purr.That was when the mushroom noticed something else. Something wonderful.My, my! I didn't see the fuss about all this hubba-baloo speaking nonsense before but now that I tried it for myself...well... what can a shroom say? Hello ladies and Goblins, this is your new and improved star of the first floor. Maestro! Let me play you an introduction... he said, knowing, just knowing that he could be heard all across the first floor.His hands began to tap and the natural drums surrounding his body thrummed.I call this little number... welcome to the jungle, Maestro laughed with a smirk.He plucked gently at the many cords attached to his cap that connected the ceiling like life-lines making string-like sounds.You don't have to tell me, I already know it's absolutely wonderful! he laughed as let his tongue, a thorny vine, lick his lips.He had been worried that would lose his threatening appearance but if anything...it only became more beautiful!Beauty. Such a concept that had never occurred to Maestro! Music, beauty, lights, action!Maestro just had to have it all!He spun and the beat he was pumping out travelled down the second floor, where his roots finally reached.The bowl slammed down and Grimnoire roared with triumphant as Merry became trapped.Do not dismiss me...as if you are stronger,Don't turn your back on me! I am Grimnoire Pictus and I challenge you! You arrogant son of a bitch!I... he trailed off and then looked at the woman.Who are you? he asked again and the woman clasped her hands together in front of her.I am Devina. A resident of the forest. A watcher and a guide beyond all else, she introduced. Grim hesitated before he spoke.Grimnoire Pictus... kind of lost, if nothing else, he admitted and the words felt like tar, not wanting to leave his mouth until he forced them out. Devina turned the corner of a thicket of trees and Grim followed to see the waterfall in all its loud fury.What is lost can be found but you do ever so find such interesting things off the path you expected. Devina again sounded amused. Grim spotted something odd to one side of the large pool of water at the base of the waterfall.Is that a... goblin? he pointed and Devina's shoulders tensed slightly.A trouble-maker, ignore him, she dismissed coldly. Grim winced as the goblin looked beaten, soaked, unconscious, and somehow, still cursing in his state. The goblin shivered and his magical staff spat some sparks out.Another signpost was nearby.Beware of falling water and Bob -Nu.As you can see, the water has risen and there is no dry way across the river, even here. To continue, you must face your fear, Devina pointed to the big pond of water.I can't swim, facing my fear means dying in this case. Besides, the river is narrower down there, why would I cross here? Grim questioned with a narrow glare. Devine gently plucked a leaf from her tunic and dropped it on the water's surface.It almost didn't move for a while before it eventually softly drifted to the opening of the river and as it neared the opening, it picked up speed and then was quickly lost downstream.The most obvious challenge is not always the most dangerous. I am willing to tie your rope to the rock across the pond so you may use it to swim across and hold on to but you must be willing to make the swim yourself if this is what you desire? Devina asked gently. Grim grimaced at the idea but then pointed to the sign.Who's Bob? he asked suddenly which made Devina tilt her head.A resident but that is a risk you're going to have to take unless you wish to take your own path back over the log? she looked down back at the river as if seeing the log. Grim thought furiously.Can I ask this Bob' if he can help me? Maybe he knows of another way across? Grim tried to bargain. Grim thought he saw a shadow moving from the river into the pond but Devina's words distracted him.Bob may be able to help you, I cannot deny this. But to rouse Bob, I will first ask for a payment for the service, Devina began smoothly and Grim winced.What kind? he asked a little worried at the implication. Devina nodded to his backpack.Something you did not already receive in this dungeon, I am not asking for much, yes? Devina sounded beyond pleased and amused. Grim felt like something was amiss but Devina could have ambushed him or worst, so he had to wonder what the deal was.Grim pulled off his pack, and keeping an eye on the masked woman, began to search for something.Will this Bob also need a payment? he asked a little sarcastically. There was a brief laugh, like a songbird or something just as melodic.Bob will not, she promised and Grim pulled out a few items that he was pretty sure he could give away without too much hassle.I got a compass, some basic first-aid manuals and other books, a pot and some firestarter things, a hand-axe for cutting small things... uh... water crystal for canteen- he was going to continue but Devina held up a hand.She seemed to pause as if listening to something.The water crystal, explain its purpose, please.Grim looked at her, her form looking a little odd in the open exposed area as if the trees themselves lend a part of her costume.I can drop it into some basic dirty water to purify it for drinking quickly or I can channel some mana into it to make a source of water...it has some other uses but that's depending on your skills and what you're trying to use it for. My crystal isn't high-grade or big so it doesn't do much or last long, he offered honestly.Devina was... calming. It was oddly bizarre yet Grim was enjoying speaking to a friendly face that wasn't going to stick an arrow in his face.I would take the crystal for payment, she requested and Grim threw the clear blue stone that was shaped slightly like a piece of coral over to Devina.It was a sturdy thing so it only rolled until Devina plucked it up between two large webbed fingers.Payment is accepted and I will now uphold my end of the promise, she pocketed the crystal and turned to the pool, stroking the water.Bob... you can appear now, she sang and Grim move slightly closer, curious about the unseen creature.He spotted another goblin appearing from behind the waterfall, wearing some fur clothes and dragging a club sluggishly. Grim was about to ask who that goblin was before the pond bubbled furiously.Grim backed away as the water rose up in a huge column before the water pulled back to reveal a hellish worm creature as it shrieked into the air, easily drowning out the waterfall.Grim was rooted to the spot as some primal fear made him go very still at the sight of some superior predator.He was a rabbit and he was about to become this worm's stew, it was just how it was. A real shame.Bob, be a dear and carry the guest across the river, Devina called and the worm shrieked and wriggled. Its body glimmering with a rainbow sheen. Bob' turned to face Grim and it had no eyes.It reached down and Grim began to scream, a high-pitch noise and Bob screeched back.The beast was upon him and two small red crabs rushed down from Bob's head to grab Grim's backpack loops and yanked them into Bob's mouth. The pincers twitching like blades. Grim kept screaming and then he was lifted and the ground was quickly left behind.His feet touched the solid ground a moment later but Grim just kept screaming, staring into nothing as the image of the maw repeated over and over.Devina was beside him a moment later and another creature, a shorter but very muscular frogman.You speak Bobian very well. He compliments your grammar, the man-frog said and Devina gently shook his shoulder but Grim just took off in a sprint, his voice becoming hoarse as he was still screaming as he rushed into the jungle.---Rale looked at Devina with a confused expression as Mother's laughter filled the area with loud cackling.Why did he not just use the log? he asked Devina, his nervousness around the other frog a little less extreme now after some time but he wasn't sure how to really talk to her when she seemed to avoid his gaze.Devina took off her mask and gently dabbed at her neck where water trailed. She slowly wiped the wetness down her shoulder with one finger.He wished to take the easier path it would seem. I think he will learn that some risk is worth it now, she answered in an odd voice. A little heavy as if she was trying to clear her throat.Rale patted her back easily.Your voice is croaky...more so than normal for our kind. You should rest and enjoy this new music! I wonder how Mother made it happen... he asked and Devina slammed the mask back on to her face.Yes, well. I am glad that is what you focus on! Music and how terrible I sound! Devina snapped and stormed off with a growl.Rale blinked and watched as she vanished.Bob trilled and Rale nodded.Female kind is odd. I do not understand what is wrong with them. I shall ask mother soon! he beamed then sighed.I wanted to rescue the screaming one, he muttered and Bob pulled a giant rock nearby with his mouth. Rale perked up.Yes! Let us train with the rock, it is good practice! he agreed as Bob began to pull the rock underwater and Rale attempted to rescue it.Nearby, Cois twitched and the two red crabs began to pinch his nose when he cursed so the goblin's magical staff began to leak charred carrots. They faded after a moment but the crabs did it again and the staff made an odd noise as it flew off into the distance. They danced with laughter as they set off to find something else to do. They stopped and followed a noise.The noise of grim still screaming.
